#seriously congrats!!!!!!!

[roguelov]

Alright so I’m making cinnamon rolls to celebrate, celebrate what you ask, I GOT THE ANIMAL SHELTER JOB 🎉

But then my Morpheus brain rot kicked in, he doesn’t know how to cook and like just imagine showing him how to make cinnamon rolls in your pjs and he doesn’t have his coat on and it’s a really sweet moment he’s behind you hugging your waist while you knead the dough whispering in your ear that you’re such a wonderful cook. And then cinnamon rolls go in the oven and he’s like mind if I get a taste of something else and puts you on the counter and

AHHHHHH CONGRATULATIONS 🥳🥳🥳

You were in the kitchen trying to make a batch of cinnamon rolls. While, Dream was there latched to your side at every step. His arms were snuggly wrapped around your waist. It was slightly cumbersome, but you enjoyed it too much to tell him to leave. His warmth and love spread throughout your body leaving you feeling fuzzy.

It was sweet. A tooth-rotting sweet.

“They certainly look delicious,” Dream commented. His chin rested on your shoulder as he peered down as you carefully placed the individual rolls into a pan to proof.

You snorted, “They’re raw.”

“Still,” he hummed, tightening his arms around you. “I know they will be.”

You chuckled softly.

You neatly placed the rolls into the pan and smiled to yourself. You carefully laid a towel over the pan. Dream reluctantly let go as you moved around more. Walking over, you slid the pan on top of your fridge. It should proof well up there, hopefully.

“Okay, so now we just wait for them to rise one last time,” you hummed, punching in the timer on your microwave. “About 25 minutes.”

You turned and began to collect all the dirty dishes into the sink.

Dream, however, smirked.

A wondrous idea had came to mind, or an idea he had been tossing and turning over and over since this baking session had begun.

He grabbed your waist again. You rolled your eyes at his neediness, but you were soon surprised. Twisting you around, he easily placed you on top of the counter, knocking aside a few of your dirty bowls.

You gasped, “Dream, what -“

“I do believe that is plenty of time for me to have a treat of my own,” he whispered, sinking to his knees.

Your confusion shifted. Your heart leapt into your throat.

Oh dear god.

“Dream,” you let out a shaky breath. It was both a warning and a plea. To stop, you had to clean, but to beg him to continue.

You couldn’t deny you thought about him as you made the rolls. The way his body curled around you, the way his hands occasionally grasped your hips, the way his breath tickled your ear, it was frustrating in many ways.

Hearing you whisper his name, he gently spread your legs apart. His eyes flickered up at you. Oh, it certainly was a sigh to see him on his knees for you. His devious smirk only grew. He licked his lips, and started to kiss your inner thighs.

“Relax, my love,” he purred. “I only want a taste.”

[lilacandladybugs]

my friend told me that her boyfriend got her a super cool rock while they were on vacation together and you would not BELIEVE my disappointment when i realized she was talking about her engagement ring

[psipaka]

Forgot to post it here

[huginsmemory]

Been thinking about how Bill legitimately had a horrifying reason (the literal progressive disintegration of the nightmare realm that erases whatever it disintegrates from existence completely) to move himself and his crew into a new dimension. Like that's terrifying. And yet he never utilizes this to his favour. He could have been honest about this with Ford, and you KNOW as long as Bill didn't mention plans of overtaking the earth, Ford would've made the portal for him, both out of Ford's own interest and because Ford when faced with these big moral questions will pull through. But this is a card Bill NEVER plays because although he needs to leave the dimension, he cannot lose face. He can't put aside his pride and admit to the humility that he needs to flee from his dimension, that he's not actually all powerful. And so instead he pretends to be a muse and when Ford figures out something else is going on, instead of being open and humble and saying that his dimension is unravelling, Bill focuses on that he's going to over take earth, that he's actually been a monster all along, surprise Ford!

And part of it is definitely because Bill's built himself up on power and violence and to grovel and earnestly ask for help, to admit that he cannot stop the unraveling of his dimension completely invalidates that; showing vulnerability? Can't do that, even under the guise of lying to get his way. And part of it makes you wonder if it's also a form of self-sabotage, because underneath his deep denial Bill is guilty over what he occurred; he sees himself as a monster and so he'll be that monster, and having people recognize that feels good in the same way that pressing a bruise feels good. But it makes you wonder what would've happened if Bill even just was open about his dimension unravelling and had lied about overtaking the earth.

It's also interesting because although Bill has SOME charisma and can manipulate people decently well (as evidenced by his cult, and pandering to people's desires with Ford, Mabel and Blendin), he refuses to be vulnerable, refuses to not be true to his off-putting self, even when if he was just vulnerable of pretended to not be himself, to put aside the (false) pride he has in himself he would've gotten a portal by now. and part of me wonders if it's because it's this false pride that built on insecurity and denial on who he is he cannot drop that mask.

Further thoughts on this!

[blorbologist]

what is *with* the rash of people reposting CR art without credit...

First that horny mass reposter (no shade against horny fan content, moreso that the reposting is even more clearly done without care or consent), now another stealing art from artists with styles I recognize at a glance. Fucking blatant disregard for artists and cosplayers.

Hey! Y'all in the CR tags - if you see an account with a suspicious amount of different styles? That's repostin', and there's good odds the artist has a tumblr account or has opinions about their art being posted without credit.

Let the artists know if you can track them down and do not like/rb the reposts. You can probably find even more of the style you're enjoying from the creator, and your enjoyment will actually reach them directly!

[invidiardor]

I finally did something... I picked up a book I've been meaning to for a long time. I'm so happy my local library has it.

@drchucktingle you are a genius and I read it in one setting.

[tasenwrobots]

I am going to ask the long awaited question I know the fandom wants an answer to

What in good Galileo are those

[robotpussy]

(white) fans of Barbie (2023) you need to kill yourselves now because why are you acting like 2 white women not getting acting or directing nominations is the worst thing to happen to feminism and women. you want to feel pain so bad because Barbie gave you your idealised version of femininity and girlhood. to compare the very real events that happened in killers of the flower moon to a fucking commercial of a movie is typical but so disgusting. it's all about celebrating women until they aren't white. they did this when gerwig was nominated for best director and white women kept saying "congrats to all the men and Greta gerwig!" despite 2 of the directors nominated were not white...

[pupkinpumpkin]

How the FUCK did I miss DORIAN becoming ARCHON?

[ghost-bxrd]

For the selkie AU headcanon that Jason's coat stays white after he gets (steals) it back as Red Hood and he goes back to the pools in the Cave and the batfamily see him, as an alternate take: what if instead of them thinking he's just a strange selkie that found their pools, they think Jason's ghost is haunting them specifically because Jason's coat got stolen? That's part of his soul, and now it's in the hands of a rogue murderer who's treating it like a trophy or worse, so Jason can't rest peacefully anymore. He's come back as a ghost to haunt his family for letting his coat get stolen and he won't be able to rest again until they get it back.

Jason would absolutely lean into this if he knew what they thought. He could do some seal move or flip that he knew or did a lot to emphasize that it's him and not a random albino seal. And the natural white color of his coat could amplify the whole ghost effect.

…. Anon have you hacked my fic files? Are my drafts compromised? This is sorcery. 😭😭😭

[kikithefox231]

REACH GOAL REACHED LETSGOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!

[michaelsgavey]

first scene of ormund hightower and aemond targaryen has been dropped:

[khruschevshoe]

Everyone has been discussing whether or not the Shayne/Courtney wedding is real or fake and I would like to provide you a third option: the wedding was real and legal BUT ONLY for the return of Let's Do This. This is everyone's revenge on Arasha.

[the-feathered-dragon-hoard]

I will...

[starrystevie]

for the incredible lex (@thefreakandthehair) in celebration of her big day! wishing you both all the happiness that this next chapter of your lives can bring you <3

as music and laughter poured out through the open back doors, steve and eddie were standing in the shadows, hands entwined and rings knocking together. there was a breeze whipping through the night air that always came with september, pushing up goosebumps on their skin under their department store suit jackets as it coursed over them.

"getting kind of chilly," eddie muttered, knocking his shoulder into steve's like it would give them the motivation to walk into their reception. he could hear robin in there singing something, no doubt a love song to nancy, and tried to tune it out so he could focus on the palm that was warming his. on the calm before the storm that was the rest of their goddamn lives.

"i kind of like it out here," steve replied with an easy smile, squeezing his hand once and then twice. "it's quiet. we get to just be us for one more second."

eddie shuffled impossibly closer, grin of his own pulling his cheeks up. "we can't hide here forever, sweetheart. gotta go dance so i can show off my new husband."

steve shifted the perfect amount so that he could press his lips to eddie's and wrap his free arm around his waist, pulling their chests together. eddie hummed deep in his throat and brought a hand up to thread into the back of steve's hair.

"you just want to go in to try and convince jonathan to play different music," he murmured against eddie's lips before kissing him once more. eddie pulled back and gave steve a look of mock indignation.

"me? never. you'd think getting married would stop the slanderous lies and accusations but even the holy sanctity of our union isn't enough to-"

steve tipped his head back in a laugh. eddie watched him like he was made of stardust.

"it's not even official in the eyes of the church, you drama queen."

with a tug that wiped the smirk off steve's face, eddie brought their foreheads together, releasing the hand that was tangled with steve's so he could curl it around his waist to bring them flush together. their eyes shut on instinct to be in the moment, to feel the night and feel each other. and just like it had been for the last five years of them being a them, the air that was dancing in their lungs was shared.

"yet," eddie whispered. he felt steve take in a shaking breath, the exhale making the curls around his cheeks flutter. "not official... yet."

steve tilted his head up, knocking their noses together gently, before opening his eyes. his eyelashes lightly brushed against eddie's skin and his fingers were trailing under his suit jacket to press against eddie's back, warmth seeping through his shirt and onto steve's palm.

brown eyes met brown eyes and it sparked through them like an oath in and of itself. they were matched in height, matched in eye color, matched in all the superficial ways that didn't matter. but they were mirrors of each other in the way that soulmates end up with different types of scars patched up by each other, with laughs that mesh together in harmony, with hearts that learned how to beat in time.

"i know, baby. when we..." steve started quietly, his lips still close enough to eddie's that he was tempted to pepper even more kisses onto them. "when it's official, it's not going to change this moment. you are my husband, mine. no slip of paper is changing that, you hear me?"

'husband' rang through the night clear as a bell, the trees blowing in the breeze like a celebratory dance for the two of them. the song inside changed to something softer and as it bled into their backyard, the two started up a dance of their own. it was easy to sway back and forth while looking in each other's eyes, not even picking up their feet like they were afraid of being swept off them if they did.

"i always hear you, stevie," eddie whispered.

eventually they'd go inside. eventually they'd eat the food that joyce made for them all and eventually cut into the cake that steve bought and eventually dance in the living room with the family that they made for themselves. eventually they'd cart the ones who could drive into their cars and eventually sit on the couch with wayne for a blessing of his own and eventually fall into bed like they've done a thousand times but this time with extra gold on their hands.

but right there, in the backyard with the trees dancing alongside them, they got to breathe, celebrating a day meant just for them and their matching heartbeats. they got to be steve and eddie just as they were made to be: for each other.

[arcsin27]

me: hey shadamy seems pretty cool, i think i really like this ship!

sega literally a week later: check out our new game, sonic x shadow!!