#shameless man

[gojoest]

ai i’m thinking so hard about going to a party w satoru and gets a boner watching you and texts you "come sit on it" *pulling my hair out*

he is shameless….sitting on the couch, staring at you from across the room and when your eyes lock after you read the message he spreads his legs and points at his lap. there are other people around him of course and they all notice the bulge in his pants after following his gesturing hand and looking down….not that he cares, in fact he’s proud to spread some awareness and let them know who takes care of him ;)

[kaeyx]

i had an idea

so imagine after a dangerous mission, dazai gets injured (nothing too serious but he's excused from missions until he heals)

so reader spends all day/ as much time as you can fawning over Dazai, petting his hair and letting him use your lap or chest as a pillow, telling him how amazing he is and how proud you are, etc...

man'd definitely act exaggeratedly pitiful & weak around you for more cuddles and praise. he definitely realizes he thrives on it because of this.

also, since he doesn't get praised or fawned over much, imagine him realizing he has a praise kink because of this

Yeah Dazai is such a drama queen, he could walk off a bullet wound but if it gets him the attention he wants he'll cry over a papercut. He tries to dismiss the injury until he sees how worried you are and how you keep fawning over him, and suddenly he's very sick and invalid and you have to take care of him. Honestly, he lives for the pampering. Getting spoon fed warm soup after you blow on it to cool it down, getting helped out of bed, even getting washed by your gentle hands while he relaxes into you. Dazai will offload all his work to Atsushi because he knows the boy won't say no, and then devote all his time to being weak and demanding attention from you. He'll even stretch out his recovery time to really milk the situation for all it's worth.

[theluckywizard]

hiiiiii 💧Share something romantic/hot from your WIP, or just something sweet if it's gen.

Good morning Rowannn! A little Rawke bit I wrote this week:

“I’d put a hundred sovereigns on that weird green glow being the source of our problems,” Hawke says, pointing at the lake and handing me the spyglass. The lake reflects back the gray of the sky over the top of an impossible darkness, save for a familiar green glimmer in the center of it, shining up from beneath the surface. The same color as a rift.

“A rift,” I breathe, nodding. “But underwater? I don’t see how we’ll deal with that. Unless you can change into into some manner of aquatic monster.”

“If only Flemeth had taught me to shape change,” he laments, shaking his head with an impish smile at the corner of his mouth. “But there could be a more practical way to access it.”

“Cullen says the lake is the product of that dam over there. Perhaps we could lower the level temporarily,” I reply. “It’s not as though they’re able to fish from the lake at present.” He gestures back down the outcropping and we head back to camp.

“I don't know about you but I love undead fish,” he says, sneaking a glance. “Shockingly tasty.”

Descending the steep, slippery slab, my boot loses purchase and I fall, my arse smacking the stone and I begin to slide down. Hawke catches my hand before I get far but his boots go right out from under him, tumbling down behind me. We arrive in a heap at the bottom, Hawke bracing himself over me in a mud puddle, his hair falling around his face as those penetrating eyes of his fix to mine, his cloak tented around me. 

“Are you all right?” he asks without moving. “Looked like a direct hit on your arse before you took me with you.” A wave of weakness overtakes my insides, like his nearness is some manner of enchantment.

“I’ll have a bruise the size of a sweet roll, but I’ll survive,” I reply from beneath him. “Sorry about that.”

“No apology needed. I could use a reminder that I can fall on my arse from time to time.”

“From time to time? Is that all?” I ask. Hawke fails to stifle a giggle, grinning at our predicament all of a sudden, pulling his hand out of the silty mud puddle I'm lying in and shaking the goop from it.

“I have exceptionally large feet. Falling is not a talent of mine generally, no.” He picks up the end of my braid out of the muck and sits back on his knees to brush the mud off of it carefully, tossing a smoldering glance to me as he does so, like this was all the mere plot of a serial philanderer. “I see you making out my character,” he says. Maker’s breath.

“How could I not when it’s twelve inches away?”

“And how do you find it?”

“Smells a bit like coffee, I’ll be honest,” I answer with a lively glance. He shakes his head with a smile, the rakish blue gaze of his becoming a touch sheepish.

“Point taken.”

[highoncatfood]

christmas eve activities

[twolonelycomets]

Why does he think that that’s such a normal thing to say

[fearfulharmony]

I made another stupid shirt

[heymacy]

#wedding planner mickey my beloved

[thirstyvampyr]

LET HIM SLEEP 🗣️📢

[ohkate]

"To be a father is to discover your own heart walking around outside your body, to guide and protect while allowing the space for another soul to grow." — John Eldredge

[andrewmpreg]

Steve Howey

[greykolla-art]

Haha! I tricked you into seeing my original comic characters!😈

(not MY oc's per say, my friend made them im just drawing the comic. They're like my foster children.)

I had to re-remember how to draw these guys cause I've thinking about Hazbin and other stuff instead.

But then got absolutely decked in the head by the realization that Vernilat looks WAY too much like Alastor!😂😂😂

Insane, it's a pure coincidence too!

[ferngle]

Mr Beebleboose?!?!

[firecrxtch]

Ian is such a baby person he loves to hold tiny humans in his big old paws and sing little made up songs to them while they bounce on his knees

Mickey has a blast with the 5 - 8 year olds. He teaches them funny swear words when their parents aren’t listening and he loves running around playing liqour store robbery and throwing them over his shoulder while they’re laughing uncontrollably

[alchely]

Mickey's type of friends are either very masc lesbians or aggressively gay guys like Cole, both kinds of people that see his shields and his posturing and are able to see past them.

Ian's type of friends are straight women, so he can yap about his dream kids and white picket fence house all he wants and he gets his fill of bitchy mean gossip.

[lupeloto]

in honor of dock day, let us hold a service in loving memory of ian gallagher’s backbone. for it was nowhere to be found since this phone call. all hope was lost

[herejusttosufferalong]

NEWTON!!!