#sorry it’s gonna be late

[twigg96]

👀 Not me: *Sprinting to finish a fic before February ends to call it a Dethentine’s fic.*

Anywho….

Who wants a free sample?

One Hell of a Wedding:

“Ok… Just one more set of photos and I think we’ll be ready to move to the reception hall!” The photographer called, letting William and Tony both relax out of their unnatural uptight positions. “Charlesch… do we really gotta do all theshe cheeschey wedding picturesch?” Murderface whined. “Yeah man, my back is starting to kill me…” Tony huffed, slouching down in the chair he had been sitting in. “Besides… all these pictures are grandpa style. Why can’t we pick what we do next?” Charles cocked a brow at Tony’s suggestion, never taking his eyes off the computer screen at the selection of photos. None of the pictures taken so far he would label specifically as “grandpa style”. Hell in one, William held Tony up bridal style for several minutes until the camera crew could get the “perfect shot”. The only old fasioned one Charles could point out was the one they just took where William held Tony around the waist. “No… just do as you’re told.” He muttered pinching the bridge of his nose as he wrote down the codes for the photos he preferred be printed and mass produced. With a groan the two grooms got into the position that the photographer instructed them to, Tony behind William this time. With Tony being slightly shorter, the photographer had him lay his head gently against his back as his front pressed fully up against his lover’s back in a romantic embrace. Taking it upon himself, Tony interwove their fingers and gently kissed the nape of William’s neck, ignoring the flashes of the cameras as he gently rubbed his thumb along the backs of his husband’s hands. Husband. God that word would never get old… Squeezing Murderface gently Tony tilted his head upwards. “Whatcha thinking about?” He whispered. Feeling the rumble of a silent laugh roll through William’s chest was magical and an experience he never wanted to end. “I think I want thesche fuckin’ camerasch out of my face scho we can finally have a moment alone before we go to the reception.” Murderface “whispered” back, or at least tried too. The curly haired bassist didn’t really have a quiet voice after all. Burying his face in the back of William’s tux, Tony couldn’t help the honest laughter that escaped his lips. He tried to hide it. But soon he was clutching Will around the middle as the brunette chuckled looking behind himself for some answer to the joke. “What? What did I schay?” he asked earnestly, the flashing never ceasing, if anything it only became faster to catch the genuineness of the moment.

[ionomycin]

archfey warlock

[wavetapper]

rb this and tag your favourite soundtracks! they can be anything like games or movies or shows or whatever i wanna know what the best ones are 👀

[gravedigg]

The Magician - Dorian Pavus

[nouverx]

My first shot for a Hazbin MAP (multi animator project) I took part in on twitter! Hosted by Azmy and coordinated by Cheru.

I'm so happy with how it came out 😇

[excali8ur]

Weird dream.

[granmasaya]

putting them in situations

[ba1laur]

why not. why not post some of the dog eat dog concepts. look at my wolves

[formulanni]

Logan Sargeant as The Hanged Man:

the Hanged Man tarot card teaches us the importance of surrender, patience, and gaining new perspectives in our own lives. This card’s message is particularly powerful when it appears in its upright position, symbolizing the positive aspects of letting go, sacrificing, and taking time to reflect.

Tag list: @st-leclerc @rubywingsracing @saviour-of-lord @three-days-time @the-wall-is-my-goal @albonoooo @ch3rubd0lls

[cheeseburger443]

Could you draw Frollo having a religious panic attack infront of Hades?

He's about to piss his pants for sure 👁️👄👁️

[skunkes]

[beeqisch]

idea by @thief-of-eggs idk if thats what u imagined but ahaha first thing that came to my mind tho (while i was in the middle of drawing this one of my friends said "tim cloning kon" and i died a little bit)

[mokadevs]

guy who has done some terrible things

[jinstronaut]

a year with bangtan ( 2023 - 2024 ) golden, closer than this, fri(end)s, hope on the street, d-day: the movie (cr. 3cmgoogie), right place wrong person, jin's discharge from the military

happy 11th anniversary, bts!

[hotshotsxyz]

beer & apologies

(buddie) (722 words) (7x04 coda)

It’s late, later than any reasonable person would show up on a friend’s doorstep, but Buck’s got this bright, warm feeling in his chest and all he wants to do is apologize so he can share it. For a split second he thinks about knocking, but that feels a little too much like going backwards. Instead, he lets himself in and hangs his key on the hook.

“Eddie,” he calls quietly into the still house.

“Kitchen.” The reply is soft, easy, like Eddie was expecting him.

Buck steps into the room and holds up the beer he brought.

Eddie looks up at him and grins, soft and warm in the glow of the lamplight. “What’s that for?”

“This is ‘sorry for acting like a teenager and spraining your ankle’ beer,” Buck says, scrubbing a hand through his hair. “Seriously, I’m sorry.”

Eddie sighs and pushes an empty chair back from the table with his foot, gesturing for Buck to sit. “I’m sorry too,” he says.

“No, no, you don’t—" Buck starts.

“Yeah, I do,” Eddie interrupts with a wry grin. “You should definitely be sorry-er, though, so I’ll take the beer.”

Buck snorts and sits, setting the six pack on the table between them.

“We didn’t—well, I didn’t…”

“I know,” Buck says. “I was just—”

“I know,” Eddie says softly.

A few, quiet moments pass, and it’s comfortable, exactly what Buck was missing the last couple of days.

“Hey,” Eddie says suddenly, sitting up a little straighter, “at least now I know why you always said no to basketball.” He smiles, loose and just a tiny bit mischievous.

Buck splutters. “What? No! I wasn’t that bad,” he protests.

Eddie lifts his injured ankle and raises an eyebrow.

“Okay, well maybe, but—”

“Uh-uh,” Eddie says, “no buts. You haven many talents, Buck, but basketball isn’t one of them.”

Buck ducks his head and grins. “Maybe I’ll get Tommy to teach me, then I can beat you without playing dirty.” Saying Tommy’s name out loud gives birth to a few giddy butterflies in his stomach.

“You two make up?” Eddie asks.

“Yeah,” Buck says. “He uh—texted me.” The butterflies turn to little rocks.

“Good,” Eddie says, “that’s good.” He grabs a beer and twists the top off. “I really think you guys will get along, if you give him a chance.”

“We, um. Yeah. We probably will.” Buck grabs a beer of his own and stares at the label.

He doesn’t—he didn’t mean to lie. It just kind of… came out. Which, it’s Eddie. Buck knows he could tell him exactly what happened, right now, and it’d be fine. It’d be completely fine because it’s Eddie and he knows Eddie would be cool about it, probably even happy for him! But when he goes to open his mouth it just. Doesn’t.

“How’s—uh. How’s Marisol?” he asks instead, tripping over his words.

Eddie shrugs. “She’s fine, same as always. Apparently Christopher got her to play Fortnite, which, according to him, was a disaster.”

Buck laughs, shaking his head. “That kid,” he says softly.

“That kid,” Eddie agrees. He takes another swig of beer and sits back.

“Hey, wait,” Buck says suddenly. He lurches forward and snags the bottle out of Eddie’s hand. “You can’t have this, you’re on pain killers.”

“It’s my apology beer!” Eddie protests.

“Nope, two sips is plenty. I can’t hurt your ankle and your liver on the same day.”

“It’s after midnight, it’s tomorrow,” Eddie pouts. “Give it.” He makes a halfhearted attempt to grab it back, but Buck holds the beer aloft.

“Nuh-uh, absolutely not,” Buck says. “You can drink your apology beer this weekend.”

“My apology beer is going to be flat and stale,” Eddie replies, unimpressed.

Buck rolls his eyes. “I’ll buy you a new apology beer, alright?”

“Promises, promises.”

“I will!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie laughs. “You better. Want to bring it over on Saturday? We can watch the game.”

Buck’s grin falters a little bit, even as that warm feeling bubbles up in his chest all over again. “I uh- can’t, sorry.”

“What, you got a hot date or something?” Eddie asks with a laugh.

Buck takes a long swallow from the beer he stole from Eddie. “Yeah, something,” he says with a hollow laugh.

He feels like a liar.

[galacticsabc]

Trespasser got me thinking bout that bald elf.