#they’re best friends and in love your honor

[ghostgirl-22]

stanford era art having a bad day (maybe he failed a test or something, nothing too serious) but he gets really upset (like he’s gonna cry) so when he gets back to his dorm patrick is there (cuz he’s visiting) and patrick wants to take care of art, see what art needs but art is like “please just fuck me” or something along those linessss

Hello my love, thank you for the prompt <3 This got crazy long for some reason. Just needed Art wandering about feeling sorry for himself lol

CW: 18+ !NSFW!

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It’s frustrating, he’s never ever failed a test before. Particularly in math. It’s not like he wants to be a math major or an engineer or anything but he’s been in advanced math since he was 14 years old, he should be able to handle this.

He tries not to cry as the professor goes over the results of their calculus based physics exam and the other students in the class are answering questions, demonstrating their work like it’s easy. Meanwhile he’s struggling to understand it. He talks to the professor after class and the professor is understanding but he explains, “these are the basics, the class is only going to get more difficult. So I suggest you withdraw and retake it after you take a more fundamental calculus course?”

Art nods and forces a smile, his throat burning as his professor pats him on the arm.

“It’s okay, plenty of students go that route and still become architects and engineers. There’s nothing wrong with it.”

Art is barely aware as he treks back to his dorm. He’s never flunked out of a class. And yes, math is one of his more challenging subjects but he’s always been able to work hard enough to figure it out. Working hard is his one talent. It’s how he ended up as one of the best students at Mark Reballato, salutatorian. He used to be the one to tutor his classmates. He aced every AP and Honors course. He’d studied so hard and done so well on the SATs and yet these kids at Stanford are actual child prodigies and geniuses…and for some of them it’s like… it’s like they don’t even have to try.

By the time he gets back to his room his eyes are full of tears. Why can’t he fucking excel at anything? Why can’t he be the prodigy for once? Why does he always have to try so fucking hard?

He knows his roommate won't be home until evening and he’s so ready to throw himself on his bed and sob like a loser but as he pushes open the bedroom door he remembers Patrick is visiting. He’s there on Art’s bed watching The View, of all things, and talking on the phone with his sister.

He waves, grinning but pauses when he sees Art’s face. Art can’t even hide it, it’s too late. Tears spill from his eyes and he drops his book bag in his chair.

“Hey Tor I’ll call you back,” Patrick says, into the phone.

Art wipes the tears away quickly, angry that they’re there in the first place.

“Hey! What’s wrong?” Patrick asks.

Art shakes his head. “Nothing.”

”Seriously? You look like a kicked puppy. Come on, tell me what’s wrong. Is it your grandma… or… or tennis?”

”No Patrick, you just… you wouldn’t understand.” He knows Patrick wouldn’t take this seriously. Patrick’s just another prodigy. All their coaches telling him how brilliant he’s been at tennis since they were 11. And Tashi too, a once in a generation talent, that’s what they’re calling her.

“Try me,” Patrick says. Art stares at him. He’s lying across the width of Art’s single bed, back resting up against the wall. He’s in his boxers still, legs open, his muscular thighs spread out. Hands folded inside the Stanford t-shirt he borrowed from Art. His penetrating gaze is resting on Art and he looks concerned. And so fucking hot.

Art rubs his eyes again. He’s frustrated and angry but now he’s feeling… horny. He probably should’ve thought twice before having sex with his best friend. Everything is all silly now. He’s not sure why he did it. Well actually, he was trying to fuck with Patrick, see if he could ruin his relationship with Tashi.

He didn’t even think Patrick would go for it, just mentioned it casually on Patrick’s birthday but he came back a couple days later with all these different kinds of lube and condoms and they spent a long rainy afternoon trying to figure it all out. Exploring different positions, techniques, playing with each other. Now they're doing it all the time and the whole thing backfired because Art’s the one craving it. He walks between Patrick’s legs. “Can you fuck me?”

Patrick raises his eyebrows. “Really?”

Art shrugs.

Patrick sits forward. “Yeah. Sure.” He says, the ghost of a smirk on his mouth. “It’s so early for you. You usually like it when I buy you dinner first.”

Art digs the heels of his palms into his eyes as stupid tears drop down again.

“Art, seriously…are you okay?” Patrick asks, tentatively. “I can help… tell me how to help.”

“I’m fine. It’s nothing,” Art says, and he climbs onto the bed. Straddling him. “Just fuck me.”

Patrick grips him by the waist. “Mmkay, I can do that.” He says, unzipping Arts pants. He tugs Arts jeans down over his thighs and Art steps out of them. Then he’s lifting his t-shirt over his head and climbing back onto Patrick’s lap.

Patrick touches his face, rubs a thumb along the wet space on Arts cheeks. “Did someone hurt you?” He asks softly.

“No, Patrick please, I don’t want to talk about it.” Art whines. His brain is freaking out because of the tenderness and the last thing he needs is to freak out over his feelings for Patrick too.

“Alright,” Patrick says and he kisses Art. And kisses him again. Art licks at his lips and pushes his tongue inside.

He can feel Patrick getting hard underneath him as they make out. It’s so much and it happens so fast, Arts dizzy for it. “That’s a neat trick,” Art whispers. Grinding his hips against the sensation.

“That’s what you do to me,” Patrick sighs against his lips.

Art smiles. Maybe he sucks at math now but at least he’s still good at this.

“Need you lubed up,” Patrick hums. Art gets up and crawls over to his bedside table. He can feel Patrick’s large palm rubbing on the swell of his bottom as he’s bent over. Art’s got all this stuff he has to hide when his parents are in town now. He pulls lubricant out and while Patrick’s putting it on his cock Art lingers on the bed, playing with his waistband, watching while the ladies on The View are arguing about something.

“You can turn it off, my sister wanted me to watch Phil Collins perform or something,” Patrick says, distractedly.

“Okay fuck me while he performs or something.” Art says.

Patrick smirks. “Fuck, you really need to cry don’t you?”

Art takes a breath.

“Okay sorry,” Patrick says gently, “Can you lay down?”

Art settles onto his back. Keeps his legs open as Patrick crawls between and takes his boxers down. “Mm, what time does your roommate get back?”

“Later,” Art says.

“I don’t have to keep you quiet then,” Patrick smiles.

Art chews on his thumb as Patrick lines himself up to press it inside. He’s all lubed up but Art is just used to the fact that it’s always going to feel like a lot at first. He breathes through the stretch and watches amused as Patrick rubs his at Art’s pelvis. He always does that, trying to feel his own cock penetrating from the outside. “You’re always so fucking tight for me baby. Feels like I didn’t even take your virginity.” Patrick says. It’s all for his ego. He moves down to rub Art’s cock and Art moans. Wraps his legs around Patrick’s waist, wiggling his hips.

“I know, relax, I’m gonna fuck you,” Patrick breathes. He starts sliding it in and out and out and in. Patrick’s had him in so many positions but this is Art’s favorite, he can feel Patrick sinking so much deeper inside him this way. Sees stars on every other thrust and his head empties out quickly. Once he came so hard he swears he had a second orgasm two minutes later. Patrick says he just wasn’t done.

This time it feels blindingly good. He’s feeling so good, he bites down on Patrick’s shoulder to relieve some of the tension. He wonders if Tashi ever notices his marks, the way he notices hers. Sometimes when he’s really turned on he bites where she scratches.

After a few minutes he thinks he’s listening to Patrick moan but realizes belatedly that it’s him. His mouth is watering so much that he’s drooling. Patrick is grunting as his hips slam into Art at a ridiculous pace. Art feels so fucking full, he loves the feeling of Patrick warm and solid inside of him, breaching him. His body lit up like a raw nerve as Patrick hits that delicious tender spot over and over and over. He’s gonna pass out. It sounds so fucking obscene over the sound of the bed springs squeaking and Phil Collins in the background.

Art loses it first, sticky ropes of pearly white shooting out of his cock, covering Patrick’s stomach, dripping back down onto Art’s body. And then it’s too much, Art can feel everything and he’s squirming trying to get away as Patrick picks up the pace.

“No, no don’t run away… two fucking seconds stay here,” Patrick groans, gripping him tightly. It feels insane. It feels so fucking good but it’s too much and his eyes are watering again. Art swears he can honestly feel himself drifting in and out of consciousness. He’s coming again, he knows he’s coming again as Patrick finishes inside him, filling him with wet, heated, sticky cum. Art clenching on him. Keeping him inside.

Patrick’s shivering. “Fuck,” he whispers, collapsing on top of Art like a warm heavy sticky blanket.

“Mm,” Art sighs, rubbing Patrick’s back gently, to calm him down. Patrick groans and rolls off of Art onto his side right next to him. He curls his fingers into Art’s hair.

“You feel better?” Patrick asks, softly.

“Yeah,” Art says quietly. He didn’t really do anything but put it out of his mind for 30 minutes. And now he’s coming back to the reality that he’s only in his second semester of college and he already has to drop a class.

“Feel like telling me what’s wrong?”

Art rolls his eyes and looks up at the ceiling. “It’s stupid. I failed an exam. I studied so fucking hard and I just— everything on the test looked like it might as well have been written in a foreign language. I thought the whole class would have done poorly but it was just me.”

”What class?” Patrick asks.

“Calculus for physics,” Art sighs.

“Sounds really fucking hard,” Patrick says. “You should tell them to fuck off and come with me on the road.”

“I knew you wouldn’t get it,” Art mutters. “You don’t take any of this seriously. I’m not as good at tennis as you are. I’m not fucking good at anything. Like the one thing I thought wouldn’t be difficult which is school work and I can’t even fucking do that properly. I’m gonna have to drop and I’m not even done with my first fucking year.”

Patrick doesnt say anything for a minute, he’s still fingering Art’s curls. Then he takes a breath. “You’re good at a lot of things, Art. You’ve got to stop beating yourself up. I mean… I get it. You were top of your class in high school but all these dorks at Stanford were the best in their high schools too. I was one of the best players but now I’m on tour facing off with the best players in the world and a lot of them are fucking kicking my ass. Just… you know… Tashi always says to have a little perspective. You’re here for a fucking reason. Don’t psych yourself out before the game is over.”

Art hadn’t really thought about that, Patrick has been having a hard time on tour, Art feels a little softer for him now. He rolls over to face him wrapping a leg over Patrick’s thigh. “You think I should stay in the class? Prove them wrong?”

Patrick smiles. “No, what the fuck do you need calculus with physics for anyway?”

Art laughs a bit. “I mean… if I decide to go to med school I’ll need a physics and a calculus class… but I guess I don’t really need this specific course unless I was going to become an engineer.”

“I’ve heard you talk about being a doctor before, never an engineer.” Patrick says, “Fuck that class, find something better to do with your time.”

“Yeah…fuck it,” Art says thoughtfully, he can play with his teammates on the indoor courts in the mornings. He feels so much lighter actually. Patrick is right, he really doesn’t need this course at all. He was just so used to high school, thinking everything put in front of him was something he needed to ace. In college, none of it mattered except for what he needed for his major. Patrick’s tracing circles idly along Art’s thigh. “Mm, something better to do with my time….” Art says, smiling, “You think we can fuck again before my roommate gets home?”

Patrick smirks, “Oh absolutely.”

[artbymyth]

They’re judging you

[dotcircledot]

i miss them

[marvelous-spirit]

There are few relationships in dragon age that I treasure more than Varric and Hawke as platonic besties but SOMETIMES I see fan art that makes me ponder on them exploring one another’s bodies for comfort……..

[highfiveheroes]

There’s a version of Riz that’s always stuck in limbo, falling off a cliff. There’s a version of Adaine that’s always impaled on the horn of a unicorn, triumphant up until. But they knew who they were. They didn’t lose everything before they’d even begun. If they hadn’t survived, they would have had a legacy and people who mourned who they’d become.

Kristen was fourteen with worshipful eyes and too much hope in good prevailing over everything else. Gorgug was fourteen with rage he couldn’t control and kindness he could control even less.

-

or: Kristen and Gorgug died together. They don’t talk about it as much as they should.

[halfnoiise]

two silly little guys hit again!

[espeartz]

Happy Valentines day everyone

[diazheartsbuckley]

Can we just talk about the whole, “you don’t find it, you make it” And Buck being so fucking sad about it?

AND

Bobby being like, “Athena and I weren’t looking for anything when we found each at our lowest”

Like be so fr right now. You can’t tell me that these moments don’t hold significant value to buddies view of themselves and their lives and their relationship?

They really took two people who were beefing with each other for 1 (one) whole episode and then just built on top of that to the point where Buck literally runs away from his own home to go to Eddie’s because it’s the only place where he feels comfortable and safe after the lightning strike.

And they can communicate with literally just a single look and Eddie’s face with so much love when he looks at Buck, like it might actually give me a cavity because they’re so sweet on each other

[resident-gay-bitch]

sirius swallowed a lump in his throat and kept his gaze up on the starry night sky. it was clear out, a nice warm breeze. they were laying side by side on a mattress, with pillows and blankets galore beneath them, in james’ back garden. if sirius were to have done this back home, his mother would have had his head for “ruining good bedding”. but he supposed that kind of thing prompted his initial idea to run away, there were just worse things that forced him to do so.

but he’s safe here, at the potters. he’s got a good home here, and he’s happy.

he’s so happy to be here, gazing at the stars, laying next to james. but he’s also terrified.

“jamie…” sirius muttered, “can i tell you something?”

“of course you can, sirius. you know you can tell me anything.” james smiled.

sirius sighed, turning his head to look at james, “it’s top secret stuff. and kinda terrifying.”

james turned to face him too and gave sirius the special, kind smile, solely reserved for sirius, “my lips are sealed, pads.”

sirius looked back up at the sky, “you might hate me-“

“i couldn’t.” james said, entirely too fast.

sirius took a deep breath, “i’m so scared to say it.”

“you can do it, pads. you’ve grown up in the most nobel house of black and lived to tell the tale, i think you can do anything.”

“fuck.” sirius squinted his eyes, “i’m just gonna rip off the band-aid, okay?”

“okay.”

sirius nodded his head and held his breath, clenching his fists. he hesitated exactly five and a half seconds before blurting out, “i’m queer and i think i’m in love with someone and it’s bad because we’re friends- like good friends.”

there was a long silence.

sirius peaked open an eye to find james staring at him, dumbfounded. sirius released a breath and turned to face james, “do you hate me?”

“wh-“ james shook himself from his daze and beamed so brightly, “no! sirius that’s brilliant. i- i’m queer too.”

sirius’ heart stopped, “you are?”

james nodded, “yeah, mate… and… and i like one of our good friends too.”

sirius swallowed and looked back up at the sky, and james did the same.

“so… we’re both gay?”

“looks it.” james chuckled, “i can’t believe we were both so terrified to say it. of course we’ll accept eachother.”

sirius chuckled nervously, “yeah…”

“so, you’re in love?”

“i think so.” sirius swallowed, “i don’t really know what love is, but when i look at him, i just… i don’t know. i think i’m in love with him.”

“that’s brilliant, sirius.” james muttered.

“what about you?”

“i don’t know.” james chuckled, “i think i’ve fancied him for a while, i really like him. he’s wonderful, you know? but… it’s just… i think it’s pointless, so i don’t know if i love him yet or not.”

sirius nodded his head, outright refusing to look at james, “so… one of our good friends?”

“yep.” james nodded, popping his lips.

sirius swallowed, “a marauder?”

james hesitated for a long while, “… yeah.”

“oh…” he chewed at his lip anxiously, “yeah, mine too.”

“oh, bloody hell.” james chuckled dryly, “it’s remus, isn’t it? you two are so bloody close-“

“n-no. not remus.” sirius shook his head, cheeks hot. he turned his head to james with a flash when he realised, “why? do you like remus?”

“what? no!” james chuckled, and they both looked up at the sky again, “remus is wonderful, but no. he’s got nothing on- on my person.”

an awkward silence settled over the night. well, at least it was awkward for sirius.

“so… peter?”

james swallowed, “you fancy peter?”

“no.” sirius replied, and at the same time, james said;

“i don’t fancy peter either.”

they both went dead silent, red hot in the cheeks. sirius couldn’t take his eyes away from the sky, and neither could james by the looks of things.

there was silence for far too long.

sirius’ heart was racing. it wasn’t remus, it wasn’t peter, so it had to be sirius, didn’t it? unless james thinks there’s a secret, fifth maruader sirius is unaware of. but if that was so, james probably wouldn’t be laying there awkwardly too.

sirius felt the familiar callous of james’ fingers brush against his palm, and he turned his hand so james could slip his fingers between sirius’.

they were holding hands.

holy hufflepuff they were holding hands!

sirius turned to look at james, positively pink in the cheeks, and james turned to look at him too, just as nervous. they both giggled, looking at eachother for a moment.

“yeah?” james asked.

“yeah.” sirius smiled, his heart doing backflips.

james giggled again and shuffled closer to sirius, squeezing his hand tight.

they both looked up at the stars, smiling and smitten with eachother. not only did sirius have a new home for the summer, a new family, he also had a totally gorgeous boyfriend.

he couldn’t help himself when he leant over and pressed a kiss to james’ cheek, and felt his stomach erupt with butterflies when james giggled from the action and pulled sirius into a tight hug.

everything was going to be just fine.

[silliestofbilliest]

You can change any one scene in merlin what do you pick and what do you change it to?

Ooooo okay IF I HAD to pick I would probably change the one scene with Merlin and Morgana talking in her chambers at the end of The Nightmare Begins. Because in the scene Merlin has SO MANY opportunities to finally confess that he’s a sorcerer and understands what Morgana’s experience. Especially since she’s literally telling him she feels so ALONE and wishes she had a COMMUNITY to talk to and if ANYONE could just like at least TALK TO HER and make her feel a little less crazy that would be GREAT.

But no,

The giant lizard and Gauis are like “oh no don’t tell her it’ll only make things worseee”

The reason things got worse is bc you isolated that poor woman- Anyways in my mind those two formed a magic intwined friendship from that moment on and he told her and she was like

“Damn, I wish you told me earlier but i’m just glad you did now instead of later on bc I DEF wouldn’t have trusted you”

“haha yeah no I wouldn’t blame you but I’m glad I did. It would’ve absolutely SUCKED if you just never found out lmao”

But yeah they’re ride or dies for each other in my mind

(IN FACT I have a written AU in my drafts of this very same concept that I might be posting soon 👀👀👀 keep y’all’s eyes out for it)

[absolutefooling]

Is anyone interested in Timmy & SpongeBob NU heartwarming interactions?? Anyone?? Is this thing on???

[axolinaaxolotl]

WIP… i’ll finish it… when i do… yehh

[floralstorms]

roses

[mscakepantsart]

I love they

[highfiveheroes]

sequel/second chapter to “help, i’m still at the restaurant” is going well

[theicarusconstellation]

regulus black and lily evans are two sides of the same coin