#today don’t worry

[duckysprouts]

if you were at your worst, if you’re a villain or a screwup or whatever, there is a goth man dressed as a giant bat who keeps coming after you, bothering you. he sabotages your journey of self destruction over and over. ur ready to give up but he won’t let you. you think, today he won’t come. today he will give up on me too. he never does.

[cinnamnt]

this thing’s birthday

[happyheidi]

𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 🍃

𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳: 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘦, 𝘩𝘶𝘨 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦 🌳 𝘭𝘰𝘭 𝘪𝘥𝘬

[babyleostuff]

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[the-lesbian-orpheus]

Some days I feel like “I am Martin Blackwood and I am not lonely anymore‼️”should be my daily affirmation or something

[midnight333-studios]

Guess who turns a year older today!

🥳💥🎂

But that also means…

A D U L T

[ashestoashes7]

I am so obsessed with Neil climbing out windows. First thinking about it at Wymack’s before deciding it’s too high, then actually doing it in Columbia. He is fully prepared to analyze all of the possible exits and I’m not sure the Foxes fully consider what that means.

I have no doubts he would climb out of a hospital window and give the Foxes a heart attack when they come to visit him and find an empty bed and he won’t answer their calls (let’s be real, that phone is definitely dead). Panic ensues while Neil is chilling back in the dorms and wondering why they haven’t come back. Meanwhile, they are very close to calling the FBI themselves to track him down until they remember it’s Neil

[fawnnpaws]

need childhood best friend!patrick to originally brush you off, not take what you have seriously and take you for granted. you’ve been friends for basically your entire lives. you spent summers at his mansion by the beach, he spent winters skiing in the alps with your family. somewhere in your young adulthood the lines started to blur. now you’re basically doing everything a girlfriend does but he won’t put a label on it. he’s on tour and you’re starting your career, so you only see him when he shows up unannounced at your door.

it would be easier if he didn’t tell you how much he missed you every time. if he didn’t eat you out like he’s starved for you and you alone. if he didn’t hold you in bed afterwards and wake you up with soft kisses all over your face. if he didn’t treat you like he loved you. a dirty word neither of you dare to ever say out loud.

because after all that, you know he’s seeing other people on tour. you know because the world is small and you’ll get texts from friends in far away places that say “i saw patrick leaving a club with some girl, are you guys not a thing anymore??” and you have no words to explain that you were technically never a thing in the first place.

you think you’re okay with it, that you can live with expecting nothing more than physical satisfaction from one another if it means patrick zweig is still in your orbit, but resentment starts to build. you start to fight more and eventually it all comes crashing down with him shouting “you’re not my fucking girlfriend! stop acting like you’re in love with me or something!” at you and watching in sort of horror as you go cold and just say, “okay.” and leave.

need him to agonize about it for weeks, waiting for you to break and talk to him first like you always do when you two fight. but it never comes. he’s left alone with a gaping hole in his chest that you used to fill. and what’s even worse? he’s left alone with nothing but himself to blame.

he can’t pin this on you. he didn’t realize how good you were to him, how much he’d miss talking with you and making you laugh, how much he relied on calling you and hearing your voice. not to mention, it feels like you’ve ruined pussy for him forever. he tries to fuck other people, but he can only get off if he’s thinking about you.

so, he caves. he has to, he’s fucking losing his mind without you. he practically bangs down your door with flowers in hand, wilted and abused from being shaken around while he ran to your apartment. you crack the door open an inch and he barges in, not letting you get a word in before he’s giving you a speech about how he fucked up and he wants— no needs to be with you. need you to take him back. he’s worked himself up to nearly hyperventilating by the end of it before you stop him and say, “patrick, i forgave you at the flowers, but it was really nice to hear you say all that.”

the thing is, you were seconds away from breaking when he showed up at your door. you’d never iced him out for that long and as much as you wished you had the strength to cut him off, you knew you never could.

you love him. and you tell him so. you let the words you’d been guarding since he kissed you for the first time when you were 18 spill from your lips. it feels different than you expected. every scenario you’d run in your head before this ended in him telling you he doesn’t feel the same way. but when you look at him now, with his rumpled flowers and tearful eyes, you know he does. and to your absolute delight, he tells you so.

[undercover-grisha]

I know the Grishaverse doesn’t have Christmas, but in my personal head canon, Jesper Fahey is The Best trophy husband of the Merchant Council Oligarchy, which means obviously he throws The Best Sankt Nikolai Day party of ALL time.

[popagan]

Good movie.

(Me and sarrumon were only focusing on Iseya and Eimajiwa and lost focus for the most part.)

[woobiedoovo]

Read a really tasty platonic Yandere Ford fic and now I have Yandere brain worms once again, so here’s a brain dump :))

Also I’m going a romantic Yandere route because Stancest my beloved <3 and I feel like this could go many ways. Once again, everything is under the cut!

I can see Ford developing his Yandere tendencies either at a young age, after Stan is kicked out, or when Stan gets his memories wiped. All options are fun, but I’m going with Paranoid Ford and Mullet Stan because that dynamic is so fun!!

Ever since Stan got kicked out and Ford went to college, he had something in the back of his mind that was always telling him things were wrong. Food didn’t taste as good, colors were duller, and life just seemed so much more… bland. Lifeless. Ford refused to acknowledge that he’s feeling this way because Stan was gone and threw himself into his work.

He was going to prove to everyone that he was a genius. The brightest mind of their age. So he studies, gets his 12 PHDS, heads to Gravity Falls, and life continues to be a little less exciting the longer he’s apart from Stan.

Then he meets Bill, and everything makes sense again. Bill reminds him so much of Stanley that he quickly latches onto him, falling for all his tricks and lies. He should have known better. And now here he was, being taunted and tortured by a triangular demon. Every night Bill enters his dreams and tries to get him to open the portal. He takes control of his body and threatens his safety, making Stanford question if his body is even his anymore, but he wouldn’t break. He wouldn’t. He just needed something. Someone. He needed… Stan.

It all started to go wrong when Stan left. Life seemed to lose all meaning without Stan there. The more he thought about his twin, the more he regretted the day their Father had kicked his brother out. His brother was his biggest hype man. He always believed in him, supported him, loved him. And it was love, wasn’t it? Pure, unadulterated love. Stanford had always thought Stan was trying to get attention from Ford’s achievements, showing him off like he was a prized puppy. But why would he do that when Ford always ended up getting the compliments?

He was an idiot to overlook it. To overlook him. He needed Stan. They were meant to be together. It took one night for Ford to finally make his decision after fretting for days on whether or not to reach out to Stan.

Bill had went a different route that night to mess with Ford. He showed Ford how Stanley had been living since he got kicked out of the house. How he was homeless, on the run, and struggling. He threatened Stan’s life, and that was the last straw.

It wasn’t just Ford’s life that fell apart without their twin it seemed. Ford was filled with rage at the sight of Stan hungry and alone. Furious at the fact Bill would even dare look at Stan.

He had a new goal now. He needed Stanley’s help to defeat Bill, and then he was going to kill anyone who dared hurt his baby brother. He sent out a postcard the same night with only two words on it.

“PLEASE COME.”

Ford was afraid that Stan wouldn’t come at first. If he didn’t show up then Ford mused that he would have to deal with Bill on his own and then hunt Stan down, but not even a week later Stan was at Ford’s door, as beautiful as the day he lost him.

He just needed to deal with Bill, and then he and Stanley could be together again.

It took him longer than he liked to deal with Bill, even with Stan’s help, but when they found out that aluminum foil blocked Bill from entering his mind they made quick and efficient work of the demon. Apparently being able to work on more than 2 hours and 27 minutes a sleep a day helped the mind. Ford couldn’t help but feel like an idiot when he realized something as simple as a kitchen wrap was able to counteract Bill’s influence.

It was Stanley who first came up with the idea after Ford had explained everything to him. He had scoffed at the idea, but at Stan’s insistence he tried it out. He was never happier to be wrong and almost kissed Stan the next morning when he woke up from a dreamless sleep.

After banishing Bill and beginning the process to dismantle the portal, Ford realized he had to make his move. Stanley was growing antsy the longer he stayed, and had even brought up the fact he would have to “hit the road,” soon.

He should have been more clear. It was his fault, really. Of course his brother would think all Ford wanted was his help. Then back to the life of a homeless drifter, not even knowing when he’d have his next meal.

Ford wasn’t going to let that happen.

The brand was simple, but elegant. Intricate Rune’s weaved into sleek, sweeping lines. It had taken Ford three days to get this far, but it was still unfinished. He just needed more time, time he didn’t have.

He had to take drastic action when Stan tried to leave. He had come upstairs for a cup of coffee only to be met with Stan bundled up, front door halfway open.

“Stanley? Where are you going?”

His voice seemed to startle his twin, the man turning towards him with a sheepish grin.

“Just getting out of your hair. Don’t want to over stay my welcome and all that jazz. Think I’m going to head down to Utah, heard it’s nice around this time of year.”

It was a lie. Stan was banned from Utah. Stanley was banned from a lot of states actually, which made Ford’s life a lot more easier if Stan did make it out the door that night.

But he didn’t.

With a smile, he reached out his hand, a silent offer to carry his twins bag.

“Ah, no need Sixer. I got it. You can go back to your nerd stuff. Nice seeing you.”

Was Stan’s gruff response, clutching the duffel bag tightly.

“At least let me walk you to your car.”

Stan seemed to hesitate, before nodding. Even when he was trying so hard to push Ford away, Stan still craved his attention. His brother was adorable, like a cute puppy who couldn’t decide if he wanted you to pet him or to bite your hand off.

The two walked out in the snow, the only sounds being the soft crunching of their footsteps. The snowstorm had slowed down to a soft drizzle, snowflakes falling lazily down from the sky.

And in the middle of the beautiful snowy landscape was Stan’s car, its tires slashed.

“What the fuc-“

It was a quick sedative, one that only took a few sniffs to make a grown man pass out. Ford hadn’t accounted for Stan’s resistance to drugs, though. His brother stared at him with cloudy eyes, a betrayed look on his face, and all Ford could do was quietly shush him.

“Shh, it’s okay Lee. I just need a little more time, then we’ll never be apart again.”

[idontmindifuforgetme]

I’ve already mentioned this in multiple posts but I’m extremely humbled by the fact that my 52 year old boss runs for fun and does it after every 8 hour work day… I have no excuse not to be waking up at 5 am every day and getting a work out in before studying or going to work

[aimseytv]

hey gamers! if reposting my photography please make sure to credit me in the post :) i’m trying really hard to push my photography insta and i’m super glad you all like it but this is just a small reminder! :)

(i know i’m a creator and usually i don’t mind but specifically for my photography insta it would be cool just to have my name mentioned somewhere!!)

[uhohdad]

cries i don't think my ask went thru i don't know how to tell when ur doing requests or whatever anyways. i love bullying soft!könig i imagine it's hard to break him down at first but he's got some weaknesses? right?. ?? i had this idea.

do you think he's into masochism. so used to pain on the battlefield and a lack of pleasure seeking back at the base its because its still work, what does he even have to do on breaks?? on leave?? is he used to the loneliness?? has he accepted it or does a piece of him still crave??? does he feel like he deserves it and it creates this twisted perversion upon himself to love how he hates the way he loves.

what if you met him at a hole-in-the-wall bar. they serve dinner and drinks and there's always someone on the stage singing a song. you go there to eat the delicious food and listen to the local artists and occasionally a drink, but you're alone most of the time.

then this mountain of a man comes in, hunched like he's trying to make himself shrink out of existence, tentatively walk up to the bar. he's obv not local. his eyes darting around nervously, orders something you can't understand, but you're feeling thirsty and the waiter hasn't come around for 30 minutes.

you saunter up to the bar and order yourself dessert and look at the stranger. he makes fleeting eye contact, maybe you smile. something draws you in. "You new to town?" you might say. he nods. you talk a little, order him a drink. maybe he's a lightweight, or you just made him feel less crazy, because now you're both back at your booth sharing the dessert you ordered, talking about how weird other people are and how it's nice to talk to someone down to earth. it's so strange and it's so nice and the night goes on, and somehow, still, you find yourself falling for This Stranger, and so at some point, one of you takes the other by the hand, you're scooting closer. some silly sense of connection makes you feel comfortable enough to let your hand sit on his thigh. he's got blue eyes. drinking you in. you start touching him under the table. rubbing his thigh thru his cargo pants, gripping your nails through and letting him lean in with bourbon-cholocate lingering in his breath and something else, something desperate. you're letting your hand slip down his pants (at some point the belt was off. and it wasn't by your doing) and palming at his swollen cock. you can feel it throb. blue eyes. you can feel his breath on your neck as he leans in, trying to hide all this under the premise of vulnerability, a hug, but you know it's more. he wants something.

you let your nails graze his balls and feel them tighten. he's hot to the touch but his fingers are cold as they hover above your hand. he guides you back up to hold his cock. keep going, he urges. he doesn't have to even say it.

you're raking your nails down his pelvis to then grasp and pull his cock. pumping it with a slick hand and thumbing the tip with your thumbnail. he's trembling. his breath pitches in your ear like a barely concealed whine. don't stop. don't stop even when it hurts. you jerk him off til he cums with a shuddering exhale and his knees hitting the underside of the table. you don't stop. you squeeze and pump him with his new slick, moving faster, there's sweat on his forehead and your shirt and he's barely keeping composure as you rake red lines down his shaft as he thrusts pathetically up into your hand, overstimulated and shaking at the realization he loves it, he loves this.

do you think he's into masochism.

you come onto my blog, sweet anon, you gift me the most delicious, scrumptious, beautiful concept and smut?? you upstage me on my own blog, sweet anon??

if i wasn’t into it before, i sure am now baby 😍😍😍

this is gold top to bottom but that second paragraph is ARTTTTTT

[phoenixmetaphor]

sorry to interrupt my drawtober stuff, but @samblerambles was talking chris in a dress and i had to do a flip through of my sketchbook to pull a couple of them. oh and of course there are rando leons too because it’s me.

i started this sketchbook in january and i am almost done 😭😭😭 2 pages left.

[domjaehyun]

guys the very cute guy at the local dispensary was …. *deep ragged breath* calling me baby? like multiple times and . ……. okay maybe i just have a dirty mind but he was just saying all the right things and i’m tempted to walk back over there and be like

“what are we……? bc you lowkey talked me through it while i was trying to buy a vape and you can’t really be that patient and attentive AND call me baby AND make me laugh like what is your name and your number 🤨 like right now 🤨”