#we’ll see 😭😭

[qprpbj]

plz do the internalized homophobia one for the people. darry/paul are soooo river phoenix and keanu reeves in my own private idaho coded it’s insane.

oh they’re both coming at some point #trust. i need u to elaborate on this btw! idk who they are LOL

[spoopdeedoop]

WYD WHEN MY GANG PULL UP !!!

[chloesimaginationthings]

YOUR FNAF3 PHONE DUDE DESIGN IS SO PERFECT!

IM GLAD YALL LIKED PHONE DUDE’S DESIGN! 📞

[frogaroundandfindout]

Do you think dick had to retire any moves once he became Nightwing because now that he has the strength and weight of an adult they’re just deadly to his opponents now no matter how much he tries to modify them?

When he was 10 and launching himself at a man’s throat it was one thing, now it’s another entirely.

[malaiikka]

The news about Rhaena/Nettles legit managed to erode all the excitement I had about season two during the past few weeks in a matter of seconds.

Nettles is canonically the only non-Targ dragonrider, her story and arc is so important in challenging the beliefs about dragons and Targaryens and blood magic incest that exist in Westeros and among the Targaryens, why would the writers look at such a character and decided to mesh her storyline with Rhaena’s?? Are they just so uncreative they couldn’t figure out something for Rhaena to do in the Vale?? Or can this show only handle no more than three black characters, all the while they continue on cooking up new storylines and arcs for the white characters that don’t exist in the book??

[madspeed]

P3 Girls Week day 1+2, music & dorm life

[thestarlightforge]

Edit: Tone Tag 😭 I am not yelling at y’all, I’m just exploding in my little gay disabled wandavision young avengers bubble. It’s all excitement/relief/love over here. 😊💙

JAC REPURPOSED WANDA’S CRAPPY RITUALISTIC AMNESIAC STORYLINE FOR GOOD

“JUST PRETEND I’M NOT HERE” JAC SCHAEFFER— 🫠

IT’S NOT TWO KIDS IN ONE BODY, THE HEX INDIRECTLY KILLED WILLIAM KAPLAN, BILLY MAXIMOFF IS REALLY BILLY WITH A REAL SOUL THAT HAD NO HOME—HE’S REALLY WANDA’S SON, TOMMY’S BROTHER

SOME OF HIS MEMORIES GOT MUDDLED AND HE LEARNED TO REPRESS SOME OF HIS MAGIC, BUT HE COULD BARELY EVEN GET OUT CALLING REBECCA “MOM” IN THE KAPLANS’ LIVING ROOM AND HE NEVER REMEMBERED WILLIAM KAPLAN’S LIFE—BECAUSE WANDA’S KIDS WERE REAL AND HERS, WHETHER 45 YEARS OF MISOGYNISTIC COMICS WRITERS LIKE IT OR NOT

“WHO ARE YOU?” “WILLIAM KAPLAN.” “SAY AGAIN?”

“I’M BILLY MAXIMOFF” AND

“I’M NOT THAT NICE” 😭

BILLY MAXIMOFF FELL IN LOVE WITH A BOY, HE DIDN’T JUST TAKE WILLIAM KAPLAN’S BOYFRIEND TO BLEND IN

JAC DIDN’T FORGET ABOUT TOMMY, NO ONE DID—THIS WHOLE THING IS FOR HIM AND HE’S EVERYWHERE

WILLIAM KAPLAN’S LAST WORDS WERE “MOM, LOOK OUT” AND

BILLY MAXIMOFF’S FIRST WORD OUTSIDE THE HEX

WAS “TOMMY” 😭

[starheirxero]

Hey what if Bloodmoon comes back wrong. What if Lunar knows the feeling all too well

[dyke-in-crisis]

FEMALEVOLENT 💛 comms open | ptrn

[chirpsythismorning]

Yeah a teaser dropping on ST day would be cool. But can we agree that a DNA board reveal would be infinitely better?

[angelshaveredhairr]

he responded to every single text i sent last night….

whyyyyy

[ashipiko]

Birthday Showcase (Ashi) will be available for a limited time starting June 5th!

This showcase features a limited-time SSR Ashi (Birthday Jacket) card!

EVENT NOTES BELOW ↓↓↓

WHOS READY FOR ROUND TWO. IM NOT??? HAVE I ACTUALLY BEEN ON TUMBLR THIS LONG ALREADY????? 😭😭 well anyway!! got thru the pains of card making and now we’re here </3 not really excited for the groovy but. we will get thru 🫡

THIS YEARS EVENT WILL BE THE SAME AS THE LAST!! <3 send asks and wish Ashi some bday wishes and get an OC interaction and/or doodle in response!!! 🤔 no promises it’ll be a lot but I’ll try my best to get thru them all

I THINK THATS IT? ILL REBLOG THIS IF ANYTHING. hopefully a month in advance is good enough HAHAHA

[neteyamssyulang]

When I tell yall..

IM FUCKING FERAL FOR THIS😩, why do they have so make them so fucking sexy. This is making me wanna write a yautja fic but ofc add one of our blue men aswell🤭🤭

[azuree1733]

I’m back to posting on instagram 🤭🤭🤭

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

i’m cooking 🫡🫡🫡

[francixoxoxo]

franci im thinking about your vampire fics. specifically i just accidentally split my lip a little and thinking about doing that while kissing vamp billy and he has to restrain himself from losing it

Im giggling and kicking my feet

You had a habit of underestimating your own bite.

Chewing on your lips was a nasty habit, but nastier still that you seemed to constantly forget how sharp your teeth could be, and bite right through the skin. Billy constantly reminded you to not chew at all, not scoldingly, but with a small peck or letting his eyes fall with purpose to your lips.

But you forget yourself. Wouldn’t everybody, if they had Billy trapping them against the kitchen counter, his lips pressing with restraint against their exposed collar?

It was one thing that he’d come home so late, he would’ve wanted you by that fact alone. But when he came home to see you still in a chemise, or maybe you’d changed, the time was plausible— whatever. He took one look at the skin of your neck and couldn’t resist dropping his lips there, breathing you in deep. A terrible guilt he feels, needing that scent so desperately. What will that lead to? What kind of hunger will build until he has to take a bite?

He’d kill himself first. In fact, he’s told you to kill him first. Pleaded with you to end him, to leave, to go far ‘way from him, ‘cause he didn’t have it in him to go himself. You’ve denied him every time, stubborn as you were.

So here Billy was, rushing you pin you to any surface, attention flicking twixt trailing hesitant kisses over your collar and catching your lips in a ferocious fashion. He was careful with your neck only because he could feel that fragile heartbeat under your skin, thinly veiled blood under your skin, in his nostrils, flooding his senses and fogging his primitive, stupid brain—

“Are you bleedin’?” Billy has to lift his face from your neck, his chest nearly heaving. His brows are drawn, a hazy look in his azure eyes. You press your lips.

“I don’t think so?” You breathe, your eyes trailing over his bared forearms, the bit of his chest exposed by your feeble attempts to unbutton his work shirt. He shifts twixt his feet, moving back from you a bit.

Billy’s eyes are trained on your lips, and for a moment you think his nostrils flare. He clears his throat, his clenched fist coming to cover his mouth. “M’ gonna be— I’ll be outside.”

“Doin’ what?” Your brows lift in sheer surprise. What’d gotten into him? You catch your bottom lip twixt your teeth, a biting pain shocking you into the realization that you were bleeding. Bleeding in front of Billy, with his bloodlust, his human lust, all swirling around the poor man’s head and probably driving him insane.

“Smoke.” Is all Billy mutters, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. He puts his fist over his mouth again, his jaw ticking like he’s moving to swipe his tongue over those fangs but he stops himself.

When you follow him onto the porch, sure to wash your lips clean, he’s true to his word. He’s sitting in a wooden chair, his legs lazily spread apart and a cigarette pinched twixt his thumb and his pointer. Billy turns his head to look at you, his free hand reaching for yours. You offer a hello and he cooes in reply, “baby.”

“M’ sorry, mama.” He murmurs, his lips pressing together as he wags the cigarette nervously in his fingers. You shake your head, plucking the cigarette from his fingers to give it a try.

“You don’t have to apologize,” you coo as you fit the stub back into his fingers. He smiles faintly as you, tugging on your hand until you get the hint and slot yourself into his lap. Billy’s lips press sweetly against your neck. Despite himself, he can’t deny himself a kiss to the skin.

His hands splay over your waist. “I hate it. I hate that I can’t be ‘round when y’get hurt.” Another kiss to your collar. “Or when y’get your monthly..” a smattering of kisses all the way up to the underside of your jaw, his stubble making you shiver and giggle at the same time. “Or when y’split your lip. Come on now, mama, admit it. Admit you hate it too.”

When Billy’s lips finally detach from your neck, you get a good look at his face. He’s leaned away from you, his eyes wide and nearly starry, his brows drawn taut and mouth tugging downward. Tell me I’m terrible, his eyes beg. From your lips, it will matter, perhaps then I will be able to go. Your fingers find themselves in his hair as you resolve to dig your heels in.

“It’s worth it, I think.” You shrug, fingernails gently scratching his scalp. All the self loathing in the world couldn’t bleed itself onto your mentality. For all the disgust Billy regarded himself with, you offered its weight in love, tenfold. “Don’t you go leaving me hanging, Bonney.”

A monster, that’s who he was. What he was, and all he ever will be. And yet, you fancied him a beauty. He hopes to God he won’t do anything stupid enough to change that. He shook his head lamely, his lips parting over his teeth to reveal those pesky fangs. His hands have been roaming the plane of your back all this time, but they rove south, laying over the slope above your bottom. “Where were we?”