#your boyfriend's here

[naturecalls111]

me n my vamp bf

[biboomerangboi]

Thinking about Katara and Sokka seething over Aang and Zuko gallivanting around the South Pole penguin sledding and dancing in like nice light weight clothing because both their bending keeps them warm.

Like yes, they are probably also perceiving and lusting on spec but I would be so mad if I couldn’t wear a silly little outfit in my own home but these two dudes are like running around having acrobat time and I am in a huddle in the worlds thickest coat. I’d want those twinks dead.

[gongyussy]

"You can tell that there was a wealth of love that went into making this film so I hope people can take just a little bit of that love out with them." - Eugene Lee Yang | Go Behind The Animation for Nimona

[hinamie]

there's an art in the dark that took years to refine

[aka-indulgence]

Why do they do this

[immapsychoclown]

i stan freak mc

[fridgrave2-0]

hehe ghost-turbo haunting felix au

turbo is connected to the last piece of his code in the whole arcade - a trophy he gifted to felix in mid 80s as a symbol of him genuinely caring about their relationships on par with being the best racer. felix also gave him one of his medals and both kept their gifts next to other rewards, but when roadblasters and turbotime were unplugged, the medal was gone with everything else

now, after burning in cola-lava turbo is basically dead, but scraps of his code still were intertwined with the trophy (after all, it was his first winner's cup, but felix never knew about it), giving turbo an opportunity to exist as a shadow incapable of interacting with anything and anyone besides felix, who kept the trophy even after the roadblasters incident

also I went crazy in tags, feel free to check them out

[offdensen]

[miyamiwu]

How to say “I love you” in Blue Lock

I don’t really want to play soccer, but being with you isn’t a pain, so it’s fine.

Now that I can fight without you, being with you is even more fun

And then there’s this asshole...

I made it this far because of you. Since you allowed me to play soccer freely, I’ve grown this strong on Bastard München. But I can’t climb any higher that way. I figured that out in this match, I no longer need the freedom you give me. Forget about me, Ness. Find yourself a new king. It’s easier for me to live in restriction.

[sceletaflores]

i really just need art and patrick in subspace.

they don't normally sub. and they've never even kissed each other. dom reader makes them realize how much they desire the other, and can't help but allow her to slowly leading them into subspace

and all the poor guys can do is follow her like dogs in heat ;((

-🐝

auurrr sub!artrick you’re real to me…

and the thing is that their attraction to each other is so painfully obvious to quite literally everyone around them, but they themselves are completely oblivious.

It's either obliviousness or straight-up repression—a refusal to see what's right in front of them.

maybe it’s for different reasons. maybe art’s religious upbringing is still burned into his mind every time he catches himself letting his eyes linger a little too long on patrick fresh out of the shower, water dripping down the hard planes of his abs when he gets dressed in the mornings. the memory of his sunday school's youth pastor reciting, “it’s adam and eve, not adam and steve.”

and maybe patrick still has his dad’s homophobic rants ringing in his ears when he catches himself staring art’s lips wrapped around the filter of a cigarette. their shared cigarette, wet from art’s mouth when he takes it between his own lips.

but then they meet you. you with your willingness to navigate such a complex situation so delicately, carefully treading along the line of artandpatrick to help them realize that wanting to fuck each other isn't the end of the world. that sharing a girl the same way they share a cigarette is just another excuse to get as close as possible without touching.

it’s a mission, and you’re strategic about it.

you get them in bed at the same time, and they're so skittish. working around each other instead of with each other, but you're patient. you know they're both used to being in control, but they get so fuck drunk. it's like all the blood from their brains go to their dicks the second you drop your skirt, voice soft but demanding as you sit on the edge of art's bed.

"i want you to eat me out, both of you."

two hitching gasps ring out, shaky and broken. they're both hard.

you get them on their knees before the bed, shoulders pressed together between your thighs and matching looks of hesitation on their faces. you smile, reaching out to brush your fingers through their hair reassuringly. slowly, you start to drag art forward by the back of his head, only art.

his nose bumps against your inner thigh, short puffs of breath fanning over your aching core until he sticks his tongue out and lets you drag him wherever you want him.

patrick watches art the entire time, eyes rapidly flicking over his profile like he doesn't know where to look. tracing the bridge of art's nose, the cut of his jawline, zeroing in on where his pretty pink lips wrap around your clit. he's so quiet, the quietest you've ever heard him.

when art gets too into it, moaning and drooling, you pull him back. he groans, leaning forward to fight your grip on his hair like he'll die if he's not fucking you with his tongue. you scratch your nails against his scalp, a placating smile on your face before you're turning to patrick.

he lurches forward before you even get a hand in his hair, dragging his tongue through the mess of spit art left pooling in your hole. groaning at the taste of your pussy.

art watches him, just like patrick watched him. his head resting on your thigh, staring through half lidded eyes with parted lips.

you hold back for as long as you can stand, giving patrick his one on one time with your pussy. moaning at the way his nose nudges against your clit each time he licks a broad stripe over your hole with the flat of his tongue.

when you can feel yourself getting closer, you gently start to guide art's head closer. patrick's hair still in the tight grip of your fist, you're not moving him away.

wide blue eyes flick to your face, hazy and blown out and worried. you smile down at him, 'it's okay, baby."

apparently, that's all go ahead he needs. leaning forward enough to get his mouth back on you.

patrick, who got lost in his own little world, opening his eyes to art mouthing at your clit, lips inches away from his own, has a surprised moan ripping from deep in chest. you feel the rumble of it against your fluttering hole, long and drawn out.

it's like they both have a gravitational pull towards the other, getting closer and closer until patrick's tongue finally brushes against art's. it happens once, twice, three times before they both go still, eyes meeting in a shared moment of realization.

there’s a charged silence, broken only by the sound of your heavy breathing. it’s like the world has paused, waiting for them to decide if they’ll take that last step. you stroke patrick’s hair, steady and reassuring, and he hesitantly leans back in, his movements slow and uncertain.

art’s the first to move, taking patrick's bottom lip between his teeth and giving it a gentle tug. patrick’s eyes flutter closed, a shiver running down his spine. they’re tasting each other now, sucking the taste of you off the others tongue.

it’s hottest fucking thing you’ve ever seen.

you look down at them, at your boys. faces gone soft, eyes fluttered shut as they make-out over your pussy. heat zings up your spine every time their tongues tangle over your clit, chins messy with their spit mixing with the wetness leaking from you.

the smugness you feel only adds to your orgasm. all they needed was a little push.

[orphanheirs]

Love this regency cartoon. Me when I have a crush on someone. Love is to devour core. RIP to whoever drew this you would've loved tumblr dot com

{x}

[luxurystark-jackson]

i like how the second his angel boyfriend is back from the dead dean immediately makes him dress up in fetish wear. okay freak

[jameswilsonsupremacy]

whenever the ducklings start to get Too Worried about House’s Antics™️, they just casually report to Wilson. then Wilson soft-doms House into not being an idiot.

[gaytommykinard]

buck getting home after a rough shift and thank god tommy isn’t working — except for whatever he's tinkering with in the garage, and he’s keeping an eye on the lasagne in the oven which buck made the day before, left it in the fridge under a post it note with instructions for how to bake it, and tommy rolled his eyes but followed them to the letter anyway, making sure dinner’s ready by the time buck gets home. the smell fills his nostrils as soon as buck crosses the threshold and something in his chest crumbles.

he finds tommy in the kitchen, oven mitts over his hands as he puts the dish back in the oven, says something about it needing a few more minutes, but by the time he straightens up, buck is wrapping himself around him, a hand on tommy’s neck, pulling him close and kissing him with a ferocity and tommy knows, he knows what it means, he knows what his boyfriend needs, and buck is so fucking grateful that he doesn't need to verbalise it.

buck kisses him and drags him to the bedroom, fingers making quick work on the buttons of tommy's shirt before he's pushing them off his shoulders. “don’t tease me,” he says, “not tonight— i want it—”

“i know, baby,” tommy cuts him off, grabs buck’s wrists in his hands and puts them on his chest, pressing his palms hard enough so that buck can feel his heart beating beneath his ribcage. “let me.”

tommy strips out of his clothes before turning his attention to buck, quickly yet gently removing every article of clothing until they’re naked, skin on skin, and he lays on top of buck, lets his weight press him into the mattress, kisses him soft and slow, until buck cups his face between his hands and swallows the lump in his throat and whispers, “please.”

and tommy nods and quickly gets to working him open, swallows the noises that fall from his lips, hears it in the pitch of buck’s moans when he’s ready for him before he settles between his legs and slowly pushes in, and when he bottoms out he leans forward, tucks his arms under buck’s shoulders, and buck wraps his legs around tommy’s hips, tries to push him in even deeper, impossible as it may be.

“need a minute,” he says, voice hoarse.

“me too,” tommy replies with a soft kiss to buck’s chin.

he laughs, a desperate, breathless sound. “fuck, tommy,” he closes his eyes, drops his head on the pillow. “you can move now.”

and tommy fucks him so good, gives it to him exactly how he needs it, slow and deep and hard, keeps his eyes locked with buck’s, dips his head and kisses him and sucks on his tongue and his lips, nudges with his nose at buck’s chin until he tilts his head back to give him access to his throat. he can’t get a hand on himself but the glide of their bodies is enough, he’s getting closer and closer.

“tommy.” his voice is bordering on a sob. “tommy. tommy.

“evan, i’ve got you,” tommy brings a hand up to his face, makes him meet his gaze. “you can let go, baby,”

it hits him all at once, and he’s coming and coming and coming, full-body shudders, tears falling from his eyes. he feels it then, when tommy picks up the rhythm, driving into him even harder before he explodes inside him, filling him up, and he’s kissing him again and again and again, breathless and messy and perfect.

“i love you,” buck whispers the words with his mouth pressed to tommy’s temples, and tommy lifts his head and smiles at him and says it back and buck exhales a breath of relief.

“do you feel better?”

buck nods.

“you wanna go eat now?”

“in a minute. please.” buck reaches up to kiss him softly. “just... stay.”

tommy sighs, and his lips curl into a little smile. “you know i’d stay here forever if you wanted me to.”

“you’re so cheesy,” buck says, and tommy’s grin widens.

“you know it, baby.”

[spookyfartduck]

•YCH•

Hi guys, I suddenly thought it would be nice to draw a ych for you!! I was in the mood to lower the price, so I advise you to hurry up if someone wants to purchase this art :р lol

The price of the ych is $30, Light background - free, complex background - + $5 (Like a room or something)

[crispywizardtale]