#fucking 💕💕💕💕

[anthonycrowley]

he’s the moment

#text #my post #mobi #gomens #mmm months later you guys are still annoying this is going into jail 💕 the gomens fandom is so fucking insufferable 💕

[wiisagi-maiingan]

Also, I really wish I didn't have to say this, but antisemitism against Zionists isn't okay either. The problem with being antisemitic isn't that you might be harassing a "good" Jew, it's that antisemitism is wrong no matter who it's aimed at.

You cannot justify bigotry as long as it's aimed at "bad" people. The fact that many of the people I see arguing against this simple statement are the same ones who call out transphobes for misgendering "bad" trans people just shows how little society as a whole actually sees Jews as people.

#antisemitism #if anyone wants to add me to a zionist blocklist fucking do it 💕 #i'd much rather be 'exposed' as an ally to jews than have antisemitic leftists think i'll tolerate their shit

[onehunnit]

everyone say thank you yunho fansites!

#The Finger/ Nail Jewelry #I Died #x.txt #x.pic #yunho #ateez #goddddddd hes so fucking 💞💞💕💖💓💞💞💖💞💞 #jeong yunho

[your-local-granny]

fall from grace

#I actually did this for inktober like a year ago whoops #Thinking about her again 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 did you know she makes me ill #hey wasn’t it kind of fucked up she literally got shot #wasn’t it fucked up how she lived with this phantom pain carrying around her father’s greatest failure the mark of a killer #and then. She was also shot. In the same shoulder. Wasn’t that fucked up a bit #Oh also this was gauche on like a 4x6 sketchbook so there’s a lot of patchiness but that was kind of the point srry #all about unlearning imperfection and trying something new yknow #franziska von karma #ace attorney #ace attorney fanart #portal art 💕🌸🌤️

[butch-with-a-deep-voice]

Dear tumblr lesbians,

Sometimes it just works out.

Signed,

A butch who is picking their femme up from the airport in less than 15 hours

#we get to have our first kiss in a fucking airport #i am so happy its ridiculous #oh vampling... 💕 #bite me #butch #lesbian #sapphic #nblw #wlw #nonbinary #butch/femme

[stephendorff]

Bill Skarsgård as Eric Draven IIThe Crow (2024)

#bill skarsgard #the crow #my gifs #i love bskars but i think this is honestly his first role where i need his character 🥴 #i always have 1 lame set and one thats banging && this one is banging #haters shut the fuck up i dont want to see your shit in the tags💕 #enjoy or fuck off

[dollsdesires]

💖💌❤️‍🔥

#me #dollsdesires #Happy Valentine’s Day 💕 #daddy’s little doll #submisive and breedable #bd/sm brat #18+ only #+18 or +adult only #cnc k!nk #cnc somno #rough cnc #cnc free use #bd/sm kink #bd/sm community #bd/sm blog #bd/sm dynamic #sexy content #sexy tease #sexy titts #sexy chick #sexy breast #hot as fuck #spicy content #girls with piercings #bd/sm little #bd/sm lifestyle #bd/sm relationship #bd/sm breeding #cnc kidnapping #corruption kink

[selineram3421]

*stumbles in and door slams into the wall* Ding-dong💘

Soft Love

Alastor X Chubby Reader

Warnings ⚠

⚠ food mention-desserts and strawberries, hurt/comfort, italics=thoughts, insecurities, mentions of murder, mention of cannibalism, slight implied/suggestive ⚠

Life in Hell was hectic.

Love in Hell? Nearly impossible to find.

Especially if its real.

Alastor knew you as the kind, soft demon that everyone got along with in the hotel staff.

Kind even to him.

Your work at the hotel was mostly in the arts. The Princess has you in the therapy area to help sinners express their emotions with different mediums.

Such an interesting demon you were with many hobbies. Painting, singing, dancing, baking, designing, cooking, knitting, photography, drawing. The list could go on possibly for a while, you haven't shared all of them.

He was curious, wondering exactly what damned you to Hell.

"Alastor!"

Speak of the devil, you called.

"Yes dear?", he looked up from his book.

He sat on the lobby couch that was just across the bar, patiently waiting for you to speak.

"Could you try something for me? I made some lava cake for desert but I want to make sure yours is the right amount of bitter."

Yes, you were also very considerate and attentive.

"Of course dear!", he stood from the couch and whisked his book away into the shadows. "You know I always look forward to your baking."

He followed behind you, smiling a little wider at the pep in your step.

The Radio Demon knew that he had feelings for you. It took him a while to come to terms with it but let it happen anyway.

You were also the only person that he touched (respectfully) often. Holding your hand, linking your arms together, squishing your cheeks, holding you close for a dance. All excuses just to feel your warmth and softness.

Sure, he's let his friend Rosie touch him but she knew that he didn't like physical contact too often unless it was needed for dancing.

"I made your cake less sweet too!", you turned to look back at him with a smile.

"I appreciate it."

Once both of you entered the kitchen, you showed him the cakes and got out two different chocolate mixes.

"The lighter one is the sweetest, and the darker one is quite bitter.", you placed the bowls on the counter. "I actually want to try it with strawberries too.."

"Sounds appetizing!", he stepped closer and placed his hand on your lower back, leaning forward. "I wouldn't mind having a bite."

You blushed and avoided his gaze.

How adorable.

"I'll get a spoon for you to try the chocolate.", you said before walking out of his hold and over to the drawers near the door.

One thing he noticed was that when it came to his touch, you'd shy away. When he gave you compliments regarding your appearance, you would brush him off or put yourself down.

It upset him greatly.

Somewhat impatient, he swiped up some of the dark chocolate with his finger and tasted it.

"Alastor!"

Like a child, he quickly held his hands behind his back as if to hide something.

"Yes?"

You sighed and got a napkin before walking up to the red man.

"No use in hiding what you did.", you held out your hand.

"But I'm not hiding anything.", he shows you his hands by placing them on yours. "See?"

You hum and pull him down by his hands. "You've got chocolate on the side of your lip deer.", you point out and laugh.

He let's you clean him up with the napkin.

When you pull back, he stops you by taking a hold of your hand with the napkin. Calling your name, the Radio Demon looks you in the eye.

"I have a question for you"

"What is it?", you ask.

"Why is it that whenever I give you a compliment, you disregard it?"

In a second you stiffened and stared at him wide eyed.

"W-what? I don't do that..", you tried to pull away.

Alastor places a kiss on your fingers, still not letting go of your hand.

"Don't lie to me my dear, I always remember everything about you."

You look away with a sigh.

The frown on your face makes his unbeating heart ache.

"I don't like to talk about it.", you say and pull away.

Instead of leaving, you move the bowls and hop onto the counter to sit. Then you take a moment before speaking.

"I wasn't always treated right because of how big I looked.", you said with a sad smile. "I wasn't beauty standard perfect, or had a body that someone could ogle."

The red demon listened.

"When I did get into a relationship, it wasn't good. I was belittled, abused, and cheated on. But I still loved with my whole being..", you moved your hands onto your lap. "I was stabbed to death by them."

Alastor had to hold back his anger.

He wanted to find the person who dared treat you like nothing. To torture and rip them apart. To eat them alive.

"Silly, isn't it?", you smiled sadly, staring down at your hands. "Its what got me killed in the first place but yet I'm still chasing after it."

The Radio Demon slowly took your hands and gently rubbed them.

"You just put your heart in the wrong hands.", he said and lifted your hands to kiss your knuckles. "If I was the one who you loved, you wouldn't have to worry about any affairs."

He kissed the inside of your wrist.

"I'd compliment you everyday."

You were blushing madly at this point, too shocked and flustered to stop him.

He kissed your shoulder.

"I would never hurt you.", he says and kisses your cheek before whispering. "Unless you asked me to."

"Alastor-", you got one of your hands out of his hold to cover your mouth and some of your red face.

He leans back a bit to get a good look at you.

"I don't know how they couldn't see you for who you are. You're absolutely divine and worth so much more than anything anyone else could offer me."

You were tearing up at this point, still covering your mouth.

Carefully, the deer demon moved your hand away and caressed the side of your face. Wiping away a stray tear from your cheek.

"I love you."

You start tearing up more and he sees them start running down, some wetting his hand.

"I love all of you.", he smiles genuinely. "And if anyone dared try to insult or belittle you again, I'll make sure to torture them a million times over until you ask me to stop."

You've begun to quietly sob, wiping your tears as best as you could with your free hand.

"May I kiss you?"

You laugh at that.

"I'm a mess!", you say with a breathy laugh before sniffling.

"No, you're adorable.", he kisses the top of your head.

He let's you take a minute to calm down and helps you wipe your tears and snot away.

"Can you ask again?", you give him a shy smile.

"May I kiss you?", his smile widens.

"Yes please."

Both of you share a soft but long kiss.

I found the merch!

~Seline, the person.

Taglist@

None for right now until I can fix how to add more tags.

ML for Alastor🎙

Extra:

You confess to Alastor that you've had a crush on him for quite a while.

"How long?", he asks, deer ears perked up.

"Uh..haha.", you look away with a blush. "After a week of joining the hotel.."

Doing the math, he realized that you've fancied him four months before he started growing feelings for you.

"Is that why you would ask what my favorite meals are? And how much sweetness I could tolerate?"

You nod.

"I can't believe how oblivious I've been. You've been gifting and making things for me.", his deer ears droop down and his brows furrow. "I must make up for all the time you spent on me."

"It's alright love.", you smiled.

"No, you can't change my mind.", he says and steals a kiss. "I'm going to spoil you."

🫀

#alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor the radio demon #x reader #gn reader #the radio demon #alastor x reader #fanfic #happy valentine's day #💕 #🥰 #chubby reader #x chubby reader #soft love #because fuck yeah! #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin fanfic

[thefreakandthehair]

(don't bother) calling me when you're sober | rating: m | wc: 1.5k

content warnings: future fic, parental alcoholism ("falling off the wagon"), past parental neglect, minor character death (i've committed wayne crimes i'm so sorry but it's not shown, just mentioned), emotional hurt/comfort, ends on a happy, hopeful note despite the tags

“My dad called.” 

Eddie walks into the room, pinched eyebrows and flared nostrils lit up by the multicolored Christmas lights they string on the tree every year, one hand balled into a fist. The reaction  wouldn’t surprise Steve so much if this happened years ago, when Al Munson was still living in the bottom of a bottle of Jack, but now? 

It’s been eighteen years since he’d gotten sober, nineteen years since his last stint at Hawkins County, and fifteen years since making a genuine attempt to right the wrongs of Eddie’s childhood and build a relationship with his son. 

Fifteen years after Eddie let him in, let him try, let him earn Eddie’s trust. 

Fifteen years is a long time and to see Eddie so vitriolic in the doorway of their apartment’s living room— hands shaking, body shaking— Steve knows something must’ve gone wrong. 

“What happened?” Steve asks, standing from the couch and meeting Eddie where he stands, holding the hand not curled tightly around itself. 

“He’s drunk. He called, and he was drunk.” 

Steve’s chest pulls tight, his heart racing. What does someone say to that? What can someone say to assuage that kind of deep anger, pain, and betrayal? His thoughts are scattered as they try to make sense of what Eddie just said, and he’s even more grateful now that Ronnie wanted a sleepover with Aunt Robin tonight. 

“Eddie, fuck. I’m so— ” Before he can finish his thought, Eddie leans back against the doorframe, ripping his hand out of Steve’s and tangling his fingers in his hair, tugging. 

“How could he? How fucking could he?!” Eddie bellows, eyes squeezed shut. “He knew! He knew that if he ever did this again, I’d be done. For good. For forever. And he did it anyways! After eighteen fucking years!” 

His eyes fly open and Steve stands still and nods him on. There are just no words to fix this, and trying for the sake of filling the silence has never served him well.

“He did it anyway! Two days before fucking Christmas, a week before the anniversary of—” He chokes and cuts himself off. 

He knows what Eddie was going to say. A week before the anniversary of Wayne’s death. It’s been on his mind, too, of course. On his mind and in their conversations over breakfast with eccentric mugs of coffee, over the tangled lights that Wayne could always figure out. The year hasn’t been the kindest to them, particularly Eddie, and Steve wants to protect Eddie as much as he can from whatever he can. 

But he can’t shield him from this. Al Munson skips to the top of his shitlist.

“That son of a bitch!” Eddie rams his fist sideways against the door jam, leaving a sharp, red mark along his pinky. “He promised, and I believed him. Why the fuck did I believe him, Steve?”

Steve takes a step closer and grabs both of Eddie’s hands, carefully soothing the angry mark. “It’s been almost twenty years, babe. Trusting him with so much time invested makes sense. Hell, I did, too.” 

“I’m— I’m in my 30s, hurt and angry about the same shit I was hurt and angry about as a fucking kid. All the nights I slept in the backseat of the car because he blew his money at the bar, all the car accidents and court appearances and jail time, all the mornings I missed school because he didn’t know what fucking day it was,” Eddie rants, stopping to take a breath before picking back up, Steve’s own heart cracking and raging the more he speaks. 

“And every time he’d get sober, he’d always promise. He’d promise it would be the last time, and it never was. Not once could he choose his fucking son and I didn’t understand it then, but now that we have Ronnie, I understand it even less. If I was sick enough to walk away from her, I’d walk my happy ass to the nearest fucking rehab. I get that it’s a disease, I get it, I get it, I get it. But I can’t— I can’t do it again. Not this time. Eighteen years just down the fucking drain because of his company’s holiday party? How can I ever believe him again? Or trust him again?” 

Eddie’s voice grows raspier, breath shallow and quick, eyes watery. “Every time this happened when I was a kid, I always had Wayne. He’s the only person who really got it, y’know? The only one who lived it with me and now, I don’t even have him. My dad’s drunk, slurring his way through who fucking knows what on the phone, and no one else can fully understand the magnitude of what that feels like for me.” 

He squeezes his eyes shut again and drops forward toward Steve, forehead on his shoulder and arms loosely hung around Steve’s waist. Steve still doesn’t have words that bandage this up, but he knows how to show his husband love in other ways. Ways that, over the years, have become a language all their own. Steve pulls him in tight, one hand near his waist, the other cradling the back of his head. Fingers slide carefully beneath the hem of Eddie’s tee-shirt and rub little, repetitive circles into the small of Eddie’s back while he cards his other hand through Eddie’s hair, scratching his scalp and holding him to his chest to feel the rhythm of Steve’s own heartbeat until his breath returns to a steady pace. 

It’s only then that Steve speaks. 

“I don’t know what to say, Ed. It’s fucked up, and if you want to me like, hit him with my car, you know I’m game.” Steve feels Eddie laugh— just a few puffs of air through his nose but it’s a laugh all the same. “But I’m here, and we’re gonna figure it out, okay? Whatever you decide to do, we’ll do it together.”

Eddie nods and lets himself be led to the couch, Steve tucking Eddie into his side and pulling the afghan up over them. 

“I never want to be what Al was to me to our daughter,” Eddie whispers, not looking away from the tree. 

“Well, you’re ahead of the game, because she’s already older than you were when he started hitting the bottle hard. And I know there’s the genetic piece to it that everyone talks about, but nurture counts for a lot of who we become, too. Shit, I owe Joyce Byers a huge thank you for being more of a parent to me than my own were because she’s probably the reason I didn’t turn out like Dick Harrington. Ronnie’s never going to have an Al Munson in her life, because you weren’t raised by Al Munson. That’s not whose legacy you’re passing down. You’re passing down love, not pain.” Steve presses a soft kiss to Eddie’s temple and feels his whole body sag into him. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Eddie’s voice is quiet now, a far cry from his earlier venomous edge. 

Silence nestles onto the couch with them, a comfortable addition, as they watch the basketball game Steve had on before Eddie told him about the phone call. Watch is a loose description, actually. They're more just looking at a moving, flashing screen. 

“My hand really hurts, by the way,” Eddie announces, holding up the hand he’d used to punch the doorjam. “That was fucking dumb.”

“Maybe a little bit, but I get it,” Steve untucks a hand from beneath the blanket and outstretches his palm. “Lemme see?”

Eddie plops his hand into Steve’s and Steve takes a look, mentally working down the check list he’s memorized from his decade plus of EMT work. No obvious breaks, nothing looks crooked, Eddie’s able to move each finger and flex his hand without severe pain. 

“If anything, it’s just gonna be bruised tomorrow. But I’ll fix it,” Steve grins and lifts Eddie’s fist to his lips, carefully kissing each knuckle and paying a little extra attention to the pinky that delivered most of the blow. 

“I’m so in love with you, Steve.” Eddie rests his temple on Steve’s shoulder. “You know that, right?” 

“I know,” Steve agrees, chest fluttering despite the circumstances. “And I’m in love with you, too. You know that, right?”

Eddie snuggles in and wraps Steve up, full koala, as though he’s trying to get as close as possible without actually cracking Steve open and climbing inside of him. 

“Definitely.”

The next morning, Aunt Robin brings Ronnie home and together, they decorate the gingerbread cookies that only vaguely look like people but are good enough to pass for a seven year old. Halfway through, Eddie’s cell phone rings and the caller I.D. reads Al. Steve watches, worried that Eddie’s going to answer in the middle of their decorating. That he’ll forget Ronnie’s having the time of her life, and that in his righteous indignation, Eddie will leave the table to go fight and argue.

There’s so much to be said, and Steve wouldn’t blame him, but he breathes a sigh of relief when Eddie simply declines the call and sets about pouring more edible glitter onto his design with a smile down at their daughter. 

#steddie #steddie fic #steddie fanfic #steddie fanfiction #steve harrington x eddie munson #eddie munson x steve harrington #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #myblurbs #(whispers): yeah so my mom fell off the wagon after 18 years at her fucking work party and this is basically just what my day was #our relationship has always been strained but since she got sober there was at least some contact? #anyways #replace wayne with my grandparents and this is just all projection baybee 😙✌️ #super not cool with it BUT that's why there are some content warnings here you don't see from me very often 💕

[vulpinesaint]

ummmm he’s the man of all time actually. did you guys know that he’s courteous and a gentleman and willing to admit his mistakes and he has a powerful magic energy around him that's stronger than any of the other witchers And that he's also the sexiest man alive

#eskelposting #i think about this passage all the fucking time #one of the most men ever. for real #💕💕💕💕💕 #witcher reread #blood of elves #witcher eskel

[sexysweetyhorneyhoneycouples]

#paid couple #paid cam #indian cpl #hot couple #cam sex #sex swap #sexy bitch #sexy beauty #bbc addict #hot as fuck #desibhabhi #mature wives #sharing wife #live show #live sex show #cuckslut #cuckhubby #cuckwife #dildoplay #roleplay #so hot and sexy #dick suckers #slutty wife #wife fantasy #wife exhibition #my wife #my hubby 💕 #lick my pussy #live session #lust

[stephendorff]

Bill Skarsgård as Eric Draven II The Crow (2024)

#bill skarsgard #the crow #my gifs #after dissecting this scene after scene i've decided this movie is v sexy #haters shut the fuck up i dont want to see your shit in the tags💕 #enjoy or fuck off

[sweet-ladys-things]

I absolutely despise antis for what they're doing to fandom spaces. I'm not interested in the digital circus at all but the way the fandom is freaking out over 3-4 year age gaps is so stupid and genuinely concerning.

It's so clear that the only reason they're bringing the ages up is because they just don't like a ship. It's 3 years?? It's not even problematic at all, with the way they're acting you would assume they were talking about comships but its seriously the most vanilla ships known to mankind.

It reminds me of that one post where someone said "proshippers dni it's canonically a two year age gap"

It's sad and pathetic and I'm so worried for the future of fandoms.

#proship #proship safe #proshippers #proship positivity #proshipping #anti anti #ship and let ship #proshippers please interact #pro selfship #pro shipping #antis are dumb #fuck antis #🐇💕 #seriously

[xamaxenta]

um watch out crazy ass bitch on the loose ‼️

#sabo #sabo one piece #my art #xam doodies #one piece fanart #asl brothers #he killed everyone at the holding center and then took a selfie and fucked off 💕 #lock ur doors n windows especially if ur Ace!!! #he was like Draws heart in blood outside Ace’s window hey baby !!!

[curi0us-cherry]

I can always tell when I’m ovulating because it’s the only time of the month when I’m genuinely not a lesbian lmao

#orientation play #dykebreaking #lgetsd #fucked str8 #dyke breaking #the only thing on my mind is cock❤️🫶cock🥰🩷😍pregnant💕🩷cum❤️🥰knocked up❤️cock🩷😍cum❤️pregnant🥰 #🍒

[nobodymitskigabriel]

Valid for people to want Jack to be Sam's biological child ig. But I almost think it's more insane that he adopted Lucifer's child. He had no reason to rear Jack, but he just. Decided to. That's so much more telling to me.

#the fact that sam and jack are two unrelated guys with way too much in common makes them more interesting to me #a well characterized lucifer would also think it was telling #tunnel scene and he says i wanted to thank you for raising my son 💕 #i know we've been kind of on the rocks but i think i understand and wouldnt have it any other way #sam is like i dont know what the FUCK youre talking about hes just a kid and hes nothing like you #and lucifer says sure sammy :) lets go find our son #supernatural #sam winchester #jack kline #lucifer spn