#i can’t get them out of my head

[astrobei]

byler x jurassic park. thank you for your time.

#listen jurassic park is one of my Medias Of All Time #like. fundamental to understanding suni astrobi fr fr fr #i watched it for the millionth time on the plane a couple days ago and was thinking Such Thoughts #re: ellie will #bc they r both empathetic and sweet and nerdy but brave and will not take shit #and also paleobotanist will is so. SOOOOO. #and also re: alan mike #bc they r both a little grumpy and aloof and closed off at first interaction #but warm up to their loved ones and are protective and strategic and kind and also a huge fucking nerd #i can’t get them out of my head #they r in there like a worm in my brain . #also re: the scene where ellie helps the triceratops #imagining will pausing to help it when it’s sick #internally gagging while shoving his arms into the poop pile bc it’s disgusting but Powering Through #hm. #this one’s for thea btw my jurassic park loving partner in crime #she gets me. she rly gets me. #mike wheeler #will byers #byler #/astro draws

[c0mbatchameleon]

@jegulus-microfic March 12, prompt: retire, words: 953

Aka optometrist reg au (part 1? maybe) loosely based off of this post

James is having trouble breathing.

The problem is, he can’t quite remember how to do it right now. His brain, rather impressively, emptied of all of its contents the moment the optometrist opened the door.

Right off the bat, the man had been straight to business; swift stride into the room, eyes glued to the clipboard in hand, a curt “hello” and introduction before he sat down and uncapped a pen with his goddamn teeth. James could only stare dumbly, mouth agape as he stumbled over half-sentient responses to the all routine eye exam questions (“See okay with your current prescription?” A black curl falling over the doctor’s otherwise perfectly framed face, cheekbones carved by the sea, like stones.

“Uh huh.”

“Taking any current medications?” Beautiful silver-blade eyes meeting his expectantly.

“Uh-“ James coughing and clearing his throat, “no. No medications.”)

Now, he's at least regained his ability to form sentences. But as James watches the doctor fiddling with machinery, silver rings glinting in harsh, sterile lighting, he is finding immense difficulty in breathing like a normal human being.

“So,” James begins, leaning to rest his elbow on the table and swelling his chest ever-so-slightly. He does his best to smooth out his voice as he speaks, going for casual with just a sprinkling of something sultry. “Dr. Black, did you say it was?” He may not be able to fully function but God help him if he can’t still flirt.

The doctor's eyes flick up for only a split second, but James counts it as a win. “That’s correct.” He maneuvers what looks like an avant-garde torture contraption towards where James is sitting. “Rest your chin on the platform.”

James does as he’s told, holding back from an absurd urge to respond with a Yes, sir. He's definitely not conjuring a medley of alternate scenarios in his head in which Dr. Black orders him around. “And what might your first name be?”

“It might be of no relevance to the matter at hand, Mr. Potter.”

“Call me James, please.”

Regulus sits on the other side of the torture-machine and begins turning dials. “You should see a red X on the right side, James,” he replies flatly. Still, the sound of his name on the man’s tongue is fucking intoxicating. It's echoing around his skull--James James James JamesJamesJames--he wants to hear it a million more times, every minute of every day until his last.

James usually hates these appointments. Hates the big machines he has to stick his face in, blowing air and shining bright lights in his eyes. Hates that stupid picture of the house that they make him look at a million times over while some old man who looks just about ready to retire asks “One or two?”

But Dr. Black is not some old man.

He’s new—James has been coming here for years and has certainly never been graced with the sight of this angel-fallen-to-earth before. He's young, too; despite the way he carries the poise of a man with years of experience under his belt, cool and confident and collected, there’s no way Dr. Black is old enough to be more than a couple years out of school. All sharp edges and smooth skin.

And god, his skin. It looks impossibly soft, stretched over slender hands and freckled cheeks, strong nose and cut jaw. As James runs his eyes hungrily over the landscapes of peach-pale skin--hills and valleys spanning the doctor's face and neck and fingers and knuckles--he considers how easy it would be to reach out and touch it, find out for himself if it's really as smooth as it looks.

“James,” Dr. Black's voice cuts sharp through his fantasy, one brow raised where he's clearly caught James drooling over him. “Please look into the eyepiece.”

It’s not like James can help it. He’s a bit entranced by the way the doctor maintains such a stoic expression, posture rigid and cold eyes unwavering, especially now. It’s all the beauty of a pointed blade, glittering in the sunlight, begging to draw blood.

But James doesn’t miss the light blush now in full bloom across the man’s cheeks. Silver-clad fingers have begun tapping a sporadic pattern on the table as storm cloud eyes sweep down and back up James' face, quick as a flash of lightning, and isn’t that just curious? Suddenly, James wants to know what it would take to get that stone-cold cast to crack.

He shoots back a sly grin. “Sure thing, nameless doctor.” He looks into the contraption. “Oh would you look at that. A red X.”

The doctor lets out a muted sigh. He fidgets some more with the dials and buttons on the other side of the machine as James watches the X shift in and out of focus. He breaks the silence only when it's stretched for just a moment too long. “My name is Regulus. There’s gonna be a bright flash now.”

Immediately, a blinding white light flashes directly into his eye, burning a goddamn hole into his field of vision. He swears he can see the inside of his pupil for a moment.

But James doesn't care. Once the shock subsides, he finds himself grinning ear-to-ear.

Now we're getting somewhere.

He looks back up from the eyepiece to where the doctor, Regulus, is still intently focused on the computer and equipment. Evading James' gaze. Cheeks still pink.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Regulus.”

#I can’t get them out of my head #so here’s a small little thing #didn’t even rlly finish the scene so might continue it some time #laughing at james trying to puff out his chest and strike a pose at this eye exam #james potter #regulus black #jegulus #starchaser #jegulus microfic #james potter x regulus black #jegulus fanfiction #jegulus fic #sunseeker #marauders #james x regulus #writing stuff and things #microfic tag

[shuueep]

I made u this fanart @xanderindisguis

#I can’t believe myself #you made me giggle at this #I can’t get them out of my head #prismo #scarab

[lyraofthestarsss]

If unspeakable eldritch horror then why baby? 🥺

#i love him so much #i read all of the volumes in one sitting #someone please talk about them with me #i can’t get them out of my head #my post #the summer hikaru died #hikaru ga shinda natsu

[myykster]

more of them

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen fanart #jjk fanart #kusakabe atsuya #higuruma hiromi #jjk higuruma #jjk kusakabe #higukusa #kusahigu #myyk arts #i can’t get them out of my head

[allthebestnamesweretaken]

It took me longer than I’d like to admit to find this, but it’s talking about why Katara being with Zuko to fight Azula was meaningful. At the end it says “but Shu needed to survive in this life” and I have thought about this parallel every day since

#zutara #atla #zuko x katara #avatar the last airbender #anti anti zutara #zutara defender for life #if you are pro zutara can we be friends #zutarara today Zutara tomorrow Zutara forever #i can’t get them out of my head

[woundlingus]

No cause listen, archangel band AU they’re like the Jackson five, okay? They started as a family thing, more wholesome rock. Maybe Cas and Anna are in it too, Chuck and Amara, it’s a family things. Slowly things pitter out until it’s just the four of them; Gabriel, Raphael, Michael, and Lucifer.

Over the years and with the independence from Chuck and under a new label their sound changes a little more to keep up with the trends, and they’re more punkish rock these days compared to the more classic sound they had as a family unit. So they land themselves a spot on the Warped Tour, right? Cause it’s early 00s in this.

And Michael and Lucifer have some rising tension, things are getting rough because Lucifer is their lyricist and he’s taking their sound to a place Michael doesn’t really like, he’s not big on this name that they’ve built for themselves and he’d rather take the more traditional route. But for the time being things are stable! There’s some pretty rough fights backstage, maybe throwing things, yelling, but the band never breaks up.

Now Gabriel, Gabriel is having a petekey moment (pete wentz from FOB and Mikey way from MCR turbulent backstage romance that ends in utter disaster, google it). He’s sneaking out from the band tour bus at night to go shack up with someone from someone else’s band, it’s all very hush hush and you know what the paparazzi is like so of course there’s whispers and gossip about it, but it’s not like anyone can prove anything, right? But it’s enough to set off what’s already getting a little volatile with his brothers, because he’s making a bad image for them and the more “pure wholesome” look Michael is still hanging on to from their past. They’ve got several shows still to go when they wake up and he’s just gone.

It’s the tipping point. You drove away Gabriel. No you drove away Gabriel. No it was you!

Michael and Lucifer sling this back and forth at each other for weeks, the two of them are having a Fleetwood Mac moment on stage where they’re standing on opposite sides of the stage singing pointedly at each other songs that they’ve clearly written about the other and their frustrations.

But they always survive, because there’s a balance to their family unit. Except, Gabriel is gone. And it comes as no real big surprise when Raphael takes Michael’s side in things, but everything feels so different now because there isn’t an even split here anymore. It’s them vs him. And Raphael is a steady force, a mediator, so when Lucifer is staring down the barrel of both his brothers deciding that he’s the one who broke the band and drove their little brother away he has a full blown rockstar meltdown.

Booze. Drugs. Women.

It’s constant. He’s never not high, he’s swaying on his feet on stage and slurring into the mic.

Raphael takes his concerns to the label management, because this is getting out of control and no one can convince Lucifer that he’s taking things too far and if he doesn’t stop he’s going to get himself or someone else killed. Someone needs to be the one to step in here.

Michael and Raphael are pulled into the office days later after many long meetings in upper management, and they think it would be best if perhaps they broke contract with Lucifer.

They’d pay him out, of course. They phrase it to appeal to the sensitivities of Michael and Raphael. Lucifer needs help, and he’s not going to help himself. Tour life is hard, and obviously he needs some stability to focus on himself. Sometimes love is not enough, perhaps it’s time he be evaluated for a 72 hour hold, and then maybe send him away to rehab? And then, you know, since it’s just the two of you the sound and direction of the band is all up to you. We can help with the writing and production to make up for the deep loss of Lucifer, and help you return to that sound you love, Michael. Doesn’t that sound good? Don’t you want to help your brother?

So they agree, and they take this to Lucifer to try and gently break the news but it’s devastating. All Lucifer can hear is that he’s ugly. He’s a blight on the labels name and they’re trying to silently make him go away, and by force if necessary. They’d deem him psychologically unfit just to save themselves the embarrassment of being associated with him and his lifestyle.

This is all Lucifer’s typical theatrics to Michael, but it’s also true. They’re pushing him out. Pushing him out of a band that thrives on his creative input. Michael would rather send him away so he can take full control than just admit that maybe he’s not solely to blame for what’s happened to their band.

They love him, of course, but love is not enough. It’s an illusion that Michael and Raphael even have a choice here, the label will not sign Lucifer, so they’re either over or he’s out. They’re just being polite and bureaucratic about it to ruffle the least amount of feathers as possible.

There’s no announcements, no nothing. The next album just drops and it’s only Michael and Raphael. Most of their fans like it, it’s okay, they mostly just ride for the band you know and the sound has changed and it’s lost some of its feeling but this is good. It’s good.

But Raphael isn’t built for this kind of life, they liked it because it was something they did as a family and now the family is gone. They don’t know if Lucifer took his pay out and went to rehab or if he took all that cash and bought enough blow to kill a large elephant. They never heard from Gabriel again. Raphael imagines they both took off somewhere and they’re happy. Maybe they have families. Because the alternative is, maybe they’re just dead in a ditch somewhere. Maybe Gabriel was abducted, it’s not like they ever filed a police report, it would have been bad publicity. Maybe Lucifer is face down in a motel somewhere alone, aspirating on his vomit. But he can’t think about that, it’s killing him. He struggles for a while watching Michael try so hard to build a name for them as a duo, because if they don’t succeed at this then they’ve done all of that for nothing. Nothing at all.

But it’s killing them, and one night they break down about it and refuse to go in to the recording studio. He says he’s very sorry, but he just can’t go on like this, he’s exhausted.

Raphael packs, and goes home for a while.

Michael is alone.

And he tries to hang on to this label for as long as he can because it can’t be for nothing, or maybe he really just can’t admit to himself that maybe it really is all for glory. He wants his name in lights. He wants to be the superstar with no other lights dimming hid own shine. But they’re not a band without the others. And the sound just progressively gets worse.

Until he stops. And it’s over.

#I can’t get them out of my head #it has to end sad the archangels are a walking tragedy sorry #gabriel spn #supernatural #spn #Lucifer spn #Michael spn #Raphael spn

[bellaroles]

“Pairs of objected are destined for an eventual reunion.”

Quote from Passerby’s Roaming Dragon Bracer description. Honkai: Star Rail.

#renheng #i can’t get them out of my head #dan feng #yingxing #dan heng #blade #damn the bracer description is heartbreaking #can we have a happy reunion sometime soon #honkai star rail #fan art #hsr fanart

[dehydratedcherry]

Another Promare redraw because I can’t get them out of my head🫠

#the brainrot is so bad #I can’t get them out of my head #someone recommended fics #commissions open #promare fanart #promare #promare movie #galolio #galo thymos #lio fotia #art #dehydrated cherry #digital drawing #fanart #anime #screenshot redraw #redraw

[error404pagenotfoundfanventure]

It’s 4/10, three days til John’s birthday! Because of this, I intend to finally introduce the error gang: introducing the humans of ERROR 404: Page not found

#homestuck #homestuck fanventure #new fanventure #work in progress #like two years in the works #finalized starting designs finally #these guys live rent free in my head #i can’t get them out of my head #free them

[ashyblondwaves]

Listen, as everyone is saying, it’s not a perfect adaption but god damn the chemistry between Nicholas Galitzine and Taylor Zakhar Perez is undeniable and they really brought Alex and Henry to life and I just want more of their love story. More! More! More!

#red white & royal blue #rwrb film #nicholas galitzine #taylor zakhar perez #I’ve been thinking about it all day #I can’t get them out of my head #just like when I first read the book #ahhhhhhhhh

[sunflower-butch]

“Trigger Of Love” by JAWNY is THE monster hunter!Nancy/werewolf!Robin song. I will not be taking questions at this time

#probably gonna use a line from this song for the title #I might start it soon #I can’t get them out of my head #sapphic senate monster hunter au #werewolf robin buckley #lo rambles #monster hunter nancy wheeler

[puppyeared]

Design notes (+ a little Portal clownery)

#this is only when I really take the time to draw them properly and not fucking rushing the fuck out of my hand on stream to get my silly #stupid joke out of my head. because when that happens the only thing that can tell them apart is wukongs phoenix feathers and the thin hope #that I’m conveying their personalities correctly HEHFHSBB #WE GO FULL SONIC/SHADOW IN THIS MF!!! #I also live for macaque being ungroomed and not knowing what to do with his fur for the longest time bc he doesn’t really have anyone to go #to. bc of his falling out with wukong and because he would probably die before asking someone to brush his hair or smth hehffgsbv #probably makes up for it by covering it with glamor anyway. who knows *shrug* #also hiii peddling my wukong and macaque are roughly the same height hc *deafening silence* #this is partly because I can’t clearly imagine one being taller than the other and I just think it’s funny if it’s an ongoing argument betwe #between them for centuries. arguing whos taller even back when they were friends JDHFNSV #my art #myart #doodles #Lego Monkie kid #lmk #Monkie kid #lmk MK #lmk xiaotian #lmk six eared macaque #lmk macaque #lmk sun wukong #lmk swk #lmk fanart #shadowpeach #but in a divorced way

[denkryn]

#something something hands something

#house of the dragon #hotd #hotdedit #rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower #rhaenicent #mine #just a whatever edit #because i can’t get them out of my head

[pedriscroquettes]

Can you do a thot where the reader is gavis gf and her, Gavi and Fermin have a threesome? ❤️❤️

𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐋𝐎𝐒 – GAVI & FERMÍN LÓPEZ

warnings. heavy nsfw 18+ themes, ruining friendships, dom!gavi, & sub!fermín.

a/n. finally did one of these again and was very self indulgent writing it lmao.

• gavi and fermín were as thick as thieves always together never apart. except when it came to you. there was always a sudden silence and tension whenever you talked to the two of them.

• it was obvious they both liked you from the beginning but gavi always acted first. he always got what he wanted and the moment he saw you he needed you. he couldn’t lose you. losing was never an option to him.

• so, it wasn’t a surprise when gavi brought up the idea first. after all it was obvious fermín was dying for an opportunity with you. you noticed it too especially when you locked eyes with him while gavi left love bites on your neck during parties.

• you weren’t too opposed to the idea as fermín was definitely good looking but it took you a while to get on board with the concept because you didn’t want to lead him on.

• “nada más una vez.” gavi assured you it wouldn’t happen again. (just one time.) “no se…” you were still hesitant. (i don’t know…) “sabes que lo quieres.” he whispered into your ear as the two of you watched fermín train. (you know you want it.)

• ultimately it’s fermín’s biceps and the view he gives you while training shirtless that convince you. you know it’s a bad idea but the hot feeling forming in your body is too much. you need to cool off.

• gavi watches intently as you straddle fermín’s lap and he almost laughs at the way his teammate’s eyes go wide. but then you kiss fermín so gently and slowly and his jaw slacks. you’re so damn seductive.

• you haven’t even touched fermín yet and he’s already hard under you. it’s almost hard to ignore as you place kisses on his neck. you turn around and face your boyfriend who’s already looking intently at you. you look down and see your boyfriend is just as hard causing you to chuckle a bit before proceeding to suck on fermín’s skin.

• the dirty blonde gains a sudden edge of control when he grabs your hair into a makeshift ponytail bringing you into a dominant kiss as if to threaten to gavi. but your boyfriend only smirks not intimidated by his friend in any way.

• when your hand finally reaches into fermín’s shorts he can’t help the sinful groan that slips past his lips. your spit and his precum mix as you rub up and down on his shaft.

• gavi can’t take it anymore he needs some sort of pleasure that isn’t coming from his hand. you quickly find yourself on all fours as gavi stands in front of your face admiring you. his thumb brushes alongside your cheek and you can’t help but open your mouth allowing you to suck on his fingers.

• it’s fermín’s turn to watch now as you spit onto your hand and rub gavi’s member. his shorts seem to get tighter the longer he looks at the scene in front of him. your gags turn him on even more than he can believe.

• the three of you are sweating the hotness of the room almost suffocating you as you take gavi into your mouth. you’ve never gotten used to his size and always find yourself clawing at his knees as he repeatedly hits the back of your throat.

• finally as he releases inside you he grabs you by the jaw meeting you in a passionate kiss. he can still taste himself on your tongue. his chain swinging against your chest sending you shivers down your spine at the coldness of the material.

• fermín’s chain soon replaced gavi’s as the barcelona b player climbs on top of you. his brown eyes boring into yours letting you know how much he wants this.

• “a ella no le gustan los amables.” gavi smirks. (she doesn’t like nice guys.)

• fermín listens. he has you tugging on his hair and moaning loudly as he moves his tongue against your folds. he takes his time to rile you up making sure you’re wet enough for him. he also asks you if everything’s okay because despite everything he still cares for you in a romantical way.

• he grabs your face to force you to look at him as he slides inside you. the moment being too intimate for gavi’s pleasure but he doesn’t say anything he wants to see it play out.

• his thrust are erratic but paced. you can tell he wants to enjoy the moment while also giving you the pleasure you deserve. he leans in giving you small quick kisses which get interrupted by your moans and his groans.

• his pelvis and abdomen is full of marks from your nails. the sound of skin slapping against skin and your slick mixing with his precum fills the room and the air. somehow you make a mental note to clean your room tomorrow morning.

• when both you and gavi give him the green light he releases inside you panting as he reaches his high. although, he knows this won’t happen again he admires you and your body taking you in. he falls on your chest as he recovers from his high and your natural instinct is to run your hands through his hair.

• gavi doesn’t say anything but you can tell he’s pissed regretting his decision. he knows his best friend and he knows that this will only make him want you more. he can’t lose you. he won’t let fermín win.

#see because now i can’t get them out of my head fr fr #thots #gavi x reader #gavi smut #gavi imagine #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi smut #pablo gavi imagine #fermin lopez x reader #fermin lopez imagine #fermin lopez smut #football smut #football imagine #gabri writes #gabri answers