#ta daaa!

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“Evan, can I sit?”

He glances up at me and shrugs, patting the ground next to him so I slump down heavily on it and take a healthy gulp from my bottle. 

“You good, man?”

“Yeah, amazing.”

“I, uh, I see you were chatting to Leah, there? You know each other?”

“Nah.”

“Really? Well... she’s a weirdo anyway, you’re better off getting away from her, like, I just sell her weed and stuff, I don’t really like when she hangs around too long.”

“Yeah, fair enough.” 

“Was she being weird with you?” 

“Nope.” 

We’re silent as we watch the flames. I begin to wonder what time it is, and whether I've stayed long enough now for it to be acceptable to go home. As I watch all of the other friends around the fire have fun together I’m struck by how much of an outsider I really am. Sure, Rob and Katie are nice, but will any of that niceness extend into normal life with the eyes of everyone else at school upon us? Surely they will go back to the steps at the back of the school while I go back to the rugby changing rooms, or the library, as it may be and things will resume as they are, as they've always been and always will be. Realistically, would they ever be seen with me? Would I ever be seen with them? There's this weird, empty feeling in me, a feeling that just compounds day after day, month after month, year after year, and it's like I don’t belong anywhere or to anyone. I'm just floating in the in-between, and who even am I? What does it mean to even-

“Hey,” Evan interrupts my spiralling inner dialogue, “I meant to say to you that it’s cool that you came along, you know, even when Jen and Michelle didn’t.”

This takes me by surprise, “You think?”

“Yeah, I mean, I suppose I kind of thought you were just hanging out with us sometimes because of them, and that you didn’t really want to be there, but,” a shrug, “I suppose that isn’t true.”

“No, I like hanging out with you.”

“And it’s not just because you’ve been ostracised by your other friends?”

I hesitate for a beat, “No.”

Evan laughs, “Wow, I’m so convinced!”

“No, come on,” I rock to the side and nudge his shoulder with mine, “Like, yeah, sometimes it’s nice to have Jen here, but I’m fine, I can handle myself around the emos… and as for Michelle, well, she hates me, so it’s actually kinda comfier when she’s not here, and- oh,” I realise immediately what I’ve said, “um, well I don’t really mean that, it-”

“No, it’s okay,” Evan says, “I know that you two aren’t exactly best friends or anything.”

“Ah, so she’s talked to you about me.” 

“Nah, you’ve honestly never come up in conversation.”

“Somehow that’s worse.”

He snickers. 

“How are, um,” I pick at the beer label with my thumb, “How are things going with you guys? Like, the last time we talked you were feeling kinda…”

A sigh, “Oh, yeah, it’s the same. Like, she’s so nice but sometimes I don’t feel like I get enough from her.”

“Uh huh.”

“I kind of get a bit annoyed about it sometimes, like, how are we supposed to be together properly if I hardly see her? Like, man, she’s allowed to come to my house like, once a week. In the afternoon. And that’s the only time we can… uh, hook up or whatever. It’s so annoying.”

“Just from an outsider's perspective, you know, you seem pretty happy.”

“Yeah. She’s definitely into me,” He musses up and fixes his fringe, “I dunno. It’s fine, just sometimes I wonder about shit. You know what I mean, right?”

“I’m probably not the best person to ask, seeing none of my relationships have worked out so far, and I’m also fairly drunk, so…”

“But you know what it’s like to be with someone who wouldn’t give you the things you needed, right?”

“Yeah, ‘course.”

“So you do get it.”

“Mm, I suppose,” as our conversation tapers off I let my mind drift into thoughts about love and loneliness and the hollow disappointment of all of my relationships. These are bitter, useless, self destructive thoughts as usual, made even worse by the fact that I’m not exactly capable of rational thought while inebriated. Is drinking bad for me? Am I a miserable drunk? I have to physically shake myself out of my own head before I start talking myself into a hole again.

I turn to Evan to start saying something else about, I don’t know, whether he’s ever tried pranking someone by turning their school bag inside out and putting the books back into it or something stupid like that, but I see he’s distracted by something else across the bonfire. 

It’s that girl with the pink hair. She’s leaning over a bag to rummage for more beer, and her short skirt rides up when she’s bent over like that so that her underwear is visible through the sheer material of her tights. I frown at the dirty little smirk on his face, the way hungry eyes follow her movements, and the look between them as she glances over her shoulder and sees him watching her. I nudge my knee against his to interrupt whatever is going on.

“Wow, nice legs, huh?” 

He looks at me, surprised, but lets out a rough laugh, “Yeah, for sure.”

“Is she into you or am I just seeing things?”

“Nah, I don’t know about that.”

“Oh, c’mon, no, I’m just messing with you, she just looked like… I dunno.”

“Like what?”

I shift awkwardly, “You know what, don’t mind me, I’ve had too much to drink, I thought I detected flirting, or whatever, I guess I was wrong.”

The girl kneels onto the ground and starts asking around for the bottle opener, and Evan doesn’t take his eyes away from her. “She’s pretty though, isn’t she?”

“Hm?”

“Carlie. That’s her name. She’s pretty, do you think?”

“She’s single?”

“Yep.”

“So are you trying to set me up with her or are you just pointing that out?”

“I’m not trying to set you up.” Evan seems agitated by this idea that I might try to date pretty Carlie, who, by the way, treats me like I am contagious. As though it’s any of his business what she does, as if he should even care. Something sour settles in my gut, but I can’t tell whether it’s that I'm weirded out by this conversation or if the alcohol is nauseating me. 

“Right, well, she’s not my type,” I watch his face carefully, “Is she yours?”

“She’s pretty hot.”

Maybe he's looking for my approval or my agreement, which I don’t give him on purpose. To see where it leads me I respond with a benign, “Oh, you think?”

“Uh huh,” They catch eyes again and she smiles coyly and quickly looks away to resume her conversation. That’s flirtation. She’s flirting with him, and him back, right in front of my face. 

“You know, a lot of people would consider your girlfriend to be pretty hot too.” It’s true, I’ve heard those rugby boys saying it before, the only time they ever had anything remotely complimentary to say about any of the emos was to point out the things they fancied about Michelle and what they might like to do to her if she A. wasn’t emo, or B. nobody knew, so that they wouldn’t have to suffer the social consequences. I feel disgusted again at this memory. I know where I was, sitting on the bench lacing up my boots and saying nothing while they spoke casual filth about a girl I know. 

It’s a similar feeling to the one I have now at this bonfire with Evan, and maybe this is how he is when he’s drunk, maybe he just gets a bit… leery, but when he stares across the fire at someone who isn’t his girlfriend I swear I am looking at Willy FitzHerbert. 

He waves my comment away, “Yeah but at least Carlie is interested in sex.”

“How do you know that?”

He leans closer, “Obviously because I’ve done it with her.”

“Yeah?” I say, “When?”

He smirks and says nothing.

I push him again. “A few years ago?”

He lowers his voice and looks at me with eyes that glitter with salacious excitement. I don’t think I’ve ever once seen another boy look so pleased with himself as he says: “Try a month ago.”

It takes all my self control not to react. I just pause for a second as a shock of revulsion rips through my body, I feel it from my feet to the top of my head, and then, when I decide to speak, my voice is strange to my own ears, “While you were with Michelle.”

A shrug, “It just happened on a night out when she wasn’t there. I dunno.”

“She doesn’t know?”

“Course not. She’d break up with me.”

“And... you don’t want that.”

“No, because we’re in love. This stuff with Carlie, it was just… you get what I mean. It’s not like that with her.”

I sigh, “Uh, yep.”

So it appears it is the same for Evan as it is for all the others. Michelle is the virgin, Carlie is the slut and he wants it all at the same time. A girl worthy of love, and a girl interested in sex, two things that cannot converge. There is no girl that can be both.

“It felt good to let loose with someone who knew what they were doing, and like, not have to think so hard about making the other person all safe and comfortable and, blah,” he rolls his eyes, “Carlie is cool.”

“Right, yeah, she seems it.”

“You get me, right? Guys like us, you know, we need to be able to just relax sometimes, not think so hard…”

“Yeah, for sure… Guys like us, huh?”

“Hell yeah!” He clinks his beer bottle against mine, “I knew you’d get it, honestly, I wasn’t sure if I should say something but I feel good now that you understand what I meant.”

I try to laugh but it sounds weird and strangled, so I bring the bottle to my lips in the hope that drinking will disguise my discomfort, or at the very least numb it a bit. I finish the last two thirds of it and toss it somewhere amongst the miscellaneous rubbish, remnants of a hundred other miserable bonfire nights on Dollymount strand.  

Then, after a minute or two Evan nudges me again. It’s hard to look at him but I force myself to because it is what I would do if this situation was normal, “You’re not going to say anything, right? Like, to Michelle or Jen? Like I know you probably won’t...” A laugh as he adjusts his fringe, “That'd be insane, I know, but I wanted to make sure.”

“Me? Nah,” I say, “Why would you even have to ask? Don’t worry about it,” I scratch the back of my head, “your, uh, your secret is safe with me.”

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#lucky boy 2009 #um! #ta daaa! #i wonder what he is going to do HM #tw: sex mention #tw: alcohol

[herebecritters]

TA DAA!

Happy birthday to @ickyguts !!! One of the most wonderful and horrible artists you’ll ever meet! <3

#happy tree friends #htf #htf oc #tA daaa! #screwy made u a birthday cake all by herself! #btw this is their oc screwy who has my whole heart and soul #thank you guts for being an awesome pal #they’ve made me do HORRIBLE things #and I love them for it #go draw one of their ocs cus omg #they are all a hoot 🦉 #cw blood #cw gore

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CASSIE - an indie doctor who & original character rp blog written and run by MEG. semi-selective & novella-style writing. mun is 25 and obsessed with plotting and ooc chat - messages are always open for friends and strangers alike ! i usually don’t bite

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[tennant-davids]

GOOD OMENS 2019 - present

You idiot. We could have been... us.

#good omens #goodomensedit #uservici #usereena #user-clara #userkristi #userisaiah #ineffable husbands #aziraphale x crowley #david tennant #michael sheen #*laurengifs #userbbelcher #chewieblog #dailyflicks #that kiss gif made me lose the will to live <3 #it's been entirely too long since i did an edit like this and it's so messy but idk. ta-daaa??? #4k

[femmeetart]

A mom helping her kids beat a hard level in Super Mario Land, 1990s.

edit: omg wha tha fak thanks for all the notes <33

#save warrior nun #warrior nun #ava silva #sister beatrice #sister camila #lilith villaumbrosia #shotgun mary #fanart #art #mytrinkets #avatrice #someone on Twitter said they needed to draw that picture but with mother superion and the girls and i asked to draw it so ta-daaa #9hours *wipes sweat* phewwww #some things are improportionate but we're gonna unsee

[harrywavycurly]

🖤Hiii babes! This is the masterlist for all things related to the Texting Boyfriend Eddie series!🖤

- You don’t have to read them in order until part 12, after that they’re in a certain order so the story will make sense.

Status: Completed 🥹🖤

Part 1: Scared

Part 2: Your Ex is Steve Harrington

Part 3: You Missed Him

Part 4: You need a favor

Part 5: “What if I died”

Part 6: The Worm Question

Part 7: He needs a ride

Part 8: Breakup Prank

Part 9: He messed up

Part 10: He just loves you

Part 11: You had a rough day

Part 12: He didn’t mean to text you

Texting Ex Boyfriend Steve Part 1

Part 13: He’s mad

Part 14: The Starbucks Order

Part 15: You don’t know what to eat

Texting Ex Boyfriend Steve Part 2

Part 16: The mission

Part 17: Soup

Part 18: Post Breakup Part 1

Texting Ex Boyfriend Steve Part 3

Part 19: Post Breakup Part 2

Part 20: Are you with Harrington?

Eddie Texts Steve

Part 21: Car Trouble

Part 22: Lover’s Lake

Steve Texts Eddie

Part 23: I’m an Idiot

Part 24: We can Fix This

Part 25: Least you could do

Part 26: Cake Pop

Part 27: The Couch

Part 28: Spicy Books

Part 29: Nightmare

Part 30: Ten Minutes

Texting Ex Boyfriend Steve Part 4

Part 31: Bed Rest

Part 32: Let’s Get Sleepy

Part 33: You’re Hot

Part 34: Freddy

Part 35: Not Very Metal

Part 36: Issues

Part 37: Evil Queen

Part 38: We have a Problem

Part 39: Proud (part one) (part two)

Part 40: Perfect

Part 41: Popcorn

Part 42: Girl’s Night

Part 43: Lost

Part 44: Robin

Eddie Texts Steve Part 5

Part 45: Itchy

Part 46: Wayne Agrees

Part 47: Boxes

Eddie Texts Steve Part 6

Part 48: Didn’t Mean It

Part 49: Not Ready

Part 50: Dracula

Part 51: Rick’s

Part 52: Decorations

Eddie Texts Billy

Part 53: Kids

Part 54: I’ll handle it

Part 55: Clingy

Part 56: Stuck

Part 57: String Bean (part 1) (part 2)

Part 58: Held

Part 59: Drake

Part 60: Butter Noodles

Part 61: Rocks

Part 62: The Hideout

Part 63: Target

Part 64: Surprise

You text Nancy and Robin

Part 65: Fiancé

Texting Ex BF Steve: You’d do the Same

Part 66: Exes

Part 67: Dream

Part 68: Ink

Part 69: Max

Part 70: Emotions

Part 71: Jason

Part 72: The Cabin

Part 73: Power

Part 74: Mistake

Part 75: Reputation

Part 76: Overwhelmed

Part 77: Timer

Part 78: We Shouldn’t

Part 79: Don’t Cry

Part 80: Tina

Part 81: Namesake

Part 82: Candy

Part 83: Trouble

Part 84: Decisions

Part 85: Meeting

Part 86: Bandaids

Part 87: Rumor

Part 88: Wayne

Part 89: It’s a Meal

Part 90: The Wedding

#ta daaa #I’m a wh*re for a master list lol #eddie munson boyfriend #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fake texts #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fic #Eddie Munson #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things 4 #steve harrington angst #steve harrington x reader #Steve Harrington #steve harrington fluff #bff Steve Harrington #joseph quinn #joe keery

[moonlightsmasquerade]

BE NOT AFRAID

Behold, MiM Au Gabriel's true face

#tmc mim au #tmc #tmc gabriel #face horror #body horror #tmc au #my art #ta daaa!!! here he is! the horror entity themself!!! #really proud of this

[nthflower]

Photo studyyy

#i am really proud of this one #i wanted to try first drawing lines then painting and it was successful for me #n.a #art #ta daaa

[argoii-official]

let’s be real, annabeth was doomed from the start

(send me asks! think of these real art posts as ads)

#i’ve been getting used to walker!percy #he’s growing on me #so in his honour #ta daaa #pjo #argoii-official #percy jackson #perseus jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo art #pjo series #pjo tv show #walker scobell #pjo show #pjo tv series #pjo tv adaptation #pjo books #not an ask #mod erratum appears! #erratum loser posting #pjato

[maxbegone]

etched in gold

Husband makes his heart race. His breath catches in his throat, his smile grows on its own accord, and the world comes to a pinpoint of focus, slows, because he has a husband.

TK’s head falls back, revealing the beautiful line of his neck as he laughs at whatever someone said in the circle of their friends he’s standing in. He’s golden in this warm light, catching on the ring that he slid onto his finger mere hours ago, a symbol of forever, through anything — not that they need one. It’s been proven, and their love is more than enough.

Most of their guests have gone home, leaving just their family, immediate and found, to enjoy the extra time they opted for at the venue, their conversations merely accompanying the soft music playing from a speaker somewhere, a glorious hum of people who came together for them.

Carlos finds himself unable to look away, like so many times before. It always catches him off guard, those moments of this is mine, this is my life and I get to have it, that make him practically pinch himself so he knows he’s not dreaming.

“Carlitos,” he hears. It’s a feat to pull his gaze away from TK, only to find Luisa leaning gently toward him. She has his niece in her lap, fast asleep against her chest as she strokes her hair. “You should be with your husband.”

“In a minute,” he replies. He’s enjoying this moment from afar.

His sister clearly isn’t having it, nudging his ankle with her foot under the table, laughing when he gives her an amused look. “Go,” she says again. “It’s your wedding day, you don’t have to entertain us so much.”

And she’s correct. “Alright, alright.” Carlos gets to his feet, but not before leaning over to kiss his niece’s curls.

He sighs contentedly as he crosses over, catching TK by the waist and pulling him in to kiss his cheek from behind. TK startles a laugh, only to fall comfortably back into Carlos’ arms as he leans up to kiss him back, lips just hitting his jawline.

“I’m not interrupting, am I?” He asks the circle, though it’s mostly directed at TK, whose arm is linked with his own as he runs his thumb in little swipes over his sleeve.

“Not at all, baby,” TK replies with a grin,

“We’re just hounding your husband a bit,” Paul laughs, and Carlos eyes him curiously.

“About what?”

“Last names, mostly,” Nancy says, leaning into Mateo. “And how one hyphen sounds better than the other.”

“Just let them do their thing,” TK says to him.“They’ve been at it all night.”

“And they know we’re keeping our own?”

Marjan holds up a finger. “Uh, for now. That’s what TK said.”

Carlos hums. “Okay, well, you all start placing your bets, I’m going to steal my husband.”

A series of teasing and childish ooohs follow them as they make their way down a cobblestone path that winds down to the lower level.

They walk in slow, happy silence for a little while, hand-in-hand, until they reach the area their ceremony was earlier in the evening. TK sighs happily as they take a seat on the stone wall at the back of the aisle. The chairs have since been put away, the flower petals swept up, leaving an open and empty space for another couple to tour someday soon and fall in love with, a place to showcase their love to the world just as they did today.

TK rests his head on Carlos' shoulder, and Carlos leans his head on his. In the distance, music thrums softly as laughter is carried throughout the venue. It's perfect, in this charming and private moment of theirs.

"What are you thinking?" TK asks him quietly, as if speaking any louder will break the spell that's fallen on them.

"That this really is the best day of my life."

TK lifts his head up and smiles. "Mine, too. I'd say it's almost perfect."

"Yeah..." Carlos breathes out shakily as he tries to stave off the tears for what feels like the hundredth time today, and he does it, but barely. "Almost."

"Baby." TK shifts to kiss him, letting go of Carlos' hand where it sits in his lap to hold the side of his face.

The kiss is tender enough to make him melt, and Carlos finds himself putting his entire being into it. He pulls away with barely any space between them, foreheads touching and noses bumping as TK sneaks in one last one.

"They're here," Carlos hears him whisper, fingers toying with the lobe of his ear, a comforting gesture. "They're here. Nothing could have stopped them."

He doesn't want the bittersweetness to show, but he knows he can let it out with TK. He's his safe space, his lifeline, someone he's vowed to love and fiercely hold onto until the end of his days. So he lets it out, a choked shudder, then shakes himself. Carlos sits up tall as he catches TK's eye and knocks his finger gently under his chin.

"Did you check your ring?" Carlos' eyes drop down momentarily to the band that rests on TK's finger.

He smiles. "No," he says with a laugh, "I haven't. I told you I wouldn't until we could look together, and when I tell you that was one of the hardest things I've had to refrain from doing..."

Carlos raises a brow. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. Almost as hard as not shoving cake in your face initially."

"Well, you did in the end."

TK laughs again. "Only after you did it to me," he points out. "Did you look at yours?"

"Nope. We made a promise."

"That we did." He moves a little closer. "You first."

Carefully, Carlos slides his ring off his finger and holds it up so he can see. The lighting isn't bright, but it's enough to make out a line of Hebrew characters inside the gold band.

"Ani l'dodi v'dodi li," TK recites beautifully, watching as Carlos squints as he thinks. "I am my beloved's..."

"And my beloved is mine," he finishes, watching as TK's eyes light up.

"You remembered?"

"Of course I did. It's beautiful."

TK beams. "You're beautiful."

He holds up his ring next, and Carlos watches carefully for his reaction. It goes from curious to realization in less than a second, and TK's eyes are shiny when he turns back to him.

His mouth hangs open. "I—is this...?"

He nods. "Now I'll always be there to hold you, no matter what."

TK lets out an audible breath, shaking his head as if he cannot believe what he's looking at. "Baby, this...this is amazing."

Carlos pulls the ring a little closer so he can take a look himself, trailing over the whorls of his very own fingerprint etched on the inside of TK's wedding band.

"I didn't even know this was an option."

"Neither did I," Carlos tells him, "but I did my research."

TK's shoulders drop as he leans into him, pressing a kiss against his jaw. "I love you so much."

"I love you." He pulls TK in for a proper kiss, holding his face in his hands. "Thank you for marrying me," he says with a gentle laugh. He knows it sounds ridiculous, but he needs to say it.

TK hums. "Thank you for saying yes."

They kiss again, longer this time, more drawn-out, before TK goes to slide his ring back on. Carlos stops him.

"Let me."

TK returns the gesture, and for a little while they sit there in complete, contented silence, comforted by each other's presence and peace.

There's a whole life ahead of them waiting to be discovered. Carlos has plans, and he knows TK has plans of his own. He can't wait to see what's in store. But, for now, Carlos needs nothing else — just his husband, who is his entire heart, and the promise of forever.

#ta-daaa!!! #911 lone star #911 ls #tarlos #tk strand #carlos reyes #tarlos fic #911 ls fic #userjillian #tuserjen #reyesstrand #jddryder #actuallysara #usersteen #swearphil #my fic #my 911 ls fic

[merakiui]

Ooooo, piggybacking kinda on the roommate!Floyd… what a wonderful adventure that must be, being his roommate!! Cuddly movie nights, cooking times, and playful wrestling that deeeeefinately turns into sexytimes, eventually. :D

It's actually so much fun having him as a roommate. You never get any studying done, so your best options are to go somewhere without Floyd so you can actually focus. But when you're both in the apartment, the two of you have a lot of fun together. He used to go out all the time, but ever since the two of you became friends he's started going wherever you go, doing whatever you do, following your flow. You'll have movie nights or gaming sessions with lots of snacks (he always steals whatever you happen to be eating, sometimes even snapping it up from between your fingers). Sometimes you'll cook together (sometimes a food fight ensues or Floyd steals cooking utensils that you need just to be a nuisance). If Floyd cooks breakfast, you can guarantee he's cooking in just his boxers because he's too lazy to put clothes on.

And wrestling... omg. It all started because he had stolen your phone and wouldn't give it back. He was pouting about how you were ignoring him (you were trying to finish homework), but the minute he's stolen your phone and you get up from your seat he knows he's already won. And won he definitely did when the two of you take your chase into the living room, falling over one another on the sofa while he holds your phone out of reach, having too much fun giggling about how you should give it up. You're on top of him, reaching over him and just barely managing to touch his wrist, before he tosses your phone across the room (he says he'll get you a new one; he'll get you a dozen phones if that's what you want). You have no time to protest because something's poking you from behind.

You and Floyd are just friends; that's what you both agree on when you're shedding clothes hastily and leaning in for sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. You think this might be a one-time thing, but it happens again when the apartment loses hot water and so you have to bathe together to conserve body heat. And Floyd's hands just love to wander, and he loves to pull your shivering body against him. He seems unbothered by the cold water, but he promises to warm his shrimpy up if you'll let him. You do, but you stress that you're just friends. He nods, parrots your words back in a silly, almost teasing tone, and bites into your shoulder.

It happens again and again, so often that it's almost become routine. To think you'd ever engage in friends with benefits with someone... It's not as bad as you thought it might be. But things are definitely...changing in your relationship. Floyd's fucked you on nearly every surface now: against the kitchen countertop, on the sofa, against the walls, in the bedroom, in the bathroom, even in the passenger seat of his sports car. The list goes on and on; you've tried nearly every position there is, too. He loves sex, but then so do you. It's a perfect arrangement. He's always been so playfully casual after every exchange, but this time he's lying on his back and looking up at the ceiling, where a dozen plastic, glow-in-the-dark stars are pasted. The two of you put them up there when the apartment had lost power and you wanted to feel like you were in outer space.

"You ever wonder if there's someone for everyone?" he mumbles, and it's so odd to hear him sound so...reserved.

"What sort of post-nut clarity question is this?" you joke, rolling over to face him.

He peers at you and shrugs halfheartedly. "Dunno. In the sea, everyone's so hung up on findin' a forever mate or...whatever. It's kinda lame, but Jade says that we're like stars. That every star has a spot in the sky."

You're quiet for a long moment. His mismatched eyes never leave yours. Eventually, you shuffle closer to him under the covers. His arm instinctively snakes around you to pull you against him.

"Do you think you have a spot in the sky, Floyd?"

"Who knows."

"Well." You glance at the spaces between each plastic planet, noting stars and moons sprinkled on the ceiling at random. You've never witnessed such a subdued, tender side to him before. "My sky could use a star."

A toothy grin spreads slowly on his lips. He levels you with half-lidded eyes; it's almost challenging, the way he looks at you. "That so?"

"Very so."

His face is mere centimeters from yours. He's leaning over you on the bed, caging you in muscled arms, and you meet his stare with a smirk.

"Your sky better not be accepting anymore stars. You're mine now, got that?"

"I wouldn't want to be anyone else's," you mutter into his mouth.

His hand slithers into yours, a perfect fit.

#twisted chit chat #n/sfw #and they were roommates <3 #fluffy floyd hours #<- yes he gets his own tag because i love writing floyd fluff the most #floyd railing you in his mer form but it's dark in the sea at night and so he's like 'wait check this out' #and suddenly he's so very bioluminescent and now you can see #floyd's like 'ta daaa~~ cool right? :D' #oh he wants to impress you so bad he's so in love with you

[fecto-forgo]

elfilin and forgo try the grimace shake

seems like its had a weird effect on both compared to the usual! well, win some, lose some i suppose

bonus:

#analiceoriginal.png #ask #ta daaa little forgo post stasis design i tried making a while ago lol #it feels mean to leave them in its decaying deformed form post game forever </3 #fecto forgo #elfilin #kirby fanart #kirby #kirby and the forgotten land #katfl #hoshi no kaabii #sorry reply took so long i rly wanted to draw this one #eyestrain #eyestrain cw

[tennant-davids]

OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH Ed and Stede in Season Two

Dear Ed, I long for you. Every day we spend apart feels like an eternity. I know you don't want to hear from me, but I write these letters daily, hoping one will reach you. Hope that's okay. And I know we're not through. I can feel it in my soul. A love like ours can't disappear in an instant. We're joined to one another. Intertwined. We wrote our names on each other in permanent ink.

#our flag means death #ofmd #ofmdedit #ofmdsource #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #usereena #userkristi #userisaiah #userleila #userelio #*laurengifs #ed x stede #userbbelcher #chewieblog #cinematv #dailyflicks #i would have done this sooner but marvel decided to rip my heart out and stomp all over it #but ta-daaa

[rainfig]

oh no herime what did they do to you

#ta daaa #dndads #dndads s2 #family guy #fanart #hermie the unworthy #scam likely #jodie foster

[lunecycle]

Guess I’ll post this here now that I’m more mentally stable

Concept sketch of Ei’s outfit for IBS! :D must be warm and cozy while kicking but up in the mountains

Was trying to work on one for Rowneaa but didn’t like how it was turning out skxjnsnsnsbdnf

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #eislyn #sylvari #lun art #sketch???? #sketch!!! #i haphazardly drew this on my phone during a very bad depression mood dip so uhhh #TA DAAA???

[annama-art]

another color version ☾

#ta daaa #illustration #artists on tumblr #art #moon #sky #stars #clouds #landscape #dreamy #pastel #pastel colors #sunset #aesthetic