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thedvilsinthedetails · 3 months
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Evan Rosier in a tight white t-shirt, silver dog tag necklace, ripped black jeans and beat up old Stan smiths
And Barty Crouch Jr absolutely foaming at the mouth and stumbling over all his words and tripping over whenever Evan looks at him and yeah
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“joseph quinn is the sexiest man alive” i say into the mic, the crowd boos. i begin to walk off the stage in shame. “no, she’s right!” i hear a voice in the back say. the lights come on. it’s jamie campbell bower.
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koroart · 4 months
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Oh, your love is sunlight — sunlight 🌅
A gift for @ax100 ✨💕
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plutoids-thoughts · 1 year
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a little decepticon autobot tango 😌😌
My first wip post of the year aaaaaaaaa happy new year guys enjoy these two old idiots in love
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peuvoart · 10 months
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Drink & draw
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siriuslyblack12 · 8 months
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a drabble i wrote inspired by casey’s prince henry ama!!
“I can’t believe this does it for you,” Henry says matter-of-factly.
Alex can’t quite believe it either. Alas, he is only a man, weak to the impossible charm of his boyfriend. Especially when said boyfriend is wearing cowboy boots, jeans so tight they may as well be painted on, a flannel shirt and a stetson.
“Fuck,” Alex mutters, making Henry’s smile grow wider. “Baby, you look incredible.”
“I feel a bit silly, if i’m honest,” Henry says.
“You look like sex on legs, hen,” Alex says with a frown, fisting a hand through his hair. Henry is still standing in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest with his eyes firmly fixed on alex, who is laid back on soft bedsheets already palming himself through his sweatpants. “Fuck, c’mere.”
Henry obeys happily. He crosses the room with an almost unnoticeable skip on his step, falling on to the bed and crawling until he sits near alex‘s legs. Unable to take a moment longer apart, Alex pulls him forward by the hips until Henry’s legs straddle him - and if this wasn’t already one of the hottest sights he’s seen, he may have crumbled then and there. He lets his thumbs draw circles on Henry’s hips for a moment as his eyes greedily take in the sight, and he feels Henry’s arms wrap around his shoulders sweetly.
"I can’t explain it," Alex says, almost to himself. “You’re just… so fucking sexy, sweetheart. I can’t get enough.”
“If I'd have known you'd react like this, I'd have worn this a lot sooner," Henry says with a soft smile and blush rising on his cheeks.
“And I'd have had a heart attack,” Alex shoots back. “Do you want to kill me?”
“I suppose not,” henry says with a thoughtful look in his eyes, before leaning forward and letting their lips brush together gently. It's soft, teasing, intimate: slow because they both know they're not in a rush. They have all the time in the world. They can be vulnerable with each other, sweet, movements aching and belaboured as they kiss over and over, with neither of them ever getting sick of it. Their kiss becomes more heated - hands roaming freely, tongues dancing, Alex's teeth biting softly at Henry's lips - but there's still a tenderness to it that makes Alex's heart burst.
Henry pulls back for a moment, throughouly flushed and already half-hard, "How the hell will you survive moving back to Austin? You know I'll have to wear stuff like all the time."
Alex smirks, "I'm counting on it, baby."
"We are never going to finish renovating the house if you're as horny as this," Henry says, his stupid, posh accent making the words sound even more scandalous than they are.
Alex groans, pinching Henry's hips, "You complaining?"
Henry scoffs, "Of course not, love. I'm just worried for you're productivity."
"There's bigger things to worry about right now."
Henry leans forward to press a few kisses against Alex's mouth, smiling into it before raising an eyebrow at him, "Was that a dick joke, Alexander?"
"Why yes it was, Your Majesty," Alex mocks with a frankly terrible impression of Henry's accent. After all these years of living together, sharing a home and a life, he is still no better at it. "Now, are you going to put those riding boots to good use?"
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th3archivist · 2 years
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Hob had been very annoyed with the downfall of modern sweets. The chocolate no longer had as much taste, it was just sugar. And all the best candies had been out of production for years. He mostly missed Cadbury’s Aztec bar, but that had been gone since the 70s.
He had been planning on complaining about that to his stranger during their meetup in 1989, but well. That didn’t happen.
So, he’d just gone on with daily life, no longer going out to the store everyday to get his favorite sugar bombs. The only thing that was still good was the ice cream, and every once in a while a cake or cookie. He mostly just stuck with savory foods though.
And then, his dear stranger had returned. And not only had he returned, but he had told Hob his name.
Dream.
It was so fitting that Hob had laughed when he heard it first. And then, later that night, he had murmured it over and over again, cheeks hurting from the smile he hadn’t been able to get rid of since his friend came back.
He hadn’t had the chance to tell Dream everything he’d wanted to that day, but to his surprise and delight, Dream had showed up not a week later right outside his classroom door. He’d almost given the student who opened it a heart attack.
They had walked through the park together, talking amiably. Or, Hob had talked, and Dream had listened attentively, smiling from time to time and adding a thing or two here and there.
It was during this friendly conversation that Hob had remembered how awful modern day sweets were. They had just been passing a shop, and a pair of kids had walked out of it, one holding a chocolate bar and breaking a piece off for their friend.
Hob had looked at them for a second, then remembered.
“Oh yeah, and did you know just how bad all the sweet stuff has gotten?”
He’d gone on like this for around a minute before-
“I really miss Aztec though. That was some really good stuff. Too bad they discontinued it in the 70s, dammit.”
Dream had looked up at him then, brow furrowed and eyes twinkling. He’d left shortly afterwards, to Hob’s immense disappointment. Though he had promised to come back before next century.
For two weeks after that, everything was quiet. No sign of Dream, just regular old brilliant life. Although it would be a fair lot more brilliant with a certain gorgeous pale goth in it.
Now, Hob sat by the window in the New Inn, checking the assignments his students had handed back to him earlier that week. It was around 9pm, only just getting dark. (Thank god for summer, shortens the electricity bill)
Suddenly, a cat meowed just outside the window. Hob jumped a bit, then looked over.
It was beautiful black tom, with silky fur and eyes like the cosmos. Those eyes were very familiar…
With a grin and a sneaking suspicion, Hob got up and moved to the door to let the thing in. It meowed up at him and rubbed against his legs as it entered.
He went back to his spot and sat back down. The cat hopped up on the chair opposite him. For a while, Hob just continued checking the essays, not paying the cat any mind. If his suspicion was correct, that was the best way to prove it, he though.
And he thought correctly.
Twenty minutes in, a slight breeze flowed through the inn.
Another minute later, a quiet cough sounded across from Hob.
Hob grinned and liften his gaze to meet Dream’s.
“Dream! How lovely to see you.”
He teased his friend, amused at how his brow creased with slight annoyance. He knew Dream wouldn’t run off from some casual banter, so he could afford this little thing every now and then.
“What brings you here, my friend?”
Dream blinked silently. Then, he reached into a coat pocket and pulled something out.
“Close your eyes, Hob.”
Hob did.
“Give me your hand.”
And Hob did. He was confused, but interested and eager at the prospect of touching this ethereal creature.
He realized he had never done so before.
Dream’s skin was softer than any silk Hob had ever known, though it emanated no warmth.
Maybe Hob could rub some into it some day.
Hopefully that day would come soon.
A small, plastic package settled in his hand, and cold fingers closed his own around it.
When Hob opened his eyes, he was alone at the table again, holding a candy bar. He blinked a few times, perturbed.
Then, he looked down at the bar and his breath hitched.
It was an Aztec.
It was a damn Aztec.
A laugh escaped him, incredulous and delighted. He pocketed the sweet, determined to get Dream to try it with him later.
And also maybe kiss him senseless as thanks.
This post was inspired by @gabessquishytum’s post, which you can find here
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barefoooted · 2 years
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Nancy bought this shirt and Robin wears it unironically.
Random person : *reads the text and laughs*
Nancy : I have guns in my bedroom.
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kitar1o · 4 months
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MERRY CRIST
i made some tntduo wallpaper feel free to use hehehehe :3
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mayybbeeee follow and rb if you care
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maybebitterxox · 15 days
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You know what I don’t care, they were girlfriends. They were so girlfriends. They were in love and I don’t care what anyone else has to say about it, I’m sick of pretending they’re not
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eldrigeonsss · 11 months
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The Slayer and The Ballaster
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thedvilsinthedetails · 3 months
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headcannon idk
Remus Lupin pretends to be a Rep lover all the time but secretly he’s a debut girlie
like when Sirius started dating Mary he tried to turn to Rep Taylor for comfort but they just didn’t work. Those songs were all about love lost, betrayal, blame and it didn’t match what he felt
So he started browsing through her albums when suddenly he found it
whatever comfort he was looking for, he’d found it in the music of curly haired, country girl pop baby Taylor. He listened to teardrops on my guitar every single time he saw Sirius and Mary together
•fast forward idk•
Sirius figures out he’s in love with Remus for the first time at a party.
Remus is drunk as fuck, standing on a table, strumming an air guitar and belting ‘HE’S THE REASON FOR THE TEARDROPS ON MY GUITAR!!! THE ONLY THING THAT KEEPS ME WISHING ON A WISHING STAR.’ As loud as he can in a bad country accent.
and it’s so cute and endearing Sirius realises he’s in love with the guy currently singing on a table.
He keeps realising it over and over again for the rest of his life <3
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ultdeimoskinnie · 6 months
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the sequel to my hajime in the wild strawberry patch post: hajime and nagito in the heart shaped pile of leaves
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kaycatkit · 7 months
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WHY’D NO ONE TELL ME I’D BE CRYING OVER THESE GAY MFERS
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*Enid arguing with a normie*
Random normie: Aren’t you like friends with that one psychotic, goth freak?!
Enid: If Wends has a hundred friends, I am one of them. If she has one friend, I am her. If she has no friends, I am dead. And for the record, she’s my best friend.
Enid, already stomping away: And my girlfriend!
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penaltyboxmaster · 3 months
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reposting this cause i goofed up on something, but them 🫶
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and bonus for funnies
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