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tivaisendgame · 2 months
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GSM. It's a men's magazine. Most women find it objectifies them.
-I read it on the plane. I especially like the article on page 57. In my experience, it works every time.
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Tiva in every episode
NCIS 3.04 - Silver War
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bloodraven55 · 1 month
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it should honestly be illegal to look at someone as softly as marcille looks at falin 😭
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loveinhawkins · 1 year
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Bit by bit, Eddie finds out that Steve Harrington has many in-jokes going on. He falls in love a little more every time he discovers a new one.
Some are self-explanatory: Robin and Steve quipping obscure ice-cream orders back and forth to refer to annoying customers of yore at Scoops Ahoy. There’s other times where Steve will whisper, “Muppet,” and Robin will crack up, and Eddie will just look on with bemused affection. But he doesn’t need to know the context to get it: to see the way their eyes sparkle with mirth, how they shake with almost silent laughter, falling against each other in a diner booth—like siblings wholly unable to keep a straight face during a family dinner.
In school, Eddie came to know in-jokes as a source of exclusion, all too aware of eye rolls in the cafeteria, snide whispers. Oh, you weren’t there, you wouldn’t get it.
This is something far different. Something precious.
He understands without needing to be told; there are stories he does not know yet, but he can read them in Steve’s voice when he laughs and calls Dustin, “Roast Beef,” when he puts on funny voices, singing along to the radio to make Max laugh, when he echoes random phrases in a conversation and Lucas snorts, and it’s so clear that everything’s come from years of knowledge, years of friendship, this rich tapestry of knowing smiles.
Eddie loves it all. Feels so goddamn lucky that he’s here to witness it, to even be the slightest part of it—wants to reach back in the past, find the Steve who’s just starting the story of a lifetime and say you will love these kids, and I will love you for it, your past, your present, your future. Steve Harrington, it’s a fucking privilege to know you.
The first time Eddie is given an in-joke of his very own, is such a tiny thing: bored out of his mind, making pleasantries with the Wheelers, and Ted makes a passing comment from his armchair about how so-and-so from down the street has bought an RV, but they don’t know a damn thing about how to drive it, let alone park it on their driveway.
Steve smirks behind his hand, catches Eddie’s eye with a fleeting wink.
Oh, Eddie thinks.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t know where to start with that, Mr Wheeler,” Steve says, voice level, but Eddie can hear the secret giggle, just for him.
“Well,” Eddie says, “maybe if someone got it started for you.”
“Yeah,” Steve says, grinning. “Maybe.”
He briefly nudges Eddie in the side, a soft brush. Warm skin. Leaning into each other, sharing a secret.
Here’s something no-one else knows. It’s our little joke. Our story. Ours.
And oh, Eddie wants. He wants.
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teruel-a-witch · 9 months
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that feel when you just found out that your new crush has been obsessing about you too when up until this point you thought your feelings were unrequited.
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callmekitto · 5 months
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gale snacks are easy to acquire and easy to eat
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birdmitosis · 6 months
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You know how you can get the "you're special" conversation with the Narrator in the various Chapter IIs? Well, I got very curious about everyone's responses to that, and some of these are very interesting...
At its base, the conversation goes like this:
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And then whatever other voice you have with you chimes in after that. There are a few exceptions that I'll cover because I find them interesting, but the ones that follow this pattern are:
Broken
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Cheated
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Hunted
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Opportunist
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Skeptic
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Smitten
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(Some of the above have further back-and-forth with the Narrator, but that's a bit outside the point of this post!)
There are a few variations that really intrigue me, though...
One just changes up the order slightly, nothing else, but I think even this simple change still has some character implication to it:
Stubborn
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Which makes Stubborn, interestingly, one of the only ones who buys into that as easily as Hero, possibly the only one (but, funnily enough, possibly not...).
On the other hand, changing up the formula drastically:
Paranoid
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Paranoid doesn't even let Hero respond before responding himself, and I only showed the rest of the conversation to show that the Narrator has no chance at all to deliver his "Of course you're special. Why else would you be here?" lines -- he's put on the back foot by Paranoid's suspicions, and even when he tries to be soothing and encouraging again, Paranoid shuts that down too. If Stubborn is the most receptive, Paranoid may very well be the least.
Another major variation, which I find very interesting and can't even quite put my finger on why I find it so interesting (except that I like Cold so much):
Cold
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Like Stubborn, Cold speaks up right after Hero's response before the Narrator can get into his own "Of course you're special" lines, and like Stubborn, it's in a way that seems surprisingly receptive. He actually takes the place of the Narrator responding with that, actually -- the Narrator doesn't say those lines at all, making this the only other time other than with Paranoid that he doesn't.
And the final variation...
Contrarian
There are no screencaps for this. Because interestingly, I don't think you even can get this sequence with Contrarian. Or if you can, I wasn't able to figure out how. You can't get to any of that questioning at all from what I'm able to tell.
And I think Contrarian would enjoy knowing that he's the most uniquely disruptive out of all of them.
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bbreebrebruh · 1 month
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Reverse AU🤯
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pharawee · 3 months
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"Can you put it on for me?"
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angeart · 7 days
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[To the Rest of Our Lives Together, Unafraid]
absently, he fidgets with the ring freshly on his finger, as scar's jaunty whistling reaches him.
they're married now.
really, truly married. for life.
for lives. because they're going to have multiple. they're going to have an endless number of them, all of them shared, bound and meant to be together.
--- Scar here
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mayhemspreadingguy · 1 year
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Commission for @arialerendeair and their dreamling figure skating fic. I highly recommend checking it out it's amazing, beautiful, sweet, and... and I ADORE it!
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f1amboyant · 7 months
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There's definitely been a shift after the summer break, especially on Charles' part 👀 what happened Charles, did you like have some sort of sudden realisation?
Anon, you are so right! Charles has been throwing longing stares and heart eyes at Carlos like crazy since summer break, it's crazy. It's making me go insane.
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Like. What is that?? This is not how you look at a teammate! Charles, get a grip (please don't, I am living for this!)
Something happened during summer break. My theory is that they did meet during the summer break (was it planned or not, I don't know, but something happened in the south of France 👀), they fucked (for the first time) and Charles is now obsessed with that man. And it shows.
Here's a little something for you...
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They meet in the south of France.
Except for a few texts and one or two silly memes, they haven't been in contact much during the summer break. A like on an Instagram post here and there, keeping up with the other through social media. Kinda. Realizing they are not far from each other and yet they haven't planned to spend a single day together.
They spend enough days together working. This is summer break. This is for fun.
Still. They do meet. Somewhere in the south of France. In a private yet crowded club. Neither wanted to go, dragged by their friends. And yet here they are. Catching eyes from across the room.
Carlos wiggles his eyebrows. Charles giggles.
They go back to their friends.
They meet again later at the bar.
"I didn't know you would be here."
"They dragged me here, it wasn't planned."
They shout over the loud music and the alcohol slowly settling in their veins.
They go back to their friends again. They meet up again later. Much much later. In the bathroom. By accident.
Charles sways (drunk) and collides with Carlos' chest. Carlos laughs (too high, too loud, too drunk).
"Missed me this much, Lord Percival?"
"Maybe," Charles mumbles in Carlos' collar.
Carlos' shirt hangs open almost all the way down. There's only one or two buttons still attached.
"At this point, you should just take it off," Charles slurs.
(Or at least, that's what he is trying to say.) His alcohol-addled brain cannot really form sentences anymore. So he mumbles a few words then proceeds to rip the last two buttons on Carlos' shirt and opens it wide over the expanse of his muscled chest.
"Charles," Carlos groans. In warning. In lust.
But Charles barely listens, hypnotized by the glistening skin of Carlos' stomach, reaching a hand to trace the lines on Carlos' abs. He draws a shiver out of his teammate, a strangled moan, and a visible bulge in his pants.
Charles' mind buzzes with alcohol and the heady feeling of getting this kind of reaction from Carlos. It's exhilarating. He wants more.
He puts his hand on Carlos' crotch. Carlos pushes him back, slamming him back against the bathroom door.
"Charles," he whispers. Another warning.
He sounds wrecked, shaking with desire, rendered helpless from a single touch from Charles. Charles feels all too powerful. He needs more.
"Don't play with me," Carlos says.
"You want this?"
A nod. A step forward. One of them (Charles doesn't remember who) has the presence of mind to lock the door. The click is loud even with the music blasting from the club.
They are alone and Charles' hands are all over Carlos' body, eliciting all sorts of reactions from him and reveling in them all. The power he has over him is heady.
Carlos kisses him, messy and hungry.
Charles' hand slides into Carlos' pants, his fingers wrapping around a hard and leaking cock. Carlos gasps.
It's so so exhilarating.
He gets closer, his pelvis grinding against Carlos' hip as he strokes faster and faster. He drinks in all the little gasps and moans that escape Carlos' mouth. He bites on that plump bottom lip as Carlos exhales and comes right into Charles' palm.
"Charles..." he shudders.
Charles comes in his pants.
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Charles wakes up the next morning, in his bed, with a headache pounding like crazy inside his skull. The nausea is strong but the dawning feeling as he remembers the previous night is stronger.
He kissed Carlos.
He gave him a handjob.
He came in his pants while doing it.
But most of all...
He wants more.
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bakudekublogblog · 1 month
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someone needs to show that jump giga bkdk art to someone who has zero context of mha or bkdk and ask them what they think it's from and who those boys are to each other
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ddagent · 1 month
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I’ll show you mine if you show me yours. You first.
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wyvernquill · 2 years
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Today I offer you the following headcanon/scenario: Hob dislikes Shakespeare and criticises him, but not because he's jealous of Dream walking off with him in 1589... no, it's because he genuinely thinks the man was a talentless hack.
Let me elaborate.
Hob does like Shakespeare's plays, and grudgingly admits they're the work of a "half-decent playwright", judging from the 1789 scene. He does appreciate the craftsmanship.
The only trouble: Hob is of the opinion that it's not technically Will's work at all. It's His Stranger who had... well, some hand, at least, in the creation of those masterpieces, and Hob hates that Shakespeare gets the sole credit.
(Now, to be clear, I do think that all Dream did was lend Shakespeare support and inspiration and the power to put his own dreams and imaginations into words. It's absolutely still William Shakespeare's work at the core, and Dream's involvement is hardly much more than in any other story ever written - but Hob doesn't know exactly how this works, does he?)
Imagine his frustration. Imagine people praising Shakespeare as a genius in front of him, and Hob bursting to say "actually, he was total shite until he sold his soul or something to the maybe-devil in exchange for talent". He thinks he's the only human in the world who knows The Truth About Will Shaxberd, and it drives him mad that any attempt to explain it would make him sound like some conspiracy nut.
It's the sort of thing that could drive a man to irrationally hate a playwright and his ill-gotten gains, it really could.
(Which is highly hypocritical of him, seeing as he himself enjoys the boon of that very same maybe-devil - well, his sister’s, actually, not that Hob knows that - but it's aBOUT THE PRINCIPLE OF THE THING-)
And that's how Hob ends up as his university's #1 Shakespeare Hater.
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And perhaps, Dream eventually explains to him who he is and how his boons work, and Hob suddenly realises he has to revise his entire spiteful opinion of William Shakespeare, who may have had a certain spark of talent of his own, after all...
And then, groping desperately for some reason to cling on to his increasingly irrational dislike of the man, Hob recalls how Will stole his date back in 1589, and breathes a sigh of relief at the realisation that he can carry on hating Shakespeare just as much as before, only now for a different reason.
(Not that saying "I hate Shakespeare because he stole my boyfriend" will make him sound any less like a nutter than insisting his talent came from magical intervention... but, well, it's a step in the right direction, isn’t it.)
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captainbrookeworm · 4 months
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The 'In Stars and Time' Experience So Far
Act 1: This story is utterly delightful! :D
Act 2: Oh. This bitch got hands.
Act 3: OH. THIS BITCH GOT H A N D S.
I am suddenly very afraid of what the rest of this game is going to do to me.
Thanks to @ampersandthewiz for forcing me to play, the sadist.
That being said, everyone go play it immediately its only like $20 go play now
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gumm1defloor · 1 month
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There's always something vaguely mesmerizing about Radiosilence x Voxval fics where hay-day vox is essentially trying to court both these people who are miles out of his league for their own separate reasons and you have Alastor who comes out of the whole experience like: " He is the most obnoxious, repulsive man I have ever had the displeasure of meeting my entire existence, mother warned me this would happen to boys like me in the big city. I shall never recover from this."
Smash cut to Valentino, currently giggling frantically in his bar stool, twirling his antenna like "Holy shit he's SO fucking sweet & nice to me. You've hit the jackpot now honey there ain't ever gonna be someone better."
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