#but what a nice bed to

[whoisspence]

oh to be in that bed

#because it looks like a comfy bed #no other reason #but what a nice bed to #take a nap #matthew gray gubler #mgg #mgg pics #whoisspence

[greykolla-art]

I’ve been so inspired by @bananadramaaa lately!

Their human Alastor and Mimsy comics drive me insane!

I’m realising how cool their relationship is: it’s giving sibling energy!👌👌👌

just two pals looking out for each other while they murder!

#grey art #hazbin hotel comic #hazbin hotel #alastor #mimzy #hazbin mimzy #human alastor #human mimzy #20’s serial killers baby! #I have no idea what mimzy really got up to but I’m guessing it wasn’t nice #grey doodled instead of sleeping arg! #it’s fine I’m gonna go to bed now.

[weaselmcdiesel]

i was being so so so real when i said id make more katnep comics

#but this one isnt funny. >:) #it's SWEET #my art #fan art #homestuck #karkat #karkat vantas #nepeta #nepeta leijon #katnep #karnep #nepkat #i am not used to limiting my palette im still experimenting! #i hope the colors i chose arent stupid i think theyre nice #if no one can tell what's in the poster it's the miniature tigers album poster #idk i thought maybe shed like it idk #also if it's hard to read kk's apron it says #cull the gastrotechnician #ummm this is an au where they live together uhhhh and also trolls have beds ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ #idk

[wazzi2ya]

Angel walking up behind Husk so quietly he didn't notice him, and when Husk turns around to leave he's at perfect height to accidentally bury his face in Angel's chest fluff. There's a moment of silence where nobody moves that is only broken when a loud, steadily increasing purr breaks out of him. His hands are making biscuits in the air.

#hazbin hotel #huskerdust #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel husk #angelhusk #angel is so soft and warm and smells really nice so husk kinda loses consciousness for a moment there #when he realizes what he's doing he leaps in the air like an old tom and jerry cartoon and flies tf off to hide under his bed

[andy-clutterbuck]

1x04 - What We | The Ones Who Live

#i am utterly feral #like i cannot be introduced into society or an indoor environment rn #Rick Grimes #towl spoilers #The Ones Who Live #* #rg #HOW DOES HE KEEP GETTING MORE HANDSOME STOP IT #F U Z Z I E S #CHEST FUZZIES DO YOU SEE THEM #NECK FUZZIES #SCARS #THESE ARE A FEW OF MY FAVORITE THINGS #I AM WINNING #even his adams apple is nice #i hate myself #the slope of his shoulders 🗣 #if i could just rest my face on his chest for a few i think it could solve a lot of problems i have tbh #put me in traction #until i walk like i'm about to duel at the OK Corral #[redacted] inside me #hello welcome to the tour #on your left you will see A MAN™ #i have a very hectic week ahead i need to go to bed #would give a kidney to draw idle patterns in his chest hair #*rabid whale noises* #i don't think whales can get rabies but if they could that's what i sound like rn #that man would look like an ancient capri sun pouch when i was done #go to bed lacey

[shitouttabuck]

oh my god nina!!! 8 for the bedsharing prompts if it takes your fancy <33

thank you sweet peach this scratched an itch !!!

bed-sharing prompts: whispering “Oh, you are going to be very embarrassed when you wake up.”

Eddie’s not old—he’s not even 30, despite the near-constant jokes about his senior citizen-isms he seems incapable of shaking. And he wouldn’t even say he’s a man of creature comforts. He just likes familiarity, and routine, and his own goddamn bed.

Quarantine has brought a lot of change: being away from Chris, living in a single-occupancy apartment with three other people, and sharing a bed with all six-foot-two of Evan Buckley.

Currently, this means waking up at some wretched hour and squinting in the moonlight filtering in through half-open blinds, because the aforementioned best friend has stolen Eddie’s pillow from right under his head yet again.

Eddie groans quietly, easing his neck out of the crick it’s cramped in. He glares at the enormous lump snoring serenely beside him and pats the mattress blindly for his pillow. Eyes adjusting to the dark, he’s greeted by the same sight he’s woken to at ungodly hours thrice this month already: Buck with his gigantic thieving arms wrapped happily around Eddie’s goddamn pillow as he clutches it to his chest, dead to the world.

“Fuck’s sake,” Eddie mutters, reaching out and tugging the end of the pillowcase to no avail. Buck’s vice-grip doesn’t falter even in sleep. Eddie’s usually able to coax it out of his grasp without waking him, but it takes a minute, and their last shift had been a full-body workout from hell, and Eddie just wants to go the fuck back to sleep with a single measly pillow supporting his exhausted head. Surely that’s not too decadent a luxury to expect.

He tugs again, harder and meaner than he normally would. The pillow inches out of Buck’s hold, and Eddie grabs a firmer handful to yank it away, grunting triumphantly when it pops free.

“Hrmmph,” Buck grumbles, crease appearing between his eyebrows. Eddie stills, holding his breath as he gauges Buck’s proximity to consciousness. He thinks he’s in the clear, but then Buck murmurs unhappily and rolls ever-so-slightly towards Eddie.

“S’your turn to be th’ li’l spoon,” he slurs, and Eddie freezes even further. “’M th’ big spoon t’night.” He pats half-heartedly at the mattress between him and Eddie, jaw going slack again after a few seconds.

Eddie grins, just barely containing the snort that bubbles up at Buck’s sleep-talking. There’s enough distance from Ali and even Abby, post-train debacle, that means he can wring weeks’ worth of teasing out of this. Whichever one of them it is Buck’s dreaming of, Eddie thinks multiple nights of interrupted sleep allow him a little good-natured—if merciless—ribbing.

He shifts onto his back, shoving the pillow under his head and shutting his eyes with a sigh, but the movement has Buck mumbling again. His face is mashed into his own pillow, words barely intelligible when he says, “Y’re littler than me. C’mon, lemme be big spoon.”

The snort sneaks out of Eddie then, just a bit. He barely knew either woman, but he can’t quite picture them indulging Buck in this line of conversation. It’s—sweet, if deeply mortifying for Buck himself to know anyone else has heard it.

Buck snuffles discontentedly, forehead scrunching as he reaches out in search of the pillow, still asleep.

“Oh, you are going to be very embarrassed when you wake up,” Eddie whispers, wondering if there’s more entertainment about to be provided and if it’s worth getting up to unplug his phone and catch the tail end of this on video.

“Urgh,” asleep-Buck responds, patting the bed a little more insistently when he’s unsuccessful in his pillow-retrieval endeavours. “Wh’re—c’mere. Eddie. Y’re li’l spoon.”

This time when Eddie freezes, it’s such a sudden locking of every joint in his body that his neck cricks in the opposite direction. He barely feels it, singularly focused on Buck’s latest garbled complaint, because—is Buck awake? Is Buck dreaming about him?

He’s frozen so still he doesn’t realise Buck’s questing hand is now well in range of Eddie himself, and he jolts back into his body when Buck’s strong, calloused fingers wrap around his wrist.

“C’me back,” he whines, tugging at Eddie while shuffling closer at the same time. Eddie holds himself carefully still, hardly daring to breathe as Buck slowly but surely plasters his long, long body along Eddie’s side, hitching one leg over Eddie’s thigh before flinging an arm across his torso and dragging him nearer.

“Mm,” he hums, brow smoothing out. His cheek rests on Eddie’s shoulder, face smushed but seemingly satisfied. Eddie’s arm is trapped between his own side and Buck’s stomach, and he worms it under Buck’s body almost on autopilot, more to get comfortable than anything else. This leaves him basically cradling Buck to him, and Buck gives one final happy grunt before burrowing his face into Eddie’s neck and going limp, a dead weight over Eddie’s right side.

Eddie makes his fingers relax where they’re clutching the back of Buck’s t-shirt. This is—fine. Normal and fine. So Buck isn’t dreaming about cuddling an ex-girlfriend, he’s dreaming about holding Eddie. They’ve been living out of each other’s pockets more than usual recently, leaning on each other a little heavier through a global pandemic and missing Christopher. Eddie’s told himself it’s because of constant proximity, and maybe it is, but whatever the reason, if Buck’s subconscious is embracing that vulnerability in this way, that’s fine. He’s an affectionate guy, and while it’s relatively new for Eddie to be on the receiving end of that from another man, he’s not one to shy away because of someone else’s archaic ideas of masculinity.

And—hold on. Y’re littler than me? Was that what Buck said? Eddie huffs indignantly, and then huffs again for different reasons, feeling his cheeks heat. He doesn’t know why, but he pulls Buck a little closer.

It’s still normal and fine, he finds, turning his head to press his nose into Buck’s curls. That surprises him a little, that there’s no freak-out of any kind accompanying—whatever this is. Buck smells like vanilla, because he used Chim’s fancy shampoo that’s actually Maddie’s fancy shampoo because both of them are missing her something fierce, and he’s definitely drooling onto Eddie’s neck, and now that he’s not sleep-talking he’s back to snoring like a motorcycle, and Eddie’s slipping under before he can marvel any more at just how normal and fine it all is.

When the moonlight is swapped for sunlight, Eddie stirs to Chim singing along to radio in the kitchen downstairs. Buck blinks awake right alongside him, cheek imprinted with creases from Eddie’s collar and turning pink as he hastily peels himself away.

“Oh, um, sorry,” he says, voice rough with sleep. He contorts his body in surprise trying to roll off Eddie’s arm. “Did I—sorry, Eds.”

Eddie works his arm back under Buck, easy and deliberate. “S’fine,” he yawns. “It was my turn to be the little spoon.”

In his peripheral vision, Buck turns a brilliant red, and Eddie gives him a reassuring squeeze before taking great joy in telling him just how embarrassed he should be about the contents of his dreams.

(Buck’s mortification is blessedly short-lived, since the contents of Eddie’s dreams are equally embarrassing in the very exact same way, as it turns out.)

#911 fic #buddie fic #wrote this then had GRUELLING therapy so now posting this and legally u have to be nice. please #i have missed writing silly stuff i know it’s just been a few weeks but this was so fun thank u sami it’s exactly what i needed! #911 #buddie #nina writes #ok running on three hours sleep and a therapy hangover and a regular hangover so. posting and snoozing xoxo #bed sharing prompts #mine

[dean-smiths-suspenders]

they’re alive and well and going on weirdguy roof dates as we speak. cas told me <3

#dean: wait it’s almost our anniversary. i will get him a pre gift gift. sam: what. #dean: I want a really nice picture of us. maybe on a roof cause cas likes flying. #sam: uhhh okay whatever makes you happy #dean: sammy ….my little brother… sam: wait no no no I am Not taking the picture for you. no way #dean: dude I’ve saved your life like twenty times. sam: okay and #(twelve hours of bribery threats and pleading later) sam: GOD FINE #sam fell off the roof immediately after he took this picture and broke his ankle. the next picture on deans camera roll is #sam in bed with a cast on his leg giving dean the finger very angrily. eileen by his bedside trying not to laugh #destiel #deancas #my art #spn fanart #notes from the herb garden

[somegrumpynerd]

How absolutely wild must it have been for Nightmare to have like, minimum-to-no contact with mortals for hundreds of years and then the first two he has any regular close interactions with are Killer and Dust.

Like he must have a book in his castle somewhere of all the observations he kept like he was studying a new species

#UTDR #UTMV #Nightmare Sans #Killer Sans #Dust Sans #I could probably ramble for a while about the effect Killer had on him alone #But imagine being hurt by the world and carrying the grudge for hundreds of years while you wreak havoc all by yourself #And then you get one (1) roommate and he's so strange and unhinged but not at all what you expected #And then you get a second and he's so different again it's like they're different creatures even though they came from the same root world #And you get a third and he's a little more grounded but still has such wild needs and stipulations #By the time he got Cross he was probably onto his 3rd book of observations #If you dig around in Nightmare's library or office long enough I just know you can find at least one book where he's noted down what all hi #boys need and like and hate and what they refuse to do and how to handle them #Like someone leaving super detailed instructions for the care of their pampered beloved pet #Anyway Killer loves to joke to the other 3 that they should be nice to him because he ''let Nightmare adopt them'' #and he's not entirely wrong #Anyway I need to go to bed so I can work all day tomorrow (rip) goodnight gang!!

[yashley]

ashley johnson & laura bailey | the last of us: episode 9

#last of us hbo #spoilers #ashley #laura #THEM BRINGING BACK THE ORIGINAL VOICE ACTRESS FOR THE NURSE IN THE OPERATING ROOM WAS SUCH A NICE TOUCH #YOU KNOW I THREW MY BODY OFF MY BED WHEN THE CAMERA CUT TO THE NURSES #ME TWEETING HOW MUCH I WANTED THEM TO BE ON THE SAME EP TOGETHER GUESS WHAT GAY BITCH SLAPS MYSELF

[dorkfruit]

if i should fall, will it all go away?

every damn time .. love u saint of the grindset <3

#a reattempt at the last g1deon drawing i did #its based off the Seals Greatest Hits album cover bc i love how it looks. its so simple but effective and i failed to do it well last time/ #and Seal (the singer that is) kinda has g1deon energy to me. at least in how he looks. maybe its the face scar idk #also the colors looked so nice n vibrant on my ipad but theyre dingy on my computer. SAD! #also Kiss From A Rose is one of the best songs ever made sooo #need to work on my painting skills for sure but at least ive made some progress since my last painting #my art #the locked tomb #tlt #harrow the ninth #htn #/ tw gore #g1deon the first #gideon the first #htn g1deon #tlt g1deon #wanted to do more rendering and add more detail but like. its so boring and i cant focus long enough for that so </3 #almost all my drawings i do in one day and whatever i get done before i go to bed is what gets posted LOL

[necromeowncy]

Sun-kissed. 🌼

#thinking about the feeling after you take a bath and it's a spring afternoon and you lay in bed and the sun comes in through your window #and you lay in the sun on your bed like a cat and you feel SO comfy and nice and clean and warm and it's such a nice feeling ??? #yeah #that's what I was thinking about #please let it be spring soon #it's too cold where I live #oh to be an elf lounging in the sunshine in lingerie #waiting for his boyfriend #go between those thighs where you belong G'raha #ahem #i'm done ok #elezen #ffxiv elezen #elf #aedric vaillencourt #gpose #my poses

[mcdannowave]

There's too many things to look at in just one gif...

Giant biceps?Tattoos?Chest hair?

Low hanging trunks? The volume of the front of those wet low hanging trunks? The volume of the behind of those wet low hanging trunks?

The V-line and Abs?The Happy trail?(Even the armpits, if it floats your boat)

#h50 6x17 #steve mcgarrett #alex o'loughlin #shirtless alex #wet alex #hawaii five 0 #I said it was too many.Also could include his gorgeous face and that beard...muito gostoso esse homem #Need to do a proper edit again here.w/ some light shinning on the good..err..i mean. the nice stuff #boy oh boy...this man is stunning . That blond detective hit the jackpot when he got this one #Danny is a lucky man #[Saturday night.McD's home] Steve was already out of the shower while Danny was sitting on their bed.putting his shoes #Steve just dried himself w/ his towel like usual.No caring in the world bc it's just D in the room.And they saw each other na.ked /alot/ #There's going to be a dinner at Kono's tonight.nothing fancy actually.But D's mind just couldn't stop staring at Steve's body..dry or wet #Living together for a time.It was still soothing seeing Steve grab his underwear & other stuff on his drawer.See him dressing up😉 #After applying deodorant.Steve put his shirt.(still no pants)when D said:''Hey babe.Your shirt is on the wrong side''. #Steve did a quick check out of his basic Tshirt but took it anyway and tried to fix the mistake.''Danno.It was right.I didnt put it- #And looking at Danny.Steve saw the blond grinning.''Oh.U did it on purpose.Let me guess.U like what u see?huh..''Steve smirked back #''That much is very /very/ true Steven.But in this case.I just love seeing u taking the shirt off''.The smile still on Danny's face #Steve then kept the shirt on his hand and slowly walked to Danny.Sitting on their bed.''Maybe I rip that shirt of urs when we get home'' #Steve eyes was already crossing the line of casual tease at home...and jumping on.'we gonna get half hour later bc we're doing it /now/' #'No''Danny laughed and raised his hand.''This is way too expensive for u to go caveman on me to ruin it.But..I'll be glad to take it off'' #Steve had his victorious-smile on his face now.Crossing arms and still only w/ his black underwear. towering his blond #Danny got up.Up close to that gorgeous hotheaded SEAL.gave him a quick peck on the lips.''Okay.Go change babe.We still need to go'' #While D grabbed his phone.Steve kept dressing himself there.''Okay.But don't forget ur promise.And i want it slow.Danny.not just the shirt' #''Hey.I didn't 'promise' nothing''...''Yeah.But u poked the lion and now you get the consequences.But don't worry.U gonna /love/ it''. #Steve kissed Danny now.And they just smiled while finished getting ready and going to the car #A dinner w/ their Ohana.filled w/ laughs & joy.And later...a gorgeous caveman that was crazy to jump on him.Danny already loved that night😏 #headcanon tags #mine

[abyssruler]

DOTTORE REQUEST TIME!!!!!!

i may be projecting a bit here but what abt….. a reader who is ill but has an intense phobia of anything medical related, sort of like a hurt/comfort situation? i am physically licking your blog rn. 🕺

an apple a day

dottore x gn!reader

a sick person with intense fear of anything medical related and a doctor with a bit too much homicidal tendencies are locked in a room together. it goes about as well as you would expect — which is to say, not at all. exceptions can be made, however, such as when the sick person is the homicidal doctor’s significant other.

fluff(?), soft dottore, mentioned death and unethical methods (among other stuff) but this is a dottore fic it’s practically a staple

anon, i’m sorry, i know you said hurt/comfort but i am physically unable to write dottore in any genre other than crack, comedy, dark, or spicy stuff. i did try my best tho!

He doesn’t like it when you rebel against him, even less when you get sick. It’s hard to decipher the expression he has on at the moment, but you’ll settle for exasperated.

“I don’t want it!” you yell, cowering in the corner of your bed and raising the blanket up to your mouth.

Dottore stands beside your bed with a pill and a glass of water in both hands. He’s been at it for hours, trying to convince you to drink the medicine he personally made to suit your tastes after you said you didn’t like how bitter medicine always tasted.

“It’s either this or an injection. My patience is running thin, pet.” His voice held the promise of being true to his words. No matter how much it should make you see sense, all you could think about was how that pill would get stuck in your throat and then you’d be subjected to the awful and bitter aftertaste of it, even though he already said it shouldn’t taste that bad.

A shiver runs through you, feeling cold even with two layers of blankets settled on top of you. Your head feels like it’s about to explode, your nose stuffed and throat dry. You know you should just suck it up and drink the pill, but even the thought of doing so makes anxiety creep to your chest. It’s irrational and stupid, Dottore said as much, and he’s right, but as much as you want to be able to just get on with it so you can finally get some much needed sleep, you just can’t. You physically can’t. It feels like your insides are going to twist itself every time you imagine going through with it.

“Or would you prefer one of my segments do this in my place?” He asks, threatens, more like. He knows how rough his younger selves are compared to him, knows that you realize exactly what having them here in his stead would mean. The younger ones would give you a warning just to be nice, a sentiment they don’t offer anyone else, before pinning you down the bed and plunging a needle through your skin to get it over with. Perhaps the older ones would be more gentle with you considering how you feel about it all, but they’re still far less patient than Dottore himself.

You groan in displeasure, feeling stubborn tears well in your eyes at how unfair he’s being. Throwing your blanket over your head, you close your eyes and try and blink the tears away, sniffling as your nose became more runny than it did before. Hiding yourself under the blankets isn’t going to solve anything — it certainly won’t instantly heal your sickness — but it does show how displeased you are with him.

Dottore hums at your behavior. You’re lucky he treasures you as much as he does, else you would have ended up as extra parts in a machine. Anyone else who dared to treat him like this would have met a slow, painful death, and that’s only if he decides they should be granted the luxury of it.

The side of your bed dips with the weight of another person. “What will I have to do to get you to drink your medicine, hm?”

You peek your head from beneath the covers, finding him staring at you, the impatience gone from his eyes. You purse your lips, “I don’t want the pill.”

“And what it is that you want?”

You startle at the question. Thinking for a moment, you recall a memory from your childhood, back in the days when all they had you drink for medicine was—

“Syrup,” you say, blinking up at him almost hopefully. “Something easy to swallow and doesn’t taste bad.”

He reaches a hand to idly twirl a strand of your hair in his finger. “Any other requests?”

“Um, raspberry flavored maybe?”

“Shall I add any sedatives?”

You glare, narrowing your eyes at him in warning. “The last time you did that, I was delirious for a week.”

He grins, showcasing rows of sharp teeth and sounding utterly unapologetic as he says, “Apologies.”

“I mean it. Don’t add anything suspicious to it, okay?” You grab his hand, squeezing it threateningly despite the state you’re in. He gazes down at you with amusement.

“Of course, whatever my pet wants.”

“And stop calling me your pet, people will think it’s some weird kink.”

Dottore’s lips twist, an almost teasing lilt to it — or as teasing as he can be. “Isn’t it, though?”

“I’m gonna blow my nose on you.”

He laughs.

#this is based on my experience as a kid when the nurses had to hold me down to the bed and pinch my nose to get me to drink my medicine #a ​very nice traumatizing memory i look back on with fondness #is dottore ooc here? probably. but you know what they say. love changes a person #<- me trying to justify writing a character ooc #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #dottore x reader #il dottore x reader #gn reader

[arkiwii]

very sad still see the saria/silence divorce headcanon still going around

have you ever tried to consider that they never dated before lone trail because it would be unrealistic with the timeline and the events and also because it would be overshadowing the actual truth of why they couldn't get along

#i'll elaborate #firstly it's ok if you headcanon this i don't want to invalidate what people think #it's just that I think it's a fanon joke that have been going around for way too long #and I can't help but shed a small tear when I see people really headcanoning it #I personally think it's way more interesting if we consider that they never had something going on before Lone Trail #mostly because it's weird that they started dating in like some months when they barely knew or saw each other #but also because it adds nothing but just makes things even more harder for them #my personal headcanon is that Silence was maybe having feelings for Saria but like #you know these very premature feelings #like just “oh wow she's pretty and nice” #but nothing like really deep #but they never had anything going on before the diabolic crisis #and after lone trail after they made up and saw each other's true person #they start to actually get real feelings #I'm just complaining but I've been still seeing it around somehow and it's sad to me that this joke became a fact for many people #there's still a lot of fanfics about how they had been dating and now they're on bad terms #I think that going on the “they're exes” route is way too easy and actually hides the potential and interesting reason #of why Silence was mad at Saria #it's not because she hates Saria or blame her #it's because she's mad at herself for being so weak #really making them appear as exes just hides this really interesting truth and makes it all seem to be a sad love story #consider that they never had any of this and that this tension between them is because they blame themselves!! #their story is not a love story but above all a story about self love and acceptance #just my two cents enjoy my rambling i go back to bed now #(not putting this in the main tag I don't want to start a war I'm just rambling)

[dabisqueen]

Whatever floats you boat, man.

#cats of tumblr #what a fine bed #so nice and cozy

[blushstained]

I GOT A ROUNDSEY DRAGON !?!? shes sooo pretty

#flight rising #fr dragon share #dragon share #i was sick in bed all day yesterday what a nice surprise