#might be tonight or tomorrow

[prettyboyeddiemunson]

got some porn star eddie, steve, and catholic reader smut coming 👀👀

#as soon as I finish it! #might be tonight or tomorrow #then ive got some eddie & catholic reader smut coming after that

[babycatlix]

Gifsets of Lee Felix ↳ fond lix for @yonglixx ☀️ | DO NOT REPOST

#lee felix #felixleenet #dancerachasource #staycompany #staysource #jypartists #stray kids #usersun #g: felix #m: gifs #mine #he was so cute here #his face in the lower right; when they said they would watch the your eyes teasers #he's such a goob #i love him so much #also the delicate way he moves his hair out of his face in the middle gif 🥺 #and he's looking so fondly at hyunjin and lee know 🥰 #okay sun: one more set! #might be tonight or tomorrow

[the-meme-monarch]

would you guys be mad if i said i liked spamton a/v spamton more than actual regular spamton g spamton

also a couple transparent ones of just spamton a/v spamton without the background + without the big v ⬇️ :]

#the art gallery #deltarune #rtvs #utdr newsletter #spamton sweepstakes #for posterity #LAST ART FOR TODAY. SORRY #EXCEPT I MIGHT REBLOG THEM LATER TONIGHT OR TOMORROW. IDK #I’LL AT LEAST REBLOG THE COMMISSION I POSTED TODAY. SINCE ITWAS EARLY

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

rough day...

#i might come back and color this. Eventually.... #scribbled this after a busy day of lots of moving things into storage and hauling boxes around #i felt a bit like a workhorse! #at some point i sat down on the uhaul w/ my water and thought. Wow. How Does Eddie Manage #poor guy deserves a break... #he needs a day off smh #i mean the neighborhood would fall apart w/o him probably but still. he needs a vacation! #he works too hard! someone tell him to prioritize himself for once! #scribble garnish #welcome home #welcome home puppet show #welcome home fanart #eddie dear #alrighty well its 12 am i need to get up in less than 6 hours and i still have Several Things To Do before i can sleep! #so! queuing this and getting those last chores done #wait fuck. what where they #well! i'll remember when i get up to do them! probably! #yknow 7 hours into tomorrow's drive im gonna be like OH FUCK I FORGOT THE [insert task here] #oh. shit did i eat dinner? hm... im not gonna be ready for breakfast when i wake up #so i might as well add 'quick cup of noodles' onto tonight's Before-Sleep list.... #im rambling! sorry! #anyway i have Much affection for eddie! somebody get him a spa day and some shiny new stamps!!!

[trixree]

The brain worms are ON ONE tonight folks I am thinking about Cody/Maul/Obi-Wan post order 66 living on tattooine together

like what if Maul sought out Obi-Wan's Commander shortly after O66 to get obsessive freaky closure about how Obes died (feels robbed of the kill, generally mentally ill about it, etc.) and is like "he is useless to me with all this fucking Imperial programing in the way" and does Force Stuff to break Cody's chip and what if Cody Wakes Up and goes "I can use this fucked up little guy to get to my General, who I believe survived, and then I'll just kill him easy peasy and live happily ever after with my husband" so he tells Maul that Obi-Wan is probably alive, actually, and cue a really violent road trip of them retracing Obi-Wan's steps in the hours after O66 via Imperial intel and hyper competence on both of their parts and

OH NO WHAT IF THEY START TO FALL IN LOVE like the forced proximity of it all...LISTEN TO ME. the intimacy of fighting alongside someone and having a functional partnership that's turned Dependency on both of your part's because you were both Traumatized in surprisingly similar ways (raised as a tool of violence for someone else's purpose, same guy actually!) and also have a similar goal via your mutual obsession with this one guy and actually, he's not that bad for a sith/clone, and by the time they get wise to Luke's existence and gun it for Tatooine, Maul is like "if I kill Kenobi this is going to upset Cody. That is Unideal. Can i live with not killing Kenobi?" and Cody is like "I cannot kill him afterall, I like him too much, how the FUCK am I going to explain this to Obi let alone any of the mind control & sorry i tried to kill you shit"

and what if Obi-Wan kept Luke because Reasons and is just so goddamn thankful for some extra childcare help (Luke's in his terrible 2s and he's force sensitive -- Obi's more sleep deprived than he ever was during the clone wars) that he really doesn't give a shit at all that it's his ex that tried to kill him for some mystery reason and motherfucking Maul on his doorstep. help is help 🙏 and they bang and stuff of course okay I'm only human

#... i might. i might have a new wip. #shhhhhhhhhh. dont worry about it. #im also a teeny bit stoned so feel free to ignore me (or encourage me #) #trixree speaks #cody/maul/obi-wan #codywan #obimaul #THINKING SO HARD TONIGHT #fryimg my own brain like an egg. #no but listen. #trixree writes #plot bunnies #for revisiting #oh and also new Why Nots chapter either tomorrow or Monday 👍 #plus a codywan commission 🫶

[pastafossa]

🎉🎉🎉 MOM IS OFF THE VENTILATOR AND BREATHING ON HER OWN! 🎉🎉🎉

#i want SO bad to run in and see her but it's 2 per visit #and dad is finally recovered enough to see her so sis and him have gone in #if mom's not too tired i'll see her later tonight but i might have to wait until tomorrow #i'll make a better post later but i wanted to share asap

[francy-sketches]

he's so sad all the time lmao

#default expression #pmv wip technically #he does not smile once in like 3 minutes ^_^ #except in like. a painting. that doesnt count #i said id be done in less than a week a week ago n then it became too hot to function lol. ive been punished for my hubris #im almost done tho :) might finish it tonight actually #even if i do im not gonna post it till tomorrow tho bc posting shit while half asleep is not a good idea lol

[somewhatsentientspellbook]

you cannot tell me exandrians are the only ones who'd fuck an alien

#how many pc's would sleep with aliens? a lot right? #i feel like there's a lot of potential for a meme/alignment chart template on this topic #might make one later tonight or tomorrow #critical role #critical role spoilers #cr spoilers #cr shitpost #cr memes #critical role memes #bells hells #ruidus #reiloran

[try-set-me-on-fire]

No wip wed post but cruise ship spec outline is 12 pages and counting

#and he hasn’t even fought Eddie’s family yet #i think a problem might be that this thing is too front loaded there’s going to be a few days of time where a lot less is happening #but i mean him and Chris can just settle in and grieve #got called into work unexpectedly tomorrow hopefully its slow #so i can finish the outline tonight and get some writing done tomorrow

[stevebabey]

❤️🔥 hiiiii!! here to request a number 23 from prompt list 1: “fumbling with their hand as you tell a story.” i feel like you’d make it so soft and sweet <3

can u tell i was feeling so bad when i started writing this <3 nothing bout this prompt says angst but low nd behold, here's some hurt/comfort !! thank u for requesting alice m'dear :") this is like extra for u considering how sweet u are to me <33 1k+

It’s terribly late.

Really, the both of you should’ve wandered upstairs to bed at least an hour ago. There’s work tomorrow, early for you, less so for Steve, but it’s work all the same. He’ll grumble in the morning like he always does, tired and yawning all through his morning coffee.

Despite knowing this, Steve doesn’t even think of suggesting to turn in soon. Not when it’s one of these nights. 

Sometimes, Steve finds it takes gentle coaxing to get you to unwind from your day. When you spend so much of the day tense, reining in reactions and biting your tongue, he knows it takes more time, more touch. It’s worth losing the sleep, staying up to talk it out. Worth it to know he’s giving you peace of mind. That he can protect you from even restless nights.

Most of the time, you won’t even realise you’re wound up — it’s impossible to sift through feelings when all you feel is down. It’s not until after Steve’s worked his magic that you can tell how long the day has really been. When the stress leaks out of your shoulders and you slump into him like a puppet with its strings cut.

It’s one of those nights tonight.

You’re up on the kitchen counter. How you ended up there is lost in the haze of your tired night. You faintly recall tumbling through the door, somehow after Steve even though you started work before him. Overtime is a bitch.

Between then and now, you’re certain you’ve managed to shovel some food into you but mainly, you’ve been watching Steve fuss about the kitchen. To you, there’s no better remedy that the sight of your lover.

He’d already made dinner by the time you’d gotten in the door, some simple pasta dish, cheesy and delicious. He’d insisted on doing the cleaning up as well, seeing your low-lidded eyes and curled in shoulders. The fatigue rolls off you in waves. It makes Steve’s heart ache in an awful way.

So, he had kissed you sweet and ushered you up onto the counter, his warm hands helping under your thighs when you’d groaned and barely made a move to jump up. He mumbled something soft into your hair, ‘my tired, sweet girl’, and sealed it in with a kiss.

It had been soothing just to watch him, sleeves rolled up while he scrubbed at the soapy dishes. Rinsing the plates and working instinctively, letting the story about his own day come out in quiet rumbles, just letting you listen. You hum from time from time to let him know you’re listening, even if you feel a bit hollow.

But now, dishes done, Steve’s onto his most important job — drawing out the burdens of the day from his you. The cups of tea he’s fixed for both of you are beside you on the counter, long forgotten. Steam stains the air, just a hint of peppermint. 

Steve’s moved between your legs, hips leaning against the counter. He’s close enough that an inch forward and your head would rest against his collarbones. One hand sits on your knee, feather-light touches of his thumb against your skin. The other is held between yours, letting you fumble with it as you talk. Your hands work his fingers, playing with it idly as you talk.

“Yeah? And what’d she say?” He asks, voice low and head tilted to show he’s listening. 

“Y’know, just the usual. It wasn’t what she said, just like,” You sigh wearily, drawing a line down the middle of Steve’s palm with your finger. Your eyes stay fixed on your motions, his hand in your own. Your voice is smaller than you intend as you try to recall the rude memory of your manager today. “The way she said it? I don’t know, does that even make sense?”

“It does,” Steve assures, his hand giving your knee a quick squeeze. When your head remains bowed, still fiddling with his hand, Steve flips it over, his hand covering both yours to still your fidgeting.

“Hey,” He says, soft. His head ducks low, trying to catch your eyes. It’s alarming to see a sheen in them, glossy in a way he knows means tears. Something tears in his heart, his concern doubling in an instant. “Sweetheart, woah, woah, hey.”

You let out a pathetic sniffle and that’s all it takes for Steve’s instincts to kick in, pulling his hand out of your grip to bundle you into his arms. You cave, crumbling into his chest and burying your face away — one of his hands cradles the back of your head, loving strokes along your scalp. The other provides consoling sweeps along the curve of your spine. It all really just makes you want to cry harder.

“S’okay,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss into the side of your head. It’s warmth seeps into your skin, a silent comfort through your tears. "It's okay, honey."

It feels so utterly stupid to fall apart over something so little, just a bad day that’s crept under your skin, made its home in your nerves. It feels unbearable, trying to unwork it from your blood. You’re not sure how long you cry, just that Steve’s there the whole time.

When you finally pull back, shuddering breaths, Steve’s fingers make quick work to wipe your tears. Calloused fingertips that sweep across your under-eyes, tender and kind.

There’s a light kiss against your forehead, another against your damp cheek, gentle as ever. Steve doesn’t speak, his eyes just searching your face — though you can’t tell what he’s looking for. You’re too dead tired, exhausted by your own emotions, to give any semblance of a smile, even though you feel a bit better now.

“Bed now?” He suggests, voice soft and low. The clock on the wall ticks loudly in the lull of words, a reminder of how long ago you both should’ve been asleep. You nod, pitiful and small. Steve trails the both of you upstairs, sets out your pajamas while you brush your teeth, then waits in the bathroom doorway til you’re done.

It’s close to midnight when you both finally crawl into bed. Steve’s arms are around you the moment you’re beside him and you find immense comfort with your head against his chest. The echo of his heartbeat plays like a lullaby beneath your ear.

“Sorry for keepin’ you up.” You whisper in the dark.

Steve’s arms tighten around you. He shifts around for a moment, then his hand sweeps back the hair off your forehead, and he gives a soft kiss there. It lingers for a few seconds, and when he pulls back, he snuggles closer, resting his cheek atop of your head.

“M’sorry you had a bad day.” He counters. You know he means it completely.

“I love you,” the words slur a bit, feeling yourself already dropping off closer to sleep. It’s impossible not to when you’re this warm and this damn tired.

You’re asleep before you hear his response but it doesn’t matter, you heard it in every kiss, know it from every sweet gesture and moment of the evening. He loves you, and he takes care of you. The sleep is a peaceful one.

#me this whole piece #KIND LOVING TENDER SOFT GENTLE #can u tell what i was yearning for #😩 #she can still write ! #guys i might have covid :/ #these thoughts just pouring out tonite #well hopefully someone enjoys this LMAO #ruby writes steve #steve harrington #steve x reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington blurb #stevie blurb! #ruby's very own tour of hawkins #hopefully i can do ANOTHA tonight #cos i aint got no work tomorrow #and as long as i dont feel too shit

[mothcpu]

means so much to hear, thank you!!! it was a lot of fun to play around with negative space like that, really happy with how it turned out :) thanks for the excuse to draw them again too. a three-handed duet

#ask #DECT #ultrakill #mirage #V2 #egg-exe #atlasblinked #fun fact: EVERY ONE of those long blank spaces is a different 1px wide <div> with a variable height. check the HTML its a rats nest lol #theyre either playing clair de lune or moonsetter by toby fox. the latter is arguably better suited for three hands #may get to more asks tonight or tomorrow...... or I might play minecraft with friends. we'll see #mirage ultrakill #V2 ultrakill

[shyshitter]

y’all look at these wips i found🥺🥺

#rip to all art requests i started and never finished #some of these are super old holy cow #from classic spnblr days #i miss her #also i am actively drawing something rn so hopefully ill post something else tonight or tomorrow :) #ive also been very sad and grieving so that might not happen who knows #wouldn’t be the first time ive promised and not delivered #spn #spn art #my art #supernatural art #supernatural #deancas art #dean winchester art #castiel art #destiel art #castiel #dean winchester #deancas #destiel #sam winchester art #rowena macleod #sam winchester #rowena Macleod art #samwena #sam x rowena

[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

Currently writing:

Ethan knocking up another guys girlfriend when the broke up for a little bit (dude this is going to have so much fluff and angst and smut)

The opposites attract trope…but like, reader is feisty and bratty and Ethan is an arrogant ass so they argue all the time.

And good god I’m going to finish part 4 to both Pleaser and Bad Idea, Right? even if it fucking KILLS me lmao.

I’ve also been jumping back into some of the older requests that I didn’t have inspiration for at the time, but I have one half-written for birthday sex haha.

#I might pass away if I don’t get sleep rn #also might pass away if I don’t finish at least ONE of those fics tomorrow #life’s still crazy but I’m trying lmao #definitely seeing the hat man tonight😬

[mattodore]

not many people online atm so i figured i’d show off theo’s freshly customized moles :) i'll post a proper close up of his face moles later because i'm obsessed, but for now here’s the full thing.

also this is how this background looks with the character page (this isn't the pic i'll be using, i was just testing things out). i'll probably alter the code to match the background rather than editing the background’s color, i think.

#the cas background was much closer to the page’s color before i turned my preset on </3 #river dipping #theodore doe #echthroi #ts4 #i might delete this later... we shall see #i just don't like posting theo when he's showing a lot of skin idk why... #ig it's bc i know how theo feels abt his body and everything so eyeeee am just like. everyone close your eyes. #but i want to show his moles off because they took me forever to place where i wanted #he has four!!! moles on his left palm that i love so bad and no one is ever gonna see them kjfdhnkfdjhn #i imagine matthias kisses theo's palm there all the time #…jotting this pose idea down expeditiously ✍️ #i’m laying down for bed now so hopefully i get at least four hours tonight 🧎 #also i only took test shots today while in cas so tomorrow i have to hop back in there to actually take the pics i want for the oc page #i want to do everyone’s but i just know i should just keep it simple with mattodore first #oh—also! downloaded a ton of clutter cc yesterday and today so i’m hoping i might actually get to that in-my-bag tag game soon #but yeah . . . nothing else to say and my eyes are watering from yawning so i’m going to sleep 🚶 #everyone watch over theo for me while i sleep 🔫 #gn!!!! <3

[nameless-is-nameless]

Decided to paint some antagonists from my current DnD campaign! On the left is Titania, faerie Queen who hasn't been entirely unhelpful, on the right is Apiat, undead fae bug creature who has a bad habit of hoarding the souls of the dead to torment them for eternity.

Couldn't pick b/w the one with the eye glow and without so you get both I guess! There's a matching piece of the good guys here!

Shout out to our dm @wethekeegsta for making them very cool and terrifying

#art #artists on tumblr #dnd art #original art #dnd character #we're facing off with Apiat tonight wish us luck! #I was really pleased with this one there's a companion piece I might post later or tomorrow #drawing #digital art #illustration #csp #dnd #dnd 5e #fae #faewild #portrait #titania #fairy #posting this here on my lunch break #because why not #Apiat #the bad omens #ewc misadventurers

[pianokantzart]

Final sneak peek

#elitadream body swap AU #Will finish tonight and edit/publish tomorrow #Might follow up with a part 2. I've got a lot of ideas #Luigi's having a rough go of things I'll just say that