#the powder room

[i-carrion-icarian]

Let the bridges that I burn / Light the way for no return

#a riot in my heart #the powder room #cruel youth #teddy sinclair #soundcloud #audio #mine #SoundCloud

[someawesomeamvs]

Warning: Violence, potential spoilers, flashing lights

Title: Till I See You Again

Editor: Royal Grindi

Song: Till I See You Again (feat. The Powder Room)

Artist: UNSECRET

Anime: Date A Live

Category: Action

#anime #amv #date a live #kurumi tokisaki #unsecret #video #music #song #youtube #editing #Till I See You Again「AMV」- Kurumi Tokisaki #till I see you again #royal grindi #the powder room #till I see you again (feat. the powder room) #action #Youtube

[bublinko]

Cruel Youth - Black River comics painting on paper with glitters / Natalia Kills / Teddy Sinclair Size: 21cm x 14.5cm #nataliakills #teddysinclair #cruelyouth #blackriver  #powderroom

#cruel youth #teddy sinclair #natalia kills #the powder room #black river

[vintagehomecollection]

Southern Interiors, 1988

#vintage #vintage interior #1980s #80s #interior design #home decor #bathroom #powder room #corner #sink #wallpaper #monkey #print #antique #mirror #tradtional #southern #style #home #architecture

[ybon-paramoux]

Helmut Newton - In the powder room at Régine’s. 1975

#art #helmut newton #powder room

[powderblueblood]

Ooooh lacy falls asleep watching a movie with eddie and he hears her having a sex dream

an: LMAO I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!!! alright MINORS DNI i have no problem sending swarms of bees to your houses and also warning for somnophilia (kinda) and hands free ejaculation

first of all, who the hell falls asleep during the warriors?!

the gramercy riffs have just dedicated 'nowhere to run' by arnold mcculler to the warriors and shit is about to go down and your head is bobbing forward on eddie's worn-out couch.

he rolls his eyes at you-- really? "hey." a finger jabs at your knee from the opposite sagging end of the couch. "wakey-wakey. it's just about to get good over here."

"mm-- i'm awake!" you jump, but your eyes barely flicker back open, lashes all heavy and voice all loopy.

"tough day at the office?"

"you would not believe." he watches you struggle to muffle a yawn and pinch your cheeks to liven yourself up. "christmas returns. you remember all those old men that kept coming in and buying copies of the joy of sex?"

eddie guffaws lightly. "uh-huh."

"well, today i met their wives."

eddie mouths a little 'oh no!' and you chorus back 'oh yeah!' and even then, with your cheek shoved against the heel of your hand, he can see you're struggling for consciousness.

"lie down," he tells you. your brow furrows, because you're always more stubborn than tired.

"but the movie--" "fuck the movie. well, no, it's a great movie but just-- take a load off."

you sit up a touch straighter and eddie's about to give you shit about always being such a little pushback. but then you decide, "okay. just for a sec."

what he doesn't expect is for your head to land in his lap.

i mean, couches, opposite ends, you could have cozied yourself up against the slouching arm, but no. you decided to stretch yourself forward and settle with your head basically in his crotch. facing the ceiling. facing him.

eddie's breath shallows as you look up at him, your expression the closest thing to peaceful he's maybe ever seen you. you don't even have that little hitch between your eyebrows you sport like a uniform. looks like that night in his trailer, when he hid you away in his bedroom, which-- look, memory lane is not on the agenda for tonight.

"do me a favor?" you say, and your voice is this cracked little purr.

your hand blindly tugs at his, resting it on the crown of your head. oh. right. that hair petting thing. that thing he gets you to do when you're not being such a pill or he's worn you out from being such a pill. you're so nice with your fingers, see, pressing them against his scalp in a way that makes his whole body shiver. scratching a little sometimes-- a little too harsh sometimes, which makes him cringe away. but not because it hurts. because it... does other things.

eddie sighs, like it's really putting him out, like you do, and slides his fingers into your hair. but that's nothing compared to the sigh you let out.

fuck you. how can one little puff of air make him want to flip you over and mount you?

but he's trying to be normal about this-- he's trying so hard, because you're friends, right?

he doesn't think before he says it. "that feel good?"

"mm-hm," you mumble, hand sliding across your stomach, tucking under your breasts, getting comfortable. "mm-hm... careful of your rings, though."

"i'll be... i'll be careful."

"thanks, eddie." your fingers rise to brush against his tummy, some physical acknowledgement of gratitude that he's sure you mean as like, a nudge on the shoulder or a slap on the back or a high five or a fist bump but it sure as fuck doesn't feel like that.

especially when your fingers stay there, suspended in position as you've fallen asleep almost instantly. like stick a fork in you, you're done.

which is a relief. because less movement from you means less focus on you, which means eddie can pretend to watch the movie and pray away the halfsie that is nestled at the back of your skull.

problem is, you're awfully hard to stop looking at.

as your breathing deepens, his fingers slow and he just... watches you. the ascent and descent of your chest. the soft flicker behind your eyelids. the way your mouth parts ever-so-slightly. you're exhausted, but you're relaxed and he-- alright, fucking shoot him, he feels a little responsible for that? a little proud, okay? you're never relaxed. you're so high strung and sharp, but the edges of that seem to dull around him a touch. especially on nights like these.

eddie finally deludes himself into chilling out enough to tune back into the warriors, and then you make a sound.

it's a soft one, but enough to pucker your lips out of shape.

"ohmm."

eddie freezes, jaw winching. your fingers flick involuntarily against his stomach-- a twitch. a very dangerous twitch.

you make another noise and fuck him, if it doesn't sound like the first delicious note of a whimper. oh god.

and his fingers are still tangled in your hair. ruffling a little, breathing out heavily through his nose, he goes, "lace-- lacy," but it's zero response from you. just a hitch in those eyebrows.

and so lazily, so feline, he feels you sleepily nudge into his touch. if he didn't know any better (he doesn't, for the record, he's never known anything in his life other than this moment, if you really want to know), he'd think that was a sign to... keep going.

digits move against your scalp and he watches, unblinking, as your lips part. a sigh flies out, and not the kind you make when you're fed up with him, not the kind you make when you get a less-than-perfect grade or snag your tights or have a headache... not that kind.

different. sweet. the way he though you might sound, once all those defenses were smashed down. how much is it to rent a bulldozer.

his dumbass, age-old pajama pants are tightening by the second and they don't hide a fuckin' thing. how are you not feeling this.

well, whether you are or you aren't, he's still moving his fingers through your hair and you seem to like that and he's so, so happy, like he's so, so stoked but-- watching the breath hitch in your chest, watching the way your tits kind of slope out of the neckline of your shirt, watching goosebumps flash across your skin.

jesus christ, he can see your nipples through that thin little top you're wearing. tight and pointed, an illusion through the slinky cotton and binding of your bra.

eddie's teeth tighten into his bottom lip, his free hand gripping the back of the couch. this symphony of quiet, broken sounds coming out of you is a full extended play in and of itself, and he wants you on repeat. forever.

your hips lift the tiniest fraction. your fingers, still curled up by his belly, stretch and catch at his t-shirt.

"oh, fuck," eddie breathes, hoping he's quiet enough.

he's doing everything, and he means everything, not to move his hips even one iota even though his cock is crying out-- crying out for you, for your hands, for your mouth, for the crook of your fucking arm, anything so long as it's you.

"mmnm," you mumble, completely unaware, thighs rubbing off one another.

aching. dashing a wet spot right under your pretty, brilliant, terrifying, pretty head.

oh, fucking wake up-- feel me-- but don't, because what if the illusion shatters, what if the bubble bursts, what if you see him for the filthy fucking pervert that he is, getting off on watching you sleep. stroking your hair, making you make those noises-- the fucking sounds coming from those pouted, pillowy lips of yours.

he throbs, and your other hand jerks up to your chest, and his thumb strokes the right side of your skull and you moan. full-bodied. almost real.

it's so dangerous. he wants to turn you over and plunge his cock past your smartass mouth and weaken immediately because you're you and he's him and he will end up begging you to let him gloss your lips with his cum.

too much! way too much! eddie has to bite down on the shoulder of his own shirt as his body tenses, his balls tighten, his vision blacks out--

his eyes squeeze shut, hand freezing on your head. moisture spreads like guilt across his conscience.

fuck. fuck. fuckfuckfuck!

eddie's eyes snap open and he doesn't waste a second of time. he grabs you by the shoulders and shoves you up and away from him.

"wmwhatthefuck--" "--gotta piss. move."

but he sorely underestimates just how dizzy he's going to be when he stands up. he stumbles to the bathroom like keith richards getting off a ride at six flags.

"eddie?" you huskily mumble after him, and he's like, ready to kill you. ready to kill you. ready to give you a home lobotomy so you never say his name all needy and crackly and lovely like that ever again.

when he eventually slinks back, different pants on this time, you give them a pointed look. you're all criss-cross applesauce on the couch and he, like, fucking hates you and wants to carry you to his bedroom bridal style and tear off your panties in a single mouthful.

"costume change?" you ask.

"you snore like a coal miner, you know that?"

eddie's never wanted to fuck a coal miner before.

#powder room talk #deadlynightshade-and-hyacinth #hai brainrot #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #so anyway i'm gonna eat some soup #l. doevski by powder

[calware]

hal practicing facial expressions in front of the mirror

#bonus points if it's in a powder room #powder rooms were practically designed to house emotional turmoil #homestuck #💾 #hal strider #autoresponder

[thenordroom]

50+ Rooms That Prove ‘The Unexpected Red Theory’ Really Works

#bathroom #interior #wallpaper #powder room

[monsterhigharchive]

Powder Room Playset & Draculaura Doll (2012)

Toys R Us Exclusive

#monster high #mh #monster high gen 1 #monster high generation 1 #dollblr #monster high dolls #playsets #dolls #fashion dolls #draculaura #powder room #2012 #toys r us

[andallshallbewell]

#interior decorating #interior design #powder room #bathroom #traditional

[ginger-by-the-sea]

#a jewel box of a powder room🩷

[thevisualvamp]

Light the candles

#interior design #powder room

[queernarchy]

something something the emotional divide between scary and the boys. being excited by the prospect of dming for her friends but unintentionally making the game so miserable that eventually they end up playing without her.

something something the role of isolation in manipulation, and scary becoming so disconnected from the world and other people that the question she asks at the prospect of something horrible happening to them or their families is "what's the big deal?"

something something the consistent clashing of scary, a kid unwilling to love or accept love, and normal, a kid who gives love so freely and wants nothing more than to receive it.

something something willy using lark, a kid so consumed with anger he could no longer feel love, against henry, too trusting and willing to forgive, to get to the doodler.

something something scary. fighting to be understood but hurting the people around her. just like lark. just like the doodler. and pushed farther and farther away from her friends until she's perfectly positioned for willy to use her against normal, to get to the doodler.

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #scary marlowe #normal oak #willy stampler #I DONT KNOW IF THIS MAKES SENSE BUT IM FEELING FEELINGS #just the relationship between scary and normal feels to me like a growing powder keg #every week it's just so sad that she cant connect no matter how much she wants to or how much space normal gives her #anyways willy is definitely gonna use her to get out of that room #also is anyone else scared for normal because like. knowing willy normal is kinda like. the only one he needs to find the anchors #and scary is more doodler and lark kin than normal dont @ me

[bublinko]

Natalia Kills / Teddy Sinclair / Cruel Youth black and white portrait drawing on paper Size: A4 #nataliakills #teddysinclair #cruelyouth #powderroom #perfectionist

#natalia kills #teddy sinclair #the powder room #cruel youth #perfectionist #trouble

[augustinewrites]

the fushigojo’s deciding to do elf on the shelf one year means they’re both waking up 30 seconds before the kids bcs they forgot to move it 😭

#fushigojo mom who is like the moms on tiktok #who do little footprints in powdered sugar or #spreads (a reasonable amount) of sprinkles across the counter #va gojo who throws it across the room or puts it on a high shelf #keeping up with the fushigojos #[—augustinechats]

[lanadelreyvisualaesthetics]

#cottage core #makeup #powder room