I am the vampire Madeleine Eparvier. And my immortal companion is Claudia. My coven is Claudia.
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I am the vampire Madeleine Eparvier. And my immortal companion is Claudia. My coven is Claudia.
when the bf insists on going to a college party only to conk out on the designated jacket-chair in the corner, so you get called to go pick him up
Sleep-deprived-stiles falling asleep in inopportune places and long-suffering derek picking him up and lugging him home, my beloved 🫶
Inspired by Oblivious Misadventures, and Other Such Tales by @always-the-little-spoon, that does this trope beautifully along with an oblivious Scott as outsider POV - what's not to like!
What was supposed to just be a little add-on that took on a life of it's own, so it gets its own post instead: [part 2]
Bradley Bradshaw & Jake Seresin – Top Gun: Maverick (2022)
There is no better friend than Danny Ramirez
when you let the adhd human fidget with your hand to keep him focused on the pack meeting but now that's all you can focus on bc you're a touch-starved little man
haven't had a lot of time to draw lately and been bouncing between wayy too many different projects without finishing anything so here's something a little less refined 🫶
Oh, to be crushed underneath your werewolf boyfriend 💭
The first time Stiles kisses Derek, it’s an accident.
Kind of.
He meant to say something cool, maybe make a dumb joke about werewolf pheromones or the full moon doing something to him - but instead, he just… kissed him.
In the middle of the loft. Mid argument. Mid sentence.
Derek freezes. Stiles panics.
“I - I didn’t mean to do that,” Stiles blurts. “Okay, that’s a lie. I definitely meant to, but not like that. Not mid ‘you're being emotionally unavailable again, Derek,’ because wow, what a mood killer, right? And-”
“Stiles.”
Stiles snaps his mouth shut.
Derek’s looking at him like he’s something wild and untouchable and also the only thing keeping him grounded.
“I’m crazy about you,” Derek says simply.
Stiles blinks. “What.”
“I have been. For a long time.”
“Oh.”
Beat.
“Wait, like…crazy crazy?”
Derek smiles - actually smiles - and takes a step closer. “Like, can’t-think-straight-when-you’re-around, your-voice-is-my-favorite-sound, I’d-follow-you-into-a-burning-building crazy.”
Stiles, for once in his life, has no words.
So he kisses him again.
This time, totally on purpose.
And Derek kisses him back like he’s been waiting forever.
Because he kind of has.
“Do you want to have dinner with me?”
Bradley chews his bottom lip, a nervous tick Jake’s learned. His eyes dart towards the door, which is thankfully closed. “Like as friends?”
“Like a date,” Jake corrects.
The smile that blooms across Bradley’s face is shyer than Jake has ever seen – it would be amusing on a man in his thirties, except Jake sees fragments of the odd childhood pictures Bradley has on his desk and feels a sudden, overwhelming need to protect the sight.
The confidence comes a beat later, pleased, as if Bradley’s been biding his time. “Oh, finally?”
“Finally,” Jake snorts, “Yeah, yeah. You were waiting for me to take the bait, I know.”
“Just a little,” Bradley admits. “Figured if I bat my eyes a few more times, you’d finally take me home.”
Derek: If I die, would you remarry? Stiles: If you die, I'm putting the romance in necromancy and bringing you back. Derek: Are you really performing dark rituals to keep me alive? Stiles: I said "I do" through sickness and in health, and I meant that as a threat.
SEBASTIAN STAN as BUCKY BARNES THUNDERBOLTS*
I HAVE SEEN IT AND I LOVE IT AND YELENA AND BUCKY AND AVA AND ALEXI ANDBOB!!!
John Walker can still kick rocks though.
NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.
(before a mission)
Hangman: If you die out there, I’ll kill you.
Rooster: How could -?
Maverick( who has experience with angry blonde men): - No no no, don’t correct him. Trust me. DO NOT CORRECT HIM…
you make me wanna make you fall in love
Bradley handed the stick to Javy and perched on a stool at the high-top table. “Heard it’s a category four, yet all I see is a ten is a good line.”
“It’s really not.” Nat leaned against the pool table, beer in hand. “Trust me, I was there. Jake told him as much, and then lit into him about how it was a category three and the importance of the distinction.”
“He just didn’t see my charm, yet,” Bradley said.
“So, what did you do?” Fanboy asked, amused.
Bradley shrugged and popped a peanut into his mouth. “Bought him a burrito.”
Or, in the words of @halestrom, the birder nerd jake and his beefy naval husband bradley fic
(this one goes out to @halestrom and @lucyybradford)
you make my motor run
Bradley cuts himself off and whips his head around to the bothersome black Mustang. The hood is popped, and Jake is sitting half inside his car, half out of it, ready to press his foot on the gas.
“Sorry, Bradshaw!” Jake calls out, a smug look on his face as he gestures to the two girls standing next to him. “Had to show ‘em what a real engine sounds like. Carry on.”
Bradley rolls his eyes and turns back to Ron. “Thanks, Ron. I really appreciate—”
The engine revs again.
“I really feel like I’m keeping their memory alive—”
And again.
- A car show rivals au by hrtofglss
Glen Powell (discussing a movie role):.. If I have a love interest, I have to have a moment where we share The Look™️
Movie Exec: What look? Glen:
in order to not succumb to sex negative conservatism you have to accept that people will get off to things that are upsetting to you. and you cannot assume anything about what they have or have not experienced, what they do or do not believe, and how they act based solely on what gets them off. even if it's extremely confusing and disturbing to you. there are people who have only ever had heterosexual vanilla sex in missionary with the lights off, who actively contribute to more real world harm than your average fetish artist. kink is not a reliable source of information on someone's moral standing. it just feels good to think that way.
#conflating sexuality with morality is purity culture working on such a small level we don’t even realize it sometimes
hey friends you know you can just reblog this post without commenting right. like the point of this post is about confronting sex negativity within yourself because it's dangerous to internalize. you don't need to add on your assurances that while you may tolerate sex freaks, you DEFINITELY aren't one!!!!!!!!!!! like it's not actually necessary. maybe be brave and just reblog a post about kink without immediately rushing to distance yourself from kinksters.
you also don't need to add on your passive aggressive comments about x situation in which someone used sex positivity to try and justify being an asshole. that's obviously not what this post is about. i frankly don't know what you want me to say about that.