#(series

[rauko]

M.C. Escher | METAMORPHOSIS II (1940)

woodcut print in red and black, 19.2cm x 400cm

[sugar-petals]

modern media in a nutshell

[stevesgother]

sorry thinking about having to sit in steve’s lap during group car rides because robin gets her license and can’t afford anything but a beater volkswagon that doesn’t fit everyone inside of it

maybe the road gets bumpy or your jostling because eddie said something that made you laugh. and steve is in literal purgatory hell because he can smell your natural scent mixing with your perfume and it’s killing him!! he’s fighting off his boner like this life depends on it :(

you keep leaning back to whisper inside jokes into his ear and the way your breath feels on his face gives him goosebumps. thank god it’s dark in the car because he’s certainly embarrassingly red by now

all his senses are honed in on you: the way your laugh sounds, the way you smell, the skin of your arm touching the skin of his and if he lets himself, he can see a bit of your cleavage over your shoulder and oh no. oh god. the dreadful boner

you can feel it almost immediately against your ass. normally, with any other guy and in any other circumstance, you might’ve been offended. but with steve, you’d almost hoped for it when you decided it was his lap you wanted to sit on tonight

the others don’t notice you shift in his lap to face him better, still not straddling but capable of looking him in the eye. he’s looking at you like you’re about to tear him a new asshole— wet, hazel eyes glaring up at you

you throw an arm lazily over his shoulder, threading a hand through his hair and he lets out a whimper so quiet that even you could barely hear it over the sound of the engine

“it’s okay, stevie,” you murmur low in his ear. he shivers

“i’m—sorry—i don’t know why—“

“hey. it’s okay.”

he nods at your reassurance, trance-like, mouth slightly agape. He breathes, “I just—don’t want you to think—“

“do you think about me like this all the time, steve?” you murmur with your head tilted inches from his face

“no! no— i—“

“do you think about what i look like underneath my clothes when you touch yourself at night?” you ask him this right into the shell of his ear, “all alone and pent up?”

“ohmygod—“ he almost moans

“we’re here!” robin announces from the front seat. the engine cuts and the cabin lights turn on and steve is snatched very suddenly from his hypnosis; his cheeks a very bright crimson

“c’mon,” you smile sweetly but squeeze his shoulder in a way that says: this isn’t over

[90s-kid-sad-adult]

lie to me

[serializing]

The Amazing Digital Circus - Ep 7: Beach Episode

[knight-river]

Don't forget that it's canon that Will imagined dates with Mike

[dailyflicks]

#we are so back