who is more embarrassing
liam
niall

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who is more embarrassing
liam
niall
Art collab with the amazing @nickyyyy (Whom you should definitely follow!)!! She did Luz and the shading, and I did Amity and the background!
#many realizations of eleanor shellstrop about the “fake” good place
I was tagged by @prouvaires-paintbrush to make a moodboard of pictures in my cameraroll (I’ve never made a mood board!!!)
I’ll tag @wanttodrawmothsfrommemory @i-am-an-adult-i-swear @softgrantaire @deboracabral if you guys feel up to sharing ❤️💚
I call this, Red... and a little bit of orange on that Dicks sign that looked red when I was making it.
Malec Drabble
The pause. This split second of holding his breath before a warm smile is spreading across Magnus' face. When due to all he had been through it is still so hard to believe that this is real. Here. Now. Them. Together. But he does. Every time a little quicker, making that pause right after Alec has used the word 'home' when arriving at Magnus' place shorter. Causing an unspeakably warm feeling in the Warlock‘s heart. Full of love and gratitude. For the man that gave so much more than he took. For the wonderful Nephilim he called his. For Alexander.
James/Thomas peach verse
He was shivering. There were three sensations at once; the steady heat from the fireplace, the cold damp from his rain-soaked body, and Thomas’s soft palms, running up his bare chest and back down again, soothing him. James shuddered involuntarily. Thomas smiled down at him, dimples forming in the corner of his mouth as his hands lingered over his nipples. He traced the lines of his muscles, tickling over James’s reddish hair. Then his lips echoed the motions—warm and wet—and that too sent him to shuddering. He made a small sound in his throat as Thomas’s hand wondered more passionately over him, rubbing between his legs. Everywhere the hands went they stripped away the chill the rain had left, until he only felt the warmth from the fire and from his lover’s body over him. James clung to it all, lifting his legs to trap Thomas’s body in-between as Thomas took off his shirt and pressed himself close over him, until all traces of the cold were gone.
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