#no inbetween

[egophiliac]

Any thoughts on what Azul's sleepwear might be?

the problem is that I'm pretty sure 90% of the time Azul sleeps like this:

and sometimes like this:

which just leads to this:

[fieldofheathers-stuff]

I have recently rewatched my comfort movie (Avatar the way of water) and I firmly believe there should’ve been a post credit scene at the end of it.

Bonus Quaritch face studies under the cut because this man’s expressions are just PRICELESS

Thank you JimCam and Slang for supplying me with endless drawing practice material

[lillaray]

could u draw more Eepy mumscarian

Yah <3

[arttful-dodger]

Flambert gives off equally clingy

But Robert doesn’t want to be seen nor process that he’s clingy, so he distances himself publicly unless Flambae initiates.

And so Flambae, local 1+1=2, solves this by initiating…

Loads of things

Robert will be angry, grumbling away at his desk as he manages Z-team. And Flambae, going on his little break, sees Robert toying with his neck just trying to get it to pop or SOMETHING

just, wordlessly, heats himself up and massages Robert’s neck. Watching Robert work, brushing his hair to the side but it never follows; just like its owner.

He plays and manipulates and just keeps his eye on the screen like an iPad kid until Flambae’s watch or something goes off. And Flambae sucks his teeth, pats Robert’s shoulder, and leaves.

Flambae playing with Roberts hand as they hold hands walking together in the hall, because he’s bored.

Flambae draped along Robert’s back and over his seat like a sloth.

Flambae reaching an arm along Robert’s shoulders, playing with his hair lightly as they take their lunch together. Robert is probably eating something extra Flambae picked up because Robert’s poor. Robert of course insists he’s either fine or has enough money to operate a vending machine, and every time Flambae goes: “you don’t have a bed in your apartment.”

And Robert still doesn’t have an argument for that.

Overall, wordless intimacy.

And it happens like, every break and every shift. They can’t keep away—Robert wants to, so bad. But he can’t, he melts every time.

He’s in robot-man-operator heaven, and he would rather die than ever say no.

At home (more than likely Flambae’s house let’s be real—) Robert is so liberal with his touch. Istg, 16th century England would see that boy touch and kiss and call him THE harlot among harlots.

Exposed ankle? Arm? Baby, he’s got his mitts all over it. And because of his own chronic pain, he’s got massages and mindless circles down pat.

He’s just straight up an artist.

At work, onlookers would be all like “isn’t Flambae doing too much? I mean, Robert never is all over him like that.”

And Flambae has to take everything in himself not to, A. Admit he’s eavesdropping and B. Be like. “As if I could ever be worse than him at being clingy. At that point? I would have to be wearing his skin to get even close.”

[ourstarman]

Wolfstar with a record collection. Peter with a mug collection. Lily with a book collection. James with 100 different collections that he only occasionally remembers about but refuses to give away because he's too emotionally attached/sentimental too loose them

[idontcaboose]

Luthor's Cricket part 9

Previous. Masterpost

Lex was surprised. Working with Phantom was surprisingly easy. For a teen, he knew plenty about governments and lawmaking, how a voter base would take some wording, and another would take others. He did request a computer and other materials to study this world's history and laws. Lex did have to control the mouse and navigate websites, as the ghost could not use electronics without draining the battery instantly, but the kid had valuable insight as to why things in history happened. Lex didn't even feel annoyed at having to notate the teens' thoughts on his laptop.

“How do you know all of this Phantom?” Lex finally asked.

“Hm? Oh, you know, you pick up some things when you are labeled as a non sentient being that just mimics human consciousness.” Phantom stated with complete nonchalance.

Lex slammed his hands on the table. “WHAT!?”

Phantom jumped at the noise.

“What do you mean? It has been obvious you are sentient and sapient! Who are these people, are they in this dimension? If they are I will help you sue them for slander-”

“Lex!” Phantom yelled to stop the man, softer he continued. “Lex, they do not exist anymore. They are from my home dimension and have long since passed. There is nothing you can do.” Phantom whispered the last part.

Lex huffed. “I do not believe that anyone could have one conversation with you and not think that you are a sapient creature. Human is debatable, but you are an intelligent being. Even if I hate Kal-El, he is an ‘intelligent’ being, if not a particularly bright one.”

Phantom smiled. “Thank you Lex, but it's very late, you should probably get to bed.”

Lex started and looked at his watch, it was 12:48 am. It had been a long day.

“Very well, you remember where the spare room is?” Lex asked.

“Ya, even though I don't need sleep, it's appreciated.” Phantom sighed.

As soon as Lex's door closed he panicked.

“Oh lord, I have a child now.”

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[narrativelogicofbyler]

i genuinely don’t know what game they think they’re playing anymore. either byler is being positioned for the most earth shattering, narratively earned endgame a show has ever set up… or it’s heading towards one of the biggest cases of queerbait in the last decade. there is no middle ground with the way the text has been structured.