#they're so.

[dandp]

Extended cut of Happy Birthday for those interested in Dan telling Phil to be a good boy (x)

[gideonisms]

If my only peer was so obsessed with keeping me around that she had foiled over 80 escape attempts, I too might come to the logical conclusion that I was hot shit

[imhyperfixatingrn]

Dandadan Pangkey. Doodles.

[unicornachos2]

"I fear I may have taken something from you."

"Oh. Good. I'm glad"

[computer-bouquet]

ok ok ok so brad walks up. hands david a drink. "just looking to have a good time tonight." grabs the pool cue out of david's hand. smiles to himself when david says this was supposed to be his coming out party. fixes those big brown eyes on david's face to watch him as he talks.

and then if that wasn't enough. it's all immediately followed up with the fruitiest little smirk. the most homosexual hand flourishes ever to grace my television screen. what the fuck was that

[red-dragon-archiefiend]

sharkbaitposting. my toxic trait is i know it doesn't count as an i love you. i count teh "i wanted to see your future with you" as basically a love confession. like on its own it's a really sweet sentiment but it's like. with the full context of all they'e been through and also that shark is usually a tsundere and it's. heartbreaking. he really loved yuma and wanted to stay by his side, even after forcing himself to be enemies with him for barian world. it's. Augh.

[fooltofancy]

i dunno i dunno shb ilya/thancred momence

"nothing?" thancred's voice is a growl ilya feels deep in his chest as the hand that isn't braced against the headboard above him closes decisively around his throat, and he can't help but welcome the pressure - doesn't want to breathe, much less answer, doesn't want to feel the moment break as it always does, falling apart into something empty and cold and inevitable. "what would it fucking take," he rasps between thrusts, "to break your twelve's damned composure?"

despite himself ilya does consider: what would it take? who? very little feels. violence, sometimes. this. presses into the hand, relishing the way thancred's fingers clench involuntarily as he moves. "say what you mean for once," he whispers roughly into the air between them, "and we'll see." the way his heart clenches when he lets go, brow furrowing with what might be disappointment, is probably bitterness. he rides the wave of hurt much like he rides the wave of pain, chasing both over the crest into something like pleasure as thancred fucks him soundly into the bed. and yet.

with thancred settling quiet and heavy over him, he can almost pretend that reality won't reassert itself. it can just be the familiar ache of exertion, thancred's breath slowing in the hollow of his throat, the light eating away at him body and soul held, barely, at bay by what's easy. the anger, and what comes after that's more difficult to forgive.