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simon who offers you his lap to sit in when there’s not enough chairs at the bar the lot of you are at.

simon whose hand is placed on your lower back to ‘make sure you don’t fall back’.

simon who notices you aren’t focusing on soaps storytelling because you can feel his hand as he slides it closer to your ass.

simon who follows you when you quickly excuse yourself to the washroom.

simon who sits you on the sink and slowly slides his hand up your thigh, moving the fabric of your dress up.

simon who eats you out right there while you tug at his hair and squeeze his head between your thighs but he’s not one to complain, especially when he loves it.

simon who says he isn’t hungry when the squad orders food because he “had something better earlier”.

Thinking about

Husband!Price who is so horribly, atrociously down bad for his wife. Like loves her more than breathing. She’s just had their first baby and poor girl is DEPRESSED about how her body looks. She’s been hiding herself from John because she’s afraid he won’t like her anymore, but my man is NOT having that. Maybe some angst to comfort to smut if you’re comfortable??🥰

of course! i believe with my entire ass that price is the biggest simp for his wife. the only ex he's ever had, ex-gf and ex-fiancee turned wife. so if you ask him then that's all he's gonna bring up bc you're his one and only. so of course he's going to notice if there's something amiss in his wife's attitude :(

he'd probably have taken the baby to play with while he can make sure mama gets her rest. but the baby falls asleep on him fast since they love being cuddled up against his big, warm chest. so when he tries to sneak back into the bedroom to put the baby down (bc mans would not let the baby out of his sight and if it wants to sleep, it can do so under his watchful eye), he catches you standing up and trying to get dressed instead of sleeping. he's about to just walk in until he hears you huff and let out a little cry.

and that's when he realizes that you've angled yourself in front of the mirror while pulling at your skin to reveal the stretch marks you've gotten from the pregnancy. sees how you've thrown a bunch of your maternity wear onto the ground. the most recent addition being the sleep shirt you were just wearing, one that john had bought you, as you crumple it into a ball and sigh angrily. you hated how it looked on you, or rather, how you looked.

and it absolutely broke his heart to see his wife so upset over her changed appearance. but in his eyes it made you glow so much! :( the mother of his child, his wife, his little love. ugh! of course he'd have to do something about it. and for the first time, john sets the baby down in nursery crib instead of in bed between you two.

"whatchu up to, lovie?" john's voice rumbles into the quiet room. and just makes his way over to you in hugs you from behind so he can watch your face in the mirror. he can see the way you're trying to cover up. which is a hard feat when he's already got you wrapped up in his arms.

"where's the baby?" you stutter out.

"'n the nursery. decided it's probably good to get some crib time. and i wanted to spend time with my wife." you melt into his arms, but the insecurities stay solid within you. he sees the way you can't meet his face and glance at your figure as it shows through the gaps of his arms.

he hums as he watches those wandering eyes. as much as he wants to believe it's because of those beefy arms around your waist, he knows better. instead just starts kissing the side of your face, then down your neck and to your shoulders.

"what are you doing, john?" you ask while resting palms over the backs of his hands. he rubs his face into your neck and hums, casually glancing up at you in the reflection.

"loving on my wife. why? got a problem with it?" he smiles and then rests his chin on your shoulder. starts to roam his hands over your body. it makes you squeal since you're wearing only panties right now, having been caught changing by him.

"john!"

he silences you by using a hand to turn you to kiss him. he presses a sweet, tender kiss to you. much like the ones he gives you when saying hello in the mornings and when he comes home. and his eyes? oh, they look at you with so much adoration. a dopey smile on his face and cheeks flushed as he takes you in.

"god, i'm in love with you. you know that?" he whispers to you. he then turns you back to the mirror so you can look at yourself. he rests his hands on your hips so you aren't hidden by his arms anymore. "you're perfect. don't matter what you looked like then and now and then after. love this beautiful body, love this warm heart, love this fantastic mind. i love this beautiful woman." he squeezes gently at your hips and hums behind you. it makes you tear up a bit and then he gently pushes you towards the bed.

"where are we-"

"can i show you how much i love you? how obsessed i am with you?" he asks you, eyes determined to do just that. it has you choking on your words and you're already sitting on the edge of the bed as he strips himself of his shirt already. you don't have too much of a fight in you as he crawls over you and kindly pushes you down, a hand cradling your face.

"but, john. don't i look... weird? we can wait a little longer and i can start trying to go to the gym."

"we can work out just fine by doing this," he teases with a slight smirk. he raises his eyebrows provocatively and it has you flushing even more.

"but i look-"

"like a goddess, love. s'nothing i don't love about you." he kisses you sweetly and then settles his weight a little more on you, shifting between your legs and wrapping them around his waist. "and i mean it. nothing i don't love 'bout you."

"john," you whisper out, but he kisses you again. keeps kissing you until the doubt about your own body starts to melt away because you're too focused on how his hands lovingly trace up and down your sides.

"c'mon, my sweet wife. you look amazing like this."

it makes you sigh a little, as if finally giving into his wishes. but it does warm your heart at how earnest he is. and not a shred of doubt in the look he gives you. but you're pretty sure there's a little bit of hunger in them.

"but i just gave birth."

"never looked better." he grins and rakes his eyes down your body. now you're pretty convinced. and if you weren't before, you can visibly see the way his boxers shift on their own. "in fact, what if you give me another one. bet you'll look like a dream."

John Price who makes excuses to come see you when everyone knows exactly why he always spends his time with you

John Price who is always taking you to get dinner or drinks “just to catch up, love”

John Price who is always a gentleman, but always stands a little too close when he’s talking to you

John Price who never takes his eyes off of you when you’re in a room with him

John Price who can’t help but trail his gaze up your body every time he sees you

John Price who always notices the way you lean into his touch and shiver when he whispers in your ear

John Price who can’t remember the last time he fell for someone like this

John Price who is determined to make you his

Three Simple Words [Slaxl]

BCDXUGFCGCHG I FORGOT I WROTE THIS AND I'M CRYING

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"Slash?" Axl whisper- yelled "slash, are you awake?"

No response.

They had been dating for almost 7 months now, and yet no one had managed to let go those three simple words. The words lingered on thier tounges like a sweet taste, begging to be let go, but they both thought it would be too early and didnt want to scare the other off. Meanwhile on this cold night axl had gathered all his courage to say it, even if slash wasnt awake to hear.

He sighed. "I love you...." he said under his breath, taking time to admire the younger males facial features. With those words spilling out of his mouth he felt freed.

The next day slash woke up first, but decided to stay by his lovers side. Axl arose with a loud yawn, streching his arms up high.

"Goodmorning." He smiled rubbing his eye tierdly

Slash just greeted him with a sudden passtionate kiss, placing his hands on either side of his face.

"Wha- what was that for?" Axl laughed lazily.

"i love you too." Slash breathed

"Oh... you heard that..." axl said embarrassed, as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Yeah..." slash went to answer but was interupted with a pair of soft plump lips on his.

this meme is not relevant anymore but i wanted to do it anyway.

Hello! I’m back~ This time with Dee and Lif being cute together 🖤

This… is stupid, but you know what, it delighted me to draw and that’s the most important thing <3

Okay but ghost who is turned on by the size difference between you two. Ghost who notices one day that maybe your forearm and his dick are about equal lengths and thickness. Now he can’t stop imagining the bulge it would create in your tummy when he fucks you slow and deep. Ghost, who is guilty of manspreading whenever you walk into the room and lives for the blush that paints your cheeks as you notice his size, and he can’t help but puff his chest up with pride. Omg or ghost who remains unbeatable when you two spar, pinning you down on the mats so easily it’s laughable, pushing his pelvis into yours as one hand holds both your wrists above your head and he is absolutely living for the doe eyed look you give him from underneath. Just giving you my ghost brainrot of the hour lmao

His brain short-circuits when his whole hand easily fits around your wrist. He stops you from grabbing something and something thrums through him at the difference in size, but it digs in when he notices how wide your eyes go. Just staring down at his gloved hand on your wrist.

It's even worse if Ghost notices how much his fingers overlap around your ankle when he's pulling you back down the bed when you try to crawl away. He loves the way your breath hitches when your fingers barely touch after wrapping around his cock. When his boots frame your feet when he's fucking you from behind, it makes his blood pressure spike to see the two side by side.

He always makes you sit down first whenever you go out for a drink or stop at a diner for food. That way he's the first thing anyone sees before their eyes fall on you, and they never get too interested if they register the sheer size of him first. Their eyes sort of glance off you after that.

So no ones gonna talk about this post from heavy’s Instagram ? No one is gonna comment on how Dee and Heavy found their fathers old clothes in CHES’ closet ? no one ?

Reblog to give mutuals a break from whatever they're been going through

😭❤️

Trans masc lif!!!

soldier boy *is back* homelander: so noir, you’re sticking with me right? we’re together in this, pal. *walks away* black noir:

Uncommon Intimacy

Black Noir x Female Reader

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Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) 

Dirty talk, praise kink, male and female masturbation, phone sex/sexting, descriptions/mentions of oral (m and f receiving), sub/dom dynamics, established relationship, some fluffies, ASL usage.

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A/N: Baby baby BABY I MISSED YOUUUU

Also, thank you @thesleepingmusicneek for beta-reading 😊❤️

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“Noir, baby,” Huffing out a dramatic breath, you toss your head back. “Please.”

Pathetic in nature, both your small sound and theatrical movement, you know it does nothing to win him over. Noir’s shoulders jerk slightly, rising and falling from the humor he finds in your current state. But he doesn’t judge you, he adores you.

“Baby, can I take off my panties?”

Lifting your head, you’re met with the incredibly erotic sight of him, yet again. Sitting in that black office chair, surrounded by nothing but the basic amenities of his hotel room. As usual, that second skin is on, his hardened suit and sleek, black armor. Although, one piece is missing. 

“Please?” Asking again, your eyes focus on his hands, watching intently.

He’s made himself comfortable, laying back in the chair and slouching slightly as he touches himself. Noir always started out with a gradual pace, fisting himself with long, slow strokes. He looks so full, and if you watch for long enough, you’re sure to see him throb. His tip is already leaking, small droplets of precum sliding down his shaft in a way that makes your mouth water. And you stare openly, wantonly; you’ve missed him far too much to be shameful of your needs.

“Don’t you want to see me?” You plead, breathing heavily. You’re rubbing your palm over the space between your legs, he’d allowed that much. The only fabric between you and your hand is that of your panties and it makes you ache, the wet spot on the very center of them only growing with each passing moment. 

“Don’t you want to see how wet you make me?” 

At this, Noir tilts his head. You should know taunting doesn’t work on him. 

With a defeated and aggravated sigh, you throw your head back again. Even when you’re not looking at him, you can hear the subtle squelch as he moves his hand. Using his gloved thumb, he spreads the clear liquid around his head, taking advantage of the natural lubrication as he speeds up his motions, drawing your attention again. 

“Baby…” 

Reaching down with his other hand, Noir cups his scrotum, rolling the tender flesh in his palm while his head drops back with a light groan. He does this while he continues to fist himself, his hips bucking slightly from the stimulation. 

Tonight’s call started with just a few small texts; you telling Noir how much you missed him, asking about the conference and what he had been up to. 

Shifting slightly, he readjusts in his chair, slouching back more and in turn shoving his hips closer to the screen. His head is still back, both hands continuing to work his most sensitive parts. And he does it all through his laptop, touching himself while you watch through your screen. 

You’re aching for something and still, you wait for him, you’re always such a good girl for him. Whatever he asked of you, you did. You touched him just how he liked, when he liked. You undressed yourself when told to, you touched your tits when told to, you pushed one and then two fingers past your slippery lips when he told you to. And when you’re like this, it makes him proud. 

Helplessly, you whimper, inadvertently pulling him back to the most magnificent memories. You’d been apart for weeks and on nights where you fell asleep before he came back to his hotel room, they’re all he was left with when allowing himself release. He never liked to look at any pictures or videos that weren’t of you. There was one specific memory that he’d gone back to far more than the others; the night you had together before he left. He’d stripped you bare, cupping your tits until he nodded at you, telling you to lay down and play with them. It intrigued Noir, seeing how you liked to be touched. He grabbed your thighs while you did it, wrenching them apart before his fingers played with your lips. Specifically though, he’s thinking about what happened before this, just before he’d pulled you into your bedroom to have you. When he got home that day, you were already waiting for him. You’d been dressed in a simple, black lingerie set he’d bought you a while back; it’s his favorite one, it looks stunning on you. The sight alone made his knees weak, and when you took him by the hand to lead him over to the couch, he all but crumbled at your feet. He sat back, legs spread wide while you removed the armor around his pelvis. One of your best sexual talents was oral, he’d never met anyone who swallowed him like you do. And you loved to play with his balls, too, not dissimilar to the way he’s playing with them now. You loved to hold them while you sucked on his tip, fondle them with your fingers and palm while going down on him. One of his favorite moves was when you lowered yourself to suck on them, jerking him off in your hand while staring up at his mask. That always made him cum, and thinking about it now makes his hips rut up into the hole of his fist.

Noir can see the dampness on your panties when he lifts his head, groaning when he watches you rub yourself again. It seemed a little oldschool, but Noir loved doing this on your laptops; it gave him the quickest opportunity to send a message if and when he wanted to. Which he does right now.

Wider.

“Yeah? You want to see more?” Tilting your head with a small, almost bashful grin, Noir watches as your legs shift. But they don’t spread.

Impatiently, he releases himself, now using his hands to communicate with you. He often did this when becoming irritated, at least in these situations. He wasn’t asking anymore, he was demanding. And while Noir lacked the ability to offer facial expressions, using his hands to communicate could still be effective in certain instances. Repeating the word with his physical motions, Noir brings both fists toward each other, his pointer knuckles extended a bit. His left hand is then sternly dragged away, almost as if he were pulling an invisible string straight across his chest.

It makes you shiver, seeing his biceps bulge from it, those gloves fingers wrapping around himself as he settles down again. Doing as he says, you part your legs, now wide enough for him to fully see your dripping secret. And as soon as you do it, he’s grabbing himself with both hands, chest tightening from your promiscuous act. Running two fingers down your center, you can practically see Noir’s moan, can see the heavy dip in his chest as it runs up through his throat. He then takes one hand away, keeping one on his cock while gently squeezing the tip.

“Baby, I love watching you do this…” 

For someone that didn’t speak, Noir was surprisingly good at dirty talk. The messages he sent you made you wet for him daily, and it also helped with getting to know what he liked. For instance, you know he likes when you play with your wetness, showing him what he’s done to you. He likes seeing the clear strings connecting your fingertips to your pussy when you finally pull them away. He loves seeing your ass, seeing it move and jiggle, watching you bend over and feeling it slap against his pelvis when you ride him. Noir also liked when you whined, he told you how tiny and helpless it made you sound. 

For just a second, Noir lifts his dominant hand, leaving himself completely unattended. His erection sits against his armored stomach, twitching once while it waits. Briefly, you wonder what he’s doing, but then you hear him spit. The sound is forceful and wet, and when his hand returns, you can see the saliva on his glove. Your airy moan hits the air when he does it, watching his fingers wrap around his swollen length once again. But then he sighs, the end of it turning into a dark groan. Moving backwards slightly, he allows you to see him fully. While he’s still entirely suited, there’s something different about seeing all of him on the screen. The breath he inhaled is released slowly, firmly, his head tilting down as his eyes zero in on you. The air of your encounter shifts. 

“C… can I?” You repeat, this request more timid than the ones before. His gaze is no less than terrifying and intimidating. 

Noir waits for a moment, and so do you, before he finally nods. All at once, relief and excitement flood your body. While pulling your legs up you also reach down, grabbing your panties and sliding them down your legs. You make a little show out of it, your happy smirk visible as you remove them slowly, much slower than he would have done himself. And when they’re off entirely, you plant your feet on either side of the keyboard, displaying your center perfectly. 

Beneath his mask, your lover’s teeth dig into his bottom lip. You’re fucking dripping for him. Your lips are shiny and pink, and he knows you must taste like heaven right now. Usually, you smelled like it too. 

“Thank you,” Comes your breathy expression of gratitude, fingers swirling around your little, reddened bud.

At this point, your eyelids are dipping, only able to focus on the screen while pleasure and excitement begin to consume you. And you know exactly what he means when his next message comes through.

Let me see it.

The laugh you exhale is light and playful, keeping your eyes on him while dipping a single finger inside. And as soon as your expression changes, he rolls his eyes, head lolling to the side.  Removing your finger, you slide them over the seam of your sex before pulling them away, showing him the glistening strands. Christ, you looked so magnificent like this.

“Baby,” Your sudden whine prompts his head to shoot up, looking directly into your eyes. “I miss you, miss having you in my mouth.”

At this, his hand picks up again, moving quicker than before. His deep groans and shallow grunts now begin filtering through the speakers of your laptop, a subtle prompt for you to continue. 

“Love the way you taste on my tongue…” Gently, you rub yourself, applying light pressure in the exact way he would. 

And it’s true, having Noir in your mouth made you satisfied like nothing else. The taste of him on your tongue, his girth weighing heavy as it leaked into your throat… his smell just beneath your nose, thick patches of curls tickling your face whenever you choked. And more often than not, he’d hold you there, only needing one hand to keep you in place. 

In a display of weakness, of emotional vulnerability, Noir whines. His free hand lifts, pointing to his chest and then his chin, before extending that same finger out to you. And inside, your heart bursts for him. He misses you.

“Tell me, baby.”

I mis ur beautifl mouth

His words make you grin - you know when there are errors in his typing, it just means he’s losing focus, getting too wrapped up in the moment, in whatever wondrous activity he’s doing with you. In your mind, it’s almost like he’s stuttering. 

“Ugh,” With soft motions, you sway your hips, sliding a second finger inside and trying to reach as deep as you can. 

Sometimes, Noir could be so sweet with you. He has a plentiful amount of loving nicknames that he used regularly with you. And when he was home, he was ever the doting partner. Everything you could ever want, he gave you. But more important than that, Noir gave you his time, his patience, his love. Things that ran low within him. But he saved every ounce of those traits for you, only you. 

“I need you.”

Soon.

Your lover’s moans then become louder, longer, pumping himself with a rapid fist while watching your fingers disappear between your legs. He can see the tendons in your arm flex when you curl them, the ripple in your thighs when they tense. And he wants nothing more than to grab them, squeeze your sweet flesh and smack your ass until it’s tingly and red.

“Ngh,” 

The sounds Noir makes force your heart rate to skyrocket, and you wish so desperately he were here to feel it, hear it. Noir loved to nuzzle into your neck, rub his nose over your pulse point and listen to your natural reactions with his heightened senses. Moments such as those created a safe space for uncommon intimacy between the two of you.

Want my mout on yyo

“I want that, baby. Fuck, I miss you. I want you so bad, Nori. I’ve really needed you.”

And when he hears these words, hears the emotion behind them, he almost can’t get to the keys fast enough.

I know baby. I know. I’m here, and I’ll be home soon

Home, the space you share with him, the space that lets your walls fall. Not just your own but his; that scary demeanor, cold and dark and ruthless to most. A terrifying shadow but to you, he’s your shadow, your protector and lover and everything good this world has to offer. When Noir is with you, it’s easy to feel safe and cared for; doting on you comes naturally to him.

“Promise?” 

In response, your love lifts his left pointer finger to his covered lips. Then, he brings that same hand down to his other, landing on its open palm in a chop-like motion.

“I love you.”

I love you sweetheart

And then, there’s a pause. The heavy rise and fall of his chest draws your attention, his deep breath, the way his fist tightens around his shaft. 

Now, let’s see my princess cum.

Thank you for ready lovelies!

Some noteworthy considerations...

I am very new to ASL (American Sign Language), but thought introducing it with Noir would be an interesting way to not only be more inclusive to my audience, but to challenge my writing style, too. Please let me know if I got anything wrong, or if you think I could have described something better in a different way! I want to be respectful to the Deaf Community and ASL users as a whole!

Lastly, all ASL interpretation pictures were made by me 😊

I would immediately ask him the stupidest questions. “Did you have toilets back then?” “Do you know what an oven is?” “Things must’ve been great before guns were invented, huh?”

Erik Destler Jealousy HC's

SFW

Erik is a very sensitive person. He is needy, somewhat greedy when it comes to having your attention. Small things can set him off. Not looking at him when he's talking? He sighs. Not listening to his newest song? He is frustrated and shows it. He craves your attention. Validation. He needs everything.

If a person is the cause of his jealousy then you'll probably see a side of him you don't like.

Erik is a control freak by nature. (When it comes to you) He rarely feels comfortable with you leaving his lair. On the times you do leave - you can bet he is watching from the shadows.

He is insanely protective. This adds to the jealousy.

He can't control his impulsive behavior. Both of you hate that. The amount of deaths caused by his jealousy is honestly embarrassing and sad.

NSFW

Sex with Erik can go two ways. He isn't really in the mood often (most of his moods are depressing) but if he feels like he is losing you to someone else he'll use his typical tactics from the past to seduce you.

One way sex can go with Erik - soft and sensual, careful and passionate. The other way sex can go with Erik - rough and fueled by rage and/or jealousy. Both are satisfying in the end.

It doesn't matter how the sex started. At the end he acts the same. He is emotional and clingy. Very good with aftercare. He adores taking care of you. And if you return the same treatment he'll probably cry.

Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.

Of fucking course

What sick bastard doesn’t

Hobie x miles headcannons?????

Ahhhhhh yes I shall!!!!! I'm imagining Miles just being a complete goofball and a nervous wreck around Hobie fhdjsdfgdhjs. so cute

Pairings: Hobie Brown x Miles Morales

Warnings: None

Words: 679

Note: It said Hobie was either 16 or 19, so in this he's 16.

Hobie Brown x Miles Morales Headcanons

Hobie definitely found it really adorable how Miles was nervous around him, especially when they met.

Always rubbing the back of his neck, laughing nervously, smiling with his eyes closed, putting his hands in his pockets and shrugging when he talks. It was just too cute for Hobie not to like.

Kind of funny how Miles was scared about Hobie taking Gwen away from him, when really Gwen was the one that should have been scared.

Hobie likes to brag about it a lot. Especially in front of Gwen.

"Ey, who's the one with the boyfriend now?"

Miles saw Hobie, and after talking to him, seeing him without his mask on...those feelings for Gwen went away immediately.

Miles wasn't very keen on noticing Hobie's flirting attempts. Hobie would say the coolest thing and it would fly right over his head. "Wait...did you just flirt with me?" "Have been for a few months now, thanks for noticing."

After 3 nonchalant, failed attempts at asking Miles out, Hobie finally caved in to his naiveness and decided to ask him up straight.

Miles was a blabbering mess, to say the least.

After freezing, his eyes going wide, looking around just to make sure there was no one behind him, he said, "W-Wait, me? For real? Like, you're being serious?" [runs a hand through his hair] "Oooohh, man. Am I dreaming? Is this a dream? I'm not dreaming." [looks up at Hobie] "I-I-I mean yes. Yeah, of course, y-yeah, I will. You know, I was actually, uh, heh, gonna um, ask you out...too, ya know?"

Hobie thought his reaction was cute, really. After patting him on the back and giving him an approving look, he took Miles on a really nice date. Good food and all.

They started dating, after that, of course.

Miles would hop into Hobie's dimension almost every other day, watching him play the electric guitar or showing off his piercings to Miles.

"See this one, luv? Was a pain ta' get but it was worth it. Ya like it?"

Miles thinks his piercings are really cool. His ma would kill him if he ever got one, but he's fine with dreaming of Hobie's.

Mrs. Morales was iffy about Hobie at first, thinking he would be a bad influence on her kid, but she grew to like him. Same as his dad, who ended up really liking Miles' boyfriend.

Miles will help Hobie put on makeup, eyeliner, etc. Do his hair for him. He's not always perfect, but he tries. That's why Hobie likes him.

"Doing—ugh—great, luv. Nah, it don' hurt. Keep going, pretty boy."

Lots of cute little kisses on Miles' face. Hobie really likes his cheeks. Gives him a peck, wraps his arm around Miles waist from behind, tells him he looks good in his current fit.

Really gets Miles flustered. It's sweet.

Appreciates it whenever Miles buys him new picks for his guitar, or maybe new stickers or paint for Hobie to change his current design.

Miles brings Hobie flowers sometimes. The first time he really didn't think he would like them, but he was proven wrong.

Hobie is determined to keep whatever roses or petals his boyfriend brings him alive for as long as possible. He cares for them better than he does his own skincare.

Hobie bought Miles a little stuffed animal once, a small white polar bear, that Miles sleeps with every night, tucked in his arms.

They make jokes about Miguel together, how grumpy he is all the time.

"Ohhh look, he's doing his thing. Coming down real slowly." (Miles) "We gon be old by the time he gets down here." (Hobie)

Just loving boyfriends all round.

Hobie will protect Miles in any circumstance, even defend him from Miguel.

Miles is the same. At least he tries to be.

Hobie helps Miles train his newfound venom abilities, teaching him how to use his hands correctly and not just his fingers.

Really has made Miles a better Spider-man.

And Miles has helped Hobie become a better person, at least in Hobie's heart.

has this been done yet

REAL

Reblog if you’ve made amazing friends online and are grateful for their existence

Every single fanfic writer that ever made Five be a sarcastic ass to his partner must be rolling like a bayblade rn because S3 literally confirmed that Five is a sappy old man who calls his wife "my angel" and cheesily says things like "come to me"

lol this dude is super sappy to his partner and there is no doubt in my mind he was a devoted and adoring husband to his bald mannequin wife😌

bond between tumblr mutuals is strong in a way that other social media mutuals can rarely be because other places people will follow u bc u are pretty or funny or talented . on here people follow u if u are insane

another one <3

Ah, yes. My favorite duo in scream

Rodolfo: If you leave, I won't be here when you get back. I'll take the kids, and I'll go!

Soap: Rodolfo, don't-

Rodolfo: No, Johnny! You made your choices! It's me or those whores!

Soap: I WOULDN'T HAVE TO GO TO THOSE DAMN WHORES IF YOU DIDN'T NAG ME ALL DAMN DAY

Rodolfo:

Rodolfo: How could you say that to me?! In front of the children?!

Soap: Rudy-

Rodolfo: No! Leave! I take it back, you go and you don't come back, Johnny!

Gaz: ...are they okay?

Alejandro, not looking up from his book: Yeah, this is how they entertain themselves

Ghost: They argued for an hour last time. It was... honestly impressive

Alejandro, turning the page: Oscar worthy

The person I reblogged this from deserves to be happy.

2500 likes!

This proves I need to get off of Tumblr and go outside good lord