They Could Not Keep Their Hands Off Of Each Other The Entire Night

something i've been thinking about a lot lately

Yennefer, to Geralt: You need to compliment Jaskier more often.

Yennefer: I never stop showering him with all sorts of compliments.

Jaskier, staring at Geralt: That's right. She never fails to tell me how amazingly soft my hair looks or how pretty I'd look with a collar and a leash on.

omg: oh my god

omfg: oh my fucking god

odmtrwwniitbwbrftstwwtwb: one day more to revolution we will nip it in the bud we’ll be ready for these schoolboys they will wet themselves with blood

The other night dear, as I lay sleeping I dreamed I held you in my arms But when I awoke, dear, I was mistaken So I hung my head and I cried

ok so i saw this 1 comic fanart thing that basically went;

Enjorlas: did u watch CNN last night

Grantaire: is that an anime???

& i remember that while watching John Oliver & just had the brilliant head canon which is;

Grantaire gets all of his new from ‘Last Week Tonight w/ John Oliver,’ ‘Weekend Update,’ & Enjorlas’ Instagram story/Twitter

this gives me way more serotonin than it should...

Sweetie, come stai? I present you:

Enj with Bella Hadid's Cannes 2016 dress.

Just search it up. The color, the fit, everything.

R faints before being able to say anything.

Grantaire's so busy trying to recover from his brutal coughing - he chocked on his own spit, poor darling- that he doesn't notice Enjolras's smirk.

Eponine does though, and subtly gives him a thumb up while violently patting Grantaire's back with her other hand, everything under Marius's worried gaze.

"I think you're not helping him, 'Ponine", he says. But Grantaire has stopped coughing and he's upright again. He's as red as Enjolras's dress and almost chockes again when he looks at him, eyes glazed with tears. He turns on his heels and steals Marius's glass, "get yourself another one, I need to be drunk and away from here".

going back to the last post. gerard's playlist which he played as a dj

Siouxsie And The Banshees - Peek A Boo

Joy Division - Love Will Tear Us Apart

The Dresden Dolls - Girl Anachronism

Depeche Mode - Shake The Disease

Head Automatica - Beating Heart Baby

Pixies - Velouria

The Hives - Abra Cadaver

Morrissey - Last Of The Famous International

Playboys

The Cure - Why Can't I Be You?

Gwen Stefani - What You Waiting For

New Order - Temptation

David Bowie - Modern Love

Elvis Costello - (What's So Funny 'Bout) Peace, Love And Understanding

The Clash - Spanish Bombs

Cursive - Art Is Hard

The Stooges - Search And Destroy

Echo And The Bunnymen - The Killing Moon

Violent Femmes - Add It Up

Christina Aguilera - Dirrty

Bauhaus - Ziggy Stardust

my heart just exploded

My steddie brain rot is going crazy today.

But the trope of Steve going on so many failed dates at the same place. But Eddie is the waiter every time.

He makes snarky remarks, always is quick to supply a lie for Steve to get away from the ones with too many red flags (Eddie slips him a napkin explaining them every time on his way out, and Steve always trusts him), picks Steve’s spirits up when he strikes out yet again, and always slips him free dessert.

After a particularly horrible date - in which the girl shows up an hour late and thirty minutes before they close and proceeds to only talk about her ex the whole time, running out when he sees him pass by - Eddie allows Steve to stay after closing and gives him extra fries and a slice of chocolate cake.

When Steve’s head thuds against the counter, Eddie comments, “Maybe you’re cursed.”

Steve shoots back, “Maybe this place is cursed.”

Eddie is silent for a few moments and leans over the counter he’s cleaning to whisper, “Maybe I’m cursing you.”

Steve laughs and throws a fry at Eddie who yelps and demands he pays for his cake this time. When the laughter dies down, Steve finds himself actually considering a new location for his dates.

“Hey, Eddie, where do you take all your dates?”

Eddie freezes and looks at Steve. He shakes his head and continues wiping off the counter. “All my dates,” he mutters in what sounds like disbelief. Steve can hardly believe it.

“You… you don’t go on dates?” Steve questions.

Eddie shoots him a look and says, “Steve, I don’t know where you got that impression, but I certainly do notttt.” He circles around the counter and begins putting chairs on top of the tables.

“Why not? You’re funny, kind, really creative with your lies, have a steady supply of free cake…” Steve trails off as Eddie laughs. He blurts out, “And you’re not so bad on the eyes either.”

Eddie’s laughter abruptly stops. He slowly approaches Steve and asks, “Steve Harrington, are you saying you find me attractive?”

Steve easily flirts back, “Maybe I am.” And what the hell was that? This isn’t one of his dates.

Eddie’s cheeks turns red and he looks down shaking his head. He replies, “Well, if you’re looking for a new place for a date, I would suggest the diner across the street. So you can come crawling back to me when it fails.”

Steve throws yet another fry at him and exclaims, “Another failed one!”

“You’re right! I won’t be close enough to curse you!”

Steve remains in the diner until Eddie closes up. His stomach hurts from laughing so hard, and he entirely forgets about the failed date. But he comes up with a plan for the next one.

-:-:-:-:-:-

Steve shows up at the diner across the street with low hopes for this date.

Surprisingly enough, she shows up on time and is really funny and beautiful and…

Steve looks out the window trying to catch a flash of big curly hair in the diner across the street.

“Steve?” The girl, Jessie, asks. “You okay? You seem… distracted.”

“Yeah, of course,” he replies shaking the feeling that something is off.

The date goes… really well. And Steve isn’t happy about it. And he doesn’t know why he’s not happy until he finishes his meal and gets the check… with no free dessert.

Eddie is what’s off. The thought hits him suddenly, and Steve doesn’t know what to do. The perfect girl is literally right in front of him, but more than anything he wants to run across the street and see Eddie.

Eddie had cursed him.

“Steve, are you okay?” Jessie asks so kindly, and really she’s perfect. But she’s not Eddie.

“I’m so sorry…” Steve begins.

Jessie cuts him off, “Someone else, right? It’s okay really. I’ve been there, too. Just… go after her.” She smiles sweetly at Steve and squeezes his hand.

Who the fuck is she, and please be attracted to girls so Steve can set her up with Robin.

“Thank you,” Steve says leaving money on the table, he kisses her on the forehead and thanks her again. Then he’s racing out the doors, darting across the street, apologizing to a car that has to slam on the breaks and swerve to not hit him.

He races into the diner, and the bell obnoxiously rings as the door slams open. Luckily, there’s only one couple in the place, and they’re in the process of leaving. Or they were. Eddie dropped their change all over the ground when Steve startled everyone.

Steve helps to scoop up the money, apologizing and awkwardly waving as the couple leaves. When the door closes, Eddie slightly smiles asking, “Another failed date, huh?”

“No actually,” Steve replies.

Eddie’s face drops and his knuckles turn white around the money he’s gripping. “Oh. Well, congratulations,” Eddie says monotonously, shoving the money into the register and slamming it shut. “Unfortunately, we’re closing soon, so I’ll have to usher you out.”

“Eddie-”

“Leave,” Eddie says, not looking up.

“It didn’t work out!” Steve yells. “It didn’t work out. And it should’ve. Because she was everything. She was perfect. She was everything I wanted.”

“Glad to hear that-”

Steve interrupts, “But it didn’t matter because she wasn’t you!”

Eddie finally looks up at him. “What?”

“The whole time, I was expecting to look up and see you. And when I didn’t I was looking out the window trying to see you across the street and the damn glare wouldn’t let me. And then I was expecting free dessert subconsciously, and it never came!” Steve rambles out running his hands through his hair.

Eddie’s eyebrows furrow as he tilts his head. “You wanted me to be there for… my free dessert?”

Steve groans, “No, Eddie. I wanted you to be there on the other side of the table. I wanted Jessie to be you.”

Eddie stares at him for a few moments and then slowly breaks out into a grin. “So I really did curse you?”

“You did, you asshole,” Steve bites back laughing.

Eddie leans across the counter and says, “So, what if I told you that if I were to go on a date, I would go to Enzo’s? And that I’m free tomorrow night.”

“I would say it’s a date,” Steve says leaning in.

Eddie hesitates and says, “Woah now. A gentleman doesn’t kiss before the first date.”

Steve replies, “Apparently I’m not a gentleman then.”

Eddie meets him in the middle and gently kisses him, breaking it only when he can’t help but smile widely. “You’re going to get me fired.”

“Definitely now that I have an unlimited supply of free cake.”

Eddie rolls his eyes and says, “Which comes directly out of my paycheck.”

“Eddie! You didn’t tell me you were paying for it!”

Eddie smiles. “Sounds like you’re paying for a lot of our dates then.”

Steve comes around the counter and hooks his arms around Eddie’s neck. “Someone’s presumptuous.”

“And that someone needs to close the diner,” Eddie shoots back quickly giving Steve a peck on the cheek.

Steve helps him close up, wondering how it took him so long to see what was right in front of him.

a late halloween post with the gang on their way to see rocky horror picture show 🎃 🍬

i’ve done that before

ENTP: Did INFJ just told me they loved me for the first time?

ENTJ: Yeah.

ENTP: And did I just do finger guns back?

ENTJ: Yeah, you did.