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Five : "I think you're still suffering the effects of your party last night."

Y/N : "All I drank was Redbull!"

Five : "How many?"

Y/N : "Eighteen."

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Tumblr Top 5: Hottest Horror Movie Characters

Enter the sick and twisted minds of @wearewatcher's Shane Madej and Ryan Bergara as they countdown their top five hottest, steamiest, most sopping wet horror movie characters, with a little help from unofficial official Tumblr mascot, Coppy.

all your stuffed animals love you. they're not sad if they're in a box, or on the floor, or not held/played with as much. they understand. they know that you might need another stuffie more, or that you don't have enough space. they're just happy to be with you, and if you ever give them away, they'll be happy there too. stuffies are for comfort. they understand. they love you too. it's okay.

Beneath the bedrock

Okay this is my first fic, it’s Garrett and Steve from the Minecraft movie so yea. Pls feedback 👍

Steve wiped the sweat from his brow as he placed the last block of deep slate in his underground base. It had been a long day of mining, and he was exhausted—but satisfied. The dim glow of redstone torches flickered against the cavern walls, casting shadows over his chiseled form. His diamond armor clinked softly as he stretched, rolling his shoulders.

Then, a voice echoed from the tunnel behind him.

"Well, well, look who’s been busy."

Steve smirked before even turning around. He knew that voice anywhere. Garrett.

The rogue miner sauntered forward, his dark cloak brushing against the stone. Unlike Steve, who prided himself on clean builds and careful mining, Garrett was reckless—always digging where he shouldn’t, tempting lava flows, breaking the rules of the world. And Steve hated how much that excited him.

Garrett leaned against a crafting table, arms crossed. "Didn’t think you’d be this deep underground."

Steve arched an eyebrow. "I could say the same about you."

Garrett chuckled, stepping closer. "You know me. I like to go deep."

There was a heat in Garrett’s gaze that had nothing to do with the nearby magma blocks. Steve felt it coil low in his stomach, a fire hotter than the Nether itself. They had danced around this tension for weeks, always running into each other in the most unexpected places—an abandoned mineshaft, the End, once even at a village raid. Each time, the air crackled between them, thick with unspoken words and something darker.

Garrett reached out, tugging at the strap of Steve’s armor. "You planning to keep this on all night?"

Steve exhaled sharply, his grip tightening around his pickaxe before he tossed it aside. "Depends. You gonna give me a reason to take it off?"

Garrett smirked, his fingers trailing down Steve’s chest plate, finding the hidden clasps with ease. "I can think of a few."

The armor hit the floor with a heavy thud, leaving Steve bare beneath the dim redstone glow. Garrett’s breath hitched slightly, but he covered it with another cocky grin.

"You really do spend too much time mining," Garrett murmured, his hands mapping the ridges of Steve’s muscles like he was memorizing the terrain. "Bet you’re all pent up."

Steve growled low in his throat. "Why don’t you find out?"

Garrett wasted no time. His hands, calloused from years of breaking stone and wielding weapons, slid lower, mapping every scar and ridge of Steve’s body. Steve shuddered, pressing back against the cold stone wall as Garrett’s mouth found his neck, lips tracing a path downwards, each kiss igniting another spark of pleasure.

"Fuck," Steve hissed as Garrett bit down, just hard enough to leave a mark.

Garrett chuckled against his skin. "Relax, Steve. I’ll make sure you respawn if I break you."

Steve gritted his teeth, yanking Garrett against him. "Cocky bastard."

"You love it," Garrett whispered, before sinking to his knees.

And Steve? He could only groan, gripping the edge of the crafting table, ready to let Garrett wreck him as thoroughly as a Creeper in a wooden house.

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Throwback to all these Jesus comics I drew in 2012…

Bitches be like “I dont have a type.”

Its me...im bitches.

meds

dr greg house x gn!reader

cws: panic attack details, mention on meds/stopping meds

a/n: comfort house posting </3

"....l/n, are you even listening?"

you looked up. house, cameron, chase and foreman were all looking at you.

"i...what?"

you felt your face warm. you'd been feeling off all day, unable to focus, too concerned with your breathing. you knew why this was, of course, but were trying to ignore it.

"forget it." house muttered. "you two-" he pointed at chase and cameron "-give her an mri. cameron, test her samples. and you-" he turned to you, eyes narrowed. "you're coming with me."

feeling as if you were walking to the gallows, you followed house out of his room and down the hall. he turned into a quiet room, which was suspiciously empty of patients.

"you've stopped taking your meds." he said indifferently. "why."

"i...how did you know?" you replied, slightly surprised.

"your anxiety is written all over you. you've stopped taking your anxiety meds."

you sighed, defeated. "i just...didn't want to feel so dependent on them, you know. i guess i just, like...i-i...." you felt your chest tighten and your hands felt clammy. "shit, you're right...what the hell was i thinking?"

"look, calm down. when you get home, take your meds. until then, i need you focused, i need your skills. i'm....i'm going to try something. to calm you down."

he leant his cane against the empty bed, and stepped forward. "can i hug you?"

you blinked, and broke into a smile. he knew what you needed, and you nodded. he hugged you tightly, his arms wrapping around you. you smiled into his jacket, and felt your breathing ease.

"you...are surprisingly nice to hug. now. are you feeling better?" he pulled away, eyeing you. you nodded.

"yes. though i might need more hugs later. and maybe dinner?"

house smiled, and you could've sworn he looked a little flustered. "sure thing, sweetheart."

Already seeing people on tiktok saying “I still hate trump but he ate with this one” like … babes … you just got propagandized … that’s literally exactly what he created this situation in the hopes you would say …