#absolute lamp

[therosiecottage-crk]

Absolute burping lice - salt

[monkmain2]

absolute lamp

[werdtfgvhder]

moth :D

[wormy-worm]

Craig McCracken is evil cuz you'll look at these designs and go "yeah that looks simple enough. I can draw that." And then you try to draw a powerpuff girl and it looks really weird and you're like oooookay and you try again but it still doesn't look right so you're like. Okay. Okay and you look up all the style guides and model sheets and you realize that while a powerpuff girl is like 2 shapes these characters are all so meticulously designed that if you get even one proportion wrong it'll immediately throw your powerpuff into uncanny valley territory and then you end up will an entire spread of head studies and you STILL can barely draw a dang on model powerpuff girl 💔

[landwriter]

Talk about sandman WIPs you say? 👀 Your porn AU and San Francisco gays still live in my head rent freeeeeee ❤️

Pella! I'm glad Professional Fuckers lives rent free in your head because I definitely forgot it existed. In spite of this, I am somehow still confident I'll actually finish and post it one day. It's just so easy and refreshing to write a setting purely from experience. Still needs several more scenes but I know the whole shape of it.

I think there's a lot of really fun potential to be mined from indie porn in a rom-com sort of story: you have this professional physical intimacy that can mean absolutely nothing, an intimacy that is itself altered and shaped by the demands of performing for a camera, by the visual and literal language of any given shoot genre; but separately to that, there's this variable of the chemistry you have with them, as colleagues, as co-performers, and of course, though somehow least significantly, as people fucking. The chemistry that plays out on screen does not always track onto the chemistry you feel with someone. So there's this, I think, super funny territory you can get into, where you've just fucked someone, and the prescient question of did we make something good and the vain little one of was I good, did you like that are entirely separate. But imagine the urge to ask when you're doing something you've never done before.

Imagine, too, nursing a crush on somebody and still not being sure if they like you like you in spite of fucking them in shoots all afternoon and pretending to be in a relationship for half of those. Imagine doing all this demanding, intimate work with a near-stranger, and then making friendly small talk after because outside of this work you hardly know each other. Imagine feeling like there's something there, beneath all the performance, and the commingled horror of crossing professional boundaries--of finding out your co-performer is just so good that they sold the story you were telling together to you too, without meaning any of it--and the desire to find out how good it could be with the cameras off. No awkward blocking, no performing, no story, nothing: an entirely novel, unprofessional, and maybe even more intimidating kind of fucking altogether.

That's what this setting is all about. In the spirit of that, have a mildly NSFT scene ft. Dream sucking cock for the first time while on a shoot, and Hob making a suggestion after.

[ask me anything]

“Dream,” says Hob. “Dream, please, I’m gonna cum, oh, fuck.”

He looks up at Hob, jaw afire, and Hob swears and twitches and comes in his mouth. Dream swallows it without thinking of making a show of it, just swallows and swallows and pulls off, panting. He doesn’t realize how swollen his lips are until Hob traces them with a warm thumb, and murmurs, wow, so low it’s surely not for the cameras, more a breath than a word.

“Was I good?” he asks. His voice is fucked out and low and Hob laughs breathlessly as he tucks himself in.

“Yeah. Yeah, shit, you were good, baby. So good for me.” He looks down at Dream with undisguised lust. “M’gonna want this all the time now.”

Dream doesn’t know what to say, so he just stares up at Hob, until Hob smiles and shifts to sit up. “Great,” he says, in a normal tone, the scene sloughing off him. “Happy with that?”

“Was it enough time?” Dream asks.

“Oh, yeah. We’re probably at thirteen, fourteen minutes. I know you only wanted ten but I didn’t want to tread on perfectly good footage and say something.”

Dream can’t conceal his surprise that it’s been so long already. Hob takes it as skepticism and laughs. “No, you can check, but I’m like a fucking egg timer. It’s my party trick on shoots.” He stands and goes over to his camera, squinting at the display. “Yes! Thirteen twenty-nine,” he announces triumphantly, and turns it off. “Right,” he says, all business when he turns back to Dream. “Water and onto the next?”

Dream, still kneeling, awkwardly stands. “Yes,” he says, and clears his throat when it comes out rough. “Yeah, sure.”

Was I good? Truly? Hob is so good at inhabiting someone else that Dream isn’t sure. He would cover it up well if it was bad. “That’ll sell well,” he says, as neutrally as he can.

Hob takes the bait and grins at him. “Oh, definitely. That was perfect. You were great.” Then he takes in Dream and frowns. “Hey, do you want to, ah?”

Dream realizes he’s still painfully hard. Hob is grimacing down at his tented jeans. The moment of satisfaction is popped like a soap bubble. He adjusts himself, feeling his face heat. “Sorry,” he mutters.

“Oh, fuck, don’t be sorry. Always good to know I’m not repulsive. I meant, do you want to deal with it now since you didn’t come?”

Dream glances toward the guest bedroom, unable to believe Hob is actually propositioning him. Unable to believe the yes that offers itself at once. Hob continues. “My facial shoot, later? Could just switch things around and get it done now if you’re ready to go.”

“Of course,” says Dream, magnanimously. Of course that’s what Hob meant.

[jamiethebeeart]

Submission #19 for @green-with-envy-phandom-event with lineart by @crunchyplastic (this was the teapot shelf palette, but I think the colors got pushed a little too far to actually qualify anymore)

[literallyjonathandavis]

fax my brother! Spit your shit indeed!

[lava-lamps-forever]

[ariadne-mouse]

sorry we pulled your fiancé through a portal doorway hole to another dimension yeah we absorbed him into the void and left a little bit on your hand sorry

[esteemed-excellency]

sharing two more ads by Metlicovitz because they're so so so pretty ✨️

[lilacella]

May I ask, for fun and giggles, French Remus? 👀

Bien sûr! FRENCHMUS for you! 🇫🇷

I know Lucas Bravo isn't noodly enough for Remus and he also has too much of a jawline but I just liked his vibe for this, what can I do!

French Remus is from a small seaside place in Normandy where he runs his dad's antiques shop. He doesn't really like it but it makes his dad happy. When he's off work he likes to sit by the shore and watch the waves and contemplate his life. As a kid he had so many dreams... Maybe one day...

Idk why this got so moody and sad hahah I am sorry! He will meet Sirius (and or James) and be happy one day!!

[beaft]

new hobby: every time i go to an antiques store i search for vintage lamps. this place had so many!! mostly tiffany lamps, but i also found a bunch of murano glass flower lamps and some beautiful hand-embroidered shades as well ❤️❤️❤️

[strange-lamp-stranger]

man went through the five stages of grief but it was just Denial 1, Denial 2, Denial 3, Denial 4, and Dissociation

[your-fave-is-bi]

alsomy god my parents are horrible at like. properly lighting their place.

[lava-lamps-forever]

[lapis-lazuliie]

idk i personally like to entertain the idea that the hares placement in each ep meant something; whether that was to the dynamic/s, the characters, the story being told