#bouncebouncebounce

[mgu-h]

f1tv pre race show | saudi arabian gp 2025

[tempe-brennans]

in a spiral :)

[imhoser]

bouncebouncebounce

I think the animators cherished the time they spent animating Ryusui without his got dam hat

[kubfoo]

Last 2 days to snag a discount!

commissions back open! with a discount!

HIIII EVERYONE!!! im running a sale on my commissions for a little while to help get examples for my new pixel-y art style i'm doing comms in :D

you can read my new comm info here!

i'm looking for a few commissions (about 3 or 4-ish) so i can try to get examples for the main character portrait options, but i'll take more if people are interested!!! if you are, please DM me here, message me on discord (@ beetlesprite) or e-mail me at beetleFAQ@gmail.com!

the new style i'm working with for commissions is a lot more pixel art-like and with a smaller canvas. this makes them muuuuch easier for me and gives a quicker turnaround. here's an example of a shaded anthro fullbody:

reblogs appreciated as i'm both trying to pad my new commissions page as well as get my bank balance up a bit :') did i mention they're discounted? yay!

[mimble-sparklepudding]

I quite want to send people some more rumours from this post.

Hopefully some more people will reblog it? *bouncebouncebounce*

[daddy-ari-levinson]

hmmm or maybe I do *wiggles again*

wanna bouncebouncebounce on 🤭 daddy’s cock please. *smiles up at you* ‘til I have daddy’s cream uh *blushes, looking down* inside?

*I smirk* Oh yeah? Well, you are a lucky girl. Sit on daddy's lap sweetheart, daddy will fill you.

[duckduckgoose-exe]

he probably also has one of them yoga balls and all day is just *bouncebouncebounce*

the sound of the yoga ball is loud and annoying but nobody gaf they’re all silly

[verschlimmbesserung]

Yes, please write! *bouncebouncebounce*

20-Squad and 50-Squad are responding to a hostage situation that’s happening inside a burning building. Harbor Station is called in and Tommy’s not flying today but he is the one to rappel down from the chopper when it’s been radioed that an officer has been shot on the roof. Even when he hears “SWAT Officer Rocker” over the radio he doesn’t react, he just does his job.

When he gets to the roof (the hostage situation handled at this point and the fire contained) the squad looks at Tommy, then Rocker, then Tommy, then Rocker. Rocker groans and rolls his eyes, hand over the bullet wound on his leg, tells them, “Just leave me here. Let me die.”

To which Tommy rolls his eyes and says, “Unfortunately, it’s not that bad. Dad would also kill me if I let you die. He likes you, remember?”

While Tommy works quickly to get him stabilized and strapped so they can be lifted, Rocker whines, “Can’t you be more gentle? I literally just got shot!”

Tommy finishes clipping him in, tugging even harder. “If you don’t shut up I’ll release the clip halfway up and watch you spin around like a propeller until you hit the ground.” Then he signals that they’re ready to go and they begin their ascent.

Hondo looks around at his team, landing on Deacon. “What the hell just happened here?”

“No idea. Permission to head to the hospital and see how this plays out?”

Hondo nods. “Only if you give us a play by play.”

[vampthropologist]

Henloooo

Hyellloooooo

whats going on?

how are you doing?

any plans for today?

[hinatassmile]

[starboystation]

I always forget how much Crutchie makes me happy stim and then someone mentions him or I see a picture of him and I just go *FLAPFLAPFLAPFLAP*

[faraday-fingies]

“H-humans can zzshoot lightning now, too?!”

[ilysian]

so i’ve been going back & forth & i think i am going to archive & start fresh.  this was an old blog , in fact , it was my multi before i switched over so the tags are so wonky & everything just feels like a mess.  i’m also going to update my muse list.  on this blog , i have so many muses that aren’t actually listed here & i think it’s just confusing for everyone.  so before i actually promote my new blog , i’m going to be doing at least a little in terms of character bios.  so i’ll still be here for a bit , shitposting & maybe doing little interactions , but i will primarily be working on the new blog !  i honestly am so excited to start fresh & actually get down to roleplaying. 

[flayedflesh]

I am gay and bouncing.

[ashotofogdensoldfirewhiskey]

April 9: Bounce

Day 9 of @hinnymicrofic. A teeny bit NSFW

They’re being wildly impetuous. Reckless. Erring so far on the side of bold that they could easily be accused of courting the consequences.

Harry can’t find it within himself to care, and so he steals into Ginny’s bedroom again at half one in the morning, her parents slumbering but a floor below.

The summer has been wrapped in grief like cling film. Long, listless days; funerals and memorial services; moments that poke at wounds that seem ill fated to heal properly. And so they reach for each other, perhaps to feel anything other than this oppressive sadness. Perhaps to claim something as found amidst so much loss.

Or perhaps it’s much simpler than that. Maybe it’s just because he loves her and can’t bear to spend one more unnecessary night away.

Harry doesn’t care to untangle his motives, cares only to untangle the knot on the shorts of her pyjamas so he can chart a new course across her freckled skin. She’s so warm, so soft, and Harry had always thought the only place he felt at home was Hogwarts, but that was before her arms.

She’s kissing his neck and scraping her fingers through his hair, and he’s pulling down her knickers, some dainty lace thing. His glasses are crooked, so he impatiently rips them off and shoves them on the dresser, nudging a pile of errant textbooks Ginny had left there without much thought.

Their cozy silence is torn apart by what sounds as loud as cannonfire in the silent house.

BOUNCE. Bounce. Bounce Bounce bounce. bouncebouncebounce.

They freeze their furious snogging and turn in horror to stare at the makeshift Quaffle that Harry had unwittingly shoved off the dresser, rolling innocently across the floor.

“Fuck,” Ginny whispers. “Did you cast a silencing charm?”

“No.”

They listen, hearts thundering, waiting for the telltale sound of footsteps or Mrs. Weasley’s anxious voice asking if everyone is alright.

The tense silence stretches, and then it’s broken by the sound of Ginny’s muffled giggling. Harry looks down at her, and she’s covering her mouth with her hands, shoulders shaking with silent laughter.

“What?” he asks, grinning at the sight of her, lost in her own hilarity.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers back, her voice still thick with laughter, “it’s just… I was so terrified someone had heard us.”

“Yeah,” agrees Harry, not quite sure what she’s getting at.

“Isn’t that--” she loses it again, laughing silently. Her shoulders shaking with mirth, tears beginning to streak down into her hair fanned across the pillow, that brand of uncontrollable giggling that only happens at awkward moments or late at night, “Isn’t that so stupid?”

“Er…” Harry says, rolling off to the side so as to give her space to breathe. Her laughter is infectious, and he’s fighting it off himself, now. “Er, I suppose?”

“You were the most wanted wizard in England!” Ginny laughs, touching his chest for emphasis, as if it’s the most ridiculous thing she’s ever heard. “You had to run around in a tent and there were… there were wanted posters.”

“Yeah,” Harry agrees, chuckling. “Yeah, there were.”

“And now, you might be caught,” Ginny wheezes, “by my mother.”

Harry lets that sink in for a moment, and then he loses it too, and they’re clinging together in silent laughter, hysterical with the absurdity of it, with the juxtaposition of so much horror and so much joy, that being discovered could mean something so silly now when before it might have meant the end.

“I’ll fetch an Undesirable No. 1 poster for your mum to hang up,” Harry jokes, dizzy with laughter.

Ginny wipes at her eyes and sends him a beaming smile. “Undesirable? I don’t know about all that,” and then she pulls him back in.

Harry smiles against her lips, bold and reckless and impetuous for normal, lovely reasons, at last.

[trash-llama]

POV: You’re trying to grind for rocketry project but your dumb himbo brother keeps bouncing his soccer ball nearby...

Key: Can’t you do this somewhere else? Like anywhere else?

Lyric: *bouncebouncebounce*