#but-what-if-i-fly

[aerial-ace]

sick and tired of seeing these ace trainers brag about their super smart badass level 100 shiny mons.

This is Sol. She is a fucking idiot. She regularly forgets that she is a flying type and sits at the bottom of cabinets n such crying cause she doesn't know how to get up. I would die for her.

[daisywords]

One of my biggest nitpicks in fiction concerns the feeding of babies. Mothers dying during/shortly after childbirth or the baby being separated form the mother shortly after birth is pretty common in fiction. It is/was also common enough in real life, which is why I think a lot of writers/readers don't think too hard about this. however. Historically, the only reason the vast majority of babies survived being separated from their mother was because there was at least one other woman around to breastfeed them. Before modern formula, yes, people did use other substitutes, but they were rarely, if ever, nutritionally sufficient.

Newborns can't eat adult food. They can't really survive on animal milk. If your story takes place in a world before/without formula, a baby separated from its mother is going to either be nursed by someone else, or starve.

It doesn't have to be a huge plot point, but idk at least don't explicitly describe the situation as excluding the possibility of a wetnurse. "The father or the great grandmother or the neighbor man or the older sibling took and raised the baby completely alone in a cave for a year." Nope. That baby is dead I'm sorry. "The baby was kidnapped shortly after birth by a wizard and hidden away in a secret tower" um quick question was the wizard lactating? "The mother refused to see or touch her child after birth so the baby was left to the care of the ailing grandfather" the grandfather who made the necessary arrangements with women in the neighborhood, right? right? OR THAT GREAT OFFENDER "A newborn baby was left on the doorstep and they brought it in and took care of it no issues" What Are You Going to Feed That Baby. Hello?

Like. It's not impossible, but arrangements are going to have to be made. There are some logistics.

[foolsocracy]

put dick on a team and trust he will make sure they can perform as an acrobat troop

[soapbbox]

In regards to the cog-less megs comic: im sure op would be sooo normal and well adjusted if he found out abt that happening/saw him without his cog

I was actually working on another (angst) version of this but you get the funny haha version first :3 Bee and Elita are giving Optimus a 10 minute window before they intervene (they’ve seen OP moping around and are hoping this will help him get some it out of his system. They’ll have to step in at some point or else he probably won’t let go).

Why he’s small here and here

[icepip]

"fuck," yuji groans, head falling back against the couch as you roll your hips just right. "i'm — haahh — not g'nna last if you do that again."

his fingers dig into your skin, sure to leave bruises with how desperately he's gripping at you. despite his words, he doesn't want you to stop, the feeling of your tight pussy around him making his head spin and his cock ache. he wants everything and anything that you'll give him.

your hands rest on his chest as you steady yourself to rise up on his leaking dick before sliding back down. he's thick, and the stretch burns so good when you're on top of him like this. bigger — practically in your lungs as you pant and chase your oncoming orgasm.

as his swollen tip keeps nudging against that gummy spot, a hand snakes up to grab the back of his head. fingers threading through his undercut, you pull him forward to share a sloppy kiss. neither of you are able to properly move your lips, mostly just breathing heavily into each other's mouths as he bucks his hips into you.

yuji whines as you squeeze around him, his head hanging forward and mouth attaching to your collarbone. it's so much, too much, but he needs it — craves it.

"gonna-" he closes his eyes and sucks in a breath. "fuck, baby, gonna cum, i'm gonna cum."

his hips still and his grip on you tightens when he reaches his climax, thick cum spurting from his tip and coating your walls. ever since you let him finish inside, he's never done anything else, claiming that nothing could ever feel as good as your cunt milking his cock.

you follow soon after, his orgasm tipping you over the edge as well. yuji hisses at the slight overstimulation on his spent cock, but helps you ride it out, his thumb slipping to rub at your neglected clit until you jump at the touch.

but he doesn't pull out. despite the exhaustion settling into your bones, you both know that you're not done yet.

[crowleysfall]

no captain gantu, no lilo reading stitch the ugly duckling, no pleakley wearing a dress, no scene with stitch looking for his family, no jumba redemption, no pleakley and jumba becoming lilo’s cool uncles, good LORDDDDD

[a-cha0tic-intr0v3rt]

damn the lmk animators REALLY seem to like the yamcha death pose don’t they

i know my previous post here said that would be my last post for now but I LIED i decided to post because i now felt like it

still on hiatus btw because of finals coming up im gonna cry

[anbaisai]

alternative mer au where jamil is a seasnake classmate who is deeply fascinated with flying but assumed he'd never experience it, until mayu offers to show him something special one day

[rooniearts]

These took me forever, so here's some textless versions of all the banners I made for my AU masterpost!! I'm very happy with how they turned out <3

[imaginable-horror]

The Leverage universe is so funny because why is being an insurance investigator equivalent to being a Sherlock Holmes

[momomallowart]

He should've been in the sky touching the clouds ⛅

[vebokki]

wait! i get it, you're a luo binghe super fan huh

[sandushengshou]

Interview with the Vampire | 1.06 "Like Angels Put in Hell by God"

[jesuistrestriste]

cw (18+) : dom!art donaldson, sub!reader, reader has afab anatomy, rough and messy fingering, squirting, dirty talk, multiple reader orgasms, art cumming untouched, tears from overstimulation

sometimes when art loses a match, he loses part of himself.

the shift in him happens so quick once he’s off of the court. you can merely blink, and just like that: he becomes a different person. one who you almost fail to recognize.

seeing that sweet, groveling, familiar expression on his face becomes a rarity during the following twenty-four hours after the loss. he gets quieter, his fuse gets shorter, and he begins to use your body like a stress toy. like it’s something to be squeezed and thrown around.

in other words, he gets a bit.. mean.

he lost a tournament earlier this afternoon, and that’s why he’s currently got you stripped down to nothing but your undies, sat in his lap with your back to his chest. his right hand is holding your right thigh to keep your legs open, while his left hand is down past the elastic band of the only garment left on your body. your head is tipped back onto his shoulder and he’s already murmuring the most painfully arousing things into your ear as he fingers you hard enough to have your hips jolting.

“fuck, you’re such a fuckin’ mess down here,” he growls through gritted teeth, his middle and ring finger nestled as deep as they can go into your core, curling and pumping and forcing out gushes of your fluids, “spilling all over our couch, gonna have to get it cleaned or something—“

your eyes are rolled back under low lids, and he knows you don’t have it in you anymore to respond to his taunting quips. he just keeps pushing the pads of his calloused fingers up into that special, spongy spot that makes fizzy little stars dance in your limited vision. it feels like carbonation in your brain and in your gut. he’s relentless. but you knew he’d be this way as soon as he lost the final point. belted out an expletive that made the crowd gasp, smashed his racket, and then rolled his shoulders. the look he gave you then before he fell sweatily into your arms told you everything you needed to know—he was going to take it all out on you later, exactly like he’s doing now, and then kiss it all better. just like he always does. it’s routine.

“mmn, hngh, g-fu-fuuuck,” you sob, your hands flying behind your head to hold the back of his short blonde hair, “aaah—!”

he knows what that means.

the lewd squelching of his digits inside you picks up in volume and in pace. he can feel your gummy walls beginning to pulse around his touch, pulling him in and pushing him out, like even your body isn’t sure what to say or do in response to so much pleasure. you’re drowning in all of it, and he’s holding your head under the water with nothing but love.

you’re coming again. this is the fourth time.

he moans as he feels you squirt, soaking your already-drenched panties, and he trembles when the warmth of your juices fills his cupped palm. he thinks about licking the remnants from his skin once you’re done. he dreams about letting you coat his mouth in your releases. maybe next time. maybe when he’s feeling like less of a failure; maybe when he’s not making you orgasm solely to prove that he’s still good at something.

when your body goes boneless over his own, he lets go of your right leg and rubs circles into your stomach.

“you’re still cumming, baby.. just like that.. keep it going..”

you can only wail in response, feeling the way he starts to use his thumb to flick over your swollen bud while he continues to relentlessly massage your g-spot.

“t-t.. tuh—too.. much..!” you shudder after a few more moments of overstimulation, sniffling and hiccuping, even if you know deep-down that you can take more.

he shushes you. sweet and soft. drags his hand from your stomach to your throat, and rests it there. he doesn’t squeeze, only wanting to ground and comfort you. it’s his way of silently saying “i’ve got you, you’re all mine, we’re almost done.. hang in there, honey..”

so you do.

it’s not like you can really deny yourself the release anyway, it’s too good to give up. he knows all of your weak spots and he abuses them so perfectly, it’s like a dream. an overwhelming, disgustingly wonderful dream.

one last flutter of his thumb over your bundle of nerves is all that it takes to tip you over again, and your stomach drops like you’re jumping off of a diving board from a height of fifty feet. it’s damn-near bruising.

you scream as it washes over you. he keens underneath your seat on him, and you can just barely make out the feeling of his cock jumping beneath his pants and his boxer briefs, his own orgasm involuntarily trickling in and overtaking his frame.

“oooh, shit, shit, shit,” he curses, rutting into your backside as he pulls his fingers out of your sopping hole to rapidly swipe them back and forth over your clit, “that’s it, keep going, you’re so perfect like this—don’t stop, please, don’t stop—“

you buck against his hand, crying out, and then pant like a little puppy when he starts to slow it down after several long moments. you truly can’t move a muscle, he’s turned you into a puppet with severed strings. he gives one last nudge of your sensitive spot with his fingertips, eliciting a whimper from your lips, and then pulls himself back. he sighs heavily with relief. he’s finally sated. he reaches to squeeze at your sides and your chest.

“you’re so perfect..” he whispers breathlessly, trying to bring you back to him, “just breathe for me, baby, you’re alright.. we’ll stay here—like this—for as long as you need, and.. and then i’ll make you some dinner. how does that sound?”

he waits with bated breath for an answer. a confirmation that he didn’t go too far, and that he made you feel good in the end. that you don’t think he’s some loser. that you think he can still win at something.

“.. y-yeah.. please..” you slur.

and that’s all he really needs.

[vendimeyers]

Marvel: Infinity War is the most ambitious crossover event in history

Me:

[rookanisstuff]

“It's an old Crow tradition. The exchanging of paired daggers when you are to be joined in marriage.”

Inspired by the magnificent @cosmiccrushes fic Contract Negotiations!

Vivienne and Lucanis’s daggers in all their glory!

Vivienne remains painfully Vint and thus requires snake motifs on everything and of course, opals for the eyes to match THE RING!!!