#groans………..

[f0rgetf0rgetting]

some of the character sprites on that fuckass hetalia yaoi vn ft. illustrations to prove that is still in my queue of things to do but like. im planing to redo them becuase they are genuinely ass. i might do them with other art style or another type of lineart

shrugs

[some-pers0n]

I hate how people will look at popular indie artists who had one or two songs go viral on TikTok and start making fun of anybody who listens to them. "Oh you listen to Lemon Demon, Will Wood, Jack Stauber, Glass Animals, and Mother Mother? Tsk, don't you know that is stupid TikTok neurodivergent white transmasc preteen music? It's so mid and bad you should listen to real music–" you are a pit of misery

[legendary-lunatic]

‘Do Not Open’ is still one of my favorite episodes because of this absolute legend. He’s at the top of my list of badass people who survived encounters because they just ain’t with that shit.

An icon.

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

this is the worst thing ive ever drawn

[autisticaradiamegido]

day 171

recognize her pun game or else

[shotmrmiller]

doing everything within your power to not get into any more hand to hand practice with simon because he's very very rough with you during them. he doesn't care that he could easily snap you in half like a pencil, "ya oughta learn 'ow to take a man my size down f'good. always be prepared for the worst."

it's terrible. if it wasn't for the fact that you always see johnny limp away after his sparring session while shooting you a grin with pink teeth, you'd think simon has it out for you in particular.

except he doesn't. (or doesn't he?) all those finger shaped bruises on your flesh are all purely for his own benefit. seeing the mottled skin on your neck from where he held on a little too tight, your arms from where he pinned you in place at his utter mercy, the blotches on your legs, where his fingers dug into your inner thighs-

his eyes cross at the thought of eventually being able to leave those same bruises in the exact same spots but with his mouth instead. saliva pools in his mouth when he's got your face pressed firm into the mat, neck bared, a blank canvas for his lips, his teeth.

simon wonders if you'd be ticklish if he were to suckle an ugly bruise right over your racing pulse.

(starved to have you come in his mouth, his tongue flat on your pebbled clit, pulsating, as if it's got a heartbeat of its own.)

for now he watches you receive sympathy pats on your back as it's your turn again, swallowing thickly when he spots fresh bruises on your calves, close to your ankles.

art requires a certain cruelty.

[lovelylittlegrim]

Obsessed with Blind! Eddie Munson meeting Steve and them hitting it off like instantly. And Eddie bragging constantly over the phone to corroded coffin/hellfire because Steve is great. He’s funny and bitchy and he makes all these sounds that drive eddie crazy —- anyway, he’s just super excited for his boyfriend to finally meet his friends.

And then when it finally happens it goes different than expected because yeah Eddie knows Steve is great…. What he didn’t know was…

“Holy shit,” Jeff says into the weird silence after Eddie’s introduction.

“What?” Eddie is worried.

“He’s hot,” Jeff says like it pains him to admit. “Like… like really, really hot. Like he might be a model hot.”

“Is he blind too? What’s he doing with Eddie?” Gareth asks under his breath and then grunts like he just got an elbow to the gut for it.

Steve just laughs. “Thanks,” he tells Eddie’s friends.

He doesn’t sound too embarrassed about it or like it’s a joke at all that his friends have concocted and holy shittttt

“Wait,” Eddie says quickly, twisting to hold Steve’s hands, “wait, wait, wait, are you— just how out of my league are you???”

“Eons,” Gareth wheezes.

“I’m not out of your league,” Steve says and Eddie can practically hear the eye roll as he tugs Eddie close and kisses him on the cheek. “Obviously.”

[birdie-go]

genuinely what the fuck is this. official f1 instagram account. what. i’m rattling my cage. gnawing gnashing etc.

[yeiwing]

a quick presentation on my findings as a casual podcast consumer

[cuterrguy]

quick shitpost redraw of that miraculous comic

jimmy missed the memo

[melodyoffire]

no one:

the ghoul:

[whumpdaydreamerx]

Caretaker picking an injured Whumpee up off the floor and pulling them into their lap, back against their chest.

Whumpee being semiconscious, only able to manage a groan as their head falls back against Caretaker’s shoulder.

[ap3orus]

Golden retriever

[mageofmadness]

tags: fluff, humor

it’s like three months into your relationship with sylus and things are going great but he’s exhausted after a long day of being a big bad tough guy and you’re spending the night and he can’t help but be excited for the fantastic sleep he knows he’s about to get. finally, exhausted and boneless in bed, he’s drifting off to sleep until he feels you poke at his chest.

he ignores it.

you poke at his cheek.

a heavy sigh. ‘sylus?’

he gives up. ‘yes, sweetie?’ you don’t answer so sylus lifts, squinting at you in the dark. ‘hm?’ you’re gnawing at your lip, he can just make out a slight frown on your face. ‘what is it? what’s wrong?’ he asks finally lifting to his elbow, forcing his exhaustion away and brushing the hair from your face. ‘you can tell me.’

finally: ‘i’m sorry i shot you.’

sylus’ fingers pause. he falls back into bed groaning. for fucks sake. ‘sweetheart, please. you’ve apologized for that—‘

‘yes, but it was mean. why on earth did you—‘

‘i’m exhausted, sweetie. my back hurts—‘

‘i just can’t believe you let me shoot you!’

‘i let you shoot me because i knew i was going to be fine,’ sylus groans. ‘i’ve apologized. sweetheart.’

‘but i should be the one apologizing to you. i know it hurt your feelings—‘

he shuts you up with a kiss, hoping it works this time but kisses only have a success rate of about 50% when it comes to this now age-old argument.

[shepscapades]

When I first saw this I was mostly flooded with relatively angsty thoughts, but the more I tried to translate those thoughts realistically onto the page, the sillier and sillier they got =w=

[shhuuga]

giggling maniacally as i think of this but!!!

(frank castle x black!reader)

frank castle does NOT moan. he grunts and groans and cusses like a goddamn animal and it is so beyond hot. it's slow and long at the beginning. like how he struggles to push completely in you so he's gotta open his girl up (via rubbing your clit reeeeaaalll slow) and when your thick, brown legs fall open all pliant for him, he takes the chance to thrust forward and nest the rest of him inside you. then they pick up a lil, when he speeds up his thrusts and slides one of his hands up to grip your neck softly, cutting off your air jus a bit (frankie boy was very clear that he'd never choke u hard, sorry bb) he leans down, some of his weight forcing your legs to bunch up and angle him right where you need him. next thing you know, he's started to unravel, to fall apart at the seams. he starts talking, and he doesn't stop.

"that's my fuckin' girl..take me, baby. that's right. you gonna cum, huh? you're squeezing me so-- fuck. fuckin' tight, baby. too deep, hm? no, i don't think so, mama. you're a big girl, baby. you can take it."

he mutters attagirls and that's its all the while you cum, but goes nonverbal the second he starts chasing his high, just groaning and grunting, and fucking into you like a caveman.