#i’m going insane

[simpin4glitchtrap]

I swear to fucking hell if I don’t get 16 more scenes from future Sonic movies or games of Shadow fucking Tails up I will kill somebody

[cdbabymp3]

oh nah got me fucked up im gonna puke

giving editor!reader and hamzah during the curaçao vlog as she dances with mandy and martin catches this clip :0

[vanillaa-sky]

Someone on tiktok just said they stopped watching TDP when they ‘made it 3D’….help

[biggesthomuradefender]

just re-watched rebellion and i’m deadass considering playing it from the beginning again rn

AND THE END CREDITS SONG??? OH MY GOD LITERALLY SO GOOD, ONE OF MY FAVORITE PMMM SONGS FOR SURE 🙏

the song in case anyone is curious :)

[bone-yarddz]

Audio books but it’s Michael Sheen reading books as Aziraphale and sometimes you hear David Tennant shouting something obnoxious as Crowley.

[ineffableteeth]

I am screaming look at these photos

Cut scene of Crowley sleeping on a WALL in his PAJAMAS (HE WEARS PAJAMAS ((AND BLACK SILK ONES AT THAT)))

(From the Script book) He DOES wake up a mess and he DOES clean up instantly (WE WERE ROBBED OF MESSY HAIR CROWLEY)

CONCEPT ART FOR CROWLEYS BEDROOM

I CANT

[ventique18]

POV: Malleus loves you (GIF)

[ceaselesswatchersspecialboy]

The Magnus institute burned in 1999. The Magnus Protocol is themed around computers from pre-2000. The end of the world craze near the end of the millennium because of the computer dates. I can’t word my thoughts right now but there’s something there I can’t believe I didn’t realise until this episode mentioning the turn of the millennium.

[bunzibo]

i’m still thinking about this

[kueren]

Hello neon genesis fandom are we alive?

[miaogo]

In case these flop on tik tok

Please read the hidden texts (I’m willing to write them down if someone asks)

Kinda ooc but I had to get it out of my system

Extra bill just cuz

[percabethcoded]

LITERALLY ME

[bltchkawa]

thank you Goro Majima for being a vessel for my creativity I love you babe

[ale-xdoesart]

The Hero

[angelplummie]

art humping your thigh while you're too busy analyzing his recent matches <33

mhm. u sit with your laptop in bed while art kisses your neck. he’s supposed to be watching too but he’s sleepy, he doesn’t wanna watch anymore, he wants to feel. he presses his lips to the base of your neck, just above your collar bone. you tilt your jaw up to allow his way with you, but you keep your eyes trained on the screen.

“you kept missing on thursday because you centre yourself to the left just a bit. he always hit it to the right and you had to scramble.”

“mm.”

his voice reverberated in your throat as his lips stayed against you.

“i don’t know if you’re playing this guy again, but it’s something to keep in mind.”

“ok.”

he moves over you, shifting his weight till both of his legs are either side of one of yours. he holds your shoulder like a child holds a teddy bear.

his head nestles into your neck, his hair tickles your chin, and you sigh.

“art im trying to help you. they’re fucking you. i don’t want to watch my husband get fucked on the court.”

“can you help me somewhere else?”

you readjust so you can see the laptop better, and kiss his scalp.

“help yourself.”

on the video, art lunges forward, his lean body extending as he grunts like a man and pounds the ball away. sweat pours from every pore on his forehead, chest, arms, and he shines in the sun. it cuts to his competitor, who grazes the ball with his racket to no avail.

in your bed, art presses down onto you, dragging himself backwards. he mewls, hoping to get more of your attention. instead of acknowledging him you pet his hair with a lazy wrist, eyes never leaving the screen. he was playing better now. he won the match after all, but it was still important to review his performance. if he got too comfortable he would start slipping. you needed him on a tight leash if he was going to keep crushing.

he rotates his hips, each time crushing your thigh with a force that must be painful to him. each layer of clothes that separated his flesh from yours slid against the other, the phantom of your touch driving him to desperation.

“you did well for this last set.”

“yeah?”

he pushed himself forward, and drew himself back raking his throbbing groin against your lower thigh. his breath shuddered on your chest. he was working up a rhythm, a dragging, quivering, breathless rhythm.

“yeah. no notes, donaldson.”

“hmm. thank you.”

“are you hard?”

“obviously.”

“i’m not helping you.”

“obviously.”

you laugh. you swirl your fingers in his cropped blonde hair.

“you can do it. i believe in you.”

he doesn’t reply, just groans. his knee was bent, and he held himself up ever so slightly so as to drive himself against you with the most force he could. in his shorts was a sticky, leaking cock, rubbed sensitive. in your panties was a wet, aching pussy. but one of you needed to think of his career.

on the video he sat down, a rest period, with his shirt off, leaning back with his legs spread.

“oh, fuck,” he said, teeth clenched.

you could feel the long thick imprint of his cock, and through all the fabric you could still feel it twitch. you sighed and closed the laptop as his humping quickened and his knee raised further between your legs. as he drove himself down upon you, he knocked his knee to the throbbing of your clit. you breathed deeply.

“you did a good job on thursday. i’m proud of you.”

“thank you. thank you.”

your hand moved to his back, tight from digging his fingers into your shoulder for purchase. he slammed his hips down, making a fwop fabric sounds. you grunted airily.

“that’s enough,” you breathed.

his hips stilled on top of you, pressed to you. he lifted his head, lips parted and cheekbones pink.

“you have a match tommorow. use it.”

[blue-the-bluest]

💕 Realization 💕

Bradley wrote in cursive while Max wrote in graffiti

They are in love, your honor.

Sketch was cute too