#// im so excited to be back soon!

[asteraws]

my clown college grad project from december last year 🎪

[duckdodger]

TOTTMNT Info from SDCC

- They showed characters designs of all the cast (images on keep reading)

- Rod is Bishop’s assistant

- Leo & Raph banter is back

- Hun & Angel are also back

- they got separated from a firework explosion

- the show has two arcs , first arc is about bishop and second arc is about the sea mutants

- the intro will change each time a character’s arc changes (the intro song that was just released had a punkish vibe because they are starting with the mechazoid arc , sea mutants will appear in another version of the intro)

- the audience had a preview of the upcoming episodes & there’s been good feedback :D !!

(Credit for the info tmnt4eva tmnttamis4 & streetsofpaige kittykathaynes via Twitter)

[spearxwind]

Ough tomorrow if ppl are interested i can talk abt my new oc ideas from today bc Im actually really excited about them 👉👈

[ywpd-translations]

Ride 776: “Three seconds”

Pag 1

1: You don't follow the common sense of road racing

That's why

2: we caught up to you using the “common sense of road racing”!!

Pag 2

1: …. yon

2: There's 500m left until the sprint line!!

3: So what are you gonna do, Mountain bike guy!!

4: Sohoku and Hakogaku cooperated and caught the guy who had jumped ahead!!

Pag 3

1: It's starting again!! The three-ways battle!!

Amazing!

So exciting!!

They're continuing to move forward in that formation!!

Goo, Sohokuu!!

Kanagawaa!!

Pag 4

1: 400m left!!

2: The tension is shooting up!!

400m!!

The atmosphere is charged between the three of them!!

Pag 5

1: What an incredible speed!!

2: Ahead of here!!

3: According to the course map

4: There's the last curve

5: before the sprint line!!

6: A curve...!!

Pag 6

1: Is this guy next to me going to attack?

2: He's not coming?

Does he really not have any other trick?

3: Sharpen your senses!!

Don't be careless

4: Before the sprint line

5: A mistake in judgment for just a split instant it's fatal!!

Pag 7

1: Are you really exhausted? Mountain bike guy!!

2: It must have taken a lot of energy to catch up here

3: I won't let you take even “3 seconds”!!

4: Once we turn this curve, there's gonna be 300m left!!

5: The mountain bike guy isn't my only opponent!!

The tension is rising!!

7: Is Orange thinking the same thing!? I guess so!!

Pag 8

2: So you moved, Orange!!

3: So this is how it turned out!!

Pag 9

1: I want this position!!

2: Right before the curve Hakogaku and Sohoku accelerated and lined up!!

3: They're plunging into the curve like that!!

In road racing, the one who

Pag 10

1: clears the “final curve” first, has the highest chance of winning!!

Pag 11

1:Horuaaaaa

2: Buooogh

Pag 12

1: Buooooragh!!

2: Dammit!! He moved ahead and covered me!!

San-na!!

Pag 13

2: Orange!!

2: Tch!!

Hakogaku's Doubashi is taking the final curve before the sprint line in the lead!!

6: Wait, what's this uneasy feeling

The cells of my body are feeling something strange

Pag 14

1: Is there something...? That I'm missing!?

2: That's right

Pag 15

1: This is how you always stop your leg in curves

2: if you turn them the wrong way, with the high speed you had reached in the curve, your pedals will hit the ground and it would be dangerous

3: “Stop”

Which means

4: You can rest your legs....

5: That time is approximately....

Pag 16

1: Three seconds!!

….1.....2

Pag 17

2: ….3

4: I'm so glad, yon, there was a curve before the sprint line

Pag 19

1: Be careful, San-na, that guy is attacking again!!

Pag 20

1: “Orange”!!

2: Aventador!!

[balmungkriemhild]

i haven't drawn touhou fanart in a hot minute, have I? Have this Purikura-Style Yuyuko

(consider reblogging & donating to my Ko-fi, thank you!)

[moeblob]

idk man I had to speed run art bc something will happen Soon™ that I need to not be online for.

[ghosttotheparty]

a mess of holy things (preview) cw: (soft) dom/sub; mentions of god & church; nsfw

“You’ve ruined my spirit,” Steve giggles, dodging Eddie’s hand as it whips out to tap his cheek. “Defiled my soul!”

“Don’t say it like that,” Eddie laughs, snatching a pillow up and hitting Steve with it as Steve laughs, trying to catch it. “Like I’ve corrupted you.”

The word does something to Steve, who falters as he grabs the pillow from Eddie and hits him back. Eddie hides his face, laughing in that way he does, his nose scrunched, eyes squeezed shut. Steve looks at him, hesitating. 

“...What if I’m… Like. Into that?” 

Eddie looks at him, flicking his hair back and raising his eyebrows. Steve’s face flushes with embarrassment, but it fades after a moment when Eddie reaches for the pillow and tosses it aside, pushing Steve back against the armrest of the sofa gently, leaning over him. 

“Well, in that case,” he says slyly, smoothly, leaning down to kiss Steve’s lips chastely. Steve’s chin tilts up, and his eyes flutter for a brief moment. He looks up to find Eddie gazing down at him, eyes shining, lips curved into a small, soft smile, and after another moment Eddie kisses him again, his hand lifting to hold the side of Steve’s face as their lips part. Steve reaches to hold his waist, fingers tightening on the fabric of his shirt.

They’re both panting when they part, lips wet, and Steve opens his eyes to look at him.

“You like that I fucked you up?” Eddie asks softly, and Steve squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, nodding. 

“Yeah,” he says breathlessly. “Yes.”

Eddie smiles at him, caressing his face. 

“I want…” Steve trails off, eyes trained on Eddie’s lips, his heart pounding. Eddie nudges their noses together, still smiling. 

“What do you want, baby boy?” he whispers. “Tell me.”

“I…” Steve shifts, and Eddie lets him sit up, leaning back to sit across from him. Steve looks at the sofa between them, his fingers tangling anxiously. “I want…” He takes a short breath, closing his eyes as he exhales, finding his words. 

“I wanna belong to you,” he says slowly, still looking down, “the way… the— the Church thinks I belong to them.” He pauses, biting his lip, cheeks hot. “That doesn’t make any sense,” he mutters almost to himself, but Eddie interrupts before he can apologize. 

“That makes sense,” he says, his voice light, gentle and quiet. “...Look at me.”

Steve is helpless to obey, lifting his gaze to meet Eddie’s, throat suddenly tight, and Eddie’s expression is soft, head tilted. He reaches out to touch Steve’s cheek, running his fingertips down to his chin to lift it as he leans in to kiss him softly. Steve melts into it, shoulders slumping. 

“You know you don’t have to be ashamed of what you want from me,” Eddie says gently, still holding Steve’s chin. “Right?”

“Yes, sir,” Steve says weakly. Eddie’s smile widens a little. 

“Good boy,” he murmurs. “Now look at me,” he says more firmly. “And tell me what you want.”

His hand falls. 

Steve’s eyes flick back and forth between Eddie’s, and he takes a deep, slow breath, pausing for a moment. His fingers are still tangled in his lap, and he wants to reach out and hold Eddie’s hand, but he can’t make himself reach out to him. 

“I w—” His voice cuts off, and he looks away as he swallows nervously before he meets Eddie’s eyes again. He sees the brief shine of approval in Eddie’s expression, a slight smile and a nod. “I want you to… to remind me that I’m yours.”

He takes another breath, and Eddie waits. 

“And no one else’s,” Steve adds, his voice soft and weak. “…Not even God’s.”

Eddie blinks at him, quiet. 

Steve’s heart is beating so fast it might jump out of his chest, and he can’t really catch his breath, even when he inhales slowly and deeply, it’s like his lungs don’t quite fill all the way. After a moment he realizes Eddie’s eyes are shining like he might start crying, and Steve’s chest tightens even more, aching as he leans a little bit closer, longing to reach out and touch him. 

Eddie beats him to it, hands raising to Steve’s face, holding his cheeks as he leans in and kisses him hard, their mouth crashing together as Steve gasps. It’s a lingering kiss, softening after a moment, and Steve finally touches him, lifting a hand to hold his wrist. 

Eddie presses their foreheads together when they part, breathing hard, and then he lifts his head, looking at Steve. His eyes are still shiny. 

“I want you to go to my room,” he says quietly, firmly, “and get naked. And I want you to wait for me. I’ll be there in a minute, okay?”

“Yes, sir,” Steve breathes, eyes falling to Eddie’s lips as his brain fuzzes. Eddie smiles softly, kissing him again before he lets his hands fall. 

“Go on,” Eddie says, lifting his chin in the direction of the door, and Steve exhales, leaning in to kiss him one more time before he stands shakily and leaves the room. 

His hands shake as he lifts his shirt over his head and folds it before setting it on Eddie’s desk chair. His chest still feels tight, but he can still feel Eddie’s lips on his, Eddie’s hands on his face, Eddie’s whispers ghosting over his skin. And it all makes him feel better. Makes him feel like God isn’t glaring down at him. Makes him feel right. 

He shivers when he’s bare, making sure his clothes stay on the chair before he looks around the room, pausing, unsure of where he should wait. He eyes the bed for a moment; it’s made neatly, the blankets smooth, pillows organized, but after a second his gaze falls to the floor next to it. 

He kneels. 

The wood makes his knees ache, but he sighs in relief, closing his eyes, hands folding over his lap as he waits for Eddie. The skin of his thighs is warmer than his fingertips. 

He opens his eyes when he hears the floor creak outside the bedroom door, a slight shift in weight, and Eddie is coming in, eyes trained on Steve. His hair is tied up now, and his sleeves are pushed up to reveal his inked forearms, and Steve feels his blood rush. Eddie closes the door behind himself like they need privacy from the rest of the apartment, and something about the way he does it makes Steve’s head feel too light for his neck. He exhales slowly, lifting his chin to look up at Eddie as he approaches him. 

Eddie touches his face, holding his chin, sighing softly. 

“Did so well waiting for me,” he murmurs. 

“I like being good for you,” Steve says without thinking, his voice slow and sleepy. Eddie smiles down at him, and then he’s moving down to the floor, kneeling in front of Steve, their knees touching. 

“I know,” he whispers. “‘S why you’re my good boy, right?” Steve is nodding before the last word is even out of Eddie’s mouth, and Eddie’s smile widens, his eyes sparkling. “Always so perfect,” he adds, murmuring, his hands touching Steve’s face. Steve’s eyes close. 

They open when Eddie’s hands disappear from his face, desperately looking for him even though he’s right in front of him. Eddie is pulling off his flannel, eyes downcast, and his shirt rides up his stomach a little bit as he reaches up to set the flannel on the bed. Steve’s eyes get stuck there, gazing at the strip of pale skin, at the whisper of dark hair and the tiny bit of visible ink, and then Eddie’s shirt falls again, hiding it. Steve’s eyes fall to Eddie’s lap, to the bulge under his jeans. His face flushes with heat, with want and something he can’t name. 

He swallows when he finally lifts his gaze to meet Eddie’s. Eddie is looking at him, half-smiling, and Steve feels even more bare than he is. He can’t hide the way Eddie is affecting him, not when he’s naked like this. And Eddie’s eyes keep scanning his body, sliding over his spotted skin like he wants to eat it. (Steve would let him probably. Eddie tends to make him feel a little crazy.) His eyes linger on Steve’s lap, and Steve’s cheeks burn with shame. 

Eddie’s smile grows and he moves close. Reaches to touch Steve’s face with a feather-light touch that makes Steve close his eyes, makes him turn his face into Eddie’s hand. But Eddie’s hand doesn’t linger, slipping over his throat teasingly, over his neck, to the back of his head, where it buries itself in Steve’s hair and tightens. Steve’s breath catches in his throat as Eddie pulls gently. Steve’s vision blurs when he opens his eyes, looking at Eddie’s face longingly as Eddie leans closer.

His voice is quiet, dangerous, tender, when he whispers, his breath on Steve’s face. 

“Do I tempt you, Steve Harrington?”

And Steve nods dumbly, eyes stuck on Eddie’s mouth, lips parted. 

“Yes. I…” He shivers when Eddie traces a line over his jaw with his other hand, then a line on his cheek, connecting two moles that Steve knows are there, that he knows Eddie looks at a lot. “I want you.”

Eddie leans closer, and their lips brush, and Steve keens, closing his eyes as he aches with it, with the desire. It’s in his bones, hot and molten, making him melt against Eddie’s body, falling against his chest, and Steve knows his own heart is pounding, but now he knows Eddie’s is too, and he suppresses a smile when their lips brush again. Eddie’s fingers tighten in his hair. It hurts. But Steve just sighs, lifting his head into Eddie’s hand, and the next words that come from his throat are weak and breathy and fucking desperate.

“I need you.”

-----

Steve is from a small town; less than 3,000 people, and he's been lonely all his life. When he leaves for college, his parents warn him against the heathens of the rest of the world, but his eyes find someone interesting, someone his parents would hate, hide from, pray for. And Steve finds that he can't really bring himself to care what they'd think. As his faith fades, so does his loneliness, and something else takes their place.

permanent taglist: @estrellami-1 @theplantscientist <3 (comment to be added to permanent taglist or taglist for this specific fic when i start posting it)

[makorragal-312]

I wish you guys could understand how much it sucks that this season really does seem to give the POSSIBILITY of something ACTUALLY shifting in terms of Buddie, but Kr*sten did so much damage and had me so pissed and scarred from the Season 6 finale that I spent this whole goddamn hiatus conditioning myself to stop getting my hopes up.

[poniko-w]

look at my zombie adukin doodle

10000 gela for the first person who can get adukin to admit she has issues & go to therapy. or like any of the numas really

[sil3ntm0thart]

my fields of mistria farmer! really like the game!

[mollyrolls]

driving up to school today. spider-man akaashi on the brain. i’m making our friendship bracelets bc i was inspired by ness and idgaf.

WAR IS OVER ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

[caluupin]

neuvi is meeting his peepaw rn

[anoiximera]

Part 4

Apropos of Nothing

First Previous Next

[uzidoormanned]

houuggh i’m not ready for episode 8 and i need to make it EVERYONE’s problem.

[wikiangela]

tease tidbit tuesday

one of the first wips I opened in the new year (right after midnight bc I spent new year's in bed bc im still sick and im so fucking tired of it jfc😂) was the married buddie smut, and I finally made some progress after weeks lol I feel like this might be the first fic I'm gonna post in 2024 👀

prev snippet

(under the cut bc it's nsfw lol) ___

“We both know you can’t wait to be inside me, so get on with it.” Buck says, chuckling and panting, squirming underneath Eddie.

“Is that so?” Eddie raises an eyebrow, ready to accept the challenge, damn his own impatience and horniness.

“Eddie.” Buck whines, thrusting his hips up, but Eddie predicts that and moves away. Buck groans in disappointment, still through laughter. “Just fuck me already.”

“So romantic.” Eddie snorts, lightly biting at Buck’s neck. He decides to indulge him, and himself, and rolls his hips against Buck’s again. Buck moans loudly, and the sound combined with the friction makes Eddie’s hard cock get more and more difficult to ignore.

“Please, baby.” Buck pants, trying to wriggle his hands out of Eddie’s grip. Eddie tightens his hold, feeling Buck’s wedding ring dig into his hand, his own ring pressing against Buck’s.

___

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[as-i-watch]

MY GUY! THAT'S MY GUY!!