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[soaked-doors]

yeah it’s sabolaw again

[irunaki]

personal comfort piece

[esp4rr]

Robotnik didn't know what to do with all that...

[huh-whuh]

hii :33 <3

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[bird-out-of-water]

@officialtowntroubadour Listen. They forgot me at soccer practice at least twice and I had to use my coach's cell phone to call them to come pick me up after everybody else was already gone. And they would also forget to pick me up from school if I stayed after for a club. And then the office started closing the window with the phone that students could use earlier and when I had to bang on the office door to get somebody to come let me use the phone they'd be like "we'll why don't you just use one of your friends' cell phones". Like bruh. Because! Everybody! Already! Left!!!

If you don't remember, make your best estimate.

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[littlestpersimmon]

Sooner or later we will have to accept that "space" in its most ideal is something that is not finite, and that you will have to share "space" with people who aren't 100% like you; that exclusivity is something that can be evil within the context of what makes society- not even animals are things that can be taxonimied neatly, and the nature of humans are in many ways far more complex; you will have to reject the things inside you that makes you want identities as monolithic, you will have to embrace things that are new, alien, things you cannot sympathize with, things that you cannot reference back to yourself, and simply not about you- you have to understand why most fascism run like this- why do radfems not welcome a broader understanding of women, marginalized genders and intersexism? Why do white supremacists make up a world of undifferentiated and mythicized European history? Why do zionists homogenize jewishness and not embrace the vast and wonderful world of the diaspora? Do you want to be like these people?

[tubby1230]

HAPPY GAY MONTH!!!

w/ Stob doodles <333

I love drawing Stone being pathetic and a bashful Doctor.

Any other ideas? Still bored and am gonna maybe sketch some other stuff.

[witchyam]

han juwon everytime he barged out of dongsik's basement

[sherbertquake56]

Prison duo content for pride month??

sure :)

[loverboykirstein]

pluto.

your home planet is discredited now, but that doesn’t change a thing for you. you’re about the subconscious. you think deep. you are always working on your inner self. you take interest in weird, taboo topics. you're complex, ever-changing, truth-seeking, and easy going.

> the forgotten planet, ain’t that something.

> i always did love pluto. i remember crying when they decided to no longer credit her.

˚☽˚.⋆

ᥫ᭡。 no pressure tags: @whoreforsam @benjineedssleep @kifflepiffles @velvetlilith777 @sp1derbyt3

what planet are you truly from?

[mrheymister]

Just played the mission where Dutch feeds Bronte to an alligator and I'm having thoughts.

Yall know how Arthur is constantly railing John for being an idiot? Yall notice how Arthur refuses to speak up, he is steadfastly silent he is literally the audience, while John is like "wtf you just fed a very important mob boss to a gator how does this help us?"

Bc Arthur is thinking the same thing. He is appalled. They all are. But John is the one who speaks up. He voices the thoughts that everyone is thinking. They all know Dutch is out of line here, but John is the only one to call him on it.

So how is it the wolf-eaten idiot is the only one with any sense? Idk he took a year off, and gained perspective? He knows he's insulated bc he's the 'golden boy"?

John has real stakes now. He took his son for granted until he was kidnapped, and the threat of losing him became real. Arthur doesn't know it yet, but he's already seeking absolution vicariously via John. They all want out, but they're looking to Dutch to lead them out, and John is the only one starting to see that Dutch is only leading them to their execution.

But what can he do? He'd lean on Arthur, but arthur ain't a leader. Arthur can think on his feet but he can't really think beyond that, he's always relied on Dutch and Hosea, and Hosea is outnumbered.

Anyways John and Hosea have tried and tried to warn the gang off Dutch's path but Arthur knows nothing else but to back Dutch. And with Arthur standing by Dutch till his last the rest of em really have no other option but to follow. Arthur is literally the #3 most important voice. Anyways I'm drunk this has been a post.

[kjiscrawlingbackformore]

Movie Night

Jackie Taylor x Fem!reader

Summary: It’s the end of summer before your senior year of high school. And you decide a trip to Wilmington beach for the week is exactly what you and Jackie (your very secret girlfriend) is what you need.

A/N : Just some Jackie Taylor Fluff to get me through these next few days. On my Jackie Taylor clingy gf agenda 😔

Jackie’s hands felt tied behind her back. Watching you choose between renting clueless or toy story. She had her hands on her hips and she watched you hold the two together with this concentration. Like she had asked you to pick which wire to cut before the bomb went off.

“It’s not that hard to pick a movie.” Jackie whines impatiently.

She walks behind you, close enough to you to drop her chin onto your shoulder. Getting a perfect vantage point to see the two movies you were deciding between. You scoff, and motion to the movies in your hands.

“Jax, I know you’re not a movie girl. But this is a very hard decision because it could make or break the vibes of the night.” You explain seriously.

Jackie rolls her eyes, letting her cheek settle into your shoulder. Her hands moving to hug you from behind now. She seriously didn’t get it. You were having a movie night together, one last one before the end of summer, and the start of senior year.

You had saved up all summer working for your uncle in his tire shop to take Jackie to your grandparents beach house in Wilmington, North Carolina. The drive was eight hours of Jackie nonstop talking and your endless supply of mixtapes (you definitely borrowed from Van) and her need for pit stops.

All for a week of getting to be together...without pretending.

So really you were here just to pick a movie you both would make out to. Jackie didn’t fucking care about the ambience of her kissing you. She just wanted to kiss you. It made Jackie sigh, but then she looked at the movies.

Oh wait.

Jackie then pointed at Toy Story. “I’ll be honest I don’t want to make out with a cartoon about talking toys playing in the background.”

That made you burst into a deep laugh. One that made Jackie’s lips tug into a smile. A warm feeling settling in her chest. She loves that sound.

“What? It’s true.” She says with a shrug.

You nod, “No I know. I just wasn’t expecting you to say that-“

“I know!! Isn’t it the best? I can just say what I want to now.” Jackie squeals in excitement, “Like you wearing my old jersey with those shorts is so hot. Or I can do this now.” Jackie ends with giving you a firm lingering kiss on your neck.

You swallow hard, face flushing. You chuckle at her excitement and find yourself twisting around to look at her properly. One hand caressing her cheek, and the other holding up clueless.

She was so pretty, dark blonde hair, tied back into a ponytail. Looking at you like you were the only person in the world. You fought the urge to pinch her.

You give her a kiss, dangerously close to her mouth, and then a wink. “You’re the best.”

Jackie rolls her eyes. “I know I am. Are we done? I want to go home and eat, and watch the movie.” She throws up air quotation marks with movie that make you chuckle.

“Yes we are done. But let the record show-I thought we were actually going to watch a movie together.” You admit, walking to the cashier.

Jackie laughs, “Aw baby, you’re so cute. When have was the last time we actually watched a movie?”

You open your mouth to answer but she doesn’t let you. “Yeah never is the answer. Because whenever it’s just you and me…ALONE? I have other things on my mind.”

You give her a pointed look before paying for the rental. She gives the cashier a polite smile, as you make small talk to this cashier. Overhearing your girlfriend indirectly talk about having sex.

Jackie grabs onto your arm as you walk out of the store, after a few steps she hums. “You have to admit, this is so awesome.”

“It kinda is.” You agree, leading the way back to your grandparents home.

Your eyes taking in the sight of the small beach town. Passing shops, and small local restaurants, the smell of sunblock and sea salt in the air. The sun illuminating hitting Jackie just right to make her look-

“It makes me extra excited to graduate. This will get to be our life forever. Just you me and our movie nights.” Jackie sighs with a dreamy look in her eyes.

She was wearing a white tank top and a pair of your jean shorts. Hair up and cheeks sun kissed from the beach. Tiny freckles splattered all over her nose from sunbathing no doubt.

She was perfect.

“This trip is making the countdown to graduation feel-“

“Fucking too far away” Jackie finished with a groan. “The idea of having to endure another year of petty Wiskayok drama is unbearable. But if I have to watch George fucking Henley flirt with you at my locker one more time I’m going to commit a crime.” Jackie fumes, eyebrows furrowed and her hand squeezing your arm.

That happened a lot. Just as much as Jackie had her string of admirers. So did you, maybe worse since the rumor you kissed a girl spread like wildfire last year. Jackie had to fend off not only fuckers in the film club your in, but also the damn theater girls.

She still brings up Ashley’s good luck kiss to the cheek during the Wildcats game, whenever she’s pissed. She had the good idea to finger you in the back seat of her car as soon as you got back from the game. All to remind you-you were hers. Hers to kiss, hers to have, hers only.

You shivered at the memory.

“-Well luckily it’s just one more year. We can handle one more year until freedom.” You assure her with a smile, you kiss her cheek hoping to calm her down and it helps her loosen the grip on your arm.

The walk wasn’t a long one to the house. But it felt so sweet in an indulgent way. Too good to be true. Walking the way lovers do out in the open with Jackie.

It was like a sacred moment.

You weren’t even a tiny bit religious, but getting to feel Jackie’s lips on yours without the cares of eyes on you both. It felt cathartic in a way you’d assume an answered prayer felt. You wanted to stay in the bliss of the week forever.

Jackie seemed too caught up in the actual moment to seem to notice you’re more reverent state. Rambling about friends, and goals, and soccer, and colleges. Jackie had a plan for just about everything, including post graduation.

She had a list of all the soccer scholarships she was going to get after winning Nationals. Which colleges were closest to your choice colleges and the best apartments for you two to split. She even had plant babies and a cat picked out for you both to raise.

It was so fucking endearing. Jackie had doubled down on soccer being the most realistic avenue to getting the tuition to go into the colleges closest to yours choices. She knew you were too fucking smart not to get into most places.

You worked your ass off for three years straight, played offside for the yellowjackets and tutored on the side. Jackie was determined to grow at the pace you set. One thing she refused to happen is for you to outgrow her. Not when you were the best thing that ever happened to her.

“Look at this house babe!” She lets go of your arm to get a better look of the yellow beach home off the cul-de-sac nearest to your grandparents place.

It had a front yard and a wraparound porch. The tree out front had a big swing and it was walking distance to the beach downtown and a few minutes walk to the nearest beach. Jackie’s eyes were wide and she was practically buzzing with excitement.

“We NEED to build our own house off the beach just like this one baby. It would be so perfect!! PICTURE IT! I can be a school teacher and you can start that coffee shop you’ve been dreaming about starting. Raise our kids to be ocean babies. Thoughts?” Jackie asks, in a way that’s not really asking.

Her hand has now grabbed your hand to pull you to the fencing of the house to get a closer look. “See, we can have our morning coffee’s there on the front porch, watching the kids play. I’ll grade homework you’ll do…whatever business people do. IT’S-“

“-Perfect.”

“So what I’m hearing is you’re in? Because I think this is a big deal for the future of the Taylor estate.” Jackie teases, her hips swaying.

You snicker, “Now…when did we agree to Taylor being the last name? What about my last name? You know the Y/L/N estate?”

Jackie rolls her eyes, “No offense but I think as the only child in this relationship we have to give the Taylor name a chance to live on. Also Y/N Taylor sounds soooo hot. Like so sexy.”

“I feel like I’m being hate crimed for having a brother.”

“Okay that’s dramatic, I want my girl friend to have my last name how is that a hate crime?”

“Did it ever occur to you I want the same thing?”

“How about this, first one to the house gets rights to our last name?”

And before you could answer she was gone. Leaving you in the dust watching her race to the house. You gasped in disbelief before running to catch up with her. Which was stupid, and unfair. Jackie was the captain of the fucking girls soccer team.

The varsity soccer team no less.

She smoked you, sitting on the kitchen counter with a smug grin and water bottle in hand for you to drink. You wordlessly snatched it from her hand, chasing your breath, and clutching your side.

“You’re welcome future Mrs. Taylor.” She sings.

“You are a little cheater.”

“I won fair and square baby.”

You scoff, taking a big sip of the water in your hand. “Sure varsity super star.”

“Shouldn’t have quit the team. Speaking of…you should come back.” Jackie says with a pout, making grabby hands at you from her spot on the counter.

You can’t even help the small smile on your lips. You walk in between her legs. Water bottle abandoned behind you to place both your hands on her waist. Her hands hold onto your face to keep it up looking at her.

“Come back to the team.” She repeats with a more whine to the tone.

You roll your eyes. She has not stopped asking since your last game. A few months back. You told the team you wouldn’t be coming back next year. Now did that stop Van and Natalie from betting on whether that’s true or not.

No it didn’t.

But you meant it. Which is why Jackie was a broken record advocating for the saving of your soccer career. The pads of her fingers are caressing the apples of your cheeks. With so much softness it tickled a little.

“Jax, you know how my parents are-“

“-They love me. They would want you to stay on the team with me.

You laugh a breathy laugh. “Baby they want me to get into a good college. Not kick the ball around with my insanely hot girlfriend.”

“-Kicking the ball around with your insanely hot and sexy girlfriend will help you get into a great college. Have you told them that? Let’s tell them that when we get back.” Jackie corrects, with a kiss to the forehead like it seals the deal.

You give her a pointed look, “Jax-“

Jackie sighs, her hands covering your face. “Nooooo, don’t say no. I don’t want to spend my last soccer season without you. Who else will I get to make out with under the bleachers at away games-“

You peel her hands away from your face, so you could actually see her. “-Uh no one I would hope.”

“See, that’s why you have to come back. So my lips won’t go so long with being on yours.” Jackie argues,

You snicker, tiling your head. Studying this girl in front of you. “You’re unbelievable.”

“I know right.” She beams, leaning down to kiss you.

A proper kiss on the lips. Moving your hands to hold her waist. As soon as they are where she wants them her own hands slide up to curl around your neck. Tilting your head slightly so she can kiss you harder.

You tighten your hold on her. Pulling Jackie flush against you. Heartbeat beating loudly in your ears. Thankful for the counter that’s steadying you both. As Jackie devours your lips like it’s water in a desert and she’s been deprived for days.

Your fingers wonder underneath the hem of her tank top. Which makes Jackie hum above you. She pulls away abruptly.

“No.”

Your eyebrows furrow. “No?”

“No. Say you’ll come back and then I’ll let you touch me.” Jackie bargains, cheeks flushed, but her face is determined.

You let out a strained groan, hand on your forehead. Chest rising and falling trying to catch a breath. “That’s like…so fucking unfair.” You whine.

Jackie shrugs, face deadpanned. But her lips twitch twice and I know she’s fighting a smug grin. You study her. And she’s got that look. She is fully prepared to suffer this entire trip just to prove a fucking point.

Just to get you to rejoin the damn Yellowjackets.

“No touching today? Or the whole trip?” You question quietly.

“Whole. Trip.” She punctuated, popping her p dramatically.

You take a step back and sigh, hands on your hips. Eyes still staring at her. Seeing if her resolve falters just a bit. And after a long moment it fucking doesn’t.

Shit.

“Jackie, if I come back I have to divide my time with school, college prep, you, and now soccer.” You try to reason.

“But soccer means more time for us. Baby…it won’t be the same without you. It’s our senior year. The last time we will get to play together. Get to play with the girls. I just think we need to try for Nationals one last time. We won’t get there without you.” Jackie Taylor pitches, with a softness in her tone that makes you weak.

Weak enough where you already know you’re going to fucking come back.

You sigh, giving her one last look before nodding. “Alright, BUT if I come back it’s on the condition you cover for me when I’m late to every practice which is bound to happen-“

“ARE YOU SERIOUS?? YOU’LL COME BACK?” Jackie voice rises in excitement.

And when you nod she pounces you. Arms wrapped around your neck. Squealing in delight. Like she just won the lottery. You grin and hold her tight.

“And guess what baby.” Jackie asks pulling back eyebrows wiggling.

“What?”

“Van owes us $30 bucks. BECAUSE MY GIRLFRIEND IS BACK ON THE TEAM!!” She announces to the empty house.

You laughed a deep belly laugh. “BABY YOU BET ON ME?”

“Of course I did. This is date money.” Jackie says, and before you could argue about the concept of gambling with date money. She grabs your face and kisses you.

Kisses you hard. Kisses you like she is craving you deeply. Her lips trailing off to your jaw, nipping at the skin. She then is back to your lips, like her own are tethered to it. Your hands hold onto her like she’s an anchor.

“Touching is on the table again so let’s go watch this damn movie.” Jackie mumbles against your lips.

You chuckle and nod, grabbing the movie and leading her to the couch. Part of you knew coming back to the team would be good. Even if it was sacrifice to your time. But fuck it-it’s your senior year. And you know the feeling settled into your chest that became a resounding fact to you.

Senior Year was going to be significant. Maybe the most significant year of high school. The last year you and Jackie have to hide. The year you both prepare to live the life you want to live before you’re actually in it.

And who knows maybe you’ll make it to Nationals too.

[lily-claw]

I was going to sleep after sketching for 5 mins... But then the time flow and it was already 2 am...

[violent138]

Dick, as a self-respecting older brother who doesn't want his home to be taken over by invasive species, does not keep anything a guest could use. Which is what leads to memorable occasions such as:

His siblings dismantling cardboard delivery boxes to use as plates

Multiple people have slept in or under a spare Nightwing costume to stay warm

Jay uses Haly as a blanket to stay warm

His curtains are repurposed as blankets

One towel gets washed six or seven times a day

All his graphic tees are frequently borrowed and no longer fit him right

His secret linen closet has enough blankets and pillows that guests bought and left over to refurbish a hotel the size of Wayne Manor

Guests His siblings do his groceries and restock all the snacks

Group meals are eaten on his bed owing to lack of chairs

There are multiple break-ins into his flat because he refuses to have a spare key or give anyone official permission in

Birdarangs used for spare utensils

First aid kit restocked at the same rate as toilet paper

[tubby1230]

I love drawing men in dresses :)