#(not really but yanno)

[yamisnuffles]

You ever make a decision for a fic and you know it's the right one but you don't wanna.

[musette22]

I just wanted to ask (and hope it isn't a redundant question because I didn't see it elsewhere on your blog) if you'll still be reblogging content that eventually comes from Thunderbolts. I understand and hope others do too if you decide not to but I was curious about if it's separate for you or not. And if you haven't decided yet since this was just announced, I think that's totally valid and look forward to an update in the future. 💖

Hi my love! I haven't really discussed this before, so it's not a redundant question, no! As you know, I haven't watched any new Marvel content since EG, and I don't plan on watching new Marvel content in the future either, so my reblogs of new Marvel content are currently also limited. That's most likely how it's going to be for Thunderbolts too; I'm not going to be purposely boycotting it or anything like that, but since it's not something I want to watch, I imagine I won't want to see too much of it on my dash or blog either.

Of course, I still 100% support Sebastian, so there will probably be quite a lot of promo content on my dash once that starts, but probably not too much of the actual movie, if that makes sense. It's still a long way away though, so who knows, but for now, this is how I envision it. Thanks for asking and for being lovely about it! 💖

[karofsky]

I could save for my move up north in the next couple years OR I could save and buy a house in Portugal and get a visa

[merrigel]

I want it back = I drag its dead weight forward

[gameswillbeplayed]

the first work week back after holidays took me OutTM so no rp this weekend. might get some inspiration during next week but currently im trying to a) spend time with fiance b) play pkmn c) play genshin and d) do all those good-person things like eating properly and sleeping and stuff and it’s proving Complex. up for plotting and chatting and like. crack rp’s and stuff but yanno. rl be exhausting i want 3-4 day work weeks and more money etc

[meltymoth]

bailey again

[hershey-the-person]

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[skrunksthatwunk]

i just know his ass has a debilitating urge to chew ice constantly (<- projecting)

[sentientcave]

Fuck-ass Mohawk

Contains: Alcohol, smoking (cigarettes and cannabis), Soap being Soap, Ghost being Ghost, uninvited touching, tall fem reader

Short little thing about Johnny liking it a bit when you're a bitch to him (And Ghost likes it too)

868 Words ~ MDNI

You’d rather stay home and play board games, but Laurie had convinced everyone that it was a good night for clubbing. You hated clubs— The noise, the crowds, the smell of sweat and alcohol and hormones— and spent the better part of club nights standing outside chain-smoking, or crammed into a dirty bathroom stall holding back a friend’s hair as she threw up blue curacao because she didn’t listen to you when you told her to eat dinner before going out. Tonight didn’t look like it was going to end up with anyone puking their guts up, at least. Laurie’s flirting with a gorgeous hunk with a devastating smile, and Alex and Hannah are dancing, so you go out the side door into the alley for some fresh air. Or air, anyway, since the alley’s where folks go to smoke. You light a joint, because at least that will dull the effect that the sound is having on your head. It’s getting close to midnight, which at least means the night is almost over, so long as someone doesn’t drag you along to some weirdo’s house. “Hey, wha’s a bonnie thing like ye doin’ out here all alone?” A voice purrs in your ear. You jump, surprised that he could get so close with out you noticing him, especially once you turn and really look at him. He’s huge, not that tall, probably your height when you’re not wearing boots (You have about an inch and a half on him in your shit-kickers), but broad and way more muscled than anyone has any reason to be, wrapped in a too-tight shirt, and smiling at you, bright blue eyes fixed on yours with unnerving intensity. He pats your shoulder. “Didnae mean to scare ye, lass, just wanted to say hello.” You take a big step to the side, establishing a new bubble of personal space without him in it. “Well, hello,” you say dismissively. “Goodbye.” There’s a snort from a few meters away, a big fellow with a kn95 mask dangling on one ear, his hand up in front of his face, a cigarette clamped between his fingers. “Och, dinnae be like tha’, hen.” “Don’t like it?” you ask, glaring at him. “Go away. Plenty of girls in there’ll go for whatever all this is.” A sweeping, unimpressed glance from his boots and ripped jeans up to his stupid mohawk would usually do the trick, but it only made this fellow smile wider. “No’ enough fer ya? I can sweeten tha deal some. The big fella doesnae mind sharin’ a sweet lass with me noo and again. There’s plenty of ye ta go around.” “Johnny,” the big fellow in question says sternly. His mask is back in place, covering the lower half of his face. “Dun’t look like she’s interested.”

“Tha’s where you’re wrong, LT. She just doesna want to admit it. Hen’s got pride. Wants to make me work for it, right lass?” He winks at you. “No. Don’t like your fuck-ass mohawk.” You puff on your joint, keeping your face still while he splutters, indignant. “Fuck-ass mohawk?” he asks. “What do ye mean by tha’?” “I mean it looks like you have a contentious relationship with your father,” you say. Maybe you’re being a bit mean, but it’s always fun to take a cocky fucker down a peg or two. “I don’t fuck with men with daddy issues. Most of ‘em are cops or military lads.” The big guy— LT?— laughs aloud at that while Johnny’s still looking at you with his mouth hanging open. The side door opens, and your friends pile out, Laurie arm in arm with her hunk, and Hannah and Alex clinging to handsome fellows of their own. “There you are,” Laurie says. “We’re going back to Hannah’s. Are you coming?” “Uh. I guess.” Laurie beams at you, and looks up at her hunk. “Kyle, do you need to find your friends?” “Nah. These lads right here.” He gestures at Johnny and LT. with a grin. “Knew Ghost would be out here, and Soap’s always followin’ him around like the big puppy he is.” “Ah’m no’!” You fall into step at the rear of the group. You’ll probably head home rather than join them, but Hannah’s flat is on the way to your own. Johnny and his handler flank you, matching your stride when you slow down or speed up. Annoying. “So what, is the big guy your replacement daddy?” you ask. “Wha— No!” Johnny says hotly. “He’s just my lieutenant.” “Could be your daddy, if you like,” Ghost says, putting a heavy hand on the back of your neck. “Got a thing for caustic little cunts.” “Oh fuck off,” you say, trying to shove his hand off. His grip squeezes a little tighter, and you try to ignore the way that core clenches around nothing. You channel the heat into anger, and dig your nails into his wrist hard. “Don’t fucking touch me.” He grunts, but doesn’t seem all that affected by your claws. “Look at you, ‘issin’ and spittin’ like a puffed up alley cat. S’cute. But save it for later, eh? Don’t want you to tire yourself out too early.”

[sleepytoycollection]

If there is anything I have ever made I would defend as high art, it's Centaurbie. Genuinely. Any work that instills such deep reactions from people has to be.

[essektheylyss]

I'm frankly so sick of the "Caleb was just sad" narrative, because it's such a reductive misreading of both his personality and his narrative. He is deeply self-destructive for much of the campaign, yes, but it's a by-product of guiltily smothering his righteous fury for as long as he has, and when he is not burning with that rage, he is simply tired with everything instead.

Fundamentally, he exists within the paradox of the fact that there is no end that he can see that would satisfy both the fury and the exhaustion. But at no point is he merely sad.

[kaslanistest]

*ryoshu voice* I.D.N.A. if this looks like yuri to the viewers

[blaiddraws]

something something protective dragons etc

or, maybe you shouldn't banish the kid that the menacing powerful dragon man is attached to.

[byrdblood]

i did pixel versions of that post from the other day! both versions will be archived on the toyhouse project they were made for, but the pixel versions are the ones that will be shown front and center. (if you noticed the change, that's why)

reminder: reblogs, yes, reposts, no. the more i catch people stealing my art, the more obnoxious my watermarking will become.

[iliadeleart]

[h2oaffirmations]