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[eddsworldgt]

Oh no...looks like they got caught...

(First)

[hdiggitydogg]

Dear Tumblr I have been struck by the need to broadcast my beloved son to you all, because he is a beautiful ball of fluff and sunshine. His name is Griffin.

He hopes you have a good day and perhaps might bring him some snacks.

[mysticalfg]

Saw fanart of gale in a robe n went mildly feral, possibly

[prokopetz]

Tumblr: Isn't it funny how Japanese light novels have such improbably long titles? Isn't it weird?

English literature for most of the 17th–19th Centuries:

[Image description – A photograph of a book published in 1810, whose title reads, in full: "A Reviving Cordial for a Sin-Sick Despairing Soul, in the Time of Temptation, Being an Account of the Miraculous Preservation of the Author’s Bodily Life From Many Imminent Dangers; and of the Way in Which the Spirit of God Effected the Deliverance Of His Soul From the State of Nature to the State of Grace. To Which Is Subjoined, the Only Refuge of a Troubled Soul, in the Time of Tribulation and Affliction; or, The Mystery of the Apple-Tree, Explained and Laid Open, in Two Discourses From Cant. ii. 3", by the Rev. James Barry, Minister of the Gospel.]

[insertdisc5]

quick animation to show that you don't need every single frame to look perfect, you just need your key poses to look good

[shadedraws01]

my darling son sushi who has 8 mental illnesses and 4 dollars to his name

[sanguinesmi1e]

A Round Door Like a Porthole, Lazarus Green Pt. 1 (you're here) Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4

Wayne Enterprises didn’t really need a small business specializing in “ecto-weapons” invented by self-purported ghost hunters, but S.T.A.R. Labs tipped Lucius Fox off that Lex Luthor was trying to buy an obscure little company in Illinois, and thwarting Luthor was always worthwhile. Now Tim just had to figure out what to do with all the equipment and the concerningly large arsenal of guns and things that looked like normal household items but seemed to have other, horrific purposes. He would have laughed at the way they slapped “Fenton” in front of every invention name (do ghost hunters really need a Fenton thermos? Won’t a normal thermos keep their coffee hot just as well? Are ghosts like trout, to be caught with a Fenton Ghost Fisher which just looks like a normal fishing rod but glow-in-the-dark. And what the fuck even is a Fenton Peeler!?), but he thought with some chagrin about the batarangs, batmobile, and everything else that had “bat” as a prefix in the batcave. 

However, of all the things Tim hadn’t expected to find when he flew out to do an inventory of assets after they bought the business sight-unseen, a portal generating a Lazarus Pit in gaseous form was probably at the top of his list. He didn’t even know that Lazarus water could change states from a liquid to a gas like that. Maybe there actually was something to the whole ghost thing. He supposed that it made sense for ghosts to exist, after all Deadman was part of Justice League Dark. Speaking of. . . he should see if Bruce could call in someone from JLD to assess things. He was feeling decidedly out of his depth.

John Constantine did not like to consult for mega corporations like Wayne Enterprises, but Batman had specifically requested he go check something out and he figured, where's the harm? 

There. 

There’s the harm. 

It turned out the “thing” he’d been called in to look at is a machine that can tear open a stable portal into the Infinite Realms. That is not something that should be possible. That is not something technology should be capable of achieving. That is definitely not something that should exist. Bloody hell, what had the Bats roped him into!?

This really should have been Zatana’s job. Or Deadman’s. Hell, Raven or Secret would be preferable. Because John would prefer not to be dealing with this. In fact, he would prefer to be back in literal Hell than deal with the crazy shit in the Infinite Realms. Could John handle demons, archangels, and even gods? Yeah. He can bind or exorcize most supernatural threats. Does that mean he relishes the idea of going toe to toe with heavy hitters from the Infinite Realms? Absolutely not. 

Some beings who lived there were just little blob ghosts made from ectoplasm and emotion. Some were the restless undead who could not or would not cross over to their afterlives. And some were the embodiments of concepts like nature, destructive weather, and dreams. He wasn’t sure where Death fit into the Realms, whether she ruled or visited, or if it was actually just an extension of her, but he didn’t really want to find out. There were many things John could defeat. Death wasn’t one of them. And now he was looking at a portal into a realm where the living were not meant to be. 

Danny hadn’t returned to Fenton Works since graduating high school. It turned out that he was less anxious when he was not living with people who fantasized about “tearing him apart molecule by molecule” and thought that discussing their plans to dissect him (although he maintained that it would be a vivisection since he’s only half dead) made for fascinating dinner conversation. Who would have thought that his constant stress, anxiety, and insomnia were caused by environmental factors? He’d been unpacking things with a very nice therapist his sister helped him find, and seen great improvements in his mental health. It really helped that she was dead too, and unlike Spectra she didn’t feed off the misery of her patients.

Danny hadn’t intended to ever return to Fenton Works, but when Jazz told him that Jack and Maddie sold their life's work to Wayne Enterprises and a multibillionaire playboy was about to have unfettered access to the Ghost Zone, he was. . . concerned. To say the least. And that was why he was in the middle of doing some light sabotage when Tim Drake-Wayne and a guy in a trenchcoat who reeked of cigarette smoke entered the basement lab. It’s why he was hiding under the Specter Speeder removing the ecto-engine, and there to overhear the conversation that followed.

“So, am I right in thinking that’s a Lazarus Pit?” Tim asked Constantine.

The older man stared at the portal, then at Tim, then at the portal for an uncomfortably long time. Then he pulled out a flask and drained half its contents before saying, “Yes and no. That is basically the same substance as the pits, but I think that this does something else entirely. It seems like this machine basically functions as a summoning circle, but instead of pulling one entity from one side to the other, this is just an open doorway that is perpetually pulling in anything or anyone who gets within its sphere of influence.”

“That doesn’t sound like a good thing, John.”

“It’s really not,” 

“So what does that mean, is it like a blown hatch in space causing rapid depressurization?” Tim felt a little ill at the thought. “What is it even pulling into our world?”

“No, no. Nothing so dramatic as that. It’s more like, hm, so the way summoning circles work is they invite or compel a specific entity to manifest, by basically making a one-way magical portal for them. This portal is kinda like an invitational summoning, which entices, but doesn’t force anyone to enter. Usually a summoning will have a purpose though, and the being you summon will be offered a deal. If this is doing what I think it is and pulling citizens of the Infinite Realms through and leaving them on this side without a contract or direction, they’re probably getting pretty frustrated and causing havoc. It’s like offering someone a job in another country so they have to get a visa and uproot everything, only to get off the plane and find an empty office, no housing, and no paycheck.” John lit up a cigarette and took a drag.

Tim wrinkled his nose, but knew from long experience that it wasn’t worth it to argue about American tobacco restrictions in the workplace with Constantine, especially while the man was doing him a favor. Also, the man looked like he really needed either a cigarette or another drink, and he’d prefer second hand smoke to a drunk sorcerer. “So then why hasn’t this town been overrun by these beings from the Infinite Realms?”

“Good question kid, but what I really want to know is how is this portal staying open? Really, how was it opened in the first place is the most pressing issue.” John mused.

Tim had already located the blueprints for the portal while waiting for Constantine, but either the Fentons had intentionally falsified the documents to seem plausible just long enough to make off with the money, or he just didn’t understand enough of the interaction between physics and the occult to comprehend how the portal could possibly function. 

He flipped back through the blueprints while the blond man sat cross legged in front of the swirling green portal and his low, distracted mutterings took on the cadence of a chant. The curl of smoke from his lit cigarette unfurled into some kind of spell array, and began to glow. Huh, maybe Tim shouldn't be too quick to judge him for tobacco misuse. Tim triple checked the flat file for any more information about the portal, and came up empty handed.

John, meanwhile, kept chanting as the magical array grew and spread to encompass the entire entrance to the portal. At last he stopped speaking and stood up, stepping back to double check his work. “Alright, Drake. You might wanna close your eyes for this one. It’s gonna be bright,” he said, popping his cigarette back between his lips. Then he stepped forward and blew a mouthful of smoke on the center of the array. The smoke caught against the softly glowing lines, pushing them until they floated back and collided with the nebulous green swirls and, despite Tim closing his eyes, flashed so incandescently white he could see them through his eyelids.

“OW! Fuck!!” John clutched his face, pressing the heels of his hands to his eyes. “I’m doubling my consulting fee,” he grumbled under his breath.

“You alright?” Tim asked, blinking spots out of his vision.

“Yeah, yeah. Just give me a sec.” He too was blinking now. “That was not supposed to be so bright.”

“I’m assuming it worked though.”

“It had bloody well better ’ave worked.” The older man squinted at the slightly dimmer lines which still shone painfully bright against the green. “Oh. Yeah, that worked. Fuck. . .”

“What?” Tim looked on in alarm as Constantine pressed a hand over his mouth. 

“Oh man. What wanker did you say created this portal?”

“Presumably Drs. Madeline and Jack Fenton. Why?” He drew the last syllable out skeptically. 

“Because, they opened this portal with a child sacrifice, and bound his death and all the lost life potential to their bloody machine to create a perpetual gateway to the Infinite Realms.”

[shepscapades]

do you have any dbhc tango to spare….. me n my friends are passing around your art of him like it’s our prized possession

HEHE SURE! I don’t have very much to share that isn’t part of bigger projects or loredrops (floshed) but have some unfinished sketches and doodles from Decked Out! :D

[ladylollys]

i really love the scenes where tyrion is called upon to join other men in doing violence (such as the battle of the blackwater or the attack by mountain clans on the way to the eyrie). he always seems sort of shaken and sort of proud of himself in a very realistic way: killing another human being is inherently frightening and disgusting, but at the same time, tyrion has been treated as physically helpless (and specifically as less than a man) his whole life, and he is filled with anger he normally has no safe way to express. these brief tastes of what it would be like to be treated as a fellow warrior by other men... of course this is tantalizing to him. of course some part of him relishes it. in these moments, other men are willing to interact with him as a fellow group member. and he thinks: is this how jaime feels all the time? because for a westerosi lord, this is what it means to be a man.

and it's understandable but also profoundly sad. like... congratulations on your tenuous, conditional membership in the world's worst boys club.

[ato-dato]

HANDS UP!!! YOURE UNDER ARREST!!!!

[alterego77]

Day 6: Pet names

[todays-xkcd]

The distinctive 'UCLA comma' and 'Michigan comma' are a long string of commas at the start and end of the sentence respectively.

University Commas [Explained]

Transcript Under the Cut

[A sentence is written in greyed-out text, with the commas in black and each labeled with an arrow.] Please, buy, apples, mac, and, cheese, milk, and, bread,.

[The labels are as follows, in order from left to right:] Harvard comma Yale comma Stanford comma Columbia comma Cambridge comma Cornell comma Oxford comma Princeton comma MIT comma

[Caption below the panel:] The Oxford one is the most famous, but many major universities have their own comma.

[zoieru]

☁︎ Lazy ~

Slow, lazy sex with Jing Yuan ☁︎ cw: NSFW CONTENT, afab slightly sassy reader. Softtt, teasing, down bad Jing Yuan. Estab- relationship. One use of 'my love', use of 'pussy' and 'cunt'. Missionary, cum play(?). It's very natural and domestic. Jing Yuan focus (this is basically a 'wouldnt jing yuan fucking you slowly and sensually be so hot' post) not proofread

"mmh stop teasin'." A hum escaped your lips as your eyes drift down his tan skin, those chest and abs, all the way down to where his pretty cock was running back and forth achingly slow over your folds which parted like petals either side of his reddened tip.

"I'm not teasing. I'm enjoying. I have been unable to spend time with you, properly, in days. Can't a man take his time feeling his love on him again?" His voice dripped, even more honeyed than usual, curling around you and sucking you into his dreamy like embrace. Jing Yuan was sat back a little on his haunches as he rolled his hips rather languidly, long eyelashes concealing the hints of gold of his eyes half lidded and watching the way his glossy tip parted you as if it was the most erotic sight in the world. To be honest it was quite the sight from here, so you could only imagine, with a touch of envy, how good it would be from up there.

You stayed quiet for a few moments, the only sounds in your bedroom the occasional wet squish of his ministrations, and the gentle huffs of breath and little moans you both let out as his tip caught on your clit. While it was driving you a little crazy, you also loved to watch him watch you, taking his time like this, observing himself doing this with that look on his face, the dusting of pink on his tanned cheeks, that little fucking smirk on those lips. That sight was worth the biting of your lip to stop asking him to hurry up. He loved you, loved pleasing you, that was enough to get off on alone.

After a few moments he looked up at you through his eyelashes, eyes gleaming golden in the soft warm sunlight streaming through the window. That damn smirk. "Mh, you're being rather patient. Haven't lost my touch, have I?"

"Jing Yua-an," your voice broke a touch as his cock caught gently on your clit again. "You wanted me to let you take your time, stop complaining and fuck me already," a pout touched your lips as you looked up at him, rather unconvincing in his opinion. But he loved that damn pout on you.

He leaned over you more, a warm sensual chuckle escaping his lips as he supported his weight with his arms either side of your head, leaving his cock resting teasingly across your mound and lower stomach. A tease, is what he was. And he'd get away with it too. One hand came up and poked your little pout, eyes crinkling with faint lusty mischief. "Ah. It seems I spoke too soon. I suppose I have been rather cruel to you hm? I'll make it up to you."

The hand from your lip made a path down your skin, large slightly rough hand drifting over your breast, feeling your nipple harden under his palm, your ribs and waist, eyes half lidded with affection and desire, fixed on yours as it moved. It left you only to let his fingers slip over the base of his cock, which was achingly hard from teasing himself just as much as you.

He did what he usually did, his lips meeting yours in a soft wet kiss as his tip poked and then dipped gently into your pussy, the warmth and subtle pressure making your breath hitch. He hummed deeply, contentedly, into your mouth as he let his hips roll forward and his cock slowly push into you. While cliche, it really did feel like coming home to a certain extent, the feeling of his cock filling you making you feel somewhat whole. A breathy moan escaped your pinkened lips into his own as he sank deeper, taking his time as he did with most things. He was a man in no rush, not with you, he took every single second he could to relish in your shared sensation, forcing you to do so along with him, something rather frustrating but more intoxicating.

He let out a soft low moan as he bottomed out, shifting his hips side to side just a little as if to get as deep as he could, finally parting from your lips and looking down at where he'd disappeared inside you, fluffy hair cascading over his shoulders and onto your breasts. You gasped, the wiggle letting him just kiss your cervix, and his eyes returned to you with a little smug chuckle. "Better?" He teased, voice low and sensual.

"Mph…better," you murmured, eyes fluttering closed as you felt him nestled so deep inside you, inside that you were convinced were probably shaped like him to be honest.

"I'll always take care of you, you know. Patience, they say, is a-"

"'S'cuse me, I'm here to fuck, not to receive a lecture, General. Get on with it," you interrupted, rather sassily, a cheeky smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. His eyes softened and he chuckled, smile stirring the butterflies in your stomach around his cock.

"Manners are also a virtue, by the way…" He teased, voice dripping with sensual teasing, just as you opened your mouth to make another snarky quip, he pulled his hips back, his thick cock sliding out of you until just the tip was left, and then pushed it steadily back in all the way to the hilt, making your voice halt in your throat. He smirked at your little glare, as you tried to still maintain some semblance of defiance as he fucked his cock into you just how he knew drove you crazy. He was so annoying, and you were so ridiculously in love.

His pace continued, not slow, but definitely not fast, steadily and sensually rolling his cock into your cunt, sinking into its cosy core with soft low little moans that always drove you crazy when he did them. Your own joined his, breathy little noises of pleasure, of affection, as he fucked you. His head leaned down again to capture your lips, body weight shifting as his left hand disappeared again and found itself between your thighs, his fingers first brushing over where your pussy stretched around his length, before settling onto your clit with his rough thumb. You let out a soft needy little mewl of surprise and pleasure as he worked small gorgeous little circles into the nub, making you wiggle and roll your hips as he continued to fuck into you, unravelling you and any defiance you had left that might have been wanting to make a sarcastic comment or two.

He hummed, with amused affection and lust, parting from your lips to open those golden eyes, flicking between yours half lidded with pleasure as he smiled. "You're so beautiful like this." He murmured, which just the thought of seemed to shift something, as then his little low sounds became more breathy, lifting in pitch, his eyes closing as he buried his face in your neck as his pace quickened, cock pushing deep with each thrust that was a touch sharper than the next with his increasing pleasure.

Your hands came to his hair, his upper back, running along him as he fucked into you, almost soothing him through the pleasure, coaxing out his high. He groaned into the skin on your neck, breath warm and moist, as your nails ran gently over his skin, through his hair, and his hips began to stutter as they rocked into you, thrusts previously so measured and steady now stuttered with pleasure and overwhelm.

His hand on your clit shifted to your hip almost to steady himself, his neck bending slightly so he could look at him sinking into you beneath him. With the next kiss of your cervix, you felt his thick tip twitch, and his warm body shudder into yours with a deep honeyed moan as he came, warm spurts of his seed deeply pooling around his cock nestled inside you as he stilled, riding out his high. Your hands ran over his gently heaving back, a soft hum filling your lips as you relished in the feeling of him filling you slowly with his warmth.

His weight shifted into you more as he let his breathing slow again, his thumb running small circles just above your hip as he came down. He lifted his head a little after a few moments, a sleepy little satisfied expression on his gorgeous face, hair all mussed from the pleasure. "Mmh, I've missed that," he mumbled, planting little messy kisses over your jaw and cheekbone like a cat licking you.

You felt a giggle rise to your lips and raised an eyebrow slightly, face looking satisfied and quite fucked out yourself, still relishing in the comfort of his cock still deep inside you. "What, shutting me up with pleasure?" You teased, voice soft and sleepy too.

He laughed warmly, raising his own eyebrow and cocking his head slightly, his hair over his shoulder tickling your cheek. "That, too, of course. But I was mostly talking about you, in general, my love. And making love to you." He hummed, eyes softening as they flitted over your expression.

After finishing his sleepy kiss attack by planting one on the tip of your nose, making it scrunch cutely, he pulled back on his haunches again, golden eyes falling onto where your bodies were connected once more. Now the sight was…decidedly more erotic.

"That's so…" He murmured, before rocking his hips back a little and then pushing his cock, softened only a touch, back in, making the gorgeous mixture of your essences ooze out of you around his shaft. His eyes darkened as he did it, a soft smirk playing at his lips as his gaze found yours once more. "That is a sight, one I never tire of," he said, voice a touch rougher with the reignited arousal.

For a few moments he fucked his cum into you gently, watching as it coated his glistening cock and the edges of your cunt, white and thick, gathering around the tip as he pushed it in and out of you languidly. You shifted a little with soft noises with the slight overstimulation, but adored him watching him fuck his own release into you like it was the prettiest thing.

"You're so gorgeous when you do that," you muttered, a sleepy sort of smile playing at your lips to match the heady mix of affection and lust you felt in this moment. He chuckled once more, almost cheeky, before shifting forward again, bottoming out, and settling his body into yours comfortably on the bed.

"We are staying here a while," he stated, muffled by his face nuzzled into both your neck and a pillow. Which resulted in a little laugh from you. Your arms wrapped around him gently, stroking little patterns on his upper back.

"Of course," you murmured, planting a little kiss on the side of his head.

masterlist ~

[wishchip106]

just thinking about erik making his house accessible on genosha

all the other mutants wondering why this tall guy made all his furniture low to the ground

they express their concerns about his back

then it all makes sense when he brings charles to live on genosha

“Oh he was just down bad this whole time”

bro looks like an egg. smooth ass dome

[h0use-fly]

weep

[arelliann]

Wiggly Wednesday 🪱🧠

Tagged by the lovely @just-my-latest-hyperfixation <3 one of these days I’ll manage to actually post on a Wednesday, but until then

I am forever thinking about...

Golden retriever Steve.

Actual golden retriever Steve. Who Eddie finds curled up and shivering by the side of the road one night, and he's always had a weakness for an underdog. So he corrals the largest, fluffiest dog he's ever seen - it's probably not a wolf, dear god please say it's not a wolf - into the back of his van, blasts the heating, and disregards every traffic law on the way back to the trailer.

It takes a little bacon, and a lot of blankets, but the dog - who Eddie promptly names 'Ozzy' - gets comfortable pretty quickly. He's not a wolf either it turns out. Or if he is, he's the sappiest, friendliest, most well trained wolf in Indiana. In no time at all he's splayed across Eddie's chest, tail wagging enthusiastically as Eddie scratches between his ears.

Wayne gets home to find the two of them tucked under a blanket fort and just rolls his eyes, warning that this had better not be a repeat of 'that damned racoon incident'. So Eddie takes that as his blessing.

Ozzy spends the next week glued to Eddie's side.

He's an excellent guard dog. When a jock gets too big for his boots at a drug deal - and Eddie's about 30 seconds and one more snide comment away from a broken bone - Ozzy jumps forward, teeth bared and growling menacingly. He gets extra bacon and belly rubs that night.

He's also weirdly good at housework? Running off to get a towel every time he knocks over a drink with his overexcited tail. Which is often. And despite Wayne's insistence that it's just the weed talking, Eddie swears he caught Ozzy dusting one time.

There are downsides of course. Despite Eddie's constant complaints, Ozzy loves sports. Catch, fetch, chasing his own tail, and playing with the young kids at the trailer park. He even likes to settle onto the sofa in the afternoon and watch baseball games with Wayne.

Nevertheless, by the end of the week Eddie is spending every morning, evening, and night curled up in bed with his own personal space heater.

And then he wakes up one morning, and a very warm, very naked Steve Harrington is lying on top of him.

No pressure tags for @blipblot @sourw0lfs @sidekick-hero and @penny00dreadful