#A very good idea

[beezusvreeland]

fanfic masterlist

santiago "pope" garcia x reader

santi's journal: After the break up, Santiago is advised to write a journal to deal with his feelings, an exercise that brings back memories and, maybe, a new hope for your relationship.

miguel o'hara x reader

a very good idea: After your boyfriend cheats on you at a party, you break up with him, who tells you nobody else is willing to be with you like him. You decide to prove him wrong, with a little help from a new friend.

dear reader: Miguel took the reader’s love and friendship for granted. Something he learns reading her column, when it’s too late…Or is it?

poe dameron x reader

now that we don't talk: After being rejected by Poe, the two of you are assigned a mission together. And a lot can happen during a mission.

matt murdock x reader

soon

I'm also on AO3

[imnotgod-imjustguyfieri]

Every animated show should have a version where every episode a random character is voiced by a random person and you gotta guess who

Like imagine you’re watching JJK and Sukuna goes to speak for the first time

And no one yet was replaced so you’ve forgotten what version you’re watching

And Yuuji eats the finger

And it’s Chris Pratt begins to speak

[dust-to-dustier]

‘Tis the season to be jolly, fa la la la la, la la FUCK

[TRIGGER WARNING: IMPLICATIONS OF SOMEONE DROWNING]

FAMILIAR WATERS:

Wading through calf-height water.

A tedious slog through 

disproportionate resistance.

I cannot just get out of the sea,

Walk on the land-

It would be cold and I’m here now and well,

I’ve been swimming so long I may have forgotten how to walk.

And i could paddle if I go slightly deeper,

Swim by the edge of the sea, for speed,

Rather than wade,

Cold and miserable through salt water,

But though it is faster I shall be exhausted.

The waves give and take and take

Their ever-receding cycle does not fit me-

I shall not swim further into the sea.

To brave deeper waters,

Or be thrown into them,

Is to be caught in the riptide

I fear I would drown,

As I see others who struggle every day,

Buoyant and afloat and fighting

The cruel and unforgiving sea,

Just to breathe, just to live.

And I watch them from the shore,

I myself am trapped in the waves,

Forever pulling me back in,

Like the hands of a desperate child.

And I cannot ignore them, 

For their strength is greater than mine.

I can no more save the drowning man,

Than step onto the sand, and save myself.

[lithi]

W’lssknd they changed his name

[shepscapades]

Surely this will have no negative consequences whatsoever!

[chongoblog]

Being in America is super fun because you get to see Trump going up against Biden in a presidential election with both of them being dogshit options, mass protests against what should very obviously be seen as an injustice that spits in the face of what you were told your country stands for, except the government disagrees, using the power of the militarized state to brutalize protestors, all the while people spread malicious lies regularly with millions believing their every word(a lot of it being thanks to some rich freak on Twitter). Also, the economy is doing pretty damn poor and you see media sources tell you to sacrifice your well-being all while the ultra rich get richer and richer.

And then after you're done with 2020, you get to do it again four years later

[hrokkall]

"Sad Cat Poem" by Spencer Madsen

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF movie Mike meets Jeremy Fitzgerald

[gabedraws4u]

New Old Habits

You folks are awesome, user @silentlycrazy kinda gave me this idea in a tag and I couldn't resist

Comics heavily based on @yamujiburo hanamusa's lore

I'll add these sequence on the original post

James and Meowth go to work after the bad joke

And Jessie goes to work with a smile

[t00thpasteface]

tone deaf

[beezusvreeland]

a very good idea - chapter masterlist

summary: After your boyfriend cheats on you at a party, you break up with him, who tells you nobody else is willing to be with you like him. You decide to prove him wrong, with a little help from a new friend.

ship: miguel o'hara x f!reader

status: ongoing

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

[florbe-triz]

Finally!! let me share with you the Trigun playlist I made! It's called NoMan's Land and you can listen to it HERE It's an evergrowing playlist, hope you enjoy!

[tawnysoup]

the fritter (frin critter)

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[seiwas]

cw: pro-hero bakugo, reader has boobs, kind of explicit/nsfw? idk i describe boobs, reader is smaller and shorter than bakugo, unedited sawry

bakugo's muscle tee looks as ill-fitting as it'll ever be draped over you.

there are reasons for this, perfectly founded and logical reasons for why that is—the main one being that, it's, well, his; two, maybe even three sizes larger than what it should be to fit you properly.

but, he can't stop staring, and there are reasons for that too—the main one being that, it's his, and yet, the only way he can ever imagine it now is when it's being worn by you.

your hips sway to the song you've been humming for the past five minutes. it's the same one, the chorus on a perpetual loop. he's sure it's the only part you know; you do this often enough that it's the only part he knows now, too.

the hem of his tee hits right at the top of your thighs, concealing just enough to tease, but he’s confident that if you reach up even the slightest bit for the cupboard overhead, there'll be nothing to hide.

he feels a little bit like a creep like this, watching as he stands in the middle of your shared living room, but it's impossible too look away—you've got to be doing this on purpose, right?

heat flares inside of him when you turn your body ever so slightly, the armhole of his muscle tee large enough to give him the clearest view of skin—

he gulps.

it's smooth, sloping just right; the side view of your under boob curves into its perfect shape and he can imagine it, feel—

(is this considered perving if he's been with you for years?)

the pan in front of you sizzles as you plop in god knows what. you pour in something from the side and wait, one hand propped on the hip you pop out. then, you pick up the pan, attempting to flip what's inside (probably a pancake, now that he thinks about it).

it’s hard to focus on what you’re cooking though, especially when all he sees is plump flesh jiggling, bouncing as you further agitate the pan.

he just got the pants of this suit readjusted, and now they're fucking tight.

bakugo normally runs hot; it’s kind of part of his dna. but this warmth is different, flushing him from head to toe. it creeps up the side of his neck, painting the tips of his ears a blooming red.

you turn around then, plopping the pancake on the plate atop the counter behind you.

"oh! you're done," you greet him with a smile. so. fucking. casually.

as if your tits aren't fucking peaking against the gray fabric of his tee.

as if you think he buys the fake innocence poorly concealing that sly, conniving look in your pretty eyes.

as if you aren't standing in front of him in his muscle tee, wearing nothing underneath it like you didn’t do this on purpose. like you don’t know what it fucking does to him.

his eyes squint suspiciously, deep vermillion staring straight into yours.

you tilt your head, the tips of your lashes kissing the top of your cheekbones as you blink. you reach for a bottle of honey.

“everything okay?” you ask, voice syrupy, sickeningly sweet.

your movements play in front of him languidly, the corner of your lips curling up slightly as you smirk. honey catches on your finger as you pop open the bottle cap.

he’s supposed to be out the door in five minutes if he wants to make it in time for a meeting at the agency. technically, he should already be there if he wants to keep up his track record of consistently being fifteen minutes too early.

but you start to approach him, rounding the kitchen island. there’s a narrow space between him and the slab of marble, but you slide into it like it was made for you.

he’s certain it was, from the way the tip of your nose brushes against his as you tiptoe. your tits are right fucking there, brushing against the skintight material of his suit.

there’s too much fucking fabric if you ask him, between cotton and spandex.

your grin widens, and he feels hot, the heat from his cheeks radiating.

then you whisper, still saccharine, “breakfast is ready,” before kissing him on the lips lightly. a short peck, soft in the way that promises more before you slip away, giggling in your retreat.

he huffs, watching you leave. his feet shift as he thinks.

five minutes, huh?

like hell he’s going to eat these damn pancakes for breakfast today.

[blainke-omens]

So it turns out getting positive reinforcement on a drawing every 10 minutes for the better part of a week really does wonders for my dedication to finishing it and pushing myself on the details. who woulda thunk. Anyway. Ive been having an absolute blast drawing this and slowly creating the studio space here and I can't wait to draw all the fun new ideas yall gave me !! Crowley does pottery !!!