#I guess I was just in a silly mood

[idiotwithoutagoodname]

I’m 3 minutes into Heartstopper s2 and can i just say how struck I am from the whiplash of going from depressed middle aged dramatic idiots getting a divorce to just silly happy teens in love? I think I need an intermediate step between those two

[sinnabee]

INGREDIENTS:

2 cups evil boredom

3 teaspoons (heaping) blorbo poison (powder, not liquid)

1 daycare theme (10 hour loop)

1/3 cup brainrot

*1/2 cup distilled back pain

**(un)diagnosed mental illness

*(any kind of pain works, back pain is usually what i have on hand)

**(if you aren’t a fan of the flavor a diagnosis leaves, undiagnosed will work in a pinch! Personally, I like to add a bit of both.)

INSTRUCTIONS:

First, turn on the daycare theme (10 hour loop) and pre-heat the oven to 375 degrees.

Sift together your evil boredom and blorbo poison in a medium sized bowl.

Add in your pain of choice and mix well.

Once thoroughly mixed, it should be looking a little thicker. Some granules from the evil boredom and blorbo poison are fine. (You can always mix further, if you’re worried about it affecting the texture.)

Add your brainrot and beat with a whisk until it’s looking lighter, a little fluffy. (If you aren’t in the mood for fluff, a dash of angst or hurt/comfort can help tone it down. An AU if you really wanna spice it up.)

Realize this is turning out a lot better than you thought it would. Dang. Well, you’re certainly committed now.

Go ahead and get out a glass baking pan. Coat the bottom with non-stick spray. (I tend to favor Y/N brand Nonbinary Spray myself)

Using a baking spatula (one of the rubbery bendy ones), carefully move your mixture from the bowl to the pan. It’s alright if you get some on the sides, the heat should help it settle once it’s in the oven. To get out any air bubbles, tap the pan (carefully!) a few times on the counter.

Place the pan in the oven and set a timer for 15-25 minutes, or take a peek every now and then and see if it’s the right shade of cheerful.

Congratulations!!! You’ve successfully survived evil boredom, despite the hurdles you faced, and made something! (Pretty tasty too, if I might add.) You are still mentally ill, though. But - hey - now you have a little treat! And hopefully, your day’s just a little bit brighter! Enjoy!

[mappingthesky]

i know you want it (baby you can have it)

a short lil angsty borderline smutty blurb featuring it girl! nymphia and borderline girlfailure pj…enjoy

“Why not?”

Nymphia has to hand it to Jane - she’s persistent. Persistent enough to follow Nymphia to the back of the bar, undeterred by Nymphia’s first half-hearted rejection, or the two other women she’d danced with since then. She’d hoped she would be. 

Nymphia lets her eyes linger. Jane is all cheekbones and dark hair, light eyes rimmed with kohl, full lips pulled in an unsatisfied pout. She’s got the sort of face that can take girls down with ease, the sort of gorgeous you can’t say no to, the breed of effortlessly attractive that should relieve her of having to try too hard. For whatever incomprehensibly flattering reason, she’s trying hard anyway. Nymphia didn’t need to hear the stories to gather that Jane doesn't do this: take the kind route, the chivalrous route, the route that involves drinks sent from across the bar and polite nods and putting up with Nymphia’s teasing act. It’s a serious approach, the right approach, the ‘I wanna do more than fuck you’ approach.

“No, really,” Jane crosses her arms, and just for a moment Nymphia thinks she catches a glimpse of it in the way holds herself - what frustration might look like on Jane. The straightening of her spine, the slight tilt to her head, the narrowing of her eyes. It’s a start, but Nymphia wants more. “Give me one good reason.” 

Up until now, Jane has been a little too tolerant of Nymphia’s teasing act, a little too compliant, a little too forgiving of her accismus. It’s charming, really, that she’s willing to put up with so much, but Nymphia doesn’t need her to. In fact, she really wishes she wouldn’t. It’s part of why Nymphia is dragging this out so long - she wants to see what happens when she pushes her. She wants to see Jane break, wants to become the aftermath. She knows she can, she just has to get her there.

“I don’t know, Jane,” Nymphia feigns annoyance. It doesn’t need to be completely convincing, just enough to keep Jane on edge. “I’m not sure you’re my type.”

Jane raises an eyebrow, like she knows Nymphia is lying. Maybe she does, maybe she’s just playing into it. Then again, maybe she just really wants Nymphia.

“What’s your type?” Jane bites.

Nymphia shrugs. She’s setting the scene, spelling it out for Jane in her own little roundabout way. It’s a test, and she wants her to pass it. “I like a girl who looks like she could throw me around.”

Jane snorts, almost offended. “What makes you think I wouldn’t?” 

She’s getting pissed off and it's working for her. It’s working for Nymphia too, but she’s too determined to win this particular battle to let it on, so all she does is shrug, hum a little, act like she’s all too polite to say more.

“No,” Jane insists at Nymphia’s scoffing, stepping forward like she’s got something to prove. “Really.” Her arms are crossed, fingers clenched at her forearms, and Nymphia wants.

So Nymphia does it: she looks at Jane with those soft, sharpened eyes, drops her gaze just to flick it up again, peering up at her through her long lashes. She knows exactly what she’s doing, what it does. She doesn’t give Jane the luxury of a warning, just leans in and watches her crumble in her path. It’s somehow more touching than she anticipates, the way Jane completely folds in her wake. If she had been doubting Jane’s reverence, which she wasn't, this would be proof enough; the way Jane’s breath hitches, the way her eyes go wide. It’s not the desperate giving into desire that Nymphia would expect from back-of-the-bar encounters, it’s something more. They’re going about this backwards proving things that didn’t have to be proven yet; they’re proving that this, that they, could really work, even before they’ve proven the chemistry. Nymphia’s just getting to that part. Jane’s lips ghost open, and she nearly gasps as Nymphia comes in just close enough to-

And then Nymphia pulls away, leaving Jane a deer still dazed by the glow of far-off headlights, and actually fucking laughs at her. It’s not cruel, but it’s close, hopefully just enough to get a rise out of Jane. Nymphia has heard the stories, but she wants to see it for herself.

“See what I mean?” Nymphia hums, and Jane just blinks, still a bit stunned. Nymphia leans against the wall once more, tries to act less affected by the energy between them than she is. She wants to reach out, trace the space between Jane’s still-parted lips, just barely restrains herself. “I’m just not sure you’ve got what it takes.”

Something in Jane’s expression changes. Her jaw clenches, and her eyes darken a little, ignited with some newly-lit flame. She speaks and it’s a spark. “You’re wrong.” 

Nymphia tilts her head, leans in, tries her best to look wholly unconvinced. It’s cocky, she knows it, but she’s nearly there. Jane’s a spitfire, all she needs is someone to fan the fire. All she needs is one more push.

“Prove it,” Nymphia gives her permission. She punctuates every word, makes sure she’s unmistakable, “I wish you fucking would.”

And then the words are knocked away, because Jane is shoving Nymphia against the wall. It’s just hard enough to leave her a little breathless, and she barely has time to look up through her lashes before Jane is everywhere and crashing into her. She kisses with feeling, with fire. Her lips move with a bit of a snarl, and oh my god - it’s everything Nymphia needed and more. It’s the perfect, head-spinning mixture of hard and soft: Jane’s hips flush against Nymphia’s, pressing her lower back flat against the wall, one hand sliding gently up her side, commanding Nymphia’s body to bend with welcome authority. Her other hand finds her hair, pulls so hard Nymphia actually yelps, goes whiny and desperate against Jane’s mouth. Her grip is tough, but Nymphia gets the feeling she would let her go if she wanted her to stop. But Nymphia doesn’t, so she allows it - lets Jane to pull her head to the side and expose her neck. Jane pulls away and Nymphia actually whimpers at the breaking of their lips. And then Jane’s at her throat, punishing Nymphia with the point of her teeth, rewarding her with the softness of her tongue swirling out over her jugular, the pain pairing so overwhelmingly well with pleasure. And then Jane offers another stunning juxtaposition - says such hard things in the softest of whispers.

“You’re infuriating.” The sound, the sheer feeling of the words so close to Nymphia’s ear sends a shiver all the way through her spine. Jane nips at her earlobe, demands an answer. “Do you know that?”

Between Jane’s hand in her hair and the other at her waist and the absolute collapse of everything in between, Nymphia just barely manages to find the words. “Is it working?”

And then Jane is crashing into her again, and that's answer enough. 

[good-beansdraws]

Very rough sketch, but someday I'll do my Ironina doodles...

[val-of-the-north]

Mysterious Vibes

Jammin' to: [x] - Alternatively: [x]

(Thank you @hazmatmaid for breathing life into this doodle of mine lol)

[slightlyhopefulromantic]

heading home from a bad night at the pub

[smalltimidbean]

Hey Bean, you got a little- A little something- Right there- Yeah

[onsideramen]

For a lack of better words, my thoughts on dragons rising season 2 part 1 is as follows:

*SHAKING LIKE A DOG HYPED UP ON TEN BARRELS OF ACID, THROTHING AT THE MOUTH, RIPPING APART THE GROUND, SCREAMING, YOWLING EVEN, SOBBING, SETTING THE WORLD ON FIRE, MORE SOBBING*

WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[taihua]

FengQing 16 for the ask meme writing prompt? 👀

16. --in grief.

The street smelled like blood--blood that was still wet when Feng Xin and Mu Qing arrived at the scene, just in time to see the light snuff out from the last Xuan Zhen deputy official's eyes.

Feng Xin saw Mu Qing's balance waver, and he threw out an impulsive hand to steady him. For once, the gesture wasn't knocked aside.

"He... killed them?" Mu Qing's voice was quiet, but it carried both confusion and anger. "How could he?! They haven't done anything to him. If he wanted to fight, h-he should've found me."

Dozens of little cuts crossed the officials' skin, the work of the wraith butterflies. Crimson Rain Sought Flower probably hadn't even lifted a hand personally, as if he considered it a challenge beneath him.

"I'm going to kill him," Mu Qing continued, betraying himself by the crack in his voice. "I'm going to kill him."

"Don't rush in blindly," Feng Xin started to caution, realizing at that moment that his hand was still on Mu Qing's arm. He moved to withdraw, but Mu Qing was faster, bringing his own hand to clasp over Feng Xin's.

"He killed my deputies, Feng Xin." When Mu Qing looked up, his dark eyes were glinting around the edges with unshed but welling tears. "We should have been faster. It's... it's your fault..."

An accusation like that would usually earn him a punch in the face. This time, Feng Xin only flinched as Mu Qing closed the gap between them to bury his head into his shoulder, feeling the hot exhale of his breath against the silk of his collar.

The arm that Feng Xin wrapped around Mu Qing's shoulders was tentative. So was the way his lips brushed against Mu Qing's hair, in a way that left room for plausible deniability.

"We'll find him," he promised. "He won't get away with this."

[enclarice]

Here's some piñata the hedgehog with a little papier mâché cameo

He's a kind-hearted delinquent and chosen representative of sar'sairlist. He likes festivals, helping others and bells, and dislikes picking on the little guys.

Piñata, despite basically being the leader, has no money and lives off the goodwill of his people .In his eyes, if they're willing to feed him, he's doing a good job. On gift giving holidays, he's often buried in chew toys and bats as he has a teething problem and has done a number on the furniture of the island.

He is close friends with the representatives of sar'trolou and sairlist ,ampersand and papier mâché.

FUN FACT: his design is a slightly altered version of ampersands very first depiction, when he was a sonic from alternate universe

[jazzy-flowerr]

Why didn't Ribby & Croaks just punch the cup brothers?

Are they stupid?

[0x4468c7a6a728]

i've gotta program something soon...

[sysig]

Red Eyes and Evil Time, practically the same thing right (Patreon)

[brynn-lear]

I never got too deep into enstars but there are days where I miss Mama 😔

[blindmagdalena]

saw this in a vid and sincerely cannot think of anything other than homelander in a short sleeve button up and this tie

[ms--galactic]

DIESEL & THE SHEEP

More like SCHMESEL & THE SHEEP 🫢

SPOILERS ... Majority don't like the reboot, but I got into it 🥲

I CAUGHT HIM IN 4K

I already miss that screechy ass voice :⁠,^⁠)

I wish I knew what episode had him with steam for a second. When he high fives Thomas, I knew I saw steam for a second. Must have been a mistake 🙃🙃🙃