#Idk what else help---(¿

[ahllohehn]

i do art to do bullshit like this: hephaestus kid mumbo jumbo

[navnae]

I foam at the mouth every time I see this clip, the fact that Eddie started stuttering when Steve leaned in is killing me as we speak 😖

[earthtooz]

hurt/comfort blurb based off an ask @missmeinyourbones received :3

gojo x gn!sorcerer!reader, he's ridiculous, lovesick and dramatic in the one but that's how we like him here so. enjoy!!

“where is our couch?”

gojo looks up at you from his phone, grinning at you gently with the small smile that he always wears; one you’ve come to adore over the years. this time, however, it does nothing but irritate you because there is a large, vacant space in the living room that has ‘gojo satoru’ written all over it.

“what do you mean?” he asks but the lilt in his tone tells you everything you need to know.

that one, gojo has everything to do with your missing couch. two, you have fallen for his bait, successfully tricked into talking to him because three hours ago, you refused to acknowledge his existence after a heated argument that ended with you promising to sleep on the couch. yet after one harmless trip to the supermarket, you come back to discover that your bed for the night was missing.

and you know him well enough to know that his giddiness stems from the fact that you’re finally giving him the attention he’s been craving for the past few hours.

“where. is. our. couch?” you reaffirm, emphasising each word so they can get through his thick skull. 

“is it not in the living room?”

he sounds almost delighted at this peculiar interaction, seeming proud of himself as his eyes shine with mirth. they bravely look into your frustrated and irritated ones.

“i am in no mood to bicker, gojo,” you begin, “either you tell me where our couch has gone or i kick you out.”

the sorcerer pouts from where he sits on the bed, curling into a ball as he stares up at you. the sight would’ve been more comical if you weren’t so mad. “that’s not very nice.”

“you don’t deserve nice,” you mutter, turning on your heels to walk away before gojo can melt you with those honeyed words of his. from the bedroom, you hear fumbling and rustling, followed by footsteps. 

instead of paying gojo any mind, you go to the kitchen counter where you left the many bags of groceries you bought.

he rests his elbows on the kitchen island, subliminally begging for an ounce of your attention whilst you sort through the bags. “would you like some help?”

you give him a brief side-eye before resuming. his pout worsens.

“if i tell you what happened to our couch, will you promise to sleep on the bed tonight?” pleads the white-haired, “with me?”

you sigh, “yes.”

“i warped it somewhere.”

“what?” you almost drop the carton of eggs in your hold. “what do you mean ‘somewhere’?”

“somewhere in jujutsu tech, i’m not really sure.” he cringes at the glare you shoot him. “i was gonna get it back if you agreed!”

that was your last straw. running a hand down your face, you don’t see the way that your lover stares at you with hope from the corner of your eye. 

“for goodness’ sake, why did you warp our couch?” you quiz. 

“because you were going to sleep there,” he murmurs, “and i didn’t know how else to change your mind.”

“you’re twenty-three, gojo. you should know a thing or two about how to reconcile properly by now.” 

his pout worsens at the use of his family name. “i am a man in love, y/n, do you know what they say about men in love?”

before you can even think of a snarky remark, realisation hits you like an anvil. whenever gojo uses his teleportation technique it always… leaves… something behind. 

rushing over to the carpet that used to be under the couch, you almost have a heart attack when you lift it up and see the scorched marks that occur as a byproduct. the white-haired leans against the kitchen island innocently, whistling.

“and what are you planning on doing about this?” you shriek. you try to remain calm, really, but it’s hard to do so because gojo has an affinity for driving you to the brink of insanity.

“i will get someone to fix it, i promise!”

“and will they not be suspicious that there are marks in our floor?”

“a little bribery never hurt nobody, and i have a lot of money to bribe someone successfully. plus, i have connections in the jujutsu world!”

you drop the carpet, giving up. “i’m calling shoko to crash at hers for the night-”

“-then i’ll warp her house.”

“can you even do that? a couch is pretty impressive already.”

“so you think i’m impressive?”

“gojo.”

“i don’t know if i can teleport a house but i’m always willing to try.”

you hate him, you decide. “even if you could warp a house, you shouldn’t, because shoko will kick your ass.” 

“but you’ll protect me, won’t you?” 

you say nothing, merely glancing at your boyfriend before reaching for your phone in your pockets. however, before you could even unlock the device, gojo is beside you, crouched down to your level. he maintains a respectable distance, one that does not invade your personal space whilst fulfilling his need to be close to you. 

“are you actually leaving?” he whispers brokenly, completely changing the atmosphere as his eyes begin to shine with tears that threaten to spill. 

your words are lodged in your throat at the pitiful sight. whilst some part of your brain curses you for giving in so easily, the other part that loves gojo (who are you kidding, all of you loves him) begins to feel a little bad.

he continues, reaching for your hand to play with your fingers, “please don’t leave. i’m sorry for what i said when we were arguing. i love you,” he pauses for a second before adding as an afterthought: “a lot.” 

gojo’s apology, although a little awkward and rushed, is nothing short of endearing, successfully quelling the waves of frustration and anger you’ve been feeling for the past few hours. although the hurt has not completely faded, it’s a little less suffocating to be around him now.

his life is far from normal, you understand that, and you realised that it would be something you had to deal with when you started dating him in your last year at jujutsu tech. but you fell for gojo because of his sporadicity. life may have not been the same ever since, but in a world where all you are gifted is targets on your back in exchange for keeping lives safe, his love is a refreshing oasis for you to return to when all is said and done. 

even though he expresses it through unconventional ways, such as teleporting your couch because he was heartbroken at the prospect of being away from you, you think it’s a fair trade. 

as a way of accepting his apology, you open your arms for him and the white-haired doesn’t even let a second pass by before he’s crashing into you. 

it’s comforting, the way he holds onto you like you’ll slip from his grasp otherwise. “i’ll go get our couch back soon,” he mutters into you, squeezing your waist a little tighter.

“we’re having a moment, gojo, please don’t mention the couch or i’ll be angry again.”

“sorry,” the white-haired raises his head to look at you, “can i at least get nickname privileges back?”

“you’re ridiculous,” you huff, “no.”

[bred-is-a-dumb-name]

Made some pfps for me and some of my friends, it's more ace attorney bc I have a problem, anyways feel free to use for yourself (with credit) !!!

[liauditore]

how many belts and buckles does she need someone save me.

[dire-vulture]

oops i dropped my calico ferberus and it came apart :(

[cherrywhite]

Silt Verses protagonists // Returning Home

[idk-imtired-dontask]

Old drawing. Still had me when I saw it lmao

[theswedishpajas]

Inspo from this random short I stumbled into on youtube today

[hiphopcherrrypop]

dey're like his wingmen

[navnae]

Steve: when you see him please don’t freak out ok?

Dustin: I’m not going to freak out. Who ever you’re dating I’ll always be accepting of them

Steve: alright, you can come in!

*Eddie walks in*

Dustin: Eddie get out the way I’m trying to see who Steve’s dating

*Steve and Eddie face palm in unison*

[mondaymelon]

milkis fanart teehee !! + me attempting to change my artstyle cuase i hate it

(characters: spawned from whatever the fuck goes on in my head)

also completely off topic but would anyone be interested in like idk 3-5 dollar comms like the last image 👁👁 

[glittervame]

I want to make this perfect for you

As the last rays of sunlight disappeared behind the horizon, leaving the sky a deep shade of indigo, Y/n felt a shiver run down her spine. She looked up at the stars twinkling overhead, a sense of wonder and anticipation welling up inside her. It was their first time here, at this special place that had always held a special meaning for them. The soft rustling of the leaves in the gentle breeze created a soothing melody that seemed to echo their hearts.

She turned to face him, her heart hammering against her chest as he knelt down before her. His hands were trembling slightly, and there was an expression on his face that she had never seen before - a mix of nervousness, excitement, and tenderness. "Are you sure?" he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

She nodded, feeling her cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and anticipation. "I'm sure," she managed to whisper, her voice barely audible over the rustling leaves. He smiled reassuringly, his hands trembling slightly as he reached for the hem of her shirt. Slowly, carefully, he pulled it over her head, revealing her naked back to the night air. The cool breeze sent shivers down her spine, making her feel even more vulnerable and exposed.

But as he leaned in close, his warm breath fanning across her skin, she felt a strange sense of safety and security wash over her. He traced a line down her shoulder, following the curve of her arm, before cupping her breast in his hand. She let out a small gasp, her nipple hardening under his touch. He looked up at her, his eyes burning with desire, and she could see the need in them. The need to make her feel good, the need to make her happy.

With careful, tender fingers, he placed a hand on her back laying her down gently. She bit her lip, feeling a mixture of fear and excitement course through her veins.

His warm hands slipped between her legs, and she gasped, arching her back into the touch. He chuckled softly, a low rumble that vibrated against her skin. "I've dreamt of this moment for so long," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "I want to make it perfect for you."

He began to slowly explore her, His fingers trembled slightly as he reached out, tracing the outline of her entrance before finally dipping inside, feeling the warmth and wetness of her arousal envelop his fingertips. She whimpered, her hips bucking instinctively towards his touch. Her breath hitched, her eyes fluttering closed as she relished in the sensation of being touched in this intimate way.

Her moans filled the air, mingling with the sounds of the nature around them, and Luke found himself completely lost in the feeling of having her beneath him, surrendering to his touch. His fingers moved in and out of her, finding a rhythm that seemed to match the beat of their hearts. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced before, and as he looked down at the expression of pure bliss on Y/n's face, he knew that this was something he would never forget.

Every touch, every caress was met with a desperate whimper, her body arching into his touch, begging for more. Luke couldn't help but marvel at the feel of her, the sounds she made, the way she responded to his touch. It was as if she were made for him, and he for her. He slowed down, savoring the moment, enjoying the sensation of being so close to her.

He could feel her inner walls start to tighten around his fingers, and with one final thrust, he pushed in as deep as he could, feeling and seeing the ripple of her orgasm wash over her. Her body tensed, her back arching off the ground, her cries of ecstasy filling the air.

As the aftershocks of her climax began to subside, he looked down at her, marveling at the way she glowed in the fading light, her skin flushed. He brushed a stray lock of hair away from her face, tracing the outline of her jaw with his fingertip.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, his voice barely a whisper. Y/n nodded, still catching her breath, her eyes shining with a mixture of pleasure and disbelief. Luke smiled down at her, his thumb tracing circles on her chest. "We're just getting started," He murmurs as he kisses along her collar bone.

Luke leaned over, his lips inches from her ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down her spine. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he whispered, his fingers gently tracing the outline of her breast. She nodded, her heart racing, and he smiled, his eyes meeting hers. With a gentle tug, he pulled her closer, their bodies pressed tightly together. His hand moved to the button of her jeans, and with a deft flick, he undid it, letting the denim fall to the floor.

His fingers found their way back between her legs, teasing at her entrance, spreading her wetness. She arched her back, her hips moving instinctively towards his touch. With steady hands, he positioned himself at her entrance, and she felt the head of his shaft press against her. He looked down at her, his eyes filled with love and tenderness. "I love you," he whispered, and then with a gentle push, he slipped inside her.

She cried out, feeling him stretch her in a way she never imagined possible. It hurt at first, but then it felt so good, so right. He began to move inside her, slowly at first, letting her adjust to the feeling of him filling her. His eyes never left hers, and he held her hand, intertwining their fingers.

The sensation was overwhelming, her body responding to every stroke, every touch. She felt herself growing closer, the pleasure building inside her. Her back arches pushing him further into her, urging him on, desperate for more.

As he thrust deeper, she arched her back, meeting his movements with a fervor that surprised even her. The pain gave way to pleasure, and she felt herself growing closer and closer to another orgasm she hadn't even realized she was capable of. He picked up the pace, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his eyes darkening with desire.

With a cry that was part pain and part ecstasy, she felt herself peak, her body shuddering around him as her release washed over her.

"Y/n," he groaned, his voice thick with need "I'm close…" Luke felt her tighten around him, and with a groan, he followed her over the edge, his body shuddering as he released himself into her. The sensation was overwhelming, the connection between them so intense that it left him breathless. She felt the warmth of his seed spill inside her, and as he collapsed on top of her, she wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight.

They lay there for a while, catching their breath, their bodies still joined. The stars twinkled above them, the rustling leaves creating a soothing lullaby. It was perfect, just as she always imagined it would be.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice raspy. She nodded, her fingers tracing gentle circles on his back. He turns his head to kiss along her shoulder. Luke rolled to the side, taking her with him. They were face-to-face, their bodies still connected. She felt his warmth against her, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her. He brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his thumb tracing her bottom lip. "You're beautiful," he murmured. "I've always thought so."

She smiled up at him, her heart still racing. "Thank you," she whispered. "That means a lot." They lay there in silence for a moment, just enjoying the closeness, the intimacy. Luke's hand drifted down her stomach, over her hip, and back up again, as if he were memorizing the feel of her skin beneath his fingertips.

That was the last thing she felt as her eyes fluttered shut, finally falling into a blissful sleep.

[diamond-rings-and-gutter-bones]

listen up y'all

what are you gonna do now that soap2day is gone? you are gonna find yourself another free site to watch things on, thats what. *how* are yall gonna do that? im gonna tell you, **as long as you have an adblocker** (if you use firefox there are a bunch of good ones ive used but currently i recommend adblocker ultimate)

1. google "watch [movie/show] for free online". a list of sites will come up. some are illegal streaming sites. some are not. you figure out which is which mostly by clicking on them

2. if nothing useful comes up, scroll to the bottom of the page. check page 2 of google search results

3. if *that* doesnt work, scroll back to the bottom of page 1. therell probably be some bs disclaimer about them removing search results because of copyright claims, and itll provide a list of the complaints. click on one of these complaints

4. after being taken to the complaint page, scroll down to where it says "allegedly infringing urls" and copy+paste those urls, one by one, to see if any work. in all likelihood one or two will but most wont. rinse and repeat with each "complaint" link until you find one that works and doesnt seem likely to take control of your computer or something

5. when youve found a site, dont go blasting its name all over the internet, for the same reason im not just *telling* you the sites *i* use. yeah, share it with your friends and family, but you dont want to draw more attention to it. this might just be me being a bit paranoid but whatever

[whatsitzface]

The way Annabeth was thinking so far ahead of Percy that Percy was confused. The way she refused to elaborate on anything, and then was like; 'I'm surrounded by idiots' whenever someone (Percy) didn't understand her. The way she looked so smug after she pushed Percy into the water and he got claimed. THE WAY SHE WAS SO BLUNT!!!!! ("ARE YOU STALKING ME??" "yeah lol")

Sorry, but that's the most accurate Annabeth in the world holy smokes Leah did such a good job. All my forgotten love for Annabeth's character that I felt while reading the books just crashed into me full force and I'm frothing at the mouth with obsession.

“-You’re gonna expect me to know how to do something I don’t know how to do, and I end up falling flat on my face, I- I can’t really have that right now.” “You still don’t get where you fit into all of this, do you?” SHE’S TALKING ABOUT THE PROPHECY AND HOW SHE KNOWS HE'S A POSIEDON KID, BUT SHE HIDES IT AS HOW HE DOESN’T KNOW HIS PLACE IN THE CAPTURE THE FLAG GAME!!!! BECAUSE SHE WON’T TELL HIM!!!! AND ITS EPIC BECAUSE IN THE CAPTURE THE FLAG GAME HE DOES FALL FLAT ON HIS FACE, BUT IN THE PROPHECY HE DOES GET HIS DAD TO SEE HIM!!!! And then she fixes his armor plate, making sure that its secure. Making sure he won't get hurt. That's not part of her plan, and things always go according to her plan. She's the game master. IM SCREAMING

[asterlark]

me and den @unloneliest were just talking about murderbot and ART's relationship and i want to discuss how they quite literally complete each other's sensory and emotional experience of the world!!

there's a few great posts on here such as this one about how murderbot uses drones to fully and properly experience the world around it (it also accesses security cameras/other systems for this same purpose). but i haven't seen anyone so far talk about how once MB stops working for the company and consequently doesn't have a hubsystem/secsystem to connect to anymore (which for its entire existence up to that point had been how it was used to interacting with its environment/doing its job), after it meets ART, ART starts to fill that gap.

ART gives MB access to more cameras, systems, and information archives than it would normally be able to connect with while MB is on its own outside of ART's... body(? lol), but also directly gives MB access to its own cameras, drones, archives, facilities, and processing space. additionally, so much of ART's function is dedicated to analysis, lateral thinking, and logical reasoning, and it not only uses those skills in service of reaching murderbot's goals, it teaches murderbot how to use those same skills. (ART might be a bit of an asshole about how it does this, but that doesn't negate just how much it does for murderbot for no reason other than it's bored/interested in MB as an individual.)

we all love goofing about how artificial condition can basically be boiled down to "two robots in a trench coat trying to get through a job interview" (which is entirely accurate tbh) but that's also such a great example of ART fulfilling the role of both murderbot's "hubsystem" and "secsystem", allowing it to fully experience its environment/ succeed in its goals. ART provides MB with crucial information, context, and constructive criticism, and uses its significant processing power to act as MB's backup and support system while they work together.

from ART's side of things, we get a very explicit explanation of how it needs the context of murderbot's emotional reactions to media in order to fully understand and experience the media as intended. it tried to watch media with its humans, and it didn't completely understand just by studying their reactions. but when it's in a feed connection with murderbot, who isn't human but has human neural tissue, ART is finally able to thoroughly process the emotional aspects of media (side note, once it actually understands the emotional stakes in a way that makes sense for it, it's so frightened by the possibility of the fictional ship/crew in worldhoppers being catastrophically injured or killed that it makes murderbot pause for a significant amount of time before it feels prepared to go on. like!! ART really fucking loves its crew, that is all).

looking at things further from ART's perspective: its relationship with murderbot is ostensibly the very first relationship it's been able to establish with not only someone outside of its crew, but also with any construct at all. while ART loves its crew very much (see previous point re: being so so scared for the fate of the fictional crew of worldhoppers), it never had a choice in forming relationships with them. it was quite literally programmed to build those relationships with its crew and students. ART loves its function, its job, and nearly all of the humans that spend time inside of it, but its relationship with murderbot is the first time it's able to choose to make a new friend. that new friend is also someone who, due to its partial machine intelligence, is able to understand and know ART on a whole other level of intimacy that humans simply aren't capable of. (that part goes for murderbot, too, obviously; ART is its first actual friend outside of the presaux team, and its first bot friend ever.)

and because murderbot is murderbot, and not a "nice/polite to ART most of the time" human, this is also one of the first times that ART gets real feedback from a friend about the ways that its actions impact others. after the whole situation in network effect, when the truth of the kidnapping comes to light and murderbot hides in the bathroom refusing to talk to ART (and admittedly ART doesn't handle this well lol) - ART is forced to confront that despite it making the only call it felt able to make in that horrifying situation, despite it thinking that that was the right call, its actions hurt murderbot, and several other humans were caught in the crossfire. what's most scary to ART in that moment is the idea that murderbot might never forgive it, might never want to talk to it again. it's already so attached to this friendship, so concerned with murderbot's wellbeing, that the thought of that friendship being over because of its own behavior is terrifying. (to me, this almost mirrors murderbot's complete emotional collapse when it thinks that ART has been killed. the other more overt mirror is ART fully intending on bombing the colony to get murderbot back.)

in den's words, they both increase the other's capacity to feel: ART by acting as a part of murderbot's sensory system, and murderbot by acting as a means by which ART can access emotion. they love one another so much they would do pretty much anything to keep each other safe/avenge each other, but what's more, they unequivocally make each other more whole.