#and be more of a nerd

[extraterrestrial-artist]

this is just a sketch i wanted to see if i could "stylize" otacon a bit

[paintedcrows]

Did anyone tell Ford (bonus doodles: Family Movie Night, 70s Classics)

[stealingpotatoes]

well that odysseus guy never had to deal with a self checkout so if anything my grocery odyssey is actually worse than whatever he was doing

[lazylittledragon]

they've been at it for 40 minutes

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

main take aways from Halloween (1978) rewatch:

michael myers is canonically 21??? this bitch should be at the club

*sees tiddies* ***MURDEROUS RAMPAGE NOISES***

that's it that's the movie

outside of the fact that everyone who has sex is murdered by the narrative, this is a surprisingly chill portrayal of female sexuality? these teen girls are horny and actively enjoying Getting It On with their boytoys. no pushy boyfriends sneaking in through their bedroom windows--these ladies are taking the initiative to sneak out and GET SOME. one of them gets laid and then immediately orders her boyfriend to get her a beer. (yes she gets Slashered soon afterward, but so does the boyfriend so honestly, gender equality.) yes the Final Girl is the only one not having sex, but she's not bullied for that, nor are her friends slut shamed except possibly by being murdered by the narrative

actually the only character who is shown being morally condemned on-screen is michael myers. specifically FOR his violent overreaction to other people's sex lives. (people he is spying on). metaphorically, the villain is American Puritanism sticking its judgy nose into other people's business.

aka Michael Myers Is A Republican

but actually the real villain is the doctor. guy's a judgemental, shaming, pathologizing asshole. and he's been in charge of michael's care since he was SIX YEARS OLD? kid never had a chance. i'd go on a killing spree too

also the parents. where are the parents? it's halloween night and all the teenage girls are home babysitting their younger siblings? come to think of it, michael's first victim was his own older sister, whom he killed while she was babysitting him. teen girls are really shouldering a labour burden here. maybe parentification is the true villain

side note: mike commits his first murder wearing a clown costume...which is never referenced again? his 'iconic' costume is a generic mask and wig and jumpsuit, when we coulda had a Killer Clown Michael Myers??? travesty

i like how the Final Girl and her friend casually smoke weed in her car. yeah she's an honor student and her friend is the sheriff's daughter. yeah they smoke weed. so what it's 1978

(to reiterate, mike is 21 and should be at the club. im not saying he shouldn't be rampaging, im saying it's sad that he broke out, tasted freedom for the first time in his life, and immediately snuck back into his childhood home to go rampaging. let's have a remake where he goes to a nightclub and has a few beers. maybe some slutty dancing. then rampage)

oh no he's hot

[worme4ter]

yo dudes so i'm currently making a tma book for my friend!

it's basically the tma wiki but in book form :)

(highly inspired by what pricklypearviking on reddit did just much less cool)

current status: i run out of printer toner and im in pain so decided to share this to pass the time

[morganbritton132]

Steve convinced Dustin that the bat bites made him psychic by predicting what Eddie is going to do next. He gets it right every time but it’s not any special skill. It’s just that Eddie is really predictable.

[yujateaandpi]

Yup, that's Ford's niece.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

a totem pole of hopeful idiots

[muisley]

my favourite nerd jock yaoi...........

[courfee]

17 December 1975 / 15 May 1976

[seren-dipitous-art]

Jason, edgelord since day one. Who also happens to read classic literature. Wearing leather even in medieval times because of course he is. Don’t ask me how he got those soles on his boots.

Still to come are yet more bats who can’t sit straight.

[onionninjasstuff]

carrying each other :з

[mari-lair]

Menu

[cherryyluvs]

The way you wrote Mark in late night lesson I loved it. Can you write another one similar? little spicy to it? Hickeys per se. 😗 a cute nerdy mark 😏 I leave the rest to you

Who needs textbooks when Mark's teaching you anatomy like this? hope you enjoy! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

Study Break

Mark has always been a little bit of a nerd, comic books, study dates, and late nights where you both would go over notes together. But tonight felt different..

He showed up to your dorm room with a stack of books and that cute dorky smile. His hair was slightly messy like he’d been running his hands through it too much.

“Ready to fail this exam together?” he teased, flopping onto your bed.

The two of you were sitting on your bed, textbooks spread around you. But Mark’s attention had long since differed away from the textbooks. “You good?” you asked, moving your head towards him with a soft smile.

Mark’s cheeks flushed. “Y-yeah!’ Totally good. Studying. Totally focused.”

You raised an eyebrow. “focused , huh?”

Mark cleared his throat. “ I mean.. It's kind of hard to focus when you're sitting so close.”

You bit your lip to keep yourself from smiling too hard. He was adorable when he would get flustered. “You know..” you leaned in a little closer “we're not gonna pass this exam if you keep staring at me instead of the textbook.”

Mark’s breath hitched, his hand twitching on his thigh. “I… I wasn’t staring.”

“You were totally staring”

Mark opened his mouth to protest, but before he could you noticed a comic book sticking from out under his notebook.

“Wait” you reached over grabbing it. “Were you seriously reading Seance Dog while we’re supposed to be studying?”

Mark’s face turned bright red. “It helps me focus!!”

You laughed, flipping through the pages. “Oh my god you are such a nerd.”

Mark looks away rubbing the back of his neck. “You say that like it's a bad thing”

“It's not” you murmured. Setting the comic down before moving closer, your legs making contact with his. His breathing paused when you tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear. “It's actually kinda cute.”

“R-Really?”

“Yeah” you whispered. Your gaze focusing on his lips. “Really.”

And before he could even answer, you leaned in. So close your breath ghosted over his skin and kissed him. His lips were soft, hesitant at first but slowly deepening the kiss.

He groaned lowly and melted into it. His hand slid to your hip, pulling you closer until you were practically sitting on his lap. As the forgotten textbooks fell to the floor with a soft thud. His lips moving with more confidence, tongue slipping between your lips.

‘“Y-you sure we shouldnt be studying?” he whispered into your ear.

“Oh we're studying” you teased, rolling your hips against his bulge. “Just… anatomy instead” Letting out a soft laugh but turned into a gasp when you felt his cold hands slide under your shirt. Fingertips skimming the curve of your waist, as he leaned in closer. His breath was hot against your ear.

Sending a delicious shiver down your spine. “You know how hard it is to concentrate when you’re sitting down looking like that?”

“Mark” you breathed. Your eyes fluttered shut as he kissed his way down your jaw. “Hmm?” His lips trailed down to suck your neck. His tongue tracing the curve of your collarbone. "God you taste so good" Mark murmured against your skin. His voice rough with desire. His hands slid down to your ass, squeezing them as he ground his hips against yours.

You tangled your fingers in his hair, holding him close as he lavished attention on your neck. Each press of his lips and each flick of his tongue sent sparks of pleasure racing through your veins. You could feel the heat building between your thighs. the ache and need for his touch growing with each passing second.

"I could taste you for hours" he whispered. His teeth grazing your earlobe.

"Then don't stop" you breathed. Tilting your head to give him better access. He sucked your neck like he never wanted to stop, like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

And honestly? You didn’t want him to stop either.

[specialgradefckr]

a thought.

satoru gojo doesn't belong to you. he doesn't even belong to himself.

he's a weapon, a tool, a teacher and guardian - he doesn't have time to be yours, even if he wanted to.

but this one could.

he looks good, for having been grown in a test tube for twenty months.

a clone. your very own personal satoru gojo. just for you and no one else.

he's born in the lab, a fully grown adult, and you teach him everything he needs to know about life.

when he's hungry, you feed him.

when he's cold, you hold him.

when he's bored, you entertain him.

when he's sad, you delight him.

for this satoru gojo, the world begins and ends with you.

he's never known life outside the private lab beneath your home. after weeks of good behavior, you let him sleep with you in your room.

he never says no. doesn't know what it is. you've never told him no (granted, his requests are always vague, and you fulfill them however you please), so it doesn't exist in his mind.

so when you teach him how to make you feel good - guide him to his knees, between your legs, holding his face against your cunt - this satoru gojo learns eagerly, with all the unrestrained passion and dedicated of a virgin with his longtime crutch.

the first words you taught him to say were "i love you", after all.

at first, he was sort of like a parrot - repeating after you, confused, hesitant forming words.

but quickly enough, his true nature shone through. even with a limited vocabulary, he would tease - "those are called glasses." "glasses?" "yes - satoru! give them back!" - and his appetite for mischief and self-satisfaction were ever-present.

but even with his nature, there was always nurture to gently adjust him.

you'd leave him alone for hours without explanation, even when he could grasp language enough to understand one. always returning with a treat, with a smile and a kiss.

there was food for him when you were gone, and water. but it's bland, unappetizing stuff. he is satoru, after all. still craving sweets.

you were the only person he's ever interacted with. the only person he ever will.

your presence meant food, companionship, entertainment. your absence meant loneliness, boredom, hunger.

you are everything good in his life. you gave him this life. it's only right that he spends it with you.

it's not that satoru minds, after all. he seems to love eating you out, training session after training session leading him to slide to his knees beside you more often than not. bright blue eyes twinkling up at you while he paws at your waistband.

and you're not a selfish lover, not by any means. once you've conditioned him to only cum when you're present, you're very generous with his orgasms.

it took a while. a specialized device - unremovable cockring - and some porn left around for him to peruse curiously.

but soon enough, you'd caught him, red-faced and stressed, unable to find his release. diligently, over many weeks, you'd taught his body that the only real pleasure was you. your touch, your voice, your love.

this is your satoru gojo. he shouldn't want anything but you. he shouldn't get off to anything but you.

you are his sun and stars, his planet, his gravity holding him to earth, the air he breathes, the life that sustains him, his whole universe.

it's all worth it, to come back to him after an outing. bright-faced and smiling and trembling just a little bit in relief.

when he holds you at night extra tightly, like he's terrified you'll slip out of his arms while he sleeps.

it's intoxicating. euphoric.

you try not to leave too often. but absence makes the heart grow fonder. can't have him taking you for granted.

in fact, that's the only punishment that ever seems to work on him, when he's acting out, and a stern correction doesn't do it.

it's not often, but sometimes he'd whine incessantly about getting his way, as if what he wanted mattered. as if you didn't love him more than anything already. as if you didn't go out of your way to give him everything, including his own life.

maybe he wanted to have sex that day, instead of just masturbating for you. maybe he was getting bored of eating you out for hours. maybe he just wanted to hurry up and cum.

all of these were normal, expected ways for satoru gojo to behave at first. but you'd trained them out of him.

if he was so bored, if he didn't like what you wanted, then he could stay here by himself.

you'd leave discreetly, distracting him with an instruction or an excuse about getting something. and then you'd turn off the breaker so the lights in the basement were out.

and then you'd go. spend hours away from home.

every time you spent a different amount of time away. letting him stew in it. letting him wait for you. wait, and wonder if you were really coming back this time.

it was painful. you didn't create him just to neglect him like this.

but it needs to be done. he had to understand that being without you is utter, abject misery.

this had the side effect of turning him into a clingy menace. which was terribly endearing - he always wanted to have a hand on you, or to sit next to you, or to be touching you somehow.

those beautiful eyes nervously glancing at you every now and then - it's the prettiest thing you've ever seen.

with him clinging to you, of course, you have to adjust his punishments. if a training session isn't going well, you slip something into his next meal.

when he awakens, he's tied up. all alone in a well-lit, padded room.

by the time you open the door, he's teary-eyed, nose red from sniffling, throat sore from screaming. he leans into your fingers in his hair, closing his eyes, shuddering and sighing in utter bliss.

satoru always behaves better after that. you tell him, calmly, what you hope he'll improve on, and he always does. your clever boy.

your perfect boy. your satoru gojo, homemade, hand-raised, yours and yours alone. happy to be yours.

he's improved so much. he really is nearly perfect.

affectionate - almost overbearingly so, but that suits you. he's attentive, so well in tune with your moods. satoru really is so very observant when he wants to be.

he can make you cum in under thirty seconds - there's your quick learner! you feel like a proud teacher, sometimes.

and he loves you. of course he loves you. you make him feel good, you kiss him goodnight, you always make sure he knows exactly how happy he makes you.

he's not unlike a pet who loves you unconditionally and wants to be with you constantly. a particularly clever pet, even, who sometimes gets... ideas.

what you're working on now is a complicated case. satoru's a healthy young man, and he spends all his time with you, who he's attracted to - so he gets erections fairly often.

your conditioning has led him to expect sexual activity... well, relatively frequently. after all, he can't cum on his own. it doesn't help that he always wants to be touching you, next to you, holding you.

the task now is for him to become aroused only when you are aroused. it'll take time - and patience - and lots and lots of punishments. but smaller ones, easier ones.

you're content with this. perfection is a state of mind, after all. there will always be something to improve on.

if you don't have anything to punish him for, satoru might start to think he's perfect. he might realize that you won't stop loving him, for any reason. he might get sloppy.

what if he thinks he can leave?

it's something that keeps you up at night, sometimes. you try not to let it, really. satoru never falls asleep first. you've never seen him sleep at all outside your arms, actually.

you're particularly tired, this night, though.

satoru's been so good lately, so you'd rewarded him with a new, special experience; making food together.

it had been utterly delightful, so domestic and causal, full of laughter and taste-tests and troubled recipe lookups. Is that what being a couple was supposed to be like?

you think you could get used to that.

you try to say something, but your mouth is especially dry. satoru, the darling creature that he is, has water at the ready for you.

the thanks, too, can't come out of your mouth. your vision is darkening...

"sorry," his lovely voice hums distantly, "not sure about the dosage. i know i'm larger than you, so it should be a bit less..."

the words stand out to you. dosage. a bit less.

but very soon, your world goes dark, and all you hear before that is -

"you're never leaving me again."

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