#and kept adding to it as i went

[front-facing-pokemon]

[infiniteorangethethird]

maybe unpopular opinion but probably one of the least useful pieces of advice I've ever got as an auDHD person to the question of "how tf does one make friends" was to go and join clubs/groups that do hobbies I enjoy. Not only does this not actually answer the question of how to make friends (yknow, how to approach people, how to start a conversation, how to appear friendly enough that they don't immediately reject you for existing, how to actually keep them as friends later on, etc), but also the chance of me choosing to force myself into the discomfort of "making smalltalk with random strangers" is absolutely nonexistent when the alternative of engaging with a hyperfixation is not only socially acceptable but even encouraged

[llamahearted]

like it's no big deal at all

songs on repeat

[a-n-i-m-a-t-i-o-n]

this theatrical trailer contains dialogue not found in the final film =)

[beebundt]

(2016 ➡ 2024) i wanted to compare my first colored drawing of charlie (my oldest active OC) to now for fun but damn. this is kinda fucking me up rn and thought it might be interesting to share my embarrassing kid drawing with you all too. i think it's always cool to see where we start from and i always forget how much ive changed since then

[spkyart]

Of course hiei is eating the sticks

[jadewritesficshere]

Sitting Pretty

This is just pure filth like barely a plot ok 😫🥴

Eddie Munson x Female!reader

18+ONLY

Warnings: pet names (baby, pretty girl), slight degradation and condescending language (use of slut) (this really isn't degradation in my mind but that's cause I'm used to a lot worse so technically it is but), boot riding, squirting

Eddie dropped the box on the coffee table with a loud thud. It landed next to the other boxes he had carried, and the one you had. After a long day of work, he was tired. He wanted to sit down, relax, and do absolutely nothing. Of course, when you called and said you needed help moving boxes, he came. He knew he was entirely fucked. Wrapped around your fingers. You could tell him to jump and he'd ask how high.

Eddie pushed a strand of hair out of his face, it briefly getting caught on his fingers, making him shake his hand to get it unstuck. He glared at the partially grey hair still wound around his fingers (you said it made him look distinguished and metal. He couldn't complain too much at that). You set your own box on the table and smiled at him,"Thanks Eds, I know you're tired. It means a lot to me you would do this." Eddie hummed,"mhm. What is this stuff anyways?" "Oh, my uncle and aunt were getting rid of a bunch of stuff, so they gave it to my parents, who got rid of more stuff, aaaannnd dumped it on me," you shrugged," I'll go through it and see if there is anything good, then send it to the secondhand store."

Together, you and Eddie started going through the boxes. Eddie pretended to be wounded finding a dungeon master's guide, you found a harmonica and attempted to play a Corroded Coffin song (which had Eddie wheeze laughing and joking about adding a harmonica solo to their next single), he had tried on a pink jacket at your insistence while you had put on a hat that didn't fit (both of you traded items and agreed they looked better on each other then yourselves before promptly tossing the items back in the box), and then you struck gold.

You pulled out a pair of light brown leather cowboy boots. The intricate stitching on the side had caught your eye at the bottom of the box. The tips of the shoes slightly pointed and squared off. You blink at them and hand them to Eddie. Eddie looks at them before scoffing," Nope, those will squish my feet. You see the ends of them?" You roll your eyes," Eddie, if they hurt people's feet why would cowboys wear them? They work on their feet all day!" Eddie was tempted to tease you and say cowboys aren't real, but then you pout at him. The pout making your lips stand out caused him to hesitate. "Please?" He sighed and couldn't help but give you a quick kiss before grumbling and sitting to put the boots on. He could hear your faint cheers as he sat on the recliner.

Your focus was on the box in front of you until you heard Eddie clear his throat and ask,"Well, what do ya think?" You turned and-

Damn.

Eddie stood there with his hands on his hips. Your eyes trailed over him. His curly hair was frizzy from the humidity and a long day of working and sweating at the auto shop. His skin pale, save for a smear of oil on his cheekbone. His tank top showed off his arms beautifully, muscles straining, his bicep wrapped from a new tattoo he had gotten. The tank top tight against his skin, showing you his waist. You could see the bump at his belly button where his piercing was. His jeans were slightly loose, the only light wash pair he owned that he threw on when he hadn't done the laundry. Those stupid cowboy boots sat on his feet, the slight heel giving him extra height. He turned and held his arms out, striking a few poses. They weren't heels, but they made his ass pop (God, now you wanted to see him in heels). The light jeans making his ass look bigger, perfect to hold. Slap even.

"Ya know, they actually are kinda comfortable," Eddie turned back to face you with a smile," they don't- oof!" Eddie lands on the recliner with a grunt from you pushing him. He glares at you," you have to quit doing that! You're gonna strain my back or some shit." "Hm...stop being so fuckable then," you climb on top of his lap and lean close to his ear to whisper," besides, you like it." Eddie clears his throat and grasps your hips. You roll your hips slightly into his, watching him inhale sharply. The scruff of his unshaved jaw beckons you forward, kissing it lightly before trailing down his neck.

You nip and suck at his neck, smirking as he tilts his head to give you better access. His hands that firmly grasp your hips, shift to grab your ass instead. You hum as you pull back, staring at the glistening neck and the lovely purple mark you left. It may be childish to leave a hickey, but you couldn't help but want to mark Eddie up, adding shades of purple and red near his existing tattoos. Eddie's eyes are blown, his pale face flushed a deep red. You shift on top of him, rolling your hips into his again, feeling his hardening length. The feeling of you grinding against him makes him groan. Unbuttoning his jeans, you awkwardly try to unzip them, leaning back into Eddie's hands. He takes that moment to squeeze your ass. You whimper at the feeling and lean forward to kiss him, thoughts of removing his pants forgotten.

His lips are soft, slightly chapped, but still so plush against yours. Your mouths move in tandem, tongues darting out. Eddie licks into your mouth, groaning as he takes control. He sucks on the tip of your tongue before pulling back. Both of you taking deep breaths. "Take these off baby," Eddie mumbles, tugging at the hem of your shorts. You nod and clamber off him.

You push your shorts and panties down, balancing a hand on Eddie's knee as you step out of them. You go to get back on Eddie but he stops you," Now hold on, baby." You let out a whine in annoyance. Eddie chuckles and clicks his tongue at you," You seem all pent up, what's got you like this?" "You, now let me on-" "Nah, I think it's something else. Like my boots, Baby?" You nod emphatically, attempting to straddle Eddie again, but he puts his leg out in front of you. The sole of his boot presses against your stomach, and he pushes you back lightly. "Prove it pretty girl."

You pause and tilt your head slightly before grasping Eddie's boot covered ankle. Eddie nods to his foot and taps your stomach with the sole. You step back and bend at the hips, eyes locked with Eddie's, and kiss the tip of the boot. He chuckles and motions you with a finger to continue. You give the boot another kiss, and another. The leather firm against your mouth. Eddie smirks," You can do better then that." "I'm not licking the boot." You stand up and drop Eddie's foot with a thud. Eddie relaxes back spreading his legs, "Who said anything about licking? What's that saying...save a horse, ride a cowboy?"

You blink at him as your mouth falls open. Eddie taps the boot against the hardwood ground, causing clicks to echo. "Go on pretty girl." You can feel your arousal slowly drip down your thighs at the thought of Eddie's request. It was demeaning, dirty, and damn if it didn't delight you. You slowly kneel at Eddie's feet, lowering yourself until your core hit the leather.

The fabric was stiff and slightly rough against your pussy. Your arousal dripping onto the boot, causing it to slicken and make it easier to move. You look up from where you're situated to look at Eddie. You can't help the moan that escapes at the site of him. The once slightly baggy jeans are now very filled out from his bulge. One hand resting on it, squeezing lightly. The top of his unbuttoned jeans showing off his happy trail. The opal belly button piercing glinting in the light. The tattoo of the dragon above the jewelry moving with every deep breath he takes. A hickey on his pec from last week. The rest of his tattoos scattered about, glistening from sweat. The scruff on his jaw and neck. The grey hairs at his temples. The smirk on his face, even though it is flushed. The demeaning look he gives you.

You grind against the boot, faltering slightly under his gaze. "Look at you, sitting pretty," Eddie coos at you, patting your head. He knows you hate that, making you feel small. Stupid. "Such a good slut, making my boots all wet." His words make you clench around nothing, throbbing with want.

You buck your hips quicker against his boot. You shift angles slightly and moan as the boot rubs against your clit. The sensation is too much. The pleasure invades your brain, coherent thoughts gone. You feel the pressure building in your lower stomach. A tingly warmth spreading out from your core. "Fuck I'm-" your breath hitches and your hips fumble losing rhythm. "Come for me baby," Eddie grasps your jaw firmly, tilting your head up to face him," Drench my boots like the good slut you are, pretty girl." You gasp as the pressure builds to a crescendo. Your eyes close and you moan head falling back in pleasure. Lights flash behind your eyes as euphoria spreads throughout your limbs. You distantly feel the wetness gush as your hips buck wantonly. Your brain goes fuzzy with static from euphoria. You briefly hear Eddie moan a fuck.

You come back down to earth, loosening your grip on Eddie's thighs. You hadn't even realized you were gripping them. You scoot away from his boot, still on your knees. The light brown leather is soaked, turning a dark brown. A puddle of your release is on the boot, making you feel warm from embarrassment.

"Fucking hell...you squirted," Eddie shakes his head and chuckles. You stand on shaky legs, Eddie helping hold you in place. You glance down at the puddle slowly dripping off his shoe and onto the floor. "Can I ride you now?" You ask saccharinely.

"You're gonna have to give me a minute," Eddie's eyes dart away from yours, clearing his throat. He shifts and you glance at the movement. His jeans are slightly loose again. The light denim jeans having turned dark at a wet spot. "Made me come like a fucking teenager," Eddie stands grabbing your hand. He tugs on your arm, leading you towards the bedroom.

You were definitely keeping the cowboy boots.

[jamiethebeeart]

I'm so normal about the trio, I say, as I spend far longer than I should coloring this lineart by @oceankat8

once again i'm so glad @green-with-envy-phandom-event exists

Readmore for process video/closeups

The full length export was just over 12 minutes, but as tumblr refuses to let me upload 2 videos, here's the (just over) 5 minute process version:

I wanted to add little bits of,,,,, divinity [isn't the right word because they're more like ghost apprentices but I can't think of a better word right now] to each of them. All of their things have a little glow around them!

Danny's thing is actually the Nocturne/space cloak (I tried to make the clasp look like the moon enveloping the sun to symbolize the dreaming world overtaking the waking world, but I don't think it works visually).

But I couldn't resist adding nods to Danny's existence as a halfa. I added snowflakes to Danny's arms/feet to call back to his ice powers and his hair is a blend of Phantom and Fenton hair (with of course space!). He also has dual colored eyes (blue and green) to show his halfa status as well.

Sam was so fun to add plant growth and green blushes to her skin. (I know it's her little ponytail on her head, but I wanted to visually tie it in more to her dress. Is it a bulb/plant? Is it just a fancy bun covering? idk)

And I had such a hard time figuring out Tucker's extra little thing, but I went with the scarab from the staff, starting around his heart and extending as glowing veins as a callback to the (assumed) pharaoh reincarnation. Tucker also has the dual eye color (bluish green and brown) thing happening

(rip tumblr killing the quality)

[stuckwith-harry]

i am handing in my b.a. thesis (on motherhood in gothic fiction) in a few short days and though i have been complaining about having to write it for six months straight, right now i am actually feeling bereft of future opportunities to write academic papers about my silly little interests. for instance right now i really want to research & write about dracula daily & genre & the impacts of the newsletter format on the narrative (the addition of a timeloop)

i think about format and the specifics of narration a lot when i'm writing my own little things and i loooove when the narration - not just the narrator, but the act of telling the story - is part of the narrative. love when the narration is diegetic! love an epistolary novel (like dracula!) for this reason. should read more of them

inventory by carmen maria machado (short story! read it immediately!) is a GREAT example of this. the format of the narration is so integral to the story. does more than elevate it imo, i would argue the story genuinely wouldn't work any other way

g*d. i'm gonna have to become a video essayist

[beeduoo]

originnssssss who remembers origins i Loved origins

[shigayokagayama]

does the bug girl from the reigen spinoff have a name? she's iconic but i can't even find her on the mp100 wiki

haru!!! confirmed in the fanbook.

[megumi-fm]

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[aashiyancha]

Last part of (Pre) Adventures in the Capitol (part 35 in masterpost )

Here's the masterpost link if you would like to read the rest

[killemwithkawaii]

Love sick Sal with a nurse darling headcanons ?

I honestly kind of think he would hurt himself on purpose to get touch by them <3

Love Sick Sally with a Nurse Darling-

[CW: Yandere, delusion, metal illness, self-harm, manipulation, unsanitary. People in the medical field, feel free to correct me if any of this is super inaccurate!]

>Sal fell in love about two minutes into his physical. It took that long for him to confirm that the nurse that had been assigned to examine him, nurse [darling], was exactly his type: They were polite, but not too serious. Strong, but gentle.... Passionate, knowledgeable, dedicated, empathetic, caring, understanding, and level-headed with a stomach of steel... Not to mention the ability to make scrubs look good. 👀💓

>[Darling] didn’t skip a beat when they entered the room and saw Sally bare-faced, sitting on the examination table in nothing but the paper gown he’d been given to wear. They looked him in the eye and smiled warmly while asking him all the usual questions and taking his vitals (though they were a little concerned about his blood pressure being high, and joked about him having a ‘shy bladder’ when it took longer than expected to get his urine sample...). Despite the butterflies in his stomach and the smell of their shampoo distracting him, he managed to make small talk while [darling] gingerly (and thoroughly) poked and prodded him head to toe. They seemed interested in his ‘unique’ hobbies, chuckled at his bone-dry jokes, listened intently to his concerns, and they didn’t judge him at all for taking medications and going to therapy for his mental health issues. When he mentioned those things to them with a hint of shame in his voice, they said that there was nothing to be embarrassed about, “Your mental health is just as important as your physical health! It’s great that you’re taking care of yourself on both levels now. Keep up the good work, Sally.” ☺📝

>That verbal pat on the back was the last nail in his coffin. Sals head was so high in the clouds when [darling] finally gathered their things and left the examination room, he almost wandered out into the hall without dressing. After getting home, He couldn’t stop thinking about his appointment- about how kind [darling] was, how good it felt for them to praise him, the tension and intimacy he’d felt while they were looking him over, how warm and gentle their touch was (and how he wished it would have lingered and not been obstructed by the glove)… he found himself daydreaming about them, wondering if they'd thought of him since they'd shut the door behind them that day, if they'd felt their connection, too, but knew it would be inappropriate to acknowledge it, given the constraints of a nurse/patient relationship... Considering this, he felt the need to start coming up with appropriate reasons to see them again, as soon and as frequently as their schedule and his insurance would allow him to. 🤔💭

>Luckily, with his range of medical needs, Sal needed more checkups and minor treatments than the average person. So, if he plays his cards right, he gets to see a lot of [darling]. On those highly anticipated days when he has a visit, he makes it his mission to be the BEST. PATIENT. EVER: He’s freshly showered, arrives 15 minutes early, never complains about long wait times, has a few interesting anecdotes at-the-ready, tries to impress nurse [darling] with his tolerance for discomfort and knowledge of his own conditions, and always has plenty of thoughtful clarifying questions about his treatments and medications. [Darling] thinks that Sal is a very responsible person who puts a high priority on his health, but in reality, it’s all just an excuse to extend their time together and hopefully get off-track with small talk that will allow him to get to know [darling] better, or will lead to more examinations and treatments that will get [darling] to touch him. Either way, it’s a win. ✅

>Sal probably wouldn't self-harm as an excuse to see [darling], or at least, if he did, he would have to do it VERY sparingly and be VERY strategic about how and what he does. Since [Darling] is a medical professional, chances are that they could easily spot the difference between purposeful and accidental injuries, even if he continuously switched up his methods. He could probably get away with an occasional self-inflicted burn from the oven, cut from shaving, irritation from using household cleaners without gloves, maybe some mild food poisoning if he has a few days to kill… but eventually, [darling] would start to notice a pattern. If he keeps coming to [darling] with injuries they suspect are from self-harm, they might refer him to a different nurse with more psychiatric experience than they have, or, if it seems serious enough, insist that he be hospitalized because he's a danger to himself. No, if he wants [darling], specifically, to dote on him without raising suspicion, he has to convince them that he’s just clumsy- any injuries or ailments he comes to them with have to be (or at least look like) an accident. 🤫⚖

-Thankfully, Sal does a lot of adventuring in run-down buildings, forests, and in other places where it’s easy to trip or become injured if you’re not extra careful. Knowing that he can use those injuries as an excuse to get [darling]s attention (with both medical treatment and the story of how he got his injury), he attempts more risky climbs, braves thickets of thorny overgrowth, is less careful when he runs along uneven terrain than he would be otherwise, etc. On top of the treachery, all those places are pretty unsanitary, so he makes sure to get all those cuts and scratches checked out, ‘just to be on the safe side’. If he's particularly lucky, he gets to limp into [darling]s office with a sprain or dislocation, and the jackpot would be needing stitches, since he gets to come in to get them, AND he’ll have to come back to get them removed! (Bonus points if said injury leaves a scar. He has plenty, so he doesn’t mind having another, and having something as a permanent reminder of [darling]s skilled and gentle touch on his skin makes him feel all mushy~) 🩹💖

Bonus: If [darling] is a friend who is still studying to be a nurse…

>Sal is happy to volunteer as their pin cushion/ practice dummy. He’s got a high pain threshold, so he’s able to sit still while [darling] tries to find a vein to practice inserting an IV or drawing blood, and he has the patience of a saint while they meticulously go through the protocol they’ve studied for dressing different wounds and doing various examinations. 💉🩺

>Since he’s had to go through so many medical procedures with so many different physicians, Sal can give [darling] honest and constructive feedback about their technique and bedside manner. They don’t have a ton to improve on, since [darling] is a natural-born healer, but it’s always good to get a current patient's perspective so you can do even better with the ones you treat in the future. By the time [darling] has their degree, they practically know Sally inside and out, and are very grateful to him for all his help on their journey to becoming a REAL nurse! 🎓

-He worries about [darling] a lot, especially when they’re preparing for exams or have gone through a streak of difficult days on the job. They put their all into their studies/work and often end up putting more pressure on themselves than they should, so Sal is always happy to help them go over their notes, offer to hang out and do something fun to relax, or lend an ear when they need to vent. 👂

>Once they’re confident in their skills, Sal can probably convince [darling] to do a good deal of ‘pro bono treatment’ for the minor stuff he’d otherwise try to deal with himself. He (says he) doesn't have the money to keep going to urgent care every time he needs something looked at, and [darling] wouldn’t let him go untreated, right? Of course not! It’s their duty as a health care professional to help people (and friends) in need, and it’s always good to see someone who knows your medical history (and you) well and makes you feel comfortable. And, since they're friends first and nurse/patient second, it wouldn't be totally inappropriate if their relationship evolved into something more intimate... (a little taboo, but that just makes it interesting 😉)

Additions by our resident nurse, @thegracelessfaceless:

>What Sally doesn't know, is that Nurse Darling risks their job quite a bit in order to care for and spend time with him.

>They reliably spend too much time triaging Sally, resulting in multiple events in which the Doctor and Nurse Practitioner are waiting outside just staring at the door impatiently when Darling comes out. They've had to have a few meetings about their speed when triaging Sal.

>On a few occasions, Darling has stolen samples of Sal's migraine meds or antibiotics because Sal couldn't afford that months supply. She doesn't feel bad about it, what is Sal gonna do, snort up a big line of penicillin or Imitrex? Nurse Darling thinks not

[martitheevans]

This thing is literally me

[mechagender]

we'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when, but i know we'll meet again some sunny day