#anyone wants to play with me

[qrowpilled]

hate when you find a character whose so infuriatingly Your Type that its embarrassing like yeahg no one is gonna be surprised when i announce this is my new Guy Of The Month

[fishbloc]

i made grumbot plushie sling bags, if you even care

[cidnangarlond]

[morganbritton132]

Just remember this idea I had for a fic where Steve’s dad worked in marketing and made jiggles for commercials so they had a full music studio in their house.

The local music store had a section where local artists can sell cassettes. It’s mostly poorly recorded country music from The Hideout’s open mic night, but Corroded Coffin is there too. Eddie practically stalks the shelf to see if anyone buys their music. No one ever does (except for Gareth’s mom).

Then one day, Eddie goes into the shop after work to see if any of CC’s stock is gone, and sees a new tape there. No artist name. No song titles. Just a slip of paper stuck into the case with a hand drawn rose on it.

Eddie buys it and even though it’s not his typical type of music, falls absolutely in love with the voice on the tape. He loves the music. The production quality. The way sadness seeps into every corner of side A and B.

He goes back to the record shop and asks who left the tape, but the employee has no idea. They think someone just stuck it there without permission and have no idea who they’re supposed to pay for the sale.

Two more tapes show up over the next month with a different drawn flower on it, each sadder than the last. The artist is clearly going through something. Eddie still has no idea who they are and is now stalking the shelf not just to see if his own music is selling (it’s not).

He’s in full investigation mode and it’s annoying all of his friends. He needs to know who this person is because he’s a little in love with them and also a little worried about them. It’s really sad music.

Meanwhile, Steve is just trying to process the end of his relationship with Nancy in the only way he can think of.

[disastersareajoy]

Pussy Drunk Thomas Hewitt - Drabble

Thomas Hewitt x FEM!Reader

Tags: established relationship, cunnilingus, forced orgasms, talk of bruises, wet and messy, squirting, dacryphilia, overstimulation

Word count: 1.1k

fucking obsessed with the idea of Thomas getting absolutely, down bad, pussy-drunk as soon as he gets a taste

like his virgin-ass being too afraid of hurting you to fuck you at first and getting on his knees for you. he gets a taste, kind of pulls back and licks his lips and you can see his pupils dilate and his eyes fucking glaze over and he just falls face first into your pussy

sloppy, wet, spit slick, hungry oral from that man. his teeth bump into you in all the right ways sometimes. one moment he's whimpering into you and the next he's grumbling and trying to get his tongue deeper and deeper into you to taste more

and it does not matter to him when you beg for him to slow down and how you can't cum anymore. because you keep dripping on his face and tongue and making wonderful noises and you just taste so fucking good, how could he stop??

his arms wrap around your thighs and he holds onto them hard and firm and keeps you pulled close to his face. you can feel that it's gonna bruise and you're going to cherish those bruises for days

he doesn't even notice how hard he's gripping you because he's trying to get all of his senses filled with you. he tastes, smells and feels nothing but you. the only thing his ears can focus on are your moans and whimpers. his hands massage your thighs periodically and when he opens his eyes it's just to look at your face, thrown back in pleasure. the only thing better is when you're looking down at him with tears in your eyes, still moaning for him

Tommy is completely drunk off your taste. he loves the feeling of your pussy on his tongue and he loves the little whining groan you let out when he sucks on your clit

now, when he keeps going and going and your hand in his hair trying to push him away finally falls to your side, he doesn't even realize what he's doing next. it's all out of instinct when his hands readjust so his arms stay wrapped around your thighs but his thumbs are spreading open your folds. that's when he really loses it

because he can get his tongue even deeper like that. he can bury it inside you and find the spot that makes you drip a little more and that makes you moan all broken and needy. once he finds it he abuses the fuck out of it. keeps licking over it, poking at it with his tongue and savoring every drop of you that spills into his mouth

and then. his holy grail. you grab his hair again and moan louder. you're sobbing and begging him to slow down because it feels different this time. he doesn't listen of course. all he knows is you're about to do that thing again where he can feel your pussy flutter and twitch and your thighs squeeze around him and your moans get all whimpery

he keeps going until your hips lift up into him. he stays attached to your pussy and keeps doing what he's doing, knowing he can't stop. needs to keep going to get you to do that thing

suddenly you gasp and go completely quiet. then you moan so loud it's almost a scream. a sobbing sort of thing that's absolutely gorgeous to him. on top of that your hips start wildly shaking along with your legs and your pleasure starts gushing out of you

Tommy moans into your juices and gets closer if that's even possible at that point. he shakes his head so he rubs over your clit side to side while he keeps his tongue abusing that spot inside you. and fuck does he get drenched. he swallows down as much as he can of you and whimpers into it. anything he can't get, drips down his face and drenches his shirt and lap

once you come down you realize he's still going and you can't handle it anymore. you start crying more and weakly kicking your legs out which finally makes Tommy look up. he sees your devastated face and while he thinks the sweat mixed with tears and drool, as well as the tortured pleasure in your eyes is a heavenly sight, he listens to your weak pleas

he finally pulls away and you sigh in relief. Tommy stays away from your pussy (as much as he hates it) and spends his time licking your thighs clean. just a minute away from your pussy makes him whimper and look up at you pleadingly. your legs are still shaking and you shake your head at him

so Tommy whines and starts biting your thighs instead, getting closer and closer to your pussy until he's mouthing right next to it. you're shaking and sweating and still losing a coupe tears when he licks flat over your clit once. then your back arches and you gasp, trying not to make too loud a noise

you know if you moan he's gonna start again and you think he might actually kill you that time. he softly licks over your clit again, wraps his lips around it and you slap a hand over your mouth. but Tommy sees your lack of noise as a sign to keep going and starts sucking on your clit. when his teeth graze over it your hand whips away from your mouth to his hair and you yell out a moan that ends with a broken whine

immediately you know you're in for it. Tommy moans happily and grabs your thighs hard once more. he dives into you again and gets back to his sloppy, needy and enthusiastic pace without hesitation. all you can do is moan, whimper and whine as Tommy makes you see stars over and over again

he's obsessed with making you squirt on his face and listening to your whimpers as he tastes you. he loves the feeling of your heartbeat in your clit, pounding against his tongue

sometimes you can't get him off of your pussy until he's had at least a couple hours of his way with you. he's obsessed with your pussy and a single taste makes him entirely lose his mind. he'd do anything to fall to his knees in front of you

he would spend forever between your thighs if it was up to him

your pussy is his paradise and his salvation. every gush of your juices is a baptism of wonder. you are his goddess and he worships you at every turn

Consider leaving a comment or reblog along with your like, they're always lovely to see. Eitherway, thank you for reading! <3

[lesbianwyllravengard]

I think if Anders was the Inquisitor it would be super fucking funny for many reasons. I still don't know much da lore so pretend it makes sense lore wise even if it doesn't. I just think the Guy Who is On the Run for Bombing the Local Chantry accidentally becoming the Herald of Andraste is an insane idea. why was Anders at the Conclave. was it to make sure mages were well represented. was it to repeat Kirkwall if the mages weren't well represented. who knows point is, he's there and he has a plan but as he's roaming the halls he hears The Divine calling out for help and what the hell he has to find out what's going on. Domino effect of canon events happen and suddenly he wakes up in chains with Cassandra standing over him and asking for his name. And he says Anders because he still can't remember where he even is. And Cassandra is like oh my fucking God you're Chantry Bomber Anders from Varric's story. Of course you killed the Divine. And Anders is like wdym I killed the Divine. But he sounds a little too excited about it so Cassandra just gets angry. And then later they meet up with Varric and Solas and Varric is like holy shit it's Chantry Bomber Anders. What are you doing here Blondie. And Anders is like hey Varric, this scary woman says I killed the Divine. But again he sounds a little too excited about it so Cassandra gets more mad, but Solas uses Anders's mark to close the rift so now she has to keep Anders alive. And then the people of the Inquisition decide Anders is the Herald of Andraste and Cassandra has to believe Chantry Bomber Anders was sent by Andraste for some fucking reason. And Anders's faith was already rocky after Kirkwall but now this whole thing is a joke to him. Hi my name is Anders, that's short for Andraste's Herald. I am Maker Sent. Yes I blew up the Kirkwall Chantry, because God says to Free All Mages. And Cassandra still hates him and Cullen is still scared of him and the Chantry is mad that he's using Andraste's name but the people of the Inquisition believe he is Maker Sent so he has to stay and basically gets diplomatic immunity from Chantry retaliation. He sides the Inquisition with the Mages and tells the Templars to kill themselves so everyone is even more mad at him. Except the Mages who are finally accepting him as their revolutionary leader. imagine Cassandra's face when Leliana suggests making Anders the Inquisitor. of course he gets up there and is like I'm doing this for all Mages! And the mages are like Yay, we love Inquisitor Chantry-Bomber-Anders! And then Hawke shows up and she's like there you are Anders, my mentally ill wife, the children miss you. and Anders is like look Hawke I'm the Inquisitor now, and Varric is also here and he fights by my side again. And Varric is like no I babysit you for Hawke, there's a difference. And since Anders was a Grey Warden, when they're like we need information on the Grey Wardens he's like actually I can help with that personally. Of course I still hear Corypheus screaming in my head, but Hawke has yelled at me louder before so I'm fine. And he doesn't even get the choice between leaving Hawke or Stroud in the Fade because he wouldn't let Hawke die ever no matter what. There's also loads of chances for the Inquisitor to hate on blood magic and the chantry that I think really suit Anders. And he'd love to tell Cassandra that the Chantry sucks and should die. But anyways all that to say I think it'd be incredibly hilarious if the guy who is on half of Southern Thedas' shit list for bombing the Chantry suddenly became Jesus Part Two and more of a recognised religious figurehead than the Divine herself had been.

Edit: click the "Inquisitor Chantry Bomber Anders" to see me play dai as Anders

[shivunin]

Because I have just seen this specific thing for the second time, I would like to say:

If I reblog your art, I do not expect you to reblog (or share!) my fic in return

If I comment on your fic, I do not expect you to comment on (or read!) mine in return

My enjoyment of anyone's work does not come with strings or expectations

My friendship is not a bill that you will have to pay later

That's it!

[jiauro]

Heavy is no longer my least played class

[vulpixelates]

i know it will never happen but i so desperately desire an origins-type playable backstory thing in all games but especially veilguard. i feel like it added so much depth to origins and made you feel instantly connected to your character in a way that gets lost in games like inquisition where you fill in the blanks as you go except for the bare basics. like, i do enjoy the freedom to willy nilly decide where a character was before the events of the story from a creative perspective, but the playable origins were just so good! especially when you go back to where your warden is from and can engage differently with the arcs there

[kittenwatermemes]

Great news, y'alll

I got a new Keyboard (and mouse) for my Pc today! After having to type with a Ps4 Controller for several months on my Pc, I can finally type with a actual keyboard!

Today is a good day

And hopefully YOU are having a Blootastic month so far!!!!!

[miss-ingno]

Established JayTim Outsider PoV idea:

Red Hood gang/Crime Alley residents thinking that Hood has to be a great lay since he's banging multiple people on the regular:

There's Alvin Draper, the sly and sneaky gopher associated with several crime families who always manages to weasel out of consequences when the cops crack down on crime. Somehow also weaseled himself into Red Hood's bed instead of gang, but that's how it goes sometimes.

Then there's Caroline Hill, the harried med student who tends to show up with two tall black coffees for herself and is rumoured to be the only doc allowed to patch Red Hood up (and feel him up while she's at it).

There's Thea, no last name, whom Hood brings to all of the social mob events when he's invited by the Falcones or Maronis to some party or other, for the usual politicking. It's unclear if they are an item or if it's just an insinuation because it suits their image. Thea is known to kick a mobster in the balls and might instead be a bodyguard under the guise of arm candy. Which Hood may or may not be fucking on the side.

Rumour has it Hood's got a Thing going on with Red Robin, too. Red Robin's definitely the most sighted vigilante around Crime Alley, seen sharing information and bantering openly. There's a blurry phone snapshot going around the internet where Hood has Red Robin pinned to an alley wall with a raging debate on whether they were fighting or kissing.

And then there's that one neighbour in the same apartment building that houses Hood's not-so-secret home base (the one everyone in Crime Alley knows about but would never admit exists), who swears up and down that he caught Timothy Drake-Wayne's walk of shame the morning after on two separate occasions.

[happi-dreams]

Doey !!! but woah it’s those three lil guys !!

[secretagentspydetectiveninja]

posting this with absolutely no context

[bertoyana]

X-MEN APOCALYPSE (2016)

+bonus:

[kingkatsuki]

Do your blorbos ever look at each other inside your blorbo mansion and wonder “what the fuck is that guy doing here?”

[mazeyphaedra]

was rewatching fabian’s baron moment on account of it being the most delicious piece of pvp in my recent memory and ally beardsley’s growth as a player just shone through so brightly and with such clarity. after dusting off their shock they immediately asked about the nemesis ward, had enough knowledge about fellow pcs stocked to remember adaine’s ac with such like frustrated confidence and certainty, suggested to siobhan to dimension door out of adaine’s room, like. they came into this making a character with 4 dex. and now the dice deity offered to roll a check to sense if adaine was in danger. making decisions, asking questions, getting invested in the story, trying so hard with the tools they have to save characters from danger; ally beardsley is an incredible d&d player.