#but sooooo good

[lavendervirgos]

sleepy moans >>>>>

[gingernut1314]

Shower Thoughts of a Delusional Girly

Sooooo---I was thinking about Buggy while taking a shower (as one does) and I was thinking more specifically about long-haired Buggy because I lovvvveee it and am having majoooor regrets about ever giving him shortish hair in my Songbird series and in anything else I have written for him.

As I was thinking about this major failure on my part, (one I am already planning on fixing because I can't live with myself lol) I was thinking about how I could maybe explain the short hair, like maybe Arlong cut it or something angsty like that, but then I had this wonderful big-brained thought--

He can't get a haircut cause of his chop-chop abilities. Cause if everything can chop off and on, then his hair can too.

This man probably hasn't been able to haircut since eating his Devil Fruit.

But now I'm thinking about how, with that line of thinking, he wouldn't be able to trim his beard---maybe he just doesn't reattach it?? Like he keeps it in a little baggie or something....but then again this is a fictional world so I am just thinking waaayyy too much into it 😂

I am probably suuuuuper late to the party about this thought but I thought I would just share it with yall cause I have no one else to tell😂

Anywwwayy, luv yall!! 🩷 🩷 🩷

(edit: it's been fixed for songbird's story at least lol)

(Also why does he have better hair than me?? Like--that's what I've been trying to get my hair to look like this whole time!! ugh...not me being jealous of a fictional character 😂)

[1800batty]

A giant plate of coconut shrimp would fix me

[ayo-edebiri]

Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse + text posts

[nickydraws]

Sketches!

[hinamie]

I don't want to regret the way I lived

[mizgnomer]

Parallels - Good Omens Seasons One & Two - Part One

Links to [ Part Two ] [ Part Three ] [ Part Four ] [ Part Five ]

[ink-the-artist]

Video game I saw in a dream. It was in this low poly style like an older video game. You play as this character I think was meant to be a lamb, or maybe a weird mix of a lamb a mouse and a rabbit, (while not really looking like any of those things) and you’re running away from a wolf. Your objective is to last as long as possible before the wolf catches and eats you.

The house you’re running in is endless and bizarrely put together like most building interiors in dreams are (like the infinite toilet dream dimension on Reddit lol) the layout of the house is pretty detailed, you can stop and hide in places like closets or bins while the wolf looks for you, you can go up and down stairs and into rooms etc.

You never actually know where the wolf is or how close it is to you until it appears in your line of sight, it makes no noise and the game gives you no way of knowing where it is, and it’s pretty unpredictable it doesnt move at a consistent pace. When the wolf catches you there’s an animation showing it eating your character

[bonesbugs]

Sketch snippets from the FANTASTIC camp cretaceous AU fic ‘Finding a Way’ by @uptoolateart; I highly recommend it if you like peril and crack treated seriously and dinosaurs <3

[heyfoxprince]

*skids in* guess who got to color another @yallstar bingqiu sketch!!!!!!!!!

[equalseleventhirds]

if i were an extremely wealthy owner of a television network i would shrimply pick up all the successful shows netflix and hbo and disney cancelled that ppl made petitions abt and the creators said they have more written for

and then make more seasons of them and my network's ratings would be wildly high and also it'd be baller pr or w/e

[see-if-i-still-bleed]

bet you wish that was you under me 👀

[oddthesungod]

beauty, divine. ✨

[ayo-edebiri]

DEAD BOY DETECTIVES (2024) I 1.01 - The Case of Crystal Palace

[seiwas]

cw: pro-hero bakugo, reader has boobs, kind of explicit/nsfw? idk i describe boobs, reader is smaller and shorter than bakugo, unedited sawry

bakugo's muscle tee looks as ill-fitting as it'll ever be draped over you.

there are reasons for this, perfectly founded and logical reasons for why that is—the main one being that, it's, well, his; two, maybe even three sizes larger than what it should be to fit you properly.

but, he can't stop staring, and there are reasons for that too—the main one being that, it's his, and yet, the only way he can ever imagine it now is when it's being worn by you.

your hips sway to the song you've been humming for the past five minutes. it's the same one, the chorus on a perpetual loop. he's sure it's the only part you know; you do this often enough that it's the only part he knows now, too.

the hem of his tee hits right at the top of your thighs, concealing just enough to tease, but he’s confident that if you reach up even the slightest bit for the cupboard overhead, there'll be nothing to hide.

he feels a little bit like a creep like this, watching as he stands in the middle of your shared living room, but it's impossible too look away—you've got to be doing this on purpose, right?

heat flares inside of him when you turn your body ever so slightly, the armhole of his muscle tee large enough to give him the clearest view of skin—

he gulps.

it's smooth, sloping just right; the side view of your under boob curves into its perfect shape and he can imagine it, feel—

(is this considered perving if he's been with you for years?)

the pan in front of you sizzles as you plop in god knows what. you pour in something from the side and wait, one hand propped on the hip you pop out. then, you pick up the pan, attempting to flip what's inside (probably a pancake, now that he thinks about it).

it’s hard to focus on what you’re cooking though, especially when all he sees is plump flesh jiggling, bouncing as you further agitate the pan.

he just got the pants of this suit readjusted, and now they're fucking tight.

bakugo normally runs hot; it’s kind of part of his dna. but this warmth is different, flushing him from head to toe. it creeps up the side of his neck, painting the tips of his ears a blooming red.

you turn around then, plopping the pancake on the plate atop the counter behind you.

"oh! you're done," you greet him with a smile. so. fucking. casually.

as if your tits aren't fucking peaking against the gray fabric of his tee.

as if you think he buys the fake innocence poorly concealing that sly, conniving look in your pretty eyes.

as if you aren't standing in front of him in his muscle tee, wearing nothing underneath it like you didn’t do this on purpose. like you don’t know what it fucking does to him.

his eyes squint suspiciously, deep vermillion staring straight into yours.

you tilt your head, the tips of your lashes kissing the top of your cheekbones as you blink. you reach for a bottle of honey.

“everything okay?” you ask, voice syrupy, sickeningly sweet.

your movements play in front of him languidly, the corner of your lips curling up slightly as you smirk. honey catches on your finger as you pop open the bottle cap.

he’s supposed to be out the door in five minutes if he wants to make it in time for a meeting at the agency. technically, he should already be there if he wants to keep up his track record of consistently being fifteen minutes too early.

but you start to approach him, rounding the kitchen island. there’s a narrow space between him and the slab of marble, but you slide into it like it was made for you.

he’s certain it was, from the way the tip of your nose brushes against his as you tiptoe. your tits are right fucking there, brushing against the skintight material of his suit.

there’s too much fucking fabric if you ask him, between cotton and spandex.

your grin widens, and he feels hot, the heat from his cheeks radiating.

then you whisper, still saccharine, “breakfast is ready,” before kissing him on the lips lightly. a short peck, soft in the way that promises more before you slip away, giggling in your retreat.

he huffs, watching you leave. his feet shift as he thinks.

five minutes, huh?

like hell he’s going to eat these damn pancakes for breakfast today.

[hinamie]

sry i have chronic only draws megumi disorder the doctor said it's terminal :/