#can you tell I gave up at the end

[northernsunsets]

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[your-art-is-gay]

Yeah, yeah, Marinette being a fan of Gabriel because she wants to be a fashion designer is great and all. But I think it would be much more meaningful if Adrien and Marinette bonded over Mari being a fan of his mom.

So here's a little mini-comic about it! ^-^

[sloshys]

Kids called fungles

[redhotarsenic]

Something something gay people

[jeonqkooks]

Can I request first time obs jungkook realized he started to have feelings for oc?

our beloved summer; a drabble

Jungkook likes lavender and jasmine. He likes navy blue sweaters and a perpetually grumpy face, looking a black cat who’s just been disturbed from slumber. He likes gold rings on dainty hands, black nail polish almost always covering neatly trimmed nails. He likes New York Yankees baseball caps on bad hair days.

Jungkook looks for that intoxicating scent of lavender and jasmine wherever he goes, scrunching his nose in distaste every time he catches a whiff of some overwhelming floral perfume on someone that isn’t you.

At parties, he looks for the dainty hands with the black nail polish and golden rings, wrapped around a red solo cup. It always makes him smile widely in delight when he spots you in a corner, talking animatedly with Taehyung and Jimin.

He looks for that navy blue sweater and Yankees cap whenever he’s on campus, even on days where he knows you aren’t scheduled for class or a shift at the library. If he looks hard enough, thinks about you hard enough, then maybe you’d pop up for whatever random reason - to bug a professor into reading the essay you wrote for extra credits, to stop by the campus cafe because you have a massive craving for their watered down chai latte, to show up just because there’s a certain someone silently manifesting that you would.

Jungkook likes pretentious Moleskine journals and 0.7mm Muji gel ink ballpoint pens. He likes the vivid scowl in your voice when he gets on your nerves and the middle finger you always flip him. He likes the tiramisu from that bakery down the street from Taehyung and Jimin’s apartment, just because you seem to like it so much. Hydrangeas remind him of you, so he likes them too.

Jungkook likes the things you like and he’s not sure why. He likes that these are the things that make you happy, that always bring a smile to your face and he likes seeing you smile. He’s almost never on the receiving end of said smile, but he still likes it.

He lays in bed, bored out of his mind and tempted to seek you out just to be a nuisane but he knows you’re in a class right now. He drifts back to what Taehyung said to him last night after he’d show up to the library, thinking he’d get to spend time with you but had found Taehyung instead.

“The whole ‘boy pulls girl’s pigtails’ approach you have going on is painfully obvious, you know.”

Jungkook isn’t stupid.

(Though if you were there at the time, he has no doubt that you would have argued the opposite.)

Maybe Jungkook does know why he likes the things you like. Maybe it’s because whenever they pop up in his head, you’re the one that always accompanies the thought and takes over his mind completely. Maybe that’s why he finds himself thinking about you before he goes to sleep just so you would show up in his dreams too. Maybe that’s why you’re often the first thing he thinks of shortly after opening his eyes in the morning, wondering if he’ll get to see you around that day.

Maybe it’s an explanation for why he feels so warm whenever he imagines your face even when he’s doing the most mundane of things, like walking to the corner store or putting away laundry.

Taehyung was right. Jungkook didn’t stop by the library on a random Wednesday evening because he wanted some bro bonding time. He wanted to come because you usually work Wednesdays, and the idea of keeping you company under the guise of bothering you sounded a lot better than staying home and daydreaming about you.

He then thinks about what Taehyung said before he left, calling him back just to tell him that like Jungkook, you wouldn’t be going home for the break either.

He doesn’t know why Taehyung told him that. Probably because he feels bad that neither him nor Jimin would be here in case you need them, not that you would admit if you needed them anyway. Or perhaps Taehyung was trying to give Jungkook a nudge in the right direction.

What direction that is, he can’t say for certain.

What he does know is he wasn’t exactly thrilled to hear that you’ll be spending the break by yourself while everyone else goes home to their family, because it sounds like something that would make you a little sad even if you’re not big on the holidays. He’s never seen you sad before, but the idea of it is one that he already hates.

Jungkook doesn’t want you to be alone. He doesn’t want you to be sad. He wants to see you smile and he wants to do everything in his power to make sure that you keep your smile, even if it isn’t directed at him.

No, he isn’t stupid. He isn’t stupid but he might still be a little dense sometimes. He supposes he’s known it all this time, known it for months since the second ever conversation you’ve had together. It’s no one’s fault but his own that it took Taehyung bringing it up for Jungkook to realize why the things you like are so endearing to him, why his heart does dumbass little skips to the mere thought of you.

[yagi-toshi]

finished rereading dungeon meshi

alternate version

[chickenoptyrx]

... I have a headcanon

[s-e-v-e-n-24]

The roommates ever

Reposting because the last time the pictures kept appearing (At least for me) In the wrong order

Florida: What's your biggest fear

Cali: Being forgotten

Florida: Damn that's deep, mine was the Kool-aid man but I feel stupid now-

[franken-loser]

No way another Frankenstein x Lisa Frankenstein au piece,,,and it’s an animatic this time⁉️⁉️

[pomeness]

Can't wait for Kaiser's backstory to drop because there's no way that man doesn't have daddy issues I mean LOOK AT HIM? He has that sadness in his eyes you only see in boys with an emotionally distant father.

...Also it checks out why he absolutely can't stand Noa (other than Noa... noa-ing....)

[mihai-florescu]

They stopped to get Natsume a pink lab coat on the way there. And they had a great time.

[eddies-ashtray]

desperate, subby eddie <333

***

you place a kiss to his soft stomach. and then another to the left and slightly above his belly button. you weren’t planning on loving on him so much but now that you are it just feels right.

another tender kiss just centimetres below the last.

“s-sweetheart,” eddie gasps. another kiss. another.

when you reach the pretty smattering of hair travelling beneath his boxers, you flatten your tongue against it and lick a thick line over it. eddie’s hips rise off the bed, chasing your tongue.

“god, baby. don’t make me beg,” he whines. you think you could make him if you teased him a little while longer. eddie’s desperate tonight and any control he usually possesses in these situations had seemingly evaporated the second you began your sweet trail of kisses down the sensitive skin of his inked chest.

you place a kiss just above his waistband as you scratch your nails lightly down his sides, causing eddie to shiver. 

the length of him is outlined thickly beneath his boxers; hot and hard and dripping precum. you think you even see it twitch beneath the cotton as you gingerly draw a finger up his length from base to tip.

eddie’s becoming increasingly restless as your teasing goes on, squirming against the sheets and bucking his hips when he feels your warm breath against his cock.

he groans in desperation as you press a light kiss to the small wet patch where his tip rests. the groan draws into a sweet moan when you mouth at the head.

“please,” eddie begs finally, voice all rasp. you’ve never heard him so desperate in your life. never seen him so at your mercy.

enjoying yourself a little too much and wanting him to beg and plead for your wet, warm mouth on his cock, you decide to drag this out a little longer. besides, it’s not like eddie’s ever showed you any mercy when he’s had you in similar positions. 

“but i’m having so much fun,” you say, placing kisses down his covered length. eddie huffs a gruff noise, a hand flexing in the sheets at his side, hips shifting on the bed. you push them down as you stare up at him. his other arm is thrown over his face, hair a wild mess across the pillow. somehow, he’s already wrecked. smirking to yourself at his state, you allow spit to pool in your mouth before covering his balls with your mouth, sucking them over the cotton and allowing your spit to seep through the material and reach his sack. they’re heavy on your tongue. you want to feel the fully weight of them in your mouth.

even more pathetic this time, eddie simply whines, a high sound you’re shocked to hear tear its way from his throat.

when you pull off of him, you place a kiss just below his navel. you find him looking down at you now, arm resting lazily above his head, a prominent crease between his brows, chest heaving. you smile innocently up at him. as if you haven’t been slobbering all over his clothed cock for the last five minutes.

“you’re being cruel. what happened to my sweet thing?” eddie asks, hand coming up from the sheets to allow his thumb to trace over your chin, slick with your spit. you nip playfully at the pad of his thumb, causing eddie to gasp shortly.

“you’re pretty when you’re desperate to have my mouth on your cock,” you explain simply. “if you ask nicely maybe i’ll let you use my throat.” 

suddenly you notice the glassy quality of eddie’s eyes, the dilation of his pupils, the pout of his pink mouth. he may be more willing to ask for what he wants than you originally anticipated.

“beg,” you demand, confident. “tell me what you want.”

huffing in frustration, eddie drops his head back against the pillow. licking his slightly dry lips, he shuts his eyes, letting go of his pride at last to do as you say. to his surprise, it feels good to let go just as it feels good to have control. a different kind of good, but good nonetheless. 

“please, baby. need your mouth, your hands, anything!” eddie pleads. when you don’t look entirely convinced he continues, the words tumbling from his mouth. “christ, i might actually die if you don’t touch me…just touch me, please touch me. touch me. i promise i’ll-”

tugging down his boxers just enough to free his leaking cock seems to cease his rambling. you pause for a moment to admire the mess of dark, wiry curls just below his waistband, then his pretty, flushed dick; the blushing tip, pearls of precum budding at the slit.

your hot mouth sinking down his length pulls a deep sigh of relief from him.

the taste of him invades your senses. his taste, his smell. he’s all sea salt and blackberry. bittersweet and heavy on your tongue. you can feel the smoothness of his skin and the gentle ridges of veins on your tongue. all of it has you momentarily weak as you focus on the act, letting his cock slide further down your throat before letting up a little. just the simple weight of his cock in your mouth has you lost for a moment.

eventually, his hands come to the back of your head and rest there, not pushing, just a lifeline. this seems to bring you back to the moment, remembering that you’re supposed to be in full control right now.

you pull off to say, “no touching.” — partially because you wish to torture him—before swallowing him back down again. he seems to like a bit of torture anyway.

eddie whines, but obliges, hand leaving your head to push it under the pillow he rests against. he must restrain himself from touching you, also has to refrain from lifting his hips off the bed to use your mouth like he wants. by now, he knows he’ll be scolded if he does. this is all on your terms.

when his hips lift off the bed again you let him fall out of your mouth once again. “can you be a good boy?”

“fuck,” is all he says.

you pinch eddie’s thick thigh and he gasps softly, looking down at you with pleading eyes.

“i asked you a question, baby,” you remind, trying to remain stern despite his pretty puppy dog eyes on yours.

“y-yes. i can be good,” eddie stammers out, gravel singeing his tone.

you smile. “good.” and resume your actions. the moan that escapes him is high and needy.

you could get used to this—his submission. eddie at your mercy. so who could blame you when you drag the night out for as long as possible?

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

TODOOOOOOOOOOOOOO 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[anxiously-sidequesting]

Since we're talking about Grandfather Spider can we Girls please just take one single moment of the day to remember and think about his, "I am beyond angry with you, but I could never hate you." quote to Grandmother Raven please. Please. Please can we do that? I will become sick as fuck if someone doesn't acknowledge this with me

[milk-ducts]

finished up the episode,, did this fucking bitch nolan really trick his son into coming by sending out one of the thraxans to LIE to him about their planet being on the verge of destruction ??

[bluebeetle]

Christmas art!! I actually am very happy I managed to get myself to do all of 'em even if they're all mostly pretty simple sketches ahah.

my drider sorcerer tathlyn + @hartrathaway 's hagspawn ranger carrie <3 this is still in the mail alas

a marissa for @rartorata

kiryu from yakuza 0 for @highwayking

and Dove the druid half elf OC for @intergalacticplanetary

merry christmas :D