#especially mixing and matching

[whyeverr]

Reunion dinner prep is no joke. Octavia recruited Cherry to help make dumplings and put Tyler to work building a new chair to accommodate their growing guest list.

Yes, Dawson will be joining us... Octavia wasn't sure about the idea of it at first—after all, reunion dinner is meant for family and close friends. But a party ended up being the perfect way for her to meet and get to know Cherry last summer. And if Dawson is sticking around Port Promise, she's sure he'll feel like part of the family in no time at all.

[sirazaroff]

We are SO fuckin back

Original by @/soup-erb

[sysig]

Blind side (Patreon)

[d4rk-x-w0lf-17]

saw fanart of these two specifically together and now it's all i can think about

[xanandhix]

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I just realized it but doesn’t the Heichi character name is kinda a HeiShin ship name? His name is 平一 where 平 is the first character of Heiji’s name and 一 is the second character of Shinichi’s name. It’s probably just a pun replacing the 次 (second place) with 一 (first place) similar to Kogoro’s character name change but it’s really funny to imagine Momiji accidentally name a character after HeiShin ship name.

[lookineedsleep]

Made really good sushi today but gave the lion's share to my mom. i would give my left kidney for another one of those maki like i would commit a crime

[jonahintwstmchybridau]

"Tsuki opened up an old AU to test some color combinations and silly new design" part 5

Lynette Mitchell by @sakuramidnight15

Rose Fall by @isabellawaites

Charlotte Luchessi by @akemiozawa

Color Palette source:

[a-most-beloved-fool]

another thing I wish would appear more in Star Trek fics is different alien traditions around getting engaged and married. Every time a human star trek character gives their alien lover a ring and gets on one knee to ask them to marry them, an angel loses its wings. learn their traditions to propose you ass, you're embarrassing yourself!

I'll grant that some of this is born of my distaste for the modern wedding ring industry (it's a scam) but also I just love to see people's world building. It's fun.

[itsmuffiiee]

Hope you don't mind a sad little clown comin' to the party! I promise I wont cry! Absolutely will take any chance to draw fun designs and your little invite idea was adorable! Happy early birthday! I tried so hard to get the dress to have a sparkly feel to it but it didn't work out so i bombed it with confetti. Hopefully this is matching enough, I loved your design. :3

Definitely matching enough! I adore your silloute! It was fun seeing you at the magma! ❤️💛💚💙

[caramelmochacrow]

"Beating so fast, seems like it'll burst..."

[farfallasims]

Hello! Which posepack did you use in this post?

https://www.tumblr.com/farfallasims/733203673310691328

Thank you in advance I appreciate your help!

Hi gorgeous!

I mixed multiple poses from different packs to have all these sims together, and I know they're by Roselipa, just not sure which ones! However, you can find the selfie poses here & here x

[sysig]

Always Webkinzing (Patreon)

[geekthefreakout]

An Empirical Study of Sex and Efforts by A.Z. Fell (Annotations by A. J. Crowley): Part 1

Rating: Mature. If you're underage, I can't stop you from reading this but like... you shouldn't. Please don't interact with me about it.

Sex, as it happened, was nearly as awkward as actually speaking about feelings was, to Crowley's consternated surprise.

He'd thought that once he and Aziraphale had gotten all the blasted talking out of the way AND had saved the Earth a second time, it would all be easy. Tickety-boo, even.

The kissing had been alright- tremendously so, in fact, once they were both actively participating rather than one desperately begging the other not to leave. Also once they'd worked out the angle and force required to avoid painful clashing of teeth. It had seemed to Crowley that sex would follow- this was how most humans did things, and they both tended to enjoy the human experience.

Only- neither of them quite knew what to do. Aziraphale had thought that Crowley would have experience, what with being a demon and all. Only Crowley'd never been given to *that* sort of temptation. Meanwhile, Crowley had assumed Aziraphale would know what to do. Between the two of them, he was the hedonist, and what the heaven had he been doing in all those "gentleman's clubs" if not this??

(This line of inquiry had led to a long explanation of the history of the gavotte, interspersed with cheerful exclamations of "Never assume, dear! It makes an ass out of you and me!" Crowley had screamed venom into Aziraphale's favorite throw pillow in despair.)

Even so, Crowley had been certain they could figure it out. Aziraphale had shelves of books on the subject, and Crowley, though he lacked personal experience, certainly knew what "sexy" was. Or at the very least, he knew what it wasn't.

Sexy wasn't, he decided, standing buck naked in the cool air of Aziraphale's seldom-used bedroom, staring at themselves in the mirror while debating what sort of Effort they should make. But here they were.

"The trouble is, I'm not sure what I would like best." Aziraphale was saying thoughtfully, stroking his chin. "Anything you choose to manifest, my dear, will be lovely. But there are so many possibilities! So much variety! How does one decide?"

"Humans are usually stuck with the Effort they're born with." Crowley offered, having thrown himself dramatically onto the bed once he realized Aziraphale wasn't going to just pick something without proper discourse.

"Not all of them, though." Aziraphale fretted. "Nowadays they can switch with a surgery to what suits them better. And they enhance what they do have! I've received several emails offering to lengthen my--"

"Don't click on those, angel." Crowley groaned. He had invented the "grow your penis" spam email back in the 90s, and thought himself quite clever for it. "It's all rubbish."

"Well, even so. There are shapes which are more desirable. Combinations that work better. Variety in depth, length, hair, texture, function...." Aziraphale's hands went to his hips as he narrowed his eyes at the reflection of his shapeless groin. "I want to do this right."

"'M not sure there is a right way." Crowley said after a moment. "It's all down to preference, isn't it? Like how you take your tea."

"Perhaps there is not a right way, but there is surely a wrong way. Any way that could hurt you would be wrong." The angel's brow furrowed, and Crowley could tell that he was becoming genuinely frustrated.

"You won't hurt me, angel." Crowley assured, sitting up on the bed. He reached out a hand, and Aziraphale allowed him to take one of his and draw him close. "And I won't hurt you."

"I know you won't, dearest. I just... oh, I just want this to be perfect." Aziraphale sat next to Crowley on the bed now, holding both of his hands. "I have hurt you without meaning to so many times. Now that we have this, I mean to treat it with nothing but the highest regard."

Crowley had to kiss him for that. He let his hands run through his angels feathery curls as he drew him close and kissed him, softly, softly. He drank Aziraphale in the way he drank the finest of wines, caressed his face and shoulders reverently. He let the love he felt for his angel, which he had so often kept boxed away, flow from him freely, and he received Aziraphale's love in turn.

"We've hurt each other." He said softly when they finally broke apart. "But not anymore, yeah? We're just here, being an us."

"Just us," Aziraphale said, pressing his forehead to Crowley's. "And we need to decide how to present for our first time together. First times are important, you know."

"Fine." Crowley sighed. "Look, why don't we just... try all of it? We can each have a turn with each effort. We can even have both, if you like!"

"But our first--"

"Bollocks to 'first'." Crowley said. "Why should our first time mean more than our second or third? You're still playing by the rules, angel. We have as many times as we like. We have time to figure it out."

Aziraphale twisted his lips in one way, then another, clearly stopping himself from arguing about the romance of it all. Finally, he tilted his head, conceding.

"Very well." He hopped up from the bed, oblivious to Crowley leaning in to kiss him again. "We might as well make a proper study of it."

"Study???" Crowley's serpentine eyes widened as Aziraphale made his way to his desk, pulling out a large piece of paper and a marker. "Oh, come on...."

But it was no use- Aziraphale was busily drawing a chart with the marker, his bare bum wiggling as he hummed through his work.

Crowley eventually came up behind him, wrapping his arms around his angel's beloved waist even as he rolled his eyes at the chart he'd drawn up.

"I suppose you're serious about this." Crowley mumbled, pressing a kiss to Aziraphale's pale shoulder.

"You think I'm being silly," Aziraphale pouted.

"You are. But... love when you're silly." Crowley hid his burning cheeks in Aziraphale's neck. "Least you're not listing positions out..."

"Oh, but I could!" Aziraphale said cheerfully. "I'm certain I have a copy of the Kama Sutra in the original Sanskrit- not signed by the author, but still quite original--"

Crowley groaned and squeezed his arms tighter around Aziraphale. The angel turned his head to kiss Crowley's temple.

"Perhaps another time?"

"Hngk." Crowley muttered, intent on kissing the idea out of Aziraphale's head. "I want a cunt first." Crowley declared against his angel's lips, and manifested one with a thought as Aziraphale turned to embrace him fully.

"You-- oh!" Aziraphale flushed as he found himself staring at the mound that had appeared between the demon's legs, the red scales on Crowley's belly giving way to wiry red curls. All thoughts of charts and positions flew from his mind. "I knew you'd be lovely."

"Shut up." Crowley hissed, his hands tight on Aziraphale's shoulders as the angel dipped curious fingers into the folds. "We've got a study to do. Data to gather."

"Quite right, too." Aziraphale said, and kissed him again.

[penofwildfire]

Haven't thought much in-depth about it yet but my brain keeps bringing up transmasc Nya and I'll admit I'm intrigued

[morgenlich]

i’ll never argue that painting your own nails as a hobby is less expensive than getting them done at a salon etc, because i know how much nail polish costs. and also know how extensive the collections of people who are really into polish are lol

[pynkhues]

I always enjoy Sam and Jacob imitating each other, like Jacob laughing and repeating "snazzy dresser" back to Sam or Sam imitating him saying "You're always gonna be alone" -- I feel like when Jacob imitates Sam he just drops his voice by an octave which is very funny

Yes!! They're both so funny. I know AMC gets a lot of flack for choices it makes around release and promotion, and while some of that is warranted, their decision to keep Jacob and Sam together (and pair Assad and Eric) for the s2 press tour was pretty excellent.