#he's 36 btw

[cringesnail]

One of my favorite French bit is when Aypierre does something ridiculous (which is all the time) and the others say he can't do that because he's 45 year old or another random exaggerated age

[mcondance]

allow me to speak about kissing stevo for just a second

at punk shows stevo kisses dirty. against a wall in the crowded, hot room, punks bumping against punks in the mosh while you and stevo bump tongues just a couple feet away.

you both never really know who initiated it; just know that one second you were pushing and shoving and the next you’ve got each others tongues in your mouth, and your back is hitting the cool wall behind you.

you both grunt at the impact, his hands flying to your face and yours tangling in his shirt. he tastes like bud and liquor, some cheap shit that burns more than it tastes good. you taste like vanilla and weed. gripping your face with both hands is how he keeps you against him, and he lets you yank his body against yours with your tight grip on his shirt, pulling his lean frame as close to yours as you can. the sounds that escape you both are almost animalistic, growls and grunts and cut off curses that match the atmosphere.

stevo kisses filthy, tongue and spit and big hands cupping your face, his body pressing you into the wall. his tongue doesn’t stay in its place, instead exploring and tasting your lips, swirling around your mouth until your chin is cold from the air against his spit. he doesn’t take breaks to breathe, just inhales and exhales into your mouth until you’re sure the air you both are breathing is just the others cycled back.

in his van stevo kisses thoroughly. he kisses soft, big hand rubbing gently across your cheek as you both lean over the console. pulled over somewhere in an abandoned park, you swap spit and lick into each other’s mouth with leisure. it’s a date, sort of, an impromptu trip to the gas station and a drive around the slc.

closed mouth pecks turn into deeper kisses, less and less time between each one until it becomes unbearable to separate. there’s no where to go, he takes his time to taste you, to lick at your vanilla flavored gloss, to really feel your tongue against his. he tastes like the snacks you shared earlier. chocolate flavor lingers on his tongue.

with swollen lips he devours you, pleasureful and satisfied, softer music than his usual punk stuff flowing quietly from his radio. its changed songs a handful of times the whole time you’ve been kissing and you’ve lost track of how long it’s even been, the cassette flipping from his music to yours, a shared mixtape you’d crafted one night. wet smacks fill the air, the soft pops of your lips disconnecting just to merge again do too, heads swaying from one side to the other.

his nose bumps against yours, and your hands are caressing either side of his face. it’s calm, it’s romantic. he hums and you embrace, making the most of this moment. somehow, you don’t run out of breath, the small inhales and exhales you take supplying your almost unbroken kisses.

at your place stevo kisses comfortably. his hands run up your back, or grip at your thighs on either side of him, his back curved to allow him to reach your lips. sunlight streams in through the windows and another cassette plays. bob’s out with trish, should be out all night and that’s perfect, it feels different when it’s just you and stevo.

with your face in his hands is how he kisses you, open-mouthed and sloppy, blissful moans flowing from his lips. something feels different about kissing you in the room that you share, on the blanket that you both agreed on, in the space you’ve both cultivated.

you feel warm inside. his hand finds your chin when you take a second to breathe, tilting your lips to his again, blues low and dark as he commits your face to memory again. stevo’s in fucking love, and you feel it every time he moves his lips against yours, every time he gets to taste you on his tongue. you taste like you, a beautiful something he’s gotten used to. he’s comfortable, sure of what he has with you, and you can feel it in every kiss. he tastes like him.

stevo kisses like he wants to marry you (he does). he kisses sweet and tender and so unlike his outward appearance. hands tangled in his blue hair, you return his devotion.

[vanyafresita]

me, after catching up w malevolent: ok lets sketch my designs for some characters to have a reference before drawing any serious fanart

my silly ass: draws that one meme

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

JANE: What was up with the "splunk" thing?

DIRK: I like splunk. It's a t-shirt phrase.

ROXY: "pa-ya-ya" and "splunk"

DIRK: Right, both things you say when you splunk.

ROXY: can u imagine liek post coital someone saying pa-ya-ya!

JANE: I imagine that is what Jake does.

JAKE: I have a gun and i shoot it and a little flag that says "pa-ya-ya!" comes out!

ROXY: LNAO thats aswrsome

JANE: You keep it by your bedside?

JAKE: Yeah and when i do the horizontal tango i just pick up the gun like--

ROXY: like oh em gee this sex is so good i need to kill myself

JANE: "I'm never going to have sex like this again so I should just kill myself right now."

DIRK: Pa-ya-ya!

[aliencatart]

momo birthday :]

[gyllenekamuy]

my other golden kamuy oc, Daichi!

He's from a small, in-land mountainous village in Aomori. He grew up in a poor but large family, where he spent most of his days helping out on the family farm. He married a girl from a nearby village, and they'd eventually get 4 kids together. He had to enlist in the army to support his family, and while away his wife and 2 of his kids passed away from smallpox.

Now, as the lone supporter of his 2 remaining children, he struggled to make ends meet. His mental health just worsened, and it got to the point where he considered ending it all, bringing his kids with him.

That's when Tsurumi showed up in his life. Tsurumi promised to support his family and make sure the kids got to go to school, as long as Daichi was willing to leave them behind and join the 7th division. Tsurumi informed him that a new war with Russia was on the horizon, and that he saw great potential to have someone like Daichi beside him.

During the war he got a few injuries, such as a small slit across the bridge of the nose, as well as a vertical slit across the lip. A Russian soldier bit off part of his ear, and he also injured his leg, giving him a slight limp. He also has some minor scars across his torso, arms and legs.

Post war he joined Tsurumi and the rest of the 7th in search for the tattooed skins. He got along well with Tanigaki and the Nikaidou twins.

[tubapun]

Was trying to look up Kermit's age in the original Muppet Show cause I wanted to know how old he's supposed to be and instead was alerted to the existence of A REAL KERMIT FROG

[scalproie]

[junipum]

i die on tumblr for months at a time when i fixate on something that’s scary on here (kpop) and then i come back and shitpost like the whole world is cheering at every word i type.

i am sorry to the house moots and the two lookism fans and the mlp posters and the poppy playtime people ILL BE BACK WHEN THE HOUSE AUTISM RESURFACES!!!

[komahi-arts]

Clime Man (Crappy ref sheet)

little cloud man that was just made to tell the weather. Kinda took Iceman and Cloudman as inspo while making him.

I'm gotta be honest, I was pretty tired while drawing him and there is a LOT of things missing here, mostly places I didn't color and some details missing, but you gotta understand I was one day before a big exam and, honestly, better to have it done somehow than to have nothing in hands.

So, yeah... Silly little cloud guy

[faithdragon36]

I was gonna do the other three but I put too much effort into this one to make the other ones match if I want to be done with them all today so this is all there is. Enjoy

[lord-westley]

I always understood, logically, why the joker was such a terrifying person. A crazy man, prancing around like a fairy- carrying bloodied crowbars and killing hundreds of people for laughs.

But today, maybe 15 minutes ago, I experienced what I believe to be the true gothamite fear experience.

It started out as a normal morning. Where I woke up at 3:30am to take my mother to work, and start the drive home by myself so that I can go to work at noon.

It's a fairly nice drive, no sudden turns. Only a few curved bends while staying on the same street for 4 miles. The only tedious part were all the lights in downtown, which thankfully, if you time it correct you can drive through all green lights.

Downtown hosts a shopping mall with sky bridges to connect each block. At this point, its 4:10am, and I'm making my way through the last two lights before reaching the bridge home when I noticed someone walking along the sidewalk up ahead to my left.

Now, this isn't something unusual. My city has lots of homeless in downtown. What did make it odd was the fact this was one of the main roads.

I have driven this road many times at this time of day and never seen someone walking down it. Far too dangerous with no lights on around. Everyone tends to stick to a street a few blocks down that is fully lit up.

I'm minding my own business, tapping my fingers to the beat of Killer Queen that blasts through the old subaru speakers.

I look over at the man a second time as I get within 30 feet of him. And for a moment, I didn't believe what I saw. Having to do a double take to really take it all in.

Walking down the sidewalk was a man dressed head to toe in all black. Baggy Black pants, a baggy black hoodie. A normal outfit, would be fine if it wasn't for the bloodied scream ghost mask. Twirling what appeared to be two rusty crowbars.

I felt my heart stop and blood run cold. I watch in the left side mirror as I drove past. I watched as he watched me, one crowbar in each hand. Tilting his head as legs positioned in a way that I knew. I knew if I slowed down just slightly he would come sprinting towards me.

I let out the most audible, terror filled "what the fuck" as I watched him.

He eventually turned back around, continuing his path just as I reach the beginning of the bridge.

The rest of the drive was quiet, and if I nearly shat my self, tripping over my feet as I tried to run to my front door. I have no shame in admitting that.

[weebsinstash]

I love men who are so unbelievably toxic--

[ihavemanyhusbands]

Compilation of my fav moments of John Blackthorne being IMMEDIATELY down bad for Mariko on their first meeting 😭❤️🫶🏽

[v0idwraith]

Ohhhh, Oscar is SO gonna die

[sputnikodin]

had a conversation with a very high-energy very sociable coworker the other day where he was genuinely shocked that i wouldn't be offended if a cashier didn't say hi to me when i walked up to their station. lmfao