#home run!

[godza]

exactly what it says it is. this guy also has "boyfriend crashes car and fucking dies asmr"

[stopthatfool]

HOW DOES THIS PIC MAKE U FEEL

immense hunger.

[cuteteacakes]

“A-..F-Felix..” Caleb bit down on his lip, hands weakly trying and failing at clutching Anders’ arms. Anders’ hair fell in front of his face as he held himself up above Caleb’s prone form. One hand was supporting his body, the other between Caleb’s legs, fingers curling and working his hole. Both of them had discarded their clothes after Anders had pleased Caleb to the point of orgasm, there was no hiding their skin anymore. The younger man had also brought lube with him, as if he knew this exact thing would happen. Is that what he meant by “moral support?” It was strawberry scented too…

“Are you uncomfortable? Should I add more lubricant?” Anders didn’t mean to sound as concerned as he did, maybe that was why Caleb shook his head quickly. Anders leaned down and kissed him gently. Caleb was eager as he kissed back. Anders said softly, “I don’t want to hurt you..”

“This isn’t my first rodeo,” Caleb huffed. He was wiggling his hips around Anders’ fingers, letting out soft moans that, to put it mildly, turned Anders on even more. He had to bite his lip.

“I know, but-” Anders was hushed. Caleb’s smile up at him was full of anticipation, love, warmth, and inviting. How could he possibly deny giving anything in his power to see that smile? He shook his head with a smile of his own. “I need to warn you though, I might be a little rusty myself.. It’s been a while..”

Caleb let out another soft moan. “Well, so far you’re doing great~ Don’t stop, please..~” That just melted Anders’ heart. He pressed another kiss to Caleb’s lips before deepening it, pushing his tongue into that moaning mouth to claim for his own. He began to curl his fingers again, he didn’t want Caleb to experience any discomfort when he actually… oh god, he was really going to do this, wasn’t he? Is the first night together meant to be this nerve wracking? What if he, a man whose job it was to rescue and protect those from prostitution and the sex trade, did it wrong? Made it worse?? 

He suddenly felt Caleb’s hand on his forehead, delicate fingers tracing his browline. Caleb pulled back with a pop. “Relax those worry lines, they’ll stick~ You want me to take over~?” 

“Ah-” Was he furrowing his brow that much? “No, no, let me.. Let me do this. I want to..” He pulled his fingers out, drawing another whine from Caleb. He began stroking himself, coating his cock with a generous amount of lube too. God he was already hard too. Caleb was looking at him then, his blue eyes widening. But why? Was he lying about this not being his first? What if-

Anders inhaled sharply. Caleb had begun to pump his length, directing it towards his hole. The young man bit his lip tracing the head around his entrance. He really meant it when he asked if he wanted him to take over… Anders put his hand on top of Caleb’s. “Please.. Let me..” And he kissed Caleb again while he slowly pushed in. Caleb let out a loud moan.

“Felix-!” 

Anders paused. Caleb was squeezing him, it felt so hot already- “Is it too much? I can stop-” Anders’ words fell once again when he noticed Caleb… laughing? He was laughing? After that cry out? This was confusing. 

“No, no, don’t stop. Sorry, I should���ve said I’m loud during sex.. You feel so good already..~” Caleb’s face was flushed, his skin was glowing, his eyes half-lidded and god… damn he was sexy… Anders’ hips pushed in more. Caleb’s head fell back with another loud moan. 

It’s okay… it’s okay… he just said he was loud, it wasn’t like he was hurting him… Anders kept that in mind as he began to move more, and Caleb became even louder. Soon all he knew was Caleb’s voice, crying out in rhythm as his hips moved at a steady pace. He began to grow breathless, panting the more he moved his body against Caleb’s. And Caleb was too. The young man’s eyes had fluttered shut, his eyebrows arched in pleasure (he hoped), his mouth parted ever so slightly. He was beautiful… Anders leaned down and gathered Caleb into his arms. They were still connected, but Anders wanted to hold him. He needed to feel Caleb’s heart beat against his. He…

“Are you crying?” 

Anders lifted his head back to wipe his face but Caleb’s hand got there first, gently cupping his face and tracing a thumb across his eyes. 

“I…” Anders stammered, trying to find words. Caleb was the one that pulled his head down and kissed him this time. Anders sighed into it. “I told you I haven’t done this for a while-...”

Caleb kissed him again. “I love you, Felix… I love you so much…~”

Anders couldn’t stop another tear from falling. “I love you too, Caleb…”

They kissed again, and Anders began moving his hips again, rutting into Caleb steadily. Caleb’s gasps and moans started again, and soon became more desperate. Anders’ too. He knew they were both close… 

“G-gonna… ah-” Caleb’s voice caught in his throat. Anders was stroking him again and gently massaging the head where precum was leaking and eased Caleb to another orgasm. He watched as the small bursts of semen fell across his fingers and put his hand to his lips, getting an embarrassed squeak out of Caleb. “That’s dirty~” he whined. Anders chuckled and felt himself start to build up the heat too.

“Do you.. want me to pull out?” Anders panted. He was wearing a condom already, but he wanted to make sure. He didn’t want Caleb to feel pressured or anything, even if Caleb already told him this wasn’t his first and he was used to it. Caleb actually wrapped his arms tighter around Anders’ neck. 

“Don’t leave, not yet..~” He said it with a teasing tone in his voice, but Anders also heard the soft plea, so he nodded and held onto Caleb tightly as he came. His hips thrust once, twice more as he rode it out before collapsing onto the other. Caleb grunted and patted his back. “Heavy-”

“Sorry,” Anders rolled off of him, making Caleb whine when he slipped out. “That was..”

“Amazing..~” Caleb finished. They were both covered in sweat and spent. Caleb snuggled up next to Anders first and sighed contently. “I love you, Felix..~ I love you so much..~”

Anders felt heat in his cheeks when he responded in kind. But Caleb’s breathing had deepened, and the young man was sleeping with his head resting on his chest. Anders huffed a little air out his nose before kissing the top of Caleb’s head gently and closing his eyes too. He could call the higher ups in the morning…

[theblackestofsuns]

“Home Run!”

Fantastic Four #16 (July 1963)

Stan Lee, Jack Kirby, Dick Ayers and Stan Goldberg

Marvel Comics

[celamoon]

me every 4 months bc I was working on it again before Jackie hurled a brainrot at me

[ruporas]

trigunned the hades or hadesed the trigun (id in alt)

[aye-of-newt]

[lgbtlunaverse]

"How did Shuro think he could marry Falin when he hated her brother?" you have to understand. Toshiro is from a whole different country. In his head he and Falin would move back to the Eastern Archipelago and they'd see Laios twice a year tops. You can pretend to get along with in-laws you don't like for a few days a year, people do that all the time.

The actual flaw in his plan– which shows he doesn't really understand either of the Touden siblings– is the fact that if the plot hadn't happened and Falin had for some reason said yes to his proposal, Laios would have packed his bags and moved away with them instantly.

[wishingformoredogs]

Tired of “oh Percy would be a marine biologist” “oh Percy would be a teacher” that man is a stay at home dad. And I mean that.

[captainjonnitkessler]

Do you guys notice how when Shawn Fain, president of the United Auto Workers union, started planning a general strike, he did it by a) targeting his messaging towards unions with the ability to safely and effectively strike in large numbers, b) laid out a clear, actionable plan for those unions to follow (setting contracts to all expire at the same time, since many unions cannot strike while under contract), c) is using union contracts to set clear, actionable demands that can be met in order to gauge success and provide an end goal, and d) started organizing FOUR YEARS before the proposed strike date to give people the chance to plan accordingly, because it takes a really freaking long time to get tens of millions of people organized?

You notice how he didn't do it by slapping a message on Twitter saying 'hey nobody go to work on Monday, that'll really show 'em'?

[ohposhers]

troll who isnt allowed caffeine or she'll reenact the Hammy energy drink scene from over the hedge clay prefers tea anyway

[tokogung19]

Yeah it's still a wip but...

Welcome Home Cookie run: Kingdom AU!

I almost done all the design now

Still have Julie and Poppy left!

[bluerosefox]

Another Sibling Danny and Jason idea!!

"Are you Jason Peter Todd?!" demanded a deep and commanding tone from the strange glowing being in front of them.

All the Bats stiffened and tensed, no doubt gearing up for a fight against the being that somehow knew Red Hood's full name.

Jason, Red Hood, decided to put on a brave front despite no doubt cursing in his head and wondering how the heck did this thing know his full freaking name.

"Whose asking." he snarled out, his hands twitching for his gun when the huge glowing knight with purple flames coming out of his helmet and cape, who was riding on a nightmare looking horse while they all had been in the cave going over tonight's patrol.

The Knight didn't seemed bothered by his response nor did he even seem to care or flinch when Batman made his own demand on 'Why was he there and who was he' or when Damian unsheathed his sword and pointed it towards him. Instead the strange glowing Knight reached to it side and pulled out... A glowing scroll? Huh. (Also he completely unnerved everyone in the room when the Knight didn't even react when Batman had tossed a Baterang when he reached for his side)

The Knight opened the scroll and spoke clearly with purpose.

"Jason Peter Todd,

You are hereby invited as a special guest of honor to the crowning of our future King of the Infinite Realms.

Daniel Phantom, once Daniel Jackson Fenton, and once Daniel Austen Todd.

Prince of the Infinite Realms, the Keeper of Balance, The Peacekeeping Halfa, the Defeater of the Tyrant King Pariah Dark, The Great One, Youngest of the Ancients, Ancient of Space, The Bridge between Life and Death.

You, the half-brother of our King, have been given the highest of honors for your past actions and will be given housing and food in the Realms and Phantom's Keep, for the week long event. Personal servants and attendants will be at your disposable and a seamstress will be on hand to tailor make your attire for the Coronation.

Signed: Clockwork. Ancient of Time. Watcher of the Infinite Timeline. Kronos. Mentor and Adviser.

PS: I shall have Fright Knight ("Me" the Knight bluntly said for a second) leave this scroll along with a personal one for you from Daniel to read over and once you make up your mind sign the bottom of the scroll.

I do hope in time you will pick the right choice Jason Todd, we of the Infinite Realms would like to reward you for your actions. After all, if you hadn't gotten young Daniel away from your father that night all those years ago, we would never had gained our Prince nor be free from our once Tyrant King.

Ah, one more thing.

The Infinite Realms will always favor you Jason."

Jason felt like he couldn't breath as Fright Knight? Rolled up the scroll, pulled a letter from his side, and held out the two items for him to take.

[stupidgoober]

i’m sure many people more eloquent than i can and already have commented on this but vivian being trans in paper mario finally being canon makes me so happy because of how much thematic weight it gives to the story.

mario loses his name, his body, his whole identity to doopliss, and the only person who will believe and help him is a trans woman. because who better understands what it’s like to want others to know your name, and recognizes the importance of being in the body you belong in?

[hedgehog-moss]

Look, friends.

Do you think this is a post about my adorable baby succulents? No. Look harder.

It's about the GIANT HOLE IN MY FENCE that I had to patch up with cardboard.

I can't blame Pampérigouste for this one; the brutish nature of the damage is not consistent with her usual modus operandi. Pampe outsmarts locks like Arsène Lupin; she doesn't charge at fences like a bull who saw a red cloth. This is Pampe Pondering A Fence Problem:

No, the damage to my fence looked a lot more mindless this time. Boorish. Boar-ish. I'm blaming a boar. A deer would have destroyed the whole thing rather than just the lower half. Note that there is not a single tuft of llama wool on the damaged wire mesh.

(Note no.2: the boar's smile was originally meant to be a tusk but it really just looks like a sardonic smile)

I brought some chicken wire to patch up the hole—but there wasn't enough of it. Then it started raining and I felt persecuted and decided to just cover the hole with cardboard and go have my morning coffee and get back to this later.

This is not an Innocent Pampe post; there is no such thing. My temporary cardboard solution lasted 8 to 10 minutes. I'm not sure exactly when she got out, but by the time I went back outside to repair the fence there was a Pampe-shaped hole in the cardboard.

(Not really; she just kind of lifted or ate a corner then wormed her way through the very small opening. I think.) (See, this is how you recognise a Pampe escape: you're not entirely clear on what went down, you just know there was a llama inside and now there is a llama outside.)

It was still raining and I didn't feel like going after her, plus it felt pointless to bring her back in her pasture before the fence was repaired, so I went in the barn to look for my tools and rummage through leftover pieces of previously-destroyed fences, hoping to find something the right size.

Then I heard Pampelune's hyena shriek, aka the llama alarm call. It was followed by:

horrified chicken screams and frantic feather noises; the soundtrack of a violent fox attack

infuriated barking from Pandolf

very loud panicked braying from Pirlouit

basically, chaos.

I ran outside just in time to see Pampe emerging from the woods at a full gallop, pursued by a bear. I didn't immediately identify the animal that was chasing her as the giant dog that he was, because he was running with a weird gait, with his legs going everywhere like he was frolicking at top speed (I now know that this dog is a puppy that has learnt to run just a few months ago, but that didn't occur to me at the time because this puppy is the size of a calf.)

Pampe was running towards the cardboard through which she had escaped and she managed to squeeze through her small corner hole again (I assume—there were trees blocking my line of sight and I only saw her again once she was in the pasture, running for her life along with the other 2 llamas + donkey.) Meanwhile, the dog didn't see the corner hole and tried to power through the cardboard much like a boar, or was carried away by his momentum and didn't brake in time; I don't know. In any case, when I reached him, he was stuck.

My large piece of cardboard was tied to the fence posts and still holding strong, but the middle was a bit soggy with rain and not too solid, so the dog's head went right through it. The rest of his body didn't.

He could have probably finished breaking the cardboard quite easily, but for some reason he instantly gave up. On life. By the time I got there the dog was half-in and half-out of the pasture and he looked defeated. Which made my piece of cardboard look like a mediaeval beheading apparatus with just a hole for the head.

I went to lock an angry Pandolf in the barn and checked on the chickens along the way (ruffled & offended but fine); I was hoping the dog would figure out how to extricate his head from the cardboard in the meantime. He did not. I tried to call him in a friendly tone (from behind) to encourage him to free his head by stepping back, but the concept of taking a couple of steps backwards in order to extract his head from the hole might as well have been advanced engineering. He clearly had no idea where his head was, where his body was, how to make the two a coherent whole again, and he started whining pitifully.

I untied the rope I had used to attach the cardboard to the fence posts, then wriggled the piece of cardboard a bit to try and free the dog's head. The dog was alarmed by the wriggling and took several steps back—but I didn't manage to hold on to the cardboard so it just moved with the dog. He clumsily ran away, taking the cardboard with him, wearing it around his neck like the world's largest cone of shame.

He immediately got stuck between two trees.

I was starting to find the situation hilarious, but the poor dog did not—he lay down and started making sad broken noises like a malfunctioning dog-robot. He didn't look very threatening but he was still a very big (and stressed) dog so I felt a bit wary of touching his head to help him, and decided to run home to get a box cutter. I figured I could easily rid him of most of the cardboard and leave him with just a soggy cardboard collar that would soon fall apart. I heard my landline phone ringing from afar and ran faster, and it was one of my nearest neighbours, the retired lady who lives on the plateau.

"I've been trying to reach you!! I saw your llama in my garden earlier, I was going to give her a little treat—" (she loves Pampe, for some reason) "—but then my dog saw her too."

I know this woman's dog—he's a tiny thing with fragile nerves who thinks the whole world is out to get him, so I asked anxiously, "Did Pampe scare your dog?" and she said "Oh no! Domino is here with me; but I have a new dog. His name is Texas."

I thought of the gigantic puppy currently sobbing in my woods, held prisoner by two trees, a self-inflicted cone of shame and his total lack of reasoning skills.

"Yes", I said. "I've met Texas."

The old lady asked worriedly if he'd scared Pampe ("Il est un peu zinzin" she said—he's a bit crazy. "I wanted to call him Rex, but then I met him and thought—Texas!!") I told her I was pleased with her dog for scaring Pampe, because she needs to learn that her pasture is her only hope for safety in this cold uncaring world and as soon as she steps out of it she returns to her lowly status as a prey animal. Then I ended the phone call because I was worried both about Texas and about the large hole in my fence. Thankfully all my animals were still terrified and hiding far, far away from Texas.

Texas actually managed to free himself before I attempted to cut the cardboard, but he still thought of me as his saviour and was very happy to follow me through the woods back to his owner's place. Before we left I propped up the cardboard against the damaged fence, and despite the hole in the middle no llamas escaped in my absence; I think the whole area still smelled like Texas and fear.

I'll admit I was initially tempted to leave Texas with his head stuck in the cardboard in a more permanent capacity in order to patch the hole in my fence with this amazing anti-Pampe Cerberus. Like this

(I know this artistic rendering makes my llamas look like frightened carrots and my donkey like a bunny but I will not be taking constructive criticism at this time)

[factual-fantasy]

HERGHHENNN.... I CANNOT MAKE UP MY MIND YA'LL!!

For the past few days/weeks I've been ITCHING to draw somethin. Somethin pretty! For a while I couldn't do that becuase of my health situation.. but now that my condition has seemingly improved and I can sit at my desk for extended periods of time.. I just cant figure out what to draw!

I have so many different things I wanna draw that I just cant decide which one to dedicate time to! Cookie run fusions? Deltarune? FNAF? Welcome home? Sky ocs? Mario stuff?? Its just too much to sift through. Maybe ya'll can suggest something? <XD Or maybe I'll just suck it up and pick one of these sketches and go from there? <XD Idk- either way I thought these sketches were good and wanted to share them for now :}}