#hopefully these are okay to post

[egophiliac]

A-anime?

you know, sometimes I forget that Twst is actually an isekai that starts with the protagonist getting run over by an inexplicable horse-drawn carriage. and every time I'm reminded is a delight because that's AMAZING.

also. look. okay. there's a lot of very fun stuff in the trailer but I am obsessed with that Crowley surprised pikachu face. me when I spend all my keys and gems literally hours before they announce overblot SSRs and drop the anime trailer:

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

Hygiene as an Autistic and ADHDer

A.J’s Brain

[slushglow]

the price of your mercy

[leillorien]

fell for the oldest trick in the book 🤦‍♂️

long time no post! i’m currently in the middle of my annual lotr rewatch and i can just never resist these two <3

[limerlove]

A BOUQUET OF GREED, A COUNTRY GIRL WITH NEEDS

pairing. bullrider!abby x fem!reader

eighteen+, minors dni. cowgirl!abby essentially, this is smut with the tiniest amount of plot, cheating (don't cheat on your partner y'all), strap!sex, munchcity, some excessive profanity.

“If your girlfriend could ride a bull this good, maybe she would actually beat me.” With her thick accent cutting through, not moving an inch, Abby is cemented in her ego.

Before tonight, she would believe the blazing heat swarming in your eyes had been a figment of her imagination. But then you’re dragging her to the back seat of her truck.

It’s a lucky break. Abby’s charm, her stroke of cockiness enabling her to leave a baby pink strap in her glove compartment.

An arrogant goddess for you to tame but seems all she’s doing is crushing you. Pleasing you. Doing everything in her power to have this moment ricochet in an everlasting timeline, one you’ll be forced to keep tucked away in your mind.

A sultry secret for the sinners to guard.

“Abs—” With a single glance, you warn her through accusatory eyes but she draws your sensitive and perked nipple in her mouth, flicking her tongue as she massages the other.

Intense cries escalate, a needy ache settling over you — a scratch you can’t reach — and she’s enjoying the fuck out of you bouncing on her cock.

Devious blue eyes look through blonde eyelashes, her signature hat on your pretty head. Even if you aren’t hers, you sure do look like it. All it took was some pretty words flying out of her mouth and your girl steaming after a loss to send you in the right direction.

“Keep ridin’, darling. You wanna be my cowgirl?” Abby shifts her hips upwards, thank fuck, but she gives you no time to adjust.

You nod, giving your supple compliance.

“Then enjoy the ride, sweetheart.”

With a firm hand on your ass, she guides your hips to meet the push the prized object inside of you, unable to stop yourself — all you can offer is clear submission.

“Oh fuck, Abbbyyyy, it’s—”

Eyes rolling into the back of your head as she fucks up into you vigorously, each moment she keeps on her mind, committing to a memory she never wishes to forget.

Each glide of her cock feels like an angel’s touch christening her swollen, puffy lips to perfection. There’s too much to answer for but her stupid southern accent wants to punish you further.

“Pretty slut you are. An even prettier angel just begging to be fucked right.” You can’t help but whimper in downright agony, your clit being abused isn’t enough. Desperately you need her to fuck you for the rest of your life.

Even so, an eternity of her lips, that mouth, these hypnotic hips encased in godly strength — it’s not enough. Unless you can have her whenever your sin feels the desire to reach, it can’t be.

“Need you, baby. Please. Don’t stop.” Whatever pride you were so desperate to cling onto evaporates like dandelions in the spring breeze.

“Yeah? Tell me what you need, sweet girl.” Abby smirks like she’s the best fuck you’ve ever had. The only thing you despise more is how true the statement rings.

Like a rooster before sunrise, you’re not sure what’s louder right now. You or the feathered friend.

“I wanna come, Abby. I-I’m so f-fucking close.” You desperately plead, as you slam yourself on her, using every bit of it to your advantage. There’s nothing more you want, a release to forget it all. The guilt floods your soul but she splits you like the red sea. 

Even god could forgive this. 

“Then tell me who the best bull rider is and I’ll get you there.”

“I think I’m handling the bull quite nicely. Maybe I’m better than you.”

“How about with a little pressure?” Abby questions before she’s pushing her thumb inside your mouth. A velvet tongue swirls, pulling off with a pop, when your drool glides to your chin.

Intricate, soft and full — there’s harmony in the way she circles your clit. “You’re so much better, god baby, no one has fucked me like this. Ever.”

It’s meant to be a mumble. A thought to be trapped in the forefront of your mind. But it releases out in the wild and she relishes every word. Caging your sinful moans in her lips, a lock only she can break, you come completely undone.

Bucking like a wild horse being broken for the first time, just in time for the show.

“Don’t be shy now, pretty girl, let me hear you. You’re my fucking girl, my pussy to fuck — my cock making this slutty cunt spill.”

Abby keen on being unforgettable, slaps yours ass as she fucks you through the highest of pleasure. Until shakes take over your body as you cling onto her frame.

For a moment, just when you think you’re free, when you’ve given all you have to offer. Abby hasn’t quite had her fill. Laying you out where you’re comfortable, pushing your leg up to your chest, flattening her tongue at the head of the rose, watching as each petal begins to blossom. 

“You don’t have to—”

Abby moans your name and wages wars with each stroke of her tongue. The sweetest pussy she’s ever tasted. It reminds of her strawberry syrup, craving for your taste to stain the muscle of her tongue with the cries that shiver in the back of your throat. 

Weaving your hands in her golden roots, you push her into where she desires to be, head first into the thick of you accepting home. Flourishing as ever, she calls for you to return home — one you never knew you had to begin with. 

A destiny of intervention. 

Fuck, she’s practically made for it.

She consumes like a woman starved. As if Abby has thought of nothing else but this moment in weeks. You in her bright red chevy pickup, a long white stripe down the middle, each piece of stainless steel polished to perfection. A gem in her prized possession is a homecoming of some sort, one she forced by the will of her hand. 

But she’s always been the greedy type. Dying to eat more than her serving, taking you right off of someone else’s plate.

Never has she been shy to become the sinister succubus lingering in the shadows, praying to exploit the humming tucked in your finely laced panties that lie ripped on the floorboard. 

Opening her eyes and looking up to get a glance. You’re right there with her, hanging on her every move. Much to your surprise, she leans forward, chin resting on your soft stomach as you’re petrified. 

With fear? With love? Who’s to say what’s worse.

It’s a small saying, one you’ve heard the minute you call this small corner of the world your home — a devotion of the devil marks the sins of a fallen angel — some notion of superiority to keep satanic measures distant from the pure hearted. 

There was warning of this selfishness, the sinful heart and how it flourishes at the bottomless pit of dead roses, the light so hard to reach when the devil splits you apart for her pleasure alone.

A bouquet of greed will only bring you closer to her heart. Hands reach for the vines, pulling the petal from stem.

One by one, the immoralities of a fallen angel become righteous discipleship. Abby reaches for your hand and she smooths her fingers over a fluttering cunt. Every exquisite fold that belongs to her, and with a jerk of your hips, you fall into her command. 

“You’re gonna call her.” Abby speaks softly, her honey-soaked spills over. When she talks like this, you’ll do anything she asks. “And you’ll try not to moan my name when you talk to her but you know what’s going to happen, darling?”

“What?” A slap to your pussy sends you shaking in desperate despair.

“I’m not stopping until you do.”

[verflares]

new link design goes crazy

[rameiixo]

izutzoomie.. sorry

[northstarscowboyhat]

Doodles from a call with friends. Hey did you guys know I really like Clover from UTY-

[chellychuu]

🍔🍟❤️

[zvahlne]

i would find you and pretend to be your fiance while you desperately wish i would shut up in every universe ~ 💚💜

[perrigoaway]

Finished Turnabout Serenade with my sisters today and I had to quickly draw this concept (Also an excuse to draw Apollo AND my girl Ema.. love her.) Also I had to draw them mugshots for this THE KISSY FACE IS NOT SERIOUS just like he's not serious.. he'd so pull the Instagram influencer lips..

Slight spoilers below the cut, just in case!

Can you IMAGINE how freaking funny it'd be if you were Daryan, listening in over the headset, only to hear two people talking about "wanted? Nobody wants him!" about your band mate? Ngl if it was me, I'd end up laughing LMAO which would be bad for him considering.. you know. I really enjoy the worsties dynamic Ema and Klavier have because.. it's just hilarious, honestly. I love how she talks trash about him every waking moment, she is waiting for the SECOND she passes her exam and her 2 weeks notice is ON his desk

Joke made by my sister here @abandonedart

[ulteri0rm0tives]

one of these days i will get cdpr to admit to the truth behind trans kerry

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close ups below!

[mzzenroody]

when the whole gang has different hair colors

[charlesemersonwinchesteriii]

George Henry Hodgson + food

Even beyond his famous monologue, Hodgson is at the heart of the show's cannibalism and starvation theme. He is the first to inform us that there is something wrong with the food supplies, the first to suggest the possibility of cannibalism, and the one we see fulfill Ross' prophecy about eating their own boots. And in the end, fittingly, he himself is devoured.

Created for @theterrorbingo prompt: Rot

[monod1cot]

at least someone in this family is winning

sort of a part 3 to this

[sluckythewizard]