#i may have gotten. a bit carried away.

[fizzlo-and-the-cubes]

guys help i spun "ATLA Bloodbender Chayanne Who Is Afraid Of His Abilities" around in my head too fast and it turned into this. 'This' being "Former Warlord Phil Doesn't Know What Decade It Is And The Orphan Kids That Follow Him Around Have SO Much More Money Than He Does ($5.36). They Keep Calling Him Dad. And This Random Spirit No One Else Can Tell Is A Spirit Keeps Giving The Three Of Them Food. It's Hella Sus. Help Him."

Edit: alright i made a follow-up you can check out here

[ochi-does-art]

same heart same blood

@coline7373

[cosmicwhoreo]

All she hears is angry squeaking she can only discern as cussing.

[forestgranted]

push comes to shove

[mellowthorn]

I couldn’t finish my April Fool's Day fanart in time but here's a very very unfinished sneak peek

[zzoupz]

More garyjohn pretty please🥺

referenced from that one frankenstein rehearsal pic yknow the one

[kisses4kaia]

burning desire - simon “ghost” riley

summary : your lieutenant is tired of your attitude, and you’re tired of his arrogance. what happens when the tensions collide?

warnings : nsfw under the cut, mdni. - unprotected p in v, hate fucking, lots and lots of tension, swearing, creampie, and angst. please let me know if i missed any

a/n : you guys already know i fucking love enemies to lovers c’mon nowww 🤤 anyway yea this was just me indulging myself bc he’s all i think about. plz enjoy and reblog if u did !!

“yeah, well you’ve just got your panties in a twist because you know it was your fault,” you muttered under your breath.

frankly, you were exhausted. everyone was. the last mission was a bust, and it was all because ghost absolutely refused to leave you behind, despite it breaking protocol.

you were now the only two in his office, everyone else having gone home already, filling out the required report on the mission. his large frame stood tall, looming over your sat position.

he scoffs and looks down to glare daggers at you. “oh, i’m sorry, y/c/s, would you have preferred i left you for dead?”

you roll your eyes, not wanting to upset the lieutenant more than you already have, desperately wanting to go home and sleep.

“fuck off, ghost.”

“what was that?”

“i said, fuck off, ghost!” you were now yelling, standing up and letting the clipboard in your lap fall to the ground.

he laughs, fucking laughs, and gets so close to you you can feel his breath through his balaclava on your face. you feel so warm and tense with rage and you almost miss the fluttery feeling in your lower belly.

almost.

“oh, you think you’re so fucking tough, eh? you think your actions don’t have consequences? well, princess, they do; and i don’t know why no one has taught you that lesson yet, but it looks like it’s gonna have to be me who does.” his gaze is intense, his voice low and serious. this time, you definitely don’t miss the way his words shoot directly to your core.

but you were never one to give yourself up so quickly, you wouldn’t be as highly ranked as you are if you did.

“well, lieutenant, good fucking luck,” was all you said, and you smirk. the words hang in the air for a moment, daring ghost to act. his eyes flash between yours, trying to find the last bit of control, restraint.

and the moment he sees your eyes narrow, preparing to announce your victory, his balaclava is lifted just above his mouth and his lips are on yours, swallowing the words down and taking on the challenge.

his tongue fights for dominance, tongue sliding across your lower lip, but you fight and decide to play dirty, pressing your knee against the growing bulge in his pants, causing his mouth to open in a deep moan.

your tongue is quick to find purchase inside his mouth, grabbing the back of his neck and lifting yourself onto your tippy toes.

the kiss is full and passionate and hot and you cannot get close enough to him. “take your fucking clothes off,” you practically growl with impatience and despair.

he didn’t think his cock could get any fucking harder at your words and tone in which they were spoken.

ghost didn’t say anything but pulled away shortly to unzip the many zippers and rip velcro and toss all the tactical gear on his torso onto the ground, paying careful mind to the concealed weaponry stored in secret sewn-in hiding spots.

his head is clouding, his pupils dilating as a result and he can’t recall the fleeting moments in between then and now. you’re sat on his desk, legs naked and parted and he’s lining his cock up with your entrance while your chest heaves up and down in anticipation.

as his thick cock prods your entrance, you gasp at the stretch, ghost letting out a low groan.

“so tight,” you swear you hear him mutter under his breath. his pace is relatively restrained at first, but you can tell he’s holding out on you. it’s for your sake, probably, but you just can’t help tempting him, pushing him, just to see what happens.

“that’s all you got, lieutenant? c’mon, i thought you’d be a better fuck than this,” you goad, a bit apprehensive because you’ve seen how ruthless he can be in the field, and taunting him was probably going to leave you handicapped for the next couple of days.

but you needed it. lord, you needed it.

ghost growls before suddenly pulling out of your warm walls, making you gasp at the sudden emptyness. he turns you around and bends you over the desk, quickly slamming into you and setting a merciless pace.

his gloved hands were glued to your hips, whispering all kinds of degrading things to you, and also to himself.

“dirty fucking slut. provoking me so i could fuck you hard, isn’t that right, princess? bloody brat, bet you’re just waiting for me to fill you up with my kids, eh?”

his words spurred you on and you became so fucking needy.

you’re getting so close, so fucking close, but out of the blue, he stops. you whimper at the lack of friction and beg him to keep going but he stays unmoving.

“you want it so bad? fuck yourself on this cock then, eh?” you can practically hear the fucking smirk on his face.

you whine, but need to feel your release so bad to the point where you don’t even protest, just start moving your hips back to meet his, over and over, trying to mimick the unrelenting speed he had earlier set.

he mutters “fucking hell,” under his breath before moaning, borderline whimpering, and moving his hands back to your hips to take the work off of your shoulders.

you sigh a breath of relief but it is quickly overtaken by a pornagraphic moan as you felt your release nearing.

“gonna cum? do it, fucking cum all over my dick, princess,” he’s egging you on, snaking his gloved hand around your body and onto your clit, drawing fast circles.

the moment you feel the pleasure, you clench tightly around ghosts hard member and cum all over it, your arousal causing a creamy ring to form around his base, as well as staining the cargo pants still caught around his lower thighs.

his own climax is met soon after, dumping his load inside your tight pussy.

ghost leans down, pressing his chest to your back and kissing you on the cheek.

“have you decided to lose that attitude yet?”

[franky-y]

this was supposed to be a quick drawing but uhm well...

[magicinavalon]

for @merlinrarepairfest and @merlinbingo

1. lies about sea creatures, ada limon 2. scheherazade, richard siken 3 and 4. I used to be a hole in the ground, katie maria 5. calling a wolf a wolf, kaveh akbar 6. portrait of fryderyk in shifting light, richard siken 7. you with the crack running through you, kim addonizio 8. because it's summer, ocean vuong 9. scheherazade, richard siken 10. sweet movie, alisha ditzman 11. the greatest lovers in hell, l.h.z. 12. the worm king's lullaby, richard siken

[wardback]

Can we talk about Ted Spankoffski and how he is such an incredibly well written character??

Ted Spankoffski who chose to be a sleezeball after the love of his life chose someone else because thats the kind of guy he thought she wanted

Ted Spankoffski who accidentally killed that love of his life but doesn't know yet

Ted Spankoffski who walks past his future self whos insane and homeless and he doesn't know

Ted Spankoffski who years later is still scared of LumberAxe

Ted Spankoffski who loves his brother so much that he lashes out at his co worker for trying to save his daughter when he knows his own brother is dead

Ted Spankoffski who is in love with charlotte but she wont leave her dick of a husband

Ted Spankoffski who became a furry at the chance to get fucked

Ted Spankoffski who always dies

Ted Spankoffski who is doomed by the narrative

Ted Spankoffski who will never escape the bastards box

[mrschwartz]

Alex Turner + acting, hiding, perfomance, personas, characters, masks, costumes, double lives

Balaclava // This House Is A Circus // My Propeller official music video // Old Yellow Bricks // The Chamber // Rolling Stone, October 2013 // Time Has Come Again // Don't Sit Down 'Cause I've Moved Your Chair official music video // Pretty Visitors // The Telegraph, October 2013 // Hiding Tonight // AM tour by Erich Boucan // The Hellcat Spangled Shalalala // Q Magazine, November 2013 // Sculptures Of Anything Goes // Used To Be My Girl // Sziget Festival, August 2016 // The Bourne Identity // Rolling Stone Germany, September 2022 // The Dream Synopsis // The Car tour by Nicolita // The Ultracheese // The Guardian, September 2022 // Anyways // Big Ideas // Four Out Of Five official music video // Body Paint // Rolling Stone, October 2022 // Mr Schwartz // Body Paint official music video

[olivers-cocoapuffs]

Evan Rosier Headcanons

He’s always cold, and always has a jumper in his bag

His middle name is Louis

He and Pandora are identical twins (she’s trans)

he’s incapable of growing facial hair

he has a bee tattooed on his right middle finger

He’s basically a cosmetics doll (they practice make up and nails on him)

can’t stand in ear head phones so always uses over ear ones

Gay and Asexual

He’s the quietest skittle in public

he always passes notes in class

he’s the only person who can get Barty under control (although he mostly just eggs him on)

speaks French fluently (like Dora)

he’s the tallest skittle & rests his arm on his friends heads/ shoulders

left handed

anxious

tongue piercing

needs reading glasses

needed a night light until he was 14

When he’s lying he taps his fingers against his leg

he pierced Dorcas’ nose

he plays Chaser

he makes it a point to taunt James on the quidditch pitch when they play against eachother

he doesn’t like coffee but he likes coffee ice cream

he gets a frilled neck lizard (names it Frilly)

he always has Bertie bots in his bag and no one really knows why (including him)

he (lovingly) refers to Barty as “wanker”

he’s good with kids but doesn’t like them

he’s an artist and doodles on his work (he also helps his friends design a lot of their tattoos)

[vampcaprisun]

this moment absolutely destroys me. i mean look at them! the gentleness! the vulnerability! the care! the way gale looks like he’s practically holding himself up with that hand…before what probably amounts to a couple weeks ago, he’d told almost no one about this, and now he can not only tell someone but show them, relive it painfully but with someone at his side who will be able to on some level actually understand it. the moment of a burden — one that had until then been an sentence of indefinite isolation — being shared. and he’s ready for that to be the end! for this to be a goodbye! to be cast out and left to fend for himself with not one but two things threatening to use and destroy his body! none of his usual air of confidence is there; he’s on the ground, all raw edges and open wounds, and you can see on his face that he’s already mourning what he thinks he’s about to lose. he shares the burden and is completely ready for the weight of it to crush this new, incredible, fragile thing they’ve been building…

and then it doesn’t.

[complexraspberry]

Wanted to try my hand at a screenshot redraw and I really like the contrast of emotions in this one.

[id: A digital illustration. Splinter is in the top left of the image, with an angry expression. He is wearing his Lou Jitsu outfit. Draxum is in the bottom right of the drawing. He is facing to the left with a manic/joyful smile on his face. He is wearing his season one armor. A jagged white line divides the two from each other. /end id]

[milflewis]

niamh those tags just shot me down SEWISSSSSSSSSSSS warm and cuddly plssss

but do u see the vision!!!!!! as kyle and i were saying mb seb comes back with lewis and cooks him dinner bc you’re hosting me! it’s the least i can do! sit down lewis and relax. i have picked up some new skills yk? and so lewis does. watching seb move around his kitchen. music thrumming low. sun setting. they end up dancing at one point. lewis is full of skittering nervous energy so he twirls a very unimpressed roscoe around. seb giggling as he sways his hips awkwardly. head bopping. he looks ridiculous. lewis buries his face in roscoe’s neck to hide his smile.

the food is delicious and seb’s nose scrunches up when he laughs at lewis pretending to gag. cheeks pinking when he sees lewis scrape the plate clean. and then it’s off to bed! and oops! somewhere between throwing suds at each other and wiping down the table. chit chatting. roscoe has managed to pee on the spare bed! and i can’t have you sleeping on my couch seb! not after you making me dinner! well YOU have qualifying tomorrow so you can’t sleep on the couch either!

and so they end up sharing lewis’s bed. it’s huge after all. they keep talking as seb changes into spare clothes that lewis owns after showering. hair damp at the edges. whispering under the sheets even tho they’re alone. the room flooded with shadows and quiet. lewis falls asleep first. eased into it by seb’s soft recollection of all his different plants that he’s now growing. someone presses a thumb gently into the corner of his eyes as he drifts. a finger running down his cheek.

they wake up tangled together. seb’s feet caught between lewis’s calves. seb’s hair in his face. he smells like lewis. the room is bathed in sunlight and lewis hamilton is thirty nine years old and he is racing today and sebastian vettel is in his bed and he smells like lewis.

[bassguitarinablackt-shirt]

i’m so gay holy shot holy fucking shit i’m so fucking gay im experiencing the most visceral gay panic of my entire life

what are you being gay over this time?