#i need to be hydrated

[messylustt]

v.31.10.23 day sixteen: corruption kink ( nsfw )

miguel o’hara brainrot

his little helper was always by his side. helping him in missions, and the overall technicalities of the spider society. you always had a smile on your pretty face, and miguel couldn’t help but feel enamoured by your innocent charm. ‘innocent’ perfectly described you, with your inexperience as you looked at the world through those rose-coloured glasses. but your innocence got you in trouble, too many times miguel had felt a sense of worry or protectiveness over you. you were far too innocent for this world. and as your boss it’s his duty to help you out, right? of course it is. of course miguel should help you with your inexperience… “shh, mi cariño, you’re okay, it feels good doesn’t it?” the feel of you clenching around his fingers tell him enough, as your wide eyes take in the dirty act miguel is doing. your innocence being given to him without your real knowledge of it. miguel would just talk you through it, making it not a big deal as his hard cock thrusts into you. “jus’ wanna make sure you’re prepared for anything. that’s all i wanna do…” he hums an excuse distractedly, as he takes your nipple into his mouth sucking and licking. miguel just wants to help you. but remember only he can. “be a good girl f’me, widen your legs…yeah baby…that’s it…”

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[gomzdrawfr]

I'm here with distractions! Something to daydream about.

So, it's lambing season and I follow a beefy rancher on Instagram. It got me thinking of your Big Berry AU and farmer Price/Nik. But, what if Nik bottle-feeding orphaned or rejected baby lambs? Shirtless too, because uh... plot... reasons. Talking to them softly when they're bleating at him, "mahh, mahh, I know, it is so tough being small, moya laska".

First of all, how dare you, I had to go to bed thinking about very warm fuzzy Nik that I cannot knead and grab, swear my fever went back up at the thought

Second of all...now we don't have to imagine it...bonus kitty Ghost and Raven...

[dandelion-roots]

[ID: a digital drawing of riz gukgak from fantasy high. in the front is a relatively small drawing of riz juggling books that are falling out of his hand and a phonecall, and he has a huge backpack on. he looks a bit overwhelmed, hair flying in all directions, and has a nervous smile on. in the background is a large shadow of riz, only one glowing eye and a shining gun visible. the background is red, giving an eerie feel. End ID]

Kill your best friend

Cheat your way to your rogue teacher

Announce your presidential campaign

Don't let them know how angry you are

LEARN TO RECOGNIZE A MONSTER

[harmonictechnicality]

It’s the way Steve places a pin in that damn map of Hawkins. Two fingers, muddy knuckles. Fuck if Eddie knows the actual destination because all he can navigate is the curve of Steve’s index finger as he smooths out the edges of the map.

And it’s stupid, right? Because the world is folding in on itself and he’s looking at a guy in the kind of way Victorian novelists would only describe as ‘longingly.’ It’s objectively stupid. Probably some adrenaline bullshit that a doctor could explain with a brain scan.

The rest of the group has scattered, plotting amongst themselves. Pulling plans out of their asses. Finding layers of courage behind clues and cassette tapes.

Eddie should do that too. Plan. Make decisions. Do anything other than stare at the dirt underneath Steve’s goddamn fingernails.

“Please blink, Munson.” Steve says while clearing his throat. He’s been doing that a lot. Which is, like, understandable after coughing up lake water all night long.

He clears his throat again. “Show sign of life before I ransack the supply bag for that shit you call music.”

“That… shit?” Eddie spits out the words. Briefly forgets his swirly Steve feelings because of the fucking audacity on this guy. “Rightrightright, because Bob Seger is so fucking dignified, huh?”

“Uh-oh.” Dustin murmurs behind him.

“Because Old Time Rock and Roll is the highest ranking of ear candy?” Eddie searches through their duffel bag until he finds Steve’s Vecna Saftey Tape. Waves it around wildly as he speaks. “Forgive me. I didn’t know entry-level chord progressions were considered Carnegie Hall worthy these days. But by all means, call my music shit.”

He throws the tape at Steve’s lap before dropping back down to his seat on the couch.

“Well,” Steve smirks. “At least we know if the music won’t wake you up, mocking it sure as hell will.”

“Guys. Focus.” Nancy steps into the center of the room. Everyone nods, even Eddie. They listen intently to her directions. Henderson doesn’t interrupt her, not even once.

Nancy’s entire demeanor is charged with currents of determination. It’s honestly impressive. Truly. She could convince congress to change the fucking constitution if she wanted. Have the supreme court eating out of her palm with how persuasive she can be.

And the only thing that distracts her, is the same thing distracting Eddie.

Two fingers. Muddy knuckles.

Eddie follows her gaze back over to Steve. Her expression softening when she sees him.

It’s cruel and expected. Cruel that Eddie has to witness such softness, knowing exactly how it feels. Expected because wedding bells can practically be heard every time those two interact with each other. No one can deny that.

But knowing all this doesn’t stop the cruelty from squeezing Eddie’s stomach till his insides feel raw.

He swallows down his flimsy fantasies. Keeps repeating those words from back in the woods:

It’s jealousy, it’s jealousy, it’s jealousy, it’s-

“Hey, man.” Steve says.

Man? Not ���Nancy, my betrothed?’ Not “Nancy, my muse?”

… Man?

Eddie blinks. Glances up to see Steve looking at him. “Your taste in music isn’t complete shit.”

Which isn’t exactly an apology. But the teasing scratches an itch in Eddie’s brain that he hasn’t be able to reach for a very long time.

“Yeah.” Eddie says. “I guess Bob Seger’s stuff is… intermediate. Assistant managerial-level chord progressions.”

He pauses. Then leans in and adds a quick, “At best.”

They both laugh a little. It’s cut short by Steve clearing his throat again. One of the many reminders that they’re not well.

That nothing they’re going through is fair. Not even in the same universe as Fair. Eddie’s eyes fall to the red markings around Steve’s neck. Wonders if that makes his cough hurt worse.

“Look.” Steve nudges Eddie’s arm. Pulls his attention back into this moment. “We’ve got this, okay?”

Eddie can’t exactly tell if there’s softness in Steve’s eyes - the same kind Nancy gives to him so freely. Or if it’s just regularly scheduled Concern. But it doesn’t even matter because Steve said that.

We.

‘We’ve got this.’

Him and Steve.

And, okay, was Steve referring to a collective ‘we?’ Sure, yeah. Obviously. But Eddie is allowing himself to wallow in delusion while the world’s expiration date remains questionable.

So he aims a lovesick smile at Steve and sighs. “Whatever you say, Harrington.”

[theythemmer]

who up joshlering

[livelaughlovelams]

I NEED MOTIVATION SO UH

If this gets 1 note I'll drink a glass of water

If this gets 10 notes I'll have an actual meal

If this gets 20 notes I'll start a new book

If this gets 50 notes I'll practice violin

If this gets 70 notes I'll research the 7 years war or something (I'm a nerd)

If this gets 100 notes I'll clean my room

If this gets 200 notes I'll start taking care of myself

If this gets 300 notes I'll actually learn math

If this gets 400 notes I'll start working out again

If this gets 500 notes I'll join clubs next semester

AAAAANDDDDDD NOW FOR THE BIG GUNS

If this gets 2,000 notes I'll cut out the toxic people in my life

If this gets 4,000 notes I'll clean my art desk with literally two whole feet of unorganized papers stacked up

And for 5,000 I'll actually organise all those drawings...

YAYAYYAYA (My posts average 30 so I'll be impressed if I even get the 5th one...)

[earththings]

[honeys-marmalade]

[sungmunhei]

stanley cup indirect kiss ?!

[danieyells]

TOMORROW in my timezone IS ZENJI DAY!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZENJI EVERYONE SHOULD SHAMELESSLY, WITH NO CONCERN FOR THE QUALITY OR RECEPTION, MAKE AND SHARE SOME SORT OF ART IN HIS HONOR

[knifeforkspooncup]

Rating: Teen and Up

Words: 3,376

Summary:

After 6000 years in the spinning hubbub of earth, Heaven had been overwhelmingly sparse. So bright it stung, so empty it echoed, so utterly quiet the silence howled in your ears and never seemed to stop.

Heaven was like if radio static had teeth, a total body itch you couldn’t scratch, an endless drip drip drip of gentle water slowly driving you mad.

And Aziraphale had spent an entire year there.

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A while ago I saw this post by @chernozemm and @dingledraw about how Aziraphale would feel after being in Heaven as an autistic coded character. It stuck in my brain as a concept and here we are! Complete with art by me (full image is in the fic! Its very soft!)

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @aspiring-pansy for looking this over!

[navybrat817]

Lovelies, I just led a team meeting and I swear I thought I was going to pass out after.

Everyone praised me though for the questions I presented and the open discussion. ❤️

[goatgoesmbe]

"Please take care of yourself baby" Gaz

And

"Make me" Reader

[chickenchirps27]

Deltarune Tommorrow and Five Nights at Freddy’s Real

I swear to god when summer comes I will be absolutely insufferable about my freaky silly little guys oh my goodness life is worth living

[hailsatanacab]

🚨🎉NEW CHAPTER ALERT🎉🚨

Close Enough to be Whole Again - Chapter 21

At long last, I have updated... it's a doozy! Prepare yourselves!!

Summary:

“If you ever find yourself in danger, go to Bruce Wayne. He will help you.”

His mother had loved him, in her own way. If she hadn’t, she wouldn’t have helped him escape. If she hadn’t, she would have dragged him back to the League of Assassins, to Grandfather. If she hadn’t, he’d be dead.

She loved him, but she loved the League more.

Jack and Maddie Fenton loved him too, they did, but they loved their work more.

They loved their work more.

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After his parents react poorly to his reveal, Danny escapes to the only person he thinks can help him - Bruce Wayne. He doesn't know what to expect when he gets there, but it has to be better than where he is, surely? He certainly doesn't expect to be reunited with his long lost twin brother Damian. It's funny how things work out that way.

[nymphiqueish]

me when I'm a pure and dependent angel with pretty wings who wants to sing praises and sit at a god's feet except I have to pay taxes and go to my full time job and do dumb human things like "drink water"