#is just.... ah...

[pocketdogs]

a customer returned a drink because a fly flew into it and said: “one of your flies flew into my drink” and my coworker was so confused that they just said: “…my fly?”

[arkangelo-7]

Lex Luthor hates Superman, Lex Luthor hates the Justice League, bla bla bla… You know who Lex must really hate? Bruce Wayne.

Because he knows that bitch is Batman. He’d worked it through that big brain of his and he’s without a doubt certain that the same idiot who spilled champagne on him last New Year’s Eve moonlights as the Batman.

But he can’t fucking prove it. So he’s resigned to a lifetime of having to make stilted conversation filled with double meaning while Brucie just flutters his eyelashes and pretends to be a ditz. And Lex just has to sit there and take it, because Bruce knows that Lex knows and absolutely uses that knowledge to fuck with Alex at every opportunity—he says the absolute shittest, godawful pickup lines and flirts to his heart’s content, knowing full well that he helped Superman kick Lex’s ass last week and that Lex knows it was him.

[artsymeeshee]

Just a silly idea

[snarkspawn]

did I doodle this mostly so I had an excuse to draw this spite reaction image?

(YES HAHAHA YES!!!)

[sunburstsandmoonshadows]

el chupacabra believes in you too!

based on this tumblr chain:

[kiras-law]

light "if someone tries to read my diary i will set my drawer on fire" yagami

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[o0kawaii0o]

ROMANCE DAWN TRIO

[cheriafreya]

Ratio and Aventurine before Rota Fortunae's events

[art-ofatypical]

Seasons Greasons! I couldn't get this photo of Belphie and Pangur from @pangur-and-grim of my head, so I used it as practice for my new colored pencils!

[nekroiko]

bickering about science or whatever idk (mel is amused)

[marisatomay]

I love watching the behind the scenes footage and interviews of Mission Impossible movies because they’re all like

Director: I was up all night before we filmed this vomiting and shitting my pants and I literally had to cover my eyes while it was happening because I was so worried I would kill the biggest movie star in the world.

Tom Cruise: 😁 I love my team 🥰😍 we trained for months with the best of the best to do this ✅ I had total faith in them👊 and it looks sick as hell 😎 let’s do another take

[pricegouge]

price spending so long working your tight hole open but still can't quite sink down to the root because you've got yourself all twisted up, always curling in on yourself like a wounded animal once he gets you here: spread out under him where you should just lie back and accept his care, but you won't.

still, you've come far from how you were when he found you. he watches where you quiver and clench around him, not quite yielding, but trying. "so proud of you," he muses almost absently, thumb stroking over your sex -

and then groans when he feels you shiver around him, the wave bringing all your tension back out with it when it recedes, and finally, he burrows deep inside you, heavy balls pressed snug against your ass. that did it.

he can't even wait for you to catch your breath, eyes wide and unfocused as he leans forward to press a kiss right between them. "just like that, baby. good fuckin' job, takin' me."

this time when you shudder and clench around him, it feels like you're trying to pull him impossibly deeper more than keep him out.

"ready for your reward?"

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The squad of all time has arrived on scene.

[deich-was-here]

Yooo I come back with more doodles! Mommy is also fun to draw!!! No necks were broken btw

And a ref to old post with yarnaby from main acc hhh (and yes that bite did hurt a lot..nothing like a few bandages would not fix)

I'm slowly losing ideas oo hyperfixation is dying sooo maybe I should make a small ask or smth. Ask oc or anything else, I'll try to poorly answer lol

[somerandomdudelmao]

Let me show you one of my original concepts :>

Because. Why not haha👍

Characters refs Masterpost

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