#it's my last one dw

[saryasy]

He appears as an iconic image in the artwork of many cultures, and there are several documented accounts of his appearances, and his warnings to the many who attempted to open the box before its time. His last recorded appearance was during the London blitz in 1941. The warehouse where the Pandorica was stored was destroyed by incendiary bombs, but the box itself was found the next morning, a safe distance from the blaze. There are eyewitness accounts from the night of the fire of a figure in Roman dress, carrying the box from the flames. Since then, there have been no sightings of the Lone Centurion, and many have speculated that if he ever existed, he perished in the fires of that night, performing one last act of devotion to the box he had pledged to protect for nearly two thousand years. - Rory, the boy who waited.

DOCTOR WHO (2005-) | 5.13 The Big Bang

[fraudue]

brand new city (you do it to yourself)

[sentientsky]

google firefox search: how to stop cryign

[sinnabee]

Congratulations on your new semi-permanent experimental position as the Official Daycare Assistant and Attendant Handler!

Now, you may have heard from a few of your coworkers that the Daycare Attendant can get a little... overeager, at times. But we can assure you that these are merely rumors, and should promptly be ignored - after all, the Daycare Attendant is always excited to start the day off with a smile!

Welcome to the Fazbear Family! We're sure you'll love your time with us!

And remember: you have nothing to worry about.

[pastelpaperplanes]

OC Art Dump!

if you remember them, I love you forever and sorry it’s been 84 years since you’ve seen these guys

[swedenis-h]

The girls!! (X)

[gaydexvocaloid]

so there’s this game…… .. …

[specialgrades]

thinking about . . . taking care of nanami after a long day

➜ ┊: cw ! gender/genitalia of reader not specified, oral (m! receiving), sub!nanami, kinda lovesick ngl, established relationship

"let me take care of you." you say to nanami as you kneel between his spread legs. his head thrown back in exhaustion, he's not one to argue as you slowly tug his belt loose. he's so tired after the third bout of overtime this week, weakly lifting his hips to help you tug his slacks down. soft, fleeting kisses pressed to his hips and thighs. he shutters, the sensation ticklish. he's still soft when you tug his boxers down, but neither of you mind. light touches almost as fleeting as your kisses along the shaft. he sighs when your lips wrap around the tip. his body feels heavy as he sits there with his eyes shut and slowly hardening cock in your mouth, the long hours taking their toll. he twitches when you moan around him. your head bobs slowly, hand wrapping around the base that was difficult to reach with your mouth. his breathing is shaky, and he's slipping. "don' stop..." he mumbles, voice tired. his hips stutter up into your mouth when your tongue runs under the head. you felt your heart swell when you look up at him, a sight he saved only for you. the man so put together slowly losing it, relinquishing all control to you. you watch as he sluggishly unbuttons that blue dress shirt of his, tie and jacket already discarded when he first entered your shared home. bottom lip tugged between his teeth, he moans again when you take his cock into your throat in one calculated move. his eyes still closed, one of his hands finds purchase in your hair, running his fingers through the tresses. curses barely making their way past his lips. he was close a lot quicker than he'd like to admit, not that you'd complain. you keep your pace, cock twitching as you press your tongue along the prominent vein along it's underside. "love i⏤ 'm gonna⏤" you hum around him, wordless permission granted. a grunt and a whimper left him as his hips weakly stuttered up, his whole body shaking as he came on your tongue, your hand still moving up and down to help him ride it out. you didn't pull away until he did, hips falling back down against the couch as he caught his breath. he finally looked at you, eyes cracked open to watch your throat bob as you swallowed his release. one final shutter ran through him when you placed a kiss to his tip, more placed along his thighs as you helped him pull his boxers back on. "thank you." he breathes, body feeling ten times lighter than it did when he arrived home.

[heavendraven]

posting these mega late since I never finished these doodles in time for ballroom day of baroryuu week (I literally got covid oops)

[zan0tix]

What is up guys

[gaypanicattackonlegs]

PROGRESSSS

from the first to last portrait I made with brush markers

[nafohcnis]

some school notebook dorys from about a month ago probably.. the first two are for the fanfic “john dory’s quick and concise guide on how to survive” by rytheoneandonly on ao3. GO READ IT. and expect more fanart for this.

[picnokinesis]

Seen a lot of discourse going around about these two at the moment, so I thought I’d draw them and throw some positivity into the void because I love them both so much! They’re absolutely wonderful characters, and also you cannot tell me that  Rose “what’s your name, your pronouns and are you in a union” Tyler and Dan “I don’t need anything so long as other people around me are alright” Lewis wouldn’t be the best of friends, like just imagine it. They’re running through space and time to stand up to injustice and also offer you some soup (and maybe a bad pun or two), and they’ll make sure each other are okay whilst they’re at it. I love them.

[mwagneto]

yaz queen of evasive action

[camels-pen]

ponder for a moment, zosanuso with Zoro realizing he likes pet names

Sanji and Usopp get together first. They are very lovey dovey and sappy because Sanji is lovey dovey and sappy and Usopp loves it, gets very swept away with it, and does his best to reciprocate. This shit is practically the bane of Zoro's existence. And that's not even getting into the pet names.

Some time later, he's got the realization that oh, huh, he likes Usopp. And oh, ugh, he likes the Cook too. And he might lament his own feelings about it, but eventually he tells them and then Zoro has two boyfriends.

And then one morning, Usopp comes to breakfast looking incredibly sleepy, and casually gives a "Morning, babe" to Zoro before taking his seat.

And Zoro finds he likes that. He really really likes it. And he's definitely showing it on his face somehow because soon after Sanji is ranting and raving about Zoro being an absolute hypocrite, because how dare he complain all this time about Sanji and Usopp calling each other honey and cher and darling, when he was just as bad as them-

Usopp is more awake now and trying not to laugh, for Zoro's sake. Zoro is very red and keeps trying to interrupt Sanji, but Sanji just talks louder over him. Zoro would start a fight, but Sanji hadn't finished serving breakfast yet and his arms are full of plates so he's forced to suffer.

[coolnonsenseworld]

I wanted to say that outside of semantics and divisions - I am simply happy to find communities that welcome with kindness - that welcome you by a good heart and not the ability to conform. I am happy for the opportunity to be surrounded by people who care. It's a funny world we live in - making the same mistakes over and over, multiplying the same suffering by billions. I don't think I hope for an utopia anymore, I don't think such a thing exists - but you can't call me hopeless either. And that's what matters.

As a side note - this piece is set in DanceAU, which might be better known to Patrons so far, but still it was the best and most fitting option for this occasion..... also there are 12 DanceAU pieces incoming, because I might be making another calendar so. get familiar with these mutts