#long distance shooting

[spent-brass]

[bloggingboutburgers]

Hey folks! Soooo I made a comic project about me and my partner's experience as a binational couple during the travel ban between Schengen countries and the US as a reaction to the pandemic, that lasted between early 2020 and late 2021... Since this is a topic very dear to me and I want to raise awareness for it. I submitted it as a contest piece for Belgian comic contest Prix Raymond Leblanc this year. Here are the 5 concept pages I made for it.

They've just made it public as one of the contestant projects today, so if you have Instagram and some time and motivation, it'd be a huge help if you could please leave a like on the post for it here! Likes don't actually affect if a project wins or not, but they can help guarantee an artist gets personalized feedback, which is always good.

Thanks so much in advance <3

[moeblob]

I love my dumb OCs so much ...

I think I have rambled about them before so to spare you! A tl;dr version that you can also skip:

Shilva can turn into a dragon. Vikrahm goes on an adventure and meets Pops. Pops is a famous dragonslayer who refuses to tell anyone his name and never collects reward money unless needed at that time. Shilva and Pops get married. They both do not tell Vik his name though so he resorts to a threat and is shocked when it actually works. "I didn't expect to get this far idk what to do now" kinda vibes.

[hanasnx]

long distance bf indy thoughhh🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

you’re visiting him after two months of not seeing eachother. two dreadful months without him. without his cock. sure, you facetimed him and you would touch yourself as he degrades you, but your fingers weren’t nearly as good as the feeling of his long, thick cock thrusting into your wet cunt. When he flew over to your city and met you at your apartment, it wasn’t long until he had you face down, ass up on the bed, as his cock is pounding into you.

“huh, sweet girl, you missed this dick, didn’t you?” he says, his lips pressed up against your sweaty neck.

“mhm! m-missed it so much, daddy!” you pathetically moan. indy chuckles at this, only pounding into you harder. his tip kisses your cervix every thrust, drawing sweet moans out of your mouth.

“Bet you touched yourself thinking about this moment, didn’t you? god, your fingers just weren’t enough, huh?” he taunts. you whine at this, arching your hips up further to meet his deep thrusts. “Never gonna let you go this long without me again, never.” indy promises.

“maybe i’ll knock you up just so i have an excuse to see you more.” you nodded eagerly at indy’s remark, knowing that he will do it. he reaches down and rubs your clit aggressively, “need to feel you squirt on this dick, baby. it’s been too long—“ his words are cut off by your loud moan, as you squirt all over his thick cock.

“thaaats it, princess. such a good girl.” he says. he thrusts into you a few more times before spilling his seed into your now incredibly sore cunt.

you look down as he pulls out, seeing his and your cum spilling out of you. before you can even process this, he shoves his fingers into your cunt, using them as a plug to keep his cum inside or you. “cant let any of it go to waste, can we sweetheart?”

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i remember i saw the top bit in the lil window of my notifs and i was immediately excited to read. i was right to be excited. the idea of you waiting for me? two whole awful neglectful months without your daddy around? thats crazy hot, tf. like you poor poor thing. youre gonna be nothing when im done with you

"it wasn’t long until he had you face down, ass up on the bed," “huh, sweet girl, you missed this dick, didn’t you?” god thats gorgeous

the bit about fingers not being long enough, youll never go that long without me again-never, the knock-up bit, the squirting on the dick??? that shit got me kneading the blanket like a damn cat. "thaats it, princess." me (real).

loved this one chilinon you killed it. love the emoji choice

[inkymkk]

i Might be a lil drunk rn /hj

[phoenixcatch7]

Man I am just SO CONFUSED. About the time line of this game.

No one is telling me how long links been gone! Or how long the botw-totk timeskip was! They all just started selling my stuff again lol. I'm going to have to get everything redyed!

Me: hey random stranger! Lore dump? You look like a lore dumper.

Kindly npc: why hullo there, link ^^! My, I haven't seen you in a while since the calamity ended! I was so worried when they said you and the princess had gone missing! But it's good to see you're well.

Me: aw, thanks. How long has it actually been tho.

Kindly npc: ^u^

[savage-rhi]

You don't know how happy I was to see them and how happy they were to see me.

[brutalrestoration]

[endeavvor]

[ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 ] ― sender and receiver lay under the stars to stargaze

🌙  *  ―     𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒  

BONUS TRACK

It's a quiet night in Iowa as Jim tosses and turns, plagued by nightmares. Flashes of pain that are so vivid the sheets are damp with his perspiration as his hands grip the soft flannel. His hands clench and unclench, feet kick and press as the bed groans beneath him. Teeth clench and grind.

He hates it here.

In this house that holds dark memories for him, the distance spreading between him and his mother is unfathomable. Sam holding a sharpened blade to the thread that connects them. Disappearing as easily as a father he never knew. He counts every single person he's ever lost, a morbid list on repeat until his eyes crack open to the darkness of the room around them.

Them, because he's not alone.

The pillow crinkles as he inclines his head towards Spock, silent and still beside him. The Vulcan's face is serene a stark contrast to the storm raging inside him and Jim fights the urge to reach out and trace the slope of his nose with a tip of his finger. To drag against the full bottom lip. It is rare the other truly sleeps, requiring it less than his human counter part. It would be cruel to disturb him simply because he cannot sleep.

So he sits up instead, the late October air clinging to his damp skin, chilling it instantly as he rubs his face, one hand trailing backwards into the golden locks that are already standing on end from his tossing.

Sleep won't come again, and Jim doesn't want it to.

The house feels as if it is breathing around him. It is alive with the echoes and monsters that used to haunt him both in waking and dreams. But Frank is long gone, and the house still smells slightly musty from where it had been sealed too long. Uninhabited. It had taken hours to clean and refresh, but they'd done it. Jim with a grim set to his lips, and Spock's gaze settling somewhere between his shoulders.

Why did you bring me here? The question had been unasked, but he'd felt it anyway. In truth, he wasn't entirely sure. Maybe because he could? Maybe he'd been tired of spending his shore leave confined to the ship that was currently docked and being repaired? Maybe because neither really had anywhere else to go? Maybe because he felt it was time to show the other where he'd come from? Maybe because he'd been feeling oddly sentimental as of late in the growing attachment that told him to stop running?

The captain sneaks out with a practiced grace. Skipping the creaky board just outside the door to the room they share. Avoiding the third and seventh step in his descent. Snags an old quilt off the back of the couch as he passes, slips his feet into an old pair of boots by the back door, and grabs a worn jacket from the hook that still smells of old cigarettes and cracked leather before slipping out into the night.

Frozen ground crunches beneath his feet as he makes his way into the fields behind the farmhouse, crops having been harvested, it's just tall stalks of grass that he spreads the blanket out over and settles down. His exhale is nothing but condensation as he blinks at the clear night sky.

How many times had he done this as a boy?

How long is he out there before he hears the creak of each step he'd avoided? The protest of the screen door and the slap of it against the frame? The crunch of frozen ground?

Long enough that the tip of his nose is red from cold and his fingers slightly numb, but still his expression is a lopsided flash of teeth as he takes Spock in, upside down, from his current position splayed out on the ground. Jim pats the space beside him and waits until the other settles beside him, shoulders, hips, and knees pressing together.

I didn't want to wake you, feels thin.

I wanted to be alone, feels like a rejection when this is the first time he has breathed in the day and a half they'd been here.

I need you, is dangerously close to the truth that had been fighting to break free.

Instead, he points to a row of stars and begins to teach Spock of the constellations that can be seen from Earth. "Cassiopeia. The Queen of Aethiopia. She was said to be vain and arrogant. She boasted that her daughter Andromeda - " His hand moves towards another grouping of stars, " - was more beautiful than the daughters of a sea goddess. It incited the wrath of Poseidon, who sent the sea to their kingdom. He flooded it and sent the sea monster Cetus to destroy it.

In an attempt to save the kingdom, Cassiopeia and Cepheus consulted an oracle who told them the only way to appease the monster and save their kingdom was to sacrifice the very daughter they'd boasted about. So they chained Andromeda to a rock at the edge of the sea. Perseus arrived and slayed Cetus and married Andromeda instead, but Poseidon still felt Cassiopeia should be punished for her slight, so he placed her in the heavens chained to a throne.

Andromeda's own placement is to commemorate her husband's bravery. It is said Athena placed her in the sky with her arms outstretched similar to that of when she was chained to the rock." Greek mythology is full of all sorts of dark tales. Yet, he'd been fascinated once he had discovered them. Devoured each and every one with a voracious hunger that never truly left him.

Jim is silent for a moment as he searches and finds another constellation - Cygnus - the swan. It had several different origins, but one particular one was his favorite.

"Are you familiar with Phaethon?" He asks, but moves forward explaining anyways. "He was said to be the son of an ocean nymph, Clymene, and Helios - the sun god. His is a tale of arrogance as well." A common theme, he finds, perhaps to serve as a lesson to those who believe they are as good, if not better, than the gods themselves. "He sought Helios in his palace, to confirm his parentage, and became enamored with the idea of driving his chariot. Helios warned him against it, saying it would be too difficult for anyone else to control the horses that pulled it.

But Phaethon was headstrong, and not dissuaded." Traits he finds similar in himself, partially why he enjoys the story so much. "He is allowed to take the chariot, but the ride goes about how you'd expect. Flying too close to the Earth burns it. Too far, and it freezes.

Receiving too many complaints, Zeus takes matters into his own hands and strikes Phaethon and the chariot from the sky with a bolt of lightning. It kills him instantly and his body falls into the river Eridanus, which is where Cygnus comes in to play."

Jim pauses, lowering his hand back to the blanket and grazes his pinky against Spock's, eventually hooking them together.

"There are two interpretations of how Cygnus was turned into a swan. The first is that he mourned Phaethon's death by sitting by the river. The gods then turned him into a swan to relieve him of his sorrow, but he still had memories of the loss."

Swans are known to mourn the loss of their mates. The selection of this animal itself is what sparked the myth that Phaethon and Cygnus were close friends or lovers.

"The second is that Cygnus grieved bitterly and spent a long time diving into the depths of the Eridanus to collect the remains of Phaethon after his death to give him a proper burial. The gods were then so touched by his devotion, they transformed him into a swan and gave him a place among the stars."

The story's end is punctuated by a bitter laugh and silence as the pair stares at the stars above them. Until Jim turns his head to the side again to study Spock instead. Whose face reflects the light much like the moon reflects the sun.

Jim understand the arrogance of the mother to proclaim her daughter's beauty. The infatuation that drove Perseus to fight a monster. The devotion that caused Cygnus to grieve and mourn, to continuously dive down into the river to collect the remaining pieces of his lost love.

You haunt me, he thinks, releasing his grasp on Spock's pinky to slide their palms together and lace their fingers, you have haunted my thoughts and dreams since the moment I laid eyes on you. I have memorized the slant in your brow and the sweep of your lashes as they press against your cheeks. I have studied and mapped the freckles that dot your flesh as lovingly as the constellations in the night sky.

God, do you know?

Do you have any idea?

Do you know that - "I love you." The confession was meant to remain inside his mind, a thought, and it takes a moment for him to realize he's said the words out loud. Spoke it into existence in the space between them. The realization heats his cheeks as he captures his bottom lip between his teeth. It is a feeling that has been there all along, never named, while equally not being enough to describe the all consuming storm of feelings that swell and rage every time he looks Spock's way.

There's no taking it back now as he tilts his head back towards the night sky and projects with all of the arrogance that angered the gods in the stories. "Yeah, you knew."

@fasciinating

[lover-of-mine]

No but there really is something in the way Eddie just can't look at Buck in that hospital bed. He doesn't stay looking at him at any point. He starts crying the second Chris' attention shifts to Buck. He clearly only went into the room because he couldn't say no to Chris because he couldn't face what was happening. And he never focus on Buck. He turns away from the bed after putting the crutches in them. He looks to a point that's not exactly Buck. Dude couldn't face it.

[spent-brass]

Some glamour shots of my favorite rifle in my possession. Tikka t3 sporter chambered in .260, whatever you want to reach out and touch this thing can do it.

[bugblast]

current alien mech design

[limbobongobingo]

Hey tumblr, hell site, digital void I scream into, the three mice following me. Let's talk about bedbug sex.

Traumatic insemination. What is it and why does it sound so horrifying? Because it is! And you know, I'd assume, I hope, and I pray to my political overlords, illegal for you to try.

Female bedbugs have a perfectly, perfectly fine and functional reproductive system but instead of using this male bedbugs, because evolution has no morality, inseminate female bedbugs with their needle, yes needle like penis.

Here's a schlong pic for y'all.

A bit if a closeup, save it for OnlyBugs jeezs.

Like I said before, they use this fucking nightmare to stab— tramatically inseminate if you will, female bedbugs. You maybe be thinking, "I'm sure they've evolved some kind of hole-orificey-thing down there Bongo . . . right?" NO! NO THEY HAVEN'T! I know if it works don't fix it, but what the actual fuck evolution! Not cool. Well I mean it is pretty cool that is why I'm here . . . Still, what. the. fuck.

I recently learned it causes CRACKS, VISIBLE ONES!

We get what happens, but how exactly? Female bedbugs actually get inseminated through their bloodstream! The fucking circulatory system!

When the sperm is deposited, it'll have antibacterial properties to go with it. Which yeah, makes sense. I wouldn't want blood dick diseases either! And, the real kicker? It doesn't even benefit the female bedbug! Its sole, singular purpose is to protect the sperm.

Now, thankfully, while it is stabbed into the female bedbugs circulatory system it's specifically deposited into this secondary reproductive structure called the mesospermalege. It's entire job? Stabby fucky wuky survival. Yep, that's what it does. It reduces the initial damage and is absolutely packed with shit that actually wards off them blood dick diseases this time! Wild.

Its the home stretch I promise you beautiful hopefully not illiterate mouse children you. We're almost done!

We know how, we know what it looks like, but actually why the fuck? It's apparently quicker then the conventional way, but I think they just wanted to spice up their sex lives. So take note aspiring parents, you could get a kid quicker and go to jail! A twofer! How absolutely positively great. I'm not the perturbed one here, you are.

The last notable section here, they just stabby stabby fucky fucky everything. Other males, other insects, probably inanimate objects on occasion. There is actually a theory about rollover insemination to explain the homosexuality, but really I'm not an etymologist and I choose to believe they just stab from dusk till dawn for no reason other than, you know, it works.

With that sprinkling of homosexuality, this concludes my ramblings on bedbugs. An insect that feasts on, and fucks in blood.

You're all welcome and I'm so sorry.

Let me know about spelling mistakes/stuff I got wrong!

[screwzara]

Gotta get this idea out of my head real quick

So,

Boku No Hero Academia x Long Distance Friendship AU

*screams into a nearby pillow*

I can't, it's just

Teleporting to a whole other dimension is stressful enough, imagine if Boboiboy and Ali end up in that world together(u can guess why that would be even more stressful for both Boboiboy and Ali's world AND for them)

Uhh, i won't actually write anything about this idea so do what you want with it

[apodictic-heart]

Theme song

Quiet and withdrawn, Leila is notoriously difficult to read. Prefers to keep people at a distance but once someone has managed to peel away all the layers (so, so many layers) of this reticent onion she’s 100 % ride-or-die.

Once got caught happily chatting away with her coworkers; turned out her pain meds had made her high.

Game by @rf-interactive , if you haven’t played the demo already I really, really recommend it.

[munamania]

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