#mb for the inconsistency

[morickkk]

I love them sm

[shriimpcandle]

loathing loathing you my whoooolllleeee liiifffeee long!

[eggtomatosoup]

outfits again

[jellycreamjammedart]

One thing between the environment of RUIN and Safe Haven, is that in the latter there is opportunity to stop and think about things, process them if you will.

Cassie was not at all allowed that in the Pizzaplex, with "Gregory" always nagging at her with "Save me Save me Cassie!!!" and even when she attempted to actually question things she was just dismissed and peer pressured to push through. Hell, even the menu's FLAVOR TEXT is chokeful of manipulative shit like "Hurry up, don't you care about Gregory!?" or my favorite "Don't think, just DO it!" Even if you went afk or idle, "Gregory" would come up on the Roxy-talky to pressure you into hurrying up already.

Don't think, just do it. Meaning "Gregory" always made sure to not allow Cassie's mind to PROCESS things nor actually think shit through, because otherwise she probably would've gotten suspicious sooner.

So imagine being in a relatively safer and friendlier environment like Safe Haven, where one can, like, just sit down and be with their thoughts. And with the now disturbing baggage Cassie has to actually process... It probably would become clearer of Roxy's fate... who likely came to her rescue even after being deactivated, only to get destroyed by the Mimic (if you mute Cassie and Gregory's dialogue and listen to only the fight, it seems to suggest Mimic wound up winning, on top of trying to catch up to Cassie afterwards with Roxy nowhere in sight.)

Cassie's realization that Roxy most likely was destroyed for trying to save her must not feel like a swell time, huh? Doey's getting company in the 'Crushing Guilt club'!

[kit-screams-into-the-future]

Could we see the responses of Marty's hair antenna to Doc's different emotions? I love this so much

marty's antennae aren't as expressive as doc's since there's 2 of them (the overlapping shapes would be hard to read) and they're rooted to his head (doc's floats around so it can do whatever it wants) so really he only has 3 different antenna emotes as opposed to doc's many many of them:

basically neutral, !!!, and droopy, or some variation of those 3. again applied based on vibe. also there's a marty bunny in there bc his antennae are shaped like bunny ears sometimes hahaha

bonus:

[biggietofu]

Tornado at the Curtis house and there are three things on Darry's mind:

1. Get Pony and Soda into the bunker

2. Get his parents' wedding rings

3. Get out of there alive

The sirens rang as Darrel Curtis ushered Pony and Soda into the Bunkers, assuring them he'll "join them in a bit, just need to grab something first." He runs back into his childhood home as the wind picks up outside, frantically searching his p̶a̶r̶e̶n̶t̶s̶' room for his parents' wedding rings cause, surely, they're worth more than his safety.

The wind picks up outside and debris smacks across the windows, leaving even the strongest curtis with a shiver down his spine. He opens the drawer of mother's vanity, blindly feeling around in panic, because: 1. Something shattered and he's pretty sure it's a window. And 2. His hand feels nothing but dust in the drawer of his late mother's vanity.

Alarmed, he opens the drawer fully to see it's empty. He curses and slams it shut, hurriedly searching around the room for the two rings of metal that bound his parents together for life. He tears the room apart, looking high and low; his heartbeat going a million an hour. A thud and a crash is heard from the kitchen, and he just knows the wind got to the pots and pans. He can feel a slight breeze make it's way into the room.

He's running out of time.

"Fuck!" He curses. "God damn it, where did I put those rings?"

His mother would send him to hell and back if she heard "fuck" and "God" used in the same sentence. That thought only makes him search harder than before. The bed's overturned, the closet's been ransacked, and there are clothes all over the floor. He's looked everywhere and he still can't find the damn ring!

"C'mon, where are you," He begs in desperation.

He knows he should give up, go back to his brothers before anything happens. He knows his parents would've wanted him to leave it, that they'll be with him with or without the rings. But something in him needs to find the rings, he doesn't know why, be he just needs them. Maybe cause he promised he'd give one to Soda, or that he said he'd put one on a chain for Pony.

But he also knows that none of it will happen if he doesn't get back there alive. So he turns around and heads for the backyard, with an urgency in his path that he'd felt many times before. When Paul dumped him, and he ran back home. When the Cops came to his door, saying his parents had died, and he stumbled back in horror. When Pony ran away, and his feet urged him to follow. Look where that got him. When Soda ran away, not being able to take the constant tension in the house.

His mind's made up and there's only one thing left on his mind:

Get back to his brothers.

Something hard, maybe a branch or something, pelts him in the back, he falls forward. How a branch got into the house, he doesn't know.

"Shit!"

A sharp pain stings him on his hands and knees. He fell into the glass from the broken windows. The shattered glass blended in with the shatters of his broken dreams. Leaves and sticks get thrown at him by the wind through the doorless doorway. At least it won't creak anymore. The winds whips around him, almost toppling him over when he gets out into the backyard with the bunker in view. He can feel the stickiness of his blood drying over but ignores it as the shelter comes into view. Just a few more steps, and he's back into the safety of his brothers' arms.

He hears a loud crack and knows it's just a matter of time until he flies away with the tornado.

He limps over to to the shelter. It's handle just a foot away. He reaches his hand out, just imagining the scolding he'll get from his brothers as he savors their warm embrace. He'll wait with them through the worst of the storm. Comfort Pony as the wind's rage destroys everything in it's path. Soothes Soda as he assures that they'll be okay.

But that never happens.

The wind knocks him over sideways, and his head hits the ground with a thump as the world slips away.

-

The rings of Mr. and Mrs. Curtis were never found. And neither was the Body of Darrel Curtis.

[crabs-brencil]

lol you can really tell i learned how to draw from looking at dc comics ngl i feel like these are all very nightwing-esque

[rasberryt0rte]

I FORGOT I HAD A TUMBLR SRRY GUYS

I wwent to the briish museum with 1 of my irls recently and saw all their nicked stuff and ofc took a lot of photos tumblr would defo take my acc down for posting so ull see in my next drawings using them as pose references :'-/

in the pic u see I have this creature Pou from the app game, i bought him in Poland and was showing him the museum creatures so i drew that out (idk what else to say ab the process 😭😭)

[celestialcass]

For Bot/Human Constructs, Internal Storage Space is vital. Placing the communicator given to you by your Mutual Administrative Assistant in the top spot, close to your heart... it says a certain something special about your *gag* relationship

Bonus Long Haired MB + close ups under the cut

[running-in-the-dark]

ugh... I have found all the McBride episodes/movies now. except half of them are just the worst quality. somehow that's worse than if all of them were bad.

[blu-et]

my pc is like the horse in a horse girl movie only i can tame her. shhhh girl its okay im here now. easy now. you can trust me.

[milflewis]

just started rebel moon and charlie hunam is for some reason randomly doing a northern irish accent in fucking outer space i am peeing

[the-fallen-blue]

I've been seeing a lot of discourse about the Murderbot casting, to the tune of "Wells says she imagined it as brown"/"the narrator of the audiobook is a man"/"the writing just sounds female, the types of things it notices and cares to mention and the way it puts its sentences together is how a woman would"/"it's canonically agender wtf"/"agender people can look masculine you asshole"/"it's supposed to look big and average that means white male"/"that's your own cultural bias in play and evidence says the average in its universe is brown"/"that's your bias in play there's no ironclad indication what the average is in the Corporation Rim"/"here's every single canon description of Murderbot it has no canon physical attributes other than Tall it could be played by literally anyone Checkmate Atheists" etc etc etc and it all just... misses the point?

No one is annoyed with Skarsgård!MB because "white dude" isn't canon.

They're annoyed because written Murderbot presents a level of identification and recognition for them that "white dude" does not.

Or, in other words: it is difficult to imagine a level of abuse more profound than not having the freedom of your own literal thoughts, consigned to a cripplingly limited and cruel social role from which any deviation is met with brutal pain. And it is all too easy to imagine a demographic who are presumed violent, hostile, and inferior, good only for labor and violence, who must be controlled and denied and unpersoned for the good of the rest. The lines aren't hard to draw, here; Murderbot is deeply relatable to many people who are not (visibly masculine) white men, specifically because they are not (visibly masculine) white men. Because they share with it the experience of oppression, marginalization, and being known on sight as wrong, being punished for the slightest deviance. Because it is not just another in the long boring line of ten thousand thousand grizzled white space marine heroman types; it is the thematic opposite of that.

And yeah duh obviously you can look like a boilerplate white dude and still suffer plenty of oppression, but film is a visual medium. Character design is a crucial part of its language, especially when a specific character is the only example of its type available to the audience. It is a shorthand that the audience will understand as a reflection on the wider setting. Which means that casting Skarsgård is, whether they meant it or not, a subtle statement that the ultimate bigotry in Murderbot's universe is against and about conventional white dudes.

Or in other other words, you cannot refute complaints about Skarsgård!MB with ~canon~ because canon has nothing to do with it. It's a thematic inconsistency, a failure to understand the not the story's text, but its subtext and its place in the wider cultural conversation of sci-fi (or at least to accurately translate those meta considerations to the satisfaction of a decent segment of the audience).

Like you can still yell about how bullshit you think that is if you want. Casting's not that deep or it's an important queer metaphor to pass and still struggle or people have no inherent 'right' to representation or whatever else. I'm not telling anyone what to say or believe. But just understand that that's what you're actually arguing with (or for, for that matter), is all I'm saying.

[cronasluvr]

DIFFERENT.

rafe cameron x male reader

genre: smut

warnings: cursing, pet names, dirty-talk, penetration, smut, alcohol, drugs, noncon/dubcon, not proof-read

a/n: mb for the inconsistent posting T-T I didn’t have much motivation but I came up with this! also sorry if its not the best ;(

Rafe loved parties. He loved every aspect of them like the drinks, the drugs, but mostly the sex. Rafe enjoyed selling drugs to randoms and also getting drunk but sex would always top those things, he loved how he never had to stick with the same person and could fuck any girl he wanted. 

They always would be wrapped around his finger and Rafe would just leave them to fend for themselves after he was satisfied. He knew it was toxic but thats the only way he felt a sense of power, he wanted to be better than his dad so this would help him feel something and nothing could stop him. 

Rafe had a reputation of being the perfect kook; Rich, hot, and straight, so whenever any boys would try to pounce on him or tease him with sexual jokes he would decline right away and never look back.

His friend was hosting a party that started around sunset and of course Rafe was gonna be there, he just recently got new drugs so he was definitely excited for the money.  It had already been a while since the party had started and business was booming, the only downside was he hadn’t had much sex yet so it was getting a little boring. Rafe kept selling for a little while until he had enough, he was indeed of pussy right now.

You were doing homework until your phone started to ring, “M/n!!! It’s the weekend let’s go to Toppers Partttyy.” it was your bestfriend, “I have homework to do not today.” You said while continuing, “Cmonn you never go out and plus everyone’s gonna be there including Rafe Cameron.” they say the last part teasingly.

You never understood the hype of Rafe Cameron, yes you believed Rafe was handsome but thats it. You’d always questioned why girls would be all over him other than his looks. You knew Rafe sold  drugs so you would stay far from him just in case, but at the end of the day you decided that a break would be okay.

You sigh annoyingly “Okay fine whatever, pick me up in 20.” You heard your friend yelp in excitement, “See ya in 20!!” They hanged up. After that conversation you decided to get up and get ready, you decided to wear a basic tee and jorts with sandals. After a while your friend finally arrived, “Ready m/n??” They said excitedly, “I guess”. You both start making your way to Toppers house.

Rafe was halfway drunk by now and decided to snort another line. You arrived to the party and your friend decided to split up to get drinks. You were walking through the crowd and saw Rafe, he looked at you and you both made eye contact. He looked at you with hungry eyes but you look away and walk to the kitchen for drinks. 

At first you told yourself you wouldn’t get too drunk but now you’re here tripping and stumbling all over, you couldn’t find your friend so you decided to dance with the crowd. Rafe was fully gone at this point but then he decided to let some energy out and began to walk toward the crowd, as he approached the crowd he saw you dancing in the middle.

You were having the time of your life until you felt somebody press against your back, “Having fun m/n?” Rafe whispered in your ear, your face started to heat up and you turned around to meet his face. Inches apart you felt his breath against your lips and smelt the alcohol from his mouth, “G-good” you said with slurred words, “Thats good, just keep dancing” he says as he places his hands on your hips and starts making you grind on him. Your face starts heating up more but you continue to grind on him, “Just like that” he encourages, you both stay in that position for a little more till next thing you know hes pushing you against the wall with your legs wrapped around his waist.

At this point you both are making out with each other and it felt so good, “M-mm!” you moan out as he slips his tongue into your mouth. He continues to fight with your tongue until he wins dominance and starts making you breathless. You pull away and look into his eyes in awe, “You taste so good baby”, he carries you into one of the bedrooms and lays you on the bed, “R-rafe, i n-need you”, you say looking at him with hungry eyes. 

You knew this was wrong but it felt so good, “here let’s get you naked” he moves his hand toward your top and starts remove it with your pants too. Your face turns even more red, “You look so cute like this” he looks at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes, you move your hands toward his shirt and help him take it off. 

You trace your hands on his biceps in awe, “You like that?” He smirks and begins to kiss your neck, “M-mmm” you moan out. He stops at your nipples and starts sucking them, “R-rafe!” You moan even louder, “Sensitive huh?” He stares up at your face while biting your nipple, “f-fuck!” you bite your lip to contain your moans. 

He slurps them even more and your body jerks in pleasure, “M-more!” you beg as you move your hand to guide his head, he doesn’t listen and teases you while continuing to suck on your nipples while watching you squirm under him.

“o-oh my god!” you moan out while stopping his movements, “n-need your c-cock” you beg even more, “Whatever you need then baby” as he begins to start unzipping his pants and letting his cock free from his boxers. He lowers your pants down along with your underwear and spits on his head, “Let me just get this needy hole ready” he smirks and starts inserting one finger into your hole, “O-oh f-fuck” you moan while clenching the bed sheets. 

He adds more fingers until he gets to three and starts hitting your prostate, “Mmm so wet for me” he looks at you squirm even more under him, “I-Im close!!” you moan out as he quickly pulls all his fingers out, “Not yet baby”, you look up at him with teary eyes. Rafe began to slowly insert his cock into your gummy walls and you couldn’t hold back, “S-so big, s-so full!!” you loudly moan out, he began to start thrusting into you with a fast pace. 

You came undone onto your stomach but he continued, “You feel that baby its in your stomach” he moves even faster and leans in to start making out with you. You felt another high incoming and you started to scratch his back from the pleasure, “C-close daddy!!”, “Fuck m/n!”and with one final thrust you both come undone. “Mmm so warm”, he says while kissing your lips and still continuing to thrust slowly into your hole to ride his high out, you moan quietly and begin to lose consciousness. 

He looks up at your face and finds you sleeping, “we only had one round :[“ he says a little annoyed but decides to get up and clean you both. He didn’t understand why he just had sex with you, but it felt so right to him so he knew you were different.

The next day you felt warmth with his arms wrapped around your body, you turn to face him and see him sleeping peacefully, “what a cutie” as you peck his nose, falling back to sleep content.

[kknotphobia]

I SAW THIS ON PINTEREST LMFAOO im gonna do more stupid doodles with them

Mb for the constant style change, I'm inconsistent asf

[sp1dercandle]

do y'all fw my main 4 bright lights design?? blinks blinks.. my art style is so inconsistent mb chat

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please please please reblog if you like my art!!! it supports and helps me a bunch :33 /nf