#misalignement

[jiiangshi]

when you're out here trying to live ur best life but the angel and devil on your shoulders won't stop flirting 😞😞😞

[the-quasar-hero]

I searched fantasy rap on Spotify, what I’m finding are playlists of contemporary rap just labeled fantasy for some reason, or remixed video game instrumental that someone raps over. What I’m looking for is niggas rapping about swinging swords, getting gold coins from they quests, and slaying dragons while dripped out in armor.

[sideswipesjetpack]

Thinking about the peak that is misaligned Gemini

Silly doodle concepts based on it wehdhshshhshd

Pssssss if you like these guys you should read it ong…. Pssssss psss

[vamp-bites]

I took an old half-baked vashwood csh lyric comic and spruced it up for a risoprinting class, the prints came out a little muddy in some places but im still very happy with it

[calware]

me when web design is my passion and i definitely know how to align things properly

[6footeel]

the chilleeerrrrrr

[williammarksommer]

Reflections of Salt

Misaligned series

Hasselblad 500c/m

Kodak Ektar 100iso

[so-i-did-this-thing]

I don't know a lot about clothes, but I have thought about why I wear what I wear, after a long time of not thinking about it at all. I wear plain t shirts and jeans in shades of black and gray, and what's interesting is the realization that in trying to communicate as little as possible through my clothes, I *have* been communicating something specific the whole time: the fact that I don't want to share anything about myself with strangers, and that I'm a very closed-off and private person. Idk if dressing in non-descript plain clothes holds the same meaning when others wear it, but that's what I'm trying to convey. Putting in my 2 cents because I agree that putting thought into your clothes is valuable, even for those of us who don't want to put much time into curating a wardrobe of cool outfits

Yes, this!

My father was a very private man and literally wore the same thing every day for decades of his life (white button down + black trousers -- his closet looked like a cartoon character's), but he also wore a pocket watch and smoked a pipe, two extremely interesting affectations that communicated a certain persona he enjoyed. And then his style exploded with color when he got his terminal cancer diagnosis because he no longer wanted to blend in.

I've seen some folks in the notes be like, "I just want to be comfy." (I will argue that "comfy" means different things to different people, but it is also shorthand for "t-shirt + jeans".) But depending on where and with whom you wear those "comfy" clothes, you're communicating different things.

The same outfit - let's say a t-shirt, PJ pants, tennis shoes, and a jacket- could communicate anything from "oh, I didn't even notice that person" to "oh my god, can you believe that person doesn't care enough to dress decent in public" to "oh, I hope they're cozy and living their best life."

I try to be very aware of when my personal interpretation of my style may clash with someone else's interpretation. As a white, cis-passing guy who wears 1940s vintage, I am *super* aware of how this era is often appropriated by modern day fascists. So, I make up for it by trying to be visibly queer, or digging into the more affable and non-threatening professor/country gentleman look. And I'm hyper aware of my body language.

So, yeah. Even if fashion is not interesting to you, it is definitely worth learning what assumptions people are making about you based on your clothing. You may not personally care about these opinions, but it's still worth knowing so you can navigate social situations more easily.

[lilredghost]

After wayyyy too long, I've finally finished my current project: a cross-stitch of this piece by @unspuncreature! I can't wait to put it up 🥰

PS: If anyone wants the pattern for this, I'm more than willing to clean it up and share!

[potatopassenger]

Usopp and Zoro might be my fave duo in Drum Island purely because they just don't understand how the other one works and then lose all sense of situation because of it

Exhibit A) Usopp trying to help Vivi feel better:

Zoro: He's talking shit

Exhibit B) Usopp moved by Dalton's bravery trying to do a grand gesture:

Zoro: Usopp needs my help

Exhibit C) Usopp trying to instil confidence in the villagers and also show off

Zoro: Focused on finding the others

[heavenequals]

Can you do sleepy morning sex with the Lin Kuei boys :)

SNOOZE — MORNING SEX W/ THE LIN KUEI TRIO

✮ afab anatomy, otherwise no pronouns mentioned.

theres nothing bi-han loves more than having his morning wood deep inside your sweet little pussy.

freezing hands stir you from your slumber, hands that slipped into the hem of your underwear before traveling down slowly.

"bi-han.." you let out a tired whine, bi-han only grunting in response as he rested against your shoulder, observing your face carefully with an unwavering stare. his hand would tear off your underwear without a thought, your mouth opened and ready to protest, only for a moan to rip from your throat instead. his cold finger plunged deep inside you, a low patronizing chuckle leaving him.

"stay quiet for me, hm?" his voice rumbled against your skin as he placed wet kisses along your shoulder. he began thrusting his finger in and out of you at a tantalizingly slow pace, his thumb rubbing the slit of your clit; you could only let out drowsy moans, your mind fogged by lust and languorous. what better way to be woken up?

you felt a knot build in the lower region of your abdomen, and bi-han knew you were getting close just by the feeling of you clenching desperately around his finger. he pulls out with a slick pop, not even giving you the satisfaction of finishing.

"bi-han –" you'd croak before he silenced you with a quick slam of his hips. a cry escaping you as he shoved his cock deep inside your warm gummy walls.

"fuck.. don't move," he'd warn, his morning voice gruff and sending vibrations straight to your already aching pussy. you could almost cry from how good it felt to be full of him before looking over your shoulder to see bi-han falling asleep against you, inside you. was he seriously going to leave you like this?

"bi-han please," you plead tirelessly. you attempted to lift your hips to gain some movement, but bi-han's firm grip remained on your hips, holding you still against him.

"shh.. let me hold you like this and i'll reward you later," his thumb rubbed icicles around your thigh that made you shiver. bi-han felt so cozy in your pussy, he just had to stay like this; even if he got you so worked up.

you could only helplessly whimper. bi-han was clearly annoyed and only replied in a rough thrust, his dick kissing your cervix that would send out another cry from you. that was just a taste of what he could give you.

"i'll fuck you when you deem worthy. obey and i'll fuck you good, my needy bitch."

both you and kuai liang knew he was obsessed with your cunt on his mouth, to the point he just couldn't wait to taste you after a filthy dream.

your body jolted awake, a strangled moan escaping you before you looked down to see kuai liang lazily mouthing at your clothed pussy. you attempt to close your thighs around him, but his power grip on your thighs refrained you from doing so.

"keep your legs open baby.. fuck, need you to cum on my face," he growled against your clit, the tire in his voice a rumble and sent to your groin. lazy eyes staring up at you as he forced your panties to the side, immediately plunging his tongue inside you, lapping at you desperately.

you cry out in bliss, arching your back as you fucked yourself onto kuai liang's tongue, which he graciously allowed. you could feel the bed move from liang rutting into the bed, trying to get a sense of relief from the minor friction. although, it seemed he was already getting off from your pleasure.

his tongue slow, and thrusting in and out of you as he sucked on your clit. his hold on your thighs were no doubt going to leave marks. you quivered against him, teetering on the edge from his oral alone.

your pornagraphic moans mixed with lewd slurping echoed throughout the room, kuai liang was eating you out like a starved man. feeling you throb against his mouth and your pussy clenching around him, he flattened his tongue inside you with a groan; ready to have you cream in his mouth.

"come on, baby. cum on my face, making a fucking mess."

it isn't rare for tomas to be particularly worked up in the morning, actually its quite the opposite. it's almost become a... routine for him to wake you up, to help him with his little problem.

"bunny.." the desperate whines of your boyfriend would awaken you with a sigh. your back against his chest as his hands fondled at your chest, you knew exactly why he had woken you up.

"tomas, it's too early.. can't you wait?" you'd complain, your breath hitching in your throat from the feeling of tomas's hand wandering to your already wet cunt. he had gotten you so worked up without you realizing.

"know you want it too, bunny.. please. just a quick one," tomas cooed breathlessly into your ear. he was already in the motion of removing your panties, and he was so desperate. who were you to deny your needy boyfriend?

you could feel his cock prod at your inner thigh till you heard the shuffles of him releasing his eager dick from its containments. you looked over your shoulder, seeing tomas already begin to align himself with your entrance before impatiently shoving his thick length inside you.

"t-tomas!" you cry, whipping your head back and onto his shoulder, your pussy spasming around him, almost cumming on the spot.

tomas only whispered a tiny sorry as he began thrusting into you. it was lazy and sloppy, yet so perfect for a morning like this. you grinded down onto his cock, matching his lazy rhythm. soft moans leaving both of you, the squelching of your pussy around him aroused him further.

he held you by your waist, bouncing you on his dick with his inconsistent yet harsh pace. you could feel him graze your sweet spot, pressure rapidly building in your tummy with your walls clenching onto him like your life depended on it.

"y..yes, baby — hnngh... so good to me.. wanna feel you cum around my dick. come on pretty, wanna see you cum."

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[moonhze]

ayla's porch wasn't looking spooky enough, so i tried to change that.

[plutonify]

Misaligned Thought: 1 - Jazz & Prowl

Prowl and Jazz were partner enforcers with a love-hate relationship

They were each considered the best of their respective academies

1(Jazz): You see how OP and Shock are?

2(Prowl): Yes.

3(Jazz): Think we’ll ever be like that?

4(Prowl): Doubt it.

Jazz had a secret life as an assassin. His mission was to fix the system. One bot at a time

Prowl was secretly a cyber-ninja in training, being chosen and taught by Yoketron himself

[imagionationstation]

LET ME THREATEN YOUR SANITY ONCE MORE

MORE FREEZE FRAMES FOR YOU, MATE. I scrolled through the episodes to find these, just for you.

I'M IN TEARS BTW😭💀

WHY IS THIS THE FUNNIEST THING TO ME:

[crystal-wingeddragon-spikes]

An Alan Becker-verse experimental comic

No, that wouldn't kill The Chosen One. If it was that easy, everything would be over in year 2006. The Chosen One's POV of a related story is here.

Why is the art style changes every panel? It is experimental. Sorry.

There is a mistake, the 64 MB flash drive was from 20 years ago, not 10. I stumbled upon "Look at this flash drive from 10 years ago.", and it turns out the post is also from 10 years ago.

The glasses shape change is intentional. In reality, Alan is wearing round framed glasses, but from The Chosen One's perspective, the screen reflection made them believe the glasses were always a pair of rectangles. Use that information as you will.

I might tell you all the details. This has a lot of subtle hints and backstories. If you ask

It is mainly from Teenager Alan "noogai3" Becker's point of view.

Happy New Year.

[macabrevampire]

looks at you