#oh...this is so embarrassing

[egophiliac]

don't think I'm not still obsessing over 7-12

[demaparbat-hp]

Crush, crush, crush!

[quirinah]

she dun on my geon till i meshi

[infernoflorys]

media: narcissists only get their supply from directly abusing everyone around them until everyone is manipulated and forced to see them as god.

my friend: i appreciate that you did this task for me. you are a good friend

me, grinning, blushing, twirling my hair, getting the supply: haha no problem man

[emariedraws]

This man is NEVER beating the dog allegations

[caprart1]

I love a man who needs to be put in a mental ward but looks angelic being insane

[mimefish]

ok so did anyone else jump at the lore potential and imagery and symbolism of joel walking down a long narrow corridor to a red door he created to end his series completely of his own volition only for the trap to not work and embarrass him in front of the spectators who were all watching at the time btw. so he just had to go off and kill himself with ender pearl spam. anyone else

[yo-yo-yoshiko]

It occurred to me the other day that the Candy Crew aren't actually interacting with a whole lot of people who have context for what gummies, chocolate bars, and pudding cups are and that's really funny actually...

[seiwas]

cw: pro-hero bakugo, reader has boobs, kind of explicit/nsfw? idk i describe boobs, reader is smaller and shorter than bakugo, unedited sawry

bakugo's muscle tee looks as ill-fitting as it'll ever be draped over you.

there are reasons for this, perfectly founded and logical reasons for why that is—the main one being that, it's, well, his; two, maybe even three sizes larger than what it should be to fit you properly.

but, he can't stop staring, and there are reasons for that too—the main one being that, it's his, and yet, the only way he can ever imagine it now is when it's being worn by you.

your hips sway to the song you've been humming for the past five minutes. it's the same one, the chorus on a perpetual loop. he's sure it's the only part you know; you do this often enough that it's the only part he knows now, too.

the hem of his tee hits right at the top of your thighs, concealing just enough to tease, but he’s confident that if you reach up even the slightest bit for the cupboard overhead, there'll be nothing to hide.

he feels a little bit like a creep like this, watching as he stands in the middle of your shared living room, but it's impossible too look away—you've got to be doing this on purpose, right?

heat flares inside of him when you turn your body ever so slightly, the armhole of his muscle tee large enough to give him the clearest view of skin—

he gulps.

it's smooth, sloping just right; the side view of your under boob curves into its perfect shape and he can imagine it, feel—

(is this considered perving if he's been with you for years?)

the pan in front of you sizzles as you plop in god knows what. you pour in something from the side and wait, one hand propped on the hip you pop out. then, you pick up the pan, attempting to flip what's inside (probably a pancake, now that he thinks about it).

it’s hard to focus on what you’re cooking though, especially when all he sees is plump flesh jiggling, bouncing as you further agitate the pan.

he just got the pants of this suit readjusted, and now they're fucking tight.

bakugo normally runs hot; it’s kind of part of his dna. but this warmth is different, flushing him from head to toe. it creeps up the side of his neck, painting the tips of his ears a blooming red.

you turn around then, plopping the pancake on the plate atop the counter behind you.

"oh! you're done," you greet him with a smile. so. fucking. casually.

as if your tits aren't fucking peaking against the gray fabric of his tee.

as if you think he buys the fake innocence poorly concealing that sly, conniving look in your pretty eyes.

as if you aren't standing in front of him in his muscle tee, wearing nothing underneath it like you didn’t do this on purpose. like you don’t know what it fucking does to him.

his eyes squint suspiciously, deep vermillion staring straight into yours.

you tilt your head, the tips of your lashes kissing the top of your cheekbones as you blink. you reach for a bottle of honey.

“everything okay?” you ask, voice syrupy, sickeningly sweet.

your movements play in front of him languidly, the corner of your lips curling up slightly as you smirk. honey catches on your finger as you pop open the bottle cap.

he’s supposed to be out the door in five minutes if he wants to make it in time for a meeting at the agency. technically, he should already be there if he wants to keep up his track record of consistently being fifteen minutes too early.

but you start to approach him, rounding the kitchen island. there’s a narrow space between him and the slab of marble, but you slide into it like it was made for you.

he’s certain it was, from the way the tip of your nose brushes against his as you tiptoe. your tits are right fucking there, brushing against the skintight material of his suit.

there’s too much fucking fabric if you ask him, between cotton and spandex.

your grin widens, and he feels hot, the heat from his cheeks radiating.

then you whisper, still saccharine, “breakfast is ready,” before kissing him on the lips lightly. a short peck, soft in the way that promises more before you slip away, giggling in your retreat.

he huffs, watching you leave. his feet shift as he thinks.

five minutes, huh?

like hell he’s going to eat these damn pancakes for breakfast today.

[bertoyana]

X-MEN: FIRST CLASS (2011) dir. MATTHEW VAUGHN

+bonus. erik looking up and down at charles and charles looking smug as hell. which could mean nothing.

[tianhai03]

alright where are the people who asked for ardante come get your food 🗣️

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

hrrrmmmmm.. I know it isn't halloween BUUT

more vampire/werewolf fiddlestan?? :}

Took me FORever to answer these, you guys don't even want to know the amount of asks I have that I really want to answer with full comics 😭🙏

Anywayy, sorry to keep you, @elishevart waiting for responses to your asks, when you've sent so many, so long ago!!

Comic time 🤞😋

I call this one: Second hand embarrassment and surprise guest: Continuity Error!! ❤️

Previous!!

First!!

[manticorecure]

"im so proud of you."

reference under the cut (from alienstage official twt!)

[burningcheese-merchant]

Worst artist in the BurningCheese community decides to get uppity (again), makes fankid collage/group photo in celebration of us all sharing a brain cell

Left to right:

Leftmost is @stories4eve 's (1)*

Little bro being a nuisance up north is @sunny-sourzii 's (2)

To their right, and to the immediate left of the middle one, is @estarletnova 's (3)

Middle Pepper Jack, aka the best and coolest and most adorable one, is my little guy

Pepper Jack immediately to the right of mine is @ewitsewwie 's (5)

And then next to that, furthest right, is @rawaso 's (6) I'm still extremely sorry for thinking yours looked too similar to mine. What a fucking blunder honestly. I need new glasses

Bonus panel featuring my little guy's sister, titled "I Got Really Tired At The End And Just Wanted To Scribble". There are suddenly six versions of Matar Paneer's brother, at least one of them not even being a boy(?), and she is extremely confused. Either somebody explains to her what's going on or she starts stabbing the other 5 with her katar because she thinks they're evil doppelgangers of some sort

If any of the artists tagged here want the individual doodles of their kiddies just let me know. I made sure to save them all before editing them together. I'll send them to your ask box(es) or something

*I'm sorry to Eve for changing your kid's look. I honestly could not make sense of his appearance no matter how hard I tried. The other ones were difficult enough for me as they were lol. I did this for my own sake. Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa

[huginsmemory]

Was thinking about Ford and like... He's a character that's defined by being strange, being Othered and ostracized, and how what's different is wrong (and often underneath, dangerous). And because of that he's so deeply lonely when Stan leaves, and so much of his life is trying to be accepted or to prove his worth to be loved/accepted then through scientific and academic renown. And what's so interesting is he tries to do it through strangeness. His Grand Unified Theory of Weirdness. He's going to prove his worth, he's going to be accepted through proving the worth of Weirdness and Strange phenomena to light... like the portal was never just about being 'famous'. Ford saw himself in his work, and that's why he reacts so strongly when Fiddleford leaves the project because Fiddlefords not just rejecting the portal, Fiddleford's rejecting Ford. Ford's work in gravity falls, on the portal is more than a ticket to proving his selfworth it's also Ford proving he himself matters in a way, you know? And beneath that is a desire to be accepted, to be loved for who you are, because Ford could never not be something Othered, but he could perhaps prove that the Strange, the Other--who he himself is--is important. And I mean like, Bill also fits in this because he came to Ford, he gave Ford that acceptance and importance, but only between them, and he also was able to lean into Ford's desire for wider acceptance by giving Ford tools to create this 'proof' of the strange, to prove Ford importance, through the portal...

Only for everything to fall apart. Both Fiddleford and Bill were unable to accept Ford for who he is, what Ford had always desired and somewhat had with the two of them. This violation of autonomy done by Fiddleford with the memory gun and Bill becoming violent after Ford refuses to engage with him after Bill's cards are shown... And the work Ford's done to prove himself as important, to become important is all just a shill for Bill's world domination plans. Like. Fuck, man. The emotions you must have there. The horror and rejection and also what does this say about you? That the work you did to prove yourself important is so indelibly intertwined with this demon? With something that intends harm? The monstrosity, the danger within the Other, within the Strange, and how that applies to you? Isn't this the opposite of what you were trying to prove, to show you are something worthwhile, instead of something strange and wrong and worst of all, dangerous?

[thekittyokat]

you ever just have a lot, a LOT of feelings all at once about a character and not even remotely enough words or brainpower to FORM the words to describe everything you're feeling. so it feels like you may explode. yeah