#summarizer

[juliasmith2321]

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[starberry-cupcake]

I was re-watching the little mermaid and it got me thinking: it would have been so cool to be a guest to eric's weddings tbh

this guy's been raving about this mystery girl he says saved him and left him on the beach but nobody believes him, then he found a different girl in the same beach, proceeded to date her for a couple of days in front of the whole town, but then turns up with a different one (allegedly the first one) and decides he's marrying her on the spot

and you're like, sure, I need to see this mess

so you go to the wedding and it's WILD: there's some sort of animal riot, every creature is attacking the bride (including the prince's dog), town date redhead is being carried into the wedding ship in a barrel by a small fish, you're like 'I need to see how this turns out' and then mystery redhead, who was supposedly unable to talk, starts singing???? and talking??? and they're about to kiss???? but then the bride turns into sexy cthulhu???? and the redhead grows a fish tail???? and sexy cthulhu bride drags redhead into the water??????

you are taken ashore while the groom goes to fetch one of the brides, unsure which but all signs point to the redhead that was carried in the barrel, and then there's a storm, and sexy cthulhu becomes gigantic and is wearing a crown and you're like 'work, bitch' while eating snacks and then it's all over and sexy cthulhu disappears

but then there's another wedding announced and you're like 'I'm sure it can't top the first one' but you attend and TRITON shows up too????? myth and legend lord of the sea king triton from the stories????? with a white beard and an 8 pack and the same crown sexy cthulhu was wearing??? turns out he's the FATHER OF THE BRIDE??????? and there are mermaids everywhere, all around the ship, kind of unnerving tbh really really scary situation, but it's fine because triton is making rainbows in the sky and hugging the bride and manipulating water and you're also pretty sure the chef just got decimated by a crab?????

royal weddings should all be like these tbh this prince sure knows how to throw them like nobody else in the disney pantheon

[mostly-natm]

Say NO to conclusions for essays! All my friends HATE conclusions for essays!

[wanderingibon]

anya deserved so much better

[softloomtraining]

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[ysther]

vat7k fandom will you accept me

[oyabun-draws]

reupload bc i just noticed that i uploaded a version with the scar layer hidden IM SORRY POOKIES!!!

[aq2003]

this is SUCH a good line

[xxplastic-cubexx]

alternate apocalypse ending or something who the hcrist knows anymore

[yelrabmena]

fnaf analog horror series where each episode is just 20 minutes of william afton kicking puppies, stealing candies from and popping balloons of small children, causing 9/11 sixteen years earlier (he does it again on the correct date later on don't worry) , all including a loud screaming audio for everytime he does something evil that goes for longer than it should. Also Freddy's barely if is important except for it being where he does the evil and there being a fazbear branded plane

at least 10 videos, each by different people, will be made for each episode talking about how it's "the scariest fnaf content ever made" and "made fnaf ACTUALLY SCARY again!!!" while the thumbnail is something like a monochrome photo of the twin towers with a fucked up looking springtrap facing the viewer with "HE DESTROYED THEM" written in bold, big red text

[comatosebunny09]

Neighbor Sylus, coming back from an event or meeting, all dressed up, hair slicked back, smelling delightful. 

He’s at his door, about to unlock it, when he hears a car pull up in the rain-laden parking lot. He peers over the balcony of the breezeway through the silver torrents coming down. The driver cuts the lights, and he recognizes that car instantly. It’s yours. 

You’ve been avoiding him since the night you kissed him when you were shit-faced drunk. As long as he’s waited to ruin your friendship (in a good way), he didn’t want to take advantage of you that night. Not when you wouldn’t remember what happened the following day.

But you did remember, and that’s where all this mess stems from. Why you’d been playing keep-away with him, avoiding him like a sickness, brief with your exchanges as if you were afraid he’d eat you. 

He’s missed your daily texts. Your phone calls. Your impromptu visits to his apartment, or his to yours. You filled a hole in his life he didn’t realize needed filling. 

He’s given you your space. Didn’t want to exacerbate things, as he thought, maybe you only kissed him because you were drunk. Maybe there was no meaning behind it, and he was reading too much into things. 

Regardless of how you feel about him, he doesn’t like this awkwardness stewing between you. You’re like sunshine breaking through grey clouds after a week of rain—and that’s saying a lot, because he typically abhors the sun.

He gets out of his head when your car door slams shut. You’re scuttling about, trying to grab something from the backseat. You’re donned in something casual, loose-fitting, but it’s not enough to protect you from the downpour. What is he going to do with you? Are you trying to get sick?

Without a second thought, he pushes into his apartment to snatch an umbrella from his entryway. He takes the steps leading down to the parking lot two by two, strolling up to your frantic form. Your proverbial knight in matte-black armor.

You look up at him when the rain ceases pelting down on you, reminiscent of a sad, wet puppy, clutching a stack of papers to your chest. For a moment, tension swells. You’re so god damn adorable, all pouty with your hair sticking to your face. He tries to keep cool, like you don’t take his breath away, make his throat dry. Like he doesn’t want to tug you into his arms and kiss you, all romantic like one of those scenes in a romcom, taking place in the rain.

You break the silence first, sighing something relieved, a wobbly smile cresting over your lips. “Thanks,” you simply state, voice so small, it contends with the pitter-patter of the rainfall against his umbrella. 

His lips twitch into a semblance of a smile, eyes soft, fond. He tilts his head towards your complex, saying, “We should get inside before the rain kicks up.” 

You nod, following beside without another word, clinging to those papers for dear life. He studies you in his peripheral vision. Hopes your dryer still works. And if it doesn’t, he’s more than happy to take a look at it for you again.

You get up the steps to your apartment, and he feels his gut churning like it’s empty. He doesn’t want to let you go, doesn’t want to relinquish this small pocket of time where he’s been closer to you in a matter of seconds than he’s been in the past two weeks. You turn to him after unlocking your door, awkwardly looking every which way but at him.

“Thanks,” you mutter once more as if it burns. 

It pains him, this cold unease, but he understands. He got his hopes a little too high. With a hand stuffed in his pocket, he offers you a smile and a casual wave. Prepares to step across the hall to retreat into his home, but you stop him with that unsure little voice at his back.

“Um…”

He peers over his shoulder, brows shooting up in question. Hopefulness. He watches you grapple with words, shifting your weight between your feet. Finally, you look at him, and it’s like being struck by lightning.

“You wanna…come inside for a bit? Dry off? Feel kinda bad. Your shoulder got wet.”

He subconsciously feels the dampness bleeding into his skin. The fact that you would use something so insignificant as an excuse to stay around him makes his heart pull. Maybe you missed him as much as he missed you. 

“Sure,” he remarks, unable to contain the whisper of a smile breaking out on his lips. 

He follows you inside, and the familiar aroma of lavender and line-dried linen wafting from within rushes over him like a soothing balm. It’s dark inside. A little cool from your AC. He watches you shuffle through the inkiness, navigating around your furniture to switch on a light. 

“You can use the dryer if you want,” you offer, sifting through your wet hair after dropping those papers on your coffee table.

He stands rigid in the entryway, tight-lipped and thoughtful. Watches how your shirt hugs your torso, how your sweats droop, bogged down by the rain. He gets a little view of the warm skin at your back, and his body feels like he’s submerged in ice.

He doesn’t know what takes over. What exactly propels him forward. Doesn’t take the time to kick off his shoes—you can yell at him for it later. But he’s moving before he can fully process things, tearing through the stillness of your apartment with the finesse of a jaguar. He switches off the light before you fully turn around, immersing your living room in murkiness again. And he’s reaching for your hips, roosting his hands on them, tugging you close until your breath abandons you in a gasp.

He makes out that doe-eyed, confused look, the want coloring the edges, the way your lips part and quiver. He studies your mouth for a beat longer before angling himself down to graze over your lips with his. 

“Why don’t we try this again?” he breathes, drunk and out of his mind. 

Your throat swells with words, but he’s kissing you before you can get them out. Ardent, tender, desperate, cautious. He breaks the seal of your lips with his tongue after your surprise ebbs, and you sigh something relieved into his mouth, your hands coming up to cup his jaw as you lean more into him.

He’s dizzy with need, caught up in the pressure of your lips, the warmth, how right it feels to kiss you, those cute little sounds you make as he leaves no part of your mouth unscathed by his tongue. He doesn’t realize he’s backed you up against a wall until you push out a breath from the collision, but he doesn’t let up. Not when you’re just as eager for this, your fingers sifting through his hair, your body hot and pliant like wax under warmed palms, pushing against his.

He’s not sure what he’s thinking when he hikes your legs up to wrap them around his waist. But judging by how your ankles instinctively lock at the small of his back and how you drag him impossibly closer, he hasn’t crossed a line. Not yet. He cups your ass in his palms, peeling you from the wall to effortlessly walk you into your bedroom. He remembers the layout of your apartment like the back of his hand, he’s been here so frequently. 

He’s missed this; missed you. And maybe you’ve missed him too, giggling between kisses with the prettiest little smile on your face like you’ve been waiting for him to ruin your friendship, too.

[tempo-takoyaki]

I forgot he had a birthday. Happy late birth little guy.

[tthoroughfare]

some random modern!abby headcanons as i Cannot think about anything else. NSFW in the latter half spit kink asf i’m not sorry

she’s chronically offline. has social media but does not use it — her IG has one photo from 3 years ago and the only other social media she has is a facebook account she made when she was 14. her entire page is just shit her dad tags her in; photos of her he’s taken while they’re on vacation, cringey middle aged humor, the Facebook Parent works

90% of the time only uses her phone for what a phone is actually for. probably has a super old one because she doesn’t see the point in replacing it; it’s somehow in like perfect condition though

texts in perfect grammar. before you got used to it you literally thought she was mad at you all the time. hasn’t got it figured out what emojis make sense contextually because she doesn’t really use them and occasionally sends you baffling messages like:

“Got off early. Can’t wait to see you. 😬” (was rushing and thought it was a smile)

but sometimes it’s also very cute, like a grandma who just figured out how to text:

“Do you want to tag along with Manny and Nora to a concert on Saturday? The people they were supposed to go with can’t anymore. 🎶🕺🎸”

the type of gf who will get you doing the most random activities. she’s constantly trying new hobbies and always wants you to be a part of it. she’ll decide on a sunday night she wants to pick up rock climbing, have you both signed up and in the climbing gym monday

or she’ll decide on a whim she wants to take you to a restaurant someone recommended even though it’s an hour and a half drive away

med student abby is canon abby…

she really didn’t want to be a cliche and go into it just because it’s what her dad does, but she was always encouraged to excel academically and found herself naturally drifting in that direction

she makes it look easy, but it’s really not. she gets stressed about everything a lot (particularly wrestling with worries about letting her dad down, which you reiterate she couldn’t do if she tried), but doesn’t really show anyone apart from you. you always make her feel better, though, just as she does for you with your problems

grew up well-off, but isn’t a dick about it. very generous with her money, always buying you little treats and picking up the bill despite your protests. takes you on weekends away wherever possible, or a bigger vacation somewhere tropical during the summer

honestly not the best cook… she’s just used to making food for herself, which tends to be pretty plain. gym bro meals ugh. however, has one or two incredible recipes she can pull out the BAG. makes them for you when she knows you’ve had a long day

would 100% be that post of the guy who set his alarm purposefully earlier so that he could wake up and cuddle his partner before he had to actually get up. she’s normally up before you, regardless of the day or time. abby’s an early riser; she loves the morning. you always stir with a warm drink on the bedside table, and either the sound of her pottering around the apartment or a text saying something along the lines of:

“Heading to the gym. Gave you a kiss before I left but you were still clean out, LOL.”

has extremely random and rogue music taste. same with movies. you figure this out not long into knowing her, when you’re talking about favorite films and she deliberates before carefully stating that her all-time top three are flushed away, interstellar and an old foreign movie you couldn’t pronounce if you tried

speaking of — loves movies! you guys frequent the cinema, but also like to stay in and have movie nights at home. you’ll watch just about anything together, taking it in turns to choose. when you stay in, you make it a Whole Thing. all the bedding gets moved to the living room, you buy snacks, she sits and lets you meticulously paint a face mask on her

sometimes, you’ll attentively watch the whole thing. sometimes, if you get halfway through and it’s not the best, she’ll allow her fingers to trail down from their position atop your upper arm in a manner she knows you’ll pick up on. dipping under your shirt and rubbing loose, gentle circles at your hip for what feels like forever, before nudging at your jaw with her nose and planting a light kiss. you turn to meet her, eyes flitting between hers and her lips; closing the gap and smirking against her mouth, “you’re not subtle.”

blowing air out of her nose and shrugging, she brings her free hand up to the nape of your neck, deepening the kiss. it’s slow and deliberate, everything from the way she moves her lips against yours, to how she steadily shifts you on top of her. she likes to take her time with you, gets off when you have to say please

segueing into nsfw… praise kink spit kink gentle domination vers dynamic hey now

loves it when you show her how desperate you are for her, through words or otherwise. while i can’t see her being much of a talker herself (not to say that’s at all), she encourages your blathering about how good she feels, how much you need her. bonus points if you throw her name in there somewhere

should the occasion arise will absolutely put you through the mattress with the strap, but much more so an acoustic girl. two finger tongue combo diva. for her, it’s all about feeling you. how you contract around her, the little signals your body gives her she’s learned so well

to her, that’s the main point of sex. feeling as much of you as she can, feeling close to you, showing you how much she worships you. it’s filthy, yet reverent and devoted. gets a little possessive sometimes, because you’re hers and only she can have you how she does

whether it be arched up, her fingers plowing into you as she kisses her way over your upper back, hand threaded through your hair. stopping to suck a mark where your neck meets your shoulder, murmuring to ask if you can take three (she knows you can, just wants to hear you say it)

or on top of her, legs slotted together and your hand firmly bracing yourself on her knee whilst you rut against her. hearing her get slightly louder and higher pitched, revelling in the way she looks up at you, brows drawn and eyes full. shared wetness pooling and mingling, her hands all over you like she can’t decide which inch of sweat-sheened skin she wants to touch more

or after you’ve eaten her out and she’s still coming down, you running a hand over the outside of her thigh then kissing over her stomach — making your way back up to her lips, allowing her to taste herself through the sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. licking into her dirtily, running a thumb over her lower lip and softly telling her to open. abby doing as you say; always does as you say. a glob of spit falling from your mouth to hers which she accepts gladly, breathing jagged as she swallows. spurred on, dragging you back in with fervor, moving a hand to circle over your sopping clit

she’s never been like this with anyone, never wanted everything of a person so badly. she’d do anything for you, to you, let you do anything to her

while she does like it to be languid, to last, sometimes she can’t help herself. it’ll be the morning and she’ll rouse, tired eyes dragging over your form. abby shifting closer and wrapping an arm around your waist, you’ll stir a little and groan softly, bringing a hand up to cup her cheek and pivoting your head to give her a kiss. both brains still foggy, operating on basic wants, it doesn’t take long for it to turn from an innocent good morning peck to a desperate mess of tongues. then, to her mouthing at your neck, sliding her fingertips over your bare torso to knead at your breast. you’ll tilt your head back, let out a mewl of her name, before remembering it’s a weekday.

“what time is it?” you’ll ask, freezing and subconsciously trying to look at the clock.

“don’t worry, we’ve got time,” she’ll respond against your skin without missing a beat, hand making its way between your legs and coaxing a sharp exhale from you, “i’ll be quick, i promise.”

she knows you well — she certainly can be quick. still has time to make you that coffee she always does, too.

[fibi-draws]

this was less of a danganronpa v3 redesign and more of a "drawing the drv3 characters in outfits i would actually enjoy drawing more than once" but it got completely out of hand

anyway - day three of trying to defeat artblock went great and [commissions are open] again <3

[stillprettyunoriginal]

good people of tumblr

hi :•>

so I’m making a friend get into hermitcraft and we’re making a master document basically of random little ways to sum up each CC as well as what they do/their vibe. For example we said that Ren stumbles into being a monarch Often, and just have “spoon” under Mumbo with no explanation. We’re compiling a fun little list, if anyone’s got sentences they wanna tack on, ESPECIALLY for the lovely anomalies such as Joe Hills and the nonsense Doc pulls or Bdubs Goes Through, I’d love to add em to the document :•>