#//deep sigh

[omaano]

Yesterday I've spent a good couple of hours outlining a drawing and I just had a minor heart attack wondering if I really had consistently drawn Cody's scar on the wrong side of his face all this time... Then I realized that the canvas was flipped and all is good

[blind--magic]

//Small Update: Working on the Rules/Bio/Things links for mobile now!

//It’s just gonna take a hot second ;-;

[royalarchivist]

Slimecicle: What is "graphic Destiel sex"?

(Context: He's playing a game called "Supernatural" and a mod pinned this message)

[eggsmas-art]

I’m not escaping any time soon,,

[who-always-pays-their-taxes]

the hilarity of some government agency trying to track down Alvin Draper and they’re like “what can we find out about him??” and some tech person is like “Outside of his theft from the German Museum of anthropology, he also allegedly attended a gotham city lamaze class in 1998.”

[lifemod17]

Welp

[polarolds]

late to the party but barbie meme ft. arthur and sadie

plus bonus sadie doodles 🤲 :

[its-your-mind]

I hate this website. Of course I found out putin’s going to world prison via the tumblr trending tab alongside the tag #spn.

[morganbritton132]

Steve: A group of a crows is called a murder and a group of ferrets is called a business. What’s a group of cows called?

Eddie: Herd of cows

Steve: Yeah, I’ve heard of them but what is a bunch of them called?

Eddie: *loud silence*

[boygirlctommy]

You cannot kill me in a way that matters

happy 4th birthday L'Manberg!! o7

check out my commissions :D

[murdrdocs]

eye ... just had a thought but abt stiles (cw unprotected piv + creampies)

stiles fucking you, hips pushing into yours with a certain desperation you only get to see in small doses. tonight, he's let completely go, doe eyes bigger and more watery than usual, his tongue looser than it's ever been before as he babbles praises, his grip tight and unyielding against your skin. it's cute, adorable even, to watch him drive himself insane as you purposefully squeeze around him, your nails dragging along his scalp, pushing the sweat-matted hair off of his forehead affectionately.

you know that the cause of his demise is technically your fault, as you were the one begging to forgo the use of a condom for the night. you needed stiles, you really did, but he'd made you cum twice, and a third was brewing, and at this point you were more entranced with the way he managed to hold off throughout your own orgasms. you were transfixed with his appearance, eagerly awaiting for his warning.

the words follow quicker than you'd expected, a pathetic whimper of, "i'm close," slipping past his swollen lips. you know he's telling you to unlink your ankles from his back. he's asking you to let him pull away from you, to prevent a potential accident that would cause more trouble than it's worth.

but you couldn't care less right now, reckless behavior be damned. your link at his back tightens, you pull him closer into you, your nails dig into his scalp as a warning when his eyes widen, almost comically.

"sweetheart, ah, lemme, i gotta–" you shake your head, pulling stiles down for a kiss. he hesitates, but he could never resist your lips, his own puckering to meet yours in a messy, sloppy kiss that is more clashing of teeth and tongue and swapping of saliva than anything else.

your lips separate from his with enough room to speak, enough room for his attentive ears—used to seeking out your moans and whimpers and whines—to hear you.

"come in me, stiles. please, i need it."

stiles would never deprive you of something you wanted, much less something you needed. so he nods, obedient in nature, and then his thrusts get sloppy and he stills with one hard thrust, warm spurts of cum painting your walls. you gasp, unused to the feeling, back arching as stiles' thumb circles your clit. your own orgasm (the third of the night) sinks into you, sliding down throughout your body as stiles is still twitching from his.

he doesn't pull out, not yet, instead burying his head in the crook of your neck, letting you comb through his hair as the both of you attempt to regain your breath. stiles miraculously recovers first, lips appreciatively kissing over your sweaty skin, hand rubbing along your side until it stops.

he stills once more, lifting himself up to look you in the eye. "you took your pill this morning, right?" you nod, still a little hazy from the feeling of stiles' cum leaking out around his cock still sheathed inside of you. "and uh ... how much is plan b again?"

you shrug. "around 50 i think?"

a beat. "shit."

[personallysunny]

I think they're neat

[dragonpyre]

Psych au where Shawn Spencer comes clean at the end of the pilot like “haha that was fun. But seriously guys I’m just good at spotting things. I’m not actually psychic” but no one believes him.

[gludgenbell]

somehow I thought og sqh being a sleazy car salesman type of person was canon and have been characterizing him to that personality only to find out right now that hey that's not in the book!

Anyway have og sqh, peaklord extraordinaire

[raineyz]

miscellaneous detco

[hinamie]

atla!au designs part 3 !! one of these things is uh. not like the others

first year trio gojo/choso/nanami