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[lieutenant-sarcastic]

Fuck moon’s taking poison damage

[mearchy]

my favorite genre of fictional character is like "i am terrifying to almost everyone, i'm very good at killing, i can endure anything, i've become exceptionally good at playing into my reputation, and if you try to give me positive social interaction i will react with confusion and cower in a corner like an abused animal. and i may try to shoot you. but there is also a chance i may imprint on you like a feral dog receiving its first loving touch! good luck."

[pansylair]

Little begging dogfish!

Took some inspiration from spotted seabass for this one. sold! 🐟💙

[wasyago]

old art for a random au

big text here

[pangur-and-grim]

he’s had a long day

[shanklin]

Sentient Mystery Shack, who is really biased towards Stan, so when Ford tells Stan he has to give it back after the summer it’s on sight.

Ford keeps tripping over nothing, nothing is where it's supposed to be and somehow he keeps running into closets when he tries to go outside.

But the worst part, the WORST part is that Ford's lightbulb just won't. Work. No matter what he does it keeps flickering and exploding.

Ford is spiraling. 

There is no reason why it shoudln’t work. All his trial runs work perfectly. He’s already checked the Shacks wiring three times and relearned this dimensions science from the ground up. 

Nothing works.

The Rift? Bill? The impending apocalypse? Eating? Sleep? Who cares about that. 

WHY. WONT. THE. LIGHTBULB. WORK???

It doesn’t help that Stan keeps laughing at him.

“Then you do it!” Ford eventually snaps at Stan.

Stan shrugs and with a little song under his breath screws his own lightbulb in. It works perfectly.

Stanford screams.

[artingsumstuff]

Petition for them to have actually "hugged it out" in that one case.

[zeropro]

got anymore Sunstorm headcanons?

In my au, a mech's designation is part of their spark coding, they online with a unique designation. Of course, bots can change their name later, and it happens often. The headcanon is that Sunstorm, being a clone of Starscream, has a near identical spark signature, resulting in a bunch of copied coding. Shockwave is not amused.

[heartorbit]

MWAH!

[prosypepper]

a/n: super super suggestive but i got lazy. happy birthday to my husband. 18+ mdni!

“happy birthday, ken.”

the clock had just barely hit midnight, and you’re already climbing on top of your husband, ready to give him the first bit of birthday sex he’d be receiving. a silk nightgown—his favorite—barely covers your hips, tastefully riding up when you settle on kento’s lap.

“thank you, sweetheart,” nanami responds, big hands settling on your hips and gripping the fat there, “already giving me a gift?”

“mhm,” you purr, kissing your husband’s jawline and down his neck. your hands grip his shoulders, built and muscular, hard under your soft touch.

his chest presses against yours with every breath, puffs of air landing quietly against your skin. his blond hair is somewhat messy from his shower, still damp at the ends.

you wish you could describe in words how insane your husband drives you, but you’ll have to settle for actions—and even that isn’t enough.

“mm,” you moan into kento’s neck, lips leaving the small mark you’d formed, “can i ride you? please?” your voice is desperate, almost, but you know he’d let you do anything you wanted.

“mhm, yes.”

with his agreement, you slowly begin to lift the hem of your gown up, revealing the champagne-colored lingerie set you bought for tonight. it’s dangerous, almost—hugging too tight around your hips, fabric stretched so thin the outline of your most intimate areas can’t be hidden.

kento shamelessly stares at your body, eyes trailing down, up, and down again. the bulge in his boxers is comfortably nestled against your clothed mound, and god—you drive him crazy, too.

“you like?” you giggle, noting how he simply can’t take his eyes off of you, his mouth parting slightly in concentration. kento hums some sort of confirmation, hands running up and down your thighs.

you smile at nanami, beautifully, and lift yourself off him. he watches as you shift, throw a leg over his lap, straddling him while facing away. his eyes travel down the curve of your back, your shoulder blades and your spine, right down to the band of your panties.

you’re waiting. just how you are, rubbing nanami’s legs, waiting for him to notice. his thumb hooks into the right side of your lingerie, pulling the fabric down.

“what’s this?” he hums, dazed.

the pad of his thumb runs over the sore skin, still a little inflamed from your appointment earlier. it’s a pretty tattoo, a pretty font that almost matches nanami’s own handwriting.

k—his initial.

his mark on you, something that’ll last longer than the imprint of your wedding ring or the hickies he gives you every night.

“happy birthday, baby,” you breathe, moving your hips against kento before leaning back against his chest. nanami breathes deeply, composure about to snap, arms instinctively wrapping around you.

“yeah,” kento grits, voice dropping low, “happy birthday.”

[ditzybat]

jason: you don’t even know what my favorite book is, how could you even stand to call yourself my father if you don’t know me anymore!?

bruce: jay, your favorite is pride and —

tim: the velveteen rabbit.

jason: … i’ve had like two conversations with you outside of murder attempts, how do you know that?

tim: im not an amateur, i took my baby stalker duties very seriously!

[housecow]

name one thing cuter than a fat girl in jean shorts. you can’t

[pangur-and-grim]

Pangur's already grown in her fluffy winter coat

[chubby-p1nk]

I got excited by so many people seeing my last post ( 〃．．)

Soooo here's another one that I did some days ago.

AND YES, TIM HAS A RESTING BITCH DEFAULT FACE, EEEEPP

(Two of them can fly. Will they? Who knows- And THATS core 4 for me)

[ionomycin]

[awetfrog]

why doesn't haruspex, the biggest healer, simply eat the other two?