#[♡friend's art♡]

[thebrainrotsreal]

Drew this real quick because I fucking love these two so much ???? Especially Bee. I wish they interacted more so badly. PLEASE.

Also learning how to draw these guys.. slowly.

[swampybogg]

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[hajihiko]

Just you and me and me and you just us and our mutual very close friend Steve

[lumilore]

who do you think he's looking at?

[stnaf-vn]

Does friend have cake tho-

[call-me-copycat]

Look at them! Ahh, it's so cool seeing them in color ﾌｯ(⸝⸝⸝≖ᴗ≖​⸝⸝)‧⁺✧*

My friend @bokunocolor colored this! He has a lot of others to look at too! (Thanks again for the coloring!)

[sskk-manifesto]

Bungou Stray Dogs: Dead Apple and how “ability users” (opposite to “normal people”) learning to accept themselves through the acceptance of their own abilities is a queer metaphor of acceptance of own's sexual orientation and gender: an essay by me

[saviscreating]

Sethos just wanted to hang out 🫤

(inspired by a recent co op with @demonvibezart 💚💜)

likes and reblogs appreciated

[bl00doodle]

LOOKIN A LITTLE LGBT... 🫣🏳️‍🌈

[thebrainrotsreal]

Freeing myself from the shackles of an organized comic format to get this idea out of my head!! Also, just follow the numbers if the layout is too confusing otherwise, but basically I want Spectra to be Jazz's Nemesis so bad. It just makes sense.

SO: the hypothetical episode's showdown would be them battling, and no Danny, he's already got beef with a packers obsessed billionaire. Now, Spectra's got the high ground with overwhelming power, but she's sloppier and easily irritated because of it! Jazz then outsmarts her, getting her angry enough to make enough mistakes to be corned and canned by the thermos.

Also minor spelling error ugh, meant to put "no one could", not "no could".

[edenfire]

💞💗 gorb overload!! 💗💞

thank you to everyone who participated in my little gorb event!! I hope you enjoy akira being overrun by an army of gorbs🥰💘💞🌸

I know the results weren't what we wanted, but it's not the time to give up!! we gotta keep surviving together💞💞

[carnelianly]

this post contains noncon! please don’t read if that will be upsetting! i would never promote this in real life, and people, men or women, are always unable to consent to any kind of contact while intoxicated!

art is your friend. not your boyfriend. not your dog that you can tug around on a leash like you seem to think you can. he has a girlfriend. he’s madly in love with her. he doesn’t want you. sure, he can acknowledge that you’re pretty and he can tell himself, in the comforts of his own head ‘if i were single, i’d.. definitely go for her’. in another life, maybe he was yours. not in this one.

but he was invited out to the bar by patrick who also invited you and a couple other friends and he doesn’t mind your presence at all. you’re.. you’re nice enough. you may make him a little nervous when you smile like that, but that’s not for him to say. he keeps himself polite but distant in conversation with you.

he drinks a little too much. patrick always suggests shots and what is art supposed to do? say no? look like a pussy?

he downs them anyway, one after another until it’s two hours later and he forgets he’s barely eaten much all day and there’s so much alcohol in his system that he can’t stand up straight.

not to worry, you’re them to catch him before he falls over. patrick and the others are off talking about some nonsense, but you’re being so nice and helpful, you wipe the drool from his chin and fix his hair and he smiles faintly at you in gratitude.

you smile back at him, one arm holding him up since he’s not stable enough to stand on his own, half leaning on the bar counter and half relying on you to keep him up. your other hand is… art isn’t really paying attention. feels weird, though. it’s between his thighs, rubbing the skin softly, almost teasingly. art isn’t coherent enough to understand what’s happening.

you’re smiling at him, telling him everything is gonna be fine, because it will be. everything will be okay. he doesn’t have to worry, you’ll take care of him, keep him safe. there’s so many bad people in this world that might try to hurt him, steal his wallet, take advantage of him. you’re not like that. you’re just gonna keep talking to him like this until it’s time to leave and then you’re gonna take him home. he’s too drunk to get back to his place by himself, so you’ll just let him stay at yours. so gracious of you.

he listens because he has no other choice, and he’s not as much letting you touch him but not able to stop you. your hand is on his crotch, massaging him through his jeans, and he moans and he falls forward into you, resting his head on your shoulder. he’s weak. unable to do anything but take this treatment. your hand that was keeping him upright moves to his ass, always so plump and thick, god, he obviously does it for his girlfriend but he might as well have done it for you, in this moment.

you could so easily take what you wanted from him, especially because you’re sure he’s about to black out and remember nothing. but you’re a better person than that, you tell yourself. you’re just touching, you’re not gonna break anything.

you end up taking him into the bathroom, and he’s too drunk to know what he’s doing, but hey, he kissed you first, even if he’s tripping over his own feet and practically drooling into your mouth. it’s hot, and you feel him up some more. it feels wrong to fuck him, too permanent. he’d definitely know what happened then. he’s smart when he’s sober, smart enough anyway.

in the end, he’s taken home with patrick and a couple of buddies, taking a shared uber home while art is blacked out, while you go off by yourself.

the next time you see art, he definitely does not remember what happened that night. he does feel a little weird around you, but he can’t quite put his finger on why your presence is so.. uncomfortable all of a sudden…

[hitwiththetmnt]

So many gifts, thank you Misa!

@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

Cabin #7 (7 Wonders of the Turtleverse)

[hajihiko]

Drunk doodling I did yesterday

[romantic-revolution-iv]

THE DRESS

Cassian stood at the window of the safe house on Coruscant, pondering the details of today's mission. He sighed heavily, realizing that he was going to spend another evening in the company of imperial officers, pompous nobility and, most difficult of all, Jyn, dressed in another evening dress.

Cassian had found it difficult to concentrate on work before when the girl was within his sight, but now things have become much worse. He was constantly losing his concentration. Cassian tried to figure out what kind of clothes could be with which Jyn would not be able to distract him from his mission. But after going through a lot of options, he could only come up with one — a spacesuit for spacewalking. “I'm ready,” Jyn's voice brought Cassian back to reality. He turned around and looked at the girl who was standing in the middle of the room in a tight-fitting dress made of light flowing fabric. At least it was long and covered the cleavage. This lit a small spark of hope in Cassian's soul. “Don’t you think it's too much?” Jyn turned and Cassian saw the low-cut framing her bare back. Before it could ignite, the spark flew into outer space in search of a spacesuit. “Your dress will be death of me all evening,” Cassian said, frowning. Jyn walked up to her unfortunate partner and whispered softly with a smile. “We can get rid of it when we get back.”