#(but not today)

[bigmickswingin]

and wu tang comes to us from the slums of shaolin

“pyjamas” comes to English from Urdu, that’s pretty wild.

[foone]

Want to see the worst keyboard I've made? No?

Too bad!

Here's the Hair Keyboard. I built this in 2020. It's basically just a relatively standard QWERTY membrane-dome keyboard, but it's got a very unique look, thanks to a lot of time spent with glue and fake fur from a hobby store. It took a LONG time to comb this thing into usability, and I cannot describe how it feels to type on.

An overall picture:

Some horrible pre-combing shots:

Bad Hair (Keyboard) day:

Fun fact: Posting this is causing my music to skip. I think my computer can't handle even the image of the Hair Keyboard.

[jonnywaistcoat]

4 in the morning (or as we call it "Poster's Noon") is usually when I decide it's a good idea to open the gently burning tire fire that is my Tumblr asks. It is the night that gives me the inspiration to reply and the fatigue that gives me the courage to hit "post".

[mastergir]

Save Marmalady from Collapsing Roof

My girlfriend Pochi's cat, Marmalady, is currently in a relative's house in Florida.

The problem is that its roof is actively collapsing.

Since she's in danger and about to have nowhere to go, I'm trying to arrange for emergency transport to get her back to us.

This is very much time-sensitive, so any assistance is greatly appreciated.

The GFM goal is assuming the worst case scenario for transportation costs so once we hit that, we'll leave immediately.

[vaultureculture]

I said I was going to draw him so I did

[anniilaugh]

2 years worth of wild moss/seaweed overgrowth in salty sea air. Sanji malfunctions.

@uniquetosmbody had such a galaxy brain prompt in twitter and my samurai aesthetics loving brain inhaled the bait, hook and sinker immediately. : D Thanks for being an inspiration! <3

Reference under the cut~

/casually foams/ How dare this man de gozaru

[theellipelli]

au where uta is left in foosha village and grows up alongside the asl brothers...

[wukyma]

I need more poseidon x polites

[Ps may I be their child 🙏]

Took me long enough, but I'm back with more food for y'all ✨️

Hear me out: Poseidon disguised as a human, fighting alongside Greeks in the Trojan war — hope that makes sense!

I looked up if he ever participated in the fight directly and apparently not,, just showed up one time as an old dude to give a pep talk and vanished. Ppl who are more knowledgeable on this pls correct me if I'm wrong 🙏

More stuff and yapping under the cut ⬇️

Poseidon has one (1) emotion and it's annoyance. At everything that moves. XDD

I like to think that Polites saw this cool & aloof dude who didn't talk to anyone, with a strong "don't fkn touch me" aura and decided: yep. that's the one. And went on to annoy him even more

To everyone's astonishment, the mysterious guy turned out to be chill (at least around Polites), but both Odysseus and Eurylochus are concerned bcs literally NO ONE seems to know what's his deal

Comedy material, the beginning of a sad story, or both? Idk lol

As for being adopted by these two? Sure, why not! The only problem is that they share a single braincell and it's barely functional (''･ω･)

[technically-human]

Heathers reference?????

H... Hexthers...

[abbeyofcyn]

Brains and Brawn Apocalypse AU

Distress

Masterpost

Cw implied death, implied blood, injury

[rororowyourboat18]

I will never stop thinking about how Agent of Chaos Mickey Milkovich was Ian’s peace. Yes, when they were together they could be a hot mess but Ian was never more himself and more at peace with who he was than when he was around his beloved piece of south side trash. With Mickey around, Ian just knew everything was going to be okay.

[bltchkawa]

Ain’t even gonna try and deny that this was based on an el desperado pic lmao

[redberrydevil]

Did you know: The only thing stopping you from sewing an almost lifesize Licker plushie is sanity. And sanity is overrated.

The Damnation movie and Sasha have happened. Obsession happened. Waking up on a Saturday morning and thinking "wait, why do I not have a Licker plushie?" happened.

His name is Peanut, the tongue is very soft and can be pulled out. Three weeks of sewing from the scratch and not a second of regret.

[thursdayinspace]

What do you do with a short break between work and more work? The correct answer is: write scratchy beard smut. Long day. The feelings wanted to go somewhere. I put them here.

She would never admit it, but she likes the beard. Not all the time. And not more than seeing his face without it. It obscures his perfect bottom lip and the line of his jaw. But she still likes it in a way that has nothing to do with how it looks on him.

He’s trailing kisses down her legs and she knows that he knows from the sounds she makes that it feels different, and that she’s enjoying it. She also knows that he knows that she will never admit that, not in a thousand years.

“Your beard is tickling me,” she whines, and he laughs softly against her skin before rubbing his cheek against her inner thigh.

“Oh yeah?”

“I’ll shave your face in your sleep,” she tells him, and he rubs the beard against her other thigh, because they’ve had a quiet, lazy day and they’re feeling playful and content, and not teasing her in these moments isn’t in his nature.

“Once I’m through with you tonight, you won’t be able to do anything requiring that kind of coordination.”

A shiver of pleasant anticipation runs through her and she grins. “All I’m hearing are promises. Why don’t you—” She gasps as his mouth finds her, his fingers parting her folds, his tongue licking her open. “Fuck.”

“Mmm.” He pulls back just enough to speak and his breath ghosts hot against her throbbing center. “Later. I have other plans first.”

She grabs onto his hair which is long enough to properly hold onto these days. He started wearing it longer when they were on the run and she’s come to like it. Not just because he moans so beautifully when she pulls it.

His beard isn’t really as scratchy as she keeps complaining, but her skin is sensitive and he’s never holding anything back. He’s certainly not holding back now, and she curls her fingers into his scalp as he presses his whole face into her cunt, and the added stimulation makes her tremble helplessly, her muscles clenching under the onslaught of sensation. It feels amazing.

She asked him once what his favorite thing was, out of all the things they did together, and his answer had been this. Eating her out. When she’d asked why, why something that he wasn’t getting anything out of, he’d just said something about intimacy and loving her and feeling privileged, and then made her come twice with his head between her legs. She’d chosen to simply believe him after that. He keeps proving it over and over again, keeps showing her how much he likes it.

It usually takes her a while when he’s going down on her and the slow torture is delicious, but he already made her come once, fucking her against the wall next to their front door before they’d even made it inside, and it’s always easier for her to get there the second time around. It doesn’t take her long at all this time.

Her toes curl and her muscles clench as heat floods her body from where his lips, his tongue, his entire face with that stupid beard are working her over until she’s coiled tight as a spring. White-hot pleasure explodes from her core and makes her cry out, makes her strain against the strong hands that are firmly holding her hips down to the mattress as she whimpers for more.

He keeps her coming until she can’t anymore and only then does he rise from between her thighs and covers her with his body, sliding into her so easily. She’s loose and spent, and she welcomes the size of him, the need for her that she feels in each of his movements.

There’s nothing gentle about the way he fucks her; he’s chasing his release with an urgency that overwhelms her. His beard is glistening with her wetness and his hair is mussed from the grip of her hands, his eyes are wild and desperate.

Another weak orgasm washes through her just as she feels him getting close and she digs her fingers into his skin and arches her back, her eyes falling closed. It’s good. It’s so good.

He follows her, thrusting in hard as he comes deep inside her, and she holds him, puts a hand to the back of his head to draw his face close to hers so she can rub her face against his cheek. She really doesn’t mind the beard that much. And no, she will never tell him that. It’s so much more fun this way.

[damn-daemon]