#(take that anyway u want)

[tawnysoup]

Found my fav Slay the Princess route recently. Dragon my beloved. Your horrifying beak mouth was an impossible-to-refuse lip syncing challenge 💖

Shoutouts to @blacktabbygames for making such a cool game!

[hinamie]

trick or treat!

[arcane-gold]

hello rookanis nation. can i present rel and lucanis’s dynamic. sun and moon trope, one with boundless energy and one who gets 2 hours of sleep a night, guy i pulled by being an idiot, etc. they’re special to me

[drgnflyteabox]

Fem!reader x 141

Honestly might be able to to something with the gross stuff I saw at the hardware store I used to work at (except make it hot and 141)

Imagine you're a cashier, the only one with early morning availability so you're there at 5:45am for the 6am start. It's always the worst kinds of contractors there: rude, tired, dirty, leering gazes and sexist comments

You're pretty sick of it, but you get paid a bit more than minimum wage and you're done by 11am so, you take it with a cheery smile and fast service

The 141 contracting company starts spending at your store. So much, in fact, that your manager personally takes you aside to mention just how much they do - nearly a million a year - and how no matter what, your job is to be nice and please them

Well, you can do that. You've dealt with crazy, awful old contractors screaming in your face about lumber prices at 6:30am more than once, heard them talking about your tit's or your ass right in front of you - you can handle it

Until the masked one comes in first and hes huge, dark hoodie and cargo pants hanging low on his hips. He hands you 3k in bills only there are bloodstains on them and he watches you closely the whole time you count them out

It's... not a first, but the look he gives you makes you shiver. Pale eyelashes, tall, intimidating

The second is nicer. Too nice, in fact. He charms you before you're even fully awake, and your shift goes by quickly thinking about that winning smile and the way he'd touched your fingers while he handed you a stack of bills... not to mention those soft brown eyes

The third is... intense, for 8am. He rolls on the balls of his feet, stares at you harder than the masked one. He offers to buy you a hot chocolate at the coffee shop next door and grins like you made a joke when you decline

Their boss is fucking dreamy. Even you have to admit it, trying not to look up at his mustached, frankly porno-esque face. He's huge, as tall as the others but thick, with a little pudge around his belly. He trudges in with thick workboots and a stained t shirt, pays for 24k worth of material with a lazy smile on his face like it's nothing

You might ask head cash to move you to the garden center after all...

[rystiel]

i keep seeing people say the doctor shouldn’t have feelings for rogue because he’s married to river…? river song… who has also married multiple people… one of the most polyamorous characters in the show…?

[illufinch]

[abstractfrog]

Happy 1 year anniversary to Mr Sherlock Holmes! Here's a litttleee celebratory comic from me

[elfcollector]

I think I need to go to camp for a while. Be alone. Scream at the sky.

[obsob]

the accolade ( the...the cat-olade...)

[hinamie]

subject, specimen, spectacle;

should i say that you're dead?

[embrace-your-illithid]

heere she is..… my illithid tav creature....… my sunshine goth pink sparkle princess paladin.… naive -2 int will drop a divine smite a-bomb on whoever threatens her lynchpin bf…... loyal lapdog to the very end, won't break her oath so she is the most cringefail starving mindflayer in toril.... Qurrn ✨🦑☀️

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

ponyboy can make this exact face btw 🥺 if u even care

[degenerateshinji]

this scene but if lu guang had upper body strength

[bacchuschucklefuck]

dreaming abt sophomore year class swap bard!riz

[capquinn]

I always think about how Quinn said that one time he wished he was a really good dancer. So I can just imagine him popping off at his wedding.

oh i always imagine quinn to be such a free spirit when he's had a few drinks regardless of the occasion but his wedding? oh boy......

Stone-cold stone-sober Quinn is all calm, composed, and measured — he’s got that quiet, thoughtful energy that makes people lean in when he talks. But give him a couple of beers or maybe a fancy cocktail (because you know someone at your wedding got him to try something ridiculous, like a mojito with extra mint), and bam, you’ve got goofy, uninhibited, fully-vibing Quinn.

The night starts out simple enough, the two of you swaying to the first dance song while everyone watches. His hands are steady on your waist, his grin soft and shy, because he knows this part is a formality. It’s for the photos, for the tradition, for your parents who’ve probably been dreaming about this moment longer than either of you have.

But then the drinks start flowing, and Quinn loosens up. He’s not a big drinker, so it doesn’t take much — a couple more beers, maybe a glass of champagne during the speeches — and suddenly, he’s feeling bold. He’s the kind of tipsy where the walls come down in the best way. He’s smiling with his whole face, his arms draped over his brothers, swaying like they’re in some kind of group hug even when there’s no music. He’s making ridiculous bets with Jack and he’s got that wild, carefree laugh that you don’t hear nearly enough but hits you right in the chest every time.

You’re watching him from across the dance floor at one point, and he’s just glowing. His tie is loose, his hair a little messy, his cheeks flushed with that perfect mix of alcohol, heat and adrenaline. And then someone — probably Luke — drags him into the middle of the floor during some ridiculous party anthem, and that’s it. He’s in.

As the night goes on, he gets braver. He’s not doing any moves, per se — this isn’t choreography — but it’s that joyful, carefree energy that’s so unmistakably him. He’s bouncing around with his brothers, laughing as they egg each other on, pulling you into the mix every chance he gets. And then, at some point, it’s just the two of you.

Quinn’s hand finds yours, his other resting lightly at your waist as he spins you out and then back in, the movement quick and playful. You’re laughing too hard to keep up properly, your steps stumbling as he twirls you under his arm again, pulling you closer only to dip you dramatically, his grin absolutely dazzling.

“Quinn,” you manage between giggles, your fingers clutching at his shoulder for balance. “You’re going to drop me.”

“Never,” he says, breathless but grinning as he straightens you up. The twinkle in his eyes is brighter than the lights strung overhead, and the way he looks at you, even surrounded by friends and family, makes your chest feel warm and full. “You’re stuck with me now.”

You roll your eyes, your smile impossible to contain. “Oh, I’m well aware.”

Someone whistles behind him, and you catch Quinn’s head turning briefly before he’s tugging you back into another spin, this time clumsier because he’s laughing.

And then there’s the moment when “Mr. Brightside” comes on, because of course someone put it on the playlist, and Quinn goes for it. He’s belting out the words with absolutely no restraint, his arms flailing as he jumps to the beat. By now, he’s fully sweaty, his shirt untucked, his tie somewhere across the room — and he doesn’t care. He’s clapping along, pulling you into the chaos with him as he dramatically yells the chorus right in your face, like it’s a competition. You’re yelling it right back, both of you completely off-key but louder than everyone else, leaning in closer as if sheer volume will win you some imaginary prize. And because it’s Quinn and he’s just drunk enough to embrace every second, he grabs Luke by the shoulder to scream, “jealousy!” in perfect unison, the two of them dramatically pointing toward Jack, who rolls his eyes but joins in anyway.

By the time you both tumble onto the hotel bed, the night has finally caught up with you. Your cheeks hurt from laughing, your feet ache from dancing, and Quinn is sprawled out beside you, shirt untucked, with a faint stain of something red from the buffet (or maybe it’s from when you crashed into him with a drink — who knows at this point?). His cheeks are still flushed, his hair a little damp from the sheer effort he put into being the life of the party.

You glance over at him, a lazy smile tugging at your lips. “So, when did you become a dancer?”

He huffs a laugh, eyes half-closed, his voice soft and teasing. “Marriage changes a man."

[mrmeepsmadmind]

i love when ppl draw bumblebee like the happy little creachure he is but also i love when people draw bumblebee like he's had 500 beers in the last 1 hour and still the pain won't even ebb