#(yes that was a pun)

[gutsroses]

Eye see you.

Deucetale sans by me.

[ldshadowdoodles]

Perchance a Lizzie covered in blood??

[231] Here you go anon- Bloody hell! -🌷

[motorverseofficial]

Not an ask but this is so great, my two favourite things in one blog, fictional skeletons and motorcycles

Haha, I'm glad you're enjoying the ride! Motorcycles are pretty cool (albeit extremely hard to draw). What's cooler than skeletons and motorcycles together? Thank you :3

- Mod Coffee

[briyourmotherdown]

black album era james facefucking you in backstage ughhhh

i have only one word. yes.

You can hear the excitement through the walls, feel the crowd roar in anticipation through the floor underneath your knees. You'd been waiting for him, dolled up and leaning up against the wall. There isn't much time, James let you know that when he pulled you by the wrist into his dressing room, his lips attached to your neck so quickly that it made your head spin.

Your head is thrown back in a gasp, eyes fluttering closed at the sensation of his hands groping at your hips and ass, feverishly trying to touch as much of you as he could before he had to go perform. Your hand finds the front of his jeans, palming the prominent bulge with a smirk. He hisses, grabbing the back of your hair to pull your face a few inches away from his to look at him.

"Are you gonna be a good girl?"

You nod instantly, lips parted.

"Then get on your knees."

And it's really sloppy when he does it. Knowing he doesn't have much time when he holds you by the hair with one hand, using his other hand to tap the tip against your lips, murmuring under his breath about how pretty you are, before you open your pretty mouth for him and stick out your tongue.

Your eyes water as he fucks your mouth, his grip on your hair stinging but it feels good, both of your hands pressed against both either side of his thighs for balance. The makeup that you'd spent so long doing to look pretty for him is streaming down your cheeks, black streaks and smudged lipstick.

"God, you look so fuckin' pretty like this," he says between grunts, pushing your head all the way down so that he touches the back of your throat, groaning when you gag around him, before pulling you away so that you can gasp a breath, "that's it, fuck."

You just want to please him, swallowing around his cock and humming whenever he praises you, locking eyes with him through your eyelashes. It's that image that sends him reeling, to see you so wrecked, drool dripping down your chin and hair and makeup completely dishevelled.

There's a knock on the door and he falters, but doesn't stop.

"James? You better get your ass out here!"

"I'm coming!" James yells back through clenched teeth, throwing his head back.

"Fuck. Fuck, I'm coming."

And he holds your head down with both of his hands when he does, groaning, and you dig your nails into the sides of his thighs as you take all he gives you down your throat.

When he finishes with a few more grunts, you pull off him with a pop and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, still on your knees on the floor, gazing up at him starry-eyed.

He zips up his pants and lifts you up off your knees to kiss you, tasting himself on you, landing a few pats on your ass before he pulls away, "I'll see you after the show, sweetheart."

[setmeatopthepyre]

no one gets me like stick-on heat pads get me

[kt-burnt]

BILL CIPHER WILL BE BORN TODAY

[mossy-thing]

A headcanon of mine is that when they first met, Celebrimbor was taller than Annatar, physically. Over the long years they worked alongside each other, Annatar got taller, but so very slowly that Celebrimbor didn't notice that his trusted friend was towering over him until it was already too late.

[winterwhisperz-blog]

Tumblr stop showing me Mr Crawlin fanart I’m trying to keep my vow of celibacy

[gennianydots]

Sokka: Can’t you watch where you’re…?

Toph: Nope!

Sokka: Right! Sorry.

~~~

Sokka: Drink cactus juice! It’ll quench ya! Nothing’s quenchier. It’s the quenchiest!

Katara: Okay, I think you’ve had enough.

Sokka: Who lit Toph on fire?

~~~

Katara: What is that?

Toph: What, what is what?!

Sokka: It’s a giant mushroom! Maybe it’s friendly!

Katara: Let’s just keep moving. I hope Aang’s okay.

Sokka: Friendly mushroom! Mushy giant friend!

[whymustmyfavbooksbeunderrated]

Me and my siblings just got into an argument because my one sister was trying to say that Hephaestus WASNT A POWERFUL GOD?!?!?!?!? EXCUSE ME?!?!?? Just cause he’s staying in his lane does NOT mean that he isn’t BADASS

[secretly-a-catamount]

Annabel Blackthorn ghostwrote this.

I love the "came back wrong" trope but from the opposite side.

Imagine you are dead. And then you are RIPPED from the embrace of decay into the world of the living again. Your memories are hazy and you don't recognize any of these people, but they act like they're close to you? Like they love you? So you try to get your memories back, to act like you belong here, but everybody tries to forget you died. And you can't. It is omnipresent. And just trying to grapple with that fact pushes the people who "love" you away, and they're incapable of understanding, and they're so confused, what's wrong N̶̄̀O̶͛͗T̷̉́ ̷͋͝Y̴̎̌Ȍ̴̈U̸̓R NÄM̴̃͑E̵̾̇? And you just need them to understand, you aren't that person! You aren't! You don't know who that person is! You don't know why any of this is happening, but they're unwilling to bend, they keep insisting you are that person, your memories will come back, everything will be normal again, and you want to scream and cry and claw yourself open to show them you're different. Your existence as a being wholly separate from whoever you "used to be" is a sin unto itself. All you can do is scrabble for life and to them, you're killing whoever they loved to do it.

just. lots of fun in that concept, you know?

[the-punforgiven]

Worldbuilding tip for aspiring fantasy authors! Give that swordsman a bigger ass

[rejoyous]

Hey furries! Can we please doe something with this guy⬆️

[rosie321go]

Jason walking into the kitchen, whistling and looking suspiciously happy: Another day, another slay

*later that day

Dick: have you seen the news? Apparently someone killed the Joker

Tim:

Tim: Oh, he was serious?

[akanemnon]

Not only are you gonna fight a bunch of flowers, Susie. You're gonna fight a wedding bouquet!

FIRST - PREVIOUS - NEXT

MASTERPOST (for the full series / FAQ / reference sheets)

[sarbithewizard]

"So, how's the wife?"

"Ah yes, the old ball and chain."

"That's a little rude, don't you think?"

I pull out a wedding photo from my wallet and you see me at the altar across from a chain chomp with a pink bow.