#Been a while huh

[ramvur]

got your six

[jerreeeeeee]

[minamoreh]

some shepard sketches

[bakutenshi]

I’m gonna play overwatch now!

EDIT: I FORGOT TODAY WAS NALU DAY HERES A BETTER CAPTION

hapoy nalu day 🐲

[linaharutaka]

miss lazuli..

[fishloop]

jerma photostudy

[stripedstarsblueflags]

i didn't win the wheel: episode 9 (pt. 1)

why did williams have to choose the freakiest content setup for the time in the season when their drivers' mental health is going to be at its lowest (so far)? seriously, this could’ve been GOLD. instead we’ve got some sad and understated praise kink and a lot of vegetables. anyway. to elaborate:

Logan: “What’s up, everyone… this is what’s-that-crunch… wheel-or-no-wheel. What we’re exactly doing here I’m not sure–”

yeah, exactly what i meant. ever see someone look that disengaged with a blindfold on? you have now. and oh god this image is a punch in the gut. the symbolism in this particular frame GAGS ME. logan is completely blindfolded, painfully and poorly delivering an unoriginal script that clearly has been fed to him seconds before the camera turns on. alex, on the other hand, is lifting his blindfold up, looking around, taking in logan and the room around them and the camera crew… honestly, you gotta feel for the williams pr team, because in this instance they’ve accidentally shown us what it’s like to have one of their drivers restricted by their device and yet forced to lead anyway while the other is dealing with a similar obstacle while being allowed and encouraged to overcome it. genuinely a coincidence but such a flop. thank god none of the fans who watch this are analytical hyperreactive overachievers who look into every single aspect of these videos with merciless scrutiny and rainbow-colored glasses, right?

omg how did i just now notice that under that stupid skinny ass table both their legs are almost touching except alex is a giraffe so he has to keep his giraffe ankles tucked awkwardly back closer to the chair legs so he’s not taking up logan’s space but he still wants to have horrible posture so he’s a half-folded lawn chair wtfffffff this is too cute!!

Logan (still doing the intro)(still confusedly): “But you know whoever wins… gets to spin tha’ wheel.”

THANK YOU, LOGAN SARGEANT. this is what i meant about blindfolds 🤝 freak content, except usually when we have other teams do this there’s usually a pretty big goofball element to it (even charlos always brings goofball to the kink). this tiny snippet on the other hand looks suspiciously like he’s doing it on purpose. just looking at the gif doesn’t begin to cover it, even to my own eyes it looks like i’m reading too much into it paired with the visual alone but it’s all in the tone of voice. i REALLY recommend rewatching this episode because there’s no way i can do it justice in just words. the closest i can get to is my favorite word to use when someone’s voice is being sexy which is ‘lilt’. like there’s no seduction or husk or anything obviously intentional like that it’s more like you can just hear the slow arrogance in their voice. the way the pitch fluctuations almost singsong like just on the edge of a taunt no matter what the actual words are saying. it’s how people say i’ve got you right where i want you.

and also. THE VISUAL?? IS STILL A THING?? logan is blindfolded since the start of the video, so until this point he’s just been facing some meaningless direction because, duh, he can’t actually see. he doesn’t even make much of an effort to face the camera as he’s introducing the show even though he obviously remembers where it is. but the shift. the turning to the camera for just a split second and his deadpan expression flickering into a lazy smirk and his voice gets ✨like that✨ and here we go game show hosts and their attraction to inanimate objects but by the time he gets to “that wheel” (tha’ wheel) he’s turning right back to alex. who at this point is probably also blindfolded. and can’t see logan. and even if he isn’t and is still fidgeting logan doesn’t know that because LOGAN CAN’T SEE SHIT. but he remembers the bit alex likes and instead of just repeating the same old same old (which we know alex will laugh at no matter how many times) he makes this tiny adjustment in just the body language and the tone of voice alone and now we’ve transitioned from him flirting with the wheel to him flirting with alex. fuck. this is episode four and episode one territory why does depression get in the way of everything

Alex: *celery noises*

Logan: “….can you take another bite?”

[both laugh]

what is this challenge like– oh my god i can’t take it any seriously than they can. first of all the ASMR mic-ed up crunching? major ick, we all know what celery sounds like, we don’t need Celery (Alex’s Version). but it’s so unbearably awkward that it ends up being hilarious anyway. logan having no idea how to ask that question (because what kind of question is “can you take another bite so i can intently listen to it with my head leaned towards your face and my eyes covered”) but at the very least it helps them bring some warmth into the activity. up to this point (with flirtatious logan appearance being a notable exception) they’ve seemed very… isolated. logan’s entire vibe is “why did you wake me up for this” at 3 pm and alex is left without 1) an interesting sport or task he actually wants to do AND 2) logan to help him stay present, cause logan is entirely matching alex’s “how long do i have to be here” energy and when they plateau like this the awkwardness becomes nauseating. until finally the game itself is so stupid that they can’t play it without laughing at the activity and themselves and even when he’s looking down logan’s smile is such a relief to see

also, alex staring intently at logan and leaning all the way over and chewing with his mouth open and trying to be as helpful as possible even while logan’s mind is entirely tv static. adorable. so often alex forgets to treat these challenges as a competition and instead to him it’s like a group activity, a puzzle they have to work together to solve like mice in a maze or smth because it’s not fun for him if logan’s losing

Alex: *pepper noises*

Logan: “A bit softer…”

Alex: “Mm. Good.”

Logan: “…one more.”

ooooh okay i like that a lot better. so the first try (celery) was a flop; already in this second item we see some changes. because what did i say alex has way more fun when this is a little puzzle they have to solve together rather than them both trying to stump the other. remember lewis looking up “most difficult words to lip-read” in that noise cancelling headphone thing against george? alex brings a very different energy. i can’t believe i’m analyzing chewing techniques now but from the very first bite he’s ending his sentence early, swallowing, leaning closer, the concentration is evident on his face with how clear he’s trying to make this crunch sound. and then logan starts talking out loud, trying to narrate his thought process basically, but not trying to trick anyone into giving him a hint– it’s sort of like on grill the grid when he thinks out loud not to entice a clue but to prove “hey, i’m thinking! i’m putting effort into this! i’m actually trying i just don’t know the answer please don’t think i’m stupid��� and alex– who at this point is supposed to be competing, how many times do i have to remind– is audibly encouraging him. only leans back when he can tell logan’s on the right track (sort of).

and that in turn– just the word ‘good’ is an evident confidence boost for logan. it doesn’t take a lot to get him to turn around, alex doesn’t have to worry about being patronizing or sounding like he’s trying too hard but the fact that alex is observing how he’s doing in the first place and noticing when he improves/gets something right even in a game is enough. and so the next time logan asks for a repeat it’s not a really awkward sentence, it’s not “i’m gonna say this in a goofy voice because i’m so uncomfortable asking this that i have to make this funny because otherwise the embarrassment is going to kill both of us” it’s a command. like god shivers down my spine. and alex doesn’t laugh either he just takes another bite good boy because this is how he prefers to play the game! together!

still didn’t guess the pepper but moving on!

ok this is just adorable. alex what were you doing

didn’t set out for this to be a two-parter (maybe more???) but whenever there’s a blindfold the body language goes CRAZY to overcompensate and there’s always so much more to analyze! so breaking this down for now!

[whitefuzzykitty]

Bunch of doodles in my sketchpad of my faves from cotl :)

[apnourry]

❄️first snow day in 6 years❄️

[phoenixkaptain]

Slides this SuperBat story over

Summary:

Clark Kent has known about Bruce Wayne long before he met the man. He’s known about Bruce Wayne long before he knew Batman or even became Superman.

He saw him in the papers.

[avvail-whumps]

‘guns for hire’ — pretty lips #12

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content warnings: captivity, intimate whumper, non-con touching (not sexual), mentions of sexual content (not explicit), non-con kiss (non-con for both whumper and whumpee really), mentioned punishments, mentioned whipping

Leo was scared.

That wasn’t anything new since he’d been held captive by Roy, but he hadn’t felt fear this intense since being caught.

The mercenary was uncharacteristically quiet, and he hated that. At least with his taunting voice and sarcastic notes, he could have something to cling on, something to fill the silence and keep his brain occupied.

The silence was scary.

It was even scarier when Roy was leading him in the direction of the basement, and those stairs came into his line of sight. He immediately began struggling, digging his heels into the ground to try and stop them from descending down there. His back pressed into Roy’s chest, almost tempted to whirl around and throw himself into his arms to convince him to stop.

Tears were already steadily streaming down his cheeks, shaking his head frantically.

“I don’t want to go back down there, please,” he sobbed, letting out a quiet gasp when Roy gripped him by the wrists, twisting them forward. Leo sniffled quietly, and he felt it was a miracle his legs hadn’t given out under him when he was urged down the stairs.

The familiar sliding of the lock grated against his very bones, and Roy shoved him hard enough to make him crumble to the ground. He stifled a painful cry, scrambling back as he watched the mercenary push the door closed, locking it.

His shoulders seemed to relax an inch, and he began rubbing a hand over his face.

“Christ, lion,” he sighed, sounding heavily exhausted. Leo gripped his jacket, tugging it around his body as he grovelled pathetically on the ground.

“Please don’t hurt my dad,” he blurted, his shoulders shaking with his tears. “Please.”

“I’m not going to hurt your dad,” he scoffed, lip quirking into somewhat of an amused smirk. He stepped forward, and Leo shrank in on himself in fear, ducking further into the jacket surrounding his shaking limbs. “What were you thinking?”

Leo’s choked on a breath, almost on the verge of hyperventilating.

“I’m sorry,” he croaked, flinching when Roy bent down to his level. A hand gently wiped away the tears wetting his skin, only to be replaced by fresh ones not a moment later. The mercenary didn’t seem to care, his icy eyes gazing at him.

“You would’ve been running for hours,” he wryly pointed out, shaking his head. “What really was the plan, lion? I thought I made it clear we’re out in the middle of nowhere.”

Leo frantically nodded his head, not sure what else to do.

Roy clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth, rising to his feet. The secretary watched him with wide, frightened eyes, his chest bouncing with his shallow breaths. He swallowed the horrible thickness in his throat as Roy sank down into the chair, hand sweeping under his chin.

He was glancing at the assortment of tools on the wall, and Leo pathetically began crying again, unable to help himself.

He didn’t want to get hurt anymore.

He remembered the misery he’d felt being down here, waiting for his brain to shut off just to reward him with a slither of bliss from this horrible situation. The way the same walls, same mattress, same room had almost driven him crazy.

And worst of all, Leo recalled when Roy had told him he could make him hurt a lot worse than he was. How he was ‘going easy’ on him.

“I was pretty fucking pissed off,” the mercenary hummed, still eyeing the tools as if he was meticulously deciding which one he wanted. “Even if you’d got out, it wouldn’t have taken me long to catch you. But in front of them lot?”

He whistled.

“They’re going to think I can’t keep you on a tight enough leash. I have to really prove them wrong now, don’t I?”

Cold dread settled in the pits of his stomach.

Leo’s eyes darted towards the tools, lingering on the shock collar he’d had the displeasure of being on the receiving end before, and he almost burst into fresh tears there and then. He didn’t think he could stand on his legs, and Roy liked it when he crawled, didn’t he?

So he did that, crawling clumsily until he was inbetween his legs, his shoulders shaking with sobs.

“Please, I’m so sorry,” he sobbed, his bottom lip quivering. He could hardly form coherent words through his shaking breaths, trying to stop the horrible thoughts plaguing his mind. He didn’t care what he did, as long as it stopped Roy from hurting him.

His fingers gripped the fabric on his pants, and he tried to ignore the way the mercenary’s eyes were burning into the top of his skull.

“I’ll do anything,” he begged, leaning his head down and pressing it against the inside of his thigh. “I’ll be good for you this time, I-I promise. Please, please don’t hurt me...”

Leo didn’t even know what he was saying, and he barely had the strength the lift his head when Roy tapped two fingers under his chin. He blinked blearily through soaked eyelashes, trying not to flinch when he realised how close the mercenary was.

“Anything?” He mused, lips pulling into a smirk.

Leo’s stomach grew cold, but he couldn’t control the desperate nodding of his head. Roy hummed, his fingers combing through his blond locks as his eyes wandered lazily over his face. The secretary hiccuped, his fingers trembling as they dug into the fabric of his pants.

Roy was so close, and Leo leaned up to kiss him.

The mercenary’s eyes hardened the moment their lips connected, and he instantly shoved him back. The secretary fell on his heels harshly, eyes widening in fear.

“What are you doing?” The man scowled, his voice sharpening. Leo’s mouth quivered open, panic slamming into him.

“I-I thought that was what...” He dissolved into silent tears, tripping unpleasantly over his words. His lips were still tingling, a hot sensation spreading through the flesh, despite it being for a only a split second. He shrunk back. “I thought you were...I thought, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

The anger in Roy’s eyes seemed to melt away, a huff slipping past his lips. He shifted in the chair, that calm expression befalling his features once more.

“I’m going to have you when you’re willing, if I do,” he murmured quietly, shaking his head. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that just yet.”

Leo shuddered in disgust, quietly reminding himself that he would never submit to Roy even if he was the last person on Earth. He needed to keep that locked in a box in his mind; it didn’t matter how much he liked his jacket, and how much he loved the smell surrounding him, he had no desire to let his mind wander into that territory.

It was dangerous. Also incredibly foolish.

It was hard to keep his wits about him, but Leo needed to do it. Even if he was realising this was all a lost cause. Even if he was realising he was never going to get out of here.

“Now.”

Roy’s voice ripped him from his thoughts, swollen eyes stinging when he blinked away the tears in the crease of his eyelids. The man gently cradled his wrist, thumb stroking the initial he’d carved on the inside of the skin. Leo’s breath hitched, feeling the tears slide down his cheeks once more. His heart squeezed painfully, throat to tight to beg anymore.

“I can’t let this go unpunished, lion.”

“No,” Leo croaked.

“Yes,” the mercenary countered in a voice just as soft, and just as mocking. “You knew the consequences, and you still ran. Fuck, if you were going to take the keys, you should’ve gone for the car instead.”

Leo inwardly hated himself for his stupidness. A car would have been the better option, wouldn’t it? Maybe he really was hopeless, after all. Maybe he was never going to get out of here.

Roy’s eyes slid back to the tools. He’d only really been looking at one, anyway.

“How do you feel about whips, lion?”

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[somethinghotpls]

Showing off my birthmark

[llanekee]

In the fading candlelight you told me a last, humorous tale To lace our breaths with final, fleeting amused ascent The slope we never climbed and never comes to end I wanted to tell you so much of more poignant, loving things Before the war came to a standstill in silent, terse displays

I said I had reasons to live, but they’re just distractions There’s nothing to hold me back from taking brash action To be the sacrificial lamb, toasted to the slaughter In the wealth of the world so turbulent, unpredicted I fell in love with you for all the breaths I’ll never take again

-by Lane Key :]

[a-tenno-called-prin]

[icestarphoenix]

Kellogg's Headcanons

A lot of these can also apply to a lot of other corporate personifications, specifically with how their executives treat them.

Kellogg’s, along with other brand company-based personifications, can’t resist doing random product placements or segueing into ads at any time. It’s an instinct.

This annoys Gov quite a bit due to it often derailing meetings, but Florida likes the free food.

Kellogg’s doesn’t have his own house. He lives in a bedroom suite in the headquarters that was designed and built just for him.

Has never actually tasted any cereal from other brands besides his own, the handlers managing him make sure of that. Could you imagine the scandal?

The wardrobe his executives and stylists picked out for him can only be described as “young and hip advertising space.” Kellogg’s is often made to dress in more sporty attire that was precision calculated for maximum appeal to promote his cereal as “part of a complete breakfast” like in Frosted Flakes commercials.

He has custom outfits themed around specific cereals and other Kellogg’s products. For example, he has a sporty fit themed around Frosted Flakes, complete with a blue varsity jacket with tiger striped sleeves.

He’s secretly bought a few clothing items by himself that he daydreams about wearing out in public one day.

One of the staple items he wears is a red bandana around his neck with his name embroidered in black.

Kellogg’s is being put on a vegetarian diet to keep the company’s image as “One of the Original Plant-Based Food Companies.”

He can still eat stuff like eggs and cheese as well as drink milk, he just can’t eat meat or meat products. However, with Morningstar Farms and Incogmeato, this isn’t too hard for him.

He can be a bit prudish, both from needing to keep a family-friendly image and from the reason why corn flakes were made.

If you know, you know.

He has worn a Tony the Tiger fursuit for an ad before. It’s what his executives wanted. It wasn’t a choice.

Kellogg’s also ran the Tony Twitter account while it was still active. He’s seen some things.

If the insinuations aren’t clear, corporate personifications don’t tend to have much freedom or choice.

[twocatsinatrenchcoat]

Well damn, Prequel just updated.