#HEYYYYY

[roenters]

IT IS? IT WAS? AND NOBDOY TOLD ME?!?!?!

I'm serverly upset.

So upset I've used the big text. Big words. Big feelings.

...year. Ro. Year. Read.

It’s still anniversary year of

FIGHT CLUB!!!!!

thank you and love you🩷tylerrrrr

[letoscrawls]

babe wake up it's time for the not-so-yearly redraw of Ahsoka and Rex 😔

[friendly-alien-fucker]

Being with an ooman brought forth a good number of oddities, most of which they adored.

You were different from them, in terms of looks, yes, but also in terms of culture. And as they whiped away the liquid streaming from your eyes they realized once again how different you were in terms of morals as well.

"I'm a monster!" you sobbed, your voice frantic and shaky, and they took you into their arms on instinct at the sound.

"You're overreacting." They attempted to console you, which didn't quite work as intended they came to realize as you slapped their chest.

"I killed it! The poor little fella... they already have such a short lifespan..."

Seeing you in so much pain over the death of a being that didn't even have a conscience, they wondered how you managed to think of them as anything other than a monster. With their walls of proudly displayed trophies.

Some of them had only half your life expectancy, some lived longer than them. Some even had family.

"Fella?" they instead focused on consoling you through your strange breakdown "what makes you so sure it was male?"

You gasped, your eyes suddenly wide in horror "I didnt even think of that! What if it was female? What if it was expecting? What if I just killed an entire bloodline??!"

Though they were apparently not very good at it.

Unsure on what to do or say, they simply continued to hold you, the purring that they've subconsciously started to do getting louder.

"If it brings you any comfort", they began quietly as they heard your sobbing come to a slow stop "its unlikely it felt any pain, being the size that it was."

"It does," you mumbled, only parting from them shortly to whipe at your face "thank you."

They simply nodded.

How your species managed to become your planets apex predators remained a mystery to them.

[fandomfairyuniverse]

Hermes carrying Medusa’s head up to Olympus: lol this going to cause soooooo much drama

[gunthermunch]

youngsters who had a lot of fun in the 90s

[m1ss1ngbrat]

you wish i was yours, and i hope that you’re mine

[gunksh1t]

warning monster fucker ig

idk what type of monster but one with a super long tongue who throat fucks you with it. They keep a nice tight grip on your jaw, their claws digging into your cheeks and get a premium close up view of your eyes going wide and watering as they manage to shove their tongue down your throat, their spit dripping into your own drooling mouth while your throat constricts around their twisting tongue. Hearing you gag and choke as they slide their tongue down the back of your throat and your eyes are rolling into the back of your head.

anyway, hey again dudes :3

[orbch]

is this really what the dreamer feels like? starlight showers us and crushes into every stain…

[zorangezest]

OH BTW

I HAVE A SONG THAT'S LIKE... PERFECT FOR SOUNDWAVE'S CASSETTES

Please I need to tell someone about this.

HUUQHHGEHJJAJHHHHQH

[incubus-puppy]

so. that intox post about being known among your friends as the person who gets uncontrollably horny when they smoke.

thinking about being the pissboy stoner of the friend group. the guy who can't handle his weed, and it results in humiliation. everyone giving each other knowing smiles and laughs as they light the joint for you. it starts to hit you, and every time you cough you have to press your legs together to hold it back. you barely notice as they pass the joint back to you after just one other person's turn, seeing if you'll catch on, but you mindlessly smoke what's given to you. you have a tendency to relax, maybe too much, but the high washes over your body again and again. you're caught in another thought before you notice it, a dripping against your thigh, the damp fabric brushing against you, and you jolt, wondering if the others noticed. you try to act natural, like you're not miles away and not about to piss yourself like a child in front of all of your friends. your mouth is dry, you drink more once you remember how to swallow, your bladder tensing. it works for a minute, until someone distracts you, or makes a joke you laugh just a bit too hard at. you try your hardest but you simply can't clench muscles hard enough through the daze. you lose control for seconds that feel far too long. someone in the distance laughs, pointing out the visible wet spot streaking down your leg. you fight as hard as you can but the work becomes tiresome, and all the tension in your muscles gives way to relief as you completely wet yourself. you relax in a daze. your friends take their time bullying you, whether you're really conscious enough to hear it or not. next time they have to make sure you're protected. they'll help diaper you next time before you smoke, sure you'll be humiliated but they'll teasingly remind you of last time. one of them just happens to have pictures of it. you just can't be trusted to control yourself when you're high. good thing a stupid fag like you has such good friends to take care of your messes.

[ivymoonstudios]

Never. I have never once seen Azriel let another person touch that knife.

/ ACOWAR, Ch. 69, Pg. 610

[sugarsnappeases]

Control and spinning in and out of it

bartylily | explicit | 5.8k | for my dearest darlingest @sixlane happy birthdayyy <333

“The only disease I’ve got is Incredible-at-sex-itis,” Barty declares with a cocky smile and an attempt at what she believes to be a wink. She can’t believe she’s slept with him. Multiple times. And she wants to sleep with him again. Maybe she should be getting checked for diseases. Some sort of Attraction-to-dickheads-itis.

She groans and throws an arm over her eyes as he leans over to pull her box of condoms out from under the left side of her bed. Because he knows where she keeps her condoms which can only mean bad things. Also, she can’t even deny that he’s incredible at sex.

*****

tfw you just can’t stop falling into bed with your awful flatmate

[tripleratskill]

@muffy-mayhem @ultimatesoupdemon

grey guys

muffy, i hope it's alright that I used a design from your [whatever the song is idk] animation. I don't think I saw it anywhere else on your blog and that you use a different one. Just wanted to draw winged narry :^

soup. he-he.. hehehe...... hehehehe..

[im-bored-so-i-draw]

please please please do silverr with like ram horns and stuff im begging you

instruction unclear,

anyWAYS HERES SILVERR WITH RAM HORNS AND STUFF as nonnie requested <3

plugging this with DAY 33 of posting whatever doodle i have until i am an uni student sorry

[wolfdog-weatherman]

NO YOU DONT EVEN GET IT PHIL CONNORS LIVED HIS WHOLE LIFE IN CONTROL. HE THOUGHT HE HAD SO MUCH POWER BECAUSE HE BASICALLY DECIDED WHAT HAPPENED THE NEXT DAY/WEEK WEATHER-WISE. HE WAS LIKE THE GROUNDHOG PHIL. BUT THEN WHAT HE PREDICTED WAS WRONG AND THERE WAS A BLIZZARD. PHIL WAS FINE BEFORE HIS PREDICTION WAS WRONG. HE LOST THE CONTROL HED ALWAYS HAD.

FUCK I LOVE GROUNDHOG DAY

YES HELLO

and then he starts predicting in a different way he starts predicting people and interactions and relationships but even the literal time-altering event can’t get him a perfect prediction. he learns to stop expecting to be in control, to stop wanting to *know* everything that he can use just to help himself.

wait this ask reminded me of my favorite letterboxd review ever hold on-

are you seeing this shit maddie

also phil connors’ parallels with Punxsutawney phil are so so important. thankb you

[mothmanbby]

And who isn't a sucker for big, brown eyes?