#I found this in my drafts and have no memory of writing it

[heckyeahponyscans]

In the MLP ‘n Friends episode “Tambelon”, its established that Grogar’s dark city of Tambelon exists in a different dimension;  every 500 years it phases into the ponies’ dimension. Unicorns can get stuck in Tambelon before it even appears, as their winking (aka teleporting) briefly takes them through other planes. 

When Tambelon physically materialized into Ponyland, Grogar captured every pony, plus magic users like the Moochick.  But Megan and the ponies defeated Grogar, sending him and Tambelon back to their original dimension.

Then there’s the other G1 series, MLP Tales, which is a mundane world. The ponies drive cars and attend school, they’re all Earth ponies, and there’s no magic . . . or IS there?  

MLP Tales has two mystical occurrences: the ghost of Squire appears and the magical Glow ‘n Show ponies (three pegasi and one alicorn) rescue Patch.

So what if Grogar came back 500 years after Megan & friends defeated him?  And what if the new generation of ponies once again defeated him--but THIS time most ponies were unable to escape the city before it dematerialized.  Perhaps only a few Earth ponies remained in Ponyland, gradually repopulating it.  And as the years went by, unicorns, pegasi, flutter ponies, etc, became little more than myths.

So my theory is that another 500 years have passed and Bright Glow and her Glow ‘n Show friends have managed to escape from Tambelon before it fully materializes and are now scouting, looking for information and allies to free their trapped friends and defeat Grogar once and for all.

[h4zardousch3micals]

Wait? We're

[ayyy-pee]

Center Stage

suguru whimpers as he pounds into you, folds your legs until there’s a knee on each side of your head. you're so good he has to bite back a gasp when your walls squeeze down on him, gripping his cock so fucking hard he sees stars. his eyes roll back when he reaches a hand down to your clit, swollen and sensitive and he feels the sudden gush of your arousal drip down between your bodies. suguru loves how your tight little cunt always takes him so well, how it makes room for him and holds him like it never wants to let go.

every thrust, every roll of his hips, every slap of your skin meeting has suguru leaning down to groan into the crook of your neck. he doesn’t let up, pounding into you like a man possessed. and he is. your pussy makes him insane, makes him want to scream, makes him want to fucking cry.

it feels like heaven in your walls.

suguru loves to look between you, where your bodies connect and see the creamy mess you’ve made on him. fuck he loves how your pussy always makes a mess. it’s one of his favorite things about you.

that and the way your lips part when he pistons his hips a certain way, touches that sweet spot you love. how your head falls back and your back arches when he wraps his thick fingers around your neck, makes you hold his weight as he fucks into you with reckless abandon. the way your little moans fall from that pretty mouth he loves to bury his cock in. he loves all of that.

he loves the way your hands find his hair and you pull. not gentle at all, just the way he likes. you’re as a desperate and fucking needy as he is.

“come on baby. tell me how much you love my cock.” he pleads. he knows you love it. you've told him plenty of times. but suguru also loves to get his ego stroked.

“i love it, ah- fuck, fuck i love your cock!” you whimper beneath him like the good girl you always are. all he ever has to do is ask and you’ll deliver every time. so obedient. it’s why you’re his favorite.

suguru can feel your walls softly convulsing around him. you’re so close. but while your words were good, they’re weren’t good enough. so suguru slows his pace, staring down at you with half lidded eyes. he wants you to do it right.

“pretty girl forgot her manners,” he chides, clicking his tongue. “i love your cock, what?”

he bottoms out with a particularly harsh thrust that has you crying out, your fingers tightening in his tresses and he chuckles, his dick twitching within the confines of your cunt.

“oh fuck! i love your cock master geto”

there it is.

you peer up through your lashes at the man above you and the smug smile on suguru’s lips sends you spiraling over the edge, your orgasm rushing over you, your body shivering as wave after wave hits you. and your sweet lips muttering his formal title, it has him burying his face in your neck again, whining as his hips stutter with every sloppy thrust until his balls tighten.

he grips your thigh hard, high pitched whimpers falling freely from his mouth as his cock stiffens and his hot, white seed fills your twitching pussy. the release has suguru shaking, struggling to hold his weight as your pussy milks him of every fucking drop.

you’re both panting, both catching your breath as suguru kisses you desperately, pressing kisses to your face, to your lips. and he’s still cumming

“m-master geto,” you mutter between kisses. he hasn’t pulled out of you, just keeps rolling his hips into your slowly, softly as he continues to litter your lips and face with kisses.

suguru hums in acknowledgment.

“you’ll be late to session tonight,” you warn him. “you know there will be big donors there. you don’t want to be late.”

ah yes, the work never stops for suguru. he would love to stay here, on the floor of his stage but it wouldn’t be a good look to have his donors and worshippers walk in on you both in the middle of such a salacious act.

and you, his most favorite follower. there's no way in hell allow anyone to leave the room alive if they saw you this way. no, you're meant to be seen by him this way and him alone. even with your current situation, he knows you are loyal to him. so with a hiss, suguru pulls out of you, smirking when he sees the way you pout at the loss of fullness.

cute.

“come and see me after session” he tells you with one last press of his lips to yours. he crawls off of you carefully and fixes his robe. you nod, watching as he exits the room.

he knows where to find you.

suguru always finds you the moment he enters the room, packed with worshippers ready to give themselves to him. and you’re among them, loyal as ever to him, even as you bow politely and pledge yourself to the organization alongside your husband.

[voidpants]

okay, but the fact that noir peter parker is voiced by nic cage makes pre-relationship noirpunk so funny

bc like

until a face reveal, hobie's has basically no reason to assume peter is any younger than peter b

so there's hobie, just really into peter, but with the constant internal monologue of "i'm not going to proposition a bloke twice my age, i'm not doing it."

meanwhile peter is just like, glancing adoringly at hobie while he's not looking, and trying to figure out how to research the protocol for seeing if a man in 1970's england would be open to wooing by another man (preferably without having to ask any of the tech savvier spider-people for help)

so they're just pining and being ridiculous, until one day peter has to take off the mask bc it got messed up

and suddenly hobie's face to face with this barely adult monochrome peter parker, like

he's gonna climb him like a tree

[booksandpaperss]

gov should print more money and then just not tell anyone they’re doing that so inflation doesn’t go up. economists are astounded by my genius

[feral-ass-raccoon]

having aphantasia is so fuckin trippy actually bc i just

- what do you mean when people said "picture this" they meant it. like actually meant it in a literal sense

- yea i know my oc's designs in theory obviously but when i put it down on paper it doesn't look right. no i can't 'see' it in my mind. what

- do i know what my conscience[s] are saying??? yes. am i actually hearing them??? no wtf [not sure if this counts since i think aphantasia is more about the visual thinking but oh well]

- can i describe a honeycrisp apple in extreme detail?? also yes. no i am not seeing the apple i just know what it looks like

- people with photographic memories. that cannot be real. what in the actual fuck you can pull up images of things you've seen/done on command?????? there's no way

idk its just wild that some people can see things. in their head. when they think abt it. sounds fake but okay

[happypeachsludgeflower]

Avatar/lunar chronicles crossover where zuko is cinder hiding in the water tribes after he was banished from the fire nation.

[eye-of-yelough]

there are only two acceptable forms of modern au gortash to me. number one is a poacher and arms dealer with a terrifying amount of taxidermy and guns who makes snuff films with durge.

the other is a guy who got fired from the casino he works at because he kept hatefucking the gambling machines

[genericaestheticist]

fuck tumblr queer aesthetics or whatever the straightest straight girl from my dorm might not be straight after all and I would give an arm and a kidney to fuck her she’s full judy poovey core guys idgaf about francis and henry winter I want the girl who fails to get into the bar because she’s too busy hitting on the doorman wish me luck

[slut-jpeg]

I could never get married bc what if I didn’t feel good on my wedding day

[penguinsayswhat]

me: I'm going to do a Tsubasa re-read, but this time I'll be normal about it

also me, like five chapters in:

[snitling]

Stardust AU where the Revenge is being chased for the star they have on board and everyone's like, 'we don't have a fucking star?? If we did it'd probably be Stede or Ed tho,' Stede assumes it's Ed too, does his best to keep them moving, worries that he's never seen Ed shine, even when he seems to be at his happiest.

But the ship catches up, and the captain is an old crony of Ed and Izzy and it's. It's Izzy who's the star

They fight the other pirates off, but then Stede's like, but Izzy...Izzy seems to like. Suck light IN. I've never seen even the hint of a shine from him, and Ed just shrugs and goes, 'when stars collapse they turn into black holes' (did they know about black holes in 1717?? Oh well) and now the whole crew is really insanely worried about how Izzy never shines, doesn't even faintly glow in the dark.

[thatswhatsushesaid]

not to get all queer and clearly a recovering christian evangelical from southern appalachia on main or anything but I suspect all of those qualities are why I have always found antagonists/villains to be the most compelling characters in the media I consume, and why I throw myself bodily towards stories giving them different/better choices and/or happy endings. especially antagonists/villains who either originate from society's margins or end up consigned there through no fault of their own, and undergo their terrible metamorphoses as a result of that othering. something something we create our own monsters through the suffering we inflict upon others and ourselves. something something ain't no grace like the grace of god your neighbours insist you don't deserve, because even though part of you agrees with your neighbours, the whole notion of god's grace being something you just get whether or not you deserve it just brings me to my knees sometimes.

anyway that's the good and tragic shit right there, I fuck with it heavily.

[glomofnit]

Moist is a great character because most people, when they've just woken up and are desperately trying to piece together everything they might have done the night before, generally need to have gotten blackout drunk first

Moist just has to start talking to someone and suddenly he's coming out the other side of a fugue state covered in glitter and having made some deeply inadvisable promises to people he's just met

[zombieslab]

you know what. fuck you *unmagnuses your archive*