#I miss challengers

[pugh-bug]

i just wanna watch challengers for the first time again

[goldendynastys]

she ended him!

You think I came here to throw it all away for you?

CHALLENGERS (2024) dir. Luca Guadagnino

[daily-dragon-drawing]

#97 - 日食 (rì shí / eclipse) - Don't look straight at her... 🌑☀️🌒

[leasthetic]

hey *put this here then leave*

[lissa]

prepare to be sick of me

[artashipatrick]

thinking of josh’s “i think they should all find a way of living together” today. he would love post challengers domestic throuple fanfiction

[carpenfaist]

[CAR CRASH] [GLASS SHATTERING] 'GOOD LORD!' [GENERAL COMMOTION] [BABY CRYING] 'WAAAAH WAAAAH' [YELLING] [POLICE SIRENS] WEEWOO WEEWOO [HELICOPTERS] 'WE'RE REPORTING LIVE- '[EXPLOSION] 'MY LEG... MY LEG...'

[sunmoonclouds]

my contribution to getting shadowpeach bio parents au trending @kyri45

[alxandergoth]

The party is full of elaborate costumes, but something about this person catches Charlie’s eye. Ghostface has been lingering in his peripheral vision all night, throwing deliberate glances in Charlie’s direction, making his pulse race just a little faster. There’s something familiar about the way the masked figure moves, the confidence in the stance, the way their eyes—though hidden in the shadow of the mask—seem to fix on Charlie from across the room. Charlie knows he’s being watched, and he can’t help but feel the slow heat of curiosity rising in his chest. He’s always liked a little mystery, but this? This feels like it’s more than just a stranger at a party. Ghostface hasn’t said a word, but every time Charlie’s eyes meet the mask across the room, it’s as if the air between them tightens, like they’re sharing a private conversation no one else can hear.

[multiocular-mushroom-art]

Anyway, here's Bashkir Miku 🐎

[jesuistrestriste]

cw (18+): sub!art, afab + femme!character, age gap, crying/dacryphilia, art being a sad and lonely hot guy in his forties, tashi and art never really got together, creampie

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dilf!art getting with a pretty young thing from down the block. . .

he always admired her effortless confidence and the way her body moved when she walked down the street to the corner store every weekend.

always watched her return from his brownstone apartment window; a pack of cinnamon gum and a case of peach seltzer in her hands.

she’s beautiful and bouncy and everything he didn’t get to have in his youth when he was too sucked into tennis to let himself live a little. he lost tashi to patrick. that was that. and he never tried dating again until about ten or so years ago.

they were all flings that crashed and burned their way through his thirties. meaningless moments where all he was left with was a wet dick and a heaviness in his chest. he hated it. he was done with it.

until her.

she was different.

she sparked a conversation with him one day when they ran into each other outside his doorstep. she was cracking jokes that only made her seem more intriguing because art didn’t understand the social context behind them— he was no longer hip and cool, he’d accepted it. but that, combined with the pop of her hip she did when she was making him laugh (not to mention the way she smacked her gum + batted her lashes when she smiled; all pearly whites) made him feel like even more of a creep.

but now she’s bouncing on his cock and gazing down at him while he gasps and squirms like a livewire underneath her.

they’ve only really known each other for a week and a half.

“say thank you, Artie,” she purrs, her hand tracing the spattered flush on his chest, “say it.”

he bucks his hips up as much as he can to meet her movements, and bites his lip hard enough to taste metal when his tip bumps her cervix.

“thank you, oh my god, thank you— thank you, thank you—! ha-aah-!”

he babbles; a broken record of whines and shaky moans. his throat hurts from all of the sounds being pulled from him when the most he’s talked all month has come from just a couple of boring, remote interviews about his athletic career.

and her, of course.

god, it’s all her..

he swallows and keens, and then his eyes are watering.

and then he’s sobbing. he’s choking on his tears and yet he’s still feeling the tight coil of warmth tense further and further and further-

“don’t cry,” she whispers, leaning down to kiss the wetness from his cheeks, her hips swiveling to ride him harder just as the first slimy blurt of his orgasm spills inside, “you’re a good boy, okay? you’re perfect… a total catch…”

she smells like candy. she’s wiping his tears now.

“oh fuck, thank you-uu—hnghh!”

art lifts his hips, his face crumpling with pleasure and sadness, before he yelps and his climax wipes him out. his whole body trembles as he feels his cock pulse and coat her pussy with gooey clots of his spend. he’s practically wheezing.

he grips onto her hips fiercely; like if he doesn’t squeeze hard enough she’ll just go *poof*, and then he’ll be alone again.

“.. ungh, ‘m sorry, im cumming inside you, im cumming, im so sorry,” he whimpers, the aftershocks leaving him feeling bare and weak. stripped of all of his armor. if he even had any left to begin with.

she kisses his shoulder gently, and then she’s dipping her glossy lips down to whisper right next to his ear. her dainty necklace chills his skin when it dangles from her body and meets his collarbone. she’s so close to him.

“don’t worry, Mr. Donaldson…

you’ll be a great daddy.”

[pugh-bug]

missing art so i made him a playlist

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[doctorsiren]

I loved your headcannons about inukawa, reigen and reigens sister and I would really like to see what you think would happen if mob and reigens sister met and I was wondering if you could possibly draw them :D

hello yes I accidentally made a comic after seeing this ask yesterday 😁 bro psychoanalyzed her 😨

[glueoffline]

i miss him

[flickering-nightfall]

Experiments with pupils and mouths that devolved into shenanigans :)

[turtledotjpeg]

that "draw 6 characters" meme but i looked into my soul and knew i just wanted to draw 6 melody