#I was supposed to be doing homework

[cup-noodle]

The Gonch Gang - picrew

(filter version with a more 70s feel under the cut)

[strawberry-seal77]

Oh tumblrrrrrr, come look what I madeee

[xxplastic-cubexx]

obligatory beach divorce doodling

bonus rough cover redraw of x-men #41 (1995) But Beach Divorce below cut

[longhandsart]

Hi everybody drop whatever it is you’re doing and go play 13 sentinels it’ll change your fucking life

[moti-otp]

The sun married the moon, and now they have yinyang children

[amelia-yap]

through the heart!

[gammija]

WAIT hang on, so. Connecting this post (suggesting that ep7 was an attempt at a Mass Ritual and that the military group stopped it) with this one (suggesting that 'Catalyst' from ep9 might refer to someone capable of performing a ritual) with my own post and other theories that the tapes from tma/U1 might in some form be in U2, here's a theory:

the tapes entered this world when the Fears did. maybe not complete, but with enough information to let everyone who was looking for it know, for sure, without needing millenia of trial and error, the exact steps needed for a succesful ritual:

- you need subjects (the victims);

- agents (the 'avatars', more or less);

- and, a catalyst.... an Archivist. Someone who can experience all the horrors without being used up, able to let them flow in them, through them, and out into the world.

The faction shutting down ep7, the OIAR response team, maybe the existence of the OIAR at all, is because the threat of a Ritual succeeding has had to be actively foiled for this universe to still exist without an active apocalypse. which would also mean that this world, at any given moment, is teetering on the edge of a successful ritual, and a new apocalypse

[ironshieldchild]

i think i just fucking lost my mind

what if tony carried around the phone every day. every. fucking. day. waiting for the right moment. but too scared to do it.

[orb-weaving]

Shie Hassaikai. Maybe I'll color this eventually I don't know

[starstruckodysseys]

what the fuck do you mean neverafter is over next week. it started like yesterday what are you talking about. no shut up it’s not the finale yet it’s like episode two

[nomazee]

hiii! congrats on 1k! may i pls have alma from gokurakugai w friends, amusement park n 22:22?

this was so cute i loved this prompt. THANK YOU SO MUCH!! hope u enjoy :*

my 1k event!

—°+..｡ﾟ｡ﾟ+.*.｡.—

Alma's hand is warm, almost too warm against yours. His fingers are intertwined with yours, scratchy and calloused. The summer heat has gotten to the both of you, and you hope that the sweat collecting in your palm doesn't bother him as he drags you around the park.

It's late, and the sun went down a few hours ago, but the heat of it still lingers on your skin. Your feet are aching and you think if you walk around for any longer, your legs will crumple underneath you like paper. But Alma's so—warm, and kind, and he looks back at you with this stupid beaming smile as he leads you around all the corny games and rides. Your stomach is still swirling from the last rollercoaster you went on, and your pockets are very light from the sheer volume of money you’ve lost to ball-toss games. 

"There's— oh! They're selling takoyaki over there," he points out, attention moving rapidly from you to the food stands to the crowds of people around you. "You know, we tried making takoyaki ourselves once, at the agency with everyone, and it was pretty good! I wish you were there for that."

Wish. He wishes you were there. There's a stirring in your chest at the thought of being wanted by a friend.

Unfortunately, the sight of the long, winding line in front of the takoyaki stand mixed with the darkening sky reminds you that you do have responsibilities. Like the math homework due tomorrow that you've neglected for the whole week, and the dreadful bus that you have to catch at seven tomorrow in order to even make it to school on time.

"Alma," you call for him, and he whips his head back to look at you. His smile falters. Your expression must give you away, then—the guilt, the frustration, the ache.

"I have school tomorrow," you explain with nothing short of dismay in your voice, "It's— it's pretty late right now. I have to go. I'm so sorry, it was really fun, seriously—"

"Hey!" he cuts in, already grinning again and pulling you close to him with the hand still wrapped in yours. "It’s seriously fine! I did keep you out pretty late, huh. I didn't even notice."

And he looks around—at the people still walking and wandering and having fun, and your heart sinks. You're a buzzkill, and you know that, but you're already failing a class and you can't risk missing any more days of school. Alma—you don't think he really gets it, and that makes it worse. In the grand scheme of things, you don't know too much about Alma—how he works—but you know that he doesn't go to school the way that you do. Every time you've hung out on a weekday, it's been cut short by a call from home or your own consciousness screaming at you to get back and do your work before you flunk out.

"I really am sorry," your hand squeezes around him, breath stuttering in anticipation as you mentally beg him to squeeze back, just to signal that he's not so upset about this. "I would— I would stay out for longer, but… Alma, really. I’m sorry.”

“You apologize way too much,” he says, earnest and honest and still smiling the way he always does at you, with something warm between his lips. “Hey, um, can we go on one last ride? I’ll pay for your ticket. The— the ferris wheel?” 

He’s so stupid, and it’s corny and cheesy and ridiculous, but you see the heat of hope on the apples of his cheeks and his eyes dart around from yours to the flickering lights behind you. Your lungs squeeze, and so does your hand around his. You’re a weak person, too weak against Alma and the fond feeling in your chest. You relent easily. 

“Okay,” you agree, lips curling in giddiness and wonder. Alma laughs a little bit, breathy and relieved, and promises to take you home after this one last ride, and you can’t find it in yourself to feel guilty when you get home late, math homework untouched, responsibilities replaced by the fluttering in your stomach.

—°+..｡ﾟ｡ﾟ+.*.｡.—

fill out my event taglist (pinned) to be tagged in works for this event!

[sunnys-side-upside-down]

Dakota, my boi!!

[mci-writing]

Thinking of Ishigami Senkuu who is trying really hard to focus on a video call between all the head scientists around the world, trying to decide how they’re going to complete their next big science project to further the development of the world. Unfortunately, his s/o is trying really hard to distract him from his work and coerce him to come back to bed, because he promised to spend the day with them a week ago and the impromptu call was getting in the middle of that. He’s already had to mute and turn his cam off a few times to entertain them, but there’s at least an hour left to the meeting before they’re all able to release one another.

It’s really his fault for even setting it up, but he forgot that he promised his free day to (Y/n). It’s his fault he has to now keep a straight face while they take his cock down their throat under the desk while he discusses the timeline for the other scientific milestones the science team needs to achieve. The sloppy sounds of their throat sucking him down are loud in his ears, leaving him lightheaded as his mind swims between the pleasure of the actions and the scientific processes of the achievements his team is wanting to approach. He grabs at their hair when they suck and tease at the tip, his breath hitching a little with each flick their tongue makes at the slit. He presses their head down further against him, holding them there as he tries to get the last of his words out without falling apart from the warm ecstasy of their mouth.

After he finishes his statement, he mutes his mic and cuts a camera, keeping the video on so he doesn’t miss too much of the meeting. He pulls his s/o off his cock, grinning down at them as they make eye contact, “Hey there, you little minx.”

[legokingfisher]

Dragons have pretty good noses, and Riyu loves to eat. Whenever u open a snack (even if you do so quietly) Riyu appears within 3 seconds looking at you like this in hopes you’ll share with him

[writeshite]

"Relax." John turns to glare at you, but you hold his head firmly, keeping his gaze at the door; your other hand unbuckles his belt; he grips the armrest, shallow breaths leaving him as he did his best to follow the order. "There we go," your voice close to his ear; he feels the anger almost dissipate.

You take his cock out, and he doesn't buck against your hand as fervently as he'd once done, obediently waiting for you to make the first move. "You're learning quick, aren't you?" You move your hand to his mouth, silencing the pleading whimpers as you jerk him off. The armrest bends, and he shudders; he's not the Homelander when he's in your hands. He's your good boy - obedient, pliant - always chasing the high your praise brings him.

"What do you think people would say if they saw you like this?" You laugh lowly; John's head cranes back, "Imagine that." Not many people are up and about in the building this time of night, and it's not the first time you'd done this - last week, he'd spoken out of turn, you'd bent him over your lap, and spanked him till his ass was red. He mewls when he cums, back arching slightly before falling back against you, turning in your hold when you direct him to do so, and eagerly licks away the cum on your hands.

[amelia-yap]

Here comes the wolf