#IM SHAKING?????

[artpatine]

so u guys liked that previous drawing a lot, huh

(so we're shipping these two now, right. what does one even call this --- draculashipping?? nosferacula???)

[xiaq]

So my bike was stolen from our garage last night. My beloved, custom, carbon fiber, most-expensive-thing-I-own-aside-from-my-car bike. I just found it listed on FB marketplace. Shit is about to go down.

[conclaveyaoi]

btw I knew all those cowards were gonna turn their backs. love them all etc we are all adults but I knew all those cowards were gonna turn their backs. sorry, dylan fans. and yet irving b PERSISTED. irving b had NO friends, NO lover, NO fire, NO tent. irving b had his intuition and the sight of the love of his life in dreams. it was very cold but irving b said: i am gonna serve so much cunt like you've never seen, i'm gonna serve more cunt than there's snow around. and he waterboarded the mole for breakfast. the b stands for BITCH

[whalesharkstho]

more doodles of them…. god i love them

[p4nishers]

jayce looking at wizard viktor one last time before getting sent back to his timeline can ANYONE HEAR ME

[seancefemme]

In all timelines

In all possibilities

Only you

[icantbotherwithusernames]

another (relatively) old gf comic i did.

[livingincolorsagain]

so. buck and eddie facetime like, all the time. buck bakes and wraps his baked goods in cute little packages and puts them in a cute little basket and takes it to eddie. buck thinks eddie is watching porn and is like no, we are watching porn. together. in the middle of the day. in the kitchen. he sees eddie looking at houses, realises eddie is looking at houses in texas, decides to help. takes the tablet to the couch. his face falls when eddie turns away. there was a rainbow over them. they are always standing close. they’re partners. all of this happened on my screen. today. okay.

[wonsters]

CHAT I FUCKING SHIFTED LETS GOOOOO

[starryeyesmasc]

thinking about a girl guiding me through fucking her…

“good girl, that’s it, there we go. fuck, go a little deeper, baby.”

“haha, look at you—humping my thigh just to get off—no no. don’t you dare stop. you wanna be desperate? let me see it.”

“blushing so prettily for me, aren’t you? such a good slut, aching just to please me.”

“your body was made for this, wasn’t it, pretty girl? moulded for my pleasure. you look so good when you fuck me—awww did someone just moan?”

“faster, babe. I know you can go faster—fuck mhmm just like that. so good for me, baby.”

“are you close already? aw I know it feels good, babe, I know. hold on for me, okay? i want you to cum with me.”

…just,,,fuck I need a girl to please 😩

[spiritsong]

can't wait for the kendrick scholars to analyze and dissect every bit of that stunning performance. idgaf about drake at this point i mean that look into the camera was devastating but- THE BLACK EXCELLENCE!! you can't take the politics out of kendrick's work man. and they sure as hell will try!!! and fail. beautiful love to see it

[tojisun]

you’ve just given me a thought

Reader sitting on Johnnys face with Simon fucking him. Johnnys pushing reader down harder on his face, all pussy drunk, smothered in her and it gets to a point where Simon has to physically pull reader off of Johnny just to let him breath because he wasn’t gonna do it himself and certainly wasn’t going to let reader go. He’s all flushed and breathing heavy getting air back in his lungs, face covered in squirt 🫣

oh lord i may have died and ascended-

and the way johnny’s got a vice grip on your thighs or on the dip of your hips, pushing you down on his face, either to muffle his moans on the hot press of your skin because simon’s fucking him so good, hitting his prostate so well, or to lick up at your pussy because it is so wet and warm, and your slick is so delicious, he can’t help but gulp it down because he wants more—

“joh-nny,” you hiccup, his name slipping from your gritted teeth in a slurred hiss. “stop! stop, please!”

it’s too much, too fast, and johnny’s frantic movements are only making you anxious. you can’t even feel his breath against your cunt anymore, and you tremble, wide-eyed as the cold wash of worry mixes with your desires.

you fist at his hair, trying to pry him off your cunt so you can get to your knees for a second, but your squirming just makes johnny grip your body harder. he digs his tongue in deeper, and you let out a drawled-out whine at the drag of his nose against your hardened clit.

“simon!” you sob, your breaths hitching as you tremble. “make’im stop! simon, make’im—”

“fuckin’ hell,” simon murmurs, breathless himself, his voice a rich timbre from somewhere close behind you. you feel his arms wrap around your chest before he pulls you towards him.

you lazily topple off johnny’s face and into simon’s space, your back pressed flush against his chest. you tip your head down, feeling the way simon does the same, and you two watch as johnny catches his breath.

he is flushed oh-so beautifully, his nose all flared as he gulps down air. his face is wet, messy with your slick, and you watch, with a silent gasp, johnny poke his tongue out to lave at his glistening lips, tasting the remnants of your euphoria.

you jump when you feel simon buck his body forward, jostling you and johnny together. johnny hisses, his face crumpling in his pleasure, and—

“oh,” you say, reaching down to stuff yourself with your fingers. “si, do tha’ again, please?”

simon hooks his chin on your shoulder, grunting in his own bliss when he pulls out, slow like he is deliberate in teasing johnny, only to punch his cock back in johnny. you three share a moan.

[sabertoothwalrus]

I’m not done talking about the Only One Bed scene in Tiger Tiger. I cannot even begin to explain how funny it is.

You have a nobleman/sailor, Remy, who’s been hopelessly gay pining for his right-hand man, Jamis.

Jamis is the most oblivious bisexual in the world.

the One Bed belongs to Remy’s fwb and is also the bed where Remy lost his virginity.

The fwb is the one who intentionally set up the Only One Bed scenario knowing exactly how in love Remy is with Jamis.

Everything in Remy’s life is going sideways at the moment, and Jamis didn’t sleep at all the night before because he was out getting wasted.

And Remy makes Jamis, his right-hand man, the love of his life, and the object of his desires SLEEP ON THE FLOOR.

And then Jamis proceeds to say THIS about the fwb:

and SEVEN PAGES LATER, we get this interaction:

he’s so real for this. Like, if I set up THEE most optimal Only One Bed scenario with maximized sexual tension and it didn’t work, I woulda said this too.

[hinamie]

thank u canon plant nerd megumi for my life

bonus:

[starry-bi-sky]

on a completely separate note; shizun luo binghe with a disciple shen yuan who fell into the abyss??? *thinks about LBH canonically stealing SQQ's corpse for 5 years* he'd hallucinate i think. like, like visual and audial hallucinations.

Keeps thinking he's seeing SQQ in the corner of his eyes, or wandering between the trees, amongst a group of disciples. Thinks he hears him calling for him, but its just the wind or another disciple.

Gets Xiu Ya reforged but patently fucking refuses to make a sword mound. Because his disciple Is Not Dead :))) There was No Body. He's Not Dead. And If You keep Insisting That He Is, He's Gonna Skewer You :). He's holding onto Xiu Ya so he can return his most favored disciple's sword when he returns. It's on his hip right next to Zheng Yang where it's supposed to be.

Also this motherfucker?? does not sleep btw. He has the image of SQQ, wide eyed and hysterical and standing at the mouth of the abyss burned into his fucking eyelids. Can't use the dreamscape to escape it either because he keeps trying to save him and either he does and it's an incredibly cruel trick to wake up to, or he doesn't and he gets his heart broken in several different pieces again.

There is no convincing this man that Shen Qingqiu is dead. Absolutely nothing at all. He is buried so deep in denial that moles would be jealous of how deep he is. He keeps making tea for two in the bamboo house only to remember that it's just him. SQQ's fans are hiding everywhere, little reminders of his presence. He goes to wake up SQQ on the mornings he sleeps in-- only to find the room empty.

[soap-ify]

thinking about laying beside simon on the bed, your head resting on his shoulder while his hands held a book that you had gifted him, his eyes fixed on the text.

your fingers absentmindedly traced over the scars on his chest, letting your soft fingertips draw over the rough sunken skin of the healed gashes — a painful story written in each of them. and you wanted to read it all, read every scar and cut, kiss all of it, absorb it so you could share it with him — a connection only you’d ever have with him.

your fingers slowly found their way to his stomach, hand caressing the muscles that had softened up ever since he had come home from deployment, your eyes noticing the stretch marks starting on the sides of his tummy that you adored so much. pale lines adorning his skin, urging you to probe them too, your hand touching him so gently — an angel soothing a wounded soldier.

simon is gorgeous, too gorgeous. he never seemingly saw it the way you did. “you’re so pretty…” you lazily whispered, pressing a soft kiss on his shoulder.

you were the warmth his cold heart sought, the fire that melted him, the sun that gave his moon the light he never thought he’d see. he needed you in the way a man needed a god, in a way a plant yearned for water. and you were happy to give it all to him, everything for your sweet simon.

“you tryin’ to tickle me, love?” his gruff voice broke you out of your trance, your eyes finding his which were no longer looking at the book, an intrigued grin playing on his lips that made you giggle heartedly and give his stomach some pats.

“maybe.”