#LIKES & REBLOGS ARE ALWAYS APPRECIATED

[faunandfloraas]

Honestly I think a lot of people who have never made a gif for tumblr don't get that it does actually take time and effort, its not just rip it from a video and post it- you have to download the video, in my case I have a video player installed that grabs continuous caps, figure out what parts you need, you have to open those in photoshop or gimp, depending on where you got photoshop you might be paying for it every month and then on top of that is actually sizing, cropping, colouring, sharpening, adding text, etc. etc. like it is something that takes time and effort for which the only real reward is creating something that makes you happy and hopefully people reblog it with a nice or funny tag, so maybe keep that in mind the next time you think gif makers are being mean or unfair for being upset about reposts. It is its own little artform that is fairly unique to this website, and that's a big aspect of why I have always loved tumblr, if all the gifmakers stopped posting things would be a lot more boring around here.

[laurrelise]

hi here’s some five sketches

can you tell which one is my favorite

[rileyclaw]

my august commissions are open!!

commission TOS link

[foolishlovers]

CO-WORKER AUs: Below you can find a list of Good Omens AUs in which Crowley and Aziraphale are co-workers. (oh my god they were co-workers)

[Requested by anon. You can request more fic recs here.]

Hit me with your ledger by KissMyAsthma (G, 1k) Corporate accountant Aziraphale has been infatuated with his coworker Crowley for a long time, but he has done nothing about it. One day, opportunity strikes and… Sometimes, an accidental nude is all it takes to score a date.

Get Down by AppleSeeds (T, 3k) When Aziraphale calls downstairs asking them to send up someone to fix the fax machine in his office, he doesn't expect them to send the most handsome and stylish man he's ever encountered in his entire life. Hopefully he won't end up doing anything foolish to embarrass himself.

The Piano Serpent by journeytogallifrey (T, 3k) Aziraphale owns The Flaming Sword, which is one of the premier gay bars in London. Everyone knows this… except for their pianist, Crowley. While the regulars take bets over whether he's the clueless straight person he seems, Aziraphale just tries to prevent himself from falling further. But one night Crowley plays a song written specially to honor their regulars, and Aziraphale can't hold the truth in any longer. How will Crowley react? Will the truth really set them free?

Hold the Lift by CemeteryAngel725 (T, 5k) Crowley just wants to get to work on time, but when he gets stuck in a lift with new guy Aziraphale, he ends up with a lot more than he bargained for. See, Aziraphale has this list of 36 questions…

!False (It's Funny Because It's True) by MirjamOmens (E, 6k) Aziraphale drew a long breath through his nose. Crowley, of course it had to be Crowley. The new guy in the sales department, who would promise potential customers just about anything to close a deal. Arrogant, annoying – and wildly, stupidly attractive. Aziraphale hated him. Aziraphale is a stellar software architect and a project manager, who is so done with the sales department selling unrealistically scheduled and budgeted projects. And he definitely doesn't have a crush on anyone, thank you very much.

Bang This Out? by crepesandoysters (E, 9k) As far as work friendships go, Aziraphale and Crowley have won the jackpot. They work well together and know how to make each other laugh, the whole metaphorical package. They could even be called best friends. Or, at least, they could be called that until today. Today comes with a kiss, and the kiss comes with more. A lot more if it were up to them. Except that their workplace seems to have other ideas.

Cock Tales by TawnyOwl95 (E, 12k) Crowley’s love life is on the rocks so he finally swears off men. Typical that his new job places him with a co-worker who's so straight up sexy. Or in which, Aziraphale tries to mix things up, Crowley is shaken and Anathema is a right stirrer. But could a relationship be worth a shot?

I'm Beginning to See the Light by ineffabildaddy (E, 15k) There was Crowley - the paragon of cool, the overlord of apathy, breezing easily through each and every one of their exchanges and giving no fucks while doing so; then there was the anachronistic, cloying Aziraphale, trying and failing not to live life like a Thomas Hardy protagonist, and giving many fucks indeed. Or: Aziraphale has quite the pash on his colleague Crowley, who seems resolutely disinterested in him. As their annual Christmas party progresses, it appears that Crowley may not be as disinterested as Aziraphale first thought.

House Style by soft_october (M, 24k) “Since that's all settled, the real question is did he give you his number?” Anathema laughed. “He was looking at you the way you look at lunch.” “Forget lunch!” Michael declared. “He was looking at you the way you were looking at him!” Aziraphale is content in his job as an editor at Celestial Publishing, though he could go for a bit less of doing his boss' job for him. But everything goes a bit screwy when the CEO brings in a consultant with plans to build a program that will turn the entire editorial department on its head. If only he wasn't so handsome.

All Lines Are Open by TawnyOwl95, FeralTuxedo (E, 21k) Anthony Crowley, bored host of a trite call-in radio show on Tadfield FM, has very few pleasures in life beyond annoying his long-suffering producer Aziraphale. When a caller reports suspicious activity at the abandoned Tadfield Manor, Crowley is determined to investigate, dragging Aziraphale along. Both of them are going to get more than they bargained for. A local radio AU

Heavenly Wicked Cafe by WaitingToBeBroken (T, 33k) There is a terribly rude barista that makes amazing coffee and a saint of a barista, whose coffee tastes vile. And they are in love.

i've found a way (a way to make you smile) by curtaincall (T, 40k) Crowley worked in Sales. He had never intended to work in Sales. It had just sort of happened. One moment, there he’d been, a newly minted university graduate off to change the world, exquisitely useless Philosophy degree in hand, and now here he was, having sauntered vaguely downwards into a Hell that consisted mainly of cold-calling new customers and sucking up to existing ones.   AU based on The Office.

First Class (Hons) Christmas, University of Tadfield. by heloluv (M, 41k) Dr. A.Z. Fell is a renowned literature tutor at the prestigious University of Tadfield. December is upon the University, and Dr. Fell is leading the Christmas Charity Drive. He needs volunteers. Dr. A.J. Crowley is a skilled plant ecologist who recently began his tenure at UoT. He can't stand Christmas, and nothing at all could ever possibly convince him to partake in "festivities". Until a certain literary expert catches his eye. A Christmas and New Years fic, in which Aziraphale teaches Crowley how to enjoy the most wonderful time of the year.

because thinking makes it so by summerofspock, NaroMoreau (E, 41k) It's supposed to be an exchange. An arrangement. Something to make them both feel better and less lonely. But Crowley's never had the brightest ideas.

Tadfield's Finest by angelsnuffbox (E, 51k) The sleepy town of Tadfield is thoroughly shaken by the arrival of DI Crowley. Where barely anything ever happened before, there is now a bustle of low grade criminal activity, and everyone knows where to point the blame. Gabriel thinks he's a bad omen for the town, many others are quick to agree. Meanwhile, Aziraphale from SOCO just thinks he's hot. Ridiculously so.

Golden Handcuffs by seekwill (E, 70k) Far from any city, near the Scottish coast, Tadfield College has a celebrated history, an unrivaled academic reputation, and two departments at war. When the Biology and English departments are forced to share a building, Senior Lecturer and botanist Anthony Crowley finds himself drawn into the orbit of the polite but strange English professor, Dr. Aziraphale Fell. As the new term begins, two academics navigate the politics of both their offices and academia, and try to solve the puzzle of one another.

Wild Hearts by foolishlovers (E, 124, WIP) In the idyllic English countryside, far from the hustle and bustle of the big city, two teachers at Willowbrook Hall set out to transform their students’ lives through the world of theatre. But for Mr. Crowley, the challenge of navigating his long hidden feelings and dear friendship with Mr. Fell may prove to be the greatest drama of all.

Sugar And Spice by SylWritesStuff, ladydragona (E, 179k, WIP) Queer technology giant Anthony J. Crowley is just about ready to throw in the towel after relationship after relationship has failed, but there's a new barista at the company coffee shop and he's cute and sweet and Crowley's never been able to resist blond hair and blue eyes. The tabloids will have a field day, they always do, but his assistant is getting married and a temp is needed. A temp who really isn't very good at making complicated coffees, has past experience in reception, and absolutely no idea that the latest complicated coffee order came from the owner himself. Aziraphale only knows that he's handsome, patient, and was the first person who told him he was doing well. How could he refuse the temp position? Or, he soon discovers, more.

[you can find more fic rec masterposts here]

[silly-scribbles]

HAPPY ONE-YEAR TADC-VERSARY !!

Today, October 13th, the pilot to the Amazing Digital Circus first premiered on YouTube in 2023. I honestly have a hard time believing that this show is a year old now. The legacy it has left behind in the past 365 days is wild and, for an indie project, the fact they were able to produce 3 whole episodes in a year-long timespan is CRAZY. Animation takes a ton of time, and I'm so proud of what Gooseworx, Glitch, and everybody else who works on the show were able to do in such a relatively short amount of time and the records this show was able to break in the mean time (350 MILLION views is INSANE!!)

I can't wait to see what the future holds for this wonderful project <3

(Click/tap for better quality Tumblr really crunched it down)

[auriidae]

goofy hermit doodles!! because uhh why not!!

[hiyori-ii]

This is All Your Fault!

Pairing: Gojo x Reader

Word Count: 2,172

Tags: fem!reader, intercrural sex, dry humping, semi-public sex, being stuck in a small space together, gojo and reader are in their early-ish 20s, gojo himself really deserves a disclaimer lol

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Author's Note: By popular demand (180+ votes) I give you Gojo in all his glory <33 Sanji is next, I promise. :P

This is so not happening right now. 

Satoru laughs quietly to himself, watching as your face pinches in barely concealed rage. 

"Shut up, Satoru, this isn't funny."

"Oh, I beg to differ princess - this is hilarious."

You huff sharply and make sure to elbow him as you twist back around to listen for any movement on the other side of what must be the world's tiniest closet.

Like always, Satoru has gotten himself into trouble. And like always, he has somehow managed to wrap you up into it too. 

You hear footsteps round the corner and oh, that's Principle Yaga, no wonder he pulled you in here so suddenly. 

"What did you do this time you idiot?"

You hear him gasp behind you, "You wound me, princess! Why would you assume I've done something wrong?.”

You take a moment to collect yourself before looking back at him over your shoulder, "Oh I don't know, maybe because all you do is get into trouble?"

He can't keep the betrayed look on his face, pearly white teeth splitting his handsome face as he grins down at you. 

"I may have borrowed some important documents from Yaga's office."

Your eyes flutter closed and your shoulders sag as you begin to piece the situation together, "For christ's sake, Satoru, what is wrong with you?"

He reaches one hand down from where his palms are pressed against the door and pinches your side, making you jump back against his chest, "Don't be like that, I'm gonna give them back. Just need to buy some time before I return them is all."

You're about to open your mouth to give him a piece of your mind when the floorboards creak just outside your hiding spot.

'I should just open the door and let Yaga-sensei at him', you think to yourself. But before you can even lift a hand, Satoru has grabbed you by the wrist, his other hand coming across your mouth to make sure you don't rat him out. 

His breath tickles the back of your neck as he leans forward to whisper in your ear, "Come on, Y/N. Don't give me up now."

A chill races down your spine and you shiver against his body, blushing at the way he looms over you. 

"I promise I won't keep getting you involved if you just stay quiet for me this one time."

For fuck's sake. 

Satoru knows he's won when the tension in your body settles. His hand falls away from your mouth and comes to wrap around your waist, keeping you snug against him. 

Your heart flutters in your chest when you hear a second set of footsteps approach, Yaga calling out to greet them.

Great, more company, exactly what you two need right now. 

You're trying to pay attention to what they're discussing but Satoru has taken to squeezing your waist and it's starting to get distracting.

"Oi, Satoru, stop that, I can't concentrate with you treating me like a stress ball."

His squeezing stops and there's half a moment of silence before you hear him laugh to himself, "Sorry, princess - didn’t know you were ticklish.”

“I am not ticklish, thank you very much. I just don’t like being squeezed and prodded at while I’m trying to keep you out of trouble!”

Despite your instance, his hands slide up your waist and give an experimental squeeze that sends you careening forward, hips pushing back into him to get away from the sensation. 

“Ah! S-Satoru quit it! I’m serious!” Your breathing stutters and you twist side to side in his grip to escape the torture. 

His quiet laughter has stilled and his grip loosens on your sides allowing you to catch your breath long enough to spit back at him, “What the hell is wrong with you?! First you nearly gag me to keep quiet and now you’re threatening to tickle me! Pick one or the other, do you or do you not want to be caught?!”

A few seconds pass and he doesn’t respond. You can feel your eyebrow twitch in frustration. You straighten up and look over your shoulder, ready to rip him a new one but what you see steals the words right from you. 

Satoru has gone shock-still, pretty eyes wide and face a beautiful red. 

Your anger fizzles away and you soften your tone, “Hey, are you okay?”

He blinks and glances down to meet your eyes, “H-huh?”

“I said are you okay? You look like you’re gonna explode.”

Somehow, the blush on his face darkens, slipping below his collar, “Yeah, y-yeah, I’m completely fine. Sorry, I’ll behave myself.”

Well that doesn't sound like the Satoru you know, “You? Behave yourself? Nice try. Seriously, what’s the matter?”

The person talking with Yaga suddenly leans against the closet door, rattling it in its frame. The noise startles you and you to jerk back against Satoru’s chest, your hand reaching back to stabilize yourself.

As you open your mouth to apologize for bumping into him, Satoru lets out an almost inaudible noise.

You must be hearing things. There’s absolutely no way he just moaned. 

The hand you threw back to balance yourself with flexes, digging into the meat of his hip and he jerks forward, “A-agh!”

Oh.

Oh he’s hard. 

“S-satoru, are you serious right now?!” You can barely breathe with the feel of his cock pressed against you.

He drops his forehead to your shoulder, laboured breath ghosting over your exposed collar, “I’m sorry - you just, you’re so close and it’s my fault for making you squirm but you just feel so good.”

You think you must be on fire. Your skin feels like it’s burning from where his lips sit just above your shoulder, sweat beginning to form as your body temperature sky-rockets at his confession. 

You and Satoru have always been close, but never this close. 

“I-it’s fine, just keep still and we’ll be out of here soon. It sounds like they’re almost done talking,” your grip on his hip begins to slip and more of your body weight shifts back into him. 

“Oh fuck, Y/N, you gotta stop moving!” 

“I’m sorry! My grip is slipping!”

“Shit, okay, hangon, I’m gonna adjust us, okay?”

You feel his hands tighten around your waist and you barely contain a whimper as he easily lifts your weight off him, allowing you to stand up straight again. 

But as if the gods themselves were laughing down at you, you hear Yaga and his company shift their conversation to something more personal, his mission to track down Satoru clearly on hold. 

You want to scream. 

You need to get out of here now so you can clear your head and approach this rationally. 

Behind you, Satoru is suspiciously quiet. You can’t blame him though, the entire situation has you feeling like you’re going insane.

“Hey.”

“Hm?”

“I’m not upset, just so you know.”

You aren’t leaning against him anymore but your back is still lightly pressed to his chest and you can feel the inhale he takes, “Hah, well, thanks princess.”

A rush of heat settles between your legs at the nickname. Oh that’s not good. 

You slump forward letting your hands catch your weight on your knees, the situation finally starting to take it’s toll on you. You glance over your shoulder to sneak a peak, hoping that Satoru will ground you, but what you see instead lights an inferno inside of you. 

Satoru’s head has fallen back against the shelf behind him, his face still flushed with heat, brilliant eyes squeezed shut as he attempts to calm himself down. 

You can’t help but stare. You’ve always known Satoru was beautiful, you’d be crazy to not see it. But it’s never been more than that - just a simple fact of life. Now though, now it’s impossible to ignore. Now that you’ve felt the swell of his cock pressed tight against your ass, now that you know what he sounds like - looks like - when he feels the pull of arousal. 

Ever so subtly, you push your hips back against his and grind against the zipper of his tight jeans. 

As if struck by lightening, Satoru’s head snaps down to stare at you in shock, “W-agh-what are you doing, Y/N?!”

What are you doing? 

You don’t bother answering him before you roll your hips again.

He feels so good like this. You need more. 

You straighten up and lean back against him, feeling blindly for his right hand. When you find it, you can feel him trembling ever so slightly in your grip, “Is this okay?”

He nods before realizing you can’t see him, “Yeah, this is okay”

You respond by guiding his hand between your legs, letting him feel the wetness that has accumulated already. 

“Oh fuck, you’re so wet.”

Your face lights up in embarrassment, “Shut up! It’s your fault!”

Satoru can’t help but grin at that, the fog of arousal lifting long enough for him to catalogue that he'll be using that against you later. 

Before he can say something stupid, you guide his fingers under the hem of your skirt and through the leg of your underwear so he can touch you directly.

The sharp inhale behind you lets you know that you’ve effectively shut him up for now and you take the opportunity to grind your clit against the pad of his two fingers.

It takes him a second to get the idea, but then he starts to draw tight circles against you, pulling a pleased whine from your throat.

“S-satoru, let me hel- let me help you too,” you hiccup, tears starting to form in the corner of your eyes. 

You can feel the moan he lets out rumble in his chest. 

Without answering he pulls his eager hips back just enough to let him wrestle his belt buckle open, almost tearing the zipper in his haste to free his cock.

He’s mumbling something to himself when you feel the head of his cock bump against the back of your thigh, “-retty, so pretty.”

You’re starting to get impatient, your cunt throbbing without his hand there to ease the pressure, “Hurry up, need you”

“Shit okay, sorry.”

You can feel him lift your skirt up over your ass and shiver at the implication.

Satoru pats the side of your hip, his voice strained, “Stand with your feet together for me, okay?”

You wordlessly nod and pull your feet together, keeping your back tight against his chest. As your thighs come together, the pressure on your pussy increases and you squirm at the feeling. Behind you, Satoru had reached down to guide his cock between your thighs, wedging himself tight against your throbbing cunt. The slick leaking from you starts to coat his cock and with a gentle thrust he slides forward until his hips tap your ass. 

“Ha-ah, fuck, feels so good, princess. Can’t help myself, you're just so pretty.”

His voice has started to pitch in desperation and you can feel yourself getting lost in the feeling too. 

“Come on Satoru, show me how much you like this.”

He thinks you might just kill him. 

Without hesitating, he pulls his hips back just far enough so that only the head of his cock is still tucked between your slippery thighs. He gives one shallow thrust before pushing all the way forward, catching the hood of your clit on the way back. 

You groan as he starts to pick up the pace and you let your head loll back against his shoulder so you can watch his face as he fucks your thighs. 

His gaze is glued to the spot between your legs where the tip of his cock peeks out with each thrust, mesmerized by the fact that this is even real.

Your voice suddenly cuts through his daze, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Satoru don’t stop!”

Yeah, yes. He can do that. 

He reaches up and catches your chin in his hold, tilting your face towards his, watching for any sign of rejection before leaning down to kiss you. 

It’s suddenly all too much and your mouth falls open as your orgasm rips through you.

Your pretty moans are what finally set Satoru off and he can’t hold back anymore. He curls over you, forcing you to fold forward as he cums all over the door in front of you, some spilling onto your bare legs. 

A few seconds pass as you both catch your breath before you simultaniously break out into laughter. 

“We need to talk about this when we get out of here,” you start.

“You’re right,” he nods solemnly, “we really need to talk about how wet I make you.”

Your elbow connects with his ribs sharply and he barks out another laugh. 

Before you can give him a piece of your mind you hear two short knocks on the closet door, his laughter falling silent immediately. 

“Y/N, Satoru, I believe we need to have a word.”

Oh shit.

[radioactive-dazey]

I love you sanders sides artists i love you sanders sides fic writers i love you sanders sides fans i love you sanders sides

[anonymocha]

Bluepoch gave us the gift of barely-subtext tragic sapphic-centric media do NOT throw that away.

Context regarding PJSK and Undertale under cut.

Project Sekai cast is dominated by female characters but mlm is more popular, meanwhile Undertale has canon wlw rep and oh my god they’re at the bottom. I have nothing against these fandoms or media (I’m literally currently/was in them) but yeah. I just HOPE r99 doesn’t end up in a similar state.

[fearandhatred]

all of us here who actually use the reblog button are having infinitely more fun than the rest of u btw

[canecone]

Hello creatures of the night 😍😍 I have come back to fix the planetlord design

I need to stop pushing myself so far to the point the quality is the worst when I get long periods of inspiration 😔

[niyanoireee]

haii baii

[smilingmxsk]

Ind. Sel. Priv. Fandomless Horror OC | RP/Ask Blog for Margaret Anne Williams

OC/AU/Canon Friendly | Fluctuating Activity

10+ Years RP Experience

Loved by HikariDana

WARNING!!! DARK THEMES IMMINENT!!!

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[unforth]

Ngl as a small business owner who puts out something extremely pirate-able and who has never earned enough to make a pay check, this...

...is extremely upsetting.

Do y'all realize that most small business are maybe a handful of people? Do y'all realize that company's like LLCs exist to protect owners from legal and financial repercussions if the company falls apart? I'm not a company because I have stockholders, I'm a company so that if the business goes bankrupt the banks can't seize my fucking house. It's not evil to use existing legal structures to protect my family's assets. It's not unreasonable to ask people not to steal from businesses like mine.

It's like on Tumblr when it's One Artist or One Author Doing The Thing Themself you guys are all about it but the minute anyone tries to collectivize to do better we go from One Person Against The World to The Embodiment of Capitistic Evil with no in between, which is especially insane coming from the website that claims to think individualism has turned toxic and we should do more with community organization. The minute lots of people are involved in a business, there HAS to be legal structures like contracts and shit to protect the people involved. The Lone Creator Forging a Path is great for that one person. What about everyone else?

And so... some of us try to make a company to lift up a group.

And then I see shit takes like this.

Maybe. Maybe DONT fucking pirate from literally anyone just cause they've got the word "company" I'm the name?

Maybe remember that for small businesses, yes even when they're a company, there's a single person, or a family, or a group of friends, who are working their asses off to build something, and actually? Stealing from them makes you a FUCKING DICK.

Like. You realize we're just people right? Other regular people trying to survive the dystopian hellscape that is the now?

Maybe stop acting like you're automatically entitled to the labor and creations of others solely because you've decided that there is an entire huge category of people it's okay to steal from.

Like honestly. What the fuck.

[comickergirl]

Superfam sticker sheets! (This time with the CORRECT mock-up images. XD) Available for pre-order NOW on my storenvy site; these are print-to-order so I STRONGLY RECOMMEND getting an order in before 3/2/24 if you want 'em, as there are no plans for reprints at this time!

[silly-scribbles]

Jax found a new armrest