#MOBILE

[sonichedgeblog]

Hype Check - 'Sonic Rumble' is releasing in a couple of months worldwide! Do you plan to jump in? Support us on Patreon

[ionlypostmymeemocs]

I downloaded this game again because of nostalgia, and I wanted to be an animal.

Therians of Tumblr, do you remember this?

I've seen a common theme of therians playing this game before and im curious

[1800yermom]

BABE WAKUP STARDEW VALLEY 1.6 RELEASED TODAY

[eightiesfan]

[ofmusicandmagic]

“I do like this view a bit better.” His eyes raked over her after the kiss, taking in what he could see of her bare skin now. The women he’d seen in Radiant Garden had been covered from head to toe, but he also had a feeling it was just the upperclass. A few refugees who still lived in the capital city in Veloria did wear short sleeves.

His lips went to her now bare shoulder, pressing a kiss to the skin as his hand ghosted over her stomach and near her chest. “I find myself curious what you were expecting from me when you came up here with me, though.”

“Women’s fashion does tend to be a bit more… flowing than what I’ve seen here.” His fingers went back to the zipper on her dress.

“If you find it so constricting, I suppose I should get on with taking it off you, hmm?” Finally he dragged the zipper down and leaned back so they could both work in pulled it off her.

[mttonex]

scott when every guy with dark hair and glasses is gideon

[jetlaggingbehind]

thinking about wallace wells. thinking about going through hook ups like tissue paper, never believing anybody will stick around besides scott, who's here only because he has nowhere else to go, and you let him stay anyway even though he doesnt pay the rent. one of the only consistent people in your life, someone you might've actually genuinely liked straight up dying and leaving you with a sudden void of an empty apartment and a cold spot in a futon. thinking about immediately getting wasted and bringing a guy home, someone whose name you won't remember but it's okay because youre only in it for the sex— you dont believe in sparks, after all. believing that scott's conception of his one true girl was a joke because you just don't think you'll ever love anyone like that. kissing someone on a movie set because it's something to do, because he's dressed in the costume of somebody you cared for, because it's all manufactured, false realities and layers of separation deep enough for you to brush off his pleas for connection. thinking about going to paris after everything, the city of love, as tacky as that is, saying you're only there to spend money. but despite the insistence on irony you meet a guy— a fellow canadian, actually, twin foreigners in an unfamiliar place. someone who actually wants to stick around, who follows you through the city to see the sights and seems to genuinely like you. it can't be genuine, though— can't possibly be a reason to stay beyond a few hookups. so you stop at the river and you kiss him to get it over with...

but instead you see sparks.

[sonichedgeblog]

An animation of Tails loving the conversation, from the DoCoMo chara-den which were avatars you could use for videophone calls on keitai. Thanks to @RockmanCosmo for getting us the footage from DoCoMo's tool's, which were obtained from a P902i phone. Support us on Patreon

[grmka]

hubbies

[rollingyamada]

awww

[clausmotherthree]

MOBILLACE NATION WE WOOOOON

[deaddoveadventures]

Curumë’s hand ceased its movement, resting over the center of Vayu’s scar as he listened to his partner's story. His touch lingered there, as if he could somehow hold Vayu together, protect him from yet another strike of the ghoul’s claw, cleaver, or whatever it was the monster had used to cut the man open. Meanwhile, a pit opened in the warlock’s stomach—not empty or dark, nor filled with despair. It was fertile ground for something far more dangerous, something violent and unpredictable. A crooked grin crossed Curumë’s pale face as he held his lover tightly.

“Isn’t it obvious what we need to do, then?” he asked, his voice cutting like steel. “That wretched beast needs to die.”

Letting go of Vayu, he took a step back, his eyes feverish, as he shifted around the chair to kneel in front of his partner. “Or even better, it needs to suffer by its own wicked ways.” Curumë looked up at his lover, meeting those obsidian orbs once more. They were pitch-black now, the murky reflection he'd seen earlier gone, erased from the depths of Vayu’s eyes. It was too dark.

“What is the monster’s name? Tell me, and I’ll cut that creature up with my own two hands. Surely it will enjoy my dagger in its accursed heart.” The warlock sneered, the thought of the ghoul bleeding out at his feet sending a shiver of excitement and satisfaction down his spine.

Vayu closed his eyes, and drew in a breath, settling into Curumë's embrace. If he had it his way, all of their days would be like this, gentle and slow-moving. Maybe then, he would always feel this safe. Of course, it wouldn't be, but maybe that was a blessing in disguise. It meant he ought to speak now, rather than allow his words to retreat for the millionth time.

"Well... You saw the cuts with your own eyes." It was ironic. Vayu was usually frustrated by the verbal games of chicken others played. But when it came to this, he could do little else. "It's like something a butcher would do, isn't it?"

No, this wasn't him, it shouldn't be. Even so, he could feel how he forced himself to speak, how languid and heavy the words felt on his tongue the closer they circled to the heart of events.

"I was... cut open, just like that. For... the very same reason."

Something felt hollow and dry in Vayu's throat when he said that. It was entirely truthful, but to so plainly acknowledge the comparison...

If he could see his reflection in most others' eyes, this is what he thought he would see: a protector, a shield of bones and muscle; a provider, a vessel of warm blood; a lover, a blank canvas of skin and nerves. Malleable, expendable, and consumable. Filling and tempting to sink one's teeth into. Meat.

Pushing past that feeling, he continued, "A... ghoul of sorts, in the Feywild, she had some ideas on stretching out a single human's shelf life. She devoured very slowly, and relied on magic to- to keep going, maybe indefinitely."

His hand came up to his shoulder, feeling the burn underneath the fabric of his tunic. "And the burns are an especially strange story... A sage told me she found me in the ghoul's domain with a torn-open chest, and tried to cremate me." A dark chuckle. "Entirely reasonable assumption. How was she supposed to know I somehow survived that? I don't know how I survived. I can't tell you any more about this."

[thenightgazers]

Happy Anniversary to TADC!!

Redraw of my year old drawing:

[lullabynursery]

Colorful babycore!

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[fruitiermetrostation]

Samsung GT-C3520 La Fleur edition