#NIGHT SO MUCH BETTER THANK YOU SO MUCH

[dismas-n-dismay]

Suki - Chimera Falin amv

I present before you: The Chimera Falin Edit.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Results from the ‘Who is the tallest MDZS Character poll! Thank you all for voting!

[xxplastic-cubexx]

eternally grateful that no matter the verse within cherik either one of them will always have long lushish hair the other can lovingly comb through

[fast-burn]

gaping, helmet/mask, caught for maxiel

doing a little double-entendre for caught

kink list here

XXX

By the time Daniel herds Max into the nearest room with a door that closes--a storage closet by the looks of it, piled with boxes, one of them spilling Red Bull polos in their crinkly packages--he's so desperately horny that he's actually light-headed. He usually doesn't get the spins like this unless he's been drinking lots, or maybe out on the first free practice after a long vacation. But Max, he--

"Show me," Daniel demands. Begs, breathless.

"Hold on a second," Max says, voice muffled behind his helmet. He sounds like he does on the radio, and Daniel makes a mental note to dig up those recordings later. How well could Max have hidden it, giving feedback to GP or cussing when things didn't go his way?

Max struggles to get the helmet off. The HANS is still clipped to it, and it's snagged on something.

"No time," Daniel snaps, going for the zip on Max's suit and yanking it down. He dropped his own helmet and gloves on his car, and it's too bad that Max didn't do the same, but Daniel needs to see.

Daniel shoves down the sleeves of Max's suit, and the HANS comes undone with a gentle give, just caught on some thread. He spins Max around and pushes him up against the wall. Then, finally, he wrangles Max's suit over the plump curve of his ass, taking his snug briefs along with it.

And there it is: the plug Max said he'd put inside himself, just before they went out for Q1. The wide, translucent silicone base is snug between his cheeks. And also like Max had said, it's hollow. He's gaped wide open and Daniel can see right through to the dark, warm core of him.

Max is panting inside his helmet. "Well?" He asks. "What do you think?"

He'd been in the car with the plug inside him. It was probably vibrating with every turn.

"You slut," Daniel gasps, reverent. He puts two fingers inside the plug, inside Max's ass, and Max probably can only feel the echoes of sensation. He's completely vulnerable to whatever pleasure Daniel wants to take from him. "You're so hot, Max, god."

"If you come in me, it will probably leak while I'm driving again," Max offers, and Daniel stops breathing for a moment.

They really don't have the time. The whole rest of the garage is on the other side of the door. Any of them could walk in at any moment--it's not like it locks from the inside. They really really don't have the time, but Daniel hauls Max's body back against his, and grasps Max's full, sweaty tits through his fireproofs.

"You wouldn't be able to hold it in. My come," Daniel says. He mouths across the back of Max's helmet, tasting gas fumes and salt, the surface lightly gritty from the sand blowing across the track. He ruts his clothed cock against the ridge of the plug like an animal.

"It would get all over the place," Max agrees.

Daniel whines and licks the helmet, laves his tongue over Max's logo on the back, leaving a shiny trail through the dusting of grime. "Wanna fuck you so bad. Want you covered in it."

An announcement pings through the garage. "Hurry up," says Max.

"I know, I know," Daniel says, and at the same moment, the doorknob rattles. Daniel throws himself back against the door, pinning it closed. Max scrambles back into his race suit as they both hear someone say what the fuck on the other side. They look at each other, eyes wide. Not that Daniel is looking, but they probably both have enormous boners right now. Probably visible from space.

"You wait," Max instructs after they hear the receding footsteps. "I'll go out first."

"What? No," Daniel says, because he's not going to slink out behind Max. "I'm first."

Max huffs a breath into his helmet. "No, I'm first--"

"Max, c'mon, I should be first--"

"No, you're going after me. I'm first--"

"If anyone is coming second, it's you--"

[evelynpr]

Might be a hot take as a bkdk and tgck truther here, but I find izuocha endlessly fascinating, beautiful, but also tearfully tragic.

I see their love for each other as something representative of their innocence and naivety when they only knew so little about who they were, and what was to come.

I think the main barrier of their relationship is that its rooted in how they see each other very idealistically, specifically that they're attached to the image of their Best Heroic Selves, and not the deeply selfish, destructive, freaky, and egotistical parts of them. To each other, they need to keep fulfilling that image or else that same person they looked up to would almost die in front of them, and that would be too cruel. Although that hero is still there, that same person they looked up to is not the same now because of...well...everything.

Izuku had barely even talked to girls when he first met her. She was Izuku's first ever real friend (Sorry Kats, everyone and him knows he was terrible), so he saved her in that entrance exam even if it was so dangerous. She gave a new meaning to his derogatory nickname just by being a friend that believed in him. After that, she saved him several more times (Blackwhip and Megaphone are the biggest samples iirc). It makes perfect sense that she is Deku's hero.

Ochako hardly knew what it meant to be a hero when she first got into UA. Just by reaching out to some kid tripping, she made a new friend who would then save her in that exam, then save him again in return. This boy then became someone who was always working so hard to save everyone in trouble, and she realized she wanted to be just like him too. "I want to save people"

But...Deku changes. The weight of One for All is on his shoulders and he needs someone to carry this burden with him. He continues to want to save other people at the expense of himself, still not letting his true selfishness and ego ever show- and it only grows more and more unbearable.

Then...Ochako fell in love with Himiko. Truly, relentlessly, selfishly and devotedly in love with a girl who then dies giving her blood to her- the greatest expression of love Himiko could ever give.

Not that they can't love each other because of this happening (and...so many other things oh god), I'm honestly not sure how to explain it- But them ending up together after losing that innocence and naivety? After Ochako will forever grieve the girl who showed her love in its most beautiful and ugly form? After Izuku changed so fundamentally as a person that the butterflies of a nice girl talking to you doesn't exist anymore? After that simple image of being a hero and being in love has completely changed for them both?

Even so, I believe they still love each other. There is no label I know of that can properly describe them though. They are each other's image of being a hero when it comes to saving people. Aside from Shoto, no one else can grasp the grief of the person you tried to save dying in your hands. They would no doubt try to cope with these losses together, and just try to get better together...but so much has changed. They've changed. The world changed. What are they now? Who are they now?

"What happened...to us?"

[sainz100]

Daniel Ricciardo and Max Verstappen in Tokyo ahead of the 2016 Japanese GP | x

[tetzoro]

good morning friendz & happy monday ! chased some pretty sunsets over the last two nights so i wanted to share <3 i hope everyone had a good weekend and their monday is off to a good start (ㅅ´ ˘ `) ᡣ𐭩

[puffpawstries]

A LITTLE BIRDIE TOLD ME IT WAS UR BIRTHDAY YESTERDAY...

IK ITS NOT MUCH BUT. IVE BEEN MEANING TO GET AROUND 2 DRAWING HONNO OK!!!!!!!!!! BETTER NOW THAN NEVER!!!!!!!!!!!

KLEOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHEN I CATCH YOU KLEO OMG/???????? KLEO IM EATING THIS THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR DRAWING HONNO I LOVE THIS SO MUCH HONNOOOO HOW YOU DREW THEM IM JUMPING OFF THE WALLS RN KLEO🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡 THANK YOU FOR THIS IM GOING TO STARE FOR HOURS NOW THANK YOU

[jojo-schmo]

I made myself a personal playlist with the fnaf songs I like (because wow I’ve missed out on like five years of bangers and need to catch up!!). I thought I would make myself a playlist cover with my precious Helpy bear to inspire even more joy from it!! He stole/borrowed DJ Music Man’s headphones. :3

[glauces-notebooks]

rewatching night at the museum for the first time in a while and wow. i missed this film.

[fiendishartist2]

my og podcast men !!

[ID: Night Vale fanart of Carlos and Cecil. Cecil is a tall white man with four eyes posing with a grin, wearing a crop top that says “I can see you,” a neon green puffy jacket, and floral pants. Carlos a long-haired brown man wearing  a lab coat splattered in colorful stains  over a purple outfit, and he’s holding Cecil’s arm with a smile. End ID]

ID by @princess-of-purple-prose thank you for the ID!!!

[uncanny-tranny]

This whole "you're responsible for your triggers, nobody else >:(!" argument is weird to me because it's like... we know that ultimately, we are in charge of our trauma and our trauma responses, and I don't think everybody genuinely thinks that they have no agency over how their trauma can impact their life and the way they navigate it. So it's weird to me when peoples' first response is to remind us that our trauma is only up to us.

To me, it comes across like people are upset that traumatized people and people with triggers have boundaries related to their triggers and that it would be an asshole move to be like "fuck your boundaries! I do what I want around you!"

It is completely understandable if you're not able to accommodate somebody's triggers, but you don't have to put up a veneer of putting the blame on everybody else. It's okay to have conflicting needs, and that isn't really anybody's fault. Just move on, and don't engage with that person. There doesn't always have to be a Bad Guy in every situation.

[assortedvillainvault]

Love that prompt list! How about 24 - “Did you just bite me?” - for the DV'Cule, please?

In honour of the fact I've just quit my weekend job - DC please humbly accept my first outrightedly suggestive prose answer: praise the soup and your patience, here we go:

TLDR: Venomous bites and kinky viziers is certainly a match, and not one made in heaven, even for gods.

TW: Suggestive themes, biting, nothing overtly described. Implied threesome.

Did you just Bite Me?! - The DVCule: Jafar x Hades X Facilier

The yelp that cuts though the warm, heavy air startles them so badly that someone – Facilier maybe – tumbles off the bed with a swear, helped by one of Hades legs as the god flails. Flames roar between blue and orange as he grabs the back of Jafar’s head and tries to yank, grunting at the teeth buried in his shoulder.

The sorcerer remains locked in place – dazed and cross eyed as he clings - sweaty, sinuous, satisfied and apparently on another fucking planet for all that he was paying attention.

“Did you seriously just bite me?!” Hades croaks incredulously. “Jaf- Jafar, what the fuck-”

Muffled groans and what sound like an aborted reply leak between wet flesh. Hades winces as he tries to pry the sorcerers head away but finds him all but locked into the muscle – golden ichor dribbling between them. Despite the sudden burst of flame all the sorcerer does is grip harder, tongue idly flicking at the blood as it dribbles down his skin and smears the sheets.

Facilier stumbles up, nursing a bruised backside and scowling - swatting at Jafar to move but only getting a strangled hiss and an unfocused red glare for his trouble. The bokor blinks, noticing the odd..smooth sheen of Jafars skin, and the subtle red and black banding beginning to show.

“Ah, fuck. Is he-”

“Fanged up? No shit.” Hades hisses, feeling the two white hot, needle-like fangs twitch and flex what feels like down to his bones. “I don’t- fucking- need an anatomy discussion doc, get him off-!”

“I’m tryin-!”

Mood murdered - they attempt to wrangle the punch-drunk half-transformed sorcerer off the larger god, trading swears every time the teeth buried in his neck jostle, grimacing as Jafar swallows more and more godblood and slowly begins to giggle and produce some kind of awful hissy purr that shakes the bed and makes Hades especially regret the fireproof spells written into it.

Eventually they manage to pop Jafar’s unnervingly stretchy jaw off, tossing the ex vizier to the side while Facilier grabs rags for the bleeding and Hades glares at his lover. Slitted red eyes blink out of sync back as the half snake curls languidly in place, sleepy and pleased.

Hades scowls. “Memo to me – add a clause about biting...” He pinches his nose and sighs explosively, letting Facilier swipe at his shoulder where the wounds are already closing. “Oy, he’s such a freak.”

Facilier chuckles at that. “Yeah. An’ you like it, so what does that make you?”

“A pincusion apparently, oy-” He rolls his eyes and rubs his temples, feeling a headache coming on. “Was just starting to relax too...”

Facilier makes a sympathetic noise and throws the rag away. He slides back up, all smooth grace now that tall dark and twisted was slightly snoring. He gently cards a hand through the flames, letting them wrap around his fingers as Hades leans into the touch. “You wanna keep goin? Or leave it here? I’m game for either.”

Hades hums as he mulls it over and leans into him. Facilier’s brows pinch as he realises he’s… actually having to brace the god kinda hard. “Uh...Cher?”

Yellow eyes slowly blink open, and alarm bells start ringing as he sees just how wide the pupils are. “Hades..??”

“Faci...” He mumbles. “...have...have there always been three of you?”

The bokor feels his stomach tie into knots as he suddenly connects some dots - snapping his head around to see Jafar yawn, yellow drops of venom still clinging to his fangs.

He about launches himself out of bed – ignoring Hades sudden whine - and scrambles for his trousers, slung over the dresser. “Gotta get Ursula darlin’ - berightback-!”

[xxplastic-cubexx]

now i aint ever had no one on the enemy team call me out.... lol ...... abysmal they say this right as the mvp screen pops up too.....

[seaweedstarshine]

Thinking about the convolution of Eleventh Doctor's expressions of love for River Song in Season 7B. He does not trust Clara. He is utterly (wrongly) convinced that he and Clara are playing a grand manipulative game together. “What are you, eh?! A trick? A trap?!!”

So naturally, the last thing he should do in this game is to clue his opponent in on something that could be used to hurt him. Something like River, so painfully near the end of their time together, whose data ghost he can always see, who “it would hurt too much” to acknowledge. He can't let Clara know of the loss which constantly floods his senses; (“You are always here to me. And I always listen, and I can always see you,” he professes, once Clara has vanished into his timestream).

And yet. River fills his every moment (irregardless of any sneaking out for dates with increasingly-young Rivers while Clara is asleep like he did while the Ponds slept, which would explain his absence when the TARDIS is hiding Clara's bedroom). Even though it's not strategic, he can’t help but tell Clara about her. The best defense he can manage is to phrase it as if River isn’t as important to him as she is. Not only is avoiding her first name in his grief; he's also completely avoiding pronouns; which seems extreme given that he's still mentioning her as often as: “Oh yeah, of course he has! Professor Song! Sorry, it's just I never realized you were a woman.”

Leave out the emotion — leave out the details — don't show the cracks in the armor — play the part — win the game.

“Well, there's no point now. We're about to die. JUST TELL ME WHO YOU ARE.”

[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

ty to the people who continuously support me and love me I just. I love yall a lot <3