#Personaliseer

[tbtb-relatiegeschenken]

Personaliseer je mokken bij TBTB!

Ben jij op zoek naar de perfecte mok om je dag mee te beginnen? Of misschien een uniek cadeau voor iemand speciaal? Bij TBTB kun je mokken bedrukken en bestellen die volledig aan jouw wensen voldoen! 🌟

Waarom zou je een mok personaliseren?

Uniek en persoonlijk: Geef je mok een persoonlijke touch met je favoriete foto, een inspirerende quote of een grappige tekst.

Perfect cadeau: Een gepersonaliseerde mok is het ideale cadeau voor verjaardagen, jubilea, of gewoon om iemand te laten weten dat je aan hen denkt.

Bedrijfspromotie: Gebruik bedrukte mokken om je merk te promoten. Perfect voor giveaways, bedrijfsevenementen en als relatiegeschenk.

Bij TBTB is het proces super eenvoudig:

Selecteer je mok: Kies uit verschillende stijlen en maten.

Upload je ontwerp: Voeg je eigen afbeeldingen en tekst toe.

Plaats je bestelling: En wij zorgen ervoor dat jouw unieke mok snel bij jou thuis wordt bezorgd!

Bekijk het volledige assortiment en start vandaag nog met personaliseren via deze link: TBTB Mokken

Mis deze kans niet om iets speciaals te creëren. Happy customizing! ☕

[timethehobo]

Needed some hug visuals so a scribbly with a ref. 🥺

[birdbrainded]

ITS TIME, please consider me but either way whoever's reading this ily for taking that time outta your day <3

[bogkeep]

there's something so deeply dystopian to me how tech companies don't understand that a forced convenience is not a convenience at all. i'm sure autocorrect is helpful for many, but a function that forcibly changes my actual written words and punctuation is taking away my language. photo filters can be nice but i need to choose using them myself or else i have lost the ability to take the picture i want. i don't want a machine to draw or write for me. taking away the option for me to do things manually feels like violence!!!! all this talk of endless opportunity, why are you RESTRICTING me

[moonlightcycle571]

Marvel being iconic

Just a thought of where Marvels main brand is being the most girly pop hero in the jl.

Like all the JL are iconic and they have their fair share of fanmade edits, but Marvels are just elite. He is the IT girl, the one who will regularly do themed costume changes on random intervals, he calls it as he sees it and is very ACAB.

Examples of clips is when he brought a fidget spinner to a …

Or the fact he uses squiggly glitter pens every time people ask him to write things down

Or when during a UN conference, he was just side eyeing Adam the whole time. Bro is not subtle.

Or the fact that he literally dwarfs over the Justice League (not including Big Barta).

In any case, he’s litteraly a social media icon. And because of that, Batman gave him access of twitter. He becomes more popular. If you want to see how it goes, see this series: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3296761

I love it so much, I reread it all the time.

Bonus:

Here’s one of the clips of Cap that made him viral. It’s of that time he found the suicide squad beating up the Joker.

SQ: …

Joker, beat up: …

Marvel, the only hero on scene: …

Marvel: oh no! An injured civilian

Riddler, who just wanted to go to Fawcette to riddle with some trolls: …

Riddler, mildly injured: … oh?.. Oh! .. OH THE PAIIIIIN

Police officer on scene: uh Captain… that’s the riddler

Marvel: Nuh uh, the Riddler has a green hat with a question mark and a cane. This fine gentleman is simply in a Green suit.

Harley Quinn, chocking the Joker: he’s a poor injured civilian

Riddler: yeah, I’m a poor injured civilian

Marvel, scoops riddler: up up and away

Police officer:

Reporter on scene:

SQ, still beating up the Joker:

Bonus 2:

Red Hood, somewhere: Something just happened

Oracle, already finding the source: oh tonight’s movie night is going to be amazing.

Signal: I’ll get the popcorn.

[luckyreds]

Fellas, is it gay to gift your best friend a very rare and coveted knife engraved with both our initials?

[lostsyren]

I've read all of your work, but my memory SUCKS. Have we gotten a love confession from Rafe? Maybe it can tie into a third part of the whole ''I have standards'' fight that they are in.

ᥫ᭡ I love you

{summary: the first three times rafe cameron says ‘I love you’ to sofia}

{a/n: sorry for the delay. i didn’t include this to be with the standards series, so i apologise! you can tell how behind on my asks i am! but i hope you still like it!}

{warning: mild sexual content}

౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

The first time Sofia heard him say those words she couldn’t be sure he actually said them.

It was when they were fucking. Well– not really that. Sex had become something that transcended physical. It became almost a mental game between the two– where eye contact was held, where touches felt reverent, where kisses were uncontrolled. It was no longer hooking up, it was companionship– for the both of them.

Sofia knew Rafe was lonely. She quickly figured out the playboy, cocky, man of the house persona that clung to him like dried paint was a front. He’d always be wary of never hurting her (well at least not consciously) and that was a lot more than what could be said about other guys on Figure 8 she’d messed around with. They were always mean; especially after they’d wetted their dicks with her.

“Be quiet when you leave– if they see I hooked up with the bartender I’d never live it down.”

“You think you can give me free drinks now? I think I deserve it.”

“You pogues always want more don’t you?”

They’d always say they were joking when they would see her crestfallen face and wide eyes. Rafe’s jokes had irked her a couple times too, but he’d always found a way to fix it– make her feel better. They never did.

So when Sofia heard Rafe murmur something against the flushed skin of her neck, his head buried into her hair, lips pressed on her jugular vein– her heart spluttered for a second.

“I love you,” he panted, half breathless, half groaning.

It was either she’d misheard or he was joking.

So she let the moment pass, wrapping her legs tighter around his waist as she came. He didn’t say anything afterwards. Maybe he didn’t want her to hear? That’s why he’d muffled his mouth with her nape. Maybe he didn’t mean it? It was just a wanton slip of the tongue. Or maybe he didn’t say it at all and she was just hearing what she wanted.

The second time he said it he was drunk. And she heard him loud and clear.

Rafe wasn’t the type to get full-on, no inhibitions, sloppy, drunk. He could handle his drink. It was usually him who had to deal with Sofia’s tipsy ramblings and inebriated stumbles.

So when he was throwing back shot after shot at some party they’d attended together, Sofia thought nothing of it. But later on when he’d come crawling back to her, after fooling around with Topper and Kelce, she was surprised to see him like that: drooping eyelids, blush-kissed cheeks, a clear, rhythmic sway to his walk.

“Hey baby,” he slurred, sinking next to her on the couch. His head lolled back, and up close she could see a faint sheen of sweat coat his skin.

“Rafe– are you drunk?” She said, bringing her mouth close to his ear. He sat like he always sat– sprawled out, legs spilling into her space.

“No…I’m fine.”

He was not. He’d been acting off for a the past couple days. But whatever was bothering him, he didn’t let slip. Sofia had a hunch it was something to do with his family– information he’d impart with rarely. But whenever he did mention his father, or his sister, sometimes even his mother…Sofia listened, still and solemn.

“Come on, let’s go.” She left one word unspoken, that dangled off the end of the sentence like breath hanging in front of you when it’s cold.

Let’s go home.

But it wasn’t her home. It was his home. She’d been with him long enough to feel like this was something more. She knew it was something more. But neither her or Rafe would concede first. Not out of stubbornness or embarrassment. But fear of ruining what they had. So she swallowed the word bitterly, and let what was hers and what was his exists in their separate spheres. They weren’t each other’s. They were just two people who fucked.

Sofia half-carried him out the party, face burning as she passed Kelce and Topper. She knew what they saw her as. And she hated it.

But Rafe breezed by without a care, his arm slung around her frame, his hands playing with hers as she tried to grasp on to him.

Eventually they reached his car.

Sofia had directed him to the passenger seat, and after a few grumbles and complaints, she managed to grab the keys from him.

Driving the BMW down the smooth-paved streets of Figure 8 was something Sofia loved. Rafe let her sometimes when she’d ask, otherwise he would drive them everywhere.

In the plush, leather interior, she didn’t have to fumble with a janky gearstick, or worry about stalling, like she did in her decades old car. She could just cruise, listening to Rafe’s soft sounds as he slept.

Once they reached Tannyhill, she’d woken him up and coaxed him to bed. Turns out drunk Rafe was even more of a wilful terco.

“Come on baby, let’s get you to bed,” she said, voice like velvet. Rafe eventually complied, ending collapsing on their– his– his bed.

He was out, chest rising and falling, mouth slightly parted. Sofia’s heart stirred. He was so pretty sometimes. When he wasn’t trying to appear threatening and tough. A sense of innocence settled over his relaxed features, that never seemed to shine through when he was awake.

Sofia pulled off his shoes before slipping into the en-suite to run a washcloth under the tap. She took a seat beside him, running the damp fabric across his brow.

The action caused him to stir, blue eyes blinking open, meeting her own stare.

“Sofiaaa,” he murmured, lips tugging up into an amused smile. His hands snaked over his body to meet her wrist as she dabbed the washcloth across his sweaty face.

“Raaafe,” she teased, mirroring his lilting tone.

“You’re so pretty, you know that right?” His words were breathy and low, barely audible despite the silence of the shadowy room.

“Thank you Rafe.” He moved her hands away from his face, so he could see her more clearly, hand still folded around her wrist.

“And you’re so kind and nice and fun. You make me feel good. Like real good.”

Sofia scoffed, letting the washcloth fall onto the bedside table, dropping his hand across his stomach. “I’m not sleeping with you Rafe so don’t even try it– you’re drunk remember?”

He just shook his head, “nahhh– Like you make me feel good here.” He tapped his hand against his chest, his fingers hitting the sternum where his heartbeat was.

He waited for her reaction, his dilated eyes looking like two wet marbles, his lips shiny with saliva and remnants of tequila.

Sofia’s gaze softened, her hand reaching out to caress the slope of his cheekbone, her thumb brushing against his face.

“You’re so sweet, cariño,” she hummed, smiling down at him.

“I love you Sofia. Like so fucking much, yeah?”

Her heart dropped, breath hitching in her ribcage. She stopped the gentle circles rubbing into his skin, but her hand remained cupped against his cheek.

He didn’t mean it. He was drunk. He was lying. He was teasing her.

But the way he looked up at her: Waiting. Anticipating her response to his words. His blue eyes flickering in the half-dark.

In the quiet of the bedroom Sofia chose to believe them.

“I love you too Rafe.” Her voice was quiet and high, bordering a rasped out cry. God, did it feel good to say. Sofia Flores was in love with Rafe Cameron.

His face broke out in a boyish smile, and for once he looked his age. Not like a man trying to fills his father’s shoes, sleep in his father’s bed, take over his father’s company. He looked like a boy in love– sappy and sweet and soft.

“Give me a kiss,” he instructed.

“You reek of alcohol.”

“If you loved me you would,” he huffed with a smirk.

Sofia laughed, eyes crinkling in the corner, “that’s not fair.” But she bent down anyway, her hair tickling his face, which he tucked away behind her ear.

“My pretty girl,” he mused, staring into her eyes, his own glossed over in a drunken haze.

“Mi niño lindo.” Sofia brushed a chaste kiss over his forehead, before moving off of him, realising he’d slipped into a steady sleep.

Sofia undressed, sliding into bed beside him. She nestled up against his body heat, her heart fluttering when he moved to bring her in closer– his hand slotted against the crook of her hip, his face nearing hers.

After that night, Rafe didn’t seem to remember his drunken love confession. But Sofia stored it inside her heart, tucked in between her own pulsating love for him.

The third time he said it was her birthday. Sofia hated birthdays. They were just a reminder of how she’d gotten nowhere in life. Still stuck in the shitty job she got when she was 18, still stuck on the Cut, still stuck living life for her family rather than herself.

Her parents had given her a hug and a kiss, and her little sister had made her a card. But as always, she then had to leave for her shift at the country club.

Sofia had let herself recognise the occasion, picking up half a dozen cupcakes for her and her colleagues. Ever since she’d spent more time with Rafe, Sofia had neglected her friendships with them. They’d smile at her and make small talk, but they never invited her back for drinks, or told her about parties on the Cut– she couldn’t have gone of course since she was busy with Rafe, but it would’ve been nice to have the option of declining. Sofia pushed away her trivial insecurities, and held the white box with shaky hands.

They’d all seemed chagrined when she told them it was her birthday– embarrassed they didn’t get her anything, embarrassed it slipped their mind, embarrassed that Sofia acknowledged their crumbling bond. But they still ate the cupcakes on their break before going back to letting Sofia skirt conversations and pretend to ignore them when they discussed their plans.

It was nearing evening and her day was coming to an end, when she spotted Rafe walk across the bar floor, a big smile on his face.

They hadn’t planned to meet today. But Sofia was relieved to see him regardless, finding herself mirroring his wide grin.

“Hey, what are you doing here? I thought you were busy today?” She asked, already making his drink that she’d grown to memorise.

Rafe just shrugged, retaining that sly grin on his mouth, “I missed you. Are you busy?”

Sofia shook her head “only with work.”

He drove her back to Tannyhilly when she finished her final shift. She noticed he seemed effervescent, bubbling with energy: fingers tapping against the wheel, eyes darting everywhere, shoulders rolling back ever so often.

He led the way inside once they reached the house, Sofia heading up to the bedroom.

But Rafe stopped her. “Wait– follow me.”

Sofia quirked her eyebrows, “why?”

He rolled his eyes playfully, grabbing her by the hand, “just come on.”

Rafe took her to the kitchen, but before they went past the doors, he stopped, letting go of her hand and instead moving to stand behind her.

“What are you–?”

“Shh– just trust me.” And with that, he covered her eyes with his big hands and slowly pushed her into the kitchen.

Sofia giggled nervously, feeling Rafe’s tall figure crowd against her back. She’d honestly forgotten it was her birthday, so when Rafe’s hands fell from her face, letting her upon the candle lit table, a helium balloon that gently swayed, the bouquet of lilies and peonies that sat verdant in the centre, her heart faltered a little.

“Happy birthday Sof,” he said softly behind her, smiling down, watching her face intently.

“What– how– ?”

“I saw it on your ID once and kept a note of it. Was hoping you’d tell me, but you didn’t so I thought I’d surprise you.”

Sofia’s eyes roved over all the little details: the fancy china she’d never seen him use, the expensive bottle of champagne that was sitting there waiting to be opened, her name in swirling script across the balloon.

He took her silence as something negative, “you don’t like it. Fuck I’m sorry. This is weird isn’t it?”

Sofia quickly stopped him “no no no! This is so beautiful, I love it! It’s just that I never really do anything for my birthday– I’m just surprised that’s all.”

Rafe considered her words, a brief flash of confusion swiping across his face, “well sit down and I’ll serve dinner yeah?”

Sofia nodded, smiling up at him.

They finished eating (Rafe had gotten her pizza from her favourite spot), and they sat nursing their drinks at the table.

“I’m sorry you spent most your birthday working,” he suddenly said, starring at her with a piercing sincerity that unsettled her.

She simply just laughed, “don’t worry about it, I’m used to it.”

“I’m sorry for that. You deserve more.” They shared a brief glance that felt too long, the back of Sofia’s neck prickling in goosebumps.

“Wait I forgot one thing.” He got up, disappearing behind the kitchen counter.

“What?” Sofia arched her neck trying to see what he was doing.

“Can’t forget the birthday girl’s gift,” he teased, pulling out a wrapped present, complete with a bow and everything.

Sofia bit back a smile, her eyebrows softening at his giddy smirk. She accepted the gift gingerly, examining the golden wrapping paper that glowed in the dull candle light. She could tell he wrapped it himself– there was tape in places that didn’t need it and the paper was wrinkled slightly, as if he’d tried folding it multiple times. It was heavy too, Sofia’s arm sagging slightly when he handed it over.

“You didn’t have to Rafe,” she began, her cheeks turning pink.

He shushed her again, “just open it.”

And so she did, carefully tearing the paper, to reveal a box with golden clasps. She opened it, realising it was a vintage record player.

“Oh my god– Rafe you shouldn’t have.” Her eyes were glued on the near perfect finishings, the sheen of the leather and glint of the metal attachments. She’d mentioned ages ago about how much she loved records, when they were talking about what music they listened to. But she didn’t have a record player to play her collection, curated from lucky thrift store finds and countless trips to old music shops.

And Rafe still remembered? She was overcome with a heady verve.

“Do you like it?” He asked, as if he was almost shy.

“Of course! It’s literally perfect– thank you so much!”

Rafe chuckled, watching her with a soft smile as she fiddled with all the buttons, running her fingers across the smooth surface.

Sofia placed her new gift on the tables getting up so she could hug Rafe. He happily complied, lifting her slightly, and spinning her around. A bubbly giggle escaped her chest as her hands flew around his neck.

“Feliz cumpleaños, baby,” he murmured, putting her down on her feet, before hooking her lips with a soft, slow kiss.

“Love you,” he murmured against her lips, but clear enough so that she could hear every syllable. Her whole body became suffuse with a euphoric warmth as if it was injected into her by those words.

“Love you too,” she whispered back, kissing him again.

Their kisses grew hungrier and more desperate until he hoisted her up so her legs were entwined around his waist, one arm holding her up while the other pushed back her messy curls.

“You down?” He asked in between kisses which made her laugh.

“Yes I’m down,” she gasped, brushing her nose against his causing him to smile.

Rafe led Sofia onto the kitchen counter, placing her on the cool granite countertop, her thighs clenching at the cold sensation of it hitting her warm skin.

His lips enmeshed with hers, supping voraciously at the tender flesh, his teeth catching at her lower lip, inciting a throaty groan which he mirrored.

Rafe’s hands roamed wildly across her exposed skin, inching up her leg, bunching her blue work skirt up until it reached the line of her hips. He hooked his hands under the meat of her thigh, tugging her forward so she was at the edge of the counter. His lips licked lower and lower, kisses being peppered down the length of her arm, as Sofia watching in a lustful stupor.

Rafe lowered himself until his face was between her legs. He placed her hand, that was still in his, atop his head, forcing her to push him even lower. The sight of Rafe Cameron practically on his knees for her, made Sofia see stars.

He let go of her hand, Sofia rubbing a thumb across his tickling buzzcut, as he parted her pressed together thighs with a rough hand.

Rafe mewled as she scratched her fingers through his shorn hair and Sofia whined at the feeling of his hot breath fanning her skin.

“Got another gift for you too,” he said with a smirk, Sofia rolling her eyes, but the words lit a fire in her lower abdomen that flickered deep inside her.

“I love you Sof,” he said, quiet, dipping his head down between the valley of her thighs, kissing her warm skin with delicate lips. The kisses became coarser, until she felt teeth graze at her flesh, biting into her pillowy legs.

Sofia let out a hiss. He didn’t wait for her to say it back this time– as if it didn’t matter. He loved her and that was the only important thing.

Even if she wanted to say something, her words became caught in her throat, reserved to only exalted whimpers and strung out cries, as Rafe showed her just how much he meant what he said, leaving her a writhing mess on the kitchen counter.

౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

[harvest-of-the-present]

a message for you

choose one of the pictures above and get a reading. this reading is written using both the images and tarot.

(counting from left to right)

picture 1: Judgement Upright

This month has been a complex one, whether that be because of internal or external circumstances and reflections. But do not lose the spark, do not lose the hope. Those thoughts you had when entering the year or preparing for it may come back, and the opportunity to reflect on them again after the experiences you have lived during these days will become a point of renewal. There's a new sense, a new nuance in the perspection, that will lead you to discover something grander than you did before.

Taking time for yourself is not a bad choice, and this reading wants to reassure you of that. But especially when you consciously look at yourself during it— Let your inner you guide you when you need it, take a look inside and reflect on what you see without disregarding any parts of what you find. If you were considering starting any activity that you think can bring you tools to be more comfortable and better do this evaluation, you are encouraged to take that step. You deserve the peace and the awakening of a new path that brings you calm.

picture 2: Ace of Pentacles Upright

A new opportunity is awaiting for you, and you may doubt if to take it or not when you first recognise it. There's something about the circumstances around it, around you at that moment, that will create those thoughts of "but will I actually make it through it? will this work?". Take it. This is the seed of new flowers you deserve to water, to see them to bloom with you during this period of your life.

There's a sense of protection and safety around it, but you have to dip yourself into the water first to be able to discern it. Ground yourself and don't be afraid to see where this leads you to. See those daydreams reflecting on the skies, how the earth welcomes your feet just as they are. There's place for you in this world, and for things to work out and take you up in the ladder towards the future you had imagined.

Breathe in, treasure your body. Not losing oneself is the first step to see the path forward.

picture 3: II of Cups Upright

It's time for duality: take the step to get closer to that person or to make that change that will maybe impact your appearance or impression on others, but that you should do because it will bring you closer to yourself, both in the process and after it. Let your intuition take a bit more of weight when balancing your options. It's not bad to indulge, have fun, and see where that freedom takes you from time to time.

Check on yourself, though. On your boundaries, on your needs, on what feels right and what doesn't. It's easy to forget about these things that should be considered basics when we embark on something new, especially when it's so captivating, such an attractive idea. But remember yourself, and what you need to take care of the valuable being that you are. Seek for respect and treasure the moment, you may want to take more pictures than usual during this time.

[incorrect-spiderverse]

Miles: "You know archaic Latin?"

Hobie: "I got bored with classical Latin."

Gwen: "You know normal Latin?"

Hobie: "Yeah, someone from my knitting club taught me."

Pavitr excitedly: "YOU HAVE A KNITTING CLUB?!"

Hobie: "You guys don't know everything about me. Now, do you guys want a sweater or a scarf?"

[bxnnie-bxwl]

I wanted to try and draw out how I imagine endos look in my style, and I was inspired by an artist’s idea of like a jaw mold to make them more realistic looking and justify my cartoony style and make it make more sense so I tried it out with bonnie.. hope it doesn’t give you nightmares HDJSBSB

inspired by the art of leafyn!

[mnemonicmask]

[phereshift]

it's important for ships to show signs of life [id: A simple sketch on a dark grey background of an empty spaceship corridor. The corridor walls are covered in a vibrant gold mural, with a star in the centre of the wall and wave-like spirals surrounding it. There are some painted words scattered across the door and equipment in the same shade of gold. The mural is the only spot of warmth in the otherwise cool interior. /end id]

[dreamings-free]

2/3/25

[kalpeavaris]

cyn hc of mine : in episode 5 minus all the stuff in the bunker the cyn we see is the real cyn up until the “don’t go to the gala” sence

Tbh I can see where you're coming from, the switch-up in behavior from Cyn in the first half of the episode up until the Gala (the climax & second half) is pretty noticeable. With how nonchalant she acts with N vs. how dismissive she acts with Tessa/J before revealing the Solver form is a pretty good 180 turn.

Personally, to me it'd always been the Solver from the moment Cyn allowed it access in the beginning of the episode (the Drone waking up underneath the pile of bodies in the junkyard, which is asked by the Solver to give it admin access).

Her switch up in the episode to me personally shows the Solver's ability to adapt & improvise with certain people through it's host and the abilities at hand, using it cleverly to get certain events rolling. e.g knowing that N would most likely defend her against Louisa's outburst or being dismissive of N's survival because she already has clones/copies of the main 3 who'll become Disassembly Drones later on.

Though it's also very "human" in a sense to show this range of emotions with different people depending on the situational awareness, and I can see why folks wouldn't think an AI could create this range of behavior this easily, and it instead truly comes from Drone Cyn instead of the AS.

Though I guess with how sparse information is about Cyn as the Solver's host it's all up to personal interpretation- actually a fact I enjoy about the show, rather than being upset that some characters don't have a canon answer to open/ambigious information.

Makes making up headcanons & drawing your own conclusions much more fun and allows for more room to discuss potential answers without having to debate against "acktually, the show said-" arguments, pff.

[mysterycitrus]

i stayed up all night reading persephone’s in hell instead of sleeping and in summary:

(this story is spectacular and im never gonna stop thinking about it)