#UHM YEAH

[mars-paws]

uhhhhhhnnnnnn I need motivation so yeah ;-; (these are purposefully high bc I don’t want to do them)

10 notes and I’ll start doing homework the day it’s assigned.

25 notes and I’ll practice for at least 45 minutes.

45 notes and I’ll start posting a drawing at least once a day.

70 notes and I’ll write more.

100 notes and I’ll try to get outside more.

150 notes and I’ll try to eat a proper breakfast at least once a week.

165 notes and I’ll actually properly learn the State honor band audition/3 octave chromatic scale.

175 notes and I’ll be better about saving money.

2500 notes and I MIGHT talk to one of my teachers about not being called my legal name in class. (THIS IS A HUGE MAYBE)

Might add some more later. Uhhhh yeah :3

[westwitcharts]

You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

[blobee]

I woke up

Cold kebab

[6wnk0s4]

I actually liked planet X more than I thought😢😢😢 I doodled a design and I think I liked it quite a bit :D

[uglypastels]

Corroded Coffin, Corrosion (1988)

Corrosion is the debut release of heavy rock band Corroded Coffin. Taking influence from Black Sabbath, Metallica and Judas Priest, this up-and-coming act throws heavy punches with their instrumental skills.

"We write of what we know," explained band lead guitarist, Eddie Munson, "and what we know is that the world is fucked, unjust and terrible to anyone that doesn't fit the narrow mould that society's created. We grew up in a place that would have rather seen us dead than achieve anything."

With tracks like "Don't Panic", "Delight in Me" and "Circus of the Damned", the band expresses their critique in a not-at-all subtle manner on the ideals and expectations of upper-class suburbia. Their lyrics cut deep into the trauma of being unwanted in your own community and what seems to be a national prosecution of social outsiders.

"Freaks," Munson clarified, "that's what they call you, and once that label sticks, you're stuck with it for life. At first, you don't take it personally; try to wear it with pride, but that shit just slowly eats away at you from the inside. You just have to live your life everyday knowing everyone around you is waiting for you to become the monster they already think you are."

The record, however, showcases both sides of the coin, along with the struggles, and there are plenty of references to what brought the band members together as a group. It is the problem as well as the solution. The songs hit you with the deep, unnerving truth but give you the getaway to escape from it right after.

"For us it was games. Video games as well as tabletop. People called us satanists because we played games with dice instead of balls. Make that make sense."

The album is as tragic as it is energetic and lively. Although the band members have yet to perfect their sound, they know what they are doing and possess the potential to gain a seat amongst the artists that inspired them in the first place—and this status might come sooner than we think.

Their single, "Silverlined Black Cat" has topped the Rock charts since its release at the beginning of this year, with the entirety of the album following it's lead just as well. The band announced their debut nation-wide tour dates earlier this month and all shows are already being close to sold out, with additional dates being added to the schedule any time now.

With the undeniable critical and commercial success, it is easy to say, that '88 will be, without a doubt, Corroded Coffin's year.

- the Corroded Coffin Archive (Source: The Rolling Stone)

[bluesicle]

My darling, Kaito, wearing a shirt with his little sister on it <3

(rambling in the tags ↓)

[unvsannvs]

Okay, I was hit with a wave of realization on my rewatch of this whole scene.

Intense House MD finale analysis below the cut!

House is pissed at Wilson, but then looks at his Vicodin in his hand, giving the most hurt, distraught face I’ve ever seen as he remembers the torture that he and Wilson endured, recalling his trembling hand easing that same pain medication into Wilson’s mouth; House remembered the whole night, and most likely that particular scene, as Wilson begs for morphine, yet could only be supplied those shitty pills. Ultimately, this harsh reminder makes House decide to let Wilson do what he wants; out of guilt, out of understanding, so be it (I’ll explain what I believe it is in a minute.)

On top of this, it transitions from House looking up with that face, sighing shakily, to Wilson, alone in his dim and hollow kitchen, clearly thinking about House as well. It transitions to House again, playing the piano, and glancing up, immediately going back to Wilson, to demonstrate how they are both overthinking their entire lives with each other at the same time. As Wilson goes to grab a drink, this reveals he is thinking of House in a bad light: he’s still pissed at House and he’s looking to repress it through drinking, just as House was pissed at him before making his decision in that recent clip with the Vicodin. But, seeing the Oreos, and being hit with a wave of fondness (his weakness), Wilson then decides to let House have what he wants.

Essentially, their parallel scenes here demonstrate both House and Wilson making their switch in choice to value the other persons needs above all else, and worst of all, they both are persuaded by the one thing that has defined and attracted their characters to each other from the start: House’s misery and recollection of his worst past time with Wilson from seeing his Vicodin persuades him to change his mind for Wilson’s sake, while Wilson’s fondness and recollection of his best past times with House from seeing the Oreos causes him to sacrifice his last decision for House’s sake.

Yeah, that casually slapped me in my noggin. I think I have a scar. Now, you can assume from this new angle of information what you will, but House could have changed his mind for countless reasons.

One idea is that Wilson making this life and death decision for House instead of himself causes House too much grief (House spent a whole episode about furniture trying to get Wilson to do something for himself, and Amber did the same; ‘female house’ doing this as well was a way to emphasize House’s belief that Wilson needs to be more independent and value his own personal wants over others when decision-making, let alone the one that decides his fate).

Maybe, House realizes that he feels incredibly understanding of what pain he let Wilson endure on his sofa - emotionally and physically - and ergo, is scared for Wilson, and can’t stand the thought of him going through that pain again, but in the one place Wilson begged not to be. As House looks at the Vicodin, he envisions Wilson become depressed and constantly in pain like he’d been on that couch, in an awful reflection of House himself from the one person he cares for the most, and all for the sake of House alone, given that in Wilson’s view, he has nothing else to live for.

Another could be that this reminder pushed House to feel a spark of need/love for Wilson’s presence, but more for his fuller, happier and guilt-free self for five months than the pitiful, unwanted version of Wilson in a hospital bed for an extra year.

It could easily be all the above, and most of them blend together anyway. I feel House changed his mind on account of all of these and many more (please let me know what you think it is! I love angsty stuff), but to summarize, this clip leaks way too much about House’s character development, showing the emotions that drive him to make the decision of letting Wilson be, and enjoying what they have left together, against all firm opinions he has well established throughout the show, as well as it demonstrates the climax of Wilson’s sacrificial and selfless behaviour being rejected and put to rest, as they both decide what’s best for each other rather than whatever their characters were full-force dedicated to before (Wilson’s selflessness and House’s selfishness).

[stankerwanker]

I dont remember if I post this or not soooo yeah I made this like in may?? I don't remember it's a vampire au and uhm yeah that's it

This is probably my favourite drawing I did this year(I didn't ever drew this much this year but this is my favorite art style)

[cardinalphlox]

HHH SU BLINKIES!! Man I dont see a lot of these :(

Fyi prolly gonna make higher quality ones soon cuz idk how satisfied I am with these

[trikuro]

[moonymelly]

— The Start of Something New —

The small mule slept outside in the grass, the soft wind of the morning tickling his long soft ears. His eyes slowly fluttered open, but he stayed put. There was no reason to get up yet, if he wasn't needed.

He was a verryyy laid back guy.

He looked around with those half-lid, bored eyes of his, smacking his lips. Lots of grass, even though the family he was now a part of wasn't very good at maintaining it. They had a bad habit of uhh...accidentally killing what they grew from time to time.

But it was fine, he guessed. If he could shrug he would, it didn't bother him all too much. His ears swiveled to the sound of stirring from within the house, loud voices chattering like chipmunks.

He heard two little boy voices faintly from inside the house, even though he couldn't really, y'know, understand what they were saying.

"...DONKEY?!" "MULE?!"

"Yes dears, I brought you a baby donkey!! He's outside, go do whatever ya want with it."

"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" And before he knew it, two little boys came tumbling out of the house, their shoes not even on and their bodies still clad in pajamas.

The baby mule tilted his head, even raising a brow. Two? Of the same person? They looked exactly the same, sounded exactly the same...He huffed. He didn't care, whatever.

The two boys swooped and cheered upon laying their eyes on the animal, tripping over each other as they bounded over to it.

"MULLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEE" "DONKEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY" Before he could react, the two small humans jumped on top of him, making him involuntarily roll over onto his back.

"I'VE ALWAYS WANTED A--" "--DONKEY!!" They giggled while poking his nose and and tickling his ears. The mule brayed in slight annoyance but once again internally shrugged. Whatever. This was his family now, he supposed.

"BOYS!! C'mere and get yur breakfast!! We prepared it already!!"

The two identical children perked up and immediately they beamed, jumping off of the mule and running over to what the the baby guessed to be their mother.

And just like that, the two were gone, leaving the baby mule covered in torn up grass and leaves, his eyes perplexed.

Well....back to eating grass. Or sleeping. Whatever.

He shook off most of the dirt from his fur, then slowly settled back down into a comfortable position.

Just as the wind slowly rocked him to sleep, his baby eyes slowly drooping into slumber, he heard that same door click again.

He huffed. Great. Just as he had gotten comfortable.

With a mule-like-sigh he lifted his head up, eyeing the door with perked ears.

Huh...a different small human.

This one eyed behind him nervously, then eyed the small donkey, then back and forth until finally, he held his breath which inflated his round youthful face, tip-toeing outside.

Once he slowly closed the door behind him, he immediately beamed, running his small body over to him as he giggled cheerily, tripping over small pebbles and his own feet.

The baby mule braced for impact, shutting his eyes as he expected the same treatment from him. This child had to be from the same family, so he must also be pretty rowdy.

Instead, however, he...wasn't tackled? Wearily opening one eye, he now saw that the small child was on his knees, a big smile on his round face, his blue eyes and their lashes blinking with joy, his smile showing gap where a recently lost tooth had been.

The mule tilted his head, carefully inching his snout to the child, sniffing it. The child laughed, tickled by the warm breath tickling his face.

After his giggling died down, he pouted, brushing off the rest of the torn up grass and soil from the mules fur.

"Awh no...what'd they do to you? How mean..."

The baby mules eyes showed a rare emotion of his: Being intrigued. This small child was...helping him out?

The child smiled once he brushed off all the dirt, then placed his small hand on the mules snout, petting it softly.

"I think they're gonna forget about you in around two days, baby. But dontcha worry, I won't!! I'll be your friend, if you'd like."

He cheekily smiled and gently grabbed the mules head, making it nod and mimicking a dopey voice.

"Oh yesss Mr. Onceler!! I'd love to be with you every day!!"

The child giggled, letting go of the mules face and instead now snuggling into it warmly, his soft black hair tickling the mules snout.

"I can't wait to have so much fun with you, baby mule. We're gonna be the best of pals, right?"

Something inside of the mule’s heart warmed and he snuggled back into the child as well, huffing out another warm breath which caused the child to smile, closing his eyes.

This child was sweet, real sweet. Yeah…he could tolerate this kid.

[ztr4wberriezombi33]

I spent all day watching deadpool uhm

[nickybloodhead]

Kinktober day 29: Breath Play

James had you in missionary, his hands holding your thighs to keep your legs open while he was balls deep in your eager hole. You scratched his back every time he buried himself deep in you, his hips bucking in a relentless rhythm.

James had been so needy after being out all day, his impatience had driven him to wake you up in the middle of the night just to fuck you once and for all; he kissed your collarbones and breasts, his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust.

"I can never get enough of you baby, you're like a fucking addiction and I want you so bad" His hands let go of your legs to caress the contours of your body, he cradles your tits and kneads them as he sucks one of them. He stops laying on your body and kneels to fuck you harder, he rests a hand on your neck gently, it makes your brain melt and you moan desperately.

You grab his wrist and force him to tighten his grip on your throat, you bite your lip and squeal as you feel the slight pressure, but you need more, he seems surprised by your reaction but gets the message, he chuckles and squeezes your throat a little harder.

You cling to his arm and gasp as you feel his thrusts getting rougher and rougher, his fat cock is stretching you deliciously, the pre cum and your slick helping to make the slide smooth and fast.

"Come on James, you can choke me better than that" With your voice cracking you tell him in a teasing tone and wink teasingly, he raises his eyebrow and smiles sideways, his hand wraps around your throat tightly, clench as his hips crash hard against your pussy, the bumps hard enough to move you off the bed.

"That's the way you want it, huh? I was trying to make love to you but you're the filthy one who wants it rough" Shortness of breath makes you gasp at his words, you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer to you, he grunts keeping his firm grip on your neck.

Your walls contract around his length, you're close as he is, his hips stutter in his thrusts, your mouth hangs open as you watch him lose control, drool dripping from the corner of your mouth.

You bring your hand down to fiddling with your clit, make circles over the swollen bud until you feel the climax flood your body, with his hand wrapped tightly around your throat and your back arched you cum, wave after wave of your wetness dripping around his girth, you gasp for air and moan his name repeatedly until you're done. His hand withdraws from your neck, you feel him pull out of you, you see him masturbating on your belly, his head turned back with his mouth open, his chest damp with sweat and his fist pumping his cock until he milks the last drops of his cum.

Your chests rise and fall, trying to even out your breathing, you smile sleepily at James, take his hand and pull him to lie down next to you. You snuggle against his warm body and drift back to sleep.

And finally, it's here... I don't know about you, but I hate family reunions, they're always so uncomfortable.

[criminalcinnamon]

Behold

The list

[cudiess]

sorta realism practice TRUST ME..

[emberzzstellar]

Idk art of my superhero pip design ig

Name is Blind Eye !!! If it wasn't obvious.