#What am I doing with my life

[katsukiloathing]

Y’all thought you’ve seen crackships? You ain’t seen SHIT yet 😼

Y’all ain’t SAFEEE I’m finna call it PosterSponge if y’all have any better suggestions I’ll like to hear it lol

[cybrrspidrr]

Stupid thing i made

[anakinstwinklebunny]

PAIRING: nerd!anakin x reader

ANAKIN SKYWALKER had been hesitant at first. You brought it up so casually. On a random day, at random moment, suggesting the idea while the two of you were tangled in bed one night - your hand running through his soft curls, face buried in your cleavage. Cheeks had turned red faster than you could blink, and he mumbled something about 'researching angles' before burying his face further into your body as if he was trying to hide himself.

But here you were now, in his small, nerdy room surrounded by shelves and posters of fictional characters, laptop playing a soft instrumental playlist in the background -- nothing remotely sexy, but so him coded.

You were kneeling on all fours on the bed, body arching to Anakin’s as his shaky hands traced over the curve of your back, lips brushing kisses along your spine.

Gentle

Wet

Yet so tentative

“Are…are you really sure about this?” question repeating for the fifth time, voice breathless, almost shaky. Glasses were slipping down his nose, and he pushed them up nervously once more, swallowing hard as his hands roamed down to grip your plushy hips.

“Yes, Ani,” ass pushing against his hard-on “I want this. I want you.”

Whimper leaving his throat, fingers squeezing your hips as he lined himself up. Star Wars socks brushing against your calves, soft fabric a hilarious yet strangely comforting reminder of how much you just adored your nerdy boyfriend.

When he slid into you, his head tipped back with a broken moan, hips stuttering. He had no idea that angle would give him “Oh my god,” he whined, voice impossibly high-pitched. “Oh my—y-you’re so tight… It’s—oh f-fuck…” pink lips trembling, your fingers digging into the soft carpet

You couldn’t help but let out a breathless giggle, which quickly turned into a gasp when his cock pushed deeper, the angle hitting you in ways that made your toes curl, eyes roll behind your head.

For some he may not get any bitches but oh, honey, that dick was eleven inches

“Anakin,” you gasped, “move, baby.”

“I-I’m trying,” he stammered, hands trembling as they moved to your round globes, fingers digging into the pushiness of it. The sign of it made his mouth part, shaky moan leaving his throat.

He started to thrust slowly at first, movements tentative, almost experimental, but the sounds falling from his lips were anything but reserved.

And he was loud.

So loud.

Moaning, gasping, groaning like he was about to lose his mind. Every time his thick cock pushed in, stretching you so deliciously, his, and even yours, body trembled, and he let out these helpless, whimpering noises that went straight to your core.

“You feel so good,” he cried, voice cracking so much as if he was in pain he didn't want to end “Oh my god, you feel s-so… warm, and--fuck, this position is insane.”

Grin spread on your lips before you stretched like a cat, giving him even a better angles “You’re so loud, Ani,” you teased, throwing a look over your shoulder at him.

Face flushing, curls sticking to his damp forehead, and his lips parted as he panted heavily. "Y/n..” he exclaimed, thrusting deeper, harder, making you moan and gasp like a slut "s'too much -- too much--"

He clutched at your hips like they were his lifeline, fingers digging into your skin as his head fell forward, glasses askew on his nose.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he whimpered, hips snapping forward a bit harder. “I can’t—oh, god, I c-can’t stop… you feel too good. I love you. I love you so much..I love this—oh fuck, I think I’m gonna—”

You cut him off with a moan of your own, body arching as pleasure began to pool/hit. His erratic movements and desperate sounds were pushing you closer and closer to the edge, and you felt your walls clench around him as he let out a loud, drawn-out groan.

“Ani!” you gasped, the sensation overwhelming as he pressed even deeper, his thrusts now more frantic than controlled.

“I—I can’t—oh my god,” he sobbed, body trembling as he pushed into you one last time, burying himself deep as he spilled into you with a broken cry. He collapsed onto your back, panting heavily, arms wrapping around your waist as he pressed sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to your shoulder before collapsing next to you, chest raising and falling as he tried to catch his breath

“Y-you’re amazing,” he mumbled between breaths, his glasses fogged up “But next time… warn me before we do something so--so insane. I think I saw stars.”

[inumbrapugnabimus-maybe]

did I ever mention how much I love these two?

(based on @birb-boyo’s wonderful post)

[somerandomdudelmao]

So...I kind of don't even want to explain it...but every time I look at some Donnie fanart in someone else's style, I mentally put it on this scale

[ranx0]

You and your friend are planning to murder someone with new found super abilities because you can’t contain your bloodlust. You and her finally come to an agreement after explaining your abilities. She looks at you with the slightest glimmer of hope in her eyes.

Just then, a hand on both your shoulders turns you both around. There, standing behind you, is your target. Tango Tek.

“Are we making plans?” He whispers. And it’s like a scene out of a cartoon.

That’s the face.. the face of the silliest goober alive.

[secretmage]

Presenting…Dragon Age: Solas Dress Up Game (Remastered in HTML5)

Now in HTML5 and updated for Veilguard (red lyrium dagger included)! I…finally got around to updating my old Flash-based Solas dress up game I made in 2015 (how time flies) to HTML5!! (Old game here)

Love him? Hate him? Dress him up in his (your) favourite outfits! Or put him in things he will never wear! Mix and match! The possibilities are endless! Layering clothes is completely possible and intentional!

Let him tear the Veil in Arlathan (almost) stark naked. Make him attend Halamshiral in nothing but his underwear! Watch as he wears his ‘Hierophant’ outfit in Crestwood before breaking your Lavellan’s heart, or simply relish the unwashed apostate hobo look back in Haven.

This is the culmination of 3 weeks of near-daily late nights LOL and my love letter to those old Flash games and dress up games I think many of us are familiar with! Finally done with it just in time for Veilguard (yes I procrastinated, as usual). Best played on the PC, it’s not optimised for Mobile, I think.

Enjoy!! I’ll love to see your creations :) happy dressing (or…undressing) your Solas!

[guskinnie]

I'm gonna try to start a random chain (it probably won't work because I don't have a lot of followers but idc)

Just tag a few blogs u like and hope they awnser until it takes like 3 minutes to get to the bottom of the post lol

@lalaverdecia @meekspoetssociety @dazeddoodles @eighties-toons @leovaldiva3uwu @mythingsandstuff @spiritual-activity @that-thing-on-your-shoe

[nariyahcore]

sparkle OFF

[spookomooko]

[helloimamistake]

I had a bad headache so instead of resting i draw this instead (trust me i have no braincells left when i was making this image 💀)

[lumintsu]

reject modernity, embrace tradition

[twelve-forfend]

Well, I did say this was a multi-fandom blog... Alright, let's do this.

The Qing Jing Peak Lord's Bamboo House

(and the symbolism therein, as recorded in the donghua)

I was snooping through the establishing shots of the Qing Jing Peak Lord's Bamboo House, and had to laugh as I always do at all the gay symbolism that managed to sneak its way inside. But then I looked a little closer, and was floored by just how much passive storytelling was packed into background assets. I talked about it at length over discord, and at the urging of others decided to make a shareable post on social media as well.

First, the shots which first piqued my interest in this topic years ago:

Shen Yuan transmigrates into the stallion-genre webnovel entitled 狂傲仙魔途 (translated as Proud Immortal Demon Way). The author's and his own usernames are dick jokes.

Notice the chrysanthemum vase, the cock vase, and the stallion statuette.

The stallion and cock are obvious nods to these jokes on their own, but for the uninitiated, the chrysanthemum is a symbol of gay sex between men, as the asshole itself is often euphemistically referred to as a chrysanthemum. This should have been Shen Yuan's first clue that not all is as it seems here! These are the personal quarters of Shen Jiu — the original Shen Qingqiu!

But let's move to the main room you first walk into upon entering the bamboo house.

There it is: the writing on the wall.

As the Peak Lord of strategy and the scholarly arts, Shen Qingqiu would naturally have calligraphy and paintings hanging everywhere! So let's break it down.

On the top we have 道㳒自然 ("Dao Follows Nature"), which comes from a Dao teaching by Laozi (founder of Daoism) meaning that life, death, the entire universe, the heavens and earth and everything outside and inbetween, all follow a set of laws referred to as the nature of things. Although unrelated to the Buddhist couplet below, it's certainly relevant!

Originally hanging in right-to-left order, I've arranged them to read left to right here to make things easier to keep track of. The calligraphy reads 西方竹葉千年翠；南海蓮九品香 and is a couplet commonly found in Guanyin temples. My classical chinese is not as strong as I'd like, but this translates roughly to "The bamboo leaves in Paradise are green for a thousand years / The fragrance of lotus flowers in the South China Sea is as thick as 9 sticks of incense."

The character 西 for West is used to denote the destination of enlightenment/purity: the buddhist Paradise (think Journey to the West). The South China Sea is where Guanyin was born. Upon the Lotus flowers is where Guanyin is commonly depicted as sitting. The "9 sticks of incense" though literal can also refer to the 9 tiers/grades of reincarnation lotuses with the 9th tier being the lowest, meant for those who in life committed the most evil of crimes — the 4 parajikas — and who can only manage a sincere Amitabha recitation 10 times and no more than this.

To put this in context with Shen Jiu (the same jiu as in 9/九), the 4 parajikas committed by the 9th Tier Lotuses Reborn (officially entitled the Lowest of the Low) are:

Sexual Intercourse

Stealing

Murder

Claiming attainments of stages of pure mental concentration that have not been achieved (in other words, rushing or lying about your cultivation/enlightenment, or maybe even becoming a Peak Lord without having formed a golden core beforehand).

From what we know in the context of the novel, Shen Jiu is innocent of at least the first of this parajikas, but the overall view of Shen Jiu in the eyes of others in the story is that he is guilty of them all. This calligraphy can be seen as a condemnation or a reminder for the character Shen Jiu, who even as the Peak Lord Shen Qingqiu is widely thought of as a scum villain and the lowest of the low.

Phew! That's a lot to unpack.

But if you turn your gaze to the original screenshot, you'll see to the right that there's a vase painted with a blue bird. This vase appears in several rooms of the bamboo house, and seems to be the image of a qingniao (青鸟; lit: Qing bird, wherein 青 can mean blue/green/clear-but-brackish black).

These qing-coloured birds are messengers and foragers of the Goddess-Mother of Paradise (Xiwang-mu 西王母, the "west/paradise" character from before, lit West-King(unisex)-Mother). They're a highly intelligent species who are exceptional in song (a good representative for Qing Jing's scholarly arts and pursuit of qin!), and the older ones might learn to speak human tongue. As a subspecies of luanniao (鸾鸟 lit: luan bird), they're thought to be related to The Phoenix and indeed thought to be the lifetime/samsara just before being reborn as a Phoenix.

If given to a "master" they don't like, the qingniao may refuse to pass messages or sing until they're set free, but if they do get along with you then they're loyal to the end.

As a point of interest, the Qing generation of Peak Lords uses the character 清, which is 青 ("colour of nature; brackish black, blue, green; young) + the radical for "water," resulting in the meaning of clear (as in water or heart; see-through); distinct; quiet (as in still); just and honest; pure; to settle or clear up; to clean up, expunge, or purge.

And as a bit of trivia, Liu Qingge's sword Cheng Luan 乘鸾 means "to ride the luan, take flight on the back of a luan." (Relevant, because the qingniao is considered a subspecies of luanniao).

With the Lords of both Qing Jing and Bai Zhan referencing this bird, I really wonder about its significance! It's spawning plenty of theories and headcanons for me.

Heading back outside for a moment, you'll find that in the Quiet Pool (清静小池 qingjing xiaochi (yes, the same Qing Jing the peak is named for)), there are lotuses, and on land there are flower shrubs which are either wide-petaled chrysanthemums (gay bottom jokes ahoy), or a type of peony, the king of flowers demarcating wealth and prosperity. Either way, a blossom fitting of our Qing Jing Peak Lord Shen Qingqiu!

My one regret is that I cannot get a clear shot of the fan hanging on the wall to try and translate the calligraphy on it. If anyone can snag one, please tag me! I also couldn't translate the paintings with poems hanging in Shen Qingqiu's bedroom (it's just too small and blurry for my bad eyes to make out). If I make another post attempting these things, I'll append them to this initial post in an edit afterwards.

[artaxlivs]

"What is it?" Eddie asks, dipping down to brush the tip of his nose against Steve's bicep.

"No," Steve shakes his head, hides his face between his shoulder and his pillow, "you'll laugh."

"I always laugh, Harrington." Eddie grins, bites the meat of Steve's arm playfully, "Bullying you is how I express my love."

Steve snorts out a laugh, rolls himself halfway up and yanks Eddie in to tuck under his chin before curling around him. "You must really love me."

Eddie noses along his jaw, kisses the underside, sticks out his tongue and licks it, "I really do." And he does. Obsessively. Who wouldn't? Steve is...perfect. But real, too. Sweet and kind. A little bitchy. Kind of an air head. Great ass. Hands that can make Eddie hard from across a room. And that side smile? Fuck. Yeah, he really does.

"Tell me," Eddie demands, pushing Steve over onto his back and grappling his hands until he's holding them down on the pillows next to Steve's head.

Steve's pupils dilate, his breath catches but he wrestles Eddie back over onto his back, flipping their positions again, "If you tempt me with that sweet ass of yours, Eds, I won't tell you." Then he sort of growls, dipping down to nibble up the column of Eddie's throat, pressing his hands into the pillows, tangling their fingers together as he slides his legs down and presses his hips into Eddie's.

Groaning and arching up into it, Eddie moans, "You're being distracting on purpose!"

Leaving a trail of wet lip prints, Steve kisses down Eddie's chest, whispers, "Am I?" into the warm skin there. Sinks his teeth in gently, makes Eddie pull a breath in sharp between his teeth as he writhes under Steve.

"Steeeve." Eddie whines. Then he almost gets the wind knocked out of him as Steve clamors up and flops down flat on his chest like damn golden retriever.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you." Steve says, biting his own lip and looking down into Eddie's eyes. He's nervous so Eddie doesn't poke fun again, just waits, runs his hands up and down Steve's naked sides and along the waistband of his sweats. "I want to ...I want to go to college," He finally gets out, setting his jaw, determined. "I want to be a teacher."

Eddie smiles, big and bright because he's so proud that this is his guy, this is his person. This man who loves to help people. Who loves to protect them and make sure they feel loved. It's the perfect career choice. How did Eddie get so lucky?

He knows, though, that Steve doesn't do great with praise or adoration. That it makes him uncomfortable. That he needs to be teased, needs to fade into the background, be unassuming and unobserved. Unlike Eddie who kicks lunches off tables and proclaims himself a freak. So instead of gushing about what a great teacher Steve's gonna make, Eddie teases, "Do I get to call you Mr. Harrington during sex? Will this lead to sexy roleplay?"

Sighing, Steve rests his forehead on Eddie's like he's not totally turned on even though they can both feel just how much of a lie that is, "If, by sexy roleplay, you mean am I gonna make you write lines while I jerk off without you - then yes."

Eddie makes a strangled noise in his throat because, yeah, he's actually super into that, Mr. Harrington.

[merlins-art]

I believe this speaks for itself

Me when the hyperfixation gets so bad i start throwing the pirate AU at it

[somerandomdudelmao]

I’m having fun with this episode….