#a glorious dawn

[thegoodmorningman]

"CAST" aside your sorrow and have a "MAJORLY" Great Day!!!

[patrickelvinart]

Beautiful thing

Black sharpie on beige paper

Rosemead 2012

This drawing came out of nowhere. Like a mystical gift, one day it just happened.

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[peliginspeaks]

Man, the New Sequence recruitment bots on Tumblr are really starting to become a problem

@cosmogone-spectacles

[macabrecabra]

and just to complete the set of the four omens, the final one: the mighty Gurrisis of the southern flock!

Gurrisis can be heard loudly at the crack of dawn bringing in the new day and putting their flock and troops to work training to defend the floating cities and isles of the Cloud Sea. Known for a rather big personality, being loud and often resorting to violence and threats, Gurrisis is very much an acquired taste for those around them. But they are predictable enough as they make clear their rules and to break them is to earn their quick attack and beat down.

Gurrisis is rather fussy about whom they let join the army of the southern flock, but if someone proves their worth, Gurrisis will have respect for them as long as they follow the rules of the holy seat of the Paradigm. Gurrisis has traded a second pair of wings for magnificent tail feathers and is the weakest flyer of the four, but doesn't matter when your attack is dive bombing and ripping apart foes and tanking!

Picked chicken/rooster for the war omen because...no bird craves violence more than chickens. Also give Gurrisis nice bright vibrant war colors and crowing!

[fukia]

The public: *Wept joyously for the Air Nomad who’d lingered in the city and brought with her the boons of food and healing and care.*

Avatar Yangchen: I hate every last one of you for what you represent. Free will is a waste on subjects such as yourselves. I’d rather give free will to my fucking airbender staff.

[crshelidon]

Are you excited? 'cause I damn well am.

[general-kalani]

Cracked back too hard.

He is dead.

[taiey]

ID: the introduction of the Lunar Mares wikipedia page. Half of it explains the naming scheme of the moon's maria is sea features, sea attributes, or states of mind. It ends in the statement that when the Soviet Union proposed the name Mare Moscoviense this was only accepted by the International Astronomical Union with the justification that, highlighted, "Moscow is a state of mind".

[ask-disneyka]

@dasha-aibo I see your pessimism about the situation and choose to be optimistic out of spite and contrarianism

[taylorshope]

Little edit of my girl

[taiey]

cooool

[diolanza]

verses tag drop because i forgor

[kalique]

THIS MOVIE IS SO FUCKING FUNNY

[thoracosaurusblogs]

imagine if video games made it as hard to get housing as real life

[iheartmonaco]

since you did max.. please make a continuation of the oscar one (good boy) 🧎‍♀️🙏😭

Who's A Good Boy?

OP81 X Gn! Reader

Summary: Oscar praise kink Piastri my love <3 morning fluff,

Warnings: nsfw, praise and slight, SLIGHT degradation if you relly squint, begging

Inspired by these texts

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The rose gold light of dawn filtered in through the blinds. Oscar stirred in his sleep on top of you. Running your fingers through his messy morning hair, you spoke softly, "Morning, Osc."

"Mhmm," he grumbled something you didn't quite catch, followed by a "Morning, love."

"Shit, you sound so pretty, baby." It was out of your mouth before you knew it. Frankly, watching Oscar Piastri sleep like a baby on your shoulder would do that to anyone.

A light blush tinted his cheeks. Oscar grumbled some more and hid his face into the crook of your neck.

It began with the kissing.

He pressed a sloppy kiss to the side of your neck, grinding his half-hard erection against your thigh for friction.

"ah- Aren't you a needy thing," you asked playfully.

Now the thing about Oscar is, he blushes so damn much. And you'd be lying if you said it didn't look absolutely glorious. You couldn't help but edge him on.

"Look at the state of you, sweetheart. Be patient."

Oscar moaned, but stilled by your side. Then he looked up at you with those big brown eyes like you wouldn't give him anything he asked for for a simple 'please'. "Please, love, I need you so bad."

You flipped him over and settled yourself between his legs, holding his waist. "There you go, using your words like a good boy." The blush darkened on his cheekbones; his breathing grew raggedy as you brought your hands to the band of his shorts. "You're so good for me, my good boy."

"Please," he whimpered.

"Please what, baby?"

"Please, I wa— I need your mouth on me."

You grinned, giving him a fleeting kiss as your lowered his shorts. "Of course, baby. You only had to ask."