#and It WILL be the shortest one

[cosmologicalspoon]

Manifesting that he has a stroke on his first day in office xx

likes to charge reblogs to cast

[yesornopolls]

Have you ever been to the wedding of a couple that is now divorced?

[peculiardiction]

Another @dcforgaza prompt COMPLETE! this one's for @newbiedoesshit , and it's the robins playing poker with gummy bear chips! I LOVED drawing this one, thank you so much for your donation 🥰

[galahues]

he's self-conscious about it..

[omaano]

How nice that Obi-Wan has two hands :3 Thank you for asking @siliceouspebble 💖

Polyamorous/platonic poses reference post

And all the other drawings I’ve done so far

[stillgotscars]

no i don’t think you guys are actually getting it… i look in people’s windows… in case you’re at their table… what if your eyes looked up and met. mine.. one… more…. time?

[yawningama]

you're in for it now, boys!

[littleghostblogs]

I just find Woodrow fun to draw. Also pre-Constant WX is very amusing to me.

[kokii-omii]

i got bored and decided to draw their body types for funsies

Minnie's body tea 😌

Rin got nothing but that's okay because she likes cosplaying guys anyway so it's to her advantage

Ryuuko 🤤🤤

[dont-look-up]

Gotei 13 Class Picture

[adobe-outdesign]

Pokedex talking about a squirrel: It hides food in its tail that falls out constantly but its intelligence is low enough that it doesn't even notice

Pokedex talking about a legendary hollow ice dragon that's 1/3 of the remains of an even stronger dragon: lmao this bitch cold af

[gothghostiie]

Hey! What about reader trying to take a little control and tease the guys (either as a group or individually) but it immediately backfires. They start teasing back and reader gets all flustered and bashful.

awww

Soap immediately knows what you're up to. he has that stupid little grin on his lips, listening to you tease him for a bit, cheeks slightly red; until he's had enough. he's a cocky bastard, hand immediately sliding up your thigh while he leans in, murmuring teasing words back at you in that stupid, low voice that he knows you can't resist. he gets you flustered and quiet almost right away, chuckling as he sees how bashful you get. "ay, what's the matter? not so brave anymore, are ya?"

Ghost is quietly taking your teasing, a faint blush forming behind his mask as he keeps doing what he had been doing before you started teasing him. you can try for god knows how long before he finally glances at you, putting one hand under your chin and gently tilting your head up. "need attention that bad, do you?" He hums lowly his words almost mocking as he shakes his head. "should've said so sweetheart. can't leave you without any attention, can i?"

Gaz is a huge tease himself, so you wont have much time before he starts teasing you back. whether its with light touches or just some words, you'll get it back twice as much from him. hes grinning, hand already wandering between your thighs as he listens to you trying to keep speaking, fumbling with your words. "yea? keep going, I wanna hear what you've got to say.." he chuckles, lips gracing your neck as he enjoys your attempts to tease a little too much. it's gonna end up with one of you biting the sheets, just saying

Price actually enjoys being teased, even if he wont admit it. enjoys your little whispers, your hands roaming over his body as he leans back and relaxes. "c'mon, sit in my lap love." he finally orders, naturally you do, straddling him - just to feel his boner under you. he's grinning in satisfaction, one hand lazily on your hip while he grinds up into you slightly, chuckling. "that shut you up, didn't it?"

[afterartist]

Hoods stay ON at the table

N e wyssss, part of a WIP for the cuties

[tmntxthings]

一∑From the Start・゜・。

author’s notes: scurries in from the darkness, throws this > 💣 < out into the light, and runs back for cover 💥

warnings: unedited, angst, drabble, unrequited love, pining, daydreams, cliffhanger

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When Leo invited you down to the lair to hang out, you had thought maybe it would be a movie thing. Or perhaps even going to the ramp room, chatting while he practiced skateboarding tricks that almost always ended badly with bruises. You wouldn’t have been surprised if he had dragged you into the kitchen to whip up something to eat or just snack on whatever the two of you could find.

But no, instead, he led you to his room, with a skip in his step. When you questioned why it had to be just the two of you. Why all of his brothers were rolling their eyes in Leo’s direction. He just shook his head, “I can’t tell anyone else! You’re the only one I can trust!” It was then, that you had a sinking feeling.

This scenario had happened before. Many times actually. You glanced back at the bros, exasperated already and you hadn’t even heard anything yet. But you knew.

Once in his room, Leo let go of you, and jumped face first into his bed. He let out a dramatic screech, kicking to boot before he turned to the ceiling and announced, “I’ve got a crush,”

You held back a sigh as you walked over to the only chair in his room. Pulled it out from under the desk, and sat, getting ready for the long haul. “Who and how?”

He really hadn’t even needed the question. He was off to the races explaining exactly how he had met ~them~ and all the moments after, from whence his heart first skipped a beat, the beauty that they hold, how they laugh at all his jokes. Your eyes clouded over.

This was pure torture. As your eyes unfocused, you let your train of thought wander away from Leo’s babbling fancies. Truly you’d lost count of how many times this had happened before. It was always the same things that made his heart flutter. That made him go crazy, so much so, that he’d tire out his brothers from all the lovesick shenanigans and bring you into the mix.

Which was like listening to chalk squeak against a chalkboard. Shrill and grating. If you didn’t tune it out, you’d go crazy yourself. Because it was despicable to listen to your own crush, talk about how much they wanted someone else.

For a second, you could just blink, look over at him, and pretend he wasn’t saying anything of consequence. “Blah blah blah,” his mouth moved, but you weren’t listening. That was better. It was unfair how pretty he could be. Especially when he was happy, especially when he was falling hard. The way he smiled, how his eyes shined. His hands couldn’t stop moving, he just had to animate with his whole body about how he felt. Your knee started to bounce. He was being cruel and he didn’t even realize it.

It wasn’t fair. But then again, how would he ever know unless you told him? You imagined what it would be like. To interrupt him. To confess your love. He’d probably laugh in your face. Ha what a great joke Y/n, now get real and back to my love crisis. That’s what he’d say. Or something along the lines of it.

But sometimes you could imagine him pausing completely. Getting taken so off guard that he no longer had the words to respond. That maybe he’d look at you with a different light. So maybe that was why you did it. On the off chance that, maybe, Leo had always harbored something for you too. Just deep down! So deep that he felt the need to hide it with all of these other so called crushes.

“Leo!”

He blinked and sat up from where he had been laying, interrupting his tangent.

“What?!”

Straightforward. That would be the best route.

“I like you.” Your eyes were steady, yet your heart raced. It was thundering in your chest as you watched one of his brow bones raise.

“I like you too Y/n” he said so as if it was obvious. Which meant he was misunderstanding.

“No no, not like that. I like you.” You strained with the emphasis as you willed his thick skull to understand. And it must’ve gotten through because his eyes widened just a bit.

“You like me?” He questioned, sitting up even straighter than before. Now you had his attention. And you could feel sweat building up in your palms as you nodded seriously.

“But, we’re best friends..” and you could’ve let that shoot you down. But you continued on. Getting up from your spot, from the single chair, and making your way over to him. Despite how every step made you second guess yourself. Despite thinking maybe it was a better idea to just run out of his room. Or to just settle for the friendship you thought you had wanted.

But you pushed through it all as you sat down next to him. “We are. You’re my best friend Leo. And I, maybe I’m greedy, but I can’t help it. I’ve liked you for so long now. And I don’t think I can just sit idly by anymore.”

You took a breath, palms closing into fists. Eyes closing because if he was going to reject you, it’d be better to not see the pity on his face. You piped up once more before he could say anything, “Every time you talk about your crushes, I can’t help but think, but wish, that it were me! And every time you get over one, I get ahead of myself, I hope that maybe, one day, you’ll look at me differently!”

There was so much you could say. So many different ways to say it. But that was the gist. “That… you’ll like me like that. That you’ll return the feelings I’ve felt for you,” you blew out a breath. Then looked into his eyes.

Leo was rarely ever serious but he was now. “I never knew…” he said softly after a moment of silence. Of taking in all that you had revealed. You nodded not knowing what that meant for your relationship with him now. And the fear of losing him forever leaked onto your face. His eyes softened, a green hand going out to cup your cheek.

“I wish I’d known sooner,” and with that he brushed a finger against your skin. He looked down at your lips as they parted with a shocked breath. He smirked, as only Leo could, and leaned down with a silent question that had you tilting your head to give him better access to your lips.

“Y/n are you even listening to me?”

You blinked.

“Huh?”

You were in the single chair.

“Hello! Earth to Y/n, this is like the biggest moment of my life, I’m telling you I think they may be the one!! Come on focus!!”

Right. You straightened up, crossing a leg over the knee that wouldn’t stop bouncing.

“Sorry, go on,”

And he blinded you with that smile as he retold all of the sickening things that made him so endeared to his crush. If only it wasn’t so endearing to you.

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This ↓ is why this ↑ came about :D

[kusanagihaku]

everything you lose is a step you take

⭢ taiga + mc, 1k

b is for b-t-h. ˖⁺‧₊⟡ alphabet series | ao3

When the door to Taiga’s room cracks open to reveal the golden barrel of a gun you don’t even blink. 

“What the fuck d’ya want,” comes a flat demand. 

You sigh, and flap a folder of documents against Taiga’s gun. “Your forms for the week.” 

The door creaks open further to reveal a frowning Taiga. “No.” 

He lets you into his room all the same, though, so you follow when he turns tail to sprawl back onto the red plush of his bed. 

You shuffle the forms out of their folder as you enter. “Three forms this week. Two from Romeo and one for a mission report.” 

(You’d learnt not to mention Hyde by name long ago, after he tossed you out one too many times for asking.) 

Taiga groans, taking the pen you hand him. He signs his name with a disgruntled flourish, then waves you away. You think you see a hint of a pout on his lips, but you daren’t quite believe it. “Go bother Lulu, I wanna nap.” 

“Wait,” you say. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself. “I have a… a gift for you.” 

Taiga stares at you for a moment before shrugging. At the curious raise of his eyebrows you pull out a bracelet from the inside of your blazer. Its white beads are laced with tiny glinting plastic beads that catch the low candlelight and reflect blood-red sparks around the dying sunlight of the room. It is light in your palm, a barely there reminder of the culmination of an afternoon’s work, and as you slip it into Taiga’s waiting palm the cheap acrylic look almost like rubies. 

Taiga squints at the white beads that have landed in his hand. “B-T-H?” 

You shift. “That’s what Romeo calls you, isn’t it? Whenever you look at it you’ll remember to reply his texts.” 

Taiga’s laugh startles a smile out of you. He holds it up to the light. “He didn’t put ya up to this, did he. Doesn’t look like his kinda beads.” 

You rub your neck. You doubt you could afford Romeo’s ‘kinda beads’. “No, I made it myself. Made one for all of us so you’d remember who we were.” 

(You did make one for Romeo so as not to leave him out, after all; you just don’t know if he’d accept something so cheap.) 

Taiga hums. The ease at which he accepts your gift is mildly discomfiting; as he slips the elastic over his fist the beads look like a crown of blood. 

His eyes flicker over to yours, zeroing in on where your arms are crossed over your chest. He smiles, something sharp and mischievous that burns an inferno up the sparks of your skin. “Ya made one for yourself, kitty-cat?” 

You shift your weight to your other foot. “Yeah.” 

“What does yours say?” 

You fidget with the beads wrapped around your wrist. It’s a little embarrassing to read it out loud, now that you’re confronted with Taiga himself, but Taiga raises his eyebrows and opens his mouth, and you find yourself blurting, “Dumbass #1.” 

Taiga pauses. His mouth snaps shut before a slow grin unfurls across his face. “And who the fuck is Dumbass #2?” 

You frown. “Ritsu.”

“Who?” 

“What– he’s–“ you catch sight of the glee in Taiga’s eyes– “Oh, never mind.” 

Taiga throws his head back and laughs, a loud cackle that paints the whole room yellow. He runs a hand through the fire of his hair. “I’ll remember.” 

You doubt it, but that’s what you made the bracelets for anyway. 

Taiga stands, one fluid motion that brings him off the sofa and straight to your face. You nearly jerk back from the sudden proximity, but his fingers trail down your arm, lacing itself into the back of your hand before bringing it up to his lips. 

Time stops, then, in the sun of the room. 

What is it like to hold a predator, his ruthless and reckless turned soft in the heart of your palm? To have him wrap your hand around his cheek, cradling him, like he knows you are not afraid of a star so bright and lightless and burning? 

His eyelashes brush your fingers. He sighs, the quiet huff warm against your fingertips. The thump of your heart echoes loud in your ears as he melts into your hold, pliant and trusting, like you are the only thing keeping him from floating away on strains of blood and hunger, and when he opens his eyes to look down at you it feels all too much like a surrender. 

“Thank you,” Taiga hums. His voice is uncharacteristically quiet, not coloured with its usual tone of frustration or boredom but a raw honesty that melts right from the whiskey of his lips onto where he is bruising a kiss onto the tilt of your thumb– 

-before his teeth catch on the elastic cord of Dumbass #1 and yank it clean off your wrist. 

The beads scatter around the floor of the room, pearly white pieces bouncing off the black marble. Each rattle of fallen bead rings in your ears – just like that, an afternoon’s work disperses itself and slides under pieces of furniture, never to be seen again. 

“Taiga,” you breathe, brows furrowing, but before you can begin to process the sting of rejection from Taiga’s actions, soft lips press themselves against the inside of your wrist. 

His hand, warm on the outside of yours, curls your fingers around the smooth of his cheek. “Kitty-cat.” 

Your eyes meet. His luminous green eyes swallow all the light in the room, threaten to swallow you, whole. 

You daren’t move. 

Your thumb stays on his cheek, even as his hand leaves yours to curl around your bare wrist. 

But then Taiga’s eyes narrow, and he grins, all shark and glow, hair falling like blood into the sharp of his gaze. “Make another one,” he says, and kisses your wrist again, for good measure. His teeth graze your pulse. 

“Make sure it says kitty-cat this time.” 

[chongoblog]

Tip for anyone who is planning a Powerpoint Night: Tell the presenters to aim for 15-20 minutes, plan for 30-45.

People LOVE talking about the things they love, often for longer than they expect.