#and it makes me feel so crap

[navybluetriangles]

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[fulgurbugs]

Extremely specific type of brainrot

[r-aindr0p]

T-shirt Rollo doodles were still haunting me so I mentally dragged him to pomefiore to have him get dressed better. (no way yuu has anything he'd deem as decent)

Don't mind the dagger he's just being silly

[thenoellebird]

FORD AND FRILLS from TheNocturneNarrator's A Second Chance fic (chapter 15)

This scene broke me utterly so of course, I had to make the drawing. I had so much fun with Frills and all their pink colors. I also made Frills crying because idk empathy? It feels like Frills would cry with Ford. I loved how there was "a comforting presence" with him. He definitely needed that.

Ford may have been a spontaneous and impulsive jerk, but he's ready to make up for his mistakes now, I think. Probably. No telling where this fic will go, and that's one of the things I love about it!

[flintbian]

There's a disabled angel in good omens 🥺

[lizzybeeee]

I will never emotionally recover from this

[theswedishpajas]

I don’t think I ever posted this but he’s here now about a week late 🦇✨✨✨

[vixendoesstuff]

HEAR ME OUT-

Transformers One Orion Pax/Optimus Prime and D-16/Megatron as this song:

The more I listen to it, the more the song fits the two characters' arc as the movie progresses.

Orion is obviously Celestia here, bright as the sun, full of outlandish ideas that stem from his genuine desire to help others around him. But he can be brash, reckless, and most importantly, flawed. So much so that, perhaps somewhere deep down, he failed to notice the growing darkness in his friend. Failed to notice the pain until it's too late.

And D-16 takes the role of Luna, reserved but dedicated to his goals. Quiet and solemn as the moon. Up until the truth was revealed. All of that anger and discontent, hidden under a veil of obedience bursts out, like he finally had enough. Desiring power to quell his need for revenge against the world who had abandoned him.

It makes sense, doesn't it, if you think about it? Please don't say I'm insane even though I technically am-

[kuhakunohi]

the neurodivergent brothers

[griancraft]

I wish more people were normal about POC, and specifically black, characters in the MCYT fandom. I mean, for obvious reasons related to CCs and all that, but also bc I often feel like I’m doing something wrong because sometimes I’m one of the only people I know how is getting like? Stimming flappy arms excited about my favourite black characters? It’s not like I’m singling them out either I get the exact same way about my favourite non black characters?

It’s jarring to get into skyjacks and see almost equal amounts of art of Jonnit as everyone else because I’ve been in this weirdly passively racist fandom for so long. People are so weird about like CANON (silly canon but) biggri and they make them weirdly toxic when they were so sweet. If it was Scar and Grian you people would be all over it. And dude fucking whatever happened to the way people drew Ponk. And, it’s not even just black ccs and characters. Don’t get me started on the way a lot of Dteam fans back in the day (and still some qsmp fans) talk about Asian women like Tina.

[saleeba]

comforting jules in these hard times :(( (with a bj ;))

summary ♡ what the request says! 

pairing ♡ jules koundé x gn!reader

content ♡ 18+, smut, blowjob, (untranslated) french terms of endearment, religious undertones for some reason, not proofread, hopefully quite lovey-dovey idek this was so rushed 😭

a/n ♡ hiiii my first little snippet!! these are generally going to be short ask-based fics that are one scene/one action + i hope to share more with u guys! :D tysmmm anon for this request i hope it lives up to ur expectations!!

the copious amount of condescending headlines about his football club was creating a frenzied commotion in the world of spanish sports media and jules found it difficult to dull the noise. add on top the emotional stress of his manager’s departure from the club and it was enough to make a boy like him break into a million pieces. 

yet you were like his superglue. you held him together with the mere thought of your presence in his mind and the nights spent tangled between the sheets and gasping promises of forever grounded jules to the best version of reality for him.

this night was no different, you trying your best to make it all about him (not that it was hard — you were practically devoted to the boy) after he came home close to tears, the burdensome weight of work troubles proving heavy on his shoulders. he was never one to let his professional life trespass into his personal one but you made it clear from day one that you were both a team and that yes, it may be “his problem”  but you were both going to jump over those hurdles hand-in-hand.

and the first approach in which you consoled him was with the help of your lips on his bare, sweaty skin, not sure if the subtle dampness was from a session in training or the way his skin always warmed up to the feeling of your mouth; the feeling of familiarity and of what just felt right. 

“please don't tease tonight, baby,” jules whispered in a tone close to begging, body writhing on the couch, his voice desperate for that same familiarity to save him from losing himself in the uncertainty that had tainted the past few days.

“not even thinking about it, jules,” you tongued at his abdomen on your way down to the waist of his shorts, fingers running inside the elastic band and skimming the part where he needed you the most. “wanna take good care of you tonight.”

a blissful sigh escaped from the parting of jules’ lips as you peeled the material off of him and cast it aside, the only thing left between you and his pure form being the pesky boxers that constrained his cock. not wanting to rush the events of the night, you go to mouth kisses on the imprint and the damn thing twitches, tip jerking ever so slightly as it leaks pre-cum onto the black cotton softness. 

“what was that about not even thinking about teasing, chérie?” he whined, hips raising in demand for you to do both of you a favour and free him from the restriction.

“i’m sorry, baby… can’t help myself, it looks so pretty like that,” you put on your best, prettiest pout and ran your fingertips down his length. “promise i’ll be good for you now.”

you finally granted him freedom and the way you quickly pulled down the set of underwear had the two of you so eager, your lips immediately came to wrap around half of his cock, the engulfing feeling sending jules’ mind into what he considered a premature frenzy. 

“s-slow down, baby,” he stuttered, hands gripping onto the sides of your head to pull you back to his tip where you suckled like a woman parched, unable to allow yourself to let him go completely. jules was addictive in every sense and the way his dick slid down your throat was even more so. you’d burned every part of him into your mind, making sure it was all unforgettable, all something you could never tire of.

“mm-hmm.” your response was muffled as you effectively ignored your boyfriend’s pleas, mouth taking more of him in, back and forth on repeat as the stiffness slid down your throat. it wasn’t an easy feat since the thickness of jules’ cock was siding on the extraordinary but your mouth was drenched, spit running down your chin and over the skin of your chest as the movement of your head over him became much more rapid.

jules was near to bursting, fingers gripping onto the leather of the sofa as he couldn't help but push his hips further towards you which only brought his dick further into your mouth, the weeping head barging at the opening of your throat. he wanted to grip your head in his hands – as leverage, as control, as a means to get as close to you as possible – but was scared to do so due of his iron-strong hold and the way your tongue traced that one vein on the underside of his dick, oh god, it was heaven—no, it was beyond that. you were his salvation, his saving grace, his angel come to earth; you were so, so good to him and he didn’t think he deserved you. but you were always there to shoot that idea down; it was always a collaboration with the two of you, you were always equals and you were always going to be. 

“i‘m gonna cum, mon ange,” your raven-haired lover whined, back arching as you continued your assault on his sensitive dick, lips reaching all the way to his pubic bone as his balls slapped against your chin with force, head motioning up and down, down and up, any which way to make jules flood your throat with that subtly-salty fluid. “oh my god, baby, please, please.” 

there was no way you were relenting now, the sounds coming from jules only giving you the motivation to bring your hands to his thighs and push your tongue out, his cock still in your mouth, aiming to caress it with the wet muscle and rip his orgasm from him in a matter of milliseconds. 

and that’s exactly what you achieved; a myriad of sweet moans from your boyfriend as he came down your throat, the mixture of clear spittle and milky-white cum threatening to spill out from your filled mouth but you drank it all up with his dick still between your lips, even managing to swallow as you moved back so that only the tip remained wrapped with the swollenness of them. 

“was that good?” you asked sincerely once you had pulled off of his softening length and stood up before pressing the most tender of kisses to his lips which parted in sheer satisfied exhaustion. 

“good? it was more than that, baby, fuck,” he let out a breathless laugh, grabbing your face to pull your mouth to his once again, the motion more hungry than before. “you make me forget about all that’s wrong, my love, thank you, thank you…” 

you couldn’t help but let out a giggle and an aww, a promise of always being there to take care of him on your lips and he was more than appreciative.

“let me take care of you now, bébé. my girl deserves it. please?”

[styxxsyringe]

google "how to write a character who is known within her universe for having no filter and swearing a lot (especially in the face of authority) without having it read like i graduated from vivziepop school of writing"

[lifeismarvelous]

cinematic parallels

[souenkun]

I think we as a society need to practice playing and listening through famous actor natori shuuichi's soundtrack, kirameite te gomen, for at least 1 time whenever we feel upset and down. The sheer power that this silly and whimsical soundtrack has at cracking me up the second that it is played needs to be utilized more for our times of need 😭

[naamahdarling]

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[dittolicous]

been thinking about voltron legendary defender a lot and how sad slash mad it makes me when people just blindly shit on it when like. the singular defining issue, imho, wasn't even a crappy fanbase, but in reality crappy running on the shows part, with constant out right and blatant lies and pandering from the show runners, speedrunning the series to maximize binge views and word of mouth, while butchering characters and plot-lines, and making both passive and active racist choices.

voltron could have been great, all the ingredients were there to be a good series like she-ra, but the show runners were trash and took vld down with them. they didnt just embrace the drama within the vld fanbase, they fucking emcouraged it with every choice and action they did. if any series desevers another shot, I'd say voltron is up at the top. it really did have potential, were it not for the runners. and to be all 'hoohoo haha votron fandom so stoopid' without acknowledging how the showrunners played on the drama makes me so fucking mad.