#blinking guy

[noisyasalways]

how god made me

[imtheiliad]

sometimes the internet is helpful.

other times it’s just like: don’t be an asshole! hope that helps.

[ablndfsh]

real

BLINKING GUY????

(btw this is the link that he gives, which then redirects to the mssociety)

BlinkingGuy.com

[varpusvaras]

Titans: ...what do you have there, Roy?

Roy: oh! This is my daughter, Lian! Say hi Lian!

Titans: She doesn't much look like you...

Roy: oh yeah she takes after her mom more

Titans: and who is she?

Roy: Chessire

Titans: ......the assassin who has tried to kill us so many times?

Roy: Yep!

Titans: ......okay, warn us next time when you get into a relationship, please-

-

Roy: Hey! I know it's been a while, but I thought I should tell you, I'm dating someone!

Titans: oh, we're happy for you! Who is it?

Roy: Red Hood

Titans:

Roy:

Titans:

Roy:

Titans: .....the same Red Hood who cut off people's heads and put them in a bag, attacked the Tower and has tried to kill or maim Batman and everybody else in Gotham multiple times?

Roy: Yep! 🥰

Titans: .......we are sensing a pattern here and it's a worrying one-

[ceilidho]

ceilid. oil rig soap i am foaming at the mouth omg

he's covered in an ever present layer of grease and grime, stinking of sweat and rust. comes off as a cocky showboat when you first arrive on the rig, jokes about wanting to see you all messed up like the rest of 'em, but his jokes are barbed, electric blue eyes looking you up and down like he really can't stand how clean and neat you are compared to the men on board. like he wants to tear your ironed skirt down so he can drag his dirty paws all over your ass and thighs.

you honestly write him off; hard to see the laid back charmer as a genuine threat or even someone to go running to should something bad happen to you, but then everything on the rig goes to shit. something violent and hungry comes out of the water and you can hear the blood curdling screams from the men it catches as you sprint down the landing, the helicopter already starting to take off even as you yell for them to wait.

but then a man twice your size is suddenly pulling you into the shadows, covering your mouth and shushing you as the thing that came aboard the ship suddenly passes (and you think, wildly, that it would've been on you by now had soap not dragged you out of the way) and you watch in horror as it obliterates the chopper, the body of the chopper bursting into flames and going into a tailspin, crashing into the ocean below.

"keep the heid, bonnie," murmured into your ear, the hand around your mouth pressing harder and muffling your screams as he pulls you deeper into the rig, trying to find a place to hide, his arms like steel bands around you. "willnae let anything bad happen to ye."

[willowser]

HMMMMM bakugou being just. the absolute picture of sin.

he works overnight and comes home early in the morning, around 3 or 4 am or so, and you greet him and give him a kissy and ask how it all went. and even though it's still dark outside and he's been working for twelve hours—he's still coming off patrol, right ? so he's still got some energy left, and he eats something and takes a shower and winds down as you fall back to sleep.

and it's not until much later in the day that he wakes up, early afternoon, and you're kind of tiptoeing around so that he can get his much-needed rest. you slip into the closet of your bedroom for something and you think you're gonna get in and out without a sound, but his hearing is so attuned to just about anything and everything at this point.

so rough and raspy, he grunts out, "what're y'lookin' for?" and you whip around real fast and he's just—

half sitting up in bed, bare back leaning against the headboard. an arm behind his head, so that his bicep is tense and round and stone-solid. stretched like that, his obliques are more prominent, taut and rippling up the side of his ribcage. he must have gotten hot while passed out, as he usually does, because the comforter is all askew; one of his legs is bent, the fine hair a dark gold in the waning day; the other is hanging off the bed, lightly swinging as he watches you, and the blanket has come down enough that you can see the bulge of his thigh muscles beneath his stupid tiny black boxer briefs.

and he's just so. man. in every single way.

(his hair is flat on one side, too, and his eyes are still a little puffy from sleep—but you think that adds to it, all in all)

[dementia-springtrap]

This is now my new favourite saying.

[andersdruv]

Do I watch Formula 1? Sure!

Do I spend significantly more time listening to the three people of the Shift-F1 podcast talk about F1? Definitely yes!

The only podcast starring the blinking white guy from the meme.

And they just posted their pre-season primer for anyone who wants to learn what the hell Formula 1 is about (while not being totally blind to the basic moral corruptness of the endeavor):

Do I watch Drive to Survive? No. But I probably should.

[suntails]

reality

[schnoobums]

How many of your co-workers did you just eject into space to get rid of me, huh?

[amelia-yap]

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[cacaocheri]

im obsessed with this audio and i HAD to draw it with sun

[v-albion]

Watched alien stage recently and I can’t resist. You can’t give me a man with my exact fav aesthetic and expect me not to draw

Masterpost || Commissions Open

[carveredlunds]

I'm told you've lived a fascinating life.

[corvidstarzz]

Rises from the dead to drop this here, and then im skittering back into my cave, farewell

(I keep forgetting to upload here)

Anyway hc abt inks scarf, that he uses it as a brush when he cant find his proper brushes.. thats why its so inky at the end, also all those notes he writes on that scarf is gonna make it fall apart.

Ink please just

explodes him with my mind.

[theseusgodkid]

His right hand arm. man. his everything. his confidant. his silly rabbit.