#but can you imagine lmaoo

[choccy-milky]

I can imagine Clora reading the "Final Problem" where Sherlock "DIES" and being depressed for like a month and sending hate mail to Conan Doyle while Sebastian tries to cheer her up.

THATS SO FUNNY YOU SENT THIS BECAUSE I LITERALLY DECIDED THE SAME THING A WHILE BACK BAHAHA i plan to mention it in my fic too

seb would 1000% find clora crying during their seventh year when "the final problem" is published LMAOO and he'd freak out wondering whats wrong. and when i read about how tons of doyles' fans sent him hate mail and were outraged i was like yup, clora would've been one of them BAHAHA. ["Obituaries for Holmes appeared everywhere. Petitions were signed and “Keep Holmes Alive” clubs were formed."] CLORA WOULD HAVE FORMED ONE OF THOSE CLUBS TOO LMFAOO

all the outrage made doyle resurrect sherlock a decade later, so that also means when they're older + married + have kids, clora's just gonna burst into the room one day and be like "HES ALIIIIVEEE!!!!!!!" BAHAHHAA clora's hate mail to arthur conan doyle is what brought back sherlock, CONFIRMED!!💯💪✨

[eyelambspider]

♡ Let Me Worship || Soap & Ghost

⤷ summary : soap and ghost will show you how good they think you look & make you feel even better

┊pairing : john "soap" mactavish x gn!chubby!reader x simon "ghost" riley ┊content warning : nsfw (like pure smut), fluff, nipple play, hair pulling, marking/biting, threesome, body worship, (light?) spanking ┊a/n : this is written with no gender in mind (hopefully it works for any gender reader), if not, plz lmk and i will write for different gender versions! love ya & happy valentines

Soap had just happened to be walking by your room one day. Casting an idle glance to the side at your open door before he paused, stopping dead in his tracks to look back again with wide eyes.

"Steamin' jesus."

You were standing in front of the mirror, eyes trailing down your form, wearing the new outfit you had picked for yourself. Fingers smoothing over your thighs in a way that made Soap's breath hitch. His baby blue eyes drinking in the sight like a man starved.

So enraptured, in fact, that he hardly registered the fact that Ghost was wandering over, his brows furrowed suspiciously as he approached. Wondering what had the man slack-jawed and practically drooling like a puppy.

"Soap, the fuck are yo-" Ghost peeked his head into your doorframe, following the sergeants gaze and immediately going stiff. His brown eyes widening and following the hypnotic vision of you pinching your hips, an unsure frown dancing across your lips.

"Fucking hell."

It led to where you were now: smooshed lovingly between the two of them, unable to feel anything but their greedy hands sliding and groping your body reverently.

"Fuckk me," Soap groaned beneath you, sweat beading against his forehead as he moved your hips up and down on his cock, urging you to rest all your weight on his thighs. To let him feel every inch of you pressed against the hard planes of his body. Bouncing you up and down, the rough skin of his hands gripping into your plush hips hungrily. Meeting yours with a buck of his hips, sinking over and over again into your sweet heat with wanton groans. "Ye feel so good," he panted, unable to hold back the urge to lap and suck at your pulse point. His teeth raking over the sensitive skin, fighting the urge to bite and leave a love bite.

"You look even better," Ghost grumbled, voice noticeably huskier than usual under the fabric of his balaclava. His brown eyes were glued to the erotic sight below him. Gaze traveling over the scarred, hardened expanse of his chest and belly... watching in a hypnotic daze as the thick ridge of his cock plunged in and out. It was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen: His hips slamming gently into yours, the worn pads of his fingertips searing into the thick flesh of your waist. Holding you down against Soap while he watched your ass bounce back onto him.

Soap groaned against your throat, lapping up the taste of your salted skin, rolling his hips up to fuck you even an inch deeper.

You little whimpers and moans only spurred them both on, and Ghost grinned lazily at the sight in front of him.

He moved his hands slowly, unable to help a caress and a pinch along the way, sliding his rough palms around and up to your belly. Holding you tight and squeezing. God, he couldn't help but lean over you a little to feel just how soft you were against his strong arm. He stole a moment, panting against your ear and breathing you in... before he stood up straight again, carding his fingers through your hair and tugging gently. "Come on love, arch that back baby," he coaxed, able to fuck you harder.

It gave Soap the prettiest view. Your throat and chest glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, eyes teary and rolled in bliss as the two of them fucked you.

"Jesus, weel, look at that..." Soap leaned his face forward, given the opportunity to capture one of your pebbled nipples into his mouth. Suckling and biting gently on the nub in a way that made you clench and cry so fucking sweetly. He didn't stop-fuck-he couldn't.

The sergeant wrapped his hands over the expanse of your ass, giving a dirty squeeze before he spread you for Ghost. A little 'thank you'.

Ghost groaned, feeling a deep shudder wrack through the base of his spine. He couldn't take it anymore either. His cock throbbing and weeping already from the stimulation... and how fucking tight you were.

"Fuck, I'm cumming," he growled, tugging your hair a little harder to hear you whine, "Your body just feels too fucking good," Ghost praised lowly, panting hotly under the balaclava that was now sticking to his face like a second skin from all the sweat.

The two of them were close, gripping and growling like men possessed. Squeezing and groping your body in the best possible way, marveling and worshipping how soft you were against them. How fucking sexy you were taking their cocks so perfectly. Your hips, your thighs, your waist, your stomach, your ass. All of it.

"FUCK!"

[theoldworldsrunnerup]

@deathnotetober day three: task force

Redraw of this:

This is. Technically not finished but I am so sick of looking at this so I’m giving up and posting it

[kelpermoosee]

Knocking them over and watching them scramble to get up with those big ass heads

[redgearsmovin]

14 different toppings, 3 toppings per pizza, can make 364 kinds of pizza...

what math did Dave do to get this.

ok wait i'm doing calculations . Image description in alt text.

using combination / nCr formula, you can get the answer.

now the next question is how the hell did he do that all in his head .

[khaohomies]

Man, I loveee these boats!

[jensensitive]

"also lost one of his closest- the closest people to him."

jensen ackles ??👁👄👁

that man was going to call cas the closest person to him

x

[justgleekout]

Happy birthday to my dearest friend @blurglesmurfklaine! Have some domestic klaine! 💕

[foolsocracy]

I can't get the idea out of my head, so please consider; MJ invites Peter out along with some of her friends for dancing. Results may vary

ok this has been SITTING in my inbox. I was thinking about drawing something but ive caved and im just gonna talk.

YES. That girl can DANCE and she loves it!! I feel in the 19th and 20th century everyone could do a bit of social dancing because thats just what people did for fun. I think the Parkers and the Watsons both taught their kids to dance 'older' stuff they would have done when they were younger, like a solid waltz, quadrille, two-step, polka, what have you. MJ learned them all with fervor. Pete... learned some of them.

I think MJ and Pete would probably do (east coast) swing most often. Because they are hip and of the times. I think Pete probably would have had MJ and Robbie get to know each other through dance, actually. Like Robbie was around the welfare center when MJ was and Pete immediately was like Yes, now MJ can practice with him and not me (ultimate backfire because how he's got 2 partners)! Harlem is definitely the hot spot for swing, with black Americans engineering the whole thing. MJ was totally ecstatic to have a friend over there to run into who was a ready and willing partner!

I do have to say that MJ is a total back lead when it comes to Peter. They will ARGUE on the floor (in good fun). She'll be like 'do that one move I just taught you!' or 'If you fumble this texas tommy i'll kill you' or 'ok on this next backstep we're doing Charleston... aaand triple step, back step.' And Peter will snark back. Whenever she really wants to piss him off she'll make him practice Balboa (he thinks it looks stupid).

[what-have-i-unleashed]

wonder how many evil exes one has to go through in order to date murder 😔😔😔

[choccy-milky]

omg clora’s boy disguise is so cute and pretty and just *chef’s kiss* i absolutely adore your artstyle! and your fic is so entertaining to read and is so well written! keep up the great work girl you’re amazing!

AW TY GIRLIE IM GLAD U LIKE MY STUFF!!🥹💖and ty for the nice message!!💖💖heres more pretty boy clora just for u BAHAHA💖 but yall thirsting after boy clora just got me thinking how seb has to watch out for even more competition LMAO i can just imagine clora laying on her boy-self's charm so thick (and basing her boy self's version on fairytales or romances she's read/trying to act like prince charming or some shit LOOL) and i defs put my own tastes into her boy design. i love the tom riddle-esque snooty pretty boys LOOL. its the same reason i was an ominis girlie when i first played HL before falling for seb SORRY SEB I WASNT ALWAYS LOYAL🤪

I DEFS WANNA DO MORE PREGGO CLORA its just tough since i do plan to write a bit of an epilogue when her and seb are older and they DO get pregnant, but also that wont be for a while...so maybe i will just draw it sooner instead🤔 and u are 100% right LMAOO if clora thinks seb is overprotective now, SHE AINT SEEN NOTHIN YET. HONEY ITS 4PM TIME TO GET INTO YOUR BUBBLE WRAP COCOON

seems like the perfect time to bring back this reaction image

[machabre]

too shy to do this off anon but how do you come up with your poses and anatomy?

I gotta admit I think posing, especially from imagination, is one of my weaker if not weakest areas. I struggle with it a lot. Personally, I have near complete aphantasia so that may be a part of it. I draw through feelings and rhythm and my sense of weight/mechanics only. I feel like I map my figures out in slightly different ways every time. It's often spine first, but the rest can be boxes, just lines or mostly circular masses lol. Ngl it's basically just trial and error drawing simple mannequins/thumbnails until I get one I like, then I'll sketch a more final version. 😅 Ref is my best friend when coming up with or checking my poses. And hiding half of the figures (vertically or horizontally) and then making the hidden part up, or trying to draw my ref, but from another angle is how I practice.

For anatomy, it's mostly using reference again! I wing it until it looks off, then will search up something like "sitting cross legged" to see where I went wrong with my pose/anatomy. Another really helpful thing for me was knowing where major muscle masses, insertion points and body landmarks are. All of those helped the names and functions of muscles sink in more than trying to sit and memorize them individually or before I knew their general areas and shapes.

Lastly these two books are the ones I learned the most from when it comes to organic drawing. The method the author uses really clicked with how I "feel" through my figures but ymmv!

[delicioustarong]

I have so many thoughts about Branch right now.

One particular thought of mine is this scenario, where Gray! Branch meets his future self, who is happy and colorful. I keep asking myself, "How will he react?" "What will happen?" and "How can I turn this both sad and funny?" (LMAO)

This is one of my favorite daydreams to imagine because I can't really write it out. I'm not a writer (I suck at expressing myself through words). I might draw a comic. Maybe? Idk. But anyway, I keep thinking about the fact that Branch was clearly born to be in the spotlight. Bro can adapt to new music fast, is great at singing (his voice is literally being compared to an angel), and the fact he's in two bands is just 🤯.

So whenever I imagine my daydream, I always have this specific dialogue in mind that just makes me go feral.

"How can you be so happy?! After everything we've been through! How can you smile and laugh like we aren't the reason why grandma isn't here?"

"Because grandma would want us to be happy. Grandma would want us to move on and forgive ourselves!.....I never realized that until someone showed me that I can be happy, I just needed help finding it."

[localemofreak]

Taylor Swift: “screaming but daddy I love him”

Fanfic writers: *sighs and opens tumblr*

[gifti3]

What if Asmo got gum stuck in his hair, like really in there and somewhere he cant see easily

But MC helps him get it out and they manage to without damaging or cutting his hair

[basofy]

god this was so cringey shut up all you've ever seen regarding women has been a smelly rat in the mirror and distorted photoshopped images of women with big boobees you know nothing