#but man am I jealous

[orcinus-veterinarius]

One day I’ll make it to SeaWorld Abu Dhabi and they’ll never be able to drag me away from the Endless Ocean.

[saragrosie]

As promised, incredibly stupid s4-5 drawings

[lesbiradshaw]

Jacob Elordi for Man About Town

[obsob]

in other news. my frog family has expanded

[lost-romantique]

I want Ghostfuckers to come out just for the chance to see Blitz in this fit, serving so much rizz that it should be illegal.

That's it, that's the post.

[katamite-cinaedus]

RE-ANIMATOR ART DUMP.

Because my brain is rotting with it.

Thank you for your attention.

[thetrinitytest]

[corrodedcoughin]

This might be the second worst thing that’s ever happened to Gareth while wearing these stupid shorts, or in general he guesses. The first being when he was in gym class and the got caught on the fence he tried to hop in order to skip said class, successfully exposing his lemon yellow carebear boxers, the only pair he had left because everything else was in the wash. Luckily it was only the gym teacher, Mr Carrey, and Linda Stern, a girl that kept to herself so unlikely to share such scandal. Neither brought it up again but that doesn’t mean Gareth was free of the memory, or free of reliving it whenever he opened his drawer to pull out some underwear.

But it’s not just the shorts that tie Gareth’s ‘most embarrassing and traumatising events of my life so far’ memories together. No, the instigator of both of these events also keeps them joined in Gareth’s mind. Edward Munson. It was Eddie who insisted that skipping class while in said class would be the smartest move to make ‘think of it Gareth, imagine it, skipping right under Mr Carrey's nose? He'd never expect it! High class rogue moves for sure!’

So of course Gareth was convinced by Eddie’s manic eyes and excitement and successfully flashed his gym teacher while the mastermind was laughing and pulling him down off the fence. Mr Carrey must have felt sorry enough for Gareth to let him run and isn’t that a fun addition to an already horrific memory?

Anyway, back to Eddie Munson; worst person to enter Gareth’s life. Because now? Now Gareth is stood outside a stupidly big and stupidly fancy house, in the offensive (now repaired, thanks Granny) gym shorts, and a pair of plastic and bent out of shape fairy wings. Originally he was supposed to be in a white vest too but he drew the line there, adamant he’d be wearing his Iron Maiden shirt to save some sort of dignity. And to top it all off it’s a beautiful day so of course people are out mowing their lawns, families are walking their dogs, children are playing in the streets and just enjoying the surprisingly mild february weather. All of them staring, quite obviously, at what they see as a strange teenager in wings being shouted at by an equally strange kid hiding behind a, not nearly big enouhg, bush for ‘stealth reasons’ apparently. 

‘RING THE DOORBELL MAN, COME ON!’

Gareth slowly turns to look over his shoulder to glare at Eddie who is peaking around the shrubbery. 

‘YOU RING THE FUCKING DOORBELL!’

‘GARETH YOU PROMISED! DON’T BE A DICK’

‘YEAH, BECAUSE YOU TRICKED ME!’

‘NO I DIDN’T, YOU SAID YES NOW RING TH-’

Of course that’s exactly when the door to the stupid house opens and the reason Gareth is here steps into the doorway. 

Gareth grits his teeth and begins to recite his lines ‘Steve, o steve. You are beauty that has to be seen to be believed. Wont you be mine until the end of time?’ He finishes and stands glaring over Steve fucking Harrington’s shoulder

‘DO THE FUCKING REST GARETH’ Eddie’s voice emanates from somewhere to the back of Gareth, probably still hiding behind the stupid bush. So Gareth ‘does the rest’ he does a very slow and deliberate 360 spin before crouching down to one knee and shooting a plastic bow and arrow at Steve’s chest. Of course the arrow just rattles to the floor, sad and pathetic, just like it’s shooter Gareth thinks to himself. 

‘Gareth? Why…umm, are you okay?’ Steve is obviously trying to hold back laughter and doing a terrible job of it. His face is convulsing like he’s just eaten a whole lemon, rind and all. And well, who knows, maybe he has, maybe it's a secret trick for keeping his hair so big, Gareth isn’t here to judge, he just wants to leave. 

‘Dude please just answer the question and put me out of my misery’ He’s still half on the ground and his knee hurts and it’s hot and he’s kneeling at Steve Harrington’s fucking door dressed as a fucking cupid because he couldn’t say no to his fucking stupid fucking best friend. Gareth pulls himself away from thoughts of despair when he sees Steve’s mouth open to speak. He’s got one hand on the door frame, the other on the back of his neck

‘Oh, uh, yeah? I mean, yes? This is for Eddie right?’ Gareth stopped listening after the initial ‘yeah’, instead standing and turning to the, very small, hedge Eddie was doing an awful job of concealing himself behind 

‘HE SAID YES. CAN I GO HOME NOW?’

Suddenly there's a whoop and an air punching Eddie Munson who realises he’s exposed his ‘perfect’ (shitty) hiding spot and is in full view of Steve. The idiot even tries to play off the air punch by combing his hand through his hair which obviously gets stuck on his rings and then tries to play that off by just keeping his hand in his hair while waving with the other, not trapped hand. With a violent yank he manages to free the entangled fingers with only a small whine.

‘Uhh…Hi Steve’ Eddie says with a dopey smile and somehow, somehow he’s got an equally lovesick looking Steve smiling right back at him ‘Hi Eddie’. At this point, Gareth has quite frankly had enough, Eddie and Steve are slowly walking towards each other like some romcom end of the movie scene and he’ll be dammed if he’s watching those two tragically flirt at each other. So he grabs the van keys out of Eddie’s pocket as he passes, resigning himself to an hour of shooting Eddie’s empty cans in the back of the van while he waits. Gareth is almost off the lawn when Eddie must get brave

‘NICE SHORTS BY THE WAY CUPID’

‘FUCK YOU!’ Gareth snaps the arrow in two trudges off, wings flapping behind him.

—---

Three weeks ago

Gareth was at his desk, he was trying to practice some drum rhythms when Eddie flounced in and dramatically dropped onto his bed. For the past half hour Gareth had been regaled with yet more ‘reasons why Steve Harrington is my dream man’ from Eddie 

‘You don’t understand man. He was just driving and the Eagles came on. Don’t look at me like that, I know it’s the eagles, but it was life in the fast lane and he was singing along to it dude. The line! You know the one! I swear it was an instant hard on, thought I’d came by the end’

‘DUDE STOP. STOP. I’ll do whatever you want just please never talk to me about your Steve related dick events again’ Listen, Gareth loved Eddie, he did. But there's only so much a man can withstand and Eddie could monolgue for hours if given the chance.

‘Whatever I want?’ There was no obvious devious tone here but Gareth still should have known better than to agree. If he had clocked Eddie's face he would have seen an expression so devious that he'd be running out the door.

‘Yes! Fuck, just no more. My ears are never going to feel clean again’

[discordiansamba]

(continuation of this)

there's a tea shop in ba sing se that he's started to frequent, which is weird, because he doesn't even like tea that much. the tea here isn't even that good, either. he's heard rumors that it was better once, a decade ago, but the teamaker responsible for the improvement of the flavor left for a better job.

(he took his infamously surly nephew with him.)

but he still finds himself in the shop once a week, after work. he doesn't know why. he's just drawn to the place. he's drinking his usual (jasmine- it's always calmed him) when an unassuming old man enters, and the shopkeeper nearly faints dead on his feet.

the man is mushi, the teamaker from the rumors. he smiles at the shopkeeper and asks if he can go to the back, for old time's sake. he comes out later with a fresh pot of tea, passing it out to the customers one by one, before he finally stops in front of his table and sits down across from him.

"do you want some?" he asks. "it's jasmine."

he blinks, but doesn't see any reason to refuse this man. there's something about him. something that reminds him of his own uncle. the man smiles, and pours them both a cup of tea. he asks him about himself- how does a young sandbender such as yourself end up all the way out in ba sing se?

and he... tells him. he's not entirely sure why. he doesn't know this man. but there's just something about him that makes him want to tell him everything. he's like a calming presence in a storm. the old man listens, only speaking occasionally.

(he remarks on his hands, peppered with tiny burns. he ducks his head when he admits he has a tendency to be careless around fire. it shouldn't burn his hands, some part of him always thinks. he's never told that to anyone, but the old man seems to understand.)

they must talk for hours, only bringing the conversation to a close because the tea shop is closing. he's... reluctant to leave. he wants to spend more time with the old man. the old man merely smiles, and promises him that their paths may cross yet again.

(iroh watches the young man who has the spirit of his nephew until he can no longer see him. only then does he weep. they are tears of joy, for he has found him again... but also tears of sorrow.

zuko lives, yet zuko is gone.)

[joifee]

Fish fear me, men fear me, fishmen fear me

Heyo I joined @mcyt-halloweens gift exchange and my trad partner was @iicarussea!!! fellow fwhip enjoyer we love to seeeee I just had to go a little overboard and make it really spooky :D hope you like! happy halloween^^

[lastofthe20thcenturygirls]

maomao getting stuck on the fact that jinshi let any woman other than suiren or herself near him to get his hair done despite knowing all too well that woman is a canonical lesbian is just so so so important to me

[apostate00]

Teehee

[anpanman95]

yeah.

he’s a very busy man okay?

[saenora]

01:44 AM: bf!sae who absentmindedly fingers you. youre both just laying on the bed scrolling through your phones/laptops. and his hand just slides inside your trousers. he is just caressing those thighs.. gently squeezing them every here and now. when it starts to slips inside your panties. bf!sae loves to finger you. eating you out is definitely on the list but not as much as he loves to finger you. and its always at such unpleasant timings. you’re working on your laptop or reading a book, his fingers are slipping inside, your slick folds, swiping across your slit. a drive with with him, those trousers/skirts are coming off. he loves to bury his thick fingers in your cunt… edge you purposely and let you make a a mess on them. if youre going clubbing with him… its already a no panties zone. he’s booking those vip lounges for a private show of you. sae might hate pda but something about seeing you make those absolutely pretty faces in public, eating away your whines as he lazily works his fingers inside you… you squirming and tugging onto him, desperately trying to mask it off while he whispers filth in your ears. its pointless to argue with him. it gets him going. there are two things that gets the best of him, soccer and your pussy. he is secretly a pussy worshipper just doesnt show it.

[awesamforehead]

I just found this and I want to combust into flames 🙂🙂

[inkonparchment]

"capcom should remake this game" "capcom should continue that storyline" capcom should tell us re6 Leon's lip combo