#clawing at the WALLS

[sophfandoms53]

THEY’RE FINALLY LETTING KIRK COOK IN THIS ROLE OH WE LOVE TO SEE IT

AND WE’RE RE-EMBRACING JUST HOW FUCKING COOL SHADOW IS AND HOW COMPASSIONATE HE AND MARIA TRULY WERE WITH EACH OTHER???

WE TRULY ARE SO FUCKING BACK AND WE WILL NEVER TURN BACK AGAIN

[lobsterlemons]

stardew valley save me….save me stardew valley

[boycorruption]

sorry i zoned out i was imagining how u would look between my legs (it will happen again)

[ivanttakethis]

OH MY GOD WAIT—

IMAGE MAKING PRACTICE WAS TO FORCE IVAN INTO LEARNING HOW TO SMILE ON COMMAND

EXPLODING UNSHA WITH MY MIND HATE HATE HATE BITE KILL MAIM DESTROY MASSACRE AAAAHHHHHH

[devil-in-hiding]

*peeks*

Blue Collar Price with fat/plus size younger wifey?

*runs away*

(Also ily have a good day mumma bear!)

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck mechanic Price with a sweet little baker as a wife

meeting you on his lunch hour with the guys, he’s immediately smitten when you hand over his tart, giving him a sweet little smile before disappearing back in the kitchen

would start to come in every chance he gets, ordering treats for the whole garage if it gave him time to just sit and admire you, lapping up the way your sweet little dresses give him the perfect view of your cleavage, some days those pretty fat tits of yours threatening to spill out to his eager eyes

it takes him a total of 5 months to ask you to dinner, and four total dinners before he has you ass up on his bed, watching the way your ass jiggles with every thrust of his hips, one hand gripping your hair to keep your head up so you can hear those gorgeous sobs of his name

Usually tries to clean up a little before he sees you, but the first time you drop by the garage with his lunch he forgot to grab, and he’s already covered in grease and has his jumpsuit off his arms and tied around his waist

He got his lunch and a very enthusiastic blow job in the back that day

[xo-jocii-xo]

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now folks, this is the segment of the show where we all swoon over mggs lanky hands and wish they were on us!

[love-bitesx]

HI MIAAA just have... Hobie brainrot... About little details in every day life like 😭😭 him nonchalantly pulling u by the waist so he's on the side of the street facing the road, him towering you in the bus or underground, blocking you from the big mass of bodies or any possible creeps (had my share when bus is too crowded 😭), or giving you the window seat because ita your favorite and that way he can block u from the aisle and protect u like with the street thing 🥹🥹 letting you fall asleep in his shoulder or hugging his arm. Sitting always in the chair facing the door when u go to a cafe or a pub, so he can watch out for any possible threats that could come in and be ready for them, so u can rest assured and enjoy ur time. Letting you play with his rings when you're bored or anxious, holding you tight when you hide a bit behind him if you're too shy when he first introduces you to his friends, his hand giving u a reassuring squeeze. !!! EXCHANGING BATTLE JACKETS <<333333 maybe yours fits him a little shorter but its so cute... Such a bonding act.... Making patches or diy badges for each other's jackets too!!! Painting each other nails and kissing the knuckles for every nail painted 😭❤️❤️ i could go on and on. I LOVE HIM!!!!

VIVI I SCREECHED INTO MY MATTRESS WHEN I READ THIS OH MY LORD ABOVE

i’d like to elaborate, if you don’t mind—

his brain was so wired to protect you that half the things he did weren’t even consciously (cupping his hand around corner of tables or cupboards so you don’t hurt yourself/hit your head, steering you to the other side of the pavement, away from the road, etc.). of course, you knew having spider-man as a boyfriend, you’d be safer than most, but when the mask comes off and it’s just your hobie, dark eyes lidded, watching you through his lashes as he towers you at the packed bus stop, cuffed arm pressed above your head, you knew nothing bad could ever touch you.

something about him mindlessly towering you on the tube just. wow. it’d be packed, rush hour hitting and he swore he could’ve just swung you both to your location, but you refused. swinging made you nauseous, and the tube wasn’t all that bad. if you chose to sit down, his ringed hand would be glued to your thigh, not to be a flirt, but to ease your anxiety, know that you’re safe and that he was there. if it’s too busy, he’d let you play with each steel band, secretly calmed by the sensation.

standing up, however, he’d hold onto the railing on the roof, free hand on your hip to bring you flush against him, grip tightening at every bump and screech of the crooked underground carriages. you know it isn’t his intention to tease you, but the way his body moved around yours at every turn, his cologne and natural scent inescapable with how close he held you, and the incredibly nonchalant intimacy of it all. something about the smirk that sat on his pierced lips, however, made you believe that his intentions aren’t always mindless. anytime you questioned him about it, he’d brush off your accusations, simply saying;

“too many creeps around ‘ere, darlin’. gotta keep you safe.”

he trusts you with every part of him and more, but his trust for other people was non-existent at best. so, at the pub, he always liked to be able to feel you (within reason (or without, actually, he wasn’t fussy)). whether it’s simply your knees pressed together, or you playing with his hands from across the table, arm snaked around your waist or shoulders as you sat next to him. he’d like to keep you away from the door, sandwiched between himself and his mates.

although he insists his intentions are strictly safety-related, he’d be lying through his teeth if he said that the visible rush of blood to your cheeks and falter in your voice as his hand slides across the skin of your thigh under the table, wasn’t an added bonus. the smug prick.

he’d share everything with you, if it’s possible. clothes? yours. no question. jewellery? yours. badges, patches, safety pins with beaded designs? yours within a heartbeat. hell, you even had a collection of guitar picks on your bedroom dresser that he’d been dying to give you after special shows. you had no use for it, but the giddy smile he wore on his face as he kissed it between his lips and offered it to you, who are you to refuse that?

speaking of gifts; if he wasn’t the one and only spider-man (well, of his dimension) then his criminal record would be miles long, purely because of the sheer amount of stuff he steals for you. he’s like a cat. anytime he leaves you for the day, he’ll crawl back through your window with pockets full of tiny trinkets he’d robbed throughout the day. anything he sees that even remotely makes him think of you and he’s slyly sneaking it into his back pocket – and trust me, it’s a lot.

all in all, he’d go to insane lengths to keep you safe, and if he’s able to keep a smile on your face – and a blush on your cheeks – whilst he does it? then he’s a very happy man. loves you more than he could ever say, and hopes these little measures let you know that.

i’m violently in love with this man, i actually need to be sedated

[idiot-mushroom]

guys what if i made another tmnt iteration, what then

[pipfrankenstein]

hi i’m coming out as a huge frankenstein nerd. i love them more than my own family

[haetrack]

Jaemin hard hours idkkskdk🤸🏻‍♀️🤸🏻‍♀️🤸🏻‍♀️

You grinding on/riding ur boyfriend Jaemin's thigh/abs, yes THAT.

Now u can write it two ways, either dom bf!Jaemin praises u for being so desparate and needy and pretty for him and tests ur limits OR u decide this is what ur pathetic lil meow meow bf!Jaemin gets for tonight, for now, no matter how much he asks/begs for it, u are not touching him

-👾

jaemin if u can hear us… jaemin…

if we’re imagining a more dominant jaemin… i can see you grinding on him because he just gets so carried away. he wouldn’t dare tease you on purpose, but even as you’re right on his lap, grinding on his thigh, he pays no mind to you. he’s never like this, always attending to your every need. usually, if he saw how needy you were, he’s already be fingering you, palm pressing into your clit as you drop all over his hand. today he said he was “in need of kisses” and that’s all he’s been doing. kissing you deeply while letting his hands wander all over, unknowingly teasing you. it’s not until you whine against his lips that he pulls away, a lazy smile on his face as he takes in the sight of you. he can feel just how wet you are, kissing your shoulder innocently as his hands drop to your hips, making your grind down on his thigh, “sorry, angel, think you can wait just a bit more? you look so pretty like this…”

getting to tease jaemin… getting back at him for being so mean the other night, teasing you just because he could. he swears, “you were just too pretty, i couldn’t help it…” so when he finds you straddling his abdomen, one hand pinning his wrists together over his head, he can’t help but be a little stunned. he lets it happen, taking it all as a joke. as soon as he feels how wet you are on top of him, he gets quiet. you lightly grind down onto him, enjoying the puffs of breaths he lets out at the feeling. his hands start struggling in your hold, and as much as he knows he can push your hand away, seeing you like this stops him from doing so. you can feel the bed shift behind you, his hips bucking up. you turn around to see how hard he is, straining in his sweatpants. he calls out to you, begging you to let him touch you, to let you cum on his cock instead. you shake your head no, letting him that tonight is all up to you. he throws his head back to the pillows, eyes fluttering shut at your demanding voice, giving in to you.

[angelicdevil24]

What do you mean David came home, saw Angel sleeping on the couch in his hoodie and fondly went “What am I going to do with you?” with a ring hidden somewhere in the house

[whalesharkstho]

UMMM HI @shepscapades IVE BEEN UNABLE TO STOP THINKING ABOUT THIS PANEL SINCE YOU POSTED IT…. HERE U GO!!!

MORE FANART TO FOLLOW SOON (i hope)

[squirreljc2]

HE DIDNT COME TO PUNISH THEM HE CAME TO BE PUNISHED WITH THEM

HE DIDNT COME TO PUNISH THEM HE CAME TO BE PUNISHED WITH THEM

[crazylittlejester]

✅ The urge to write

✅ The time to write

✅ An idea of WHAT to write

✅ An outline to follow

✅ Access to the tools needed to write

❌ The ability to put words into sentences in a way that is coherent

[floweycidal]

Is it just me or does flowey get humbled in both genocide and pacifist routes?

Genocide because he felt the pain and fear he caused others

Pacifist is pretty self explanatory

to say flowey was humbled would be an understatement. bro really did all this just to lose LMFAO

on a serious note, you're right. flowey does get humbled. in every route, actually. that is because he is destined to lose. to me, the world seemed like it just never accounted for his revival, nor did it consider anything that might spring from his existence.

flowey's entire life was built around frustration, a world that spun on without him, leaving him behind like an afterthought. no matter how many resets he triggered, how many paths he took, he never found meaning. nothing he did felt real, nothing produced anything that lasted. he was drowning in the monotony, in the overwhelming sense that the universe was dull and utterly uncaring about whether he was there or not.

this is where his delirium n obsession begins. if the world wouldn’t offer him anything worthwhile, he’d take it. if the universe ignored him, he would force it to notice. he became consumed with the need for control, desperate to pull the strings, to carve out something, anything meaningful in a life that had none.

but regardless of what he did, it was never enough. he saw every outcome, lived every route, read every book, burned every book. he spared everyone, he killed everyone. none of it ever amounted to anything.

the same faces, the same hollow conversations, the same endless loop. every time, it brought him right back to where he started, as if he hadn’t done a thing.

that was the real cruelty. whatever he tried, the outcomes were always the same, predictable and unfulfilling, none of them going in a way that truly satisfied him. they bored him, wore him down, as though the universe was mocking his every effort. every route he took, every decision he made led to nothing substantial. he was losing interest. his reasons for living were dwindling, fast.

the world went on, indifferent to his suffering, and that very apathy ate away at him. it drove him crazy out of his mind.

then you came along. suddenly, there was hope. a perverted kind of hope that maybe this time would be different. you could finally bring about something authentic into his life, your unpredictability a breath of fresh air. it was a flutter of change in a universe that had otherwise forsaken him.

in geno, flowey is almost thrilled by the chaos you cause. he praises you, revels in your violence, as if your cruelty is proof that his worldview was right all along. you become the demon he always believed you could be. and for a brief instant, he feels justified, even vindicated. but even that falls flat bc in the end, you take things further than he ever could. you tear through the world with a coldness that makes even him tremble. he’s staring down the barrel of his own logic, realizing that in a world where you’ve killed everyone, you’re going to kill him too. the power he used to reset everything, to cheat death, means nothing now. he’s left with nothing but terror. whoever convinced him he was in control? #humbled

in neutral, flowey tries one more time. he taunts you, eggs you on, hoping that at least in death, he can prove that the world is as cruel and merciless as he always believed.

but when you spare him, when you refuse to give him that twisted validation, it’s the ultimate rejection of everything he stands for. mercy is the one thing he can’t handle because it'll just mean he was wrong. you don’t have to be violent to win. you don’t have to be cruel to survive. so... he flees. #humbled

in pacifist, flowey is convinced this is it. he is god. he finally wields the power to keep you here with him. you'll play his game over and over again, and this time, he’s sure it will work. but as fate would have it, you break through his defenses, restoring the lost souls and calling out to him with a warmth that disarms him completely.

he’s left flabbergasted as his power falters against your unwavering spirit. for all his might, he realizes he’s lost control (again). all his efforts to grasp at godhood collapse, leaving him to reckon with the reality that his power meant nothing in the presence of true compassion. #HUMBLEDD

all flowey ever wanted was a single victory. just One. in a life stripped of everything dear, where he was left with only emptiness, he yearned to believe that if he held on tightly enough, if he played his cards just right, he could finally win. but that outcome was always just out of reach.

it slipped away like everything else. it simply was not meant to be.

flowey's most formidable foe was ultimately himself. as it turns out, his refusal to let go is what truly condemned him.

for letting go meant accepting chara was gone, and nothing could ever return to how it was.

for letting go meant remaining a soulless flower, trapped in a dismal existence, endlessly tormented by his loss and incapacity to love as he once did.

for letting go meant confronting the unsettling possibility that he might never find joy again.

for letting go meant accepting that perhaps, after everything, there genuinely was nothing left for him.

...is it really any wonder, then, that he sought out control with such pitiful desperation?

siiiiiigh

i'm not sure how we ended up here, but.... thanks for the ask, anon!

[wisteriagoesvroom]

WE USED TO PRAY FOR TIMES LIKE THESE (footage from the reiss x mclaren fashion campaign)

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