#connor eats pants

[yoki-loves-stars]

continuing my gemcyt AU :D

again reblogs are very appreciated :]

Charlie as a spinel would be sick but I don’t know how they’d even meet so I decided not to make him into one

NOW I CAN FINALLY GET TO MY FAVORITE PART!!!! FUSIONS!!!!!

(PART 1)

(all gem designs are based off my own designs for these ccs)

[yyuscee]

[uglypuppy22]

Connoreatspants in the dream smp discord had me pissing

[ohitspurple2]

ELON MUSK ON FORTNITE FRIDAY!?!?!????!!?? AND HE ACTS LIKE A TOTAL LOSER!??!!!???!?!? ITS EVERYTHING I'VE EVER WANTED!!!!!!!

[brightlyburningstar]

guys u should name 3 women

[sapphos-ruwumate]

I've been drawing on my huge catwall canvas again and got reminded of this precious Bumper I drew a while ago! Look at him! He's adorable!

[dykebeeduo]

one day this notif will stop giving me a heart attack…. Not today tho. Today it scared me.

[t4tpolypd]

Antivax duo (Connoreatspants and Ranboo)

[totallynotbat]

Technoblade Tribute

It’s a bit of mess and do to time I couldn’t finish it completely

the wings wouldn’t stay on so.

[moriphyte]

connor is so brave honestly this shit is fucking hilarious but you definitely need a certain level of both comedic ability and not giving a fuck to log into fortnight w elon musk and then casually tear him apart to his face knowing he can’t say shit back 😭

[iii-of-ender]

i cant move on. oh my god

[oneleggedgiraffe]

doodle dump 1

[roseblings]

every streamer i watch has agreed that adin ross getting andrew tate arrested is some cartoonish looney tunes shit

[dimwitdecember]

tubbo is too nice i need connor eats pants on this

[eddiazx]

emergency - evan buckley x reader

You were frustrated.

Buck was frustrated.

Not at each other, no. But at the fact that you both hadn’t been able to have sex with each other in the past month.

When Connor and Kameron approached Buck asking him to be their sperm donor, you both had reflected together because Buck didn’t want to make any decisions without the input of his girlfriend. In the end, it was something Buck truly wanted to do for his friends, and you had admired his selflessness.

You��re rethinking your stance on it now however, because your generous, sweet, boyfriend decided to abstain from everything, from alcohol to fried foods to sex, to ensure he could give some strong swimmers. And while that shouldn’t necessarily be seen as an issue, with your long hours at the firehouse, and the clinic continually rescheduling Buck’s appointment, things were getting more than a little tense for the both of you.

Like now, for example. After a 12-hour shift, you pull off your LAFD shirt in the locker rooms, leaving you in just your slacks and beige bra. While on any other day Buck is able to keep his desire for you at bay and not bring it into the workspace (or so he tries), today is not one of those days. Especially not with the pressure building for the past 4 weeks.

You turn around from your locker, only to be face-to-face to a boulder in the form of Buck. He looks down at you, blue eyes darker in the dim light of the locker room, breathing heavily, before picking you up by the back of your knees and leaning you up against the wall. You yelp, but instinctively hold onto Buck’s biceps. You’re about to question his actions, before you feel your boyfriend’s full pink lips on yours. Your eyes flutter closed, and you reach up to interlock your fingers to rest on back of his neck.

You kiss each other, a kiss full of yearning and desperation and lust and love. You can feel him pressing into your core, and also… was that a vibrator?

You pull away, searching for whatever was making that noise and sensation. Buck panting, drops his head on your shoulder, and says, “it’s my phone, just ignore it.”

“Buck, just check who it is, it might be an emergency.”

“There’s an emergency happening right here and now, babe.” Buck replies, cheekily, but ultimately adjusts you so he was holding you up with only one arm, while he slides his other hand to grab his phone from his back pocket.

Buck furrows his brows and answers, and within seconds pure glee overtakes his face. He hangs up, and drops you back gently with your feet on the floor.

“What is it?” You question, slightly disappointed that you were interrupted.

“That was the clinic. They asked if I could come, heh, in 20 minutes, because they had a last minute cancellation.” Buck explains.

“This also means”, he continues running the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip, “that you are not getting any sleep tonight. So go home, eat a big meal, and I’ll join you in our bedroom in about two hours.”

You couldn’t wait.