#cringe but free

[notyoucat]

DC inspired crossover/au

A collection of very old half finished doodles Not sure if I'll ever do anything more with this so might as well post them

|| Soap/Harley Quinn | Ghost/Poison ivy | Gaz/Catwoman ||

Cringe but free

[cherbearsz]

so i really loved episode 8

[crimsondaisy24]

PIDGE GUNDERSON !!!!!!

VOLTRON IN 2025 ???😱😱😱

[cozylittleartblog]

my motto, in sticker form. also conveniently slapped onto my sketchbook for all to see. be cringe be free

sticker

[lwiann]

Some kind of wedding i guess

[marrmora]

To kindly tell the students at my school to fuck off with their homophobic and disgusting asses, I am making Alterhuman/Otherkin/Therian/Fictokin, LGBTQIAT+, agereg + petreg, AND ANYTHING ELSE BRACELETS THAT I WILL WEAR AROUND ON THE FIRST DAY AND FOR THE WHOLE YEAR.

So send me anything YOU want to be made into a bracelet (Theriotype, Kintype, Xenogenders, Sexualities that defy the ‘norm’, literally anything), so I can tell the people at my school that I am the “cringiest” person at school and so other people feeling denied for being themselves knows I’m safe.

ANYTHING IS WELCOME THAT ISN’T PROSHIPPING / DISGUSTING STUFF, YOU DO NOT HAVE TO REGLOG BUT IT IS APPRECIATED

WIP(S): Monster high bracelets with pride colors Alien in disguise bracelet Queer doggo bracelet Aroace dragon bracelet Queer vampire bracelet Raccoon in disguise bracelet Neucreature bracelet with star themes Queer and plural + Autistic pride bracelet Bisexual aardwolf bracelet Melanie Martinez / Alex G bracelets Cathearted bracelet "you still think I'm human?" bracelet Outsiders bracelet Omengender bracelet Therian bracelet(s): (so far: Canadian Lynx) Transexpressive bracelet

edit: to everyone commenting or reblogging with a bracelet idea; do note I will do it! I’m not good at messaging repeatedly, since I feel I sound bland, but I will make it!

[cmkren]

— a human’s touch

; house x gn! reader

Maybe in some other lifetime romanticism wasn’t lost to House. That he had grown into a man capable of giving clear-cut affections— and capable of receiving it as well. The first ever puzzle he never wanted to solve, and it was of his heart. You, on the other hand, couldn’t give a damn about it all. You tied yourself to him after all.

In your lap, maybe that fact of House’s could be forgotten. For an hour or two.

a/n: i’ve never written for house, or house md at all. Currently in s4, and I’m just so attached to this crowd of misfits. I’m sorry if he ends up ooc— I just wanted to write something as close to fluff as I can with house LMAO 😭

tws; nothing you wouldn’t find in the show — 1.08k words

“What, are we playing mommy and her sexually frustrated boytoy? I don’t recall putting this into the search bar.”

“I don’t think you’re young and spry enough to be playing the pool boy in this scenario. Take as much offence as you’d want to that shocking revelation.”

Despite the very particular banter, nothing nefarious was happening in this scene. It was quite normal actually. In the tidiness of his apartment the two steeped in each other’s presence. Steeped may have been a strange word for it, but it fit the two. House was chatty like always, but even now and then he had grown quiet. Either getting caught by a specific feature of his partner (still thick on his tongue, not something he ever says really) or deep in his own thoughts.

What prompted him to make the off handed remark? Some might ask, especially when they were having such a peaceful moment!

The obvious answer would be because he’s House. What else was he supposed to do? The not-so-obvious answer was the strange feeling in his chest, as his head lay against the thighs of the person he oh-so cautiously let pull him down to such a position. If he turned his head sideways, you’d most certainly feel the prick of his unkempt beard.

He flexes his fingers, arms sort of kept… limp. Close to his chest. The pale blue of his eyes looking up to the other, brow wrinkled into a furrow as he felt awkward. He only allowed himself to be so hesitant for a second more before he went slack jawed and widened his eyes— a mockery of coming to another ‘revelation’.

“Oh! Pray tell me then, what are we?” Spoken like a young teenager picking out lines from a rom-com they watched the day before to aid them in romantic endeavours. His arms even moving just the slightest to resemble a ‘gosh darn it!’ kind of movement. That garnered an amused noise out of you, your hand very gently resting atop his mess of hair.

“Not we, you. What you are, is a man who can’t even sit still and let me dote on you. So I resorted to,” your free hand gestured to him. Legs stretched and resting on the arm rest of his couch, his head comfortably in your lap, “this.”

Then it was House’s turn to give a little snort.

“What you’ve resorted to is crippling a cripple. Can’t move! Should I go dial 911? Or are you going to kick my legs from behind just as I reach my phone?” This time, there wasn’t any sort of sound akin to laughter. Instead, you gave the hairs atop his head a bit of a tug. A warning.

A grunt left him, his eye wincing a little from the sensation but his wit outran any sort of complaint, “Pineapple! Oh— right we aren’t doing anything like that.” He still shot you a half-hearted look. All the playing around didn’t get him anything but a gentle expression though, a soft look in your eye that said that you would put up with him more than he could ever dream of.

A look he’d seen, but never truly appreciated. He wasn’t quite sure if he did so, even now.

“I would tell you to stop being stupid, but I know I could never stop that.”

“Wow, thanks.”

The way you leaned down to give press a kiss atop his forehead spoke to the fact that you never meant any malice or exasperation in their words. Sure, there was bound to be exhaustion, everyone had breaking points. You were always so lenient with him. Even if you wouldn’t admit that yourself.

Suppose in a way, they understood each other like that.

House didn’t react much to the kiss. You gave a lot of those, so. He didn’t say anything though, so that was either a good indication or a bad indication. 50/50, who knows maybe you should flip a coin.

“Good day at the hospital?” You mumbled, slowly twirling the short strands on his head, coiling them around your fingers. House’s face visibly relaxed, only flexing and moving as he responded. “Oh, yeah, like Santa’s little workshop there. Bundle of joy, fun bright lights.” He muttered, eyes closing for a moment.

Everyone knew that his days were full of pain. He made sure everyone knew, actually. Always made sure that everyone had to be dragged down with him. With you though, he toned it down. Just a little bit.

Your hand caressed the side of his face, gliding down the rough surface and down his scraggly beard. Mindless shapes formed along his skin, his eyes trained on your face. Whether your face would contort the longer you looked at him. As if waiting for you to have a revelation of your own— that he wasn’t who you wanted to spend your time with. That’d you’d wake up soon. Wake up from the dream you seemed so content with, him in your lap and the carefulness of your gestures.

“Something on my face?” Your hand trailed back up to his cheekbone, before pinching the skin there. A smile on your face, for him. For a moment, he stayed silent. Lips that were once parted were now pursed into a tight line, furrow of his brows suggested that he was thinking again.

The longer you waited though, the lighter your touch became. As if you were drawing back. An end to a gentle moment.

“No,” his hands shot up, taking yours in his own. His eyes firm, before they would soften and close as he brought your hands to his face. “Keep it this way a little longer.” For once, not a quip. A moment of genuine love, one that came out of him thinking this was all but fleeting.

In reality, you hardly moved at all.

You were just going to shift, hopefully making him more comfortable if he had felt the position a little awkward. Instead he cradled your hands as if they were the one thing keeping him off his pills. Even just for a short amount of time. Your shoulders went lax, tilting your head as you gave a faint smile. “Okay.” Was all you said.

“I’d rather have you touch me than the old reliables here,” one of his hands let go, giving a bit of a jazzy shake as if to emphasize, “god knows I’ve touched myself enough. Your hands are softer.” You snorted.

“I don’t doubt it.”

[tereziexists]

MORE ONCELER FANART‼️ BOOOM‼️ this thing took me nearly 10 hours Im sobbing.

How does one even join the Onceler fandom? Yall are so cool, but Im also very scared to interact😭

[whaleshake]

Nobody does crack ships better than me baby 😎

[tidiestpegasus]

the most powerful gear set in splatoon 3

[snowyrey]

y’all i- i am so normal about this robot

the strut, the humming- shush let me simp on main okay let me be happy

srsly tho i’m looking forward to the song ^^

[tarotomorrows]

Alright #anxifear nation come get yall’s food

This is based off an artists’s twitter post of an Inside Out x Heathers AU and they had Anxiety as JD and Fear as Veronica and I thought the dynamic of it was just too priceless too not use.

And no shame to the creator either by the way I’m just so surprised by the creative minds of the internet I mean who thinks to put those two pieces of media together?! It’s actually impressive so props to your creativity lol

[roses-ink-dipped-pen]

“Any last requests?”

The villain loomed over the injured heroine like a giant, loading the gun in his hand before he aimed it directly at Hero’s chest.

A wicked grin spread across Villain’s lips as he glared down at Hero, who merely sighed.

“Hang on a sec, I have to text my Minecraft boyfriend and tell him goodbye.” Hero grabbed her phone out from her pocket.

As soon as Hero delivered her message, Villain’s coat buzzed.

[meridiantears]

Me when I put my favorite characters into my brain sitcom.

[puffpuffpomf]

IM CRINGE BUT FREE DAMMIT (engineer uniform design belongs to @strawbubbysugar )