#fanf

[rose-bunny-28]

So happy we live in a world where these three are the exact same person

[peachyapples25]

The latest TSAMS episode made me laugh so hard! Sun and Moon acting like siblings makes me so freakin happy :3!

[viarayy01-blog]

guess im a liar lmao here’s my ggy design.. (the hats supposed to look like the rabbits with the floppy ears hehe)

[olive-fics]

A day out with Abby (Fem reader)

You and Abby are finally out together, Abby had been busy with work all week and decided to treat you as an apology..♡

Not NSFW but not fully SFW..? Wtv..Mature readers please. MEN DNI! (pls!)

NOT PROOF READ—CORRECT ME🤍🦢

Abby Anderson had always been the kind of person who valued simple moments of happiness. Today was one of those days, a day spent leisurely strolling through the aisles of a bustling mall with you, her girlfriend.

You two had held hands as you made your way through the crowded shopping center. Your fingers intertwined with Abby's strong, calloused ones. Abby's tall, muscular frame contrasted with your smaller, more delicate one, but together you fit perfectly. Abby didn't mind the strange looks, she only cared about pleasing you and making sure you had a cute outfit...it didn't truly matter to Abby though... she was just going to take it off of you later anyways.

"Anything specific you're looking for, babe?" Abby asked, her green eyes peering into yours as she rubbed your hand with her thumb.

There were a few things you spotted while walking through the mall with Abby but you didn't want to overwhelm Abby with your shopping spree needs. Instead, you admired the charming storefronts adorned with colorful displays of clothes, accessories, and all things cute. You couldn't resist peeking into a few windows, ogling at the adorable dresses, quirky trinkets, and fluffy stuffed animals that seemed to beckon with the pearls and light colors..

"Not reall- Oh my god." That's when the most beautiful, white, lacy babydoll dress you have ever seen caught your eyes..You had to have it.

"Look at that dress, Abby!" You claimed, tugging Abby toward the shop. "It's absolutely gorgeous! Can we please go look at it?"

Abby chuckled, her heart fluttering at the sight of your excitement. "Alright, let's check it out."

You ran into the shop and giggled immediately checking out the dress in the display window.

$60.

Abby reached for the dress, gently lifting it off the hanger as she hid the price tag from you. The soft fabric cascaded through her fingers, revealing intricate patterns and delicate lace that made your heart skip a beat. "Let me help you into it princess." You couldn't help but laugh and kiss Abby's cheek, Shuffling as you both make it to the tiny dressing rooms with those shitty curtains.

Abby helped you take off your little Kami and jeans making sure to treat you gently, you were so fragile and perfect.. Abby honestly got nervous around you..

Abby's cheeks turned a soft shade of baby pink as she slipped the dress over your shoulders, her fingers brushing gently against your skin as she adjusted the straps with a delicate touch.

The dress, with its elegant design, hugged your form in all the right places, Abby couldn't help but stare.

"Fuck.. babe- you're so pretty.." Abby mumbled and became a flustered mess..

"Isn't it beautiful?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

With a gentle touch, she began to pepper your exposed neck and shoulders with soft pecks and kisses. Her lips were warm and tender against your skin. You closed your eyes, savoring the sensation and giggling softly..

"Abby.." You mumbled just watching Abby sprinkle the kisses all over you in the mirror..

“Buying this for you… now,” Abby murmured into your neck, her warm breath sending shivers down your spine. Her fingers traced tender circles along your waist..

“Love you..”

[cassandraillustrates]

The sketches that started it all

[ppolppool]

😈🍦😢

[obsession-expression]

Twin where you been

[jeffrey-anderson]

Injustice in the Justice System: The Ethical Plight of Arkham Asylum

It is a common saying within Gotham City that you can set your watch off of Arkham Asylum’s regular breakouts.

Founded by Dr. Amadeus Arkham well over a century ago, this government-funded penitentiary has morphed from a well-meaning mental hospital to quite literally a house of horrors. Sanctioned as an asylum for the criminally insane in 19XX, Arkham Asylum has been affected by corruption and fraud every year since its founding - a reality only exacerbated by the breakout rates that have spiked by almost 46% annually since the Joker’s posting as a publicly known terrorist.

Anybody who lives in Gotham has been affected by the persistent breakouts plaguing the asylum. It’s been the Riddler’s bombings of the subway system. It was the threat of Gotham’s water supply being polluted by Joker toxin (only narrowly avoided by vigilante Batman’s interceptions). It was literally any Halloween these past few years. Take your pick.

Arkham Asylum is wholly an ethical nightmare. Its moral values and code of conduct have completely warped since its founding, and a lack of accountability has transformed it into an unethical hovel for anybody incarcerated there. Corruption runs rampant in the system. Any bribe of any size can be weaponised, and prisoners can do anything within and including escaping.

The poor legislation and the lack of accountability likens Arkham to the El Salvador gang jails. Both of them have death rates in the hundreds, and both do not receive programs preparing inmates for reinsertion into society. The two of them have inmates who are rarely - if ever - allowed outside.

These so called ‘reformatory’ institutions are unethical, unlivable hovels for anybody incarcerated. The abusive living situations make it a wonder any of Arkham’s convicts ever even consider choosing to stay within the prison walls.

Speaking of Arkham being an unliveable hovel - asylums throughout America have progressively gone out of style within the last forty years. However, Gotham is a city that leans more towards traditionalism - a view paired with and reflected throughout the city’s beautiful architecture and the scarcity of new bills, legislations and laws that are passed as a result of the city stagnating and being unwilling to create change.

This languishing, this lack of desire for movement and progress, is part of the systematic problems that threaten to topple Arkham. It is part of why it is inhumane.

Asylums have been going out of style for a reason - both sides of the system suffer. There is a relatively low rate of recovery from patients in asylums who are mentally unwell - even lower in Gotham City. Caregivers are pessimistic about their future outlooks because of the low success rates, feeding back into the cycle with no positive yield. This vicious pattern makes it nigh-impossible for anyone within the system to get any sort of fulfilment from it.

Although Arkham is officially a psychiatric ward, it houses patients who are arguably sane and yet are sentenced to life with the mentally unwell. Take Adam Bomb for example (article linked). Convicted of terrorism after trying to blow up the city, Bomb worked with criminally insane terrorist Firefly and thus was convicted of insanity beside him despite all claims that he was not mentally unstable.

It could be argued that these inhabitants aren’t perfectly sane, but an overwhelming amount of evidence from court records show otherwise. XX% of convicts in Arkham were allegedly intended to go to Blackgate Penitentiary, but couldn’t as a result of the overcrowding in the system. This whopping XX% percent of inmates, forced to live in padded cells and treated as less than human because of an insanity that they don’t have, live in an oppressive scheme which in turn makes it more difficult for actually unwell prisoners to receive the help they require. Furthermore, inmates who are criminally insane likewise suffer - the heightened risk of assault, dangerous gangs, and trauma in result of the organised crime fester a wholly unhealthy environment for the patients in the system who are meant to be there.

This misconduct is really highlighted in 20XX’s horrifically dubbed “Haunted House” breakout, where seven inmates (both sane and insane) attempted an escape. One of their psychiatric patients (a Ms. A. Smith) was killed in the panic after experiencing a psychotic break and subsequently attacking one of her fellow escapees after watching one of the sane male inmates assault a staff member.

The tragic events that transpired in the “Haunted House” jailbreak underline the desperation of reform required within our justice system. It is crucial that we address these issues within and around Arkham, as its current state has crossed lines and boundaries that even the worst cities throughout the globe have not passed.

Now, after considering these insurmountable problems, you may be wondering.

How is Arkham Asylum still standing?

Surely, some uncorrupted Gotham official is good, right? They would have seen the corruption, the abuse, the inhumane condition. Surely, somebody would have pushed for a change.

Well - you aren’t wrong. Arkham has been the focus of almost 15% of bills petitioned within Gotham City for eight years.

But there are good reasons why it is still functioning. Why nine out of ten of these petitions are rejected, despite the obvious poison to our society that it provides.

Arkham Asylum was made by a key founder of some of Gotham’s most foundational rules and regulations, Stuart Gordon. Nevada and Maine are the only other states to decriminalise sex work - but Gotham City, too, has special permissions under the state of New Jersey to abolish the law as a result of his work. Furthermore, Gordon pushed for Gotham to be one of the first cities (although highly debated and largely criticised at the time) to allow equal purchase and selling of property by minority groups within Gotham. Gordon’s lasting contributions to New Jersey’s sociopolitical landscape are likely partially why Arkham‘s presence continues to endure despite its increasingly intrusive existence in our modern society.

Arkham Asylum stands as a symbol of justice. Despite the rampant violence and a severe lack of accountability within its system, it is the most famous (and infamous) jail this side of America. When you look any closer at the system, its flaws and corruption reveal themselves to you in a disturbingly clear fashion. Yet when we think of the law, when we consider the justice system, Arkham is always the first to mind, given its wide discussion by people around the globe.

Arkham Asylum was a lot of money. A lot of money. For the first fifteen years of its construction, Gotham government’s annual transparency records reveal Arkham Asylum taking almost 40% of the budget allocated to police and law enforcement in its construction time. This rampant fund theft and poor budget of the government, exacerbated by the relative spike in crime rate during the years of its building, proves just how long they intend Arkham to stand. Why would the government put so much money into something that they didn’t intend to run in the long term?

These factors have made our authorities comfortable. Unaccountable. Stagnant. The level of ease that Gotham’s government holds about jailbreaks trickles down to regular citizens. They face no consequences from us as a result of our being excessively comfortable with the crime they permit.

If nothing is to change, we have a clear view on the future based on the long history we have with Arkham in the past. Gotham City’s complacency allows corruption to fester, and it leaves us citizens complicit in the tragedy of crime and disaster.

It is not too late to change course.

If we don’t stop this fraudulence now, it will be too late to change course.

The first step to change within others - our society - is change within ourselves and our standards. We must remind ourselves that this crime is not normal. Remind ourselves that we should not be comfortable. The disasters, the rampant crime and the rotating door of terrorists coming and going from Arkham is not something to be nonchalant about. We have to teach our children that the standards that Gotham’s bureaucracy sets for us isn’t acceptable, and that they should not be growing up with fear in their hearts and emergency exits in their minds.

Furthermore, it is imperative that we insist on more from our higher-ups. Allowing them to continue shrugging their shoulders and telling us that the establishment cannot be changed is only going to worsen the state of our city and justice system to the point of no return. We need to pressure new laws from them, so we can uproot the corruption that they have allowed to fester in our city for decades. We must demand new regimens for jails in order for us to be able to transfer inmates out of overstuffed systems and give resources to those who need it most.

Most importantly, we have to demand better, moral legislation. Regulations that seperate the harmless from the terrorists, and incite prisoners to remain in a prison that will not be cruel to them at every waking moment.

One voice can only do so much.

Many voices, speaking as a part of an undivided unit desiring wholly for change - that will get the government’s attention. That will make them feel the same discomfort we have been experiencing our whole lives. That will lead them to forging new change within this stagnant society, one which will better both the lives of AA’’s inhabitants and those of Gotham City.

Sign this petition, and stand with me. Stand with all of us who are appealing for a difference within a society. Help us create change that will last for generations.

-Jeffrey Anderson

[rightpvssywho]

Imane Khelif, your strangely attentive coach notices that you are very stressed about the match that you will have to face, so i guess she helps you relax

Pairing: Coach! Imane Khelif x Boxer! Reader

Content (MDNI): fem! reader, age gap, lesbians, nsfw, RPF.

A\N: english is not my first language sorry if u notice some mistakes.

In the gym the silence resounded in every corner, interrupted by the torture I was inflicting on the sandbag, hit after hit.

The sound of training was playing like a constant, almost hypnotic rhythm, fists hitting the bags, feet sliding on the floor and sharp orders bouncing off the walls.

I was there, always focused, eyes fixed on an invisible target, while my teammates exchanged glances and words between rounds but they never got close to me.

They saw me as a distant presence, perhaps even a little disturbing. My silence made them uncomfortable, i was a reserved person, closed in my own world, where thoughts flowed like an underground river, invisible to those on the surface.

That day in the gym, anxiety was my shadow, always present, never too far away. Every movement was filled with tension, every gesture seemed to carry the weight of anticipation. I knew I had an important match the next day, and I couldn’t shake that feeling of uneasiness that tightened my stomach.

As I wrapped my hands, I felt my heart beating faster, the dull sound of the velcro closing seemed to echo in my head. The voices of the other athletes, the sound of the punching bags being hit, everything mixed together in a chaos that made it difficult for me to concentrate.

When I started to warm up, my muscles felt stiff, as if anxiety had turned them into ropes that were too tight. Every jump rope, every lunge, was accompanied by nagging thoughts.

Then I moved on to the heavy bag. The punches I threw were harder, faster, but I felt like something was missing. Anxiety made me lose my rhythm, the punches weren’t as precise as they should have been.

Every mistake fueled my frustration, every hesitation seemed to confirm my fears. Yet I kept hitting, forcing myself to ignore the inner voice that tried to undermine my confidence.

Sweat poured down my forehead, dripping onto the floor as I worked the bag, trying to clear my mind and focus only on the movements. But the anxiety was there, creeping into every pause, filling the silence between hits. I could feel my breathing labored, my chest rising and falling in a rhythm I desperately tried to control.

By the end of the workout, I was exhausted, not just physically, but mentally. I sat on a bench, breathing hard, and looked around the gym. I knew I had given it my all, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t enough.

By now training time was over and I remained with my head bent down without realizing that the gym was now empty, until a hand that gently touched my shoulder brought me back to reality.

"Yn, you alright?" it was coach Khelif, i raised my head and met her dark brown eyes, her face was genuinely concerned and for a moment i thought all my problems would disappear instantly.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

I was ashamed to discuss my thoughts and open the trunk that contained my fears inside me, especially with my coach, who gave me the strength to get to where I am now.

"nah, all fine, I'm just a little nervous about tomorrow's match" I say without looking her in the eyes and putting a hand behind my head.

She moved closer to my bench and put her hands on my shoulders, I felt a moment of hesitation, as if she was trying to gauge how tense I was. The tension in my muscles was obvious, I couldn’t hide it. She looked into my eyes, with that mixture of understanding and a calm smile “Come to my office, let's see if I can loosen you up a bit" she says massaging my shoulder lightly.

The coach gets up from the bench, without saying a word, she gently takes my hand, her touch is warm and reassuring, but I can't help but feel the blood rising to my cheeks, blushing behind her. She leads me out of the room, my heart beating faster with every step. We arrive at her office, where she lets me in first, closing the door behind us.

She sits nonchalantly in her desk chair, legs spread and one hand tapping the computer key. I didn't know exactly how to behave, I was standing in the middle of the room with my arms at my sides.

"Come here," she says in a calm voice, "I want to show you something." I approach, a little hesitant, and she gently takes my hand, pulling me toward her.

Then, casually, she invites me to sit on top of her, in her chair. My heart pounds as I carefully settle in, feeling the heat of her body against mine. She leans slightly toward the screen, concentrating on what she wants to show me, while I try to remain calm, aware of the closeness that makes the air between warm.

She starts showing me a video of a recent workout. “Look at this,” she says, pointing to a precise moment when I’m doing a perfect move. “This is exactly what I want to see tomorrow. You’re ready, you’ve got everything you need.”

As we watch the video, I feel her hands slowly move from my hands to my shoulders. She begins to massage them firmly, trying to release the tension that’s built up.

I focus on the screen, but it’s hard to ignore the warmth of her hands and the feeling of safety she gives me with every move.

The coach puts her hand on my waist and starts to grip it with a firm squeeze.

"I just want to help you," she says with a suspicious smile. She slowly moves her head and get her lips close to my neck. Her kisses are needy and impatient like an attempt to make me feel safe. Her attention and touch were starting to make me wet down there, creating a tingling sensation between my legs that were now rubbing impatiently together under her watchful eyes.

I feel her hand brushing my thigh, feeling it meticulously, getting closer and closer to my soaking center. I lean my back against her chest, throwing my head back, putting my hand on top of hers.

with a knowing grin, she notices your hesitation "what's wrong? you're so tense, but I bet it's worth the risk" the hand continues to explore, making it clear what she wants.

her hand passes under your shirt slowly moving first to your belly and then to your breast, squeezing gently while continuing to leave kisses on your neck.

I was short of breath and at that moment I felt light as a feather, thoughts had left my head and the only thing I could perceive was the touch of the coach on my skin.

my legs opened automatically, I felt the cold air coming through my shorts and hitting my dripply pussy , Imane noticed it and took advantage of it to sneak her hand inside and press her finger on my clit.

"w-wha..." I can't even form a sentence, I didn't even know what to think. the woman I had a crush on now has her fingers tapered under my panties and swinging her finger quickly making me whisper moans of pleasure.

they moved frantically forming a knot inside me that was waiting to be released. my sighs became more lively until her fingers were completely inside me moving with ease thanks to the fluids that made my duct easier.

The volume of my mumbles increased and was shared by the slamming of her hand against my wet pussy, "shhh there must be people outside, you don't want them to hear, do you?" she then put two fingers in my mouth and pushed them as far in as possible, muffling the sound of my noises.

"Good girl" she added, continuing to kiss my neck and moving her hand up and down scissoring my pussy with her fingers, opening them in the deepest part she could reach. my eyes were shelled and te saliva was dripping from my filled mouth.

My body spasmed as my core was slammed, my back arched and my legs spread wider to ease the entry, my grunts were too high to hold back, I felt my climax coming, her hand kept going faster and my eyes glazed over until I squirted into his fingers.

I was still recovering trying to calm my panting and heartbeat with my eyes closed when I opened them and realized the mess I made, Imane's hand was soaked in my juices as my pussy.

"I am so sorry" i shouted standing up and fixing my shorts with flushed cheeks and messy hair. She looked at me and smirked.

"are you more relaxed now?" she asks slowly rising from the chair and wiping her hands with a hanky on the table.

"i mean...yes" I lower my face blushing, but she makes me lift it up to look her in the eyes with a fingertip

"Good" Imane says proceeding to smile and kissing me in the lips.

[bunnysuitconman]

patreon request for BonBon_Bananza on twitter! Tsumtsum he

[thoundcarriers]

presenting my goofy ahh concept of William infused with the endoskeleton or maybe it's just Springtrap leftovers idk idk fax down below and you can read em ^-^

+ empty eye sockets, he's inserting animatronic eyes + he has to constantly check the metal carcass and spires that hold him back together, especially the ones in his mouth (as they often dislocate and puncture the skin) or it'll be impossible to talk :( + stapled nails pin his flesh to the metal skeleton, but it doesn't help much as it drips on the floor anyway :((( + the positive things: now he can wear any animatronic costume he wants and smoke as much cigarettes as he wants to. rather dubious perks but look - the whole thing came to me in a trip and I don't even know how I create shit ^-^ I called it fusetrap btw........

[most-tragic-character-tournament]

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[peachyapples25]

Oh my gosh I still love this episode! Just recently re-watched it!

RIP the Lunar and Earth Show! Hope they get it back up a running without much stress :,)

[meloojeloo]

i drew springbonnie from into the pit only took 5 hours and a can of redbull 😭

[2echo-berry2]

Reblog if you love him

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(Credits to @imsanlee on Tt and @imleesan on insta!)