#great reflexes

[freepassbound]

41: Do you have any magazine subscriptions?

43: Are you stubborn?

47: Do you sing in the car?

50: Ever used a gun?

53: Is Christmas stressful?

54: Ever eat a pierogi?

56: Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?

61: Wear a bath robe?

63: First concert?

67: Peanuts or Sunflower seeds?

78: Who would you like to see in concert?

83: Can you swim well?

90: Can you knit or crochet?

41: You know, I think it's down to just The Economist and National Geographic. Used to have several more.

43: I certainly can be! 😅

47: Definitely - and very badly. 😂

50: Absolutely not.

53: Really, at this point it isn't really anything - pretty much just another day.

54: I'm half Polish! I have pierogi at least several times a year!

56: Professional athlete, of course; architect, computer engineer, writer... that's all that's coming to mind.

61: I have... not for a very long time, though. Don't think I have one now.

63: Not a clue. The local symphony, most likely.

67: Peanuts, hands down.

78: Sara Bareilles - my favorite musical artist.

83: Well? Nah, not really. Just well enough.

90: Nope. Nor sew. Probably don't have the fine dexterity for it.

[vibinginthebg]

Still some doodles of them :DD

[fancyhats-and-fennelsbuds]

Quote from an newspaper's excerpt. Date 3 June 2001. In The Place Where Cartoons Reside:

"(...) June 2001, day of Atlantis's premiere. Time for celebration in Toontown, where new people are being welcomed. The air it's fizzly as only the young days of summer can be. The party echoes with sparks of amity and laughter. Bonds are being made. Antics are unintentionally rolling. It's a gentle day."

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I had this art in mind for so long and it's finally alive!!! YEaaarrg. Wholly remade after the famous Sophia Loren and Jayne Mansfield side glance photo. I believe and stan that Jessica and Helga would have the wholesomest chemistry togheter (Poly Romantic? Platonic? Bromance/Sismance? Whichever. It will be stellar.)

[lastofthe20thcenturygirls]

What. A. SAVE.

[noandpickles]

Okay so I'm still in the process of being completely insane about this, but hear me out: Parker!Leverage is the post-transition, post-identity reveal, in-hiding/on the run adult version of Peter Parker.

[artdcnaldson]

ok so the thing is, at this point in time, art is so mean and cruel to reader, like hes hot and sexy, but mean. and he absolutely prioritizes his own pleasure far above hers. so i was thinking a little thought, im 100% convinced that art would pinch readers nose closed while fucking her face... :) probably after she said something extra bratty, or flirted with one of the guys from the tennis team. basically hes sick of her bullshit and wants her to suffer the consequences. whilst either or maybe alternating between, holding her head down on his cock, and smacking her cheeks. all whilst calling her a little slut :(((

i luv him, i need him

-🐞

Ohhhhh agree <3

We got a little of it in the vignette where Art fucks her throat at her house and pinches her nose closed (pre-breakup) but I knowwww he would’ve done it before.

He sees you talking with one of his teammates (a sophomore named Ryan) at a party after he told you to stop fucking hovering around him. He knew it was to get back at him, the way you smiled and put a hand on his arm while you laughed at his jokes. Ryan wasn’t that funny. Ryan wasn’t funny period.

But yeah </3 he has to tug you into a spare bedroom, push you to your knees, and sink his cock into your mouth. You moan around him, lashes fluttering as your eyes grow all wet and slick with tears. He pops your cheek and you whine.

“You looked so fucking trashy throwing yourself at the team. You know people talked about it in the locker room, right? About how desperate you were. I’m teaching you a lesson. This is how guys treat sluts,” Art moans. Your tongue laves at the underside of his cock. He doesn’t know how you know to do that— you must’ve been whoring yourself around. It pisses him off just to think about. He thrusts deeper, holds your head down on him until your throat constricts and you gag.

You’re panting when he pulls you off, lips drooly and strung with spit. You look up at him, suck on his tip, swirl your tongue around the head like you would a fucking lollipop. It makes him crazy. You do that to him. “You’re such a— fuck- god- that fucking mouth— a fucking whore.”

You nod, press a sweet kiss to his tip. “I wanted you to notice me,” you admit. “You only notice me when I’m with other boys. You’re jealous.”

His jaw ticks. That was the wrong fucking thing to say. He grabs the back of your head, bottoms out until his dick is buried in the warmth of your throat. It’s hard for you, he knows, but you must’ve been practicing, or something, because he finds less resistance than he thought there would be. “I’m not fucking jealous,” he says, breathy and fucked-out just from your mouth.

You look up at him, and there’s a sort of knowing in your gaze, an understanding. He can’t say anything to convince you otherwise. He is jealous, you know it, he wants you so bad, you just have to convince him more.

It pisses him off. He pulls out of your mouth, lets you take a few deep inhales, and then he’s thrusting back into your mouth, holding your nose closed so you stop fucking thinking it’s a reward for being such an easy slut. He fucks into your mouth, all hot and wet and suctioning around him. You’re whining, all muffled and drooly. Small little hands pushing against his thighs as you claw for air.

Jesus, that shouldn’t get him hard. He’s a better person than that, he’s not Patrick.

But you’re looking up at him with half-lidded eyes, crying out even though your words are muffled by his cock down your throat. He pulls off, lets you take a heaving breath, and buries himself back inside that perfect fucking mouth of yours.

He doesn’t cum in your mouth, even though he wants to. You’d probably like it if he did. He pulls out, leaves you panting and gasping beneath him as he glazes that pretty face of yours with his cum.

He grabs his phone, snaps a picture before you can react. Your eyes widen in surprise and you stand up, scrambling to take it from him. “I could fucking send this around, let everyone know how easy you are,” he threatens.

“Art, stop—“ you whine. “Delete that.”

He laughs at the sight, of you jumping for the phone he’s holding above your head, lips swollen, face painted with thick ropes of his cum. He could tell you to fucking roll over and you would. He grins. “I’m not going to, because I’m a good person. Because Patrick would fucking kill me if he found out you were getting run through by the tennis team.”

“So what’s the point?” You ask, as you grab one of his shirts and wipe your face off, grimacing at the sticky smear on your skin.

Art just shrugs, settles on his bed. “Maybe I just like seeing you be the one to squirm for once.” He rolls his eyes, pats your cheek and nods for the door. “I’ll see you at the party Shawn’s hosting, right?”

Confusion flickers across your expression but you nod. “Yeah, uh, if you think I should—“ He nods and you smile, all pretty and hopeful. “Okay, yeah. I’ll see you then.”

You’re practically skipping on the way back to your dorm.

WE’RE BACK WITH STANFORD ERA PATRICK’S SISTER AU AND EVERYONE CLAPPED!!!!!!

Angst is fun but i missed the mess i missed the drama. I hve to return to my roots (being crazy)

[mooseman13579]

How come everybody is on about Bruce being Danny's bio dad but no one is on that Bruce being Sam's bio dad train?

[superm4ks]

not gax 😭

There's something very high school ab gax. Something about the neurotic class president and the nihilistic redditor asleep in the back kinda moves me . Like they're those kids u never c interact but then if there's like a debate about the merits of democracy or whtvr suddenly they both locked tf in and yk its gonna cook and the teachers gonna lose control of it like 20 mins it and somebodys gonna get sent outside to calm down

[finelythreadedsky]

desperately trying to think of an example sentence for reflexive pronouns that isn't "cato disemboweled himself"

[mysteryboy1249]

Finally went and watched Zero Tea Time and like, how is this man still functioning at all??? If we're to assume that Furuya sleeps about 2 hours a night regularly, I'm sorry but this man would in no way shape or form be able to do what he does. - Sincerely, someone who has legitimately slept 3AM to 5AM regularly for several months due to having pre-existing sleep issues and a job that started at an ungodly time.

Like, yes I get that I shouldn't be thinking too deeply since anime logic, but also on this same schedule I felt like I was about to die by week 3 and was essentially a human zombie with my mental health down the sink by week 6(and technically I was sleeping more than 2 hours since I would take some naps as well) so I have some strong feelings about this. Hell, there's no way this man would be able to keep track of what time it is let alone all his jobs and secrets with that amount of sleep. Even if we go under the assumption that he sleeps 3-4 or even 4-5 hours usually and the 2 hours was a special case this man would still not be able to make all those deductions and chase all those criminals. Sure you won't feel as shit, but you definitely will still be feeling quite shit.

No wonder this man depressed and insane with a sprinkling of anger issues and seems to be constantly lowkey disassociating in Zero Tea Time. Yes most of it is because he's the only one left and is horribly traumatized but also like Furuya, have you considered taking a nap? It doesn't solve the trauma, but give yourself 8-10 hours of proper sleep and you'll be waking up ready to take on god.

As a side note, are there fics where Furuya is severely sleep deprived and how that impacts him? Because so far I haven't seen any but I also don't usually go out of my way to find Furuya centered fics. Because if there isn't I'll write one myself, not enough chronic sleep deprivation rep round here in general. Mans mother hens everyone around him, he deserves someone to mother hen him back to force him to sleep because the world will not in fact end if he takes some time off.

[biologist4ever]

[silvermoon-scrolls]

You know what the most frustrating thing about writing is when you are fluent in another language?

The absolute devastation of knowing there is a perfect way to word this if I could just use that other language for this one sentence.

[marciliedonato]

Of course the entire monster fucker site is watching and loving the monster eating show ... Likely thing for it to do

[ghost-inthe-hall]

[weepylucifer]

DE daemon AU with characters in no particular order:

Harry: a dog. some sort of huge, shaggy beaft. can switch seamlessly between scary police dog and slobbering best friend full of love. because Harry has amnesia, the two of them might not remember taboos like no daemon touching and she'll try to lick Kim. if you play Harry like he's trying to turn his life around, Harry can do stuff like groom her fur

Kim: skua. skua's got it all. it can fly, it's the symbolic bird of Revachol (Kim is sooo proud and vindicated about it), it's huge, it's majestic, it's a complete asshole

Evrart: chameleon. Edgar has a different daemon, but there's a rumor that when they impersonate each other, they keep their daemons out of sight and use actual trained animals to keep up the ruse. maybe because of that, their daemons tend to not speak much in front of strangers.

Jean: i don't care. a roach. die.

Cuno and Cunoesse: unsettled. Cuno's daemon changes all the time, usually into something small but loud and annoying (for posturing reasons). with Cunoesse there's a persistent rumor that she has no daemon, adding to her creepy child reputation, but it's really just that her daemon prefers taking small forms and hiding inside her clothing, huddled against her. unless you antagonize her in any way. then he's a ball of rage and poorly suppressed fear and puffed up and in your face

Steban: deer. duh. they say she settled the moment he finished reading the Elysium version of Kapital or something else of that sort. has the 1 in 10000 antlered doe mutation because Of Course. still has some faint trace of fawn coloring which Steban is highly embarrassed about

Ulixes: oooohhhhh he wishes. he wishes it were a shrike. especially because he may not actually know what a shrike looks like and is picturing some large and badass-looking bird. but he is not actually Nilsen. he is Ulixes. it is a mongoose

Smoker on the Balcony: cat. a very elegant and sleek one. doesn't speak to other people or their daemons at all except for when it's sexy

Cindy: crow. intelligent, creative, prone to wise-cracking

Noid: one of those stick insects that can camouflage themselves as flowers or leaves

Egghead: parrot. also constantly yells scooter lyrics

Trant: something weird where it's not apparent to anyone in what way the animal is meant to be a symbolic representation of his personality at all. like fuckin uhhh a platypus

[nubs-mbee]

I think I found a reliable way to deal with tonsil stones, but unfortunately it involves rinsing my tonsils out with a syringe of salt water multiple times a day. Literally after every time I eat. AND tongue scraping as well. Tonsils are not worth this level of effort.