#guys I’m ngl

[kumquatqueenb]

✨Fuck it Friday ✨

Athena froze, trying not to alert them to her sudden unsureness. May seeking comfort from her she could sort of understand, because May was one kid, a rarity. Two kids felt less like a rarity.

Athena had spent so much time and effort making herself as formidable as possible. Someone who was an immovable and even deadly force when necessary. Someone that no one, under any circumstances would want to mess with. She had no idea why anyone would seek her out for comfort, protection sure, but never comfort. Generally no one did, aside from May. Usually the others went to each other or Bobby for comfort, and they were right to. For all that Bobby believed his hands would always be stained with blood, they were still far gentler than hers could ever be.

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The excerpt from the next chapter that yall voted for. :) hope u guys enjoy and it helps hold u over till Sunday, you’ve got a long chapter to look forward to.

If anyone who hasn’t already read this, it’s my 9-1-1/tdm au wip, if ur interested then here’s the link :)

[mayahawkeswife]

“are they lovers?” “worse”

[chloesimaginationthings]

You should totally have Jeremy meet the gang if you haven't already!

I definitely should, so far this is the only time I’ve drawn him in the comic!

[otaku553]

Save me yi nine sols

(You should play nine sols it’s very very fun)

[inumbrapugnabimus-maybe]

Just dropping this here

And dw wars just misses his scarf :)

[houseofcucci]

Mentally unstable, but I can't let myself cut my hair again.

[randycider]

Thinking about Shockwave being a human in that mecha pilot Jazz au. (au of an au?? Sure)

I’m picturing an eyepatch, buzz-cut, sinister voice and even sinister unethical human experimentation— that drift technology had to come about from someone, right?

They call him Shockwave because he just showed up one day and revolutionized the mech field overnight. Or that’s just his name, who knows.

Very Doc-Ock from Spider-Man situation going on for him; he found Cybertronian or Quintesson tech and integrated it into himself, now he’s got mechanical arms and a gigantic gun for an arm or whatever, and he works as fast as possible to replicate it on other people, no matter how unethical or morally dubious, because if he could do it to himself, then he can do it to others for the sake of science. (Maybe someone else did the experimenting on him??)

Idk I just need the angry and violent and visceral Shockwave personality carrying over to him being the Top Guy on earth who is responsible for finding people to test new and developing drift technology on. Some of those first pilots probably died during the drift connection, and he just kept putting new people into the mecha over and over until something stuck

Maybe he’s responsible for sending out recruitment programs that test people’s DNA to see if they’re drift compatible and THEN they have to go through all that rigorous training and testing

[theproperweirdo]

Do we fuck with this ship or am I the only one

[laurorne]

༊*·˚ BUT A WHISPER || criston cole x targaryen!reader

summary: a knights love for his lady isn’t always innocent, nor wholly good. and it seems ser criston is entirely and utterly infatuated with you, and you don’t entirely mind it.

warning(s): nsfw!! softcore yan! criston, smut, religious mentions, semi-public make out, dry humping, criston leave targaryen princesses alone challenge when? (reader is implied to be targaryen but there’s no parental mention)

word count: 574

a/n: hii!! this is my attempt at getting back into writing nsfw on a blog, this is only a drabble because i just wanted some quick practise

A muffled breath, the creak of leather as his gloved hands tighten on your cheeks. Thumbs caressing your jaw as he smothers your lips in a kiss.

Desperate, needy, wanton.

He pants, lips still brushing yours as he takes a shallow breath to press back to the plush of your lips. His hips knocking against yours has the hilt of his sword prodding your side as he pushes impossibly closer.

You’re surrounded by him, in tough leathers and fine fabrics. Your arms are quick to wind around his neck, chest pressing up into him as you allow him to indulge recklessly. In the middle of a hallway, teased and wanting. His tongue pressing against your bottom lip, tracing the flesh and begging for permission, begging for reassurance that you want him just as badly. You do.

He pulls away, lips pressed to the curve of your cheek as one of his hand traces the curve of your neck, falling lower and lower to your ribs. Thumb brushing through the fabric of your dress onto the skin below your breast. “This isn't wise, Criston.”

A fluttering open mouthed kiss and a swipe of his tongue, and he’s devoted. “I love you.”

It’s weak and it’s whiny and god it stirs something within you. Something curling and angry and sweet all at the same time. Fluttering at the pit of your stomach as he follows the pulse of your arteries.

In the near absent light, his dark brown eyes have you. Have your heart beating against your rib cage wildly, pleading to be let out. Begging to be let out of its cage and placed within his. His hand leaves your ribs in favour of a fist full of thigh. Hoisting the leg up to lay flush against his. The heat of his body heady against yours, comforting and unbearable all the same.

He’s pawing at the cloth, attempting to move it out of his way and gain access to what he really wants. A snug home for him, only him. He’s lucky, by the Seven is he lucky. To even have the chance to touch you like this. Frantically and desperately in a deserted hallway in the dead of the night. To have you allow him to take it this far, you are gracious.

Your hand trails down his chest, past the open slip of his chest and to the lacing lower. Near the leather belt and the sloppily tucked in ends of his shirt. “You are far to needy, sweet knight.”

He pants against your pulse point, open-mouthed and needy. He continues his endeavour on your throat though, he’s past your teasing comments by now. He presses butterfly kisses to that spot on your throat.

Tongue laving over the spot before he bites down on it, not daring to suck hard enough to leave a mark on your skin, no, never. You’re to beautiful for such depravity. “And you are far to accomodating.”

Criston rolls his hips into yours, pressing far closer than before so you can feel just how much your accomodation has effected his greed. You stick the breathy moan growing in your throat with a pin as you share a pointed look with him. At which he jostles you mockingly, thigh pressing up into your cunt as his hand roughly cups your breast through your dress. Thumbing over your nipple as he inhales the oils you’d bathed in today.

His devotion makes something stir in you, you’re not entirely sure you hate this attention either.

[turtleblogatlast]

Leo getting hit with a truth curse but instead of forcing him to admit to super sad or worrying things it’s things like “it was me who broke the remote” “I saw Mikey prank Donnie and helped hide it because it’s way funnier if he didn’t know who it was” “I rip my clothes to look more like Raph’s because he’s really cool” “my stripes aren’t even red they’re pink!”

[jamandjazz]

My personal headcanon is that Pony got his love for reading from Darry. When Darry was in high school he’d read the books he got in class out loud to Ponyboy and straight up just handed him some of the easier ones so they could talk about it later. In my brain the reason Ponyboy clings onto it so much is because it’s one of the things he and Darry REALLY bonded over when he was a kid and it just brings back good memories of when they got along better.

[pinterestmom5]

Im tired

Some closeups and a silly angle

[shokupanko]

╰(✿˙ᗜ˙)੭━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟSteampunk bunny Mayu for Mayu Monday!

[oc3anic-ang3l]

Nico: are you flirting with me?

Percy: i’m trying

Percy: i have no idea what i’m doing

[finleycannotdraw]

I also have this one, which I was going to color but then decided not to <3

Ambrosius and Nimona becoming friends post-canon is so important to me (and to Ballister ngl)

[mumblesplash]

i have a confession to make