#hahaha nice

[scoutshorror]

Did you get that tattoo because you’re the GOAT?

actually i just rly like to get rammed

[sweatandwoe]

very serious genshin player right here

[theriu]

Me, seeing this for the fourth or fifth time: Haha, that’s still really clevWAITAMINUTE I HAVE A LOCKET NOW

Me, rummaging for pills: There’s no way these will fit.

Me, moments later:

*laughing*

my coffin shaped locket is the perfect size to fit one singular ibuprofen

[wanologic]

💅💅💅

[chiptrillino]

ID: Katara and sokka in swimgear. in the first image, sokka is searching for something in the water. his hair getting wet. katara leans over to him saying "don't you think, its time for a haircut?" in the second image sokka rose form the water, a dog-shark creature in hand, swinging his hair in Katara face splashing her. smugly he says "no <3". End ID

i know its winter! i know it likley snowed by now on the northern hemilsphere! but... on the southern side is summer time right??? so... its fine.... this is fine!!!

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!!! please do not use or repost this artwork without permission!!!

[popcorn-ceiling-chickemn]

I can't wait for Jean to spit out the most devastatingly encouraging and positive rhetoric during exy matches in with the most venomous bite as he has to hold back his Raven habits. Meanwhile Jeremy hearing Jean say things like "have a winning day!", or "good job on your foot work!" To their opponents like he's spitting curses and his racket tight in his fists with a face like he's about to knee cap them and remove their spleen with Jeremy standing on the court heart eyed and about to get checked into a wall because he's too busy watching Jean and forgot he has the ball.

[starwarjotta]

Cody surrounded by family and the people he loves, because that is what he deserves

[duohensheng]

hey remember that time last month when I read vol 6 and was forever changed

[sehtoast]

Hunger (Homelander x Reader Smut)

18+ | Dry humping, making out. gender neutral reader. | Fic Directory

He's addicted. Nothing short of enraptured heart, mind, body, and soul with you. 

You're soft yet firm under him. You are the warmth he's always craved– the fire he's searched for since as long as he can remember. His hands are everywhere all at once. 

On your cheeks, your neck, shoulders, hips, chest. 

He touches you everywhere. He needs every inch, every fucking bit he can hold. 

He needs you. 

You do something to him that he cannot name. You light a flame, but it does not burn. 

You don't hurt. 

Your lips are soft against his, kiss bitten and plump from just how long you’d been going at it.  Must have been a while now…

Your gasps, your little shuddering breaths are beautiful music to his ears, more perfect than the heavens themselves could ever compose.  You are his instrument, and he, your musician– the maestro that will learn every possible way there is to make you sing for him.  Every stroke of his fingers under the hem of your shirt, every kneading grasp against your chest.

He breaks away for a time, but only to focus his attention on your neck.  The canvas on which his teeth and tongue will paint.  You are his magnum opus.  He will mark you, claim you, and you will forever be the most wonderful creation his hands have ever touched.

You shiver in his grasp, squirming, hands gripping in his ruffled undercut as he nips at you.  He is carnal hunger personified.  He is desire. He is need.  

And you are all that could ever satisfy him.

His tongue maps a path up your neck, over your jaw, up the curve of your cheekbone.  He kisses just shy of your ear, leaning in to whisper, “Mine.”

His hands are moving again, and you find your legs hiked up to wrap around his waist.  He presses into you, raging desire evident by the press of his cock within his suit.  Homelander’s teeth graze the flesh just beneath your ear as he grinds against your core, his breath fanning hot against you.

You hear him bite back a whine.

You tighten your legs, pulling him against you.  The friction makes you both groan, eyes meeting, minds connecting in silence.

I need you.

His lips meet yours, still wet from when he’d suckled his marks, and he rocks his hips.  His tongue caresses yours and he sighs loudly through his nose.  The sensation is tantalizing at best– not nearly enough to drive you over the edge.

But, him?

There was nobody in the world more sensitive than the man impervious to everything.

All it ever truly took was the knowledge that you reciprocate everything.  That you, center of his universe, would and do return his intensity.  That you’re unafraid to moan into his mouth or use your legs to aid in his quest for friction.  

He can smell your arousal.  How terribly you need him– just as he needs you.

To be wanted.  To be needed.

He can hear your heart hammering with more than just desire.

To be loved.

Crimson flutters behind his eyelids.  The force of his thrusts increases until they’re erratic, and your whimpers reverberate between your mouths as he tongues everywhere he can in yours.  It’s as though he means to consume you from the inside out.  He’s sloppy, messy, and hungry.

Even more so when your hips roll to meet his.

His forehead presses to yours, his brow knit, eyes clenched.  He separates from the kiss and saliva follows his lips as he pants hot and heavy against yours.

“O-Oh!”  He pushes against you hard and fast, a pitchy keen catching in his throat as his expression melts and he comes undone.  He cries out your name, and you pull him down to kiss again as his thrusts slow, becoming languid.  He rides out the waves, holding his breath.

“Oh ff– Oh fuck.”  He exhales hard,  eyes fluttering open to stare down at you.  “I…”

He knew you knew.

He came in his pants.

The wetness in his briefs adds a delicious sensation to each circular grind against you.  All he can do is groan while he attempts to collect himself.

But then came a pair of hands to rest at his cheeks.

Your hands.

Kisses to his forehead, just below his eyes, to the tip of his nose.

To his lips.

When he opens his eyes, he swears he’s in heaven.   

The fire in him is tame.  The fury he is so often burdened by is so featherlight that it may as well not even exist.

His heart is full.

For in his hands, in his heart, he holds you.

[oldphanny]

Sometimes I forget that Tumblr is not just a Phandom app. Like I only come here for Phan and then I see some MCR mixed in and go 'ah yes palette clenser nice' but then I see something very far out of my fandom realm and go 'wait I don't get it how is this dip and pip related, get this out of my Phapp'

[detshin]

Finally a Heizuha redraw! OG under the cut:

Thank you @viehlei for the idea! 💖

[kashmimo]

Misc. pokedoodles

[gray-thistleclan]

3RD MEMEBER OF GRAY-THISTLELAN???

edit: sparrowkit was actually 2 moons oopsie daisy

[xiang10]

A little more about my AU, sorry for the bad drawing :)

[annabelle--cane]

every single bisexual I have ever heard talk about this topic: bisexuality is a single, whole, queer identity, it is not half gay and half straight. my attraction to people of other genders is exactly as much an expression of my bisexuality as my attraction to people of my own gender. that is what I mean when I say my "straight" attraction is still queer, it is part of what makes me bi. I face different kinds of biphobia based on the type of relationship I'm in, and it feels disingenuous to say that that my relationships with people of other genders aren't queer as the society I'm in has made it abundantly clear that none of my relationships get to be viewed as normative.

people somehow to this day: ugh I hate it when bi women say they're "gay" for their male partners, that's not how it works! they're trying too hard to be interesting, it's all performative, I bet they wouldn't even actually date a woman, they're just trying to act oppressed. name a single time when bi women have ever been treated badly as a result of being in relationships with men.

[floweroflaurelin]

Huevember day 20: Happier Times

(Y’know, before any demons became unbound and anybody had to stab themselves. Those times.)