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December 2023 Update Schedule
December 6 - Breaking Point, ch. 4 December 13 - Ripple Effects, ch. 6 December 20 - Exhibition, ch. 3 December 25-January 5 - 12 Days of Dragelmas, featuring updates from (in alphabetical order, not in posting order):
Breaking Point
Burning Day
Death's Favored Ones
Halfway to You
Meet Me Halfway
Package Deals
Pillars Around a Flame
Ripple Effects
Soul's Scream
Strange Magics
The Thing with Siblings
Torn, Broken, Transformed
#monthly update schedule#our screaming souls#soul's scream#burning day#death's favored ones#breaking point#halfway to you#meet me halfway#halfway-verse#package deals#pillars around a flame#ripple effects#strange magics#the thing with siblings#torn broken transformed#tbdh au
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Over 800 TAG members marched on Netflix & delivered a petition demanding the AMPTP keep #animation jobs #union, agree to AI protections & more. Show the AMPTP that you #standwithanimation. Sign your name next to the people that make the shows you love.
#stand with animation#sharing to hopefully boost outreach#we are hoping for at least 6k signatures#currently halfway there!#please help us in any way you can#a simple signature can mean a lot to show support#animation guild#tag 839
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— Kathryn Hahn, The Tonight Show, september 12
#“you know... fighting” are you SURE that's how you were gonna end that sentence ma'am#she really realised halfway through that she couldn't give spoilers sjkldfjsdklfj#kathryn hahn#agatha all along#agathario#aubrey plaza#aaaedit#agathaallalongedit#agatharioedit#myedits#myedits: marvel#userchibi#userairi#userbuckleys#userpegs#tuserheidi#tuservaleria#userkarolina#userholtz#tusermira#usercats#useralys#userdosa#userbarrow#agatha all along spoilers
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Pride Eeveelutions!
Edit: now as stickers!
#Pokemon#Eeveelutions#pkmnart#Pride Eeveelutions#Pride#my art#Free to use as icons!#I always try to make icons of these guys every year but I lose steam halfway so I have like 4 icons every time dcfvghb#BUT THIS YEAR I POWERED THROUGH#People who says nice things over these designs I owe you my life#Pride Flareon#Trans Vaporeon#Enby Jolteon#NB Jolteon#Lesbian Espeon#Bi Umbreon#Aro Leafeon#Pan Sylveon#Ace Glaceon#now also as stickers!
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THE BREAKFAST CLUB (1985)
+ IMDb trivia | in/sp.
#the breakfast club#thebreakfastclubedit#filmedit#80sedit#my edit#dailyflicks#userangelic#usermaguire#userallisyn#usersugar#useraurore#nessa007#userrlaura#userclara#usermandie#userchess#userlaro#userchristineb#userbeckett#usereri#userkayleigh#usersavana#userpunk#usersnat#tuserdana#No idea who to tag so feel free to ignore if I tagged you and this isn't your thang!#Me this morning: Sure I'll download a 2 GB movie to make a gifset!#Also my PS crashed halfway through making this... Breaking news: PS cannot handle a 2 GB file! Who knew?!
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just finished the owl house for the first time. can you guess who my favs are
#the owl house#toh#hunter toh#toh darius#darius deamonne#fanart#toh fanart#i drew this halfway through season 2 so that's why flapjack isn't. erm. [gnome runs past] whoa did you guys see that?
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MDNI. dubcon. objectification. degradation. humiliation. guys being gross. female reader. fingering. cunnilingus. pussy slapping. brief aftercare. an absurd amount of filth for something so short.
price helping you get over your fear of humiliation by inviting the guys over and prying your pussy open for them, half-slouched on his lap with your legs held up in the air :( they’re so mean about it, too. cooing condescending compliments, curling their nasty hands around your jaw to keep your head in place as they pet your most vulnerable places, like you’re the winning pup at a dog show and not a whole human—entitled to any boundary you set, regardless of how your husband feels.
they pay no heed to your protests, though. actually, the men avoid addressing you at all. rather, all their personal, invasive questions are directed to price, who answers them with his own self-satisfied grin.
‘keeps clenchin’ around nothing, desperate thing. hole this willing deserves to be gaped. how often d'you stuff her?’ depends on if she's been good.
‘fookin’ drooched, cap. does she taste as guid as she looks?’ mm, better. smells like nectar too. take a whiff, son. don’ wash my beard afterward on the occasion, jus to keep her under my nose.
‘think i can thaw a winter’s worth of ice with this cunt alone. heat’s practically radiating off ‘er. pathetic slut.’ y’should see how much worse it gets after a good beating, lieutenant. swells up, and damn well sears my palm.
and of course they take it upon themselves to test the validity of his answers. kyle works four fingers into you, then his thumb, stretching you open for his probing, angling your hips up to the light so that your insides are illuminated for his curious eye. if price didn’t have his rough hands anchored to the underside of your knees, you would have kicked his prized sergeant off.
embarrassment washes your neck in warmth, lashes droopy with fat tears. all your husband does to comfort you is place a scratchy kiss to your shoulder, soft hushes tickling your skin.
then, soap intercedes to shove his nose to your mons. he doesn’t just take a whiff — rather, he sucks in the sweet-sour tang your slick provides, testing it in both scent and taste. his hot tongue laves over where kyle’s fingers had been, incisors nibbling at the ripe bud of your clit. mortifying pleasure sinks low, sloshing in your belly’s bed. though you did not expect him to be, he isn’t modest about it. soap presses completely into your pussy, muzzle lacquered with wetness that rivals yours.
your whimpers devolve into moans. loud, a little unhinged. you’ve always played at dressing them up around price, worried that he’d turn away if your face screwed too tight, or your pleasure made itself known beyond what directly serves him. it’s exactly the habit that got you into this mess; and as you lose yourself to the scene, you can feel his delight blossoming against your back.
ghost scares you the most. he lets you have your orgasm, towering behind the man between your legs, but does not let him revel in it, yanking him back by his mohawk at the first twitch of your toes. in the fervour, you have hard time remembering what you should expect. especially when he doesn’t get to it immediately, wiping the gloss off your plush cunt. his callouses rash you, gritty, abrading the soft surface of your skin. it is only when you wince do his eyes crinkle in a manner cruel enough to evoke what’s to come.
but it’s too late to prime yourself. his hand flies back, coming back twice as fast to strike dead centre between your legs. it hurts. hurts so much more than it ever has before, your body unused to unrestrained strength. you scream, throat mangling around the rough cut of it, fighting wildly against price until you manage to escape his hold. immediately, instead of running away, you twist backwards, burying your face into his neck, calming yourself by taking deep breaths of his cologne. something heady — leather, tobacco, sandalwood — bridges the synapses in your brain, numbs the pain, if only a little.
“shhh, little one. you’re alright. it’s okay. doing so good for us.” he soothes, rubbing your sweaty back. the world narrows to just you and him, his men reduced to mere afterthoughts. to be dealt with later — though you doubt the conversation will be anywhere near reprimanding, more likely to end with a bottle of scotch split between four, approving slaps to the captain’s back, than it ever will in your defence.
“n-ne- never a-ga…���
“come, now. let’s not be brash, mm. i promised them a pump each. ‘n’ what kind of host would i be if i didn’t make good on that?”
#i got halfway through this before i realised it’s almost exactly how another wip of mine will end#time to accept im a one trick pony 🤧#141 x reader#john price x reader#simon riley x reader#john mactavish x reader#kyle garrick x reader#ghost#gaz#price#soap#x reader#x f!reader#x you#cod#mw#fanfiction
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Rabbits
Some bonus art, I initially started making this in a totally different art style but changed my mind about halfway through lmao, here are the parts I finished
#edit: terfs fuck off#this is literally about people like you#flashing#pulsing light#eye strain#(only under the read more cut)#art#comic#colored pencil#Illustration#I realized like halfway through making this that this is just the leopards eating peoples faces party joke lmao#im glad i abandoned that original art style bc the way it gets compressed when converted to a gif is so bad 😩#actual reason i abandoned the original style was it was taking super long#especially if i wanted it to actually look good#but i still liked how it came out so i wanted to post it anyway lol
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you said you were stuck in a time loop, which was fine. i feel like late-stage capitalism has us all in a time loop, ammiright? you came barging in at 5:33. in the morning. i hadn't even processed the idea of coffee.
but you had this look of utter panic in your eyes. terror like the ocean. you grabbed my cheeks. im in a time loop.
i don't know why in movies the first reaction is to deny it. when someone is panicking like that, it's not appropriate to ask them to calm down. it didn't matter if i believed it, what mattered was that you believed it so much that it was consuming you.
so here we are. i pour you some of the dark roast. "you look like utter and entire hell," i say.
you push your fingers into your eyes. "you always say that."
i try to think of something funny to say that i wouldn't have said on previous time loops, but jokes don't land without the proper timing (lol). "remind me to think -"
"-yeah, of a joke that only works in the future. and before you say anything, i know you're pissed i just stole your punchline." you bolt the coffee, which is wild. it's very hot. you don't seem to notice.
i blow on mine to cool it down. i both am very pissed at you and also i can't see you in this amount of panic without wanting to help. but i'm also not really sure what we are, not since i saw you kiss her like that, no offense. it just was like, kind of rude when you knew i liked you.
and besides. i'm just like, barely a person. i write omegaverse fanfiction. i love the concept of a time loop, but what the fuck am i gonna do? send an alpha in there? i open my mouth.
you point at me. "you're about to ask why me. and then say some disparaging shit about yourself. i'm just a nerd who plays dnd or something. that self-own is slightly different each time." you sigh. "i know you think you can't really help me. i don't know who can help me. i only came to you because you fucking believe me." you check your watch, sigh, and throw your head back. you cover your eyes with one hand. "i've come here on 26 separate revolutions," you say. "you have believed me every time. and yeah, i have no idea how you fit into this but i just -" you sigh again. "i just like fucking talking to someone about it."
"do you need more cof-" i start, but you're already holding the empty cup out. i frown at it. "you're not getting any more until you promise not to bolt this one like an animal."
you laugh a little and sit up, pushing your hair out of your face. "okay, that's new dialogue. but to be fair to you, i'm not usually this rude. i'm still pretty new at all of this." you check your watch again. another sigh. i guess you're cruising for a personal best in the Sigh Olympics.
i almost tell you im not an NPC but i've played enough video games to know i'm very much an NPC. i pour you another cup. "so what happens in the loop?"
"really bad explosion." you mutter into the mug. you put your elbows on the table (rude) and bury your face in your arms like an angsty teenager. one hand floats up while you talk, because evidently you literally can't talk without your hands. "i have to save the day and there's this bomb and i have no bomb training and it keeps moving, you know."
"do i die?"
you peek up from your arms. "yeah. bigtime. you keep trying to run or stay or do anything and you always super die."
"oh."
"to be fair, like, everyone dies in it though.... so you're in good company."
i hate that you make me laugh. i hate that being around you always feels tingly and strange, this electric tension between us. something that is evidently (given how you stuck your tongue down a stranger's throat literally 3 days ago) (well. 3 for me) super one-sided. i take a sip of my coffee and close my eyes.
i die today, i guess. a little spark of panic starts at the top of my hands and starts whipping up my wrists.
"shit," you say. you look at your watch and jump to your feet. "i have to go. if i can come back, i will. i am still trying to figure out when is best to do everything, you know? the order of stuff. maybe morning isn't good for us."
i look up at you and think about how you keep kissing me in the back of my car and in alleyways and in the dark. and i can never fucking get a read on you. and i also think about how incredibly panicked you look. how broken. how long have you been doing this? "i don't want to die," i say.
you glance downwards. "well, you're not really dead, you'll come back in the loop."
"but i will have died." my hands are shaking. i am trying really hard to stay calm.
you push your hands through your hair again. "i really have to go. i will have this discussion with the next version of you, though. it is like, something i am thinking about."
"but i don't get a next version," i say. i don't really have the language for this, because i haven't had 26 tries with you. i only have my memories: you, a week ago. drunk and telling me you loved me in my ear. you, kissing her anyway. you, months ago, throwing up on my birthday, whispering to me i ruin everything i touch, always, over and over. please don't ask. i can't ever fucking have that be you.
i run my finger along the rim of the mug. "i don't want to die in this one."
you seem baffled by this. "i get that but - time will reset, you'll be fine, you won't even remember we talked about this."
"but i know now." i stand up too. "i have to live the rest of this day knowing i could die. knowing i probably am going to."
"you could always die, to be fair."
i feel my hands get out of control. "earlier, you said i always say a different insult about myself. what if you're just going through different parallel universes and those are all just different - but real - versions of myself? what if you're not in a time loop, you're in a fucking universe loop?"
"if it helps, i've wondered this too. also, you're hot in all of them. if that helps."
i point at you. "no flirting. i'm trying to figure out if i die today."
"who's flirting?" you catch my wild hands and give me that long, perfect smile. like we're in this together. "i won't let ya die." you check your watch and sigh again. "well. maybe not this time."
i grit my teeth. you are so not making quips at me while i try to explain the existential dread i'm having. "does the time loop reset if i fucking kill you?"
"honestly i don't know how long it continues after i die, because i just wake up. it could be that the loop goes until the explosion for everyone, and we're all in the loop, or it could be that when i die, the loop restarts. when i die i wake up, is all."
i pull away from you and stalk into the kitchen and start doing all 3 of my dishes. "okay, first, you know i was joking. and secondly, this is exactly my point. you don't know if this is just a parallel universe. maybe in the ones where you died, the explosion happened and nobody reset and it's just you travelling." i have to stop and push my heel into my eyeball. "... how often have you died?"
i look at you. you look at me. you give me this very sad, halfway smile and a little what can ya do shrug. something in that action seems so old and weary that i want to burst into tears.
"i have to go," you say. "really. for real. there's this family of five i save from getting into a car crash. and i know it's like oh but we're all gonna die in the explosion anyway, what's the point. and..." you shrug again. "it matters to me, is all. at least i saved them for now. at least i saved anything."
you pad over to me and wrap me in a tight hug. you always seem so tall against me. i feel your cheek rest against the top of my head for a moment. for a second, it's just us, and the space is warm, and my heart is a little broken hare.
you leave me there, and i stand in my stupid badly lit kitchen with my stupid mugs. i think about you. i start texting my mom that she needs to get out of the city, but it feels pointless.
i don't know what to do. tomorrow is the same day for you. but i have to prepare to die in my today.
#warm up#prose#i just realized that there's a horror film in there about being someone NOT in a loop.#if i wanted to make it longer i'd have them come back like SUPER battered and hellish.#on round like 999#like halfway through lunch like - YOU . I LOVE U . IM SORRY . I RUINED IT BC I LOVE U CANT U SEE THAT#but like. yeah man what happens when someone else in control of ur destiny#what happens to all the versions of u that DO die...#i also wanted a pre-redemption time looper - this person#(who in my brain is they/them)#is absolutelyyyyyy toying with the narrator bc the time looper is caught up in like#an emo angsty '' i can't have what i want bc i ruin things'' self harm spiral#and like literally the way out of that spiral is to TRY bud.#but this is a person pre-redemption. still kind of an ass. still not really listening to her#still a little bit ignoring that they kissed someone 3 days ago#still KNOWS she likes them and DOES like her back. but is just too chickenshit still.#we're talkin that person we've ALL dated that's like ''i can't be with u anymore bc i am Too Broken and I Can't Stand Hurting U"#... i imagine they grow up tho. eventually.
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When I broke the cycle, I made sure that the tear was rough. You carry a part of what should be her, and she carries a part of what should be you.
#slay the princess#illustration#art#stp princess#the long quiet#stp narrator#arguably lol#slay the princess spoilers#scopophobia#tw scopophobia#i've been wanting to use the narrator's quote there as a caption for the longest time#originally i wanted it to be for a pair of black and white pieces of lq and the princess but i lost steam on that halfway through#(still have the finished piece for quiet! probably not gonna post it here though) (it's pretty old by now)#this piece was also partly inspired by the girl from the other side#hence the skull and cloth and hatching#i finally watched the movie ova can you tell? lol#my art#anytime i post art i always end up rambling in the tags#does anybody even read these?#if you do uh#i hope you have a nice day :^)
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March Update Schedule
March 1 - The Enforcers, ch. 2 March 8 - Package Deals, ch. 2 March 15 - Coming Up Roses, ch. 2 March 22 - Halfway to You, ch. 2 March 29 - Meet Me Halfway, ch. 2
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ok now im kinda curious
#sometimes you get halfway through making a poll when you realize that you dont actually know a lot of social media sites#im sorry for not knowing things but in my defense i spend all my time on here so i dont know anything about the outside world#im like those guys in the cave and tumblr posts are the shadows
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troll who isnt allowed caffeine or she'll reenact the Hammy energy drink scene from over the hedge clay prefers tea anyway
#bruce is back home so hes not in the comic (i couldnt fit him in frame)#i stopped halfway through working on a different troll comic to make this troll comic this keeps happening#of the firm belief trolls have animalistic traits so they hashtag PLAY HARD#im talkin pouncin chasing biting etc etc#let my girls be rowdy at 8 in the morning (branch has babyproofed most of the bunker so they dont knock shit over when they run around)#trolls#trolls band together#clay trolls#john dory trolls#viva trolls#poppy trolls#branch trolls#brozone#im not tagging this as cliva cause imo they are found siblings fuck u but if u see them as lovers i support you barely#im kidding live your dream idc#my art#floyd trolls
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Harry works on his resume
#disco elysium#fanart#Harry du bois#disco Elysium skills#rhetoric#I think about Harry trying to apply for jobs so he can quit being a cop a lot#can you IMAGINE this man interviewing for some grocery job#halfway through the interviewer realizes Harry’s been the one asking the questions for the last 10 minutes#logic check to explain why he’s the best candidate for the job but it fails
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Tag yourself and your friends
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The angel was too shocked to speak!
#illustrator#illustration#digital artist#artist on tumblr#gleafer art#good omens#good omens art#crowley#aziraphale#good omens aziraphale#bam your ham#ride you like a seatless bike#upside down and halfway to happy town#ineffables#absolute nonsense#the angel was too shocked to speak#Calvin and Hobbes style
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