#he squinch…

[hunterrrs]

“hey fellas, room for one more?”

[majorroughing]

smiley sid for @nyyfever

[nostraightgloops]

The idea of DJ doing whatever he can to endure meetings that, ultimately, don;t concern him

[linktoo]

This is the alternate version of the "What's Up Danger" scene in ITSV:

Miles tripping and eating dirt was cut out of the scene (thankfully) which allows the momentum to keep going triumphantly instead of being cut short. But interestingly, they still reused some of the animation:

narratively, they quite literally took spiderman's motif of "always getting back up" and added it in at a later plot beat.

[bugeyedfreaks]

Hello! Sorry if this is a strange thing to ask, I've been following ur blog for forever but I've recently gotten back into PPG as it was my favorite cartoon as a kid, and I've found myself suddenly obsessed with Mojo Jojo 💖 I always like getting screenshots of my fave characters but I figured you'd have a pretty extensive library already built up. Any chance you have a folder sitting somewhere? Or maybe you could answer with a few favorites? Thanks for running this blog btw, u are appeciated!! 💝💖💝💖💝

Congratulations on becoming obsessed with the best character of the series! 👏 If you search my blog for Mojo or just search the #mojo jojo tag, you will find way too many images of him to count. However, here are some screenshots I had handy on my computer for you to... admire?

I also have a small collection available of very weird fanart (mostly of Mojo dying) that I can post if you are interested, but for now... there you go! That is what I have! The images which have preceded these sentences which I am currently typing are most of what I have available for you to view and enjoy, and I most certainly hope you have viewed and enjoyed them!

[hoziersgirlfiend]

squinch

[rainknow]

[local-meme-lord]

You know , I think it very funny if Mortimer is just completely out the loop when it comes to Mickey's Villains (outside of Pete of course and that one time he meet blotty)

Eil Squinch: You stop me from gitting my rightful money

Mortimer: Mickey why did you stop this old guy from getting his money?

Mickey: He almost beat up Goofy, attempted shut down a museum and try to kill me. :v

[favorite-fruity-boy]

gene dump 2: electric boogaloo ♡♡

another gene image dump because ohhh my god. i need to squish his little face and smooch him all over. graahhhhhh

[memelordotherblog]

I keep forgetting Eil has teamed up with Blotty . Like I don't think about these two in the same room at all.

[morninkim]

Rise of the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers - Power Weapons & Alpha V

When the Rangers morph for the first time, something pops up on the HUDs in their helmets. A transmission from a small crab-looking robot?? He introduces himself as Alpha V, robotic assistant to the Power Rangers and... someone else he can’t seem to remember at the moment.

Alpha guides the Rangers in their fights, teaching them to use their individual suit powers and, eventually, their weapons. He doesn’t seem to remember much aside from basic functions, he doesn’t even quite know where his signal is coming from, but that doesn’t stop him from being an invaluable ally to the team.

Billy is the first to summon his Power Weapon, the Power Lance. As a reach weapon, he’s able to use it to attack at range by thrusting, slashing or throwing it. With some guidance from Jason, he’s able to wield it to great effect.

Next up, Kimberly is able to summon the Power Bow, a longbow capable of loosing pink energy bolts to strike at a distance. To an extent, she can also use it as a melee weapon, however this is less effective than the energy arrows.

Zack’s Power Weapon, the Power Axe, perfectly compliments his sturdier Ranger suit and packs a heavy punch. The Black Ranger is a powerhouse while utilizing this weapon with his forcefield generating suit power.

With her super speed and the Power Daggers, Trini is able to slash and strike so quickly that Putties barely register they’ve been hit before they fall. they also assist with slowing down, as she’s able to stab into the ground or a cliff face without fear of blunting the blades’ edge.

Jason, cornered in a one-on-one fight with Goldar, unable to call for backup, is able to summon the final Power Weapon, his Power Sword. Having trained since he was a little kid, (by swinging big sticks and toy lightsabers, before his formal martial arts training, of course) he’s able to wield it to great effect and sever Goldar’s wings from his armor, severely weakening the zealot and scoring a big victory for the Power Rangers.

However, while the two of them were occupied with their battle, and the others finished off the last of Goldar’s putties attacking the Youth Center, Squatt returned from his recon assignment. Once Goldar returns to the ship, the spiky blue alien announces.

“I know where the Urn is.”

[ioannemos]

me, writing about a character being injured and another character caring for them: hell yeah FU*K yeah baby this is the GOOD shit

me, having to figure out how injuries and the care thereof actually works: *screaming, crying, gnashing of teeth, etc*

[procedurebybyte]

i do genuinely like the 2D sprites but i gotta say if there’s one place the 3D models have them beat it’s in the animation fluidity. every time powers snaps between his nervous talk pose and his upright rest pose it’s so fucking jarring

[thegoldenavenger]

When a fic author starts describing the fragrances your blorbo uses and it's a scent that you hate:

[alchemistc]

i like your voice in person

Evan's staring at the bed like he's trying to navigate a minefield.

Six months ago that would have sent Tommy on another journey of self-deprecation, a reminder that he'd known Evan wasn't ready for this, known this was a possibility, but Evan, for all his own insecurities, knows what the hell he wants and if he'd felt even an ounce of pressure or remorse up to this point he'd have said something long before now.

Sometimes Evan likes to work it out himself, and sometimes he needs a little nudge, and Tommy watches the head tilt and the angle of his pursed lips for cues as he settles under the sheets.

"Something on your mind?" he prompts, and Evan blinks, like he hadn't realized he'd gotten lost in his thoughts.

"Uh...nothing, maybe."

"Sounds like something, probably."

Evan's smile tilts up at one corner, and he settles on the bed a little stiffly. "It's nothing major. Just. Something I've been thinking about?"

He can feel his brows jumping, can see the way Evan takes in the look with a fond expression. Evan steels himself for something -- they're still muddling through past experiences and learning how to be a bit more intentional in some of their conversations, because they both have a bad habit of reverting to flirting and deflection.

"You remember what we talked about last weekend?"

Tommy can genuinely remember about 93 percent of what he and Evan talk about at any given time, which is an astronomically high number and not at all an exaggeration. He'd be embarrassed about it if he didn't have clear evidence that Evan was as deep into this as he was.

They talk a lot, is the thing, about inconsequential shit just as much (definitely more) than the important stuff. They talk far more than Tommy can remember talking in any other relationship he's been in. But Tommy can pinpoint the exact one he means.

"You mean the roles thing."

Evan hadn't been a stranger to a little daddy talk in bed when they started to explore it, and he'd brought it up right at the start for a reason, but Tommy had taken a while to come around to the realization that Evan had sort of internalized the 'I don't have daddy issues' of it all in a way that Tommy hadn't actually meant it. There'd been little things, here and there; like Evan reaching a door before him and then bashfully waiting with it half open like he'd made a misstep; like twisting his mouth a little funny when he snatched the bill from the table before Tommy could get it. Little things.

Things that, in the abstract, yeah, Tommy liked to do for his partners, but in reality weren't actually that big a deal to him.

He'd needed to clear the air.

Evan nods. Curls a hand around his knee before he shifts his body so that he's facing Tommy. "So, I like taking care of people."

(A conversation, a month ago, Evan grimacing around "My therapist says I have to stop calling myself a people pleaser in a derogatory way.")

Tommy hums, something to remind Evan he's listening.

"And I guess I sort of built up this idea in my head that that was like, a hard stop with you."

("Everyone likes being taken care of sometimes, Evan.")

"And I'm not -- I'm not upset at you, or like, feeling guilty, I just -- I've been thinking about it, and I feel like I forgot to ask you how you wanted to be taken care of."

The thing with Evan is that no matter how often he'll deflect with a joke, when he wants to say something serious he's blunt as hell about it. There might be some hemming and hawing to get there but sometimes he says things that just make Tommy wonder if he'd ever actually learned how to say things before Evan.

"I don't really have a list, babe," he says, and then sort of hates himself for it. Deflect, distract, hey baby how about I blow you about all these big feelings inside my chest I can't articulate.

Evan, though, Evan squinches his eyes and runs a heavy hand through his hair. "I...sort of do?"

"Lay it on me."

Evan grins. "That's actually one of the things on my list."

Tommy blinks. Tries to figure out that trail of thought, but he's coming up with nothing. "Okay, can you expand on that?"

"Like --listen, you know I'm a huge fan of being the little spoon. I'd let someone put screws back in my leg just for continued little spoon privileges. But sometimes I miss being the big spoon, and in my head the idea sounded so stupid to bring up but now I'm wondering if, like, maybe I've just been denying you the joy of being the little spoon?"

Tommy thinks of Evan's hands spread big and warm across his belly, of knees tucked up behind his, warm breath on the back of his neck like when Evan stumbles up behind him in the mornings whining about coffee, and maybe he blue screens a bit because he's never actually dated someone so close to his own size, because there's always been an assumption at the outset that he wouldn't want that.

Alex had been a little too into the same dynamic he'd seen Evan stumbling through, and Colin had hated sleeping with someone's flesh touching his own. Beyond that he hadn't really dated anyone long enough to really form a preference.

Maybe Kara might have been willing, back when he'd been closeted enough to pretend it wasn't an effort to get it up when she had his dick in her mouth, but they'd been young enough that staying the night wasn't really a consideration.

"And like -- listen, I don't necessarily prescribe to gender roles as a thing in general, but a few weekends ago I spent like twenty minutes staring at a bouquet of flowers in Trader Joe's and convinced myself you wouldn't like the gesture so I didn't buy them but you have a few vases in your moms old china cabinet and the moment I remembered them I felt stupid for not buying the flowers."

There's something curling tenderly underneath Tommy's ribcage that he's not sure he's ever felt quite like this before. It's not new, exactly, but it seems to be thrumming particularly hard tonight.

Three months in, Tommy had gotten the man-flu from hell, temperatures so high he'd been grounded and sent packing to rest it off, and he'd texted Evan a jumbled mess of barely discernible things when they'd tucked him into the Uber.

Evan and Bobby had made chicken noodle soup at the station and Hen had sent Evan off with a laundry list of things he could do to help drop the fever, and Tommy had spent the duration sulking and glowering and dragging himself out of bed every time Evan had wanted to change the sheets, to keep Tommy as comfortable as he could, but when Evan had caught it four days later he hadn't hesitated to do all the same shit with gusto. Evan hadn't been particularly grateful either, because neither one of them liked being laid up when the world was out there waiting for them, but he'd at least had the grace to not be an asshole about it.

He had, though. Been grateful. A little awestruck, too, at the mere idea of someone so unafraid of just being there through all the moaning and groaning and hacking and coughing, keeping the tissues from piling up on the bedside table and switching out cold packs to the freezer so he always had one ready in case he wanted it. In the clarity of a full day without fever making his brain feel like cotton candy he'd stared down at a sleepily wheezing Evan and known he could absolutely lose his heart to this man.

"Also I don't want to toot my own horn here but I give excellent foot rubs, and I feel like there's about a million other things I've just been -- holding back from doing?"

"Because of the role thing, or because all your stupid exes told you you were needy?"

It's not a night to pull punches. Also Tommy wants to send thank you cards to every single one of them and attach them to boxes with a bark scorpion inside.

"Both," Evan says without a second of hesitation. His smile crinkles at the corners of his mouth, and Tommy is suddenly annoyed with the space between them. When he holds out his hand to tug Evan into him, Evan melts into it for the space of a moment before he pulls back. "I actually kind of desperately want to be the big spoon right now, if that's something you'd be into." Evan had definitely clocked the look on his face when he'd mentioned it, but he's keyed into the way Tommy checks in and reciprocated in kind since the start of this, so.

Tommy peels his glasses off, snags his bookmark to keep his spot in the monstrosity of the Wrangler maintenance manual he'd stopped being cagey about the fifth time Evan caught him flipping through it, and watches Evan settle comfortably into bed next to him. The problem is, Tommy actually isn't sure where to go from there, which is a ridiculous thought to have because Evan hadn't either and he'd figured it out just fine.

"How do you want me, Buckley?"

The roll of his eyes is so bitchy that Tommy has to remind himself that for all his people pleasing attributes, Evan Buckley is, at heart, a huge fucking brat. Evan tugs and twists and maneuvers his arms and Tommy sort of sinks into it, head tucked in the crook of his shoulder, draping his leg over one of Evan's when he shifts his knee pointedly, a massive, unruly breath escaping Tommy once they're all done shifting.

"You should absolutely try out the rest of your list," he murmurs into the space where Evan's shoulder meets his neck. "Although you don't need to woo me anymore, I'm actually fully wooed."

Lips against his crown, pressed tightly enough that he can feel the smile against his scalp, Evan chuckles. "You don't know how good my wooing is."

The fingers shifting up and down his arm feel somehow different, from this position, even though Evan has done it a hundred times before from the spot he likes to claim with his head right over Tommy's bleeding, three-sizes-too-big-for-him heart. It's ridiculous, and it shouldn't feel any different, but it does. He wants to be greedy with it, soak it in and then never let Evan do this again because he finally understands the appeal and he doesn't want to deprive Evan that.

"This is nicer than I expected."

Evan's soft laugh ruffles his hair, and Tommy wonders if he's dumb enough to ask Eddie how long he should wait before he can reasonably beg Evan to spend the rest of his life with him.

"Save the reviews for when I actually spoon you. It's gonna rock your world." His hand drifts up, fingers digging into the dimple of Tommy's skull.

The hum in his throat has a mind of it's own, going thin and reedy and --

Evan pauses, and Tommy can practically see the gears whirring in his mind, because this is new information.

To both of them, actually, but Tommy doesn't have time to process it because the fingers on the back of his skull spread and sink deeper, just enough pressure to be more than a glancing ruffle, and Tommy can't quite help the way he tilts his head back into it, or the way he hitches his leg to press his groin a little more firmly to the outside of Evan's thigh.

They're both too tired for it to really mean anything -- both off 48's and a fumbled round in the shower while they were already bone weary -- but Tommy wants the reminder for them both when they wake up in the morning.

He can feel his eyes drooping the longer Evan scrubs his fingers against him, and the thought pops into his head as he's drifting off. He doesn't want it to disappear into the fog, though, so he murmurs it into the soft, warm skin of Evan's neck. "I like camellia's. White ones."

Evan hums, and Tommy just knows that the moment he drops off, Evan will be reaching for his phone to google the language of flowers.

[bump1nthen1ght]

A Very Monstrous Kinktober (2024) Day 1 - Creampies

Kink: Creampies

Pairing: F!Nymph!Reader x M!Satyr

Other Kinks: Eating Out, Praise

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1137

Kinktober Masterlist

Sometime’s, Satyrs can be a blessing in disguise.

Most of your sisters hated them. They were always lurking at the edges of the grotto’s and rivers, desperate in their attempts to catch your attention for the night. They didn’t mind debasing themselves in the most obscene ways if it meant you’d give in for sex, whether it was playing their flutes for hours and hours just to be paid in a kiss, or flashing you in hopes you’d be impressed by their “package’. Absolutely relentless, they never seemed to know when to give up.

But at this very moment-

“Oh, by the gods!” You throw your head back onto the mossy rock, hands scrambling to find purchase to grip your nails into. The rougher edges of Chileos’ horns press against your inner thighs, legs unconsciously locking around as his tongue fucks into your pussy. 

“Does that feel good, milady?” The young satyr mutters out between long licks up your pussy lips, muffled by being nose deep in your cunt. He sucks and kisses at your clit, now throbbing and engorged, rewarded by your sweet juices spilling out against his scruffy chin. “I want to make you feel good.” 

Normally you wouldn't encourage this kind of behavior. But something about the satyr’s sweet, demure face, desperately offering to eat your cunt in return for one creampie, was too adorable for you to resist.

“Y-yes, very good, Chileos. You have a-aaah!” Your normally melodic voice is cut short as he shoves his tongue back inside, prodding your spongy insides with precision. “Y-you have a very talented mouth.” 

Chileos hums, the corners of his eyes squinching up as he smiles against your center, small tail wagging as he continues to feast. He nuzzles his nose right against your button, applying double the pressure as he licks you open.

Your toes begin to curl as your stomach leaps in place, hips humping up like a whore to force Chileos even deeper. Hand thrown over your mouth, slightly ashamed that you’re enjoying being ravished by a satyr of all things, you moan into your palm.

“O-oh! Right there! Right there!” Chileos digs his palms into your juicy ass and speeds up his pace, focusing on the sensitive spot he just hit. Like the ocean being pulled out to tide, your core feels taught as your climax approaches. “Y-yes, Chileos!’

Throwing your hips and chest up, you squirt delicious ambrosia all over Chileo’s face, watching as it drips down his chin and onto the grass below. The satyr himself tries his best to not waste a drop, lapping and panting, but it’s too much even for his voracious mouth to suckle all of it down.

Still buzzing from the high of your orgasm, you yank up Chileos by his horns, his tongue still lolled out in desperation to drink you whole. You don’t give him a moment to speak, dragging him up your body and into a kiss.

“D-did I do well?” Chileos says amidst tongues and saliva, grinding his furry lower half against your bare core.

“V-very well, Chileos.” A moaning gasp leaps up Chileos’ throat when you grab the base of his cock, guiding his head right to your sopping hole. “I think it’s time for your reward.”

Chileos’ eyes sparkle, hastily throwing his body weight on top of yours as he sinks in, balls deep, with just one thrust. You gasp, surprised by just how much you still stretch and burn around his cock.

Is he part centaur?! What is this-

Your own inner monologue stops still when Chileos starts to jackhammer his hips into you. His sweat and your cum stick his fur to your thighs and stomach, hung balls slapping against the crest of your ass.

“A-ah! This is the best day-” Chileos’ whole body shudders, but his pace never falters, “-the b-best day of my whole life!” Surprisingly muscled arms encircle around the small of your back, pulling you up and even closer into Chileos’ chest. He braces his hooves against the grass and hikes you up to rest your weight on his thighs, this new angle letting him hump and bounce you on his cock at the same time. Your pussy clenches, sensitive and raw from before, but chases the high of his cockhead hitting your cervix. 

Chileos is insatiable, licking and sucking at the crux of your neck like Tantalus himself, always fiending for a taste. Sweat pools between the cruz of your bodies yet he never slows in his thrusts, nor does he seem to struggle with holding you as he does. 

“Your pussy is so-o good.” Chileos slurs, still sloppily licking at your pulse. “I can’t believe I get to fill you up, feel you squeezing my cock as I pump you full.” The world spins as Chileos throws you back down onto the ground, though much gentler than you expected. He grabs the bottom of your legs and presses them against your chest, somehow reaching even deeper with his bulbous cock head. Your legs tremble, only held up by the weight of Chileos in between them. “Aah, I think I've reached the very end of you.” Drool drips down from Chileos mouth onto your cheek. In your debauchery, you don’t even care. “What Dionysian pleasure.”

Chileos swivels his hips in circles, just feeling his tip against your womb knowing he’s gonna pump it full of cum any minute now. 

His muscles are aching, his head as fuzzy as yours, but it’s back to business in no time at all, Chileos resuming the punishing thrusts of his cock. He feels like he’s splitting you open, that you’ll never know emptiness ever again.

“C-close.” Is all you can say, eyes rolled back into your head. Chileos gasps, an expression of true joy on his face.

“Let's cum together, please? Pretty please?” You didn’t think it was possible, but Chileos starts moving even fast, chasing your orgasm and his own. “Please, please, please I want to cum in you when you cum. Oh, please, Dionysus hear my prayers-”

The lascivious god must be listening, because your  second orgasm hits like a shockwave, your whole body tensing as you pussy milks Chileos like a cow. His eyes go cross as your tight walls push him over the edge, hips stuttering as he finally unloads inside you.

“Y-yes!”

Your stomach feels fuller as rockets of cum fill up your insides, spurting up over the sides and in between your ass. It takes a whole 10 seconds for all of Chileos’ seed to be spent, his cock twitching and shooting like a pump.

With his adrenaline fading, Chileos collapses on top of you. He stinks, sweat mixing with his goat hair as he nuzzles into you.

“B-best day…” His eyes finally close, sinking into a deep slumber, “...ever.”