#hes so CUTE MWAH

[katkalis-the-horror-fanartist]

SO I GOT A SQUISHY EMMET!

IT LOOKS LOTS LIKE HIM

It's some aphmau cat thing but idk who that is and just got sold on cute animals...and I got...the boi...

He had a banana near his ear but I cut it off since Emmet doesnt like bananas. So guess it's a scar now 😅

[nick-cassidy]

António Felix Da Costa aka social media manager

[nylwnder]

I WANT ME A PONTUS GOAL

[canisalbus]

i decided today was as good a day as any other to learn how to 3d sculpt and then trace and animate the model…

so i made a little machete to spin in my head

(i still want to fix the snout length a little so it looks consistent, but i feel like it’s a pretty good first attempt at this)

hope you have a nice day and nicer ones to come! :)

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[jellydragons]

been watching a lot of hermitcraft recently and am happy to report that i am hopelessly endeared by these little goobers 💕 they’re like bugs to me

close ups under the cut!

gonna be real this was absolutely just me taking the opportunity to get my grubby lil mitts all up in their character designs lol i heart interpreting mc skins

[loves2spwge]

a very sweet & loving stankyle kiss i commissioned from @currrsy 💙💚

[betterthanbatman1]

Jason Todd Red Beanie appreciation post

[sugawara--san]

LITERALLY CRYING NOT KENMA GETTING EXHAUSTED THINKING AB HIS OWN FAKE SCENARIO

[ygamiraito]

his overgrown mullet.... sniffle

[maraariana01]

Could I get a Starlo? The blorbo :)

RAAAHHHHHHHHHHH AWAWAWAAAHGHHHGH BBBJSHDJFTJ AAAAAAHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

starlo? yeah i like him a normal amount.

[djarinova]

"Am I your lockscreen?"

jean kirstein x gn reader

content - modern au, fluff, jean calls reader pretty, jean gets embarrassed when you look at his phone words - 1k

"Do you seriously think you have better moves than me, Kirstein?"

Jean tilts his head, but keeps his eyes focused on the screen, not wanting to let your taunting get to him. 

The two of you had been engaged in a close battle of video games all afternoon, currently playing a 3 round game of tennis on the Wii to decide which one of you gets to choose the place you'll order food from for dinner. 

"Babe, just watch this serve and you'll be eating your words." He brings his arm back in preparation for his tennis serve. "Just like you'll be eating Chinese food for dinner!" 

Jean ends his sentence with a whoop, clearly already planning his victory as he prepares to undergo what he assumes will be his final few swings. 

The first swing is his serve, a nice and solid start in which he had you leaping to cover your end of the court. 

"You know if I win this set I win the entire match, right? It's match point, baby."

You scoff, trying your best to ignore him. 

His second swing has your heart beating frantically, and even though your eyes have been trained on his every move on screen, you still almost miss it—managing to save it by the skin of your teeth. 

"I love you baby, but there ain't no way I'm letting you win right now."

And he's right. His third swing is his most forceful yet, and you're pretty sure he almost let go off the Wii remote—thank god you told him to use the remote straps. 

You groan the second your Mii misses the tennis ball, but it's drowned out by Jean's incredibly loud, and giddy, cheering. 

"Wooooooo! Aw yeah, ah ye— did you see that, babe?—ah yeah, I'm a genius, I literally nailed that!—that was amazing." 

His cheering bleeds into something more along the lines of a song, and you can't help but laugh as you reach across the sofa to pick up Jean's phone, thinking that you may as well get the menu up and ready to browse while he finishes his gloating.

"Yeah yeah yeah, it's probably for the best anyway, you're such a sore loser—" 

Jean turns to look at you—ready to take all your teasing about how much of a bad loser he is, and how you let him win this game to save your poor ears from having to hear all his whining—when his eyes widen.

“Am I your lockscreen?” You ask, stunned.

ShitShitShit

Jean grimaces. 

Act dumb.

“What are you talking about? I… I don’t think I have a lockscreen at the moment.”

Not that dumb.

You smile, narrowing your eyes slightly in amusement as Jean’s mouth opens and closes. 

"And you're sure about that, huh?" 

"I think maybe Eren changed it the other day…" 

You stare at him, watching the cogs turning in his head. 

"I never change my lockscreen—I wouldn't even know how to—and if I did I'd only ever change it to something really good—not that you're not good—shit—I mean like, a good photo of the sky or a nice group shot or a pic of my dog—not that I think you're like my dog—you're really pretty—not that my dogs not pretty—it's a different type of pretty, you know? You wouldn't compare apples to oranges—no wait—that's not right…"

Jean looks to the ground as he trails off—not daring to meet your eyes. He could feel the tips of his ears burning. His face felt hot. His heart was racing wildly. 

God. That was a mess.

“Jean?”

He continues avoiding your eyes, willing the ground to open up and swallow him right where he stood.

“Jean?” You ask again, “Is this photo from my instagra—”

“You weren’t supposed to see that.” Jean says quickly. 

You look at him for a second—watching his chest rise and fall rapidly, and seeing how his hands are beginning to shake—and you take a step towards him. 

“Jean, would you please look at me?”

He doesn't.

“Baby, I’m serious,” you try not to smile at his stubbornness, “it's very, super, extremely important that you look at me right now.”

You step in front of your boyfriend, placing your hands on his cheeks and angling his head so he is forced to look at you.

“I’m not mad, Jean. I’m not upset or confused or embarrassed, or whatever it is that you think I'm feeling right now.” 

Jean furrows his eyebrows, but he doesn’t dare to interrupt. 

“I love it. A lot. And I can't believe I didn’t know—wait, is this what Eren was teasing you about the other day?”

Jean nods, and you're unable to stop the smile that lights up your face.

“Oh my god… you’re the sweetest guy ever.” 

You move your hands from his face, and instead settle your arms around his waist, pulling him ever so slightly closer to you.

“Why didn't you want me to know?”

“I don’t know… I think maybe I thought it was too soon…?” Jean says, his voice rising as he reaches the end of his sentence.

You shake your head.

“It’s not too soon, definitely not at all. I love it, okay?”

“Okay.” Jean smiles.

“Just promise me one thing—”

“Anything.”

“Next time you want a photo for your lockscreen, just ask me. I don’t want you to be forced to use the same photos that everybody gets to see. I want you to have something special.”

Jean feels his cheeks flare up with warmth at your words, but he nods his head.

Satisfied, you untangle your arms from around his waist and plop yourself down on the sofa, holding his phone out towards him.

Jean’s puzzled look causes you to let out a small giggle.

“Baby… You won, now come over here and order me some Chinese food.”

Jean grins, his cocky winner demeanour suddenly returning as he sits down next to you, flopping himself practically on top of you and slinking his arm around your shoulder.

“Give me that phone babe, it's time for the winner to choose the dinner.”

[christiangeistdorfer]

CHRISTIANGEISTDORFER's 1-YEAR ANNIVERSARY ON TUMBLR!

to me, it is incredible to think that it was a year ago that i made this blog from an obsession i thought was going to last three days! what i really want to say in this post is thank you! no like seriously - thank you !!!! i have had so much fun in this community, learned so much so quickly, met so many amazing people and have really felt a part of something special! 💖💖 I LITERALLY GOT AN AUTOGRAPH FROM ONE OF THESE PEOPLE ^^ every interaction no matter how small means a lot to me and i am glad i can bring something to this fantastic group! also thanks for dealing with the self-indulging postings... nothing screams 'not normal' like a post with nine gifs of all your favs, i just hope i haven't forgotten anyone!

[overtake]

How Fast is Max Verstappen Around China?

[xenomortix]

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one (1) unit of ruggie.... 🥺🤏 teeny sized

[choc-ice-on-wheels]

I had to come up with pictures to correspond with vocabulary words for a class I teach every week and one of the words was scarf.

This is the picture I chose because I’m cheeky like that.

[anxiously-awaiting]

hi his outfit is a fucking MESS rn but <3 bedi alter for your thoughts