#hit me requests

[hinamie]

to moving forward

[sacriou]

HIT THAT SHIT HERSHEL

[yangjeongin]

😪😪😪

[wtfforged]

i think about this one piece party panel so often i wanted to draw it

the panel ⤵️

[doctorsiren]

Maybe you could call it Reunited Stans AU?

Also, how do you think the gravity falls locals would see those two? I think Ford would end up getting out of the cabin much more because of Stan. Maybe you could draw them going to town for drinks? I don't know.

I like to think the town locals would either be horrified of them and talk about them as cryptids in their own right, or just be annoyed by their shenanigans

I just remembered they’d be in their early 20s when coming to Gravity Falls haha

But yes they’d definitely start out as “those weird twins that live in the forest” but once Stanley starts feeling like he’s actually safe from that old life Ford pulled him out of, he starts going into the town, which then leads to him dragging Ford along

It’s probably a mix of both, where the town sees them as those odd guys and then also get annoyed by what they do, but also I think they’d think of them as a new endearing staple of their town once the whole “newcomer / stranger” title fades from them. It’d be sort of the same way Stan is in canon with the Mystery Shack, where even though people find him annoying, they also always come to the events.

Also Stanley 😭 your brother does not wanna be in that bar, let him go do nerd things

[captaindelafere]

CHALLENGERS (2024), dir. Luca Guadagnino

[dorothywonderland]

BRO LITERALLY DOXXED HIMSELF TO THE CYCLOPS. he was asking to get jumped come on

[grotesque-marvel]

Ew ew ew ew ew ew ugly but its just my blorbos (benrey, benreyv2, barney and hlvrai gordon) original tweet

[kokokoula]

hi!!!!!! i love tsukki like i love food sooo i have an ask if they’re open!! tsukki x reader who would rather lay in bed n rot than take care of themself please 🥹

in bed for the day

a/n: i've been wanting to do this request for a while now because i totally relate. so sorry if this wasn't what you envisioned, but i hope you still like this! also to anon, please read the tags i left at the bottom of this post, i'd appreciate it 🙏

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"it's the holidays, you should go out more!"

your parents had said previously, but, as lazy as it sounds, you solely want to stay in the comfort of your bed for, maybe, hopefully, until semester starts. you know you should take their advice, and you really wish you could, but the bed is just so comfortable, and outside is so... ew.

there's a knock at the door, and assuming it's your mother trying to get you up for the umpteenth time today, you bury yourself further under the covers.

"mum, please, for the last time–"

"hey, shortie, check again."

at that familiar snarky voice, you immediately sit up. sure enough, tsukishima stands at the door with a cocked eyebrow, unamused, and a bag over his shoulder.

"kei! what are you doing here?" your face lights up at the sight of your boyfriend.

"your mum called." he states as he settles his bag on your desk. you groan and fall back into bed.

"she called you to get me up, didn't she?"

"yea."

"i'll let you know that i refuse to leave this bed."

"i'm not going to." he interrupts as he makes his way to you. you squint your eyes at him. "huh?"

tsukishima lies down on his back beside you, staring up at the ceiling. "i'm not going to bother getting you up. knowing how stubborn you are, it's a lost cause."

you don't know whether to feel relieved or offended. "so what are you here for exactly?"

kei turns his head a bit towards you. "i'm staying in bed with you to keep your lonely ass company."

you grin widely and move over to him to wrap your limbs around him. "you love me so much."

he clicks his tongue at that and rolls his eyes, but he pulls you closer to him and nuzzles his face in your neck.

"unfortunately so."

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tsukishima had brought over slices of cake and onigiri from the convenience store, and a large bottle of water for the both of you so that you didn't have to leave the room.

your mother really should have known better than to call him up to bring you out. after all, kei likes to hole up in his room too, and with you in his arms, he wouldn't be leaving anytime soon.

[gunsatthaphan]

kant + guilt

↳ requested by anonymous ♡ 

[stonerfromlesbos]

it was a bad idea! | b.e

summary: what could go wrong when you ask your girlfriend to come over in the middle of the night? well, a lot of things… specially when no one knows that you two are dating.

warnings: rought make out session, pet names, mentions of sex (breast sucking, oral, grinding), masturbation, !switch but mostly dom billie, !switch reader, choking.

— 1am, in your bedroom.

You honestly didn’t recognized yourself in that moment… you were a few minutes ago, just seeing cute photos of you and your girlfriend. But in the moment when you played that video, you just shoved your hand into your lacy black panties. You could remember that day pretty well, every. fucking. thing.

Billie was with her now healed nipple piercings, and you were just on her lap… sucking on them like you needed it to survive, like you would die if you didn’t let hickeys all over her chest. It just turned you on so fucking much, you sucking on her tits while griding on her clothed thigh. After that, she made you knee on the ground and suck her clit, while she recorded your puppy eyes looking up at her… you would do anything she fucking asked you to.

You needed her, so fucking bad. So you decided to do something risky… You knew all your brothers were home, but if they’re asleep, no one would know right? Thats what you though before calling your fucking famous girlfriend. After a few tries, she picked up.

“babe? are u okay?” she said with a sleepy voice, it was obvious that she just woke up with your calls.

“bills.. mhm, i fucking need you babe.” you said in a needy voice, moaning softly.

“don’t fucking do that.” she says getting pissed, realizing what you were doing.

“why bills…?” you try to question between little moans and gasps.

“im coming over, stop fucking touching yourself or i won’t let you fucking cum, understood?” she says in a serious tone, as you could hear she getting up and taking her car keys.

“okay.. just hurry up please..” you say as she hang up, in less than 5 minutes, you heard an knock in your window.. billie was fucking climbed a tree just to get in your roof.

“billie?! wft?? you know that you could use the front door? everyone is asleep rn.” you say as you open the window for her to come in.

“and you know i like the risky feeling… don’t you babe?” she says as she walks towards you, quickly grabbing your chin and leadind you to the bed. “you have absolute no idea of the things i thought when i was driving.. babydoll.”

“what have you thought bills?” you said in that classic soft voice of yours, the one billie liked the most.

“of you fucking touching yourself.” she says in an raspy voice. “did you cum, huh?” she says in a demanding tone.

“no.. i was waiting for you bills.” you said as she sits on the bed and proceeds to put you on her lap, straddling her sides.

“good.” she replies as she pulls you into an kiss, an needy, but passionate kiss. She just wanted to taste you, to explore your mouth with her tongue, and all your body with her hands.

She was grabbing your waist so hard, you could clearly tell how turned on she was. She quickly grabbed your neck and gave it an gentle squeeze as the kiss continues. Your fingers digged into her hair while she squeezed your neck with one hand, and your tits with the other.

Quickly you two broke the kiss to breath a bit, but billie didn’t waste anytime. Now she was with one hand on your ass, and the other on your waist.. while she was kissing and sucking your neck like she was an fucking vampire.

Both of you were too into it to realize how loud you were being.. The only thing that you heard was your brother, nic sturniolo, opening the door..

“sis, is everything fine? bc i heard some noise- oh.” he just froze, looking at you on top of billie, almost grinding on her as she fucking squezeed your ass and sucked on your neck.. he just shut the door as harsh as he could.

You quickly jumped off her lap, clearly terrified. As she turned to look at you.. search for anything in response of what just happened. You just said…

“billie.. that was an fucking bad ideia.”

HII GUYSS, hope you like this onee, i think i took it a little too far but i fw so much with the ideia of billie having nipple piercings😭😭 reminder: english isnt my first language, so im sorry if theres some grammar/spealling mistakes. THANK YOU FOR THE ANON WHO REQUESTED AND LOVE YALL MY HOMIES🫂

[capquinn]

All your dad! Quinn works are absolutely perfect and adorable 🥹🥹 I can’t stop smiling and blushing thinking about all these scenarios you’re writing!!

I would love more dad pieces if you want to take on Quinn with a newborn during the season and he’s somehow effortlessly balancing the team responsibilities and being such a supportive and helping husband/bf with this next big chapter in life becoming parents!! 💙

Since his daughter was born, Quinn has been balancing life as team captain and new father with quiet commitment. Morning practices lead into nights spent rocking her to sleep, and he moves between both worlds with a steady, natural ease.

Every morning starts the same way, often before the sun has even risen, with the soft cry of his daughter stirring him awake. It’s a sound he’s learned to recognise instantly, one that pulls him from sleep without a second thought. Almost automatically, Quinn shifts in bed, reaching out to gently touch your side to silently tell you he’s up before slipping out from under the covers.

The bassinet sits close by, tucked into the corner of your shared room, and he moves towards it quietly, careful not to make too much noise. With a practiced gentleness, he scoops her up, cradling her tiny body against his chest. She fusses for a moment, little hands reaching out, but Quinn has grown accustomed to her needs, the small patterns that calm her.

He begins to sway slowly, his hand moving in soft, rhythmic circles across her back, his voice barely a whisper as he murmurs, “Shh… Daddy’s here. You’re alright.”

In these early morning hours, he feels the weight of fatherhood settle around him. There’s something about these moments, the stillness of the room, the soft hum of the early dawn, that prepares him for the day ahead. It’s not just his responsibility; it’s his privilege, a role he’s embraced completely.

When he hears you stir, sometimes catching you watching him from the bed, he’ll glance over, offering a soft smile, one that says he’s got this, that you can rest a little longer.

Later, as the day begins, Quinn makes a point to carve out time just for the three of you, finding moments of calm amid the morning routine. You settle on the sofa together, coffee in hand, your legs stretched out over his lap, while he cradles your daughter in one arm, his other hand absently tracing soft patterns over your leg. His touch is tender, his fingers moving in slow, familiar circles as he watches his daughter doze, her tiny hand curled around his thumb.

Every now and then, he glances at you, his gaze soft, as if savouring these few minutes of quiet family time before he needs to head out.

“It’s wild how much I miss this when I’m gone,” he murmurs, eyes lingering on her peaceful face, a hint of awe in his voice.

His fingers keep moving over your leg, each touch a quiet reminder of his presence, of his love for this small world you’ve created together.

And when it’s time to head out, he leans in close, brushing his lips softly against your forehead as you linger in the kitchen, then kisses the back of his daughter’s tiny hand, holding onto the warmth of home to carry with him into the day ahead.

After games, no matter how late or how worn out he is, Quinn’s first thought when he gets home is you. He steps through the door, eyes scanning the room, immediately looking for ways he can pick up where you left off. If he sees a pile of dishes in the sink, he rolls up his sleeves and quietly starts rinsing them, his movements calm and methodical, wanting to ease your load without disrupting the peace of the evening.

He’ll take over without a word if your daughter stirs, lifting her from the bassinet with a practiced gentleness. Even on nights when exhaustion is etched into his face, he holds her close, rocking her back and forth, whispering softly until she settles. Sometimes, he’ll glance over at you and give you a tired but reassuring smile, quietly telling you to rest while he handles it.

If he notices the little signs that you’ve had a long day too — a few things out of place, a half-empty cup of cold tea — he’ll gently steer you toward the sofa or the bedroom, encouraging you to take a moment for yourself.

“Go relax, get some rest,” he’ll say softly, a hand on your shoulder. “I’ll finish up here.”

There’s a steady dedication in his tone, a quiet promise that even in his most tired moments, he’s here to make things easier for you both.

And when he finally settles down beside you, it’s with a content sigh, an arm slipping around your shoulders as he pulls you close. These small, thoughtful gestures aren’t anything grand, but they add up, each one a reminder that he’s as much a partner as he is a father, fully present and endlessly devoted.

When Quinn is away, he settles into a familiar routine, making time every day to call, fitting in quick video chats and messages between team meetings and practices. Each call follows a comforting rhythm: he’ll ask about how you’re doing, listen to every little detail about his daughter, then share a bit about his own day, just to keep you both close, even from a distance. He’s always careful to call in the evenings too, timing it so he can catch her right before bedtime, watching on the screen as you rock her to sleep, his voice soft as he murmurs, “Goodnight, Bug. Love you,” knowing she can’t understand the words yet but hoping, somehow, she feels them.

But that routine didn’t come naturally at first. He remembers that first road trip, only a few weeks after she was born, and the way he’d delayed packing his bags, lingering at home as long as he could. He’d held her close that night, pressing a soft kiss to her head as he whispered, “I’ve gotta go to work for a little bit but I’ll be back soon,” his voice thick with the weight of those words. He felt the quiet ache of missing her even before he left, and though he tried to hide it, he’d caught your eyes welling up too, both of you navigating the bittersweet moment. Not quite ready for your tiny bubble to burst just yet.

From that trip onward, little rituals began to form, small gestures to bridge the distance. The night before each trip, Quinn spends extra time with her, rocking her a little longer, talking to her in a low, steady voice as if building a memory they can both hold onto. And when he leaves in the early morning hours, he always pauses at her bassinet, taking a quiet moment to brush his fingers over her tiny hand, his heart heavy with both pride and longing.

“Be back soon, Bug,” he’d whisper, careful not to wake her.

As he adjusts to life on the road with a family at home waiting for him, he finds ways to stay connected. Each morning, he starts his day with a message to you — a quick good morning, checking in to see how the night had been, letting you know he’s thinking of you and counting down the hours until he’s back by your side. He’ll send photos that capture pieces of his day he knows you’ll enjoy — a sunset over the city from his hotel room, a perfectly plated dinner from team meals, or the view from the bus on the way to the arena. And, just for you, he’ll sometimes snap a quick mirror picture in his suit, straightening his tie with a half-smile, even though he’s not a fan of selfies.

But a quiet gesture that started on the very first trip away is the flowers. He hated the idea of leaving you both so soon, with your daughter only weeks old, so he’d arranged for a bouquet to arrive that evening — a way of saying, “thinking of you both. Wish I was there.” From then on, every time he leaves for a road trip, a bunch of flowers shows up at your door in the early evening, right as the light softens, filling the room with the warmth he wishes he could bring himself. Sometimes it’s simple wildflowers, other times roses or soft-petaled lilies. Each bouquet is different, but the card is always the same:

For my girls. I’ll be back soon. Love, Q

On nights when your daughter is restless, the two of you fall into a rhythm, tag-teaming through the long hours. You take turns, each of you catching snippets of sleep between the cries and the soothing. Tonight, it’s technically your turn, but when her soft whimpers start up less than an hour after Quinn last got her back to sleep, he stirs, already aware of how worn out you are.

As he feels you begin to shift out of bed with a tired sigh, he rolls over, gently smoothing a hand over your waist to stop you.

“I’ll get her,” he whispers, his voice hoarse with sleep, but his touch warm and comforting.

Before you can protest, he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder, a quiet reassurance that he’s got it handled, really.

Then, without another word, he slips out of bed and pads softly across the room to her bassinet, leaning down to scoop her up, his hand resting gently on her back as he begins to sway. You watch him from where you lay, heart swelling with gratitude as he settles into the familiar rhythm of rocking her, his figure shadowed in the dim light. And as he hums softly, you can feel the weight lift just a bit, knowing he’s right there beside you, sharing every sleepless moment, every soft whisper, every ounce of love that fills these quiet hours.

Fatherhood may be new, but the way he carries it makes it look like it’s always been a part of him.

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requests are open - let’s daydream!

[drownedscribe]

God I love Genre Games

And my favourite:

[mobius-m-mobius]

It's a pretty cool name.

Loki + the progression of saying Mobius' name for @percheduphere

[lovewillthaw-j]

Maui and Moana haka scene comparison!

Requested by Anon

[captaindelafere]

CHALLENGERS (2024): A COMEDY dir. Luca Guadanigno