#i miss sucking dick

[sailoralchemist]

sucking the soul out of someone sure would make me happy.

[jess-the-vampire]

Honestly i think something missed in a lot of fan content that portrays belos and his abuse is his whole "Grandfatherly" vibe he presents and gives to the people and hunter.

Like yes, being cruel and mean ARE part of it, and he certainly tries less to come off that way the longer the show goes, but some of the biggest reasons hunter and the isles were not supposed to really identify how bad he really was had a lot to do with his ability to come off well meaning and sympathetic to those around him.

With hunter, it wasn't just constant shaming and physical abuse, he would smile and intrigue hunter with stories about the human realm, tell hunter he couldn't go on missions to keep him "safe", be incredibly playful about hunter watching him.

It's why hunter was more terrified to upset him, because belos was capable of coming off kind and sweet in his eyes, and that aspect made hunter want to make him happy just as much as want to prove himself. Not just out of fear, but because he had seen belos as a genuine loving uncle who actually did seem to care and needed his help.

Obviously even in these moments belos would still say stuff as bad as implying hunter was replaceable, but how it's being presented is not the same as just being outwardly and openly cruel.

Whether you think it was all lies and manipulation or there were moments were belos was genuine about how he felt (Or maybe an combo of both were his genuineness is used for manipulation), i think people get so wrapped up in his outward cruelness we've forgotten his ability to come off like a sweet and sympathetic father figure that got him here in the first place.

let the man SMILE.

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

Nimona headcanons just cause

Nimona and Ambrosius are both like sentient space heaters 

Nimona runs hotter than the average human being because obvi

But Ambrosius is a whole nother ballpark 

I just know this man hates summer more than the average person

Poor baby is just a miserable sweaty clammy mess and if anyone tries to touch him during summer he threatens to bite them

Nimona and Ambrosius always refuse to let the ac get higher than 60 degrees and Bal suffers 

Bal should be classified as a damn reptile 

Poor baby has terrible circulation

It’s bad enough that Ambrosius has dragged him to the doctor multiple times 

He clings to Ambrosius and Nimona in the winter because this man is constantly freezing 

I just know he’s a damn menace the second it gets a little chilly

This little brat will shove his hands up Ambrosius’ shirt the second he gets home to “warm up”

And he’s got a metal hand so it’s twice as cold

Ambrosius has been woken up from a deep sleep by freezing hands or freezing feet and will whine about how it feels like waking up in an ice bath

One time Ambrosius walked into the living room to find Bal chasing Nimona around while they were screaming “Frosty the snowman is trying to kill me with his icicle hands” 

Ambrosius is weirdly good with all kids he’s been described multiple times as a “natural parent”

Does he like kids…. That’s up for debate 

Like he doesn’t hate them if their parents raised them right but if that kid is a little bully then fuck no he doesn’t like them 

Nimona is also really good with kids 

He’s a little cautious around elementary school kids cause you know trauma and has weird beef with all middle schoolers 

Bal is fucking terrified of babies 

One time someone asked him to hold their baby and then walked off and which sent him into a panic attack 

He’ll go on hour-long rants about how fragile are and how he can’t be trusted with something that can suffocate if you don’t lay them down the wrong way

He’s okay with elementary school kids and doesn’t mind middle schoolers but he has massive issues with highschoolers for some reason 

A high school once asked him to visit and give a talk to the students and Ambrosius had to take his laptop away before he emailed them back saying “I’d rather chop my other arm off”

Honestly I think even though Nimona craves stability she also needs freedom 

So every couple of weeks she’ll go on little solo adventures 

She keeps the boys updated constantly about where she is but she never tells them when she’s coming back because she doesn’t even know 

Most of the time she’ll come back when she wants a homecooked meal (and when she misses the boys)

The boys are pretty used to this routine so they aren’t surprised anymore when they come home to a note saying she’ll be gone for a bit

They also aren't surprised when he climes through their window at 2 in the morning to wake them up and demand food 

Could he make it himself? Absolutely 

Does he want to? Fuck no where’s the fun in that 

Plus he knows no matter how much the boys complain about messed up sleep schedules and how he “gave them a heart attack” they'd rather be woken up in the middle of the night so they can make sure he’s healthy and fed 

When they do come home the boys “force” them into a sleepover in the living room where they eat a stupid amount of junk food and watch old horror movies  

And they call out of work so they can catch up and learn everything that can't fit in a text

[buff-muffin]

I'm not sure if I made a post on this before. I probably have. but I can't stop thinking about how Big Mum got her devil fruit and the implications that brings. Because she didn't eat the fruit she ate the PERSON and gained those abilities, so does that imply that when one eats a devil fruit. They BECOME said fruit rather then the fruit becoming a part of you. Because is that's the case I feel this brings a new layer to the conversation of Zoan's and the fact that when awakened they absorb the personality of the person

This also brings up the existence of living weapons Vegapunk created using devil fruits. as they are obviously shown to be LIVING. the state of intelligence in them is... up for debate. how much is knowledge how much is trained command is something we don't know but these DO imply that devil fruits are LIVING THINGS which brings up so many questions...

Vegapunk states that while they are possibly created by the dreams of people and hope, they are UNATURAL and thus loathed by nature itself and dragged down by the ocean.

while I'm not sure about the other dimension thing myself, I do think the nature of devil fruits and how GOOD they are should be brough up into question. If devil fruits are the dreams of people form thousands of years ago. why, when awakened, does the person loose the personality? Do they simply become the embodiment of the dream? or something else entirely.

Take Vegapunks words with a grain of salt, as we do not have all the pieces about devil fruits or where they even come from. they could have been called something else completely before the blank century. But I do think there might be more to them then meets the eye. And personally? I find that FACINATING

[heroesriseandfall]

Tim’s self-isolation in the beginning of Red Robin is actually so funny to me because it hardly works.

Tim @ most of his friends and family: nobody contact me. leave me alone. I’m busy. don’t try to stop me.

Tim @ Cass: hey, wanna stay in contact? :)

Tim when Chris Kent asks him for help: I’m actually not Robin anymore so saving people is not my job. Oh her life is in danger? …okay fine but then I’m going back to my thing.

Tim when Kon finds him: I’m busy…Oh you need help? okay…let’s have an accidental heartfelt talk and then we can help each other with our latest emotional crises.

Tim when Dick calls him: don’t call me…ohhh, that seems serious. fine I’ll come to Gotham but then I’m going right back to what I was doing. *finishes up what he was doing* okay I’m back, let’s team up.

Tim when someone he’s never met ends up as the League’s semi-hostage with him: Hey when we’re done do you wanna travel for business together & maybe go on a date?

[technicolourcowboy]

RAAAAH this lil metal au has got me in a chokehold,,,, I’m making the content I want 2 see in the world

Had to doodle the gals 😔 my mind wouldn’t be stopped

Daria belongs to @frenchfry99, Riley belongs to @wampabampa, and nina belongs to @evillillad! Drawing them was so fun I love bug ocs sm <333

Full (ish) versions in the cut below :] vvv

[lunicho]

i can feel seunghan defrosting like mariah carey every year around christmas. Y'ALL SEEN HE GOT ADDED BACK ON SM'S WEBSITE AAAAND THEY STARTED SELLING HIS KEYCHAIN AGAIN??

[ourhouseishaunted]

people acting as if laios can Do No Wrong and infantilizing him because he is autistic are annoying as hell. especially because laios belongs to my favorite genre of character: "person who desperately wants friends and deep relationships because they're lonely, and while part of their problems stem from people not wanting to understand them and refusing to meet them where they are, they also genuinely come across in a way where you Completely Understand why others can get turned off from them"

[boytoyswag]

woudl some transexual please come over and beat the shit out of my dick and boycunt for liek an hour its for my mental health and ill bark and whine sooooo loud about it

[pattydia]

for the post about fic prompts in the inbox - maybe something about tappert? 👀

It’s not something Eugene mentions to the others as he’s recounting the story — its likely something he’ll take to his early grave — but when he first found Tappert sitting there, stock-still and smiling, surrounded with viscera and blonde hair dyed red, he hadn’t felt frightened, or disgusted, not really. Just sorry. Sorry in the way that he feels sorry for the emaciated dogs who descend on the cold battlefield like vultures to lap up the gore, their ribs showing through patches of burnt, hairless skin.

Because Tappert is the smallest guy in the squadron, stature-wise, but his raucous laugh and go-to-hell drawl and skill with a gun all give him the wherewithal of a much larger man. But when Eugene knelt beside him in the dirt, turned to mud by blood and piss, he had looked like a child. Pink-cheeked. Skin and bones. As if Eugene could have folded him inside his coat and carried him away from the wreckage.

So Eugene hadn’t felt frightened until Tappert held up his hands, big and bruised and pulpy, and said your move. He hadn’t felt frightened until he saw the red string laced between his fingers, a child’s plaything, delicate and complex and impossible to recreate alone.

Hey, he’d said, voice thick and faraway sounding, Tappert. Come on. It’s alright. You’re alright.

He wasn’t alright, of course, but Eugene didn’t know it then.

Now, in the attic, Tappert looks the same as he did on the day he killed all those boys. Fragile. Folded into himself. Eyes enormous and wet and gleaming. Eugene looks at his dirty, freckled face and swallows dryly and feels ill.

My father was a milkman, Tappert is saying. My mother was my dead mother, now a memory. When he grabs Eugene by the collar Eugene can feel the heat pouring off him in waves, heavy with the scent of dirt and rot.

“Are you sick?” Eugene asks, pressing a palm into Tappert’s forehead. “You’re burning up.”

“Quit your worrying,” Tappert drawls thickly. “You sound like my wife, nancy boy.”

“You’re married?” Eugene didn’t know that. He doesn’t know much of anything about the guy, even now.

“Not anymore,” Tappert says, grinning. It’s not a nice smile; his eyes are fixed and glazed. “She died with my baby in ‘er belly.”

“Oh, god.” Eugene looks at the ground so he doesn’t have to look at Tappert’s twisted face. “I’m so … sorry.”

“You know God don’t love us, right?” Tappert continues, bony fingers hooking beneath Eugene’s chin and lifting it so they’re nose to nose. Eugene shivers wildly. “You’re dyin’ for your country and He still don’t love you, turtledove.”

Eugene nods. They’re so close that he can smell Tappert’s sour breath, can see the stains on his teeth from years of cigarettes and weak coffee and bile.

“I know.”

This answer pleases Tappert; he pats Eugene on the cheek. His eyes spark.

“That’s good. Real good. Now take off those fuckin’ glasses, pet. Lemme see your face.” Tappert’s voice is low, lower than Eugene has ever heard it.

Eugene’s stomach twists. He feels his face go hot and red.

“Tappert, come on. You’re sick. You’ve got a fever, you’re not well, lay down.” He thinks of calling down to the others for help. He thinks of the rifle slung across Tappert’s lap.

“I’m right as rain,” Tappert says, still grinning. He reaches up and takes the glasses off himself; Eugene hears them clatter to the rotting attic floor.

“What are you —“ Eugene asks, heart jackrabbiting in his sternum, mouth filling with saliva.

“There,” Tappert interrupts, licking his lips. Self-satisfied and cruel. “Knew it. Pretty as a picture, you are.”

“I don’t …” Eugene can’t think. Tappert’s gaze is so intense, pupils blown, tear tracks shining pink and clean through the dirt on his cheeks. Eugene is distantly aware of something terrible happening under his own kit, below the belt.

“God don’t love us,” Tappert repeats, “so it ain’t like you gotta worry about fallin’ out of His favor.”

“Tappert,” Eugene says thickly. “I’m not —“

“Christ,” Tappert groans, irritated, hands massive and deft on the tarnished buttons of Eugene’s jacket. “Neither am I. It’s wartime, pet.” He laughs like that explains it, explains everything. The noise goes right between Eugene’s legs.

Tappert puts down the rifle and gets on his knees. Eugene wonders if he’s hallucinating as Tappert hooks purple fingertips beneath his waistband. Eugene wonders if he’s snapped, fully and finally, when he feels Tappert’s mustache scrape over the skin below his navel.

Tappert reaches into Eugene’s military-issued trousers and takes his dick out; Eugene stares at the ceiling and tries to quiet his breathing. Tappert’s calloused palm is so hot around him that it feels like a brand.

“Oh,” Eugene breathes, and Tappert laughs.

“Anybody ever did this to you before?” Tappert doesn’t wait for an answer; instead, he seals his mouth around the head of Eugene’s dick.

Nobody ever had done it to Eugene before, so the feeling — warm and wet and tight as any woman — forces a shout from him, makes his hands come down and grip frantically at the thick wool of Tappert’s cap.

Tappert makes a little snorting noise and when Eugene dares to look down his shining eyes are crinkled like he’s laughing. His lips are red and his ruddy cheeks are hollowed and he’s gazing at Eugene through his thick blanket of eyelashes as he works his head up and down.

Eugene’s hips buck up; he can’t help it. He can feel himself hit the back of Tappert’s soft palate and the hum that vibrates through him as he gags.

“Jesus Christ,” Eugene whispers. He reaches down and thumbs a tear off of Tappert’s shining face. He feels numb. He feels like he’s watching himself from the corner of the room. He thinks of acrid smoke and bombs and the sounds men make before they die. He thinks of skinny dogs and red string and blonde curls on detached heads. He digs his fingernails into his palms and comes down Tappert’s wet throat.

“There we go,” Tappert says afterwards as he gets up off the floor, wiping his swollen lips. “It’s alright. Don’t you cry, turtledove.”

Tappert shoulders his rifle and disappears down the creaking staircase. Eugene reaches up to wipe his face. His fingers come away wet.

[umemiyan]

i need to feel a dick twitch in my mouth 😔

[dickgreyson]

one of my essays from back when i studied philosophy is being put into a good answers guide at my university<3 not one of my good ones but

[groovyysav]

I think sucking a cock to whole lotta love would rejuvenate me and possibly increase my stamina

[like-a-ruby]

if you ever feel compelled to reblog a post about being / knowing a gay person who enjoys het sex, in order to say "op it's ok to be bi / this is bi erasure" just remember

1. it's ok to acknowledge bisexuality isn't relevant in every discussion abt homophobia. sometimes homophobia targets homosexuals only when it's abt hatred & erasure of exclusive SSA

2. it's ok to acknowledge bi ppl can be homophobic without it being internalized homophobia. someone who redefines the word gay to mean bi is expressing contempt for / failing to accept the existence of exclusive same-sex attraction not bisexuality

sure when you describe bisexual behavior while calling it gay you're obscuring the word bisexual but that's often v. obviously not the point. or do you think a tumblr user who talks about gay men and lesbians enjoying straight sex with each other hates the label bisexual more than they hate the existence of homosexuals? by calling it bi erasure or biphobia you make it sound like avoiding the word bisexual is the main motivation and fantasizing about gay people being 'corrected' is an inconsequential afterthought. it's the other way around. if your instinctive reaction is to praise bisexuality and soothe bi ppl's presumed insecurities while ignoring the gay ppl actually being targeted & hurt its worth asking yourself why

[artcinemas]

if you support israel "retaliate" against hearsay terrorism (which they created, funded and openly supported until "oct 7"), you are the one supporting antisemitism AND genocide. lol. there i said it.