#i never said i was good at this

[tiredofthehumanlife]

A little comic I did Abt the "Roman" salute Elon did

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[spoontriestowriteandfails]

a real man » stucky

╰┈➤ "i guess no one ever taught you how to be a real man."

tags : stucky (steve rogers x bucky barnes), established relationship, worried steve, unaware bucky, fluff, bad writing, very short oneshot (under 1k words)

a/n : no capitalisation because capital letters are yucky !! hopefully i will use apostrophes and commas, but no promises. set in a weird sort of limbo that has the vibe of an early avengers film (either avengers 1 or age of ultron), but not quite because bucky is there.

the first avenger had been scribbling and tearing out pages practically all day, writing and drawing in his unusually messy cursive handwriting.

he spent most of the morning tying to write; to keep himself busy whilst waiting for another mission. then, when he got bored of writing, he would start trying to sketch random things around avengers tower. then the drawing wouldn't turn out the way he had wanted it to and he's go back to writing.

simply, steve was mentally draining himself with a pen and paper.

bucky had been out doing god knows what all day - probably just driving around on his motorcycle or training with sam in the gym - but wherever he was, steve hadn't seen him. not even in his attempt to draw something from every room in the tower.

it was like his boyfriend was avoiding him. whether it was on purpose or not, he was unsure. but there was no way he hadn't seen him since they reluctantly rolled out of bed together this morning.

it was about 6pm when steve started getting worried. due to the season, it was already pitch back outside and bucky still wasn't back.

he knew he had no reason to be worried, that bucky could easily look after himself no matter what time of day it was, but that didn't stop him from tapping his foot anxiously and waiting by the door.

he'd spent most of his time asking the other's in the tower if they had seen him, even going as far as to ask tony if he could check the entry and exit logs of the building. but the winter soldier had seemingly disappeared.

steve's writings in his book was now just worried and messy splotches of black ink, occasionally accompanied with a doodle or scribble in the margin.

it was 10pm when bucky got in. steve had long since gone to bed, but left a note on the door saying that he'd put leftovers in the fridge for him.

the brunette was completely fine, having just been exploring the parts of the city that he had never been to before. he just hadn't expected to get so carried away.

he pulled the sticky note off of the door, heating the leftovers in the microwave and taking them up to bed with him.

steve on the other hand, was still wide awake. sketching and drafting, trying to think of anything that wasn't the danger bucky could've gotten himself into.

he was so tuned in with what he was doing, he didn't realise the other man had entered the room until the bed dipped beside him and he smelt the smallest waft of heated chinese food.

the oh-so-beloved book was discarded onto the duvet the moment he recognised the presence next to him, the blonde's head falling onto bucky's shoulder and his arms wrapping around his midsection.

"you alright, doll? haven't been gone that long, have i?" bucky was the first to speak, resting the plastic takeaway box on his knees so that he could still eat his rice whilst wrapping his other arm over steve's shoulders.

"you were basically gone forever," the taller man grumbled tiredly, struggling to keep his eyes open "i ran out of things to draw."

bucky chuckled, setting his fork down to pick up steve's book and flick through the pages. most of them had been torn out, leaving remnants of jagged paper still glued to the spine.

the paper that was still in there was covered in nonsensical scribbles of words and pictures, the brunette's smile faltering as he observed his lover's slow descent into worry.

"are you okay, baby? talk to me, hun. what's up?" he asked, his metal palm gliding over the shoulder of his own steve's shirt.

"just worried, s'all." was the quiet response of the male, slowly hiding his fae into his lover's shoulder.

bucky didn't push it, but set his food down on the bedside table next to him, rather in favor of wrapping his arm around his boyfriend and guiding him to lay down.

his fingers curled into the other's hair, scratching and petting at his hair until he felt his partner's breathing start to slow as he fell asleep.

bucky pressed kisses into steve's hair for as long as he could before he felt his own eyes start to flutter closed as well, content in letting himself rest.

[halloween4life]

I've been wanting to make a post about all the Real Ghostbusters favorite vocaloid artists bc i gaslit myself into thinking they're all victims of Hatsune Miku, but I also do not listen to vocaloid much so all I got is:

Peter listens to Maretu and Kikuo, and

Ray listens to songs that exclusively sound like Drop Pop Candy

[paterday]

I think I will upload palmer sandwich image to the webbed site 2night. Not shading it cuz if I look at it any longer I’ll cringe into a ball

[pressplay-if]

About my cap variables

Listen

If it works it works

Why's babygirl (gn) upset now?? Ugh

${Paul_ette}’s eyes widen, searching my face,  and I see ${P_hisher} throat working. I give ${P_himher} some time to compute my meaning. ${PHeShe} gets it soon enough, and I can watch in real time as ${P_hisher} confusion turns to surprise turns to anger. 

I've just enough time to screw my eyes shut as ${P_heshe} raises ${P_hisher} glass and throws its contents right into my face. One of the ice cubes inside bounces off my right cheek and my nose is hit with the tang of cold alcohol as the Iced Tea washes over me. 

${Paul_ette} turns on ${P_hisher} heel and marches off. 

“It was a compliment!” I call after ${P_himher}.

[artist-rat]

some epilogue vibes (an excuse to draw some hugs. and my durge so many times)

[leafwhirlwind]

I feel, personally, like not enough people focus on the fact that in this iconic big tiddy moment

Falin is. Splattering someone’s brain on the pavement like a fine ragù.

Splat.

[miaoua3]

One Headlock, Pretty Please?

(pairing: scoups x f!reader)

SAW THIS PIC AND SUDDENLY I NEED HIM TO FUCK ME FROM BEHIND WHILE HAVING ME IN A HEADLOCK SO…BON APETIT GUYS

Warnings: smut (MDNI), headlock and choking, spanking, pwp, p in v sex

you moan in pleasure, so loudly the echo of it bounces off the walls of your bedroom. to be completely honest, your knees and hands are starting to hurt from seungcheol having you on your fours for an hour now, more or less, but he’s fucking you so good that you forget to complain.

you weren’t sure what has gotten into you, but whatever it is, it’s a bit embarrassing. or it will be, once you reach the big o and all rationality comes back up to your head.

it has all just gotten too much-you finished your period so it has been a few emotional days, and now you are ovulating, cheol has been gone on tour for way too long, the concerts limiting your communication. and on top of that, no orgasm that you have had in the time cheol has been gone could compare to the ones he gives you so you have been cranky to say the least.

the minute your boyfriend walked through your door unannounced, you got up and ran up to him, immediately kissing him breathless.

cheol didn’t think too much of it in the beginning but after a few minutes of you two kissing, your kisses didn’t persist but instead only got harsher, faster and needier.

cheol wasn’t going to complain, but your behaviour was quite unusual. so despite his better judgement, he paused your kiss to hoarsely ask you “what’s gotten into you, baby?”

you whined in response, grabbing onto the back of his hair to pull him back towards you.

“just fuck me already cheol, i’ve missed you so much.”

well, that did it for cheol.

so now, he’s got you on your hands and knees, fucking you harshly from behind. the skin slapping one of the only sounds in your room, along with his groans and dirty words, as well as you moans and whines.

his hands grip your hips and love handles harshly, pulling you into him with every thrust. he grips onto you so hard that tomorrow, when you look in the mirror, you will see the traces of his presence in the form of handprints.

he groans as he feels your pussy squeezing him, your walls pulsing around him, milking him like a maniac.

cheol swears to god that he could cum any second now from how good you feel around him. as it turns out, you weren’t the only one who was missing the other. he can’t even count on his two hands how many times he has spilled hand while on tour, wishing that his fist were your tight little pussy.

as he’s pounding into you, letting a spank or two land onto your ass cheeks, he feels your upper body giving out a bit, your chest almost touching the bedsheets underneath you.

cheol can’t have none of that.

his chest comes in contact with your back, hand reaching over your shoulder so he can grab your neck, squeezing lightly and pulling you back to your full height, the action making you choke up a gasp.

with his lips right against your ear, he whispers “where are you going baby? i thought you needed me to fuck you? where is your insatiable little pussy going?”, finishing with one, two harsh spanks to your right ass cheek.

you scream in pleasure, making a mental note to avoid eyes with your upstairs neighbours next time you see them as you do so. his dick hammering into you, leaking tip repeatedly hitting your sweet spot.

while lost in pleasure, your hand comes to grab his automatically, pulling on it. what you don’t realise is that you pull onto it so hard that he topples over you a bit, his hand slamming onto the bed harshly to stop you two from face planting into the mattress.

a bit startled and annoyed at your impatience, cheol’s arm automatically comes and wrap around your neck, your cheeks getting squeezed by both his biceps and forearm from both sides.

cheol groans in annoyance, tightening his hold onto your neck. “calm the fuck down and let me fuck you like a good girl i know you are.”

the headlock, the deep voice, the attitude, the dominance, the dick massaging your walls.

it all gets too much for you, plus the pleasure that has been going on for over an hour now, it all crashes out in a second, making you gasp repeatedly “im cumming, im cumming”.

cheol feels your tight pussy squeeze so much around his dick, it makes him gasp in shock.

knowing that he has a few more seconds of you orgasming, he gets right to work, fucking you so fast, like never before.

it takes him a minute to feel himself close to cumming, his arm still squeezing your neck tightly. you have been crying from overstimulation for a bit now, making him go that much faster.

one thrust, two, three and he’s spilling inside of you, hips stuttering as he tries to reach the new depth inside you with his dick, his cum creaming inside of you and consequentially spilling from your insides.

just as the last moan escapes him, you feel your arms give out from beneath you, making you two fall together into the soft bed.

heavy breathing fills the room, his dick still pulsing inside of you. almost like he had the same thought, cheol slowly pulls out of you and moves you two so you are laying on your sides, the same arm that was wrapped around your neck just a minute ago now acting as your pillow.

you try to regain both your self awareness and your breath, things in front of you still a bit blurry. in the meantime, cheol kisses the back of your neck and your cheek, sweetly nuzzling his nose against your skin, inhaling the smell that is home-you.

seeing that you are still out of it, he uses two fingers to move your head to the side so he can see you. struggling to focus on him, you hum in question.

you boyfriend just chuckles at your hazy expression, pressing a quick but deep kiss to your lips.

not straying too far away, he mumbles “where’s my girl, hm? things still a bit hazy for you?”.

being so out of it, you can’t even properly respond to him, another hum greeting him as response.

he chuckles some more at your cuteness, pressing another kiss to your lips.

leaning his forehead against your own, his fingers that he used to turn your head rub your cheeks softly. a gentle smile grazes the corner of his lips as he looks at you, admiring you in all your sweaty, confused but blissful, and most importantly, beautiful state.

with so much affection in his voice, he just mumbles “my girl…my sweet girl…i’ve missed you.”

you don’t respond back just yet but he doesn’t need your words to know that you’ve missed him just as much.

[magicomens]

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[juniemunie]

[Abandoned by the Lightners, his heart became cracked with hatred.]

Hitting a lil' too close to home?

[catboybiologist]

Call her libreoffice the way she libre me from the office

Call her a spreadsheet the way she spreads me on the sheets

[winterswake]

The Smolder™ 🥺🥺 by Sauron

[wooshofficial]

Just a reminder for everyone in a few months who are going to thank Trump for doing “random acts of kindness” or whatever the fuck:

Donald Trump started this nonsense.

He was the one who initially wanted TikTok to be banned. He’s the one who said that it was spyware from a foreign adversary. He wanted it gone first. This is not a new argument, this is from 2020. It has been in his plans for the entire Biden administration.

Because what Trump wants is to set up a situation where he looks like the hero. Where he swoops in and solves a problem that looks sudden and garners some good favor, despite him causing the problem in the first place years ago. He knows that the modern attention span is practically zero, focused on the shiny object, so he will do something flashy to distract everyone from the massive overhauls to basic human rights he’s doing in the background. He wants to kill us while we’re not looking, so he has set up a little magic trick to keep our eyes off the real world.

Take your eyes off TikTok. If or when it comes back, do not thank Trump. Do not get so lost in scrolling that you forget the world around you, and how it is about to go belly up. Do not forget about Project 2025, or his plans to raid schools with border control agents, or his planned cabinet. Do not let one pre-planned “good” deed distract you from the fact that this administration is about to do real harm to and outright kill a lot of people. Keep your eyes on him and his administration with extreme scrutiny, because he wants you to look away.

The scariest part about Trump is that he’s smart. We call him stupid, but he’s not. He is incredibly clever when it comes to entertainment, and will play any role if it gets him where he wants to be, and he plays them incredibly well. If we do not scrutinize his every move as some sort of act, we give him more space to do things than he ever deserves to have, and that space will be used to do incredibly cruel things, and the blame will not only be on him, but us for giving him the opportunity.

So yeah. Don’t go thanking Trump for any of this shit. He’s playing a long game and he’s playing a role that he knows you will like. Do not forget.

[drawsmaddy]

[ID: A digitally illustrated two panel comic of Martin Blackwood and Jonathan Sims from The Magnus Archives. In the first panel Martin is stood at a counter preparing a cup of tea. He is smiling softly with his eyes closed and a thought bubble next to his head shows a small image of Jon with some hearts around him and text reading "ah... Jon...". The second panel shows Jon sat at his desk with the mug of tea from the first panel in his right hand and papers in his left. He is growing and saying "Martin's such a fucking idiot I hope he dies". End description.]

Stupid season 1 jonmartin dynamic ily forever

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Happy Birthday to Fallen London; My favourite British people beefing it with bats simulator.

[anistarrose]

to be honest when i see people say that "moral center" characters are boring, i'm like. well, to each their own i guess, you can have your taste and i can have mine. but also: 99% sure that's a straight-up skill issue on behalf of whoever's writing the characters you're thinking of. because when they're written well, characters at the moral heart of their story can also be interesting, complicated, evolving and contradictory, messy, flawed, in possession of Complexes, and most importantly, perpetrators of mistakes so tragic and devastating that they shape the entire narrative. and i know for a fact that all of that is true because of my best friend Lup Adventurezone