#i want to climb that man like a tree

[cherryinterlude]

he looks tough like the scuff on a pair of old leather boots, like the blue-collar, red-dirt attitude, like a .38 made out of brass... he looks like he works with his hands and smells like marlboro reds...

[deathianartworks]

🎵A bit crabby I may well be but that won't stay🎵

[hedonistbyheart]

Turns out I really enjoy drawing people in skintight suits~

[ivanttakethis]

Every time I see this art of Ivan I have to physically keep myself from acting up

[formulawolff]

these the current toto photos i am fixated on:

[screams-in-writing]

Since it takes me longer to draw, you get two more fluff snippets first.

11- Switching roles of big and little spoon (2nd pov)

You’re home and your roommates aren’t, which means that it’s quiet and there was nothing to distract you from (reluctantly) get some things taken care of around the house that you’d otherwise been avoiding.

Once you finish, you let put a slow breath and turn, stepping directly into Mr. Puzzles chest as his arms wrapped around you.

“Hello, my dear.” The man’s voice said lowly as his metal tv head craned alongside your own.

“You can’t just phase into the house whenever you want.” You sighed, even as you returned the embrace, much to Puzzles’ delight.

“…then you shouldn’t have old, defunct televisions at the end of their lives plugged into the basement.” Mr. Puzzles countered with amusement tinging his tone, before offense colored it. “The same television that you and your roommates only use for get togethers once or twice a month?” The man gave an over the top theatrical shudder as he continued to gripe. “Either invest in another one, or let me host the little event of yours. Why, I could present the best of the best without anyone telling me otherwise and getting pushback on my brilliantly made art!”

“You need a break.” You stated, patting Mr. Puzzles gently on the back. “Don’t you?”

“Yes.” Mr. Puzzles admitted, with feeling, and surprised you as he easily lifted you from the hug into his arms as he carried you back down the stairs into the basement where he’d come from.

Ah, yes.

The giant beanbag.

You could see where this was going, and you were honestly ready for a moment to rest after the chores you’d done around the house. As gently as could be, Mr. Puzzles lowered you down to the floor alongside the beanbag. “Puzzles?” When you turned to look up at him, you could see him staring in return with a screen reflecting weariness, the digital eyes appearing to be fixed on yours. “What is it?”

“Would you…” The tv headed man waved at the beanbag, awkwardly avoiding your gaze now. “…hold me?”

“Of course.” You replied, going over to the giant beanbag to settle onto it, before holding a hand out.

Mr. Puzzles swiftly moved forward to settle on the beanbag alongside you, turning so that his back was to you. The man even scrunched up so that you could snuggle in behind him so that he could feel like you were surrounding him with your own body.

As you wrapped an arm over his ridiculously thin waist, Mr. Puzzles wrapped a hand around yours. Lying there, you could feel the man begin to relax bit by bit.

A comfortable silence fell, the two of you falling asleep cuddled together, and not waking up to the sound of your roommate Derek snickering over the way Rose was very solemnly (if contrasted got a great big grin) taking pictures of you and Puzzles as you slept obliviously on.

When you received the picture of Mr. Puzzles scrunched up with a content smile and closed digital eyes on his screen with your arms wrapped around him from behind with your face to his shoulder?

It ended up as your phone background to later be discovered by Mr. Puzzles when you were showing something led to him.

The tv headed man ended up with a blushing face and a crackling speaker sputtering nonsense as he pressed his screen into your shoulder. Yet Mr. Puzzles appeared pleased by your decision to have the photo be used.

It led to an amusing set of messages that began with a simple message.

“In case you’d like to see my devilishly handsome face while we’re apart.”

This was followed by a whole lot of photos of Mr. Puzzles himself. Then came further messages that were photos of the both of you, and even some sneak peek photos of his newest project.

The kicker that made you laugh was a thick envelope coming in the mail with even more pictures of Mr. Puzzles. But then, emotion suddenly choked you at several tattered, older photos with a handwritten note it had been hidden within another envelope with care.

“I hope you are well, my dear. Please safeguard these photograph. These are but only a few I have left of myself before my ambitions and obsessions changed me.”

What could only be a young Puzzles was on two photos. A young adult in another. Then, the last photo, the one closest in stature to the Mr. Puzzles you knew. The light in his eyes was no longer there like it had been in the kid Puzzles photos, instead a manic light in the photo.

You kept the photos safe, only realizing hours later that this was the first time you’d ever seen Mr. Puzzles when he was a human.

And he’d given you the photos for safekeeping; a piece of himself that he’d likely never shown anyone else before (apart from Meggy, who’d presumably gotten a look at a younger Puzzles during that Puzzlepark incident).

If Mr. Puzzles clung to you tighter when he saw you again, you didn’t point it out, and merely held him just as snug in return.

12- cuddles accompanied by little kisses (1st pov)

(Note-in which this took a turn to less cuddling and more Mr. Puzzles discovering he likes something; oops, but not really)

Despite absolutely being against a ‘beach episode’, so to speak, I couldn’t help but accept your offer to go to the beach with you, your roommates and a few coworkers who were desperate for sunshine on a nice day.

I’d have rather been all alone with you; however, since we were in your world and nit mine, I couldn’t ensure that my beautiful metal head didn’t go anywhere near the sea. I’d rather appreciated the sight of you reading those going along to the beach that they were not to get water anywhere near my head, and that it was hit a joke, as it could cause me irreparable harm.

I may have swooned a little dramatically at the forcefulness before I’d swept you up into an embrace to show you my appreciation (and allowing me to decide in that moment that I would, in fact, come along to the beach).

-

I despised this already.

I was appalled by the sight of all the people around, and did my best to keep in the shade beneath the umbrella in a quieter area. But I had insisted that you go have fun, with the others, despite being unable to enjoy the waters as easily any longer. I could submerge up to just below my neck, but preferably below the collarbones, to ensure I didn’t get any wiring exposed to the water.

Stretching out comfortably on a layer of beach towels to ward off the sand, wearing a tank top  and a pair of khakis (ordinarily I wasn’t so comfortable showing off my limbs, but I couldn’t resist seeing those blushes on your face whenever I caught sight of your gaze lingering on me). It made me happy that you were happy, enjoying the beach and the water fight that caused quite a lot of splashing. I was confused over you suddenly vanishing but before I could become concerned, you reappeared in dry clothing. Your hair appeared to have been ruffled by a towel to get as much water out as possibly, the why quickly answered as you joined me under the large umbrella in the shade. 

I perked up from where I’d been lounging with my back agaisnt a large rock behind me when you settle on my lap and pull me into a hug. I was quick to embrace you in return as I leaned over to kiss you with tiny static speaks from my screen, which made you hug me more tightly.

“I appreciate the offer to bring me along, despite being unable to participate in many of the activities here.” I said softly as I placed a few more kisses along your skin as my screen rested gently to your forehead to place a lingering kiss before drawing away to wear a softened expression, a little regret at being unable to properly be able to kiss you crossing the back of my mind. 

“Hey, Puzzles?” Curiously, you ended up looking around at the others on the beach and in the water, before looking back at me. “I’d like to try something.”

I studied your expression, and found myself intrigued by the blush that was there. 

Hmm.

Whatever could be in that mind of yours that would make you look like that? And what would it be, that you believed it was fine to try in public?

“Try…something.” I mused over it a moment, hands lightly tracing along your back, before I leaned back into the rock and flashed a technicolor grin of eagerness at you. “But of course. I would never say no to trying something with you, after all-“ I leaned in just as suddenly, nearly screen to nose with you, as a sly squint of digital eyes focused on you. “As my co-host in my new endeavor, I must say that I’m flattered there’s something you want to share with me.” I loosened my grasp around you to allow you to do as you would, which turned out to be leaning up in my lap and steadying yourself with gentle hands to either side of my metal head. I indulgently turned my head to the side at your touch, curious where this was headed and-

Warm breath trailed over and into my vent.

I shuddered, hands reaching up to grasp your wrists.

“Bad?” You asked, worry in your tone.

“Again.” I breathed through both the speakers in my head and a slight motion from my chest, my replaced mechanical lungs acting as though I’d breathed in that puff of breath. The next breath that rolled over the vent had me abruptly pinning you amid the beach towels, breathing unsteadily as false lungs and my facsimile breathing fought for control over one another.

“Maybe I’ll save that for when we’re not out in public.” You admitted after a moment, as you reached up to trace the underside of my television’s casing, to which I leaned heavily into with a happy sigh. “I haven’t seen that unhinged look of yours in months.” You tilt your head as static crackled. “There’s a more familiar one. The ‘I want to smother you in kisses but I’m too shy to-“

I growled low in my chest with traces of vocal cords that lingered, twined through wires and through my speakers as I closed the distance and proved that I was not, in fact, shy. I placed kisses all over your face, the zapping of the static audible while you laughed breathlessly and grabbed my shoulders in return to encourage me to get even closer. 

So I did.

There was no world where I would ever say no to being able to shower you with affection every possible moment that I was allowed to.

[asspinkie]

in my opinion, halsin can do partial wildshape like halfway through on the animorph thing. no this is not allowed in canon 5e. no i do not care. imagine halsin like this but with the bear form. i would not be able to restrain myself

[fandomcentralsstuff]

Ngl I kinda need to make him my boytoy malewife🥵🥵🥵🤤🤤

[hesawifebeaterdanusethegun]

Finally got around to watching Godzilla x Kong last night and my one complaint was there was absolutely not enough Trapper in this movie. Dan Stevens did great as always and gave so much charm to the character he was playing but they didn't utilize him nearly enough.

[vampcubus]

ik zelda fans are rare finds on this app but sidon hnggghh 🥴🫠

[1toreyouapart]

After years and years of not writing, I’ve sort of started again. Idk. We’ll see where it takes me and how many edits I do to it before it ever gets posted.

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price as Victor Marton

The Man From UNCLE; The Foxes and Hounds Affair (1965)

[woodsborostabathon]

will never understand how anyone could seriously hate vince. like if u do not find him fine as hell even tho he is. how can u not at least find it a lil bit Funny that this man fumbled his bitch so bad that he was resorting to pulling up outside her school in the middle of the afternoon in his purple 1971 dodge charger. parking within her line of sight. then just leaning on the whip and serving face for a few mins before dipping. nary a word spoken just there for the love of the game and to remind liv that he exists n still wants her sooooo bad 😭

[harrisonbrainrot]

Why he look so menacing?? Like damn why you mad? Wanna fuck about it?

[geesegeneral]

... I may have a thing for cowboys.

He's my 2nd fave spiderman behind Noir, he's just so bbg. I love him so much.

Yk what they say: save a horse, ride a cowboy

Original image under the cut:

Source: Big Enough:

[junebugtwin]

:-(