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[potato-lord-but-not]

Hello I am tipsy at a wedding and my first thought was "boy oh boy looking at potatolord ard would fuck right now". So I proceeded to show the two grooms fan art of eldtrich entity and polycule getting it on sloppy style. They said your art has a certain "homey" feel. Don't ask me what that means I am off to dance and drink more. Cheers

I’m fucking speechless

[ninyard]

Yes that one !! I love it and in general I always love your wips

okay awesome so. this is from an ask i have had stored in my drafts and it’s a little ficlet snippet thing about how Kevin and Jeremy hooked up when he was trying to figure himself out (ft the two of them getting a little high and making bad decisions). it’s not finished so like if you want more pls ask but i’m glad to clear it out of my drafts!! enjoy <3

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I don't know when or where in the timeline this falls, how it'd work with Riko but as an idea, let's imagine there's a point where Kevin was in California. Maybe Riko was there but left Kevin alone, or there was a reason why he was able to be there alone, but somehow it happened. Him and Jeremy weren't as close as they should be, because even though they texted often enough, they rarely got a chance to hang out in person. So when Jeremy invited Kevin out for dinner and a drink after a photoshoot or an interview or something, Kevin agreed.

At this point in his life Kevin was struggling through a bit of an identity crisis in a general sense; he was starting to wonder if Riko was holding him back, starting to wonder if he was missing out on normal teenage experiences because of the Nest and his "fame". He had hardly had a chance to explore his relationship with sex, either, mostly choosing to keep to himself rather than hooking up with his teammates. It's not that he didn't have an interest, it was that he didn't know what he wanted, or who he wanted, or what it meant in the first place. Riko had never treated it as a big deal, unimportant and mediocre, something to get a release or revenge - but some part of Kevin felt like it was more important than Riko lead him to believe. Some part of Kevin felt like he was missing something, like there was just this part of himself that he didn't understand, that he hadn't had a chance to understand. Who was he when he wasn’t with Riko? He wasn't too sure.

But anyway - Kevin finally found this opportunity to hang out with Jeremy. Maybe at that point in their friendship Jeremy hadn't explicitly told Kevin that he was gay yet, and while they were sitting at a table having dinner with a glass of wine each that Kevin hadn't touched, the two of them just caught up with each other. The topic of dating came up in the natural flow of conversation. Jeremy was using a lot of they's and generic non-gendered terms, but Kevin didn't really notice. Jeremy told Kevin that he was gay, surprised that he couldn't tell - Kevin smiled awkwardly through it, but a part of his brain couldn't stop wandering. Couldn't stop wondering.

They enjoyed their dinner, laughing a lot, getting on like a house on fire. They were more like each other than they realised - when they weren't talking about Exy, their conversations just rolled on, one topic into the next, no awkward pauses (save for the long silence that Kevin had accidentally allowed when Jeremy told him about his sexuality).

Jeremy asked him if he wanted company walking back to his hotel, but they found themselves paused in conversation outside of a club. Kevin had never been clubbing before. He pretended that he had been, if the conversation came up, but he'd never been allowed.

"Can we go in?" Kevin asked before he could stop himself.

"In-" Jeremy turned to look at the club. It was quiet - only lights on inside convincing them that it was open. He looked back at Kevin with a mischievous smile. "You want to go to the club?" Kevin shrugged. "Okay, well, it's like 7pm, party animal."

"So?" Jeremy laughed at his question as if it were a joke.

"Why don't we go back to mine? Have a drink or two, and then we'll find somewhere actually good to go to. This place sucks." He winked at Kevin, but Kevin didn't understand the joke. "Maybe I can convince a few of the others to come. It's not every night you get to go clubbing with Kevin Day."

"The others?"

Don't worry, he'd told Kevin. You'll like them.

Kevin tried not to be overwhelmed by the sudden noise and presence of other people around them - Jeremy didn't live with them, and it wasn't actually his place, it was just where he slept for most of the academic year. No, it wasn't the amount of people around him that felt suffocating. That took him a while to admit. Sure, the anxiety that came from new people hanging out around him was huge, but that wasn't it. Laila Dermott and Catalina Alvarez had been dating for a few months. He was... outnumbered. Or was he? If he thought about it too much, he'd-

"Vodka," Laila held two bottles out in front of him as Cat chose an album for them to listen to. "Or tequila?"

"Oh," Kevin said. "I don't drink. I'll just have some water."

"Did I hear that right?" Cat gasped, and the music started. She danced towards the bottles of alcohol as she spoke. "You want to go clubbing, and you don't drink?"

"Who doesn't drink?" Jeremy arrived at the door of the living room, changed into something more casual.

"Kevin." Laila answered, taking a shot from the cap of the bottle of tequila.

"You don't drink?" Jeremy crossed his arms, and looked down at Kevin, who sat on the couch, wondering if he'd made a smart decision.

"No," He shook his head, a lift and a fall in his shoulders, an excuse on his tongue. "Not my thing."

"And you want to go clubbing?"

I've never been, he wanted to say, but instead he said, "Do you think I can't have fun without alcohol?"

Jeremy's mouth opened slightly, and he nodded slowly with a frown as if he was surprised by that answer. As if he’d said something he shouldn’t have, maybe. He wasn’t sure.

"Well, alright then."

It was an hour or two of hanging out before the time was more appropriate. Jeremy had given him a t-shirt that was more comfortable to wear out, and he'd shut his phone off. It wasn't the right thing to do, he knew he'd pay for it afterwards, but something in him needed to be free. Even just for a few hours. Even if he'd regret it in the morning.

They didn't have to queue for long to get into the club itself - the queue for the bar inside was not so kind. It was a club that Jeremy had chosen. Kevin was terrified that someone would recognise him, but if anyone did, they didn't say anything. Jeremy arrived back at the table they'd found with two glasses in both hands, he slid them in front of the girls, and pushed one towards Kevin.

"It's just sprite," Jeremy clarified before he could ask. "Nothing else."

Their glasses were replaced twice over the course of an hour, while Kevin sipped on the drink that he really hadn't wanted in the first place. He couldn't tell them that he also didn't drink soda of any kind, so he pushed through and emptied it slowly. The music was loud, and as more people filled into the club, onto the dancefloor, his anxiety got harder and harder to ignore. Cat and Laila left at one point to dance, and Jeremy slid in closer to him.

"Can I ask you something?" Jeremy finished the end of his drink before slamming it back on the table.

"Only if I can ask one back." Kevin smiled, shrugging his shoulders.

Jeremy thought about it for a moment. He shifted in his seat to sit facing him, and leaned his elbow on the table.

"Fair deal. Kevin Day," He clasped his hands together. "Be honest with me, is this your first time in a club?"

Kevin's smile faltered, but he couldn't help but laugh. "I didn't think it was that obvious."

"Wait," Jeremy’s mouth dropped open. "Wait, wait, wait. You're not kidding." He held out a pinky finger and Kevin laughed again. "Is that the truth?"

Kevin moved in his seat, and hooked his finger around Jeremy's. "100%"

"That's insane," Jeremy shook his head. "I thought..." He tightened his grip around Kevin's finger. Kevin felt the breath hitch in his throat. "You have never once been in a club." He phrased it like a question.

"I swear," Kevin let go of his finger. "Not even once."

Jeremy laughed and clapped his hands together like this was the most amusing thing he'd ever heard. "Well, I'm honoured, Kev. Tell Riko that he needs to have more fun."

Kevin looked at the ground. He couldn’t tell him, of course he couldn’t. He trusted Jeremy, with more than he would ever know, but his offhand joke left an unsavoury taste in Kevin’s mouth, like he was only reminding him what a bad decision he was making.

"So," Jeremy pulled his consciousness back to the table. "What was yours?"

"My what?"

Jeremy smiled wide, his teeth bright and shining. "Your question."

Kevin sighed. "How did you know that you were gay?"

Kevin didn't think it was intentional how quickly Jeremy's smile fell off his face. Jeremy straightened up, took a deep breath, lips pouting as he thought.

"Okay," He considered. His mouth opened once, twice, as he searched for the right words to say. "You... Okay. Why do you ask?" Before he could answer, he waved his hands in front of him. "I'll answer, there's nothing wrong with that question, Kev, but just... Why do you want to know?"

Kevin looked away. He paused before mumbling, "I don't know."

He looked towards the bar and then back to Kevin.

"Can I get a drink first?" Kevin nodded. "And you're sure you don't want one?"

"I'm sure. Thank you." Jeremy slapped the seat between them and pushed himself up, making a beeline towards the bar.

Kevin had too much time to think in the few minutes he was gone. There was no sign of the girls coming back any time soon, either, and he felt like he was going to be sick just picturing how he would figure this out. Some part of it felt like this was his only shot - like he didn't have the space to feel safe enough with anyone else, like a stranger was too dangerous to trust with such a secret. But Jeremy was Kevin's friend, someone who knew who he was. Jean was different; he was still stuck in those four walls, stuck in that inescapable prison. He couldn't explain it - the only other person in the world who knew the side of Kevin that he'd been forced to hide, and he didn't feel like this was... okay. He didn't feel like this was safe in Jean’s hands, no matter how wrong that feeling was. But Jeremy?

He wasn’t sure that there was a point to having this conversation now, having it with Jeremy. But knowing that he was certain, certain in himself, comfortable enough to answer this question in the first place, that was the point.

"Okay," Jeremy said while he sat his glass down and took a sip. "I don't think that I can answer your question."

The disappointment that filled Kevin’s chest was uncomfortable. "That's fine. I didn't mean to-"

"No, wait, let me finish," He interrupted. "I can't answer your question because I didn't... I always knew. I didn't have a lightbulb moment or a gay awakening. But not everybody figures it out like that. Cat dated guys until she was 17, Laila knew when she was 12. There's not just one answer, Kev. Do you..." He let out a short frustrated sigh and lowered his voice. "Do you think-"

"No." Kevin answered before he could ask. He was too quick, he knew that, he knew that Jeremy could see right through him. But he waited for him to continue, and there was nothing he could say.

Jeremy put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed. "Talk to me."

The sigh that left his lips was automatic. "I'm not sure what I want to know."

Jeremy tapped his fingers on the side of his glass. He used his other hand to wave at the girls, who'd caught his attention from the dance floor. He gestured at the table. The girls bounced over, hand-in-hand, and Jeremy said something to Laila that Kevin couldn't quite hear. She frowned slightly but nodded, pulling Cat onto the seats with her, Jeremy squeezing past to stand up.

He gestured for Kevin to follow.

It was hard to navigate through the crowds of people without losing Jeremy, or feeling like he was going to have a heart attack, but he used his shoulders to push his way through. Jeremy took a sharp turn to the left just as the crowd broke, and Kevin had walked through the door to the toilets before he realised where he was. Jeremy looked around just once, and when the single man who stood at the urinals left without washing his hands, he shoved Kevin into one of the stalls and locked the door behind them.

The walls around them felt like they were getting closer and closer together. His heart was pounding so hard he felt like there was no room left in his chest for him to breathe. Kevin looked at Jeremy's lips as he rooted for something in his jeans.

"This isn't-" He started to protest.

Jeremy shushed him with a finger over his lips. "What are you afraid of?"

"I don't know."

"What are you open to?"

"I dont know what that-"

"When do the Ravens test?"

Kevin's mouth fell open. "What?"

Jeremy's shoulders fell as he tilted his head. "You live on campus through the summer, no?" Kevin nodded. "And you still have practice?" He nodded again, but when he tried to ask what was happening, Jeremy continued. "When do you pee in a cup, buddy, when do you guys get tested?"

"August."

"Okay," Jeremy paused to listen, to be sure that nobody had come in. "Is this a conversation you want to have sober?"

"I'm really fucking confused, Jer." Kevin strained.

"I can tell," He put a hand on Kevin's shoulder. "But is this a conversation that you, my brilliant, talented friend, want to have sober?"

"No," He said, but he wasn't sure why he said it. "But I don't drink."

Jeremy looked at him and smiled. Kevin knew that smile was coming, small and kind, reassuring while pitiful.

What Kevin wasn't expecting, was for his fellow striker, deputy captain of the USC Trojans, to take a small plastic bag from his pocket, and hold it out in front of him. Kevin didn't need to know what exactly it was to know that it was illegal, that it was mind altering, and that he should nod politely and say no.

"What is it?" He whispered instead, afraid to get caught.

"Molly," He answered. "You don't have to.”

He looked at Kevin for a moment too long, tilting his head and looking towards the ceiling as if listening to who was walking in and out of the washroom around them. He reached into his pocket again, and tucked the keys to his house in his palm in such a way that they wouldn’t rattle, dipping one of them into the open baggie.

“What is it?” Kevin asked again.

Jeremy finally looked at him like he was crazy. ��Don’t they have D.A.R.E in West Virginia?”

“I was homeschooled.”

“Jesus Christ,” Jeremy laughed, but not in such a way that felt comforting, or like anything funny had been said. It felt more like pity, like disbelief, like he’d finally realised how sheltered Kevin had been his whole life. “Okay. This is more educational that I’d planned for it to be.”

Before Kevin had noticed it, Jeremy had sniffed in an inhale of powder right in front of him. With the hand that held his keys, he held his septum and sniffed again, wiping any excess away.

“It’s an upper,” When Kevin just looked back at him, he continued, “It’s like… Makes you happy, like you’re on top of the world, Oh, and it’s like you’ve never known what true love is until you try it.”

“Okay.”

“Okay, you’ll try it, or okay, you understand?” Jeremy was cautious to be sure he understood.

“What’s the worst that could happen?” He said, out loud, though all he could imagine were the million and one ways this decision could blow up in his face.

[carouselcometh]

The Glass Coffin Mocktail! In honor of my most beloved and favorite Saw trap 5ever :)

[doorbel]

Hey uh. So I clicked this link. (It wasn’t on any of the previous episodes, I checked)

Which lead me to a normal website. Y’know links to social media pages, a list of current projects, the usual.

Except.

This button in the bottom right corner which I obviously push and eventually, after thoroughly annoying a disembodied voice, led me to this creepy shit.

So I’m certainly intrigued

[foursword-manga-fan-18]

Hey y’all, don’t stab me with the “ThAt’S nOt CaNoN” knife, but I made a Sploon Oc, well lemme just show you her concept note and her drawing.

Here’s the note:

Splatoon last human Oc that lives in alterna and is the one replaying the announcements over and over…

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(Uses she/ they cuz sometimes they don’t feel like being.)

Species: Human but with a lot of inkling/octoling/salmonid DNA mixed in cuz grizz thought it’d be fun to experiment on them while she was unconscious…(nothing bad, just DNA stuff and she didn’t feel anything til she woke up)

Abilities(for the experiment dna): is mostly all three at the same time but finds out they can shift between the three to fit in?? Lol idk..

How she survived: Somehow wasn’t hit by the falling rocket or the debris because of the chamber and the building they were in was somehow strong enough to withstand lots of heavy $#!¡ getting dropped on it and alterna being flooded and she remember being like, 7 or 8when they went into cryo-sleep then woke up in their early to mid teen’s SUPER CONFUSED AND SCARED.

(Likes small chamber/closet like spaces cuz she finds them comforting.)

And here’s her drawing! (And also a color ref too lol)

(The extra, darker colors are for a softer lined look on her line art! ☺️)

SHES SO SILLY, PRETTY, BEAUTIFUL, STUNNING, GORGEOUS AND I LOVE HER!

IF ANYONE DISRESPECTS HER, I WILL THROW THEM INTO SPACE (/hj)

(I’ll draw her skeletal structure at some point cuz I have a real cool idea for it!)

[dipperscavern]

doctor: oh, you’re awake well, your teeth are finished-

cregan: oh OH where’s my dick at!?

🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️

accidental bottom surgery ?! (i eated it)

[rosalinesurvived]

Bsd + Greek Tragedy

[toujouhidetora]

robin smiling fondly at franky while he’s just having the time of his life leaving a bunch of marines to drown so they can use the ship to escape lololo

[landhoe-norris]

I’ve never had tomato soup and I really wanna try it but my parents told me that it’s disgusting and no one likes if so now I’m second guessing putting my time and energy into making it so pls tell me if you like it or not 😭😭

[prozac-shaped-urn]

I just read this fic and now I want to do a whole thesis on humiliation/degradation kinks. I think I finally understand how it works.

Because a place of comfort is easiest to work from, that’s where all kink dynamics start. In humiliation play, a place of comfort is a place of pain and negativity but the sub doesn’t have to do a lot of emotional gymnastics to overcome insecurities to get to a place of positivity. The sub gets to stay in that comfortable spot.

So it’s like the devil you know vs the devil you don’t. You’re more comfortable with the devil you know and even though the negativity comes with the human connection, that need is still fulfilled. The need for true, honest, intimate human connection is sated. That itch is scratched.

And maybe it comes as a surprise! Maybe the realization of needing human connection is something that’s been suppressed for so long that it’s shocking when it happens. It’s like “What the fuuUUUCCCKKKKKK WHERE HAS THIS CONNECTION BEEN AND WHAT DO I CLASSIFY THIS EMOTION AS??? I WANT MORE!!!!!!”

On some twisted level, the negative words and emotions are a positive and loving gift the Dom gives to the sub. The Dom doesn’t try and make the sub do a bunch of emotional jumping jacks to get to a place of receiving positive words, and that act is loving and extremely generous. It gives the sub an easier and more comfortable place to receive the human connection which is so desperately needed.

But also I think in the case of RomanGerri, Rome clearly doesn’t know the human connection is needed but Gerri also doesn’t know she could possibly fulfill something for Rome and she takes on that role as a combo giver/recipient. She feeds Rome’s attention and ego and is fed by that in turn. And that’s flattering. And heady. And it gives her power which she enjoys having in her back pocket.

I don’t personally believe she’s cruel or a true sadist in calling him names and telling him he’s worthless. I think she knows he’d get spooked if she cooed at him and praised him, but he needs to have that connection. And the comfortable place for him to receive that connection is by being called a slime puppy.

KINK PSYCHOLOGY IS FUCJING WILD BRO

[mobgoblin]

Queued right up for it

[everoutoftouch]

If you have Spotify reblog this and tag what your number one song on your “on repeat” playlist is.

[color-ns]

Sometimes tweeter people know their stuff- this is the right kind of toxic angst I want to read.

[frankierotwinkdeath]

Y’all want Taylor Swift to be gay so bad but you won’t even write femslash about her

[chaichai-draws]

Personally I think that Telemachus permanently and irreversibly changed Athena for the better, more on that at twelve