#im bursting into flames

[doctorjohcoy]

ive watched the diner scene with neil and vincent so many times im now getting recommended videos w robert de niro in them, i hope i shatter

[spooksier]

four losers in a basement reading spooky stories

☆ prints | comics ☆

[critterbitter]

The kids visit the Virbank Complex during the biyearly magnemite migration!

Much like thirteen year olds left to their own devices, the nimbasa trio can and will get into shit like raccoons into trash.

Masterpost

[iilmunchkiin]

Hey chat it's early in the morning rn and I lkmfdfdsfd,fsddsfdsdfs m,b fngfdffdgdfdhjghkhkutjg,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

filler art for another project

[oppositemangos]

Eating oppo art whole OMNOMNOM

Anyway consider: Zane cooling off Kai when he overhears from using his powers too much? 👀

Additionally , perhaps for fluff, baking shenanigans :D

Kai constantly needs to cool off, luckily Zane is the definition of cool :3

I HOPE THESE FIT THE REQUEST

I didn't really know how to draw him cooling Kai off but we ball (•̀ᴗ•́) و ̑̑

[liminaldaydreams]

I get so mad when I think about Asterion, the minotaur. Like, if someone offered me a free cow baby I'd have scooped him up so fucking fast. I'd have raised him right. Like RIP Minos you piece of shit I'd have raised him right and it wouldn't have involved locking him in a dark labyrinth to feed on humans. NEITHER COWS NOR HUMANS EAT HUMANS LIKE WHY THE FUCK WERE YALL FEEDING HIM HUMANS. Like, he's starving so he'll eat whatever you give him but like come on. Y'all did that to yourselves. Asterion my precious baby boy you would have been a perfect son to me. I wrote a college essay about this and got an A if you even care. "He wouldn't suckle at my breast" HE WAS WEANED BITCH WTF YALL JUST GAVE UP AND THREW HIM IN A MAZE??? GIVE HIM SOME GRASS OR A SALAD OR SOMETHING MOTHERFUCKER HES A COW. "He's a monster sent to curse me by the gods" SKILL ISSUE SKILL ISSUE SKILL ISSUE MINOS IM GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU. If we meet in the afterlife it's on sight you piece of shit deadbeat dad wtf.

[bogdreamz]

old tervo sketches i never posted sorry i was like feverishly pacing around all day

[moonilit]

these two are not having any “Leisure” time they are liars

[broken-egg-yolk-blog]

harley didn’t see his big brother for months after he went off on his big quest on the argo ii. the next time he sees leo, it’s over within minutes.

[delopsia]

love all the older rhett this older bob that but do you know what i really really reallyyyy want? older rhett and older bob at the same time

Every gear in my head just came to a screeching halt, Jesus christ.

Oh, to be the controversially younger s/o of Admiral Robert Floyd and Pro Bullrider Rhett Abbott 😔✌ could you IMAGINE?

The whispers that follow as you mosey into the Hard Deck in some cute little outfit that breaks every Navy regulation imaginable, intentionally too short to get under Bobby's skin. Nobody's got the slightest clue who you are, where you came from, or who your heart might belong to, but oh, they're trying to get your attention. For a moment, the bar is loud.

But then you're walking right up to Admiral Floyd and planting yourself in his big, warm lap, and the room deflates. Scandalized whispers and wide eyes eating up the way your fingers comb through the whisps of gray in his hair. Bob knows what they're all thinking, and yet all he cares about is showing you off. This pretty thing snuggled up in his lap, playing with his hair while his big hand rubs up and down your thigh.

Oh, but that's not the end of it because there's an arena a few miles away hosting the PBR that night, and everyone is going. It's the one new, fun event of the year, and it's got the attention of the whole town. Eyes are already on you after your stunt at the bar. Even as you settle down in the bleachers, you can feel those nameless pilots paying attention to your every move.

Then Rhett fucking Abbott, rough and tumble cowboy who's been making headlines for his looks all season, comes bursting out of the chute. Rides some beast of a bull to his eight seconds, disappears for a few rides, then reappears up in the stands. Him and his salt and pepper scruff, kissing up on you and Bobby, big hands squeezing your hip and Bob's lithe waist.

Ugh, it's all over a local news outlet the next morning, and both men are so damn well established that nobody can do a damn thing about it. It would take three to pick up Bob's workload, and not one of those bull riders has been able to match Rhett's latest records. And they know it.

But they're so good with you. Protective but not overly so, the power lies in your hands, and they're more than content to fall into the places you need them to. Whether that be shouldering forward to have a word with someone who's been bugging you at the bar or sitting back and watching over you as you handle it yourself.

Sometimes, they struggle to keep up with your terms and references, but they do try their best to make up for the age gap. It makes for an interesting dynamic; their biggest worry is accidentally alienating you, which ends in countless movie nights so that you can understand each other's jokes. Introducing Rhett to modern applications and begging Bob to quit with the highly technical terms. Neither you nor Rhett understand what he's saying, and if he explains, it only gets worse.

Bob spoils you rotten; he's got more money than he knows what to do with, and you get whatever your pretty little heart wants. You haven't paid for a damn thing in years; you've tried, but even if you slip past the detection of one, you're caught in the crosshairs of the other.

On his long days, he'll send you and Rhett off shopping with his card, and you two always get up to something. It's been three months since Rhett sent that video of your pretty hips rolling against Rhett's new boots, biting at his thigh, whispering something that sounded like a plea for Bob to come home early.

Sometimes, he winds up with lewd photos of you riding Rhett in your new lingerie. Then there was that one time you two got an old Polaroid camera, stuffed the photos into a cute box, and sent it to his work to be delivered to him at his desk. That one ended in you and Rhett both limping, but it was so, so worth it. You're already working on your second batch of photos.

Rhett isn't as financially well-off, can't buy you all the bells and whistles, but he kisses you half to death and whispers the prettiest praises in your ears. He's snuggling you when you're both missing Bobby, and he's leaving you sweet messages while he's on a rodeo circuit, mailing small things that remind him of you and Bob. A hand-carved figurine of three running horses, hand-knit blankets from small-town shops.

Drives you two damn near mad with all those photos of his hard cock straining against his jeans, grunts your names over and over and over as he gets himself off to the sight of you and Bobby on his screen.

He loves making you two ride him. Whispering about how, "Want this ol' cowboy to teach ya how to ride, hm?" and making you work for it until your thighs are shivering. Draws you down to fall into his chest as he fucks up into you, too damn strong for his own good.

If you happen to be gone, then your phone never shuts up. They're a mess. One minute, you're rolling your eyes at a POV video of Rhett chasing Bob around the backyard for stealing his popsicle. The next, you're praying nobody overhears hears the secondary video of Rhett railing Bobby into the mattress, muttering about how "this coulda been you, but you're so far away, babydoll."

Its when you're together all at once, that you fully wear each other out. You would think they'd tire easily, but they could go for hours if they want to.

Sometimes they'll take turns with you, pumping you full of their cum and stepping back to let the other play with you for a while. At some point you have to tap out, batting their fingers away when they try to push it back into your spent pussy. It always ends in a need to change the sheets, because they make such a damn mess.

They're equally willing to let you take full control. Sitting on their knees at the foot of the bed, letting you haul them around by their hair and content to follow your every order. The sight of such powerful men at their most vulnerable is something else entirely.

But the best times are when you wake up snuggled between their big, warm bodies. Two pairs of blue eyes smiling fondly at the sight of you yawning, nuzzling into Rhett's broad chest, pulling Bob's arm tighter around you, asking for a few more minutes.

They both love you to death and will show you off as much as you'll allow of them. If you want to perch yourself on their arms for a big-title navy event or a PBR after-party, then that's what you'll get to do. But if you'd prefer to stay home, then they'll move heaven and earth to make sure they can share that with you, too. Regardless of the differences and the gaps between your ages, you'll be wrapped up in these two old men for a long, long time.

[lucksea]

ok well adding "wearing the faces of dead humans in memory of their honorable deeds without understanding that it could be seen as disrespectful" to a list of ultraman habits that make me feel fucking insane

[baeshijima]

"there's always a paradise that needs to be built. that vow is like the sun in the sky. perhaps i will melt and fall before reaching it. but some hardships i must endure."

no, sunday, YOU'RE the sun in the sky and i am the moth who will burn yearning to be near you.

[soffiisims]

1315

I do not know how to even begin to tell you, what I must tell. We have now lost both of our parents, Matti and I. They are gone.

Last night my brother Matti came running to tell me that our mother was unwell. She has not got up all day, he told me. We both knew, that she had been giving her meals to the children. Matti told me about it, but also told, that he has not said anything to stop her. They are his children in the end, and naturally Matti wanted them to have all the food we are able to give them. They need it the most. But it turned out, that mother has not been eating anything in days, or that is what my brother suspected.

So I left the children with Mats and followed my brother immediately to my childhood home. We came too late. Our mother was no longer. She was laying down on straws in the sauna, where Matti had carried her, so she could be in peace and not be bothered by the children. She was laying still and silent and pale. The whole house was in disorder. Valpuri was crying, the children were up and my father was so upset, he did not even notice our arrival at first. Oh, it was horrible!

Our father refused to leave mother alone. We tried to persuade him to come with us to the house and have some rest, but he absolutely refused. He was furious, that Matti went for me and not for our uncle, who could have given mother her extreme unction and a candle to burn. And now it was too late.

We left father alone with his sorrow and went to the house. We left the sauna door open, so mother's soul could get out. We decided it would be wise for me to stay the night and help washing mother next morning and prepare her for the deathwatch and the burial. We should remember to burn the straws, that mother was now laying on, so she would not stay and hunt the house.

We went to sleep in a great agony. I still could not quite understand, what had happened. It was over before I got to see her. I could hear my father crying out loud in the sauna. I thought I could feel my heart crush. I drifted to sleep without knowing, that our misery and grief was only beginning.

I woke up, when Matti was shaking my shoulder in the early hours of the morning.

"What is it?" I asked, when I saw my brother's eyes wide open. He looked terrified.

"He lighted up the sauna", he said.

"What? Who?" I said.

"The sauna is burning down. Father is in there", he answered. I jumped up and ran outside. Matti was right and I could see, that saving father from the flames was way too late. The whole building was covered with light and rumble. But I still I heard myself screaming:

"He is burning alive! We have to get him out of there!"

People were gathering from the nearby houses, men carrying water buckets with them. Everyone moved so slow. I dashed towards the fire, but then someone wrapped their arms around me and stopped me on my tracks.

"Let me go!" I screamed, "LET ME GO!"

The sauna burned many hours. For me it was all a blur after that. All that was left from the sauna my father had build was a pile of ashes and bones. My mother and my father side by side.

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Resources (about death in medieval Finland): Aalto, Ilari. Vuosi keskiajan Suomessa. p. 167–168.

[sentientsky]

so i’m cleaning out my room, right?? apparently i have not 1 not 2 not 3 but four (4) toolboxes (only one of which actually has tools in it). how many toolboxes is too many?? (i’m a lesbian btw if that helps)

[loregirlsam]

Ikr! Especially because he was not technically supposed to survive possession. He was supposed to die in the fight so who knows what kind of side effects he's gonna end up with. Maybe he's left with some of Lucifer's tricks. Like he snaps his fingers once and the person next to him is instantly vaporized. That would be very fun for me personally

that would also be very fun for me <3 i love when sam is in pain and i think accidentally vaporising/killing someone with his powers would cause so much guilt for him, but also fear that dean will once again see sam as something to be hunted like he told him in s4. @supamerchant left some interesting tags about his emotions affecting his powers, so the more upset he gets with himself the more his powers fuck things up, a never ending feedback loop overwhelming him to the point where he'd do anything just to make it stop. and maybe his desire to make it all stop is fuelled by hallucifer taunting him that its his own grace left inside sam that's causing all of this, and sam thought being lucifers vessel was bad but having his grace linger in him might be worse.

i promise i do like sam i just like causing him pain ♥