#it came to me in a shower

[alien-bottle]

Kars: NO!! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO OBEY ME!!

The Seven Stones of Aja:

[g0g0at]

So so tempted to write a character analysis about John experiencing and managing negative emotions like jealously and fear because those are just as important on his path to humanity as any other one. And they are the kind of emotions that he would have NEVER experienced as the King. Cause the King is an all powerful being who can basically have whatever he wants. And when he doesn’t he goes for bones.

Will include Yellow of course because of the whole “Why does he care about you?” thing

[nihilizzzm]

the fellowship and their hot drink of choice

basically another thing i am a whore for which is coffee shop au

Frodo: he doesn’t have permanent preference, he drinks what he feels like, he wants coffee: coffee it is. Tea? Here u go. Anything else? Sure

Sam: hot chocolate, he loves it with spices and cream, like this real real chocolate, not fuckin nesquik powder, real chocolate

Pippin: milkshake. Fuck hot stuff. He hates coffee and thinks tea is boring af. He always takes the biggest one with cherries on top and a lot of cream. Boromir is judging him, Pippin doesn’t care, he’s happy with his milkshakes

Merry: he wants to be intimidating, he orders black coffee but puts horrendous amount of sugar in it. Not like a lot but A LOT, it’s undrinkable for anyone except him

Gimli: everyone thinks he’s black coffee guy but he loves his frappe. Like- he is sure about his masculinity u know? And a frappe is not making him any less manly man, so he is not ashamed of it. He proudly fights toxic masculinity with his colourful straws and chocolate syrup on top

Legolas: bro drinks redbulls what more can i say. Thranduil is paying for them, boujee bitch. That’s why Legolas is always like if he’s doing coke

Aragorn: he prefers tea. He’s not mad at coffee but Elrond taught him this way and it was important part of his childhood. Green tea especially, he always makes some for everyone when they meet, lovely man

Boromir: my guy’s doing espresso shots like it’s vodka. Rly, i don’t think he got his 8 hours of sleep like ever, he is driven by caffeine. At some point he can hear all smells of colours. He loves coffee tho, like really, and when Aragorn makes him sit down for a moment he enjoys a big cup of black americano with a cookie

Gandalf: he has this very very specific order. Like the crazy old hippie man kind of order, every step has to be done exactly as he says, and it’s a sweet hot coffee with oat milk and shit, just really extra. He always leaves a big tip tho, always. And he’s extra nice to everyone at the coffee shop

[pencildragons]

any guy can be a husband but it takes a real man to be a house wife

is this anythign

[gothiclit]

male romantic poet voice. my biological clock is ticking i need to fuck off to die in a random european town

[cowardlykrow]

Stop light shenanigans

Extra:

[shushmal]

The latest Family Video customer is barely through the door before Eddie explodes, "Ugh, Tyler."

Beside him, Steve scoffs in agreement, nose wrinkled with distaste. He's so hot. "Yeah, exactly, uugh."

"That should be his middle name. Ugh," Robin chimes in. Eddie's so glad they're in agreement about the bleach-spiked punk guy that graduated three years ago but is still bumming around Hawkins. "Steve, I can't believe you dated that guy."

Seriously, Tyler is the worst— Wait, what—?

"Wait," Eddie says, gaping at Robin. "What?"

"You could barely call it dating," Steve huffs.

"You were together for a month and a half," Robin says. She's got this evil grin on her face and is pointedly not looking at Eddie who is very desperate for Robin to look at him right now, please. "You drove that bum to Indy every weekend. He broke up with you on Valentine's day."

Eddie's weak "Tyler? Tyler Teaks?" gets completely ignored.

"I—" Steve says with haughty emphasis. "—broke up with him on Valentine's day. Don't get it twisted, Buckley."

Robin snorts and finally glances at Eddie. "Steve only broke up with him because the guy blew him off. On Valentine's Day. Which is basically getting broken up with," she tells him, and ignores it when Eddie whimpers at her.

"Yeah, but I'm the one to ended it!" Steve insits.

Eddie, finally, finds his voice, and says, "Tyler Teaks?! Harrington!"

"Ugh," Steve says, slumping against the counter. "I know." He cuts a glare over at Eddie after a moment. "I blame you for this."

"Me?!" Eddie shrieks, incredulous. He's pretty sure he's stepped into another parallel world. Perpendicular world? A world where Steve apparently dates guys—and guys like Tyler Teaks, no less. Eddie's sure he's gone completely batshit insane. "What the hell did I do?!"

Steve stands, cocking his hip the side, and looks down his handsome nose at Eddie. "You wouldn't be my New Year's kiss at Tina's party," he says. "So I had to settle for Tyler Teaks instead."

"What the fuck?" Eddie says, completely lost. "What—? You—? Tina—? KISS—?!"

Beside them, Robin is grinning, laughing, eyes going back and forth between them, munching on a stolen back of skittles—her own personal dramedy on stage before her.

"Yep," Steve says, popping the P. He looks distinctly bitter. "Pulled my best moves on you, and you turned me down."

"Steve," Eddie breathes. He reaches out, places both hands on Steve's shoulders, intent. The eye contact he forces Steve into is desperate. "I don't even remember getting to Tina's New Year's Party." He takes a deep breath. "I woke up in her mom's pantry the next morning with no shoes and no memory of how I got there."

Finally, Steve cracks, a big smile stretching his face. Robin cackles. "Yeah, I kind of figured as much," Steve sighs, wistful now. "You told me, and I quote, 'Steve Harrington, you are very beautiful and I want to have a summer wedding because you'd look beautiful-er with sunflowers'—"

"Don't forget the 'you look so hot in that sweater' part."

"—'But actually, I am a very straight man. So very super straight.' And then you crouched down on the floor and crawled away." Steve is biting his lip now to keep from laughing. Robin is not so nice. "Like I couldn't see you, and the handkerchief flagging in your pocket."

"Oh my god."

"Don't worry, it was really cute," Steve says, grinning. "But, I still needed a New Year's kiss, and unfortunately for everyone involved, Tyler was my only willing choice."

"Oh my god."

"Totally duped me though, he was super sweet the entire night," Steve sighs. His mouth is twisted into genuine regret now. "Plus, the next week, you acted like you'd never spoken to me before, so—"

"OH MY GOD."

Steve and Robin give him twin grimaces. Robin's is a lot more sympathetic. Steve's is confused. "Listen, man," Steve tries to soothe. "I'm sure that's pretty embarrassing, but it was a cute story! No hard feelings, I promise."

Robin's sympathetic grimace deepens.

"No," Eddie says, standing up straight. "I refuse. There is no way I turned down Steve Harrington for a New Year's kiss. There is no way."

"Wait—"

"Eddie, where—"

Eddie marches for the door, digging his keys out of his pockets. "Good-bye friends, I must go see a supergirl about time travel."

[aghostwithnoname]

Every queer friend group must include (Dragon Age/ Baldur's Gate edition)

The goodest golden retriever boyfriend ever who has a ‘you’re dead to me’ relationship with his noble dad and will always sacrifice himself to save the people he loves

A “whore” who does not know the meaning of true intimacy after years of exploitation and torment but still tries to stay silly

A church girl who has an insanely intense love for both god and pussy

A grandma sick of your bullshit who can and WILL beat your ass

A magical cat dad ready to blow up

A powerful bitchy goth lesbian with sad eyes and mommy issues

An asexual agender queer who once moonlit as a lawn ornament and developed an unhealthy aversion to pigeons afterwards

A tough lovable warrior with trust issues who just wants a hug and probably also to get laid

A stoic foreign tourist who really loves big swords but hates talking about their emotions

The bestest boy

a bear that will finish you off one way or another

[chinelacanta]

“marineford au with luffy would be very angsty” is a 100% true statement but also i think he’d get on sengoku’s nerves so much he’d just toss him out of there

[moonlitkissing]

I want to ruin a boy with a mean domme friend soo badd

Poor thing being stuck between my praise and her degradation, not knowing who to listen to - maybe my friend gets really pushy, throws him around a bit, fucks him from behind until his head lands in my lap and she drags his face right to my center, telling him that good whores know their place without being shoved there first, and that he better hurry up

Meanwhile, I'm cradling his face and asking him if he wants to be my good boy, and wipe the tears from his cheeks - tell him how pretty he looks all fucked out like this and how good those cute whimpers would sound smothered between my thighs, don't you think, pretty boy?

Just - torturing a sweet boy for a bit

[dawnofiight]

I offer to the public: Black Sam!

So. Erm. :D

Peep the way I didn't feel like doing plaid

Taglist:

@achios

@angel-shaw (I just felt like you should be @ ed for this particular drawing-)

@ashertickler

@aurorialwolf

@dukecollinsbf

@infinitelovewiithoutfulfilmentt

@moronkyne

@pandoraroid

@plaqying

@porters-fangs

@professionallyyappinabtangst (I literally just showed you this)

@puffin-smoke

@skunkox

@starlogician

@sunsickcrab

@themeridian

@tunacatfishes

@www-dot-why-are-you-here-dot-com

@zimix-whispers

[deelovesbooks]

ko-fi

[syntiment]

Cicada shells and missed opportunities A song that cries out to be heard.

In some ways, Starscream reminds me of a Cicada. Will I ever stick to drawing a consistent design for him? Probably not. At least he looks cool.

[darby-rowe]

୨୧; rafe cameron decided to come over

18+ | nsfw | mdni

cw fem!reader, slight dubcon, gagging on fingers, usage of the word “bitch”, creampie

you were forgetting something. rafe had you pinned down with vice grips on your forearms and something kept nagging at the void in the back of your mind. it was plans you had made. important plans, you couldn’t remember.

it was always like this when rafe shoved his tongue inside your mouth, already feeling his bulge ready to bust out of his jeans as he ground against your pelvis like some salivating, hungry dog. it made your mind into a white room. already so dumb with your brain cloudy and unwilling to cooperate with your smart mind.

smart girl you were, but rafe liked you brainless.

brainless, like how your eyes went blank and glassy as his large cock sank deep inside you. the muttering that flooded out of his mouth seemed to enter your ear then out the other, but you could make out him saying stuff along the lines of, “fuck, such a good pussy. such a good fuckin’ pussy.”

rafe wasn’t a gentle lover, either. he fucked you hard and deep, making sure your cervix knew the head of his cock like you knew the back of your hand. gripping your jaw so tight it made you whimper, he told you to “open wide, baby” before shoving his fingers far down your throat in an attempt to emulate the gargling noises you made when his dick was in your mouth.

the sound of knocking at your front door and notifications from your phone coaxed your brain back from its cock-drunk fog. rafe was quick to slap your hand away when you went to grab for your phone, taking it in his own hand and forcing the screen in your face to activate its face id.

“here,” rafe read your text messages with a perplexed yet intrigued tone to his voice. “it’s your friends. seems like they’re at the front door, but don’t worry. ’m almost done with ya. they can have ya after me,”

carelessly, rafe tossed your phone onto your carpeted bedroom floor and quickened the pace. “gonna dump my load in this pussy — mmh — then you can run off with your friends, yeah? c’mon, don’t get all shy now. what? your friends don’t know how you take my dick every single fucking day? don’t get all fucking quiet on me now, bitch. this pussy is mine,”

with you, it didn’t take long for rafe to shoot his warm cum deep inside you, filling you up and letting him watch as his seed oozes out of you. the cleanup was subpar at best, and your hair and makeup were fucked up after spending precious time on making yourself look nice.

god, you hated how inconsiderate rafe could be about your social life that wasn’t entirely about him. like clockwork, however, rafe always decided to come over at the worst times.

[righteous-r0de0]

david who has a personal lawyer and a habit of regularly making sure his affairs are legally in order should he meet an untimely end. after his father’s death, he figured it was the least he could do for his mate and his pack.

none of the pack know about it, but it names asher to be first considered for alpha and angel to remain part of the pack, regardless of his fate. all of his physical possessions have a pretty even 50/50 split between asher and angel, except all pack properties and the company, which will be left to milo. anything physical left of his dad’s will go to darlin.

he combs through the will with his lawyer at least once a year, if not, twice

he visited his lawyer directly after the inversion to double, triple, quadruple check that everything was in order and that his mate and family will be taken care of, even if he can’t be the one to do it.

[obligatoryjauneblog]

Marrow: Hey, newbie.

Jaune: Yeah?

Marrow: You think Specialist Schnee's carpet matches the drapes?

Jaune: W-what?!

Marrow: I mean, yeah she has white hair but dark eyebrows so-

???: Ahem.

Marrow: Oh gods have mercy...

Winter: Marrow, please see General Ironwood and explain to him why you'll be scrubbing toilets this weekend.

Marrow: Yes, ma'am...

Winter: As for you, Arc.

Jaune: Y-yes, ma'am?

Winter: Want to see if the carpet matches the drapes?