#just gonna hide this here

[localgiant]

When in doubt, post pictures of yourself shirtless!

[mammalsofaction]

Y'know what would be really funny? If each of the Flynn Fletcher siblings KNOW/have suspicions about Perry's secret, but they each keep it to themselves for individual reasons. It's been pointed out before that Perry can get REALLY reckless sometimes, and other times the boys are too clever/know Perry way too well.

-CANDACE has actually seen and interacted with Perry in secret agent mode, particularly during the time she thought she was high off her rocker and Perry had to save her from a self destructing volcano. She's had dreams where Perry was a secret agent in them.

-She doesn't bring it up or think about it much bc she just has like. A lot of other more pressing priorities most of the time, which is so valid. Also I lowkey thinks she suspects she's got a hallucination problem, like with the Zebra? I get why she doesn't talk about it out loud: she sounds crazy enough to her mother as is without suddenly talking about how their exotic pet is a sentient secret agent in a fedora.

-FERB figured it out almost immediately that day he and Phineas accidentally fell into Perry's lair and they pretended to be "secret agents" for the day. HE knows he didnt make that lair. Everything was almost toddler sized, but functionally and professionally equipped for a working adult. There were only two "P" s in the family, and it clearly wasn't Phineas. Also? Everything was Platypus themed. He put two and two together.

-I figure he doesn't talk about it bc he lowkey knows why Perry doesn't tell them. He and Phineas have a lot of faith in Perry, and Ferb is a lot less emotional. If Perry refuses to tell them about his double life and where he goes, hes just gonna trust him.

-Im pretty sure PHINEAS subconsciously knows about the secret agent thing. From where? Africa. He 💯 spotted Perry in secret agent mode on the other side of the gulf while hanging from that vine, and between his siblings Phineas is CLEARLY the one who knows what Perry looks like best. He can pick Perry out from colour and smell from every other brown eyed teal platypus in the entire tri-state area. He not only recognizes his paw prints: he knows Perry's healthy weight distribution on them to know whether or not hes injured or limping. Like....my boy can be oblivious and autistic 98% of the time, but Phin is also REALLY self aware and trusting of his own eyes and instincts.

-He doesn't talk about it because hes in denial 👍

[ursamajori]

god i love being SOOO obnoxious about my ocs everyone should be 50% more obnoxious about their ocs right neow

[cozylittleartblog]

diversity win your spam emails are queer

[yuridemon]

only one person i know that can outfreak clownpierce

[skzdorks]

[SKZ SONG CAMP] HOWL IN HARMONY ↳ ep.02 여름 왕자 ✗ lee know

[sysig]

can i ask for larry and kabu.... is it allowed......... if not i can ask for something else lol

Day 2 - Warm feelings

[fatedroses]

Chance encounters in Costa del Sol.

[atomicengineerdetective]

I've been watching Hazbin Hotel in prime. Just watched episode 5 and I gotta ask

Why, oh, WHY DON'T I SEE MORE PEOPLE TALKING ABOUT "MORE THAN ANYTHING" WHEN TALKING ABOUT THE HAZBIN HOTEL MUSIC???

Like I get it, the song before it "Hell's Greatest Dad" Is a bop reminiscent of other music from the era its parodying. I loved it.

BUT why are you only putting clips of that song when this MASTERPIECE comes a few minutes after

I honestly don't even know where to begin with this song. The visuals are beautiful, especially when we get moments like this where you can just see the absolute LOVE this man has for her daughter is so sweet and Heartwarming I just-

The voices are fenomenal but what else can you expect from the broadway talents of Erika Henningsen and Jeremy Jordan.

There is also the whole Symbolism with passing the baton to the next generation and stuff. I- I can't even get into the specifics right now Im too emotional.

But above all else THE LYRICS

ESPECIALLY THAT LAST ONE

"I'M GRATEFUL YOU ARE MY DAUGHTER/FATHER MORE THAN ANYTHING"

DO YOU WANT ME TO CRY?? CAUSE I AM. I AM BAWLING MY EYES OUT RIGHT NOW.

It's just so fucking beautiful man. Probably the best song I will hear all year. Obviously my favorite from Hazbin.

[dukeofthomas]

So in fancontent (idk how based it is in canon) you often see robin!jason era bruce&dick constantly arguing and getting into screaming matches, or rh!jason commenting on how they always used to do that.

So I really wish there wss more actual exploration on the effect that would have on him. It's always just quick throwaway lines or jokes, but never does anything really explore how it fucks up your relationships to always be expectinf another fight, to always be a bystander, to try and get along with each person independently and yet being scared to be around them bc you know at some point the yelling will come back. And the worst is when it's about you. It's not fun or comforting to know something you did or said caused an argument like that.

I just. More acknowledgment on the ways this could fuck up Jason's homelife and sense of safety please.

[belliesandburps]

Interactive - Favorite Burp Scenario

I need something to take my mind off the fact that we are home to the dumbest, most bigoted fucking assholes on this planet, and I feel like a lot of you probably feel the same way right now. So, how about another interactive game? Send me character requests via my askbox here and I will respond with my favorite burp scenario to imagine for them. (Note, ideally, keep it to characters I know or that you think I may know)

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 21

This past winter, Geralt grabbed a tower of books from the library and holed himself up in his room for practically the entire season. Eskel walks in one night, intent on just checking in on his brother, only to poke around and find that every book that Geralt is painstakingly studying is medical books, from how to deal with a sore throat to the most rarest of diseases. Eskel asks Geralt why he needs to know all of this, worried Geralt might be losing his mutagen-induced healing factor?! Is he getting sick!? Are his wounds not healing over time!? Oh GODS! Oh nvm- Geralt says he's fine :) He's reading all of this because... He met a human bard he wants to keep safe? Odd... Especially for Geralt... But whatever makes his brother happy! I just want a scene after some nice gay brotherly teasing that's like "Ow- Oh no.. Geralt, my arm was scratched by a branch. Hold on, I need to-" And geralt is like FROTHING and is like "WE NEED BANDAGES, THREAD, A NEEDLE, DISINFECTANT, NUMBING SOLUTION, AND I KNOW FOURTEEN DIFFERENT NATURALLY MADE POULTICES I CAN MAKE, AND I KNOW A HELPFUL SPELL A HEDGEWITCH CAN CAST AND-" "It's just a scratch, Gera-" "SHIT, SIT DOWN, I GOTTA FIX MY HUMAN BEFORE HE DIES AND I LOSE ONE OF THE ONLY GOOD THINGS IN MY LIFE"

[creaturefeaster]

whos ur smallest bird…. Or any animal!!

Slimer is my smallest bird, though I am selling her soon.

I also have two chicks right now (that I am also selling so I don't consider them mine) so technically they are the actual smallest birds I have right now.

As for smallest animal, over all, it's Pepper the tarantula

[kaiserouo]

i should stop

[lovelucilfer]

my beloved bestie in sin, @feitanporter dedicated a beautiful set of gifs to me. so in return, and after many a conversation about chrollo and his perfect nose, I have this to offer. part two to this post. and happy birthday to the king of thieves himself. 🕷🖤

In the bedroom Chrollo chuckles at the sight of your back turned to him, and is quick to close the distance. At the foot of the bed he smooths his palms over the skin of your bare arms, crossed in front of you, coaxing you to face him. The frown you wear is fake, wavering. You’re not nearly as good an actor as he is, and your body temperature is giving you away.

“You didn’t like it?” he teases, hooking a pale finger under your chin to make you look at him. He leans in then, until his lips are a hairsbreadth from your own, “I think the state of your panties is going to tell me otherwise.”

He watches with rapt attention and mirth, the way that you react to his words. Your body succumbing to lust, betraying the frustration you feel toward him at his calculated antics. How easy it is for him to put you in such a state of arousal. Fewer things in his life give Chrollo more satisfaction than to play with you like this. He’s thought often that your sweet desperation and unadulterated need for him are better than the spoils of any heist.

He can tell how needy you are by the way you fist the loose fabric of his sweatshirt to pull him nearer, providing him your thorough review of his little display from earlier with a deep kiss. You moan into his mouth and Chrollo thinks you must taste the sweetness of the citrus still lingering on his tongue. The sound of it goes straight to his cock. Though he's much more concerned with getting to taste you before doing anything else.

Chrollo guides you slowly until the backs of your legs knock against the mattress, urging you to sit at its edge as he continues to lick into your mouth with affection. The tips of his fingers flirt with the waistband of your sleep shorts before expertly hooking themselves into the satin, leaving your tank top and panties in place. With a helpful lift of your hips, being the ever careful and attentive lover that he is, he slides them down and off. He has half a mind to bring the piece of discarded clothing to his nose, but decides against it remembering he can go straight to the source. Sinking to the floor in front of you then, he rests his hands gingerly on both your knees. The authority in his stare makes you press your thighs together with heavy want and anticipation. He doesn’t miss it.

“Open them for me, sweetheart. Let me see.”

Calm and as patient as ever he squeezes gently. The encouraging touch prompting you to shift your weight back onto your elbows as you part your legs for him. Chrollo almost sighs at the sight, his mouth watering. You’re visibly wet. The thin, flimsy material of your underwear turned translucent where it sticks to you obscenely. Feeling the heat of his own arousal start to creep up his neck, he makes quick work of removing his sweatshirt, and moves to hold you open by the backs of your knees. You feel the hum of his approval as he kisses at the skin on the inside of your ankle, and then again at your thighs. The intimacy of the small action makes you swoon as your eyes follow his movements.

He can feel his blood run hot in his veins, rushing to his groin where he grows harder and harder in his slacks by the second the longer he looks at you laid out before him like this. Typically he is a man of quiet composure. But not with you. Not when he is mere inches away from your perfect pussy that’s soaked just for him. Not when you’re as intoxicating as you are. 

He pauses then, his gaze locking with yours for what comes next. Pressing his lips to the intricate lace, Chrollo kisses you over your panties before skillfully taking them off. Tightening his grip on your thighs to keep you still, he watches intently when you inhale a shaky breath before he lowers his mouth to you again. 

Chrollo’s tongue is warm and relentless. He knows where you’re weak. In all the time the two of you occupy each other’s company he spends a good amount of it keenly observing you, and the way that you observe him in return. It amuses him to know all the subtle ways that he can make you tick, to be acutely aware of the effect he has on you. Especially now as he watches you writhe on the edge of the bed while he eats you like a man starved. He can’t help but to smirk into the wet mess you make for him.

The lewd sounds of his mouth on your cunt cause your face and ears to burn with embarrassment, but the pleasure building in your core is wound tight. You can’t bring yourself to look away from him. Chrollo slurps at you greedily, the only way he knows how. He licks into you with a stripe from bottom to top, gathering everything you have to offer him at the tip of his tongue before spitting at your clit and watching it drip. When he pulls back to steal an indulgent glimpse of your fucked out expression, strings of saliva from his lips stay connected to you while his inky hair falls in front of his face. Reflexively you weave your fingers into it, bringing the beautiful cross tattoo adorning his forehead into view. You tug and a low moan slips from his lips. 

Eyes fixated on you, Chrollo suctions his mouth back to your pretty pussy. The rapid rise and fall of your flushed chest is not lost on him. He takes care to purposefully brush his nose against your sensitive clit, revelling in the way that you immediately squirm in response to the stimulation. The pointed tip of it is perfectly positioned as he lets his tongue swirl and delve lazily into your cunt. Your sweet sounds and broken cries of his name make his cock twitch and leak in his pants. Chrollo wants nothing more than to make your legs shake around his head.

You’re so close now, pending orgasm burning white hot in the pit of your stomach. He knows this all too well and works artfully, repeatedly pressing his beautiful nose to your clit like the future of the troupe depends on it. He’s dead set on making you cum, and all at once it’s too much. Because you are,

“C-cumming! -I’m cumming!” is a breathless, barely audible stutter on your lips.

The heat of it seemingly spiders across your body from the center out. Your back arching from the bed, hips rocking forward as both hands intertwine with Chrollo’s hair to desperately push his moaning mouth further into you, thighs trembling as you try not to close them too tightly. He has often entertained the thought of death and pondered all the ways in which he might meet it. But Chrollo is certain, if he were to die in this moment, suffocated face first in your pussy, he’d go happily. It would be more than worth it for the absolute glow that radiates from you when you finally release him from between your legs.

He can’t help but to smirk as he lets the expanse of his hands splay themselves over your still shaking thighs to soothe you. You’re staring at the ceiling, a layer of sweat glistening over your skin, panting from the orgasm he’s given you, and Chrollo thinks you’ve never looked prettier. He’s smug when he rises to his feet, expectant when you meet his unwavering, adoring gaze. An airy laugh leaves you as you roll your eyes at the dangerous man that you love in defeat. You know you have to answer him,

“I did like it.” 

The wicked smile he wears is coated in your slick, smeared cheek to cheek from loving you so well. Gentle as ever, Chrollo motions for you to shuffle back on the bed. He bends to take your hands in his own, bringing one of them up to his lips to press them to the soft skin of your wrist before interlocking your fingers and pinning them down. You find yourself craning your neck upward, mouth chasing his, needing to taste yourself on him. Pulling apart, his eyes rake over you, still hungry and dark,

 “I knew that you would, sweetheart.”

When Chrollo slots himself between your legs once more, hearing the surprised moan you give at the feeling of his still hard cock pressing into your thigh, he throbs in the confines of his slacks and makes a mental note to himself to be sure to buy more clementines.

[booasaur]

Willow (2022) - 1x01