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[mercymaker]

BALDUR'S GATE 3 COMPANIONS: A meme summary (insp.)

[chappellsroans]

I know how much you love your son. That's why I know you are gonna do what is right for him. Don't drag him down with you, Eddie.

[starscream-is-my-wife]

Pt 2 and the final part of LL Megatrons conversation with an aware G1 Starscream

this one wasn’t as dramatic as the first part but there’s only so much emotional vulnerability Screamer can do with his new free will heheh, thanks for all of the comments encouraging me! I’ve never drawn longer comics like these before and it’s pretty fun so hopefully I can improve with the next comic I make!

[avoidghost]

New Ratchet Vinyl Stickers added to my shop! 🚑💖

✨ Buy them here! ✨

[lone-yy]

“Tearing off the cocoon and I wish for your metamorphosis🦋”

I made this vid a month ago, but I think now’s the time to repost it here to send my best regards to Zhou. I truly believe he’ll have a better future after leaving Sauber, and I’ll always be here supporting him.

As for the vid, I was inspired by how the unzipped race suit hanging at his waist looked like peeling skin, or coming out of a cocoon.Then I came across this incredible song METAMORPHOSIS (it’s amazing, definitely give the original a listen!) and built the whole thing with metaphors(will explain some in tags). It took me about two weeks to finish, and I hope you enjoy it.

Really enjoyed drawing all kinds of moth wings, so here’s a bit of that work too.

（The peeling suit）

Sadly I finished this one right before the announcement today😥

Wishing zhou all the best for the future！

[neilsanders]

Froget about it

[callisteios]

everytime i get too positive about something im creating i make myself go look at this tweet.

[mercifullymad]

i feel passionately about the need to enfold people experiencing (or diagnosed) with "just" depression or anxiety into the mad pride project. the more people who view themselves as mad, the better. much as the rhetorical move from "neurotypical" to "neuroconforming" emphasizes the artifice & social construction of "neurotypicality," so too will expanding identification as "mad" expose the sane/mad dichotomy as a false one.

it's true that (some) people with "just" depression and/or anxiety have an easier time navigating the psych system than people who have more stigmatized diagnoses. but this is not to say that they necessarily have an easy time — the carceral psych system is hostile to everyone subsumed by it, even the most "privileged" patients. we should of course critique & examine how our experiences are shaped by various intersections of privilege, but we cannot forget or ignore how someone with "just" a depression/anxiety diagnosis can still experience the full force of the carceral psych system brought down upon them (including but not limited to involuntary institutionalization, police intervention, & forced medication or other forced treatment).

we must encourage, if not insist, that those with the least-stigmatized diagnoses view their difficult experiences navigating the psych system as bound up with the liberation of people who have more stigmatized diagnoses &, often, a more violent experience of the psych system. we need more people to drop the "i have anxiety/depression but i'm not crazy" line and say loudly, "i have anxiety/depression & i am crazy. my access to just treatment is linked to the conditions of all other crazy people, who are my allies, peers, & friends. we are united in our cause & we all deserve a more liberating system of care."

[eqt-95]

there were too many beds

prompt came from this reverse trope list. (thanks anon for suggesting it be pulled into a standalone post)

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There were too many beds.

There were too many beds.

Kara scanned the room: two, four, six, seven beds.

Sevens of them. All done up with pillows and over-starched fabric and tiny brochures translated into broken English with a map of local attractions splattered from inch to inch.

When she'd persuaded Lena to live out her dream of a four-week backpacking European holiday, she never expected there to be so many beds. Hostel after hostel with 'private' rooms filled with beds. It was perfectly roomy which was exactly the problem. Kara had daydreamed of a closet-sized room tightly packed with a single double bed, a tiny nightstand and, maybe if they were lucky, a private bathroom.

What she didn't expect was Lena plans-ahead Luthor booking out an entire 'group' of beds at each location.

"It'll give us guaranteed privacy," Lena explained when Kara flushed at the bundle of euros being slipped across the counter city after city.

Because that was the other thing: Kara had just come out. As Supergirl. And for as much as she liked to pretend everything was normal, everything was not normal. They could barely enjoy their plates of cicchetti in Venice without being barraged with onlookers. Their walk through Gaudi's masterpiece was ruined by slack-jawed observers gawking at Kara in civilian clothes. And now, in the city of love itself, Kara's romantic plans of a blanketed dinner in front of the Eiffel Tower was ruined by one nosy teenager with a social media following.

And now they were back, dinner ruined, a half-eaten baguette in one hand and the remaining drags of a perfectly delicious bottom-shelf bottle of red in the other. It was terrible. It was awful. It was not going at all like Kara wanted or planned or hoped.

Still Lena smiled. She knowingly leaned into Kara with each spontaneous combustion of crowds. She squeezed a hand reassuringly and chuckled when the wildest requests were made for autographs and signatures and "can we see the suit?". Tiny reminders of "it's ok, darling," were whispered through a crowd while an adoring smile settled Kara's stewing frustration.

"Everything ok?" Lena asked, one hand disappeared into her overflowing backpack.

"Hm? Oh, yea," Kara replied. A blush crept over her cheeks and a distracted hand scratched at her neck. "Just tired I guess."

"It'll pass. Soon you'll be able to walk down the street and be a nobody just like me," Lena offered with a sympathetic smile. And then there it was; there it came: a quick squeeze of Kara's forearm followed by the light trace of a kiss on Kara's cheek. "Thank you for an amazing day."

And then it was gone as quick as it came with the bathroom door squeaking shut.

And still, there were seven beds.

Seven.

Beds.

Now, what happened next is up for some debate. To the desk clerk, it might have sounded like a robbery. To Lena Luthor, one threshold away, it sounded like Kara was having one of her early-aughts inspired dance sessions. Kara herself would explain she'd seen a black widow. An army of black widows when an amused Lena pressed.

"Not bedbugs?" Lena asked, surveying the damage and stepping over a smoking mattress.

"Uh... coulda-coulda been?" Kara said, flushed and dry-mouthed.

"Mhm, well then we couldn't possibly sleep here tonight-"

"Black widows. It was definitely a fleet of black widows. Not a bedbug in sight actually-"

"A fleet?" Lena pressed, barely containing a grin and dropping her day clothes onto her completely unscathed, pristine backpack.

Kara nodded. She nodded with vigor and superspeed.

"I see," Lena continued, plopping onto the mattress.

How exactly it happened didn't really matter. All that mattered was that, in the span of time it took Lena to brush her teeth and change into soft sweats and Kara's old NCU t-shirt, six beds had been destroyed.

"I guess we'll just have to share, won't we, darling?"

[justabeewithapen]

Mm half asleep here but Doey’s observation cell is different from his cell cell. At night he is moved to what is basically an airtight box (he does not need to breath technically) and locked inside until morning. While there are guards outside it is easier to also keep him in a space where he doesn’t have the opportunity to escape. However, because it is airtight the critters cannot join him in there as they would suffocate to death. If Doey is particularly well behaved he is allowed to sleep in his observation cell (though large metal shutters are put over the one-way mirror) with the critters. It is both a reward and it allows them to further force the Doey form to be his default even in sleep (which is easier still after Sawyer gets operated on as he is made to keep watch). Draw in the morning but Doey in the very far back corner of the room sleeping on his stomach and Bella is curled in the crook of his neck and Lucas is asleep on his back (to keep watch ofc) yesss

[strawberrymothteeth]

Lost in the woods AU Once a upon a time when you was younger. They got lost in the woods at girl scout camp. Being the loner of the girl scout group no one quite noticed that you have disappeared. Crying on one of the many dirt paths you meet young cryptid sun and moon. With their help you return safely back to your girl scout group but curious about the cryptids you would continously seek them out. Over that month you and the cryptid boys forge a friendship. But as all good things it must come to an end. But you promised you would come back soon but soon they fade into just a long forgotten memory.

Fast forward you are celebrating that Vanessa has graduated Park Ranger training and is now a Park Ranger at Fazbear's nature park; that used to be the girl scout camp you went to as a young child. (can't say national because they are a for profit.) But Vanessa has been acting strangely ever since she started the training but Vanessa would never do anything shady....right? Unfortunately your naivety your good friend Vanessa is planning to sacrifice you to her good lord and savior Springtrap. close ups and tidbits

Cryptid Sun: 🎇The more "nicer" of the two. 🎇He hides toys in his chest cavity to help try to calm down children. He tried it with Y/N but it just made Y/N more confused and panicked. 🎇Can summon fire sprites from his chest cavity. Often times this would be how he guides lost hikers/children back to their camps versus showing himself. 🎇When angry his face will be engulfed in flames. but do not fret he will be fine once he cools down his temper. This rarely happens but moon is very good at pushing his buttons. 🎇is the less upset one out of the two of them of Y/N not remembering them. 🎇 Him and moon learned how to speak and write through reading the horse books left at the girl scout camp. So they have an unusual amount of knowledge about horses. 🎇Can sense what is happening through the forest through the roots and can travel through the roots to whatever location he pleases at the National Park.

Cryptid Moon: 🌙The more "aggressive" one of the two. (he just thinks he is just blunt and to the point.) 🌙He is currently trying to fly under the radar ever since a hiker stumbled upon him feasting on his meal. (whether it was human or not is up for debate. Ask him and he will just chuckle.) 🌙His wings got singed back when Sun couldn't control his fire sprites. He got back on him by putting a bunch of termites in his bed. 🌙Is the more upset one out of the two that Y/N forgot them. Especially when they grabbed Y/N to play with them in the sky for Y/N to panic and get dropped in the lake by accident. 🌙Moon was the first cryptid for Y/N to stumble upon when they were young as well as adults. 🌙Moon is a huge sucker for anything sweet whether they would like to admit it or not is up for debate. 🌙If Moon is the one guiding hikers back he would usually scare them in the direction they need to go. but with children he tries his best to make himself not as threatening(doesn't work half the time) and guide them while holding hands. (big softie)

Y/N: 🐈‍⬛ remember sun and moon a bit but more of just chalking it up to imaginary friends. They do have a birthmark on their neck which he showed to sun and moon as kids. but in general very secretive about it. 🐈‍⬛is in transitioning and uses he/they pronouns. 🐈‍⬛very prideful of their pitiful t-stache. but a stache is a stache. 🐈‍⬛has a HUGE fear of heights which is why they panicked when Moon picked them up like they were besties. 🐈‍⬛gets easily lost so it constantly keeps getting lost in the woods. and Vanessa's cryptic directions aren't helping him at all. 🐈‍⬛is training as well to be a park ranger like Vanessa. He has known Vanessa for a few years before she started acting very secretive and a bit unstable. 🐈‍⬛is a lot more chill with Sun but that might change after he stumbles upon Sun enjoying a meal. they are slightly terrified of both but Sun and moon just want to hang out with their bestie(?).

[typosandtea]

Nobody including me posts about their ocs enough so please please please reblog reply or whatever with some oc tidbits!

[karvakera]

drawing gojo every day as stupid pet memes until THE shibuya incident: day 37

I had to draw "the freak" pose

[hollys-fairy-hell]

I just want Peri to go back and be Devs babysitter. Knowing Dev lost his memories and trying to do right by this kid. Trying so hard to not make the same mistakes.

But I also want Dev to be scared to tell Peri he remembers because what if Peri has to leave then or if Jorgon comes to actually wipe his memories. Ao Dev doing his best to act like he did before he had his change of heart.

Basically Peri desperately trying to be a better god parent and Dev desperately (and failing) to be a bad ungrateful kid. (It’s how he sees his past actions)

Then we get guilt of Peri seeing how much of Devs happiness was lost with his memories and how much of a set back this is gor Dev while Dev seeing how mean he is to Peri and how miserable he is making him, which is worse this time because hes doing it on purpose. Dev now knowing Peri really does care but feels forced to be mean so not to slip up and loose Peri again. And Peri now having seen how bad at this he is. Seeing how he is still failing Dev at every turn. But neither willing to give up the other because they know what could have been. Peri knows Dev is a good kid. Dev knows Peri cares about him.

[lilithschosen]

Reporting to you live from the freezer of a busy shift on three hours of sleep—here are my latest findings: Rio using Agatha to get off in public by grinding against her while Agatha does nothing to help except taunt her about how people could walk in if she’s not quick enough

ok shout-out to you and i really hope you've gotten sleep since you've sent this!!! i have been Dry mentally for inspiration to write and this bit me in the ass

Agatha laughs, watching as Rio crosses and uncrosses her legs. She's sat on the couch in their office while Agatha has her legs kicked up on her desk, arms behind her head. Smug.

"What's wrong, baby?"

Rio's head whips up, glaring at her girlfriend. "You know damn well what's wrong."

Agatha offers an exaggerated pout, rubbing at her eyes to mock the woman further by pretending to cry. Rio flips her off, pressing her thighs together. She can feel herself sticking to her thin underwear, still dreadfully aroused from fooling around in the car before they made it to the station for work today.

"I'll tell you what," Agatha lifts her legs from the desk, standing up, "I'll pause the new rule of no fucking during work hours."

Rio leans forward, eyebrows to her hairline in surprise. Agatha twists at the blinds of the windowed walls, shuttering them all until they're finally enclosed in the office with privacy.

"But," Agatha says, plopping onto the couch next to Rio, legs spread as she gets comfortable, "I'm not touching you."

Rio hesitates, her hand reaching toward Agatha's dark denim clad thigh but hovering just above it. She thinks it over, how desperately does she need to get off? Could she manage to wait until they're home? Would it make matters worse for her?

As she thinks, her cunt throbs with desire. She needs Agatha's fingers to stretch her, to have her head forced into the pillows of their bed back home, have Agatha leaving pretty red handprints across her ass.

She whines, clenching around nothing. "Fuck it."

She throws her legs over Agatha's lap, straddling her. Where Agatha would normally immediately have her hands on her hips as if they were magnetic and drawn there, she doesn't. She keeps her arms as they were, one on the arm rest of the couch while the other held at her side.

"Go ahead, baby," Agatha grins, the same shit-eating, pleased grin she always has when she wins, "You need to get off so bad? Start here."

Rio rolls her hips into Agatha's, grinding hard into her. Her slacks bundle up at her crotch from her movements after a beat, creating a perfect spot to rut against. Agatha keeps the grin plastered on her face, amazed it took such little convincing to get the woman chasing an orgasm like this.

As Rio rocks her hips, her clit pressing deliciously into the fabric, she whimpers. Nothing too loud, but Agatha gasps and holds her hand up to her chest in dramatic shock.

"Rio," she scolds, fighting her mouth to not smile as she pretends, "Do you want others to hear what you're doing? How you're grinding on me like this? How needy, how slutty you are?"

Rio's throat goes dry at the degradation, biting onto her lip to suppress any other noises. She rocks harder, her hips rolling into circles as she continues to inch toward her pleasure. Agatha doesn't do anything, just watches.

Rio groans, partially muffled by her closed mouth. Agatha clicks her tongue as she pouts, shaking her head.

"If you're going to keep making those pitiful fucking sounds, you'd better kiss that orgasm goodbye."

Rio shakes her head rapidly as she bounces in Agatha's lap, arm thrown around her shoulders as she pinches her eyes shut to focus. The rocking and rolling of her hips no longer cutting it, and of course Agatha didn't pack today. She was rutting into her own pants, ok Agatha's lap, with zero help.

The two hear deep voices outside the office door as Agatha leans in closer to Rio. "I bet they can hear you, hon. Better cum soon or you'll be found out."

Rio seethes, angry that she even decided to try and rub one out as now all she has is a ridiculously smug girlfriend and ruined underwear. But she's still so wet, so close to an orgasm she could taste it.

She rocks into Agatha again, tuning out the remarks from the woman. She focuses, setting a fast pace as she rolls her hips into Agatha. Any sort of whispered goading remarks are ignored as Rio feels the gentle, prickly sensation in her belly. The one she gets when she's so taut, one from tensing and desperate to cum.

"Oh fuck," she mumbles, "Oh fuck, oh god. Please, please, please."

She feels it, her toes over the edge as she looks into the abyss of her pleasure. One more jerk of her hips down into Agatha has her leaping, giving into it as she cums. Her pace becomes rocky, mistimed. Agatha feels the wet spot of Rio's cum bleeding through her slacks and into her jeans. She runs her tongue against the back of her teeth, biting onto it to hold back from grabbing Rio.

As Rio's orgasm washes over her and she regains herself, she just smiles. No motive behind the smile, just happy she was able to do exactly what she set out to do.

Agatha rolls her eyes, "You ruined your pants and mine, don't know why you're so pleased. You were humping me like a horny teenager and came in your underwear."

Rio shrugs. "There's a reason I keep a change of clothes here."

"Do you have enough for me?"

"Nope."

Agatha huffs, the game she set into place now spun around on her. "This was an awful idea."

[sissiarte]

(og by sweepswoop on twitter)

I'm so sorry