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[mingot-studios]

mood

being self aware is the worst thing ever. can’t even be pissed at my dad properly without having a disco elysium ass internal monologue about it

[m0stevilresident]

Benny if he was ummmmmm the ring a ding ding Frank Sinatra album thingy 🤔 who cheered

[zombiecowboy65]

Something crazy about Bryson suggesting that Jeremy slept with Jean and Jeremy immediately asking if Warren is shopping for a new car. Bc considering the implication that Warren only bought the car for the guy Jeremy was lovers with. Did Jeremy not just give away that he has feelings for the guy

[ejsuperstar]

[zvdvdlvr]

why did i lowkey eat this up?

— The Line.

— Synopsis. Frank’s A-Okay with being anything you want him to be.

— Warnings. Smut. Oral sex (female recipient). Fuck buddies? Idk.

Your relationship with Frank was- quite frankly- a situation. He’d call you if he needed sex or someone to dick around with at the bar, to go beat up some scumbags that didn’t deserve the breath in their lungs or have a conversation.

Frank tried to keep his feelings out of the mix, choosing to straddle the line between fuck buddies and something more.

Liquor blurred the line.

Cum drenched Frank’s face as you ground down on his awaiting mouth. Your clit brushed deliciously over Frank’s broken nose, making a broken moan slip through your lips. Sharp pain flared from Frank’s scalp as you tugged his head, pussy overstimulated from the constant assult from Frank’s magical fucking tongue.

“Shit, Frankie,” you warbled, leaning your forhead on the cool wall in front of you, letting Frank guide your hips. “Might make me pass out.”

Frank grumbled something that sounded a lot like ‘won’t keep me from this cunt’. His wide hands gripped the flesh of your ass with a bruising force. “One more, y/n. Gimme another one, girl,” he rasped, lapping at your folds as if he hadn’t been eating you out like a man starved for the past half hour.

As much as you wanted to whine, tears streamed down your face as you let Frank lead you to yet another orgasm. The coil built and twisted in your gut, molten list solidifying as Frank made it his personal goal to make you cum. Again.

“Oh fuck, Frank, fuck. I’m cumming, don’t stop,” you repeated breathlessly. That egged Frank on, pulling you even further into him, clit harshly grinding on Frank’s misshapen nose. “Fuck, right there, Frankie!”

Frank hummed and let your hips buck on his face, letting you ride out your orgasm. “Atta girl,” he murmured. “Knew you had another for me.”

As Frank collected your melted limbs and layed you next to him, he watched your nipples disappear and reappear through the thin material of Frank’s shirt as your chest heaved. “You alrigh’?”

“Mm,” you replied, a shaky hand raising to pat down the sweat-soaked baby hair.

Your eyes fluttered shut. Frank took the opportunity to shift his cum-soaked boxers. You looked amazing post orgasm, face slack and cheeks flushed. Even the cheap neon light from a bar down the street made you look like Frank could part your thighs once more. “Still got my shit here?” Frank asked, thumb brushing a lone tear from your cheek.

“You know it,” you replied. Frank felt your hooded eyes follow his movement. He slipped out of your bed and ambled over to the dresser to grab a pair of sweats in his size. After slipping out of his boxers and brushing his teeth and cleaning up, he pulled on the oversized pants and brought a washcloth with warm water to clean you up since Frank knew you didn’t want to get up.

After removing the towel and discarding the washcloth, Frank crawled over you and kissed you. His tongue tasted like you. Your opened your mouth to him, letting your tongue dance with his. Whiskey tainted your breath, mixing with the taste of your cum- something disgusting and gross that Frank wanted to taste forever.

He was playing a dangerous game and he knew it: letting you have your way with him and acting like a couple for a night before going back to acquaintances as if nothing had happened. Frank’s hand tangled in your hair as you wrapped a leg around his waist. A groan- yours?- filled the air as Frank pressed his hips into your core. “Goddamnit, girl. Y’gotta tell me what you want,” Frank muttered between kisses, letting you run a hand down his scarred chest.

“You, Frank. Always you.”

[kooooooopiuum]

Made this gift for a close friend :3

[ghast1yghosts]

paramedics Steve and Robin go help someone needing to get up to their apartment but the elevator is out of order.

Eddie getting a piggyback ride from a (extremely hot) paramedic while the guy’s partner carries his wheelchair up the stairs behind them.

[t4t-scout]

sorry for not posting art that much

heres some doodles from the server :3

[blisteronthemoon]

yeah

one thing you should do in every life is to get really fixated on some random british guy from some old band because it will inform the rest of your life

[katrybee]

Well, I'm done for now I guess

"And they stood like that for almost 15 minutes.."

I've read a lot about Zain and Jason's meeting and I love that in some works Zain doesn't trust him for a very long time haha

so...Yeah. And here are sketches of Zain, cuz I can. I drew using a single photo of him from the game. But he's 18 now, so he's changed

In the last one I like to imagine Jason in Salim's room throwing things quietly as he can and then returning them to their places XD

Also, I kinda like to think that Zain can't understand just how THEY work

These are just my thoughts and I just wanted to share some of them..oops

[transingthoseformers]

MegaSentop in one of those classic, we’re stuck together and have to survive situations + the wild aftermath of all three of them realizing difficult staying together is going to be once they get back to cybertron.

Megatron gets into this thinking he can use these two as tools in the case the Autobots find them/hostages if Decepticons get to them, instead finds himself head first into loving both of them genuinely—absolutely head in his hands about it.

Sentinel and Optimus pretty much get their beef out during this excursion. Definitely have a “Well you clearly seemed to be focused so much on Elita-1, Sentinel—“ “I LIKED YOU YOU BOLTHEAD!” and angry-tender fuck. Both develop feelings for Megs and Optimus is handling it better, Sentinel wants to slam his head into a wall because this is so, so against protocol. (Sentinel later ends up sandwiched between Optimus and Megs during their big get-together sex, his processor way to focused on other things to think about protocol and his reputation when they all return to cybertron)

+Bonus side plot of the Decepticon and Autobot shenanigans as they try to locate their missing leadership figures

OMG YES AND IT COULD BE *SUCH* A THING

Megatron gets to see this drama unfold right in front of him, and he's part of it now

Win

Could be such an adventure 😍😍😍😍

[ecatethewitch]

These are my bishops deisings for my "tears of a weaver's shroud" AU!

Im contemplating whether to color them or not.

Ho, to betray and to be betrayed, to love someone so much but to hate them at the same time.

To grieve the death of a brother and celebrate the defeat of an enemy.

A bit of background:

After being brought back to life for "the greater good" as the lamb had said the bishops are basically ostracized by the cult followers (many being former sacrifices)

They stay in the cult for a week trying to recover, avoiding the disgusted and hatefull looks of the followers.

Until, during a holy day, the lamb calls them into the temple and tells them to leave the cult, if they stay the followers will soon try to harm them and they won't anything about it.

They also didn't want them here, not after what they've done.

And so the former bishops of the old faith set off into the world, they were once gods, how hard can it be?

as they find out: very,very hard.

I might draw a little comic once i figure out how to draw them compact

[medicallyfascinating]

THIS ‼️‼️‼️

THISSSSSSSSSSSSSS

there are definitely mistakes and there is definitely poor writing involved in all of it and when you pick a route, your characters do make better decisions BUT

NO ONE IS RIGHT. THATS WHAT I NEED EVERYONE TO UNDERSTAND- NOBODY WAS IN THE RIGHT

Some characters made much WORSE decisions and some characters made much better ones but nobody had the "golden route" because everyone did fucked up shit.

The irony of Fire Emblem fans arguing about who was "right" in Three Houses... The entire theme of the game is bringing to light how everyone is biased and jaded and no one has the full story. If you only choose to play a single path, there are tons of "plot holes" that can only be filled when you choose a different side. When discussing their choices, it should be acknowledged that the characters don't have the privilege of perspective and hindsight that the player does.

[roseamongroses]

30k+ journey fic of Mel medarda having to travel post black rose kidnapping back to Piltover with no shoes, no wallet, just roaring grief and audacity. alone with her thoughts, meeting people she’d never interact with before, being vulnerable in ways she’s never had to consider before . Mel having no one but herself to mirror with her newfound abilities so all her emotions are just amplified and she starts understanding herself/ her actions with clarity she’s never had before. Mel medarda who reconstructs her identity beyond the medarda name. Mel who realizes how much the medarda name—the medarda need to hold power— defines her even as she sought to “break away” and embrace being a fox—how much she had craved access to its full power and what she had sacrificed to obtain it. Mel who doesn’t know who she is or rather what she is in the grand scheme of things—what purpose does she have—what good—what change does she actually bring—

[rosesvineyard]

bill looking at javier while he's not looking.. and javier looking at bill when his head is turned away.. ☹️ something something yearning ugh