#not tagging this as a ramble because it's not

[dms-saggicorn]

Woof this is great

[dyed-indigo]

so @wyyvoren's dtiys huh. here's my take!

[gwinver-art]

Some Thespius doodles as I'm figuring out how to draw him in my style!

this is how I'm naming my layers now help

[starflungwaddledee]

sadly wasn't up to drawing anything today even though it was my beloved blueberry's birthday, sorry 😔 but instead i baked cookies!!

happy birthday meta knight!

[wewringmagicfromtheordinary]

#THIS IS WHAT I'VE BEEN SAYING THIS WEEK#bucky doesn't have spy espionagey skills like nat other than what he learned as a sniper in WWII#the winter soldier is NOT a ghost he's a slow wrecking ball with a clean-up crew#also: MALICIOUS COMPLIANCE GOLEM BUCKY is SUCH a headcanon of mine#think sorcerers apprentice in fantasia#bucky barnes#bucky meta#meta#mcu#mcu meta#release the cracken#sidenote: if that copy of the tape in CACW was the only copy#then it implies hydra wanted proof of confirmed kills (like the tape)#especially given it was a 2 part mission of kill them and take the WS serum#but that also opens up the possibility...#that ALL of the existing proof of WS kills is in that bunker#tho tbh it never made any sense to me that MCU bucky was ever in russia#nazis aren't going to go to russia they ideologically hate russia they only went to south american countries cuz the rc. church sent them#but if all the nazis continuing hydra went to america under operation paperclip#including zola and fennhoff who work on bucky#then bucky never should've been in russia at all?? it's just inconvenient#it makes much more sense for him to be in america (in camp lehigh?) where all the relevant nazis are#he never should've been in russia at all??#maybe after the cold war ended and the nazis could expand sure#but otherwise??#anyway off topic... via amarriageoftrueminds

I’m re-watching Captain America Civil War and- They told Bucky to kill Tony’s parents without witnesses and he manages to find the probably only forest in the world with a random security camera by the road-side and kills them exactly in front of that security camera while looking right at said security camera when he disables it and also fails to make sure that the tape inside is destroyed how can you screw up so bad? 

[amorchai]

𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐔𝐓.

this is a repost from my old blog. original post was 300 notes.

pairing(s): eddie munson x female!barista!reader

words: 1468

warnings/tags: barista!au, eddie being shy.

eddie liked to think he was a romantic. he enjoyed rom-coms more-so than crime or drama, and as much as he loved horror. he liked the thought of being in love and caring for a person, everything being irretrievably about them. buying someone flowers, kissing their cheeks, and playing the guitar for them.

however, he had never been in a relationship. so, why was it the second the opportunity to be provided with the things he’s yearned for that he’s being such a coward? eddie’s foot taps against the gravel outside the small café nervously while he waited to enter.

he leant against the wall, head low while his eyes scan the little notebook in one hand, the other hand’s thumb picking the nail polish off his pointer finger as he reads frantically and nervously. eddie came here every. single. day. yet he was too nervous to step inside.

step 1 – start light. ask her how she is. step 2 – react to what she has to say, show you’re listening!!!   step 3 – tell her she looks pretty. step 4 – ask her if she’s busy later tonight. step 5 – ask her if she likes italian food. step 6 – if 4&5 are yes’ then make it clear IT’S A DATE.

there is an array of scribbles and differed handwriting across the small page, robin and steve previously fighting over the pen as they gave eddie pointers during the quiet day at family video. robin assuring she’s a girl and knows, steve disagreeing and saying he’s a pro at this kind of thing.

eddie had talked about the barista he was quickly falling for, one day rushing in for a coffee before hellfire club only to meet the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. since then you had seen him in every day, ready for a coffee and sometimes to sit and spend his days tucked by his notepad.

with a smidgen of hope you’d feel the same way, eddie inhales deeply in preparation before stepping into the quiet café. too early to have a lot of people, which was great, because it meant there was no queue holding him back from talking to you.

a smile creeped upon your face from the moment you saw him, glancing at his pad once more before stuffing it back in his back pocket. his eyes lock with yours and a goofy grin reaches the metal-heads lips, and you feel yourself swooning from behind the counter.

“hi eddie,” you’re so sweet, talking so delicately and calmly that eddie wants to reach over and kiss your precious cheeks right then and there. but he sticks to the list, wanting to be a gentleman and take his time.

step 1 – start light. ask her how she is.

eddie’s usually quite confident, flirty with you. leaving you with a wink and unfortunately nothing farther. so, you immediately notice the turn in attitude. his lip twitches while he smiles and eyebrows are furrowing, eyes blinking rapidly.

“morning, it’s- yeah,” he begins, cursing to himself as he purses his lips and watches as your eyebrows raise in interest, you’re confused by how uncertain he seems. eddie continues before you can question him, “uh- how are you doing, how are you?”

you giggle at eddie’s rambled tone, light and airy and eddie feels himself relax that little bit more hearing it, if only it wasn’t over how much of a fool he sounded. “i’m better now that you’re here, quiet morning.”

eddie nods, the flirty message flying right over his head as he tries to think back to the notes.

step 2 – react to what she has to say, show you’re listening.

“looks quiet too, i can imagine the boredom.”

you nod this time. fingers fidgeting with the till register while looking up at eddie from across the counter, “well my favourite customer has come in so i think that’s the cue for my boredom to leave.” eddie blushes, physically blushes at this, cheeks quickly turning a light shade of pink from your words and tries to play it off.

“wonder who that might be.” you both laugh, eddie’s nerves slowly leaving him part by part as he thinks he can do this. maybe he can ask you out after all, it seems to be going so well.

step 3 – tell her she looks pretty.

god, you did look pretty. so so pretty. cute apron over your autumn-coloured clothes while your eyes sparkled in the morning glow, skin radiating and lips kissable. if you were together, eddie would make sure to tell you every day just how gorgeous you really were, he knows he would.

before eddie can muster up something else to say, you’re talking, “what can i get for you today, eddie?” you would be able to make eddie a drink every day without question if it weren’t for his change in personalities.

one day it’s plain black coffee, no milks or sugars added, pure black coffee. or it was the most sickeningly sweet hot chocolate, syrups galore with sugar and almond milk to top it off, a ‘heart attack in a mug’ you always said to him. no in between order to suffice, eddie was one or the other.

“hot chocolate, please.” it was one of those days. when he ordered that he was happy or energized, not needing a wakeup call and wanting to indulge his sweet tooth. you know how he liked his hot chocolate order; he didn’t need to add that part.

“to-go or to-stay?” you ask, eyes hopeful as your hands hover the takeaway cups and mugs to the side and eddie drags his eyes away from your pretty mouth and towards your eyes, feeling he’s been caught, “to-stay, sitting in today.”

“working on more of your music?” you ask him, and eddie lets out a little nod with his lips pursed yet again. you can tell he’s thinking of something else and you’re proved right when he suddenly splutters, “you look really pretty.”

you freeze your movements with a shocked smile, “thank you.” eddie continues before you can say much more, “seriously, really, really pretty.” eddie’s eyes scan over your frame once again and you try to not show how much his words affect your beating heart.

“are you flirting with me, munson?” you tease him, laughing as he scrunches his face, shaking his head as if to escape all his thoughts while leaning forward, hands on the counter. you tightly hold the mug for his drink between both your hands, smile dropping as you look up at him expectantly, “i’m just going to rush through this because i’m so fucking nervous, okay?”

“okay?”

step 4 – ask her if she’s busy later tonight.

“when do you get off?” eddie asks, tone abrupt compared to the nervous tone moments ago, almost slightly desperate and you’re lucky the café’s quiet and therefore no onlooking eyes to your flustered expression.

you stutter this time, briefly while you reply, “i-uh i close tonight, finish at seven.” eddie grins, wide and happy before he asks, “are you busy after?”

your eyes widen knowingly, “no, no i’m not doing anything tonight, no.”

step 5 – ask her if she likes italian food.

“do you like italian food?” eddie asks and it’s as if everything falls into place. eddie munson is asking you out. finally. after the months of you hinting that you like him without the courage to ask him out yourself. he was looking at you with so much hope, scared that you may say you don’t want to go out with him to eat italian food.

he must be an idiot if he thinks you don’t like him back.

“i love pasta.” you’re so quiet with your response, almost a whisper. but more than enough for eddie to hear and he’s positively beaming from ear to ear as he builds up to his final question.

step 6 – if 4 is no and 5 is yes then make it clear IT’S A DATE.

“perfect. i’ll be here at seven to take you to dinner, it’s a date,” eddie drums his hands against the counter when he leans back and you can only nod dumbfoundedly from the switch of him being precious and nervous to asking you out on a date.

“i’ll uh- i’ll bring your drink out to you once it’s done.”

eddie chuckles at the fact that’s all you respond with, squeaked tone endearing as he winks at you. “i’ll be over there, writing you a song,” eddie nods over to the side, pulling the pad and pen out his back pocket and chuckles once more when you react to his flirtatious manner with a small, “oh my god.”

he finally got that date with the cute barista; he just hoped the hours would go by quickly until it reached seven.

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[livingincolorsagain]

what would jesus do? - but instead of jesus, like - what would eddie do?

[tsams-and-co-memes]

Ok,, @ people who draw Sun/Solar/Eclipse/literally any Sun model characters:

How tf do you draw their rays???

Ibispaint has a symmetry tool feature that I've had to use before, but I'd like to be less dependent on that, when it comes to rays specifically

[everythingseasoning]

I really don’t get to choose who makes the electricity churn inside me, because the fucking complain-heavy, childish fish who so easily fucking lies through his pretty lips gives me one look and I feel like I was meant to jump his bones and be the mother of the next kin of Lemuria.

[phoenixkaptain]

I'll admit it! I never was on the whole "Slade coulda been Jason the whole time" bandwagon! I could never see it, they're just so different!

But, like...

Or:

And even:

I. Kind of get it. I mean, Jason's (second) introduction came nearly seven years after New Teen Titans #2 (and his first intro came three years after), but like. These two are peas in a pod. Imagine calling someone a turkey. Jason would so fucking do that-

[fantasykiri5]

YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME. The new SMP Lizzie made is called Minecraft MISADVENTURES. When my LIZZIE CENTRIC longfic is called ‘the MISADVENTURES of Lizzie the Ocean Queen’?!????!! YOU FUCKING JOKING. YOUR KIDDING. NO SHOT.

I think I may be psychic :|

[lilghostiequinni]

Pup Pastry

Main Masterlist Oscar Masterlist

Pairing: Veternarian!female reader x Oscar Piastri

Warnings: Fluffy, None

Summary: Oscar was more like a cat than a dog, but you were a dog person, as evidenced by your two goldens, and you had invested a lot of time in learning how to properly care for them and the diet they needed, also didn't help that you were a vet and took care of animals for a living.

Requested: NO / yes

Oscar hadn't meant to be at a dog park in London, it was a complete accident that he was there.

He had made a few friends in the UK, and one of them wanted to meet at the dog park because he had just gotten a puppy from a clinic.

When he arrived, he played with his friend's dog for a few minutes before a different friend started running in the opposite direction, prompting the dog to start chasing him when he did.

Oscar was just watching his friends, then he was on the ground, and this beautiful woman was rushing over and helping him, rambling about how she was a vet, an animal doctor, not a people doctor.

She just kept saying she was sorry as she helped him up from the ground, the dogs that ran him over sitting next to her just wagging their tails as they did.

This was how it all started.

One meeting at the dog park led Oscar to look for her, going to the same park every day, just hoping to see her.

It didn't take long for him to look like a stalker to her because he was going to a dog park even when he didn't have a dog.

Soon, he invited her to come around, on a date because from the moment he met her, there was something different about her.

Once he got to know her, he couldn't think of any other woman to be with other than her.

She loved her dogs, learned to properly take care of them, and has been for years, making many of the treats she gives them, mainly because she loves cooking and baking.

There isn't a single thing she couldn't do if she set her mind to it.

Oscar loved her for it.

He loved the way she thought and the way her mind and brain worked.

He just loved her.

She became the center of his world, his universe.

He couldn't have thanked her dogs enough.

A/N: Second in the 400 Follower Driver poll.

Tags: @llando4norris @mcmuppet @issi-loves-dannyric @ellen3101 @barcelonaloverf1life @charli123456789 @amz824 @taetae-armyyyyy @diaryofarandomkid @hadids-world

If you want to be removed from a tag list, let me know so I don't keep tagging you. If you are striked through, I don't know if you want to be tagged, but just let me know if you want me to continue or stop

[forrest-onfire]

Mkay, I’ve got another:

I need a fic where Raf and MC are chaotic besties. Obviously Raf is in love but MC also has a crush except she’s CONVINCED he’s gay. Bc come on. Look at him. Do you hear his voice? That’s a pretty little gay boy right there. I’m 100% down for bisexual Raf (I’ve been seeing lots of Sylus x Rafael lately and I’m EATING IT UP). But I digress: MC loves Raf but has always friendzoned him unintentionally because she’s convinced he couldn’t possibly like her back, he’s just a flirty person in general, not that she’s every seen him flirt with anyone else, but that assumption suits him well anyway.

Raf HATES that she seemingly doesn’t see him as a threat at all. Basically the whole “clearly you don’t see me as a man” cliche except she totally does, but she’s lost all hope in pursuing him and now just treats him as her gay best friend, playful flirting, innocent touches, etc…

Things go a little too far when she starts to feel comfortable enough to change in front of him, and he just kinda snaps, getting all defensive to hide how flustered he’s getting and then she finally lets it slip.

“I don’t know why it bothers you so much. This isn’t your first time seeing a naked woman, is it? You may not be attracted to the female body, but I didn’t think you’d be so squeamish. Didn’t you study anatomy as an artist? Though, I guess you don’t have to since you hardly ever do portraits…”

She’s rambling as she changes, but Rafael is still caught on her casual confession that she apparently had NO CLUE how hot and bothered he gets every time she walks into the room. NO CLUE that every time she passed by him, the scent of her shampoo alone give him a pathetic hard on that makes his pants feel so tight, he wonders if the seams will pop open and reveal his disgusting, dirty train of thought. NO CLUE that he fisted himself under the sheets at night after trying and failing so many times to draw her just right because no frozen picture on a canvas could fully capture her beauty, not to mention how was he supposed to draw something he’d never gotten the privilege to see.

Until now, as she stands naked and unassuming in front of him, going on about how he’s…

Gay?

I mean, sure he liked dick probably as much as the next guy (assuming the next guy was queer as shit, of course). But Rafael was nothing if not adventurous and maybe a little depraved at times.

Like now, feeling that dark desire pool in his stomach and his cock struggle against the fabric of his briefs.

Her back is turned towards him, stretching leisurely before she bends to pick up her clothes and gives him the perfect view of e v e r y t h i n g, plump ass wriggling absentmindedly back and forth, thick thighs pressed together, and between the two like a delicately framed jewel is her sweet cunt that he’s been trying to envision for months now, right in front of him for the taking.

It almost made him angry how she did so with such innocent intentions, no idea how crazy it was driving him. But you know what? If this wasn’t an opportunity to prove to her just how much of a man he was, then what else was? After all, never once did he say a word about not liking woman - he hadn’t even mentioned liking men at all, how could he think about someone else when she stood right there, perfect in every way except apparently common sense because where the HELL had she gotten the idea that he was gay?

So really, it’s her fault. A lesson needs to be learned, and if Raf was lucky, she wouldn’t be forgetting it anytime soon…

K, so I accidentally almost wrote it myself. But I don’t wanna, so here! Take it. Make it better please I need to see this as a fully fleshed out one-shot. If you write it and tag me, I’ll be your forever mutual and a devout follower for the rest of our days.

Also, I’m aware I could make these requests directly to a fic writer, but as you can see, I prefer to simply scream out into the void and wait patiently for a response that will probably never come.

Happy pining 🤧❤️

[phoneticsubstance]

The text post was primarily a riff with a mild bit of armchair psychiatrist. Because fencing is a sport with physical danger and games are not. But there is enough overlap that I could easily write about it.

The main serious point is the tags

Which I'm guessing you didn't read. I personally don't mind casuals as sometimes they do weird or cool shit I'd never have known otherwise.

There was no need to attack me personally. Strategy and thinking are fun, I enjoy them. Hence I don't enjoy sharing them and being called a slur. Nor do I enjoy being insulted for my weird thoughts I put on my silly little blog.

Also calling someone bad right after dragging casual as an insult is really funny. Just let me be a weird rambling trans woman in peace.

"casual" as an insult is really funny tbh. hey everybody this guy plays games for fun. they like to relax and have a good time

[changingplumbob]

Future Story Snippet

Thanks for the tag @wolkentage, @weirdosalike, @deardiaryts4

I had to wait until I got to Art/Emily's combined birthday in game because let's be real 70% of the screenshots I have to write for are Byron throwing his pixel parts around. So have Layla, made over for Art's adult birthday. Also they both have bunny tattoos now because they go at it like rabbits bunnies are cute. Shout out and thanks to @thatonegreenleaf for the AMAZING hair!

I tag... @matchalovertrait, @abbysimsfun, @ruthplaysthesims, @eljeebee, @finchfin, @perolesims, @simscici, @sleepyselkiesims, @simmerbeans

No rush and feel free to ignore my ramblings! Love to you all

[roachie-paradise]

hi phjgitng community

my personal silly little headcannon, tag it as you will in your reblogs, more ramblings below

this is obviously inspired by splatoon biology posts! made by dogtoling :3

more details about tinting, its silly sometimes because oftentimes, its mistaken for a deep bond even when its work mandated color shifting. every single inphernal has a different threshold and willingness to tint or match colors of course.