#number one BIGGEST fan

[novicedraws]

Everyone loves Raiden 🥰

[queeniehostapasta]

Erm….ermmmm..guys do you think they were really fighting in the Majin buu saga…

I WAS TRYING TO DO A GRADIENT MAP BUT THIS HAPPENED??? HELP???

Ok but all seriousness here this painting reminded me of them actually, had to do this one.

[shiraoyagi]

"i'm wxs's number one fan" yeah, only if kohane azusawa is found dead in a ditch any time soon

[eerivee]

My tabaxi oc Tok! Gods those ears take up so much space. They're probably where he keeps all of his evil energy

[xoxochb]

first time writing for ethan kinda nervous… 😕

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his name slides past your bruised lips in a murmur, barely audible to anyone, that including yourself— you hadn’t even realized you had spoken it until ethan laughs lightly.

you love him, you really do.

but right now you’d be fine if he dropped dead mysteriously.

at the most agonizingly slow rate, his fingers explore your sopping cunt, giving you nothing yet everything, and as it appears, your begs and pleads get you now where.

but in substitution to this, you rock your hips impatiently into his digits. this doesn’t encourage him to quicken his pace but regardless you persist.

your breathing falls at a ragged rate.

scratch that— your lungs have given up on you, oxygen failing to find its way into your system. this, and the salty liquid drops that fall occasionally from your eyes, one at a time, falling lightly over your flushed cheeks.

you bite down hard on your lip, already broken from prior inevitable events, ethan had caught it between his teeth in the midsts of eager kissing.

you still taste it when your own teeth fall over it.

you writhe along the sheets, your hands using ethan’s biceps to steady yourself as you move into him.

you repeat his name a second time. now, his head falls onto your sternum, tongue running over your skin mid-kiss.

you allow your nails to dig into his skin, you hope hurting. but now you were able to get his fingers to find a quicker pace as the move within you, curling them delectably.

perfect.

with this, you settle contently. ethan’s free hand takes one of your own, opposite to the side of you he’s on. you squeeze it both angrily and gratefully.

“I hate you,” you whisper through gritted teeth.

“say that again when you’re cummin’ on me.”

you found that wasn’t as easy as he made it sound.

༯ @childofthewargod @sunyalucks

[dumbfucksystem]

i kind of want to see cumplane reverse dynamic. but i have no fucking idea how that would go so that ideas gonna have to go in the abyss

[v44v13nna]

bakery girl ★

angela girratana x fem reader

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this is the worst monday angela has had in months. from the moment she woke up late, missing the time to go to the gym before work, to now, with her current realisation her lunch is definitely still in her car and is definitely inedible. not to mention the irritating itch under her skin, the tension in her shoulders and frustrating urge to be drumming her fingers or bouncing her knee or ANYTHING.

so now the only task on angela’s mind is finding something fresh to eat. rushing to leave the smosh building, she finds herself in a bakery. not a big bakery, or a cramped one, one with a soft muted colour palette with walls filled with beautifully hand written signs and drawings, it’s warm from the recognisable heat radiating from behind the counter and well lit from the sunlight. there’s a constant stream of white noise from the fridges and machinery. it’s nice. angela notes before subconsciously relaxing slightly, until she saw the displays.

rows and rows of pastries, rolls, danishes, anything. cookies, muffins, scrolls, scones, savoury rolls, braids, slices, stuff she couldn’t even name. her head was spinning. what the fuck do i even want to eat?

“too many choices?” huh?

angela looks up to the source of the voice.

“trust me, i think the same thing when i look at it” it’s a girl. dressed in a simple uniformed shirt, fitted apron and a hat. a pretty girl. “do you feel like something sweet or savoury?”

she’s asking me a question oh god. “i think savoury?”

the bakery girl smiles at her before taking a step back to look at the case of baked goods, assessing each product, looking for something, something that angela suddenly wishes to be privy to. bakery girl looks at what must’ve been a clock “is this going to be for your lunch?” angela nods not trusting herself to speak, bakery girl is looking back at her again “well the pizza rolls are a big seller but if i had to recommend anything, you should get the spinach and feta braids. i just had that on my break they’re perfect today, i promise you’ll love them”.

once again angela nods, and watches the girl grab the pastry and finalise the transaction, unexpectedly studying the way bakery girl moves.

after reaching the office, angela wanting to not waste any more of her lunch break, sat at an empty table and began eating the danish. bakery girl was right. angela thought going for another bite. soft butter pastry braided with crumbled pieces of feta and thinly cut spinach in it, truly perfect.

maybe it was the quaint corner shop bakery, or the pretty bakery girl, or the pastry, but this monday ended up being one of the best mondays she’s had.

-

a week later angela finds herself having déjà vu; paralysed in front of the overwhelming shelves of pastries.

“sweet or savoury today?” maaaajor déjà vu

“umm maybe sweet this time?” angela answers while looking up from the cursed case of food to see bakery girl. same uniform, same fitted apron and hat, same pretty smile, and as she steps back to examine the baked goods, angela can’t help but watch her again like last time, trying to find what it is that bakery girl can see that she can’t.

suddenly her eyes light up. “what about a raspberry coconut slice? its a shortbread base with layers of jam and coconut meringue, and then i grated a little bit of lemon zest on top.”

how could i say no? angela could feel herself relax completely. “how could i say no?” and now she could feel the urge to punch herself in the face.

thankfully, bakery girls laughs, a soft one but it’s more than enough for angela. she leans on the counter as bakery girl hands her the slices. “i hope you like them, they’re one of my favourites to make”

WOAH PAUSE

“you made them? you bake?” angela can barely get the words out, excited by the sudden opportunity to know her. she watches as she’s taken aback but the question, blushing softly.

“well a little? i’m usually just decorating the bigger custom cakes in the display fridge” she points to a seperate display of cakes “i used to bake, but the overnight shifts kill me”

-

“and so what did you say?” chanse says as angela retells this mornings interaction with bakery girl.

“well some other worker came up and asked her a question and so i just”

“you said nothing? angela really?” he cuts her off, knowing that she has zero rebuttal. in defeat she looks down at the last piece of the slice left, rethinking over the conversation. “do you know her name at least?” eyes snapping back to chanses face as she tries to recollect the small bits of info she does know about bakery girl.

“she doesn’t wear a name badge” i don’t know her name

-

every monday from that week on angela made it her mission to learn bakery girls name, and over the past seven weeks of spending the first part of her lunch break at the bakery, she still doesn’t know her name. angela is nearly at breaking point. seven mondays planning how to ask, and seven mondays of her leaving with a new fact about bakery girl, a new pastry to try, and a growing frustration at herself for never asking.

sitting at her desk on wednesday morning, angela indulges in her current favourite activity of pining over the nameless worker with mesmerising eyes and a knowledge of baked goods. after trying a new pastry each week, angela can’t help but think about the brownies she got on monday. dark chocolate brownies that was made by the girl.

well chanse and amanda wanted to try, it’s more for their benefit than mine. angela convinced herself as she approached the bakery. she might not even be there so it’s not like im being weird.

as she pushes the door she sees her. in the same spot behind the counter, with the same simple uniform shirt, fitted apron and hat and name badge talking to a customer.

SHES WEARING A NAME BADGE?!

she can’t believe it, shes still too far away to read it without her glasses but it’s clearly there pinned to her shirt and the closer angela gets, the stronger her hearts beating. this is the moment she finally gets to learn the name of the girl she’s been pining for.

the other customer leaves and it’s just her and bakery girl face to face again. since angela has stopped looking at the displays for the past few weeks she witnessed the signature smile she’s acquainted with form on bakery girls face.

but she doesn’t have to be bakery girl anymore, angela glances at the badge. BLARN.

blarn? is that her name

“i wasn’t expecting to see you so fast, monday must’ve come early this week” blarn (blarn???) comments, settling on her elbows as she leans on the counter.

angela laughs, feeling herself rapidly becoming flustered “those brownies you picked on monday were so good so i thought i should share them this time” she laughs at angela’s words and usually angela would be pleased but she can’t look away from the name badge. there’s so many questions.

is that her name? why doesn’t she wear it on mondays? why today?

she’s so absorbed in her thoughts she didn’t even see her grab the brownies ready for her to pay

“hey, you there?” she’s asking me a question oh god oh god

“your name badge” angela fights the words out of her mouth, already feeling herself cringe at her stuttering delivery, quickly tapping her phone to pay as if to try to move on from her comment. bakery girl looks down at the badge, almost as if she’s as equally shocked by the plastic

“oh yea my manager only works wednesdays with me, so when he is in, i have to have a name” she explains softly laughing at angela’s dumbfounded expression.

“ah” a beat.

don’t say anything stupid don’t say anything stupid ang don’t say anything stupid “so what do people call you every other day?” WHAT

she laughs, and angela can feel her internal battle melt away. “it’s (name), blarn is just a fake name”

(name). angela wishes she could tattoo it on her brain, but all she can do is laugh in response, but before she could respond (names) eyes are no longer looking at her, but at the customer that’s unknowingly broken the moment. angela watches as (name) sends her an apologetic smile before having to attend the customer.

usually angela would just head back to the office, but the second she stepped outside she knew she had to go back.

pushing open the door, she waits behind the customer, catching (names) eyes and smiles at her confused but happy expression. once it’s her turn, angela speaks first.

“i’m angela. i didn’t tell you it before but im angela”

“i’m (name)” she giggles “it’s nice to finally know your name”

angela feels like her chest is going to burst “it’s nice to finally know yours, (name)” (name). angela wants to scream her name from the rooftops, more so after seeing the blush gracing (names) cheeks.

feeling her phone buzz, knowing that it’s chanse asking her where she is she knows this is best time to ask.

“can i..” come on ang just ASK “can i get your number?”

“i was hoping you would ask”

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a/n for someone to still think you’re pretty when you’re in your work uniform is the greatest compliment

sorry if this is long and written like a book, that’s what i’m used to 💔

[alfhildr-the-word-weaver]

Shoutout to Long Face by the Vampire Lestat for being an actual real song that actually made it onto my top 100 songs this year btw. Do you think Lestat will make one of those little "thank you fans" videos to thank all of us who streamed his music?

[nikxtty]

[davidssangel]

david n angel rant bc i love them and im davids biggest fan ^_^

guys.. i love them so much and the fact like in their newest BA and the wedding it showed that david was in a dark place before he met angel, because of gabes death and how angel saved him basically from a dark place was so fucking sweet. i literally cannot take this anymore i may EXPLODE!!!! it showed at the end and in his vowels in the wedding audio. where he said that angel came into his life through sheer force of will and love. this is just a stupid rant because anyone probably would know this. but i love them so much and that the fact like like angel saved him in a way HGFJKNFGHPKJDGFHNPIHDFGJNGDF it makes me want to explode like a fucking lego breaking

[chettyspagetti]

God I love them too much

[myfairkatiecat]

You’re the ONLY substantially followed blog on here that still defends Keefe and honestly he DESERVES IT it’s called COMPLEXITY and you write about it so well!!!!!!!! Seriously thank you for writing about Keefe being not a bad person. Also because he had flaws (which is not a bad thing it’s a thing) but he has a lot of good moments to people seem to be ignoring entirely so besides thank you for existing

Ok I’m not the only Keefe defender here with followers lol. But aside from that point

YES anon keefe is not a bad person and I do worry that our attempts to balance the scale from the “keefe is actually perfect” era have gone a bit too far. I’d be considered pretty Keefe critical by a lot of the Pinterest fandom and a lot of younger fans who just fangirl over him, which is funny because he is fully my favorite character. However, being critical of a character’s actions is different from just… defining that ENTIRE CHARACTER by just a list of their worst moments (ok just realized like that sounded like a callout and it isn’t. This isn’t about THAT list. It’s a general thing. But actually in hindsight yeah this could also be about that list. Love you Stria) because round characters do have good AND bad moments, including keefe. Keefe didn’t get a huge fan base out of nowhere for no reason. He’s a great guy and he makes Sophie really happy. Their relationship has a lot of realistic rough patches (and I believe it needs to go through at least one more big one tbh) and he’s FAR from perfect but. yeah. Since the attitudes on keepblr are very different than other platforms, it ends up being just as unbalanced, because a lot of people who dislike keefe end up aiming most of their arguments at the keefe fans who ARE NOT here instead of the keefe fans who ARE here.

Thank you for existing too anon <3

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

#TeamJackie

+Bonus

[psychofang1rl]

Selfship

Tbh I'm so proud of this drawing because it took me a lot of time, but I think it could look better

Inspired by song "Marionette" by The Blake Robinson Synthetic Orchestra

[bibannana]

Rex *watching the 501st be chaotic whilst wearing a hoodie that has 501st #1 Captain printed on the back*: I hate it here.

Kix *nods sipping from a mug that says 501st #1 medic*: Agreed.

Ahsoka *strolling past with a hoodie that says 501st #1 fan*: Hardcase broke the caf machine on level 3 again.

Anakin *robotic hand covered with a 501st blue foam finger*: That's the 4th this week and it's Tuesday.

[romans-empire]

You say that your partner says that you and them are cocoapowder. Would it be weird to ask who's who? ;-w-

It's not weird! Despite how I act and my general speech patterns, I am the Clover in this relationship and my partner is Chara. I'm generally more laid back and sociable than them and happen to identify a lot with Clover overall. I also showed my partner this and this was their answer to why I'm Clover:

My partner is the hugest Chara kin I have ever met and also used to run a Chara RP account with me, so it's pretty obvious how they're Chara. She does fiber crafts and is the biggest reader I know. They're also incredibly stubborn that they will do anything to achieve what she's set her mind on. She's intimidating and doesn't have much people in her circle but trust me, they're one of the most loving people you'll meet.