#ok I think I’m done now

[kinardsevan]

Wait. I have an addendum.

So I can understand why they pulled the henren scene now. Because as much as we’re losing our collective shit over it, those two concepts can kinda compete. We have them presenting as the protective siblings, questioning Tommy’s intentions, if he has pure motives, etc.

BUT THEN. We get Bobby later on in the same shift, telling Buck that he knows Tommy is “good people” and that he’s good for him. (This also makes the context of “how do you know” make more sense when we understand that they’re moving slowly. So in a version of their relationship where they’re having sleepovers but not sex, I can see where he’d be like “wait we’re not even boning yet, how do you know it’s good for me?”). Thus, you have a conflict of interest.

AND THE FACT THAT THEY DECIDED TO GO WITH THE ONE THAT DIGNIFIES IT AS A HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP.

Idk man. Just like. What a fucking love story they’re telling us. And to still give us the deleted scene after, so we can see what we missed, but not contextually have it detract from the core of the story. Logistically, this means (to me at least), that someone saw the conflicting information in both scenes and decided to go with the version that spoke to the importance of the relationship in Buck’s life. Because at their core, both scenes serve the same purpose: his loved ones deciding on if they approve. We were given the one that told us unabashedly that they do.

[evilwriter37]

To all the people being negative (and bigoted) about the live action casting choices: guess what?

No one is making you go see this movie! No one is forcing you to!

[pixlokita]

Wait I’m just realizing how funny it is that springtrap/ William and all his variations see an unhappy child with brown hair, brown eyes and striped shirt and immediately goes … yes I must have him as my own like 🧍‍♂️

[timethehobo]

Just wanted to draw him in a turtleneck tbh. (Also I should count how many drawings I have of him now lol)

[withclawandvine]

i don’t like to engage in ship wars or make anti-posts, so i’ll probably delete this but lately i can’t stop thinking about “i want to see her. just once. just — to know. … if she’s worth fighting for” versus azriel being ready to square tf up the second the possibility of a duel was mentioned

[starryluminary]

If Noco were a canon couple’s stereotypes: The Jock and The Dumb Princess Prince

[johnbleepingzoidberg]

WELL.

evil weegee.

idea where luigi becomes evil one way or another (i’m into the idea of it being a wish-turned-curse-situation) and mario and bowser have to team up to figure out wtf happened and to stop luigi from causing mass destruction.

bowuigi bonus: relationship is pre-established meaning luigi is ruling koopa kingdom alongside bowser. perhaps luigi is self-conscious and feels like he isn’t seen as a leader, leading luigi to make a well-intentioned wish to be taken more seriously. the wish is warped and turns into a curse, turning him into a wicked ruler that takes over koopa kingdom, and his subordinates follow him out of fear rather than respect, when deep down respect is really all he wanted. it starts internally by luigi kinda turning against bowser (confusing the hell out of the poor guy) and just gets worse from there. bowser’s dismayed because both his husband and his kingdom have been yoinked away from him, so he begrudgingly has to team up with mario and peach and whoever else to get everything back.🤠

i kinda wanna write a whole fic now but i honestly am not as well-versed in mario lore as i used to be and haven’t played any of the games in years 😭😭 but ngl drawing evil luigi was fun. low key been in love with luigi since i was 8 years old so it was quite cathartic for me

EDIT: guys i know Mr L exists 😩 i knew of him when i drew this but not exactly who he was/what he did. but i still wanna try to make my own thing here/try to differentiate them LOL. there can be multiple flavors of evil right

flats under the cut because i’m not entirely happy with how the lighting turned out 😩

[lnmei]

The Prince of Tennis! 🎾💥

[antxnous]

they were girls together 😭😭🫡🫡😓😓🥺🥺

[ezdotjpg]

do I still think arcane is one of the most beautiful pieces of animation, especially 3D animation, that I have ever seen? yes. does that make it better? no i think it makes it worse actually

[mysweetcheesemygoodtimeboy]

I’m obsessed

[the-wreck-of-1852]

uh oh watching xxi and im so fucking unwell…. NEED to kill the director of this episode because that sequence of flint breaking down in his cabin is SOOOO fucking good. how 3/4 of the scene is shot from behind flint so he’s left in shadow and the only time we see his face it’s only half of it… as if his grief and rage and pain is still something only he can see… and even at the end, when we are so close to seeing his full face, the camera slowly backs away and hides him from view with the table, as if warning us that this view into flint is not for us. we hover so close to the edge— we are right over his shoulder, we see his shaking hands, we see him slump, we hear him sob— but we are not allowed in. the cinematography really reinforces the message that no one, not flint’s crew, not silver, and not even us, the audience, gets to see the shattered man underneath, because that undoes it all. that breaks the illusion of the monster of the high seas. and that’s the last thing they can afford to do now.

[trashogram]

P. 2 because who cares:

Warning: Pet... play? Slight dub-con?? Implied infidelity??? Idk, it’s pseudo-satirical smut.

___________________________________________

You had no love for the Mistress, but she certainly ran a tight ship. That was never called into question, and yet rumor had it that she was getting more hands-on for the sake of her Captain.

Case in point, you were face-down, ass-up, getting railed on her comfy king-sized bed by said Captain as Mistress attempted to take on another riot in cell block 56-C.

You reveled in the quality of the satin sheets clenched in your fist with a groan. The feeling was nearly on par with Stingray’s alien cock filling you from behind. And it was just enough to keep you from stopping altogether as Stingray’s maniacal giggling grew uncontrollable.

Truth be told, you had no idea why she’d go to such lengths for Lord Stingray. Rumor had it, he was an insecure little bitch who whined at the mere suggestion he was the Mistress’s lap dog. So much so, you wondered how you’d managed to convince him to wrap a horse lead around his throat.

(Why the fuck did Mistress have a horse harness anyway? Sure, she toted a riding crop around to emphasize what a big, bad boss she was, but you’d never seen that bitch ride a horse before.)

(Kinky bitch).

The thought of the rumor - which had passed through the mouth of Babes as she shared her last pack of cigs with you during your break in between yard work (fancy talk for finding bits of broken inmate bones scattered in the harsh terrain of Superjail!’s many hellscapes) - gave you pause.

Figuratively speaking, of course. Your lightbulb moment went unnoticed by his lordship, still rutting into you desperately like a mindless beast, snarling and cackling in equal measure.

A smile grew on your face as you were battered into the pheasant feather-stuffed pillows. And with a drawn out moan, you looked back at your companion.

“Oooh, my lord, you’re so good to me.” You cooed as claws dug into your hips.

“That’s right, baby.” Stingray grinned with a mouthful of teeth, head thrown back with pride and pleasure. “Tell your Lord how good he is to you!”

“Good, so good.” You exaggerated. “Lord Stingray is such a -”

“Good boy.”

The overlord currently pounding you into the mattress was almost too concentrated to realize what you’d done, but his rhythm stuttered as his mask turned downward, eyes wild behind red lenses.

“What?” He nearly shrilled, relentless movements slowing to an unconscious humping. “The fuck did you just say?!”

You grinned over your shoulder at his fury. “You’re such a good boy for me. Do you want a treat, good boy?”

Stingray’s incensed look, complete with a wide maw of razor fangs and shrunken pupils that you’d never know the color, was priceless.

With teeth gnashing, biceps flexing as he fought to restrain himself, Lord Stingray worked himself into apoplexy.

“Why you little - ACK!” He choked on his words as you pulled the tether in your hand forward and pushed back until you were flush against his yellow thighs.

A little ‘ah’ left your lips as you felt his cock hit as deep as it could go, and with enough presence of mind you reached down between your legs to further the pleasure that came with being so full. Above you, Lord Stingray struggled with the tightening collar around his neck, unable to pull it off as he braced himself against the bed.

Lord Stingray/Reader drabble because I have no shame and don’t care.

Warning: You‘re a smoker.

———————————————————————— “So, what would you say to being one of my concubines?”

You took your time taking a drag from your cigarette, relishing the burning sensation in your throat, before side-eying your companion.

You wanted to laugh at the anticipatory smirk on his unusual face. It didn’t take a genius to figure what must be going on inside his head. Regardless of the title he literally lorded over everyone’s head, Stingray was just as much a narcissistic, over-confident chauvinist as the rest of them.

You managed to refrain, save for a tiny smile. “I think that title’s a little too fancy for me, hun.”

You watched as his eyes rolled behind his red lenses, claws up as he made a shooing gesture as if her words were an annoying gnat. Still, the corners of his bizarre mouth remained upturned.

“Oh come now, I would never bed someone not worth such an illustrious title.” He schmoozed. “Besides, this position comes with plenty of benefits only an idiot would turn down.”

The alien overlord emphasized ‘position’ and ‘benefits’ by wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer, then fondling your chest rather presumptuously. You let yourself be manhandled, simply so you could roll your eyes as you feigned hiding your face against his bare chest.

You exhaled more smoke before gazing at the bright yellow skin of your companion, garish in the mood-lighting. The sight was still interesting, and the feel of him was only somewhat softer than the rubber latex he preferred to wear now that he was technically no longer just another inmate.

Obnoxious, conceited pig that he was, at least the weirdo was fun to look at.

“Maybe…” You peered up at the stingray-shaped mask. “If you explain those benefits a little more.”

Like clockwork, Lord Stingray’s uncanny mask stretched to reveal lascivious glee.

[farfromstrange]

IWTV spoilers, but.

Daniel Malloy really said ‘fuck you, Armand’, exposed 70+ years of lies and ended their relationship. Wouldn’t surprise me if he tweeted #teamloustat before Armand turned him, either. Good for him honestly. Good for him.

(more rambling in the tags)

[1driedpersimmon]

Scus the //blood I was having feeling and decided the best solution was to dump Sesame in blood

And also Hauchie sweeping him off his feet because oh no

(And Sesame charm for myself hehe, maybe)

[remitro]

still chugging along with young justice i like anita she’s fun :3