#pipe masters

[loremaster]

the Nice Dog Agency

[gods-favorite-autistic]

Love how Havoc on the Half-Pipe is basically just each of the players going “hey you know what’d be fuckin sick” and then either succeeding in the coolest way or failing miserably

[briarmasterwilson]

Pipe O'clock 💨😈😈

[willyoubemycherryy]

ღ𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐..!!.__.𝚒𝚝'𝚜_.-..𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚜_𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙼𝚛_.._&--__.𝙼𝚛𝚜.𝙴𝚐𝚊𝚗❤︎︎

@missusnora @eleanorbaybars

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗’__; 𝚏𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚢𝚜, 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔, 𝚗𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝙱𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢, 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝,𝚒𝚝 𝙸𝚂 𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚢 𝚜𝚘 ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎ ⚠︎︎MDNI⚠︎︎

“𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 ’𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒎 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚’? ’𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒎’ 𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝑰'𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆...“

God, were you petty.

Elegantly stepping around Bucky, out of his reach when he tried (again) to get close to you.

“Bunny doll, I already said sorry, can’t we be okay now?” He whined from behind you, the pout in full effect. All he wanted to do was enjoy breakfast with his only girl on his lap but noooooo.

The ‘hmph’ that leaves you was his warning that things were not going to go his way.

“Sorry? You’re sorry? YOU CHEATED ON ME! There is no “okay” after that!” Bucky gasps at the pitch in your voice before taking his up a notch too.

“IT WAS IN YOUR DREAM!” Annnnd there it was.

In truth, you stopped being bothered by the dream after he had woken up a few minutes after you, nuzzling the back of your neck before kissing a sleep-heavy “good morning bunny”, into your shoulder.

He was so cuddly and lovely to you that you knew he would never.

But it was still fun to mess with him.

“So you’re saying it doesn’t matter?!” And poor Bucky is floored.

“Well since it didn’t really happen, in real life YES!” He’s exasperated trying to get through to you and you fight a smile from your place facing the counter. Fake fighting isn’t good but damn was it fun. You giggle silently and pray for his sake that maturity hits you harder this year. (totally unlikely)

Still, you can’t argue with his point and resolve to give him a few minutes of silent treatment because…irritating him is amusing.

Meanwhile, Bucky is looking at your back, stressed. He can’t believe you’re this upset over something dream him did when actual him would rather fly nude in the cold than let you down like that.

To him, other women couldn’t even compare to a smear of your lipstick.

He’s not going to get mad because you have a right to be upset if something bothers you but, it’s hard to accept that when what’s bothering you, is him.

You’re his girl. His angel. His baby-mama without the baby (pending), and you should feel like it.

But since you clearly don’t, John decides the best thing he can do is try to make it up to you.

At first it’s suspiciously quiet. You could practically feel him pouting before but now it’s completely silent.

The sudden feel of his thick arms around your waist, body flush to your back, makes you gasp in surprise.

You don’t even get the chance to fake fuss at him before there’s warm, wet kisses being littered all over your neck.

They stop at your ear as John speaks. “Toots, there’s nobody else. Ever. Okay?”

His tone so deep and patient that you yourself didn’t even realize that you’d completely melted into his arms.

“You know I love you. And I know you love me. So, let’s not fight”,

Soft moans flow from your mouth when he goes from kissing to suckling. Tongue hot as it laves over your skin, making you shiver. “Wouldn’t you rather I make you feel better instead?” The low purr of his voice has your every coherent thought dropping to your core.

Whimpering, barely managing a weak nod and “yes please”, John peppers kisses across the back of your shoulders, pushing at the straps of your nightie, and watching as it cascades off your body and to the floor.

You can’t tell him now that you were never really upset because you’d never hear the end of it. Regardless, he handled the whole thing well enough so, water under the bridge. Or between your legs. Whichever comes first.

You lose your thoughts when Bucky suddenly spins you to face him, lidded blown eyes stare down into your hazy ones as he suddenly lifts your naked body up into him.

All it takes is a good long look at you and a “fuuuck darlin’” before he’s kissing you like it’s his mission.

Plush lips envelope yours, swallowing your desperate moans. Wrapping your arms tighter around his neck, the kiss deepens as you suck wetly at each other’s lips. John groans when you bite his bottom lip, pulling it slightly before releasing it.

Hissing, John fervently pushes his mouth back to yours to lick across the seam of your mouth. As soon as you open, his tongue is inside, licking against yours.

The big hand on the back of your head keeps you fused to the kiss. The borderline whoreish sounds in your throat don’t even make it out of you as Bucky sucks on your tongue, eyes rolling to the back of your skull in pleasure while you mindlessly grind your bare pussy against his clothed torso.

The sounds were so lewd that if you weren’t as turned on as you were, it would have you dying in shame.

You separate with a slick ‘pop’, breathing heavily into each others mouth, chests heaving.

Bucky looks at the state of you, swears, and immediately starts for the stairs. Besides the mouthing at his neck, you stay silent in his arms while he carries you up to your shared room and drops you on the bed.

The eye contact is intense as he starts stripping.

To think all of this was because of a little tiff about a ridiculous dream that didn’t even anger you.

God works in mysterious ways lmao.

Naked, hard and gorgeous, he crawls on top of you. Spreading your legs, John whistles at the sight.

“So wet, bunny. S’like she’s cryin’…but that’s okay.. I’ll keep apologizing until my girls feel all better.” He whispers, pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee; looking deep into your eyes.

Heat blooms all through your chest and you just know this will be the best “apology” you’ve ever gotten.

♡︎ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ, ᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴏʟʟᴀʀ😌

[the-evening-shade]

[writer-room]

I've decided the only reason Lloyd, known descendant of dragons, didn't tell this to Egalt, who refuses to train non-dragons, is for the same reason he never mentioned he's the First Spinjitsu Master's grandson. It just never came up. Nobody asked him directly about it. And besides, he's only like, one-fourth dragon, so does it really count? He doesn't look like a dragon, and he has never in his life considered himself a dragon. Mentioning his ancestry to Egalt probably would've just made him look like some hotshot, or make him more annoyed. There's no need to bring up such a silly little fact. He's sure it won't be important later.

[probably-shey]

I love recycled animation. It adds to the charm, and it's essential to why the animated series is just iconic.

also here is my immersive Fanfiction:

Kirk: "Where is Spock???"

Spock: "Captain, I'm right back here looking through the scanner View Master. There is a rainbow over a mountain and a cow."

"We can't find spock!"

Spock: "Captain, the cow-"

Kirk: "Where is spock? I can't stop crying." *kirk frantically snaps his fingers, wildly gesturing to get Sulu's attention* "lieutenant, hold me. Actually shaking rn"

[ashpkat]

old men i am in love with (an updated list, from a woman kisser):

- elias bouchard (as of Now)

- master joseph (as of [REDACTED])

- emperor belos (i’m stopping this as of bullshit you don’t wanna know)

- claude frollo (um)

thank you and goodnight

[lokittystuckinatree]

I hope the Master has a massive building-sized several-thousand-pipe pipe organ in their TARDIS

[nyarlathesleeper]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

THE NEW KEYGEN CHURCH ALBUM CAME IN EARLY!!! BEFORE THE ALBUM OFFICIALLY RELEASES!!! IT'S FUCKING GORGEOUS!!!

PRAISE THE CODE!!!!!

[swbumblebee]

Cody looked up and down the empty street, once again wondering when he’d lost his mind. It was probably the day on Kamino when a soggy ginger Jedi entered his life.

“C’mon General hurry up” he muttered to himself, rubbing his hands together watching his breath mist in the Coruscant winter air. At this low level, with the dark outline of the temple looming in front of him, waiting alone in the dark in his civvies was a very spooky experience.

A metallic clang and the creek of a door made him jump and turn in relief, his Jedi approaching with an apologetic smile and a robe in his hands.

“I’m so sorry Cody, I couldn’t get Mace to leave!” he explained hurriedly, helping the freezing trooper into the cloak and taking Cody’s hands in his own, rubbing quickly.

“Come on, come on in” the harried man ushered him towards the small nondescript doorway, almost perfectly blending in with the grubby walls, old crates and general detritus that characterised this part of the city.

“Where…” Cody looked at the dark passage ahead of them as the door closed with a squeak and a clang behind them. “Where does this lead? I still don’t know why I couldn’t just use the front door we could have come up with some cover!” he said, only slightly irritated at the whole palaver.

“Ahhh but you see his charming maintenance passage leads straight into the Steam Pipe Trunk Distribution Venue, my dear” his infuriating Jedi took his hand, and Cody could see his cheeky smirk and sparkling eyes by the blue light of his ‘sabre.

The clone frowned and allowed himself to be pulled along.

“The Steam Pipe….” He trailed off, a memory surfacing all of a sudden.

---

“…Yeah well, Obi-Wan lives in the airing cupboard.”

 General Skywalker smirked at his mentor, a conversation that had started out with Rex’ innocent question about life in the temple was rapidly going the way of all other Kenobi-Skywalker conversations. Descending into bickering and teasing.

Cody shook his head ruefully.

“Excuse me! It is not the airing cupboard, it’s the Steam Pipe Trunk Distribution Venue.” The irritated Master in question snapped before correcting himself; “And it’s not the steam pipe distribution venue, it’s my flat!”

Ahsoka giggled and General Skywalker snorted. Cody watched Rex’ expression mirror his own of surprise.

He’d never seen inside his General’s temple flat, though he’d imagined it a number of times. But he was a fairly unimaginative person and it always ended up being the Generals office but with more meditation mats and even more robes everywhere.

He had, though, always assumed it was fairly large and high quality. A classy place for a classy man.

“Master Obi-Wan you really need a bigger space. What if me and Skyguy want to pop in?” she asked imploringly.

“Ye,s such a shame that’s just not possible” the senior Jedi muttered into his tea, just loud enough for Cody to hear.

Out loud he answered.

“I know my dear, but it's home and I like it. Force Knows Plo keeps trying to bully me into moving, but it was the only one available when I got my seat, and now I can’t be bothered” he explained blithely to Cody and Rex.

Both his young Jedi charges rolled their eyes.

“And it’s lovely and warm” General Kenobi said defensively.

“Sure Master, airing cupboards are. Ow!”

---

Cody smiled at the memory (and the look on Skywalkers face when Obi-Wan, in a surprisingly petty move, jabbed him with a fork) and comprehension dawned.

A new eagerness spurred him onwards.

“Oh the Steam Pipe Trunk Distribution Venue, I’ve always wanted to see that” he said, pulling his sneaky Jedi into a laughing kiss.

[briarmasterwilson]

Stop being afraid, and give in to your desires. You know what you want boi 😈.

[roughridingrednecks]

Dock Master

6'5", 275lbs.

[the-evening-shade]

[chronologiical]

welcome to the shop

[goldiipond]

Hii skye. Im bored. Do u have any ocs

HIII RUBY MY FRIEND im bored too we'll get through this together <3 as for ocs i feel like im the kind of person who would have a lot of em just because im so autistic about character design and i fucking love making little guys but. i don't have any outside of me just sketching a funky character that i immediately forget about </3 i suppose the closest i have would be my pmtok gijinkas because i was very passionate about the amount of potential in that game and the resulting au became very. distant from the original. here's an old post w all of em though, i still would really like to do something bigger w them in the future <3

i DID have a little group of ocs and a rough story from when i was 12-14 but unfortunately those drawings have mostly been lost to time n i. dont remember much <3 however the main character was a tan anthro cat with blue hair/markings and her name was skye. yes i named myself after my old oc i made in middle school