#pls mind the tags

[maered613]

Din’s son is dead: To begin with, there's no doubt whatsoever about that.

What there is doubt about, however, is how Din can possibly go on; having loved and lost in a way he never expected he would.

The only thing keeping him moving is the thought that Grogu would want him to. So, he soldiers forth, through the numbing pain and the aching grief; just trying to get through one day at a time.

Until he meets Luke.

Luke, who refuses to leave Din’s loneliness unbroken and makes him feel like, maybe, he could live again.

It's only fitting, then, when Luke reveals that he is a Mortician. It's his life’s mission to help distraught families send off their loved ones to whatever awaits in the undiscovered country from which no traveller returns.

Din thinks that being surrounded by death must be his life’s new purpose.

Din is more right than he knows.

[aspiring-artist-em]

Blow or Blow (aka me dealing with the unrelenting, encroaching deadline of me returning back to my sorority for work week)

a little snippet from my new smut fic, which is a late birthday present for @spookymoonie, pls mind the tags

fic: Sirius Black and the Life Altering Choice between Blow and Blow

Sirius stared at the options laid out in front of him. He did nothing but look between the carefully created white line, and the dick bulging behind the seams of the frat president’s fly. Blow or blow. Back and forth, between the cocaine on the silver tray and the cock he could choose to suck. Blow or blow, who knew frat men could be this creative. It was a clever play on words, really. Sirius didn't think it was possible for them to come up with something like this, with their little boozy brains and all. Although, from his position, kneeling on the dirty frat house floor in nothing but his boxers, he didn’t really have room to speak. “Well Black? Choose, blow or blow.”

I hope you enjoy!!!

[stardust948]

~*~ 

Katara rubbed her sore arms as she trudged back to the apartment. Training was extra hard today. She figured it was because Hama witnessed the incident with Chan. Katara was grateful for the lessons on self-defense, but she would surely feel it in the morning.

Down the road, she saw someone walking towards her. Katara tensed, already reaching for water, before realizing who it was. Relief melted into annoyance and worry when she saw the cuts and bruises.

“Do you ever have a normal day?”

Zuko pulled off his hood, revealing even more bruises and dried blood.

“I think we both know the answer to that.” 

~*~

[starii-lins]

doodled some bill aus :3

uncle bill au: @a-scary-lack-of-common-sense

handyman bill: @handymanbill

mr bill pines: @honeqq

bill & mabel friendship au: @millenianthemums

[ghosted-jazz]

Black Mercy

[nibeul]

guitar lessons

[id: It’s a drawing of Hobie teaching Pavitr how to play the guitar. Pavitr sits criss-cross with Hobie’s guitar in his lap with his tongue poking out of his mouth in concentration and Hobie sits behind him with his hands also on the guitar and a smile on his face. They are both drawn as they are depicted in the movie, Hobie having dark brown skin, wicks, and numerous piercings, and Pavitr with brown skin and wavy hair. Their outfits are also the same as in the movie, Hobie with a leather jacket, plaid and patched pants, a blue shirt, and spiked bracelets, and Pavitr in a red and blue Spider-Man suit adorned with gold. The only difference is Hobie is without his boots, simply wearing blue socks instead. He is outlined in a paper-y texture and the guitar is outlined in yellow. /end id]

[tullecake]

after a lot of procrastinating - I drew up Surge to go along with my Kit panel redraw

alt versions under the cut --

original colors - plus the two drawings together !!

[thurio-edau]

idk man i might have a... theory... that @b3achysurfur and @5andysurfur are the same person,, just a theory...

[talaok]

Late night

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!reader

summary: Derek asks spencer about a late night he had.

warnings: mentions of smut, but just fluff

a/n:(obviously) I'm rewatching, and I got to episode 1x10 and I had to write about this scene(please tell me someone remembers it)

"Easy there tough guy, have some coffee with your sugar, "Derek said, a smirk appearing on his face as soon as he got a glimpse of the obscene amount of sweetener Spencer was putting in his coffee.

"I need something to wake me up" Spence explained, not showing signs of stopping.

He was tired,

God, he was tired,

He wasn't used to this, no, not at all,

and it wasn't like he was complaining, he had the time of his life last night,

He felt like he was dreaming, or hallucinating really,

it just didn't make any sense.

You didn't make any sense.

He was a nerd, a weirdo, a robot, things that until now, he had learned weren't appealing to the ladies,

but still,

there you were,

somehow interested in him,

enough to spend the night with him,

enough to let him get a mere 3 hours of sleep last night.

"late night?" Derek asked, grinning widely.

"very" Spencer couldn't help but smile, as flashbacks invaded his mind.

his mouth on yours, the taste of your tongue, the feel of his hands on you, of your soft skin, of your curves, the feel of you, and then finally of your voice, your sweet sweet voice murmuring his name, and moaning loudly into the thick air.

"my man" Derek said proudly, making Spencer cuss himself internally.

shit, that's right,

he wasn't supposed to know about it,

nobody was,

not until you knew what it was,

not until you were ready.

"not that kind of late night" he lied, and surprisingly, it was convincing, no pitching of the voice, or weird hand ticks, nothing, just his usual self.

"ok so tell me" Derek walked up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder, and right at that moment, you entered the kitchen "what does keep young dr. Reid awake at night?"

You stopped in your tracks, your lips involuntarily twitching into a smile as you heard those words.

Spencer glanced at you, his cheeks immediately turning a brighter shade of pink,

"wait let me guess" Derek started, thankfully too deep into his thoughts to notice the not-so-subtle looks just exchanged "memorizing some obscure textbook?"

You bit down a grin, going to pour some coffee for yourself.

sure,

if by memorizing a textbook he meant every single inch of your body,

"no, no, no." Morgan waved his hands, correcting himself " working on cold fusion" he tried again

You had to bring the mug up to your mouth to cover the wide smile on your lips, as you looked at the scene, Spencer's cheeks continued to redden as he felt your eyes on him.

"no, I got it, I got it, I got it" Derek tried to guess again

"watching star trek and laughing at the physics mistakes"

You couldn't help it this time,

a small laugh escaped your throat, and you opened your mouth to justify yourself once both the men turned to look at you, but Spencer interrupted you "Actually, there aren't that many scientific errors in star trek, especially considering how long ago it was made. there are certain improbabilities, but not that many outright errors."

Morgan raised his eyebrows at you, his eyes expressing very clearly -this guy huh?-, and you smiled knowingly, your eyes, in turn, saying -I know, trust me I know-

Derek smiled at your expression before going back to Spence "Right" he said, patting his shoulder before leaving quickly, not wanting to hear one more second of his rambling.

You smiled, walking closer to the now-beaming man.

"so, late night huh?" you asked

"the best of my life"

[sigsfigs]

let's dance

close up of them........... theyre soooo super cute to meeeee v_v)) i love you bisexuals of color............. i love them too much i think fabian deserves to be with a sweet passionate girl who loves him for who he is and not go through messy toxic situationships anymor e wuhhhhh

[applestruda]

Did some fanart of the dance scene in @cherrifire desert duo anamatic

[filurig]

instructional booklet for basal and listless ceteceans feeling like looking for porpoise

[ledgersmountain]

And that's why i don't like reading fanfics or imagines with real life people, especially smut or stuff like that, not anymore bc it's just... weird

I don't see a problem with fictional characters because, obviously, they don't exist, but writing a scenario where a real person, who has a family, a job, relationships, etc, fucking you or doing whatever, is already absurd to me (my opinion)

It seems that people see these public figures as an object and not as a REAL person that should be respected.

Edit: if pedro already feels uncomfortable with some thirsty tweets about his person imagine the fanfics

[stardust948]

Dead Hearts - Chapter 21

~*~

“I know someone who’s… weak on the outside… and bad on the inside like their heart has died and they're nothing but a walking corpse. If that person would to become physically stronger, what would they become?”

Katara was silent for a moment. “Not a bad person.”

“How could you be so sure?”

“Because a bad person wouldn’t worry about this. They would only be concerned with getting stronger.” Katara said gently. “You’re not a bad person, Zuko. You have a good heart. I know it.”

He looked at her, surprised.

“I’ve done terrible things." His voice wavered. "I’m trying to make them right but I’m worried I’ll still end up like…”

Ozai. His father. The killer.

~*~

[nandermoenthusiast]

not them having a fucking showdown about which one of them was more devoted to the other………… not them making it a fucking competition and a fucking argument which one of them is more down bad horrendous for the other and STILL they havent had their realisation in the dead of night/day while lying in their bed/coffin that the other has feelings for them

[veveisveryuncool]

some season 4 doodles :]

im crazy.