#popped my cherry

[chalkrub]

various art trades from the past month! had FUN as usual

[emeraldghast]

still catching up on autumn life

@driflew + @evenmoreevil + @jinxitaj + @tibbycaps + @cherrifire + @hopepetal + @applestruda + @aresonist are detailed enough to tag i think. mostly cuz i wanna see if any of em have thoughts on sona designs (i loveeeeeee informed stylization of character designs) local doody and froag hafta find this on their own though

[veruca4seether]

(the deal, mitski / batman annual #25 / red hood: lost days / under the hood)

jason, talia, bruce & the price of love

[evergreen-endo]

CHAUFFEUR | Y. ENDO + C. TAKIISHI

cw: 18+ mdni, f! reader, fluff to smut very quickly, car sex(?), reader gets fingered lol. uhh that's it i think. wc: 1.5k. a/n: this is p tame compared to my other works on here ✮ツ hope u enjoy anyway.

“Thank fuck,” you breathe, luggage in hand as you finally make it past baggage claim. It’s been a long few weeks on your business trip without Takiishi and Endo. While you enjoyed the peace and quiet at first, it quickly became lonely without them. They’re always there to help you relax after a long shift, or to listen to you complain about your boss, though it tends to turn into them threatening to talk to him for you. 

You wait on a bench outside the airport for Endo to pick you up, jittering with excitement. You’re sure he has plenty of stories to fill you in on– he’ll take any opportunity to talk about Takiishi– as well as pent up energy to take out on you. The thought makes you cross your legs and smile to yourself in anticipation.

The all too familiar low, rumbling purr of Endo’s car alerts you that he’s nearby, and you scurry to your feet. The polished black sheen of it rolls around the corner, definitely over the airport parking lot speed limit, and pulls up right in front of you, the brakes nearly screeching to a halt. You swear the driver’s side door opens before the car even comes to a full stop, and Endo's tall, tattooed frame prances towards you, muscled arms outstretched, with a bellowing, “Babyyyy!”

He’s just as excited as you are, and butterflies swarm in your tummy at the thought. As he closes the distance, you lunge towards him and get swallowed up in his warmth, face pressed against his pecs that bulge under his tank top. His voice is muffled against your hair when he murmurs, “I missed you baby, welcome home!” 

You giggle, “Not exactly home yet, Yamato. Countin’ on you to get me there.”

He presses a kiss onto the top of your head with an obnoxious muah, and mutters, “Got you, baby. Lemme get these bags off your hands.” As he turns to load your bags in the trunk, you startle a bit at the presence behind him you hadn’t previously noticed– Takiishi.

He stares, waiting for you to approach him. Staring back in shock, because a bustling airport isn't exactly his scene, you amble towards him, “O-oh. Chika. You came!” He blinks, and nods, fingers twitching at his sides, perhaps in anticipation. You fumble a bit in your steps toward him, and your eyes flit around his face in search of…well, anything, really.

The sound of the trunk slamming shut barely registers as you and Takiishi stare at each other, as well as Endo’s sing-songy tone, “Of course he came! I told you he missed you!” 

The comment has you beaming and craning your neck up at the man in front of you, hinting that you want a kiss without being too forward for his liking. But Takiishi, full of surprises as he is, pulls you to him by the back of your neck, making you yelp. The second your lips connect, his tongue is sliding against yours and nearly breaching your throat. He drinks you in like he’s trying to consume you, sucking and biting your lips until drool drips down your chin. Even then, he’s dipping down with his tongue to clean you up before he gets you messy all over again. His hands circle your waist and run down your hips, squeezing as gently as is possible for him. Ringed fingers dip under the hem of your shirt so he can smooth over the skin of your belly, making you squeak from the sudden cold. You’re brought back to reality when the airport’s sliding doors open beside you, and a group emerges, murmuring amongst themselves and letting out awkward coughs. 

Your eyes shoot open and you separate with a loud pop, a string of spit still connecting the two of you as you nervously laugh in their direction, averting your eyes while his burn into you, still. A deep giggle reminds you that Endo's waiting, arms crossed and bulging over his chest as he leans against his car. His mouth is stretched into a smitten grin as he gazes at the two of you, completely infatuated, before he chirps, “Ya ready now?”

Endo opens the backseat door for you, like a gentleman, before a harsh grip on his wrist prevents him from closing it. Takiishi slides in beside you, grabbing the inside handle to slam it shut, almost crushing Endo’s fingertips in the process. Endo sighs to himself with a dreamy smile as he walks around to the driver’s side door. Lovebirds, he thinks.

The second Takiishi sits beside you, his hands are on you. Innocent at first— as innocent as he can be. He rubs and squeezes at your thighs as you rest your head on his shoulder and throw quick, tired responses to Endo as he blabbers on enthusiastically, oblivious to the scene behind him. 

“Did you touch yourself while you were away?” Takiishi whispers right into your ear, calloused palm trailing up your thigh. 

You nod your head no, and he tsks. “I don’t believe you.”

His fingertips dip under your skirt as he recalls the times you missed their calls in the past two weeks, claiming to be “too busy” to answer, even though you promised to call back later. He didn’t take kindly to your lack of availability. It was to the point Endo was nearly praying you’d pick up on the first ring, just so he wouldn’t have to walk on eggshells around Takiishi until you graced them with a call back. 

He pulls your panties to the side, swiping a finger through your folds and breathing out deep through his nose at the feeling of your slick. Other than the kiss at the airport, he can’t think of any other reason you’d be dripping like this. So now, as he’s gathering your slick on the pads of his fingers to circle your clit, he wonders if maybe you truly went two weeks without touching yourself to the thought of them. Most importantly, him. The thought has him bristling, a searing heat behind his eyes and a tight pull in his chest. He kisses his teeth, unfamiliar with the feeling that’s been brewing in his gut since you left. So what if you were too busy to miss him? Your pussy clearly wasn’t.

In one movement, he’s down to the knuckle of his index. Your eyes flit to Endo in the rear view mirror, his own twinkling as he beams, rattling off plans he’s made now that you’re back. You’re half listening, nodding so Endo feels acknowledged and Chika feels encouraged— not that it would stop either of them from doing what they want.

You’re thankful for the way Endo never shuts up, or there would be nothing to cover the squelch as Takiishi slides a second finger in, curling them upwards and moving at just the pace you like. His rough fingers drag against your walls in a way yours never could, stretching you and reaching spots you long for when he’s not around. He scissors them, prompting you to spread your thighs further apart to give him more access. Pushing deeper into you, he feels around for the spot he knows will have you falling apart in no time. A gentle reminder that you have no business ignoring him again.

Endo's voice is merely an echo to you, but you're alert enough to register and muster out mumbled affirmations. It doesn't sit well with the man who's knuckle deep in you, waiting on you to give him what you owe him. Once he brings the heel of his palm down to grind against your clit, you’re fucked. There’s no way to hide the blissed out expression you wear or the desperate cant of your hips to match his tempo. 

Endo, still babbling on, checks the rear view mirror, nearly pouting at your lack of response, only to see the whites of your eyes and Chika latched onto your neck. Suddenly he’s quiet, and turning the music down too, so he can hear how sloppy you are as Takiishi pumps his fingers inside you. He’s not paying enough attention to the road to notice a pothole that directs Chika’s fingers straight into your sweet spot, forcing a loud, strangled moan out of you.

“Chika,” you whine, rolling your head back onto the headrest and grabbing at his thighs. 

“Hm. So now you wanna talk to me?” He angles his fingers to press up against that spot, over and over again.

“Can….hah! Ah..Chi—fuck!” 

“Use your words.”

“Chika….Chika can I cum? Please?”

He responds by pushing his fingers deeper as Endo takes a hand off the wheel to palm his aching cock. 

An obscene, drawn out moan of Takiishi’s name is followed by a sob, and you’re squirting all over his fingers and Endo’s leather seats. He removes them to lean forward and drag his hand along Endo’s cheek before dipping into his mouth. Endo moans as his eyes roll back into his head, swerving around on the road in the process. “Watch it.” Takiishi corrects. Endo nods rapidly, eyes lidded. Chika leans back and drags his gaze down your body, adjusting your skirt and patting your hair down. “Is that enough proof?” 

You’re still reeling from your orgasm, head fuzzy, “Pr–huh? Proof of what?”

“...That I missed you.”

[knifeforkspooncup]

Just a fluffy kiss for @lickthecowhappy who's been writing the cutest, heart rending, and dare I say saucy poems lately about the ineffables kissing!

My favourites are this one, and this one, and THIS one! Actually all of them, go read all of them.

[janumun]

God, you guys have no idea what this hug has done for me. It has watered my crops, cleared my acne, jumped me in my bed while I slumbered unaware, took me by the throat, body slammed me against the wall and fucked up my insides like Sylus’ big, thick, un-lubed cock. But that’s alright because I love the pain.

Sylus fuc/kers, you can bet good money I am working on another Sylus fic, smut ofcourse, based on this card for the good of my heart, soul and 🐱 ✍🏽✍🏽

The fic is now out and it can be found here ♥️

[cherrirui-official]

Awe yeah Hitman JD art (+ semi-unrelated doodle bc I wanted to put something over the cut)

!! Blood warning for the art under the cut !!

@lemony-and-zesty HI I stumbled upon your Hitman John Dory au while looking at trolls fanart and I'm SO NORMAL abt him!!!! I just had to draw him I hope that's okay

[deadpanwalking]

hello do you mind if I ask you a question about Russian! You can in fact say yes I do mind. Then please stop reading. I’m reading Katz’s translation of the brothers karamazov and I’m curious about the word nadryv — is it a word that people often/conversationally use as “violent expression of emotion” in a sort of derogatory way, or is that use fairly unique to Dostoyevsky? How often do people used it to mean a physical tear? What do you think about the word “laceration” as the translation? (I’m a little taken aback by it bc nobody has ever used it to mean how Dostoyevsky means it in front of me … but I am not an expert. I know what he MEANS but probably there’s no English word for it.)

Ana, your questions are always so fucking good.  I was at an arcade with my coworkers last night, and after I read it, I thrice fumbled easy skill shots on the Aerosmith pinball machine because I was thinking about how to answer it.

The reason why надрыв always makes the “untranslatable Russian words” lists is specific to its usage within the context of Russian literature—outside of that, it's fairly unremarkable.  I’m not going to get into the nitty-gritty of the derivational morphology, but it’s worthwhile to consider the mechanics.

So you know how Russian has 200,000 words, but English has over a million? It's because Russian is a fusional synthetic language with a high morpheme-to-word ratio. We "synthesize" words by taking a root and slapping prefixes, suffixes, inflections, and endings to it to alter their specific semantic and emotional connotations. You can imagine how something like that can be challenging (and insanely fun) for translators to work with.

On its own, над is a word that means “over, on, at, or above”, but it's also one of the most commonly used prefixes.  Its English equivalent works the same way—consider the differences between see and oversee or coat and overcoat.  

IIRC, the suffix -рыв is from the Proto-Balto-Slavic word for “dig”, though in Russian, it’s come to mean “tear or rupture”—here’s a list of ways that it is used with various prefixes.  As a deverbal, надрыв is used to describe a tear on the surface of something, but also–significantly– something that’s strained unto breaking.  I’ll give you some non-Dostoevskian examples from everyday life:

«Хватит этого надрыва! Пинбол-автомат не насмехается над тобой», – сказал мой раздражённый коллега.

(“Enough with the drama. The [Aerosmith] pinball machine is not mocking you,” said my annoyed colleague.)

«Зачем этот надрыв? Никто не заставляет тебя играть на пинбол-автомате по двадцать часов в сутки. И что ты пытаешься этим доказать?» – сказала моя жена, видя, что я буквально изматываю себя игрой.»

(“Why are you putting so much effort into this? Nobody's forcing you you to play the [Aerosmith] pinball machine twenty hours a day.  What are you trying to prove?” my wife said, seeing that I was literally exhausting myself with the game.”)

Доктор сказал, что из-за чрезмерной игры на пинбол-автомате у меня произошёл надрыв карпальной связки, и теперь ему придётся ампутировать мне руку.

(The doctor said that, because of excessive playing on the [Aerosmith] pinball machine, I sustained a tear in my carpal ligament, and now he’ll have to amputate my arm.)

The Dostoevskian надрыв is its own thing. He first used the word in The Demons, but you could also say that what it describes is a recurring theme in the majority of his work—the plate tectonics of moral and existential schisms that rend individuals, dividing children from their innocence, intellectuals from reason, hedonists from the pleasure of their unexamined lives, willful men from free will, virtuous men from faith, sinners from salvation, etc. 

Translators always approach it carefully—I’ve seen “laceration”, “heartache”, “strain”, “fracture”. Pevear of P&V explained their choice (“strain”) by talking about 'translator's drift", which is "when the translator decides, 'Well, I know what that means and it means this.'" Drifting is dangerous for “there are 20,000 ways to say anything, but the author wrote it only one way.” They chose “strain” to amplify the aspect of the word that evokes the tension of the skin just before it splits open into a wound, rather than the more visually-evocative image of the wound itself.

“Laceration” is a perfectly cromulent choice, and the translation you have is excellent, but I prefer the P&V because, historically, translators have smoothed over the peculiarities of Dostoevsky's writing to make his language “read like a classic”. “Strain” is unbeautiful, but as a native Russian speaker, I find that it superimposes nicely over надрыв, and it respects the deliberate choice Dostoevsky made to synthesize that specific word—does that make sense?

[royalich]

Theyre actually stupid 😭

[cacaocheri]

@snoopypliot's Holmes design made me think of these guys again... i miss my poptropica ocs

For those curious, Wattson is Holmes's younger brother in my oc lore! They have a rather strained relationship, as Dr. Harold Langley literally made Wattson to be the complete antithesis to Holmes.... oh well

[jeyneofpoole]

im going to do so much violence in this google doc

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[slutpoppers]

Lady Gaga's new single DISEASE Out Now!!!

[from-light-to-blue]

my hand

Cherry-Coloured Funk

You’ll hang the hearts

Black and dull as the night

You hanged your past and start being

As you in ecstasy

Still being cried and laughed at before

Should I be sewn and hugged?

I can by not saying

Still being cried and laughed at

From light to blue

I should I be hugged and tugged down

Through this tiger’s masque?

[solroswaslost]

Greasers kids:

Skillet (FreshGrease)

Billy (FreshGrease)

Jellybean (FreshGrease)

David (FreshGrease)

Retro (FreshGrease.. but technically PaperFreaser?)

Disco (Surprisingly.. FreshGrease might be PaperFreaser)

Glossy (FreshGrease)

Swirl (Oh hey, FreshGrease)

Yoyo (FreshGrease again)

Cherry (It's... FreshGrease)

Pastille (Oms.. FreshGrease)

Bubba (Did I forget FreshGrease?)

Gummi (I think I did... FreshGrease)

Mazie (FreshGrease)

Nifty (Right... FreshGrease)

HotRod (FreshGrease)

Pepsi Pop (FreshGrease)

Furbah (...FreshGrease)

Tune (PaperGrease)

Jody (PaperGrease)

Chase (GinVin)

Mellow (Oms it's FreshGrease)

[themintman]

The badge seller but small lmao

LITTLE GUY!!!!