#right in the feels dude

[misteria247]

Saw the English lyrics for Lock-On and can I just say???? Omfg??????

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Jason insists on being the bait for a joint mission with the Bats. But the moment he starts “screaming” during the interrogation process, Batman calls the whole thing off and smashes right through the window and into the first thug.

Absolutely nobody is surprised by this development. Except Jason.

[just-null]

Do you ever do requests? If so, do you ever plan on drawing some Yandere with the Hantengu clones? :D hope you have a good day/night!!!

Mentioning an unfamiliar name

yes!! I love yanderes.. and these guys.. these guys are such good material...... nods nods..

I'm not sure about requests..I assume you mean drawing requests? I suppose if it REALLY catches my interest enough, I'd do it, but it'd probably just be line art/sketches.

[canisalbus]

Hi, I love your art and made a little witch AU. Hope you don't mind :)

The idea is that Vasco was torn up enough about the injustice of Machete's death and that they never really got a chance to have a happy life together that he was willing to look into… dubious methods

Badabing badaboom Machete's back. They run away together, both because theres nothing left for Machete and to avoid persecution, and spend time together trying to cope with grief, religious trauma and the changing times as their lives are artificially extended

They have a little witch shop :)

(I might make more art later, hope you don't mind if I send it through here)

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[meo-eiru]

ich liebe Silas so sehr. Ich habe ihn sogar allen meinen Freunden, meinen Cousins und sogar meinem Schwarm gegenüber erwähnt. Aber ich kann ihnen nicht zu viel gestehen, deshalb bekenne ich hier als anonymer Benutzer meine Sünden.

ich möchte so sehr an seinen Titten saugen. ich möchte, dass er auf meinem Gesicht reitet, bis ich ersticke. ich möchte, dass er in jedem Moment, in dem wir zusammen sind, mit mir rummacht. ich möchte sein Sperma essen, trinken und darin schlafen.

ich brauche Silas. ich brauche seine großen Titten in meinem Gesicht. ich brauche seine Schenkel um meinen Kopf. ich brauche, dass er mich in seinen Armen trägt, während ich mein Gesicht in seinen riesigen, himmlischen, engelsgleichen Brüsten vergrabe.

ich liebe Silas, verdammt noch mal. Ich liebe ihn so sehr.

und von Elias will ich gar nicht erst anfangen. Gott, ich will ihn. Verdammt. Ich bete für den Tag, an dem ich jemanden treffe, der so schön und perfekt ist wie er. Dieser Tag ist der Tag, an dem die Welt Frieden sehen wird. Oh mein Gott, ich liebe Elias. Ich will ihn reiten. Nein, ich will, dass er mich reitet. Ich will, dass er mich an eine Wand kettet und mir sagt, wie sehr er mich liebt. Ich will ihn. Ich brauche ihn.

Und, oh Mann, Micah? Oh, verdammt. Oh ja. Wann immer ich mich entscheide, mir ein Tattoo zu machen, wird sein Gesicht auf meinen Rücken tätowiert. Er wird für immer auf mir sein. Ich liebe ihn. Ich begehre ihn. Es ist mir egal. Er kann mich manipulieren, einsperren, erniedrigen.

ES IST MIR EGAL! ICH BRAUCHE IHN. ICH BRAUCHE VERDAMMT NOCH MAL MICAH. ICH BRAUCHE ELIAS. ICH BRAUCHE SILAS. SCHEISSE. SO PERFEKT. ICH KANN ES NICHT MEHR ZURÜCKHALTEN.

Danke fürs Zuhören.

[thewanderingmask]

welmit crab.

welscrab?

shellsknight!

[found--family]

cas would not kiss dean first. dean would also not kiss cas first. this is their tragedy. but a shapeshifter or some kind of monster clone or djinn dream would initiate the first kiss and they would 100% return it. or the real dean and cas would've just simply fallen together somehow like tripped and fell and gravity would bring their mouths together whoops anyway they'd both take it from there - and that's not fate pulling strings it's just dumb luck for these two dumbasses (affectionate)

[xxcrumbxx]

Hello hello soo um im still workin on it ,ive been kinda burnt out from it an ik thers no real preshure and im wayyy past valintinse day but heres a wip of those silly lil valintines cards

Also today is my birth day im 22 now so .. Thats a thing. Anyway im planing on making like 3 alternet vershions of eclips 1 with the cannon tipical 2 arm pre decomishion desighn 1 with the 4 armed fannon /cannon design and 1 with the 4 armed ballone world desighn. Probly ganna take a bit but what ever it will be valintine in fuckin may who cares lol

[alukaforyou]

ooh i wonder wat hes doing heh :3c wip

[opikiquu]

(disappears for a month and reappears with a slightly obscure hyperfixation) Hey guys

[dizzybizz]

ms jay herself (and apple)

[solidaritygaming-fanblog]

do you think Jimmy swore off worshiping Joel. Do you think he slandered his name and screamed curses and vowed to never kneel at an altar again. Do you think Joel took it, knowing that maybe he had gone too far this time, that maybe this couldn't be repaired with simply a needle and thread. Do you think that one day a raid came to Tumble Town, a massive raid, closer to an army. Do you think that they managed to gain the towns control. Do you think that they threatened the Sheriff's life, and the life of his citizens. Do you think he was overwhelmed with terror and fear that he fell back on something old? Do you think that, just for a moment, he prayed? A desperate, scared cry, cut off as a pillager dug an iron muzzle deeper into his back?

Do you think that, less than five minutes later, holy fire fell from the sky? Do you think that a God appeared, divine metal slashing and godly magic flickering, reaping mortal blood? Do you think that when Joel found Jimmy, the god looked as terrified as the Sheriff felt, and hovered around him for hours, just making sure he was alright?

Do you think that Jimmy broke that vow? That little, half reverent whispers were carried on the wind? Do you think that something was properly healed that day- not fixed with thread, but scared over, rough but ready to try again?

[96kurtswrld]

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guys tmi i'm ovulating i'm so sorry i gotta share my thoughts nsfw 18+ minors shoo, fem reader, thigh riding, regular riding, creampie (whoops), wrap it before you tap it guys pls, a little nipple play. steve is so handsy and so mouthy i'm sorry. fem nicknames like honey, pretty girl, good girl, baby ect. flustered fem reader (is that a warning? idk but i'll include it anyways), really just pure freaking filth tbh and it's probably a little inaccurate i am not a smut writer at all but i had to share okay enjoy pls

thinking about riding steve....it started as an innocent afternoon on the couch together. a rare day off of work for steve. there's a movie playing on the tv but you've since long forgotten about it, too focused on steve's hand that rests on your thigh. and then his hand had inched higher. and then before you knew it he had you in his lap, straddling one of his thighs as you ground against it. your head resting on his chest as you moved, his hands on your hips helping to guide you as he pressed soft kisses to your jaw. eventually the tent in his jeans is too much to ignore, and your undoing his button and pawing off his pants before he can even register it. he's slide his hands around to grab the front of your shirt, lifting it up and tossing it on the other end of the couch. his hands softly trace up the curve of your tummy until he's cupping a boob in each hand, kneading them. your head tilts back in a moan, steve taking advantage to lean forward and kiss your throat, his lips moving down your chest.

his hand cups your left breast while he kisses the right one, his lips closing around your nipple as he takes it between his teeth, gently biting on the hardened bud. a gasp leaves you, causing steve to smirk as he pulls off and does the same to the other side. his hands eventually fall to your hips, glancing down at the space between your laps. "gonna ride me, pretty girl?" he asks, his voice a low hum as he speaks to you. you nod your head at him, reaching down between your bodies to grab his hard, leaking cock. he shakes his head at you. "words, honey."

"yes, stevie. wanna ride you, please?" you beg softly, your hand still wrapped around his cock. he smirks at you again, the tease that he is, and gives you a nod of approval. "there's my good girl. go ahead, honey. make yourself feel good" he tells you, his eyes lidded as he licks his lips and leans his head back against the couch, eyes staring down at you carefully. he watches as you hover above him, lining yourself up before you oh so slowly slide down on his cock. you both let out small breaths of relief, giggling at each other as steve leans forward to press a kiss to your lips. he hums contentedly as he rests his hands on your hips, his grip gentle for now.

you start slow, rocking your hips back and forth on his cock as you lean forward to wrap your arms around his neck, bringing you closer to him. you press some light kisses to his jaw and neck, pulling more low moans out of him. eventually you move start to move faster, lifting yourself up and down. your walls feel delicious around his cock, warm and tight, gripping him the way you both enjoy. small pants escape youu as you work yourself up more and more. the wet sound of his cock slipping in and out of you filling the room. steve buries his face in your neck, small moans leaving him as you bounce on his cock. he pulls back slightly to look at you, captivated by your tits bouncing as you move.

steve leans forward again to bury his face in your neck, a low guttural groan leaving him as you work yourself closer and closer towards orgasm. he grips the fat of your hips roughly. "slow baby, slow...y'gonna kill me" he slurs against your neck. you whine at his words but do as he says, slowing your movements down to a soft roll of your hips again. "i was s'close" you pout, pulling yourself back until you can see his face again. he's got a lopsided smile on his face as he looks you up and down. "i know honey, i know" he sooths, his thumbs rubbing your hip. he leans forward again to press kisses to your chest, biting and kissing the skin until it turns that light purple color he loves to see. you moan out a whisper of his name, his cock twitching inside of you as he roughly kneads your hips. "don't wanna cum just yet" he mumbles against your chest, continuing to kiss across your chest, around your boobs, up to your shoulder, down your arm. you sigh and moan as he goes, it's music to steve's ears really. he loves pulling all those pretty little sounds out of you, making you feel good. he kisses his way back to the juncture of your neck, breathing in deeply before he starts rutting his hips upwards, a gasp turned moan falling from your lips. you grip his shoulders tightly, as he quickly picks up the pace, rutting up into you rough and fast. "steve....oh my god" you whine into his ear, he grips your hips hard. he lifts you up and down in time with his thrusts, making sure his cock is buried inside you deep before pulling out and slamming back in. his tip hits your cervix he's so deep.

"come on, honey. cum for me, yeah?" he begs right in your ear, his teeth gently nipping the lobe as he thrusts. "feel so good baby, christ" he whines, his pace frantic as he gets close himself, but he wants you to cum first. you pant and whine against his chest, feeling the coil in your lower stomach tightening. what throws you over the edge is one of steve's hands sliding down towards your cunt, the rough pads of his fingers finding your clit. your so sensitive and on the edge that it only takes another second after that for you to cum. steve slows as you cum, you can feel his smile against your neck as he helps you ride out your high. you involuntarily squeeze around him as you come down, the feeling surprising steve. he cums inside of you with a gasp of your name, his entire body going rigid as he softly ruts up into you to ride out his own high now. he presses kisses on your chest, kissing up your neck until he gets to your face. he presses three quick kisses to your lips, a fourth lingering kiss follows. he smiles against your lips and runs his hands up your sides, his touch featherlight and a complete contrast from the rough grip he had on your hips. "my beautiful girl, did so good for me" he praises quietly.

the rest of the night consists of actual cuddling and movie watching, snuggled up together on the couch under the same blanket, soft touches and shy smiles shared between the two of you until it's time to get ready for bed. of course, not without a second, proper round where steve can do all the work, letting his girl simply lay there and feel good.

[starlingfawn]

will there be a space for my soul in space?

[jessmalia]

Mal's Avatar: The Last Airbender rewatch: The beach 3.05

[dollopole]

The thing that bothers me the most isn’t really Arthur’s death per se, but the how? Merlin was able to make some incantations and save Arthur from poison more than once while he was already dead, but suddenly he can’t get a fucking piece of metal out of Arthur’s fucking abdomen????? I’M GOING FERAL, I SWEAR, MERLIN’S MAGIC IS SO INCONSISTENT AND IT DOESN’T MAKE SENSE THAT HE CAN CALL THUNDERS FROM THE SKY AND KILL AN ARMY AND GO BACK TO HIS YOUNG FORM BUT CAN’T HEAL ARTHUR FROM A BLADE FORGED IN A DRAGON’S BREATH AFTER HE REALISES HE’S MAGIC ITSELF AND HAS HEALED BY HIMSELF FROM SOME DEEP FUCKING WOUNDS CAUSED BY AN HIGH PRIESTESS’ MAGIC???? MAKE IT MAKE SENSE???

I’m chill.

NO, I’M NOT—