#s'great

[itsbenedict]

so many baseball bats

get a haircut, hippie

WK reviews +5 lessons

make a list of art assets necessary for the launch

do something off that list of assets

update loop for fight screen, go through lifecycle

okay sure it's 1:43 AM but i did get everything done, and i don't have to get up early tomorrow

[insensible-waters]

My favorite part of looking for images on Google is finding someone's else's moblie screenshot of another Google image search and never find the picture in the screenshot.

[swelling-feeling]

Maxim and Spinel are vibing in public - what they're doing doesnt exactly matter, propably just going on a walk - as Spinel just looks at Maxim, giving him a nudge to grab his attention, before looking at him with a flirty look, puffing her cheeks and pointing at herself, Maxim knowing what it means, and as such making him very flustered, Spinel then showing a "shh" with her finger over her lips, playfully showing her tongue, as the two continue on their day - a little flustering gesture that only the two of them understand the meaning of

Spinel's asking Maxim to puff her up later lol

[sturnioz]

shy!matt finds himself struggling when you show off your new outfits.

"what do you think about this one?" you ask, stepping into your bedroom in your new skirt, admittedly a lot longer than your usual style, but with the cold, crisp air settling in, you wanted to be as warm, prepared and cute as possible — choosing a pretty midi skirt with delicate floral patterns that sway gently with your movements.

matt lounges on your bed, his back propped against the headboard, one leg casually crossed over the other, and he's absorbed in his phone, scrolling through his social media feed, the soft glow of the screen illuminating his face.

when he hears your voice, his eyes dart up, and he tilts his head to the side, taking in your look. a soft giggle escapes his lips, breaking the momentary silence.

"you um, look like a librarian or somethin'," he says, and when you respond with an unimpressed look, he fidgets, his smile turning sheepish as he backtracks, "a comfy librarian?"

"yeah, yeah, whatever." you murmur, tugging off your skirt with a huff and tossing it aside. matt chuckles softly, but he respects your privacy, returning his focus to his phone as he settles more comfortably on your bed, waiting for you to try on the next skirt.

the next one is shorter than what you were expecting — but paired with thick tights or even some thigh-highs, you're almost positive that the length of the skirt and the chilly air wouldn't be too much of a problem.

you smooth the black fabric with your hands, flattening out the creases as you gently call out matt's name, eager to hear his thoughts. when he looks up, his phone slips from his fingers, tumbling to the bed as his gaze locks onto your bare thighs. his mouth falls open in stunned surprise, shyness crawling over his features.

your eyebrows knit together at his odd behaviour, waiting for his approval or disapproval, but then you notice it — the unmissable tent in his pants.

"it's good, s'great," matt chokes out, his voice strained as he clears his throat. he rubs his clammy palms on his thighs, desperately averting his gaze to a random spot on the wall as he swallows thickly. "yeah, uh, that one — it's um, yeah.. s'nice."

"nice?" you repeat, a smirk spreading across your face as you glance down at the skirt, playfully tugging at the hem. "don't you think it's a little.. short?"

"short—yeah, s'kinda.. short. a little — yeah," matt stutters, nodding rapidly while blinking as if trying to clear his head. he reaches for your pillow behind him, laying it over his lap, fingers tugging at the pillow cover as though it could hide his embarrassment. "but it — it's pretty, y'know. nice."

you can't help but laugh softly, enjoying the way he fumbles for words, his shyness only making you feel more confident. you take a step closer to the bed, leaning forward slightly.

"pretty, hm? you like it?"

matt's eyes widen, and he shifts beneath the pillow awkwardly, his gaze flickering back to your legs for just a moment before he quickly looks away again. "yeah — yeah, i like it. s'just different, y'know? you... i like it."

you lean in more, lowering your voice to a sultry whisper. "you can look, matt... it's okay."

he stills for a moment, caught off guard. then, with a subtly shift of his hips against the pillow, his eyes slowly drift back to you, cheeks dusted a faint pink that deepens with every passing second.

but he doesn't let his gaze linger for long as he snaps it away, stammering, "yeah, no, m'good. m'soooo good."

"you sure?" you tease, biting down on your plush lip. "because to me it seems like you're having a hard time focussing."

matt lets out a choked groan, his tongue rolling across his cheek as he shakes his head, fully aware of your innuendo and teasing tone. he slips further down on the bed, rolling onto his side to turn away from you, burying his flustered face in the blankets.

"can't believe you're fuckin' doin' this to me.." he mumbles into the fabric, voice muffled but laced with a mix of embarrassment and shyness.

you grin to yourself at the scene, making a mental note to wear the skirt more often — especially if you're going to get a reaction like that.

© STURNIOZ

[erwinsvow]

omg can you do best friend rafe getting jealous of guys flirting with reader, so he pulls her aside and kisses her and just says “your mine” or sum like that

omg !! i did a lil hybrid of rafe's friend / sarahs bestie, but hope you love it ♡

you had bought a new dress for this party. the house parties on the kook blocks weren't something so special that they required a new outfit, but you felt different today.

nothing in your closet was screaming at you and you knew that you wanted to make an impression today—wanted to find a guy and get a date or at least a trip to one of the empty bedrooms upstairs.

so—a new dress. that was your solution—pretty and strapless, with a blue flowers and a matching ribbon tied up in the back. your plan had worked—a boy had offered to get you a drink the second you turned away from sarah and faced the crowded room.

smiling at him and twirling a piece of hair, you try to assess if this boy will do for now. he's nice enough, asking you questions without entirely making the conversation about himself. the drink he got you was a beer from the keg, but you can overlook that.

"so, you got a boyfriend?" he asks, shouting over the music. you look at him and wish he hadn't asked—officially you don't, but answering the question with a no makes your stomach turn. you look at nice brown eyes staring back at you, wondering why something about them feels wrong.

"yeah, she does." a voice comes from behind you—one you are entirely too familiar with, one that has no business approaching you now and claiming that you have a boyfriend. honestly, the nerve of him.

"no, i don't. ignore him, trust me. that's what i do."

"if you want all your teeth to stay in your mouth, get lost." your eyes roll back, turning around to confront rafe, but before you can even move, the boy shoots off in the other direction. angry now, you spin on your heels to face him.

"what is wrong with you? no, wait, don't answer that. otherwise we'll be here forever!" snappy, though you're mad the cute boy with the brown eyes that you still can't figure out why they bothered you is gone.

"why the hell are you runnin' around talkin' to some ass-"

"because i can, rafe. you're not my boyfriend. what kinda memory loss do you have that you keep forgetting that?"

maybe you went a little too far—rafe grabs your upper arm and pulls you away, out of the crowded living room and into an empty bedroom off the hallway. the music is a faint vibration from here, seemingly miles away as you try to shake off rafe's too-strong grip.

"i told you to quit talkin' to strangers. why can't y'just listen, huh?"

"i don't have to listen to you! you're still not my boyfriend-"

"i don't have to be your boyfriend, you're still mine, got that?"

though the confession makes your younger-self's heart race, your current self knows this is a bad idea. the girl who became sarah's friend and nursed a crush on her older brother for years smiles with satisfaction somewhere inside you.

"rafe, stop. this is a terrible idea, okay? let's just go back and pretend you didn't say any of that."

"what the hell d'you mean? s'great idea, kid-"

"no it's not!" you shout back, sounding more confused than angry. "you're my best friend's brother! you're my friend! this, this could end so horrible and messy. and-and you sell drugs! i don't even do any drugs!"

"huh?" rafe looks about as confused as you've ever seen him.

"and you're a player. and-and i'm not interested in that."

"are you done?"

"no!" you bark it back, but then realize that was all the excuses you had for why you can't date rafe. "yes."

"i said you're mine, and that's end of story. if i see you talkin' to some guy he's gonna turn up missing. so unless y'want that on your conscious-"

"rafe!"

"hey, my turn. m'not jokin' around. it's not gonna end, and i sell drugs, don't do them anymore. and i'm being serious about you. so shut up and c'mon, going back out there together."

stunned into silence, you blink stupidly back at rafe. he comes closer, gives you a kiss that makes your knees weak and head thud.

"new dress? i like it. let's go."

"thanks. okay." you look up at your new boyfriend, looking at his pretty blue eyes that happen to match your dress, and realizing this is why everyone else's eyes feel wrong—they're not rafe's.

[gaiahypothesims]

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Evelyn- What is going on? You didn't even answer my texts? And why are you dressed like that?

Jonah- I got a job. I started at the fire station a little while back.

Evelyn- Doing what?!

Jonah- Fire fighting stuff. Not that I've seen any action, but I'm still in the middle of training. S'great right?

Evelyn- How is this great?! You're putting your life at risk to put out fires!? Its not safe!

Jonah- So far its been saving cats and answering some rather boring house calls. Nothing major. I'm going to tuck Verity in. I'm sorry I didn't answer your texts. I just lost track of time.

[the-tartan-spartan]

Hallo Demo!! 🔥 ✨

@bubbles-and-sparks

Pyro! When tha' bloody hell didja get on here ye wee bawbag? S'great tae see I'm no' the only one!

[astarab1aze]

Booty Check 😏

"42069 outta 10, b'cause obviously, ma cherie. Looks good in 'em jeans ya wear all th' time, e'en if I ain't le'cha wear 'em fer very long- Looks good outta 'em jeans, too. buh, 'm thinkin' it looks best when ya roll outta bed first thing in th' mornin', when y'ain't got nothin' on an' yer groggy an' tired, hobblin' t' th' bathroom fer a piss an' a shower... S'great, yanno? Can see it jiggle a lil', kinda turns me on, buh more importantly- Still jus cain't believe yer mine. Tha' I getta wake up t' an eyeful o' your immaculate ass sometimes, in m' 'ouse. Gettin' yer stink on e'erythin' - shit don' smell like me no more these days-- Oh, oh, righ', y'asked me 'ow nice yer ass is. Don' tha' say it all, though? I fuckin' think it's perfect. S'exactly wha' 'm tryna see e'ery mornin', e'ery day, an' e'ery night. Pants on, pants off, I'on care, s'long as it's yours."

[ask-the-tf2-mercs]

[A box addressed to Sniper. Inside are several Australian snacks including: Shapes, Twisties, Fantails, a small tin of Milo, a travel sized jar of Vegemite, and a few frozen meat pies.]

“Here you go Sniper, thought you’d want a taste of home while you’re overseas.” From a fellow Australian.

Sniper: [pulls out everything and smiles, carefully placing it all back and picking up the box to take to his camper] S'great, mate! Thanks! I'm gonna eat all'a this at once and probably get sick after.

[pankomako]

love when i try to explain something vocally and then my brain starts buffering like a youtube video on shit wifi so i go silent mid-sentence because the right wording isnt coming to me fast enough. 's'great

[lunar-insanity]

Aight @britishsass tagged me and it looks like fun! Lessee... Five Songs I'm Currently into.

Let's start off with Poison! I haven't really kept up well with Hazbin Hotel or Helluva, but the songs will eventually invade my dash and DAMN! S'great song, animation in the show for the song is great too, fav part is absolutely the end stanza

Aaah Luck Runs Out from Epic. I just love chorus so much! And "Don't forget how dangerous the Gods are!" Is such a good starting point for any scene in my head, with one trying to warn the other so desperately

This is a new one I discovered recently and it's really good to have just looping for a while. You need a "You'll be fine" song? Here's your song

Can I just dump a whole album on here?

I'm just gonna chuck this entire album on here. If I'm listening to the Maybe Man, I'm listening to the WHOLE DAMN ALBUM. It's... honestly the closest to how I feel bout my life rn. Especially "DJ Is Crying For Help" and "Inertia"

Last one is Hand of God. I will BELT this thing out with all the strength I've got. It's got so much power and I love how everything crescendos in the 2nd half of the song. The building choir just... Beautiful

~ I don't got anyone I can really tag so Imma leave it here with some honorable mentions!

Yosemite and Jericho by Iniko Devotion by Amalee Savage Daughter by Ekaterina Shelehova Next Up Forever by AJR Creative Mind by Nathan Wagner A Little Theorizing by Stupedium Self-Proclaimed Angel by KAT Haunted by Laura Les EPIC by Jorge Rivera-Herrans

[catncore]

❝  ya'll haven't experienced anti-music till ya'll have played an' listened t' drag on dragoon. s'great. it proves you don't have t' any song writing skills, jus' a dream and a full code panic attack. ❞ samples: ★★★

[fizzarolli]

"Hey, heyyy! My sleazes stayin' W-W-WET 'n naaaasty this freaky Sunday? Awesome, AWESOME! S'great to see ya'll!"

[byanyan]

"Police were here earlier. Told 'em I didn't know a teen in a sparkly pink backpack, but you should be more discreet when coming in and out."

ㅤthey're halfway through the window when she speaks, one leg inside the flat and the other still hanging outside. startled gaze drawn lena's way, byan lowers themself to sit on the sill for a moment and casts a glance back outside, as though expecting to catch sight of flashing red and blue lights.

ㅤㅤ" shit. "ㅤspitting the curse, they stare out into the night for a moment longer, then reach back outside to grab for the sparkly pink backpack in question. hauling it up and over the windowsill, they drop it to the floor with a thud, lean their weight onto the foot that's inside, and finally pull their other leg through.

it's not the first time lena's lied for them, and while they appreciate more than they've actually expressed the fact that she's done it for them at all, let alone more than once... there's a growing problem that comes with it. they'd only fled the mall, where they'd stolen a fair amount of merchandise as well as a couple of purses and wallets, only about two hours ago. if the cops have already been here... that means they're catching on. they've been seen in the neighbourhood, seen around lena's home, and the authorities have clearly taken note.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤfuck.

ㅤㅤ" guess i'll hafta leave that here for a bit. "ㅤnodding to the bag on the floor next to their equally pink boots, byan tugs the window closed and pulls the curtains right after it. lips pursed, they turn to face lena, a 'thanks' remaining unspoken despite the word sitting at the tip of their tongue.

ㅤㅤ" think i got a few'a my other bags here, though. "ㅤactually, they know they do, hyperaware of where each of their belongings are located between the group home, lena's place, and sol's bedroom, but their incessant need to appear unbothered prevents them from admitting to that. leaning back against the wall behind them with a click of their tongue, the teen's gaze drifts toward the ceiling in thought as they consider how much of their stuff they're going to have to leave behind if they can't take the only decently sized backpack they own out of here with them.

ㅤㅤ" gonna hafta make do. —you hungry? "ㅤshifting the topic abruptly, not particularly wanting lena to ask them what they did this time or think about the cops potentially showing up here again, byan's eyes drop back to her once more with a playful wiggle of their eyebrows.ㅤ" this sparkly pink backpack does more'n just catch peoples' attention — s'great for holdin' the food i brought. i got like thirty bucks worth of sushi in there right now that i definitely didn't swipe off the takeout counter of my fave japanese place. —'cause i would never, obviously. smelled like there might be some tempura in there too, 'f we're lucky. "

[monenblogi]

"Welt, baby, I wanna show y'this cute new plant I got! Oh, s'great, I was readin' up and it c'n be used f'er all kinds of herbal remedies, too, so it ain't jus' pretty, s'useful, ain't that great? C'mon, this way, this way~!"

“Ah—now you’re admittedly having me curious. You plan to cultivate enough to sit around and be pretty at least, yes?” 

[cyberpawn]

“i hope i have arrived in time to join the festivities.”

Never Stop Blowing Up

"Nah, nah! S'great! You made it right on time, not a minute late, choom!" The mercenary who had been saving a seat sighed, relieved that Katsuo was able to make it to the fight. They had to be pretty stubborn to keep a seat in the front row open for him, and they were counting on him seeing a good underground scrap! With plenty of blood and sweat and spit and teeth flyin' out! If he was even a moment later, it'd be safe to say that Vale would've gotten punched by one of the many folks clamoring for Katsuo's spot.

"See those guys?" Vale pointed towards the ring, currently occupied by two larger-than-life men. Both respectable gentlemen wore bright colored spandex, detailed with more bright colors. "That guy in the red? That guy is Topp Dogg, he's a fuckin' human wreckin' ball the way he lays out his opponents. The gonk in green? That's Jerry "Longhorn" Dubois, total piece of shit who always cheats and he's never won a match clean. Cheer for Dogg, boo Dubois, and cheer plenty whenever anyone gets hit! Basic rules for watchin' a fight that'll probably get broken up by the cops later!"