#sCREECHIN

[wildlcck]

CASSIE (@sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins): you catch more flies with honey than with vinegar. x

❛ ugh. i can't believe i let that ol' fool talk me into this... i'm gon' have it out with him later, just you wait. this suits me 'bout as much as boots on a rooster! ❜ grumbling and fussing with the neckline of this stupid, itchy, frilly thing of a dress. even as a girl, all her shirts and dresses would be tattered and ruined with grass or dirt quick as blinking. and she'd sooner shout and spit than speak nice or whisper. acting, speaking or dressing- being- nice... it's just never really been in her wheelhouse. ❛ i reckon he's goin' senile. that, or off his damn rocker. you think anyone in their right mind's gon' be fool enough to believe this? ❜ simpering and striking the nicest pose she can muster, batting her eyelashes, before rolling her eyes and snorting with laughter. ❛ i got all the grace of a buffalo at a buffet. ❜

[inkyquince]

This is what happens when you don't stay up to write every horny idea that jumps into my head oh my GOD.

[heavenlyeros]

this was just meant to be a sketchy doodle thing then it ran away from me sfshudsfu wish i’d paid more care to composition anyway,,, everybody knows nezarec's sin was being too effin cute. lore blogs can back me up. i’m holding you at gunpoint, lore blogs

[[[dream daddy menu theme plays]]]

i’m going to put this in the bungie net gallery and pray bungie will see it. i don’t think they ever check that page. i don’t have a twitter and i don’t want one but i’ve been trying to get art of the week for years. it has nothing to do with views or popularity i just. pour so much of my soul into making art for this beautiful game and want bungie to see it and know i love them and the gorgeous things they create. pls bungie. look at the dead thing i dragged in

[felinoir-a]

𝙲𝙰𝚃𝚂   𝙳𝙴𝚂𝙿𝙸𝚂𝙴   𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙴𝚂,   𝙽𝙾   𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁   𝙷𝙾𝚆   𝙻𝙰𝚇   𝙾𝚁   𝙱𝙴𝙰𝚄𝚃𝙸𝙵𝚄𝙻   𝚃𝙷𝙴   𝙻𝙴𝙰𝙳.   Perhaps   that   is   how   the   thief   sees   Diana:   a   beautiful   temptation   to   flirt   with,   to   indulge   in,   but   to   never   keep.   Because   being   kept   means   a   collar,   and   collars   mean   leashes   and   leashes   mean   the   end   of   everything.   The   end   of   her   little   bouts   of   mischief,   the   end   of   her   adventures,   the   end   of   her   very   freedom.   The   Cat   had   tread   this   path   before   years   ago   and   knew   where   it   would   lead,   where   it   would   always   lead.   It   didn’t   matter   how   good   or   how   gentle   or   how   beautiful   she   found   the   Amazon   to   be,   Felicia   was   always   resisting   the   urge   to   flee   as   soon   as   things   began   to   feel   too   intimate,   too   vulnerable. �� 

Because   Felicia   Hardy   was   𝗡𝗢𝗧   𝗔   𝗚𝗢𝗢𝗗   𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡,   not   in   the   way   Diana   was.   

A   good   person   wouldn’t   indulge   herself   in   the   way   she   was   about   to,   knowing   what   the   other   woman   might   believe   this   to   mean.   A   good   person   wouldn’t   knowingly   play   with   another’s   emotions   for   their   own   selfish   pleasure.   But   she   was   a   𝒃𝒂𝒅   𝒈𝒖𝒚,   a   literal   villain   according   to   some,   and   so   she   would   take   everything   Diana   had   to   offer   without   thinking   of   giving   much   in   return.   

❝      That   right,   baby?      ❞   She   tilted   her   head   up   in   a   flirtatious   challenge,   a   breath’s   distance   between   their   faces.   Ink   stained   lips   were   pulled   into   a   self-satisfied   smirk,   eyes   dropping   down   to   languidly   look   at   the   brunette’s   mouth   before   darting   back   up   to   meet   her   eyes   again.   The   Cat   is   blatant   and   purposefully   obvious,   a   dare   that   she   wanted   the   other   to   take.   ❝      Don’t   tempt   me   with   a   good   time.         ❞

@felinoir

It it the Amazon's nature to make love, as it is in the cat's nature to use her claws. Felicia is not the first feline to inspire such feral need in Diana; to spark the flames of desire until the forest is ablaze. She wishes to kiss Felicia's lips raw, to capture the breath from her open mouth and swallow it whole. Her lithe fingers are made of soft skin, and she uses them to trace Felicia's bottom lip, to smear her lipstick across her mouth. She traces her nose against the tip of the blonde's, teasing them both with a glimpse of affection. Only a glimpse.

She would fall to her knees. She would whisper prayers to celebrate this masterpiece of a woman. But because humans bulk at worship, Diana makes a simpler request: ❝ I want to taste you. ❞

[spotsupstuff]

The way u draw hunter being a LARGE scugcat gimme funny ideas

FUCK THAT IS BIG. THEY LOOK LIKE THEY COULD EAT NSH, SHIT,,, THE SHEER SIZE OF THOSE EYEBALLS?????? HOLY FUCKMAS dear god not combined with those little tiny miniscule hands, dear jesus.... "They grow so fast... and so *BIG??*"

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

|'99 VMAs| Segment w/ Limp Bizkit & Korn. Plus, a red carpet interview w/ Fred & Wes

[tethered-heartstrings]

pet challange (medium), take a guess!

looks like a shiba inu

[clxckwork-sun-n-moon]

what do you mean it's February in less than week

[mysunshine-youremoonlight]

MITSURU MOTORCYCLE ‼

[wildlcck]

@coyotlindo x

though her first instinct is to bite back (always has been) after a beat and a narrowing of her gaze, her lip curls up some in amusement: it's not quite a snarl or a show of teeth- yet. this is a sentiment she's all too familiar with; one she's spent lifetimes fighting against. ❛ you sure you wanna play with me? i'll tell you what i told williamson- i've always played rough, ever since i was a girl. i'd fight with other girls, boys... hell, i'd fight my own darn shadow! the boys and girls, the mommas an' daddies, all said the same thing: boys' play ain't girls' play. it ain't becomin' for a girl to be mixin' with boys. but, after scrappin' with me, they'd learn quick that if you're riled enough an' you're hittin' hard enough- if you hit enough- you'll fall an' bleed just the same. don't matter how big or how bad you are, if you got a pecker or a puss... we all got our weaknesses. i ain't never come across no-one who could take a boot to the stones or the muffin and stay standin'. ❜ all this said while checking her rifle (with maybe just a little more force than is necessary). ❛ don't you worry 'bout me- i can handle myself. you just worry about you. ❜

[icedbatik]

Screechin’ in ...

According to the Newfoundland Times, a “Screechin’ In” ceremony will make one an honorary Newfoundlander.

The ceremony goes something like:

The exact Newfoundland Screech-In Ceremony will vary (but) you can always expect to recite some words, kiss a cod fish, take a shot of Newfoundland Screech rum, and be declared an honorary Newfoundlander.

Generally, the leader of the ceremony (a native Newfoundlander) will ask if you’d like to become a Newfoundlander. The proper response is a hefty “yes b’y!”

You’ll then be asked some variation of “Is ye a screecher?” 

The correct reply is “‘Deed I is, me ol’ cock! And long may yer big jib draw!”

Next, a cod fish (fresh, frozen or plush toy) will be passed around and each aspiring Newfie will be asked to kiss it on the lips.

You must be fully committed to the process. Should you refuse to kiss the cod or down the Newfoundland Screech, you will bring great shame to your family.

[ajarofpickledtears]

why do some people have checkmarks in front of their names i swear i am losing my mind what is going on aaaaaaaaaaaaa

[blaneyism]

YALL I GOT TO DRIVE THE 12 KART!!!!!!

[stormbreaker-290]

Meowwww mrrppp

MYEEEEEEEEHHHHHH

MRAAAAAAAAAAAAAÆAÆÆÆÆÆÆ

[notoriousbeb]

I'll tell you something right now / You ain't gotta pray for me / Me and my wild boy and all of this wild joy / He was chaos, he was revelry / If all you want is gray for me / Then it's just white noise, and it's my choice

But Daddy I Love Him (Acoustic) (download) (credits to @the-first-renegade!!)

[nickbutnodick]

ive never really cared about politics but politics seems to care an awful lot about me