#shapes are immaculate

[stxrry-dxys]

“we need more complex female characters” y’all couldn’t even handle bloberta puppington

[poomphuripan]

endless poom phuripan gifs [25/?]

↳ Mek Jirakit and Poom Phuripan in My Stand-In: Behind the Scenes Episode 4 (2024)

[sentientglue]

lately life is sweet

[maemil]

Sun & Moon

Day 2 prompt for @starwarssapphicweek

Their color palettes were so perfect for this prompt that I had to.

[ID: A digital drawing on a textured canvas. One half of the canvas shows an orange sun with a light blue sky and white clouds. The sun has Ahsoka Tano's face markings drawn onto it. The other half of the canvas shows a light yellow-greenish moon with a dark blue sky and stars. Barriss Offee's tattoos are drawn onto it. The craters on the moon are in the shape of the markings on her head cover.]

[technicalknockout]

everything i know about shadow the hedgehog i learned through my moots' reblogs and memes. so why do i like him so much

[sunshineandrosesnoraincamemyway]

I found a hair claw that actually holds my hair, is pretty, is cute, and feels durable and I'm far more excited than I thought I would be

[daffodilfool]

Behold

the most shaped bunny of all time

[binah-beloved]

Binah with rapier

no context, simply , Binah with rapier

no context needed, she's already incredible

[fishgirl514]

did my eyebrows. i am so sharp and pointy.

[creature-competition]

Creature Competition: Round 1A

[felidaefatigue]

the bi experience of listening to chappell roan is thinking she said fuck me jeans abt a man and not fugly jeans lmfao

[volfoss]

@transtantine

Dude I saw on adult swim all the time

[therevengeoffrankenstein]

kinda wish i woulda known that peepee dubya had braces too when i actually had them 😭

[the-darklings]

FOR YOUR ARCANE PROMPTS LIST POOKIE: "hands under your lover's clothes" w/Silco??? perhaps?? perchance?? PLS PLS POOKIE, MY GLORIOUS QUEEN, MY EVERYTHING <3

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ silco x gn!reader, complicated relationship, a little angst, no spoilers for s2, cat & mouse dynamic but who is who? wc: 768

“It’s dangerous playing games with a patient man.”

“Are you? Patient?”

Silco’s mouth flutters into what could pass for a fleeting smile. It’s a rare expression on him, an ease that is seldom seen in the years since he left Vander’s side. Nowadays, he is nothing like the fresh-faced youth so desperate to fix the world you first met.

“More so than many, I’d reckon,” he replies placidly, watching you with idle interest. You lean on his oak wood desk, the rough grain of the wood warm beneath your fingers as you skim over his notes and ledgers. His meticulous nature is evident in the way he organised everything about the Shimmer trade. It’s almost irritating. “You are here for a reason.”

The gentle accusation falls on deaf ears.

“I was just saying hello,” you drawl, your voice low, swinging your attention his way. Silco’s scoff is a low, throaty sound, barely audible, but filled with disdain. 

You’re not sure when it started, you and him. If it was survival or a desire for a better life that drove you both from the start. You wanted freedom and independence and then he took the Undercity, and, in a way, you too. Since then, you’ve existed in his sphere, enjoying his favour. Flaunt it without making it obvious, slipping past the cracks of his rules. 

He appears so collected on his chair, a king on his throne in truth, but his immaculate clothes are wrinkled, buttons undone, and his Adam’s apple bobs when you touch his tie. You know better than to go near his throat. The last time you did, fingers eager and teeth nipping at the taut flesh there, he jerked back as if shocked. Terror and rage had overcome him, twisting you on his bed, still tangled in each other, before you could turn back your instincts. When his hands closed around your throat in response, you didn’t fight him off, and maybe it was that above all else that made Silco snap out of his spell.

No, instead, you slip your hand past the unbuttoned shirt, tracing over his sharp collarbone. Silco rests his cheek lightly on his hand, watching you through a narrowed eyed stare. Daring you, yes, but also curious. The heavy scarring on his face never bothered you. You didn’t lack scars of your own, but this… 

You slip forward, knee resting on the chair between his parted legs, hand slipping lower, to rest over his thudding heart. 

“Hello.” Your lips shape the word before you breathe them against his lips again. Your free hand cups his face and the hard beat of his heart echoes against your palm. 

The kiss is gentle, more civilised than either of you are used to, a sweetness that lingers even though it’s not what either of you normally craves, but when he doesn’t pull away, a secret thrill shoots up your spine. His deep inhale fills your ears, the heat of his lips imprinting on yours. A deep, rumbling sound vibrates through his chest when you deepen the kiss, your fingers moving in gentle circles over his skin. 

With a viper’s swiftness, Silco snaps his hand behind your head when you break the kiss, keeping you close. Nose to nose, your breaths mingle. You can’t quite tell what lingers in his burning gaze, one icy blue, another molten gold. 

“Are you hoping to endear yourself to me?” he asks, knowing and throaty. “A foolish play.”

“I won’t say that,” you say, breathless. “And if I was… well, I think you’re holding up just fine.”

Licking your lips, you pull back, grinning at him. He hasn’t moved, his knuckles returning to his cheek. Nonchalant, except for the heavy weight with which he still examines you. Silco won’t indulge you in admitting you do this because you’re the only one he can rely on in this shitty, twisted world of yours. You support his vision, you’ve always believed it, even when you were younger. 

Adjusting your dishevelled clothes, you look over at him once more. Not so crisp and orderly for once. Satisfaction nestles in your gut at the observation that the usually perfectly groomed and dressed man—this infamous crime lord—is a mess in the dim light of his office. Undone. Caught. Even if predatory hunger reflects in that golden hue. 

You wag your fingers in a playful wave. “It’s dangerous playing games with patient people, love, haven’t you heard?”

[crispycreambacon]

Image description: Princess Tutu, a ballerina with red hair fading to white, a crown on her head, green translucent wings and a poofy white dress doing various poses. On the left she is lifting her left arm and leg up in the air, at the bottom she is doing the splits while closing her eyes and crossing her arms, and on the right, she is crossing her legs and putting her right arm in the air. On the top of the poses is a yellow duck with blue eyes and a duft of hair on its head.

/End ID

Princess Tutu

[dynamicks]

Begging myself in tears to do actual studies and think abt shapes before i put my pen on the paper instead of scribbling mindlessly