#sorry this is so delayed

[somepotatoes]

i wanna see the hot wheels wall now!! 😻

Here’s some of it

[sandboxer]

if you're still doing drabble prompts. hear me out ok. shelly de killer pussy??? let your mind run wild you said you simped for him so. s. DO YOU SEE THE VISION?? NO PRESSURE YOU DONT HAVE TO BUT.

[shelly de killer/matt engarde. fully consensual but obviously huge power dynamics at play so caution if that’s not your jam. consider: after de killer learns about engarde’s attempts at blackmail, engarde is still declared not guilty, somehow.]

Shelly had found him easily. His clients enlisted the services of an assassin for a reason, and it was never because they were too clever or too skilled in the art of stealth.

Matt Engarde had been holed up in a motel 4 hours north of the city, intending to abscond with a few hours’ rest before continuing his mad dash up the coast. Amateur.

And now Engarde’s tongue rubs eagerly at Shelly’s cunt.

The man would die, eventually. After Shelly had come three times, maybe four. It all depends on how well the man could perform when it counted. After all, he’d been so eager.

Shelly had almost made good on his promise, too. He’d had Engarde pinned to the matted carpet, a barrel to his throat. The only variable Shelly hadn’t been able to account for was the erection that had pressed between his legs insistently at the threat of the gun.

The man writhes under Shelly’s hips as he rides his face. His hands, still clad in the white gloves he wears on the job, dig into the upholstered headboard. Engarde seems torn between bucking him off to breathe and surgically attaching his mouth to Shelly’s clit—an interesting thought, for the properly willing participant.

Shelly rides his hips hard against Engarde’s warm mouth, grinding his clit against the firm bump of his nose. Engarde’s nails dig into his thighs, pinning him in this smothering position.

Shelly shifts his hips, and the velvety mouth below him sucks at his clit so tenderly that it’s almost a shame he’ll be dead by sunrise. The thought of Engarde fucking for his life is intoxicating. Maybe Shelly will even let him try.

Engarde flattens his tongue and rubs it against his cunt, his chest heaving with the effort of breathing. Shelly curls in on himself and grinds down even harder against the man’s eager mouth. Loose lips like his—perhaps they make the best toys.

[sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine]

🌙 jake + you can do whatever theme you want🫶🏻

posted!

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

main take aways from Halloween (1978) rewatch:

michael myers is canonically 21??? this bitch should be at the club

*sees tiddies* ***MURDEROUS RAMPAGE NOISES***

that's it that's the movie

outside of the fact that everyone who has sex is murdered by the narrative, this is a surprisingly chill portrayal of female sexuality? these teen girls are horny and actively enjoying Getting It On with their boytoys. no pushy boyfriends sneaking in through their bedroom windows--these ladies are taking the initiative to sneak out and GET SOME. one of them gets laid and then immediately orders her boyfriend to get her a beer. (yes she gets Slashered soon afterward, but so does the boyfriend so honestly, gender equality.) yes the Final Girl is the only one not having sex, but she's not bullied for that, nor are her friends slut shamed except possibly by being murdered by the narrative

actually the only character who is shown being morally condemned on-screen is michael myers. specifically FOR his violent overreaction to other people's sex lives. (people he is spying on). metaphorically, the villain is American Puritanism sticking its judgy nose into other people's business.

aka Michael Myers Is A Republican

but actually the real villain is the doctor. guy's a judgemental, shaming, pathologizing asshole. and he's been in charge of michael's care since he was SIX YEARS OLD? kid never had a chance. i'd go on a killing spree too

also the parents. where are the parents? it's halloween night and all the teenage girls are home babysitting their younger siblings? come to think of it, michael's first victim was his own older sister, whom he killed while she was babysitting him. teen girls are really shouldering a labour burden here. maybe parentification is the true villain

side note: mike commits his first murder wearing a clown costume...which is never referenced again? his 'iconic' costume is a generic mask and wig and jumpsuit, when we coulda had a Killer Clown Michael Myers??? travesty

i like how the Final Girl and her friend casually smoke weed in her car. yeah she's an honor student and her friend is the sheriff's daughter. yeah they smoke weed. so what it's 1978

(to reiterate, mike is 21 and should be at the club. im not saying he shouldn't be rampaging, im saying it's sad that he broke out, tasted freedom for the first time in his life, and immediately snuck back into his childhood home to go rampaging. let's have a remake where he goes to a nightclub and has a few beers. maybe some slutty dancing. then rampage)

oh no he's hot

[ruubesz-draws]

Godzilla GIJINKA!!!!! (Finally)

I'm trying different ways to add colour to these drawings Failed miserably... :')

I redesigned Mothra and Scylla. Shimo and Tiamat were fun to design!

I'm also going to post the full profile/infos about my gijinkas later too (Hopefully soon)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Kiss Kiss Fallen Tree!

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[nocek]

Fun fact: All of Gwenpool's properly spelled fucks were given to Miguel as a reparations for dealing with Deadpool.

(also shock is stupid, I'm strongly on team let him say fuck ;P)

Sorry for the long delay on everything. We were finishing big work project so I've been bit busy but in free time I was finishing one of my forever wips for the @cindymorganzine and I'm very proud of it but the big reveal will come with time ;)

But as for this comic [first part is here] then [there is bonus drawing with Jeff in his 99 napping glory] and there is obviously [the clear first panel] that was originally posted 2 months ago >.< [and it's sketch]

[paperultra]

hammock.

Pairing: OPLA!Vinsmoke Sanji x Reader Word Count: 866 words Warnings: Kissing, slightly suggestive

“You’re blushing.”

“I am?” Sanji gazes up at you, dreamy and distracted. “I didn’t realize.”

You hum. You’re only vaguely aware of the hammock’s sway, of the blanket slipping down your shoulders as you prop yourself up and place your hands on his cheeks. Warmth soaks into your palms like sunlight, and you tilt your head, thumbs drawing over the flush on his cheekbones and tapping gently.

“Don’t say this is because of me,” you tease.

His hands reach up to cover yours. “Then I’d be lying,” he replies, turning his head to kiss your fingertips, “and I would never lie about how you make me feel.”

“Not even if you hated me?”

“The day I hate you is the day I should be tied to an anchor and fed to the sharks.”

“That’s awful.”

“I know.” His eyes search your face, and they narrow as he murmurs, “Who could ever hate someone as gorgeous as you?”

(Whoever coined the phrase “flattery will get you nowhere” has never met Sanji, you’re sure of it.)

Leaning down, you press your lips to his nose, to his forehead, to each cheek. A contented sigh brushes past your ears as you do so.

Eventually, you make your way to the source of his sweet words. You pause, and Sanji opens his eyes as you hover above his lips, just shy of meeting them with your own.

“Something wrong, sweetheart?”

“No,” you say. “Just wanted to see your pretty eyes before I kiss you senseless.”

He stills. Then he laughs, the sound blooming from deep within his chest and staining your world with gold. “Well – aren’t you a charmer,” Sanji quips, stroking your waist and pecking your cheek. His words are softer than usual. “Careful with my heart, now.”

“Don’t worry,” you say, and you kiss him fully, drinking in the way his grip on you tightens and the way his breath stalls in his throat when you speak against his mouth. “It’s in good hands, I think.”

The kiss is just as warm as his cheeks. You feel drunk as you pull away, and Sanji lifts his head to chase your lips, whispering your name with the reverence of a believer.

“You guys mind doing that somewhere other than here?”

The two of you freeze in each other’s embrace.

You jolt out of it and push yourself up, accidentally knocking the breath out of Sanji in the process. He wheezes and curls up as you lock eyes with a very unimpressed swordsman.

“Z-Zoro! We”—you scramble to unrumple your shirt, which had ridden up underneath the blanket—“I’m sorry, we – we thought everyone was going to be in the lounge for a while.”

“You thought wrong.” Zoro strides past and drops his laundry on the couch. “This isn’t your personal bedroom, Sanji.”

“I’m aware of that,” Sanji replies, annoyance dripping from every syllable. “Now would you mind just stepping out for a few more minutes?”

“Sanji, it’s fine,” you whisper, patting his chest. “The mood is kinda killed now, anyway.”

He visibly droops. “I know.”

“Good.”

“I wasn’t asking for your opinion, mosshead.”

The room fills with a completely different kind of tension as Zoro crosses his arms at Sanji’s response.

You, still trying to cover up your embarrassment, move to block Sanji’s view, pushing his bangs away from his face and attempting to smooth out his frown lines. His cheeks are still flushed, though the color is quickly fading back to normal as his attention turns back to you.

“C’mon, Zoro wants to fold his laundry. Let’s go up to the lounge and see what the others are up to.”

“Is that what you really want to do?”

“Yeah.” (It is now, anyway.)

“… All right, then,” Sanji acquiesces.

With that, you push the blanket off and clamber out of the hammock, nearly tripping and falling flat on your face in your haste to do so. Sanji follows close behind, and once he’s on his feet, you turn to Zoro and give him another quick apology before you and Sanji leave the men’s room.

“Of all the times to be interrupted,” your companion mutters as the two of you head to the lounge. He takes your hand in his and interlaces your fingers. “I’m sorry about that.”

“It’s nobody’s fault. Ships don’t have a lot of privacy …” You think back to the moment Zoro spoke up and groan, burying your face in your free hand. “I’m just embarrassed he caught us like that. I didn’t even hear him come down.”

“Me neither.” Sanji lets out an irritated sigh and then looks over at you; his displeasure softens. “At the very least, I’ll take it to mean you were enjoying yourself.”

Your face heats up. “Of course,” you say quickly. “I like our alone time."

“I like it too.” He squeezes your hand and leans over to whisper into your ear. “Next time, I could be on top, so I can hide you away if anyone walks in unannounced.”

“Wh – Sanji! Don’t say it like that!”

The man grins as you smack his arm playfully, planting a kiss to your temple as penance.

“Just evening the score, sweetheart.”

[boombaux]

tim and bruce got first class

[rhea-ripley]

Raw || July 22 - 2024

[volatilemask]

P RANK QUOTA REACHED

[swiftmitsu]

Part 6.5 of Missing Killer

a little check in back at the castle~

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[fexjam]

for the requests: can you draw pyro and medic bonding? i was thinking smth like pyro giving medic a heart and medic appreciating it for surgery but idk!!

Thanks for the request!

I love Medic and Pyro interactions, they're my favorite characters♡

[katlyntheartist]

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[thefrsers]

requested by Anon: Bathena kisses in s7

[ruizpizzaria]

creeeeeeek - a door probably

for @craigwouldbesooohappy ty for the request :o)