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[apparently-artless]

Sousou no Frieren ED Illustration by Minoshima Ayaka

[lesliemeyers]

hehe <- once again using matt & trey as refs for painting stan & kyle

[kolkaslove]

I don't think I ever showed photos of my locker here lol.

Most of the art is from TFBW, the "i love my husband" drawing is from SpookyTeeth ,the Metrosexual drawing and scarf one are from Milei on DA. The Craig and Stan drawing is from Ninitheweenie on DA . The drawing with the orange bg is from Buddypants on DA and the drawing on the inside wall of the locker itself is by psinok on DA,,,, the pastor Craig and Tweek Imp drawing is by Nyanmi1411 who I think is on Twitter but seems to have a private account.

Bonus,

Someone tried to rip Tweek off????? 😭😭😭😭 I went to my locker one morning and it was just,,,,, like that and I put some tape over him and tried to smooth it out. Sigh

I have spares of them in my locker in case anyone tried to take them off, but think they're a slightly different size than these so it would look off if I only replaces Tweek

[piningpercussionist]

kim doodles! mostly based off comic panels, if it wasn't obvious

[20th-century-railroading]

Lehigh & Hudson River Railway Baldwin (built 1929) 2-8-0 Consolidation steam locomotive 93 leads an EXTRA (with white flags flying) manifest freight train out of the New Haven Railroad Yard at Maybrook, New York, ca 1940's

Lehigh & Hudson River Railway Baldwin (built 1929) 2-8-0 Consolidation steam locomotive 93 leads an EXTRA (with white flags flying) manifest freight train out of the New Haven Railroad Yard at Maybrook, New York, ca 1940's. These Consolidation steam locomotives were among the largest and most powerful of this type of steam locomotive with 71,500 lbs of starting tractive effort. The Western Maryland had the most powerful of all Consolidation classes that produced 74,000 lbs of starting tractive effort. Just look at the width of the oversized giant Wooten firebox provided for burning anthrecite coal. You can see the fireman in his cab window looking ahead. The two tracks that turnout from the yard lead to the Lehigh & Hudson River right-of-way. You can see many long gone railroad names of the freight cars, such as the Northern Pacific boxcar behind the tender, and to the left a ERIE hopper car along with a Southern Pacific - T&NO boxcar.

[coolpistachio]

whateva whateva

[llycaons]

practicing gratitude. even though today was a little chaotic, I genuinely learned a lot (about abortions, about IUD insertion, about gyn cases, about specimens, about skin grafting) and it was really interesting. the teams were all pleasant and friendly, and my circ was the sweetest woman I think I've ever met at work. although clearly overwhelmed herself, since she had experience but had just started working there on her own and the residents left her out to dry, she was endlessly kind and encouraging towards me. you know melanie lynsky from yellowjackets? her voice sounded like that. just SO sweet

[diabeticgirl4]

Hhh scraping and clawing my way thru exu calamity and it's kinda frustrating how. Everybody loves it so much?? And it's def much better than the other exu's but I'm just having heavy brainrot for c3 specifically and I want to get back to the main characters and plot!! Don't get me wrong I'm super enjoying brennan as a dm and everyone having fun but I just feel bad bc I'm not enjoying it as much as I feel I should and I'm just. Not attached to these characters or whatever plot happens bc it's all in the past and I'm assuming they all die anyways so I'm just having a hard time w it. :<

[nibwhipdragon]

I wish Joseph was real. He would lay on top of me and crush me and I would be at peace with the world. I would also be able to bite him, which is always a plus

[spookystew]

im so soggy and sleepy and i just called someone the wrong name by accident. mama oooo just killed a man ooo hate to see you cry something something galileo

[riley-nobody]

I cant believe i just made 5 south park characters along with my oc in sims and made all of them rooms and an entire house like?? Im literally playing dolls and i am LIVING IT

[piningpercussionist]

(ooc: the following takes place some time after the last roadtrip thread posts and before any asks I've assigned with a "nebulous future" placement. Enjoy!)

[LEO'S PLACE, TORONTO, CANADA]

"I DON'T FEEL GOOD!"

As Stephen shouted out the last line, Kim let a grin cross her face; that had been a pretty decent performance, in her opinion. In the opinon of their audience too, it would seem, who were cheering and looking up at them eagerly for more. Kim was feeling pretty proud of herself- she'd apparently paced herself nicely for her bandmates, the crowd was soaking it up, and she could spot some familiar faces at the bar from her spot at the kit- each one enjoying themselves, even if it wasn't necessarily because of the band.

Ramona, Wallace, Joseph, Hollie, Neil- she thought she'd even caught a glimpse of Knives at some point or another, near the start of their set. If she let herself admit it, she was feeling warmed, even- genuinely touched to have so many people actively in her life, now. Sure, they still annoyed her, (and at least Wallace was there for Scott, she figured,) but they cared; she could afford them that luxury in turn.

So, when Stephen turned to face her, she didn't drop the grin- she even grinned a little brighter, amused by his brief shock. He shook his head and flashed a grin of his own, waving Scott over so he could be sure the bassist heard him.

"We're doing Herself The Elf next, got it?"

Scott gave him a thumbs up in response before getting back into position, beaming down at his bass. Kim gave him a nod, sitting up a little straighter with a twirl of her sticks; she was starting to get a little tired, but she had a few more in her- the show shouldn't last much longer, anyway. She waited for Stephen to give her a glance over his shoulder- the subtle signal to start- before Kim raised her sticks high over her head.

"ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!"

Kim prepared to get right back into the flow of things, drumsticks already soaring down towards her instrument- when suddenly, she found herself interrupted by a loud crash, and an eeriee feeling of deja vu washed over her...

[justlemmeadoreyou]

Secret Little Rendezvous - 4

Summary: The aftermath of the breakup. You find someone new, and Harry's...jealous?

Words: 1.9k

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, oral (f recieving), p in v sex, kissing?!

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Harry was hurting.

He felt a deep sadness in his chest when he broke it off with you, but it was normal…for the most part. It always happened when he let go of someone, because they were getting too attached. And he never wanted that.

But, this time, the pain didn’t go away after one week.

In fact, it skyrocketed when he saw you with Dylan, his hand on your waist, and his lips on your neck.

Apparently, you both had started dating, told the HR too, and it was the talk of the workplace. 

It was your birthday this time, and the party was at the same bar Dylan had thrown a bash in, and honestly, he was pissed.

And that’s exactly what you wanted. To piss him off.

It was bad enough that he was dragged by Olivia to this, and he had to see you kiss his cheek every now and then. And the worst part was when Dylan wiped some cake on your cheeks playfully, and then licked it right off, which led to a kiss between you two which almost made him puke. It was all tongues and teeth, with obnoxious sounds that echoed through the whole room. 

He threw his drinks on the table and got up, heading out for some fresh air.

He went outside, taking in a deep breath, with air that didn’t come out of Olivia’s mouth.

Yeah, she had been up his ass all night. Not today, not yesterday, since the whole 3 weeks he told her that he had stopped sleeping with you, stopped seeing you.

Of course she was over the moon with that news. 

But Harry wasn’t.

After breaking it off with you, he felt weird. He didn’t have someone to rant about his work to, he lost that one person in his life he could talk to about anything. You would bitch about people at work, and he could tell you anything, any weird thing on his mind.

It was so simple with you. Mostly, he would come over at odd times, because he didn’t feel like staying at his own apartment. He would bring takeout, or you would give him something you had cooked and kept in the fridge for the next day.

While you would be up, microwaving it, a loose t-shirt that covered your bum barely, with panties hiding the rest of it and no bra, he would be sat on the dining table.

He would walk to you, his sock-clad feet echoing on the hardwood floor and cup your breasts from behind, pulling the neck of the shirt off your shoulder.

He would kiss your neck then, his soft lips and slight stubble leaving goosebumps in their wake, while you hummed and tried to pay attention to the job in hand.

There would still be about 5 minutes left on the timer, and he would bet that he could make you cum in less than that.

Of course, you would take the bait.

He would grab your bum, swiftly turning you around and lifting you up, making you sit on the kitchen island. Spreading your legs, his green eyes would find yours, full of mischief and lust. It would be perfect. He would ask you to tell him about your day, pulling your shirt off, and throwing it behind, not caring where it landed.

Next would be your underwear, slightly soaked because his stubble against your skin, anywhere, makes your pussy throb.

His lips would be back on your neck again, kissing and sucking, licking, and then doing it all over again. His finger would find your clit, pinching it, rubbing it, teasing you.

“And then I gave him the file, and he just…oh god!...he–” your words cut off by his tongue licking your nipples, the cold air of the room making them harden–perfect to suck and bite on.

The place between your thighs would be a mess. Soft slick trailing down continuously, his fingers spreading it around and making more of a mess.

The way he would play with your nipples, licking and sucking them…it would make you go wild. His fingers in and out of your tiny, weepy hole, other hands spreading your lips apart and rubbing your clit, the soft bundle of nerves oozing with more and wetness.

Of course you would give in. It would take…4 minutes? Tops. Enough for you to cum around his fingers or tongue, and for him to clean it up right after, the work talk long forgotten.

Dessert before dinner, he would say,.

Of course, he missed it. Missed you. Taking the food out of the oven, you would still be naked, after him begging you to not wear clothes. You would give in shortly, wearing nothing but oven mitts as you brought him the food, while he sat on the dining table, shamelessly ogling your naked form.

You would keep the food on the table, cheeks red from embarrassment as you would try to turn around and run away, but would he let it happen? No.

His hand would sneak around your waist, holding you by your stomach and pulling you to sit on his lap, legs spread so you could fit right in between. He would pull the mitts right off your soft, soft hands and then he would  open his mouth, making you feed him the food too.

The night would end with you sucking him off right after, and then him bending you over right there, his pants pulled down just enough to pull his throbbing dick, pushing it in the heaven, that was your pussy. 

Carrying you to your bed after you were done, he would bring you back to bed, eyes droopy, pussy swollen and sore. He would clean it between your legs, as much as he could, before pressing a kiss to your sweaty forehead. 

He would leave sometimes after, staying a while to clean up the kitchen because you fed and fucked him.

You were so good to him, so good for him.

And he let that go so easily.

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You had gotten a promotion at work.Now, you were now two ranks above Harry, and honestly, it was good.

You wouldn’t have to go for any meetings with other departments now, your assistant would do that. No meeting him in the kitchen, because you bought your own coffee machine.

“Make proper notes, send me meeting minutes within half an hour after the meeting finishes. Don’t sleep during, drink coffee if you want to. Don’t make me regret hiring you.”

You had instructed your assistant Leah properly, and she seemed to get used to the way you liked to work.

It seemed as if everything went right in your life after you ended it with Harry everything aligned perfectly.

Until one day.

The Senior Manager of his department had resigned, and till they found a new one, you had to take over both, with no extra pay.

Of course.

And Hary was the one who first came to you, to submit a sales report of the past month. 

“You could leave it with my assistant next time”

“You-you’ve got an assistant?” he asked.

You were in no mood to talk more than 2 sentences with him.

“Yeah. You can go now”

You said to him whilst looking at your computer screen, not even a glance at his face. He got the hint, mumbling a quiet “alright” before walking out and closing the door shut. Maybe he even slammed it a little.

He never came to give you files after that. 

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Dylan had approached you 2 weeks after you and Harry broke it offf. He always used to send you flowers obnoxiously, and somehow, somehow, he knew that you liked carnations, and nothing stopped him from sending a bouquet every week or so. It was kinda sweet.

One morning, he came to keep the flowers on your desk, and you came in right at that moment, and he asked you out.

“Are you seeing anyone?” he had asked, his gaze meeting yours. His eyes were softened, chest rising and falling steadily. He definitely had a crush on you.

“No”

His eyes lit up at that, and he asked if you were free to have a coffee, go see a movie with him, or wanted to have a few drinks. You agreed on coffee, since you had to work till late. It would keep you awake till late too.

Coffee was good. You two had a lot to talk about, even when you worked at the same place, in the same department.

You were happy to finally move on, and Dylan was just the person to help you do it. He was kind, sweet, funny and charming. 

“And when I told him to go, he stood there like a complete deer in headlight, like!?” 

He started giggling, imagining the exact face you described, and he looked so cute when he smiled.

You couldn't help but feel yourself fall for him. But, you couldn't help but think about Harry. It was hard not to, considering you had just ended things with him recently, and not having him around at all was new. 

But being with Dylan felt different, and it was a good different. 

He made you laugh and smile in a way that Harry mostly never did. You both talked, and that was a rare case with him, if any at all. He talked, and you had to listen. Even if you were just about sex, he treated you like trash. Never bothered or care for you at all.

Dylan was so much more attentive and caring towards you, sending you flowers like a proper lover, even when you both talked rarely, let alone see him. 

As the coffee shop began to close for the night, Dylan offered to walk you home. You accepted, planning on working tomorrow, and grateful for his company. 

“You’re really pretty, you know that?” 

He had said with a smile, when you were strapping on your heels back, a strand of your hair falling and framing your face.

Your face was oily, all glow gone, and full of sweat. You did not feel beautiful.

As you walked, he took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers, and you couldn't help but feel a spark between you two. It was a simple gesture, but it meant a lot to you. 

When you arrived at your doorstep, he turned to face you.

“Will I see you again?” he asked expectantly, a warm glow spread across his face.

You nodded, a smile spreading across your cheeks. Dylan leaned in and gave you a gentle kiss on the cheek. It felt different from the kisses you shared with Harry. It was softer and more meaningful.

You said goodbye to him, feeling giddy.

And when you entered your apartment, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the flowers that Dylan had left on your desk that morning. They were the start of something new and special, and you couldn't wait to see where things would go with him.

And it started with a simple bouquet of carnations and some dedication.

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tell me if you like this! this part is short, but there's going to be one last one! and i know this isn't soo good! but read it, please, and tell me what you think! >.<

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[strawberryicedcookies]

SP SUCCESS STORY YAYAYAY

okay so backstory. my sp is in a football gc with my cousin who plays on the same team with him, right? SO my sp tells the whole gc that he wants to take me to HOCOOOOO yall when i tell you i was shockeddd!! soo im manifesting a hoco proposal soon!! yall its crazy cs that was js my ex that wanted nothing to do with me last year. LITERALLY 3 WEEKS AGO we has 0 contact at fucking all bro. I had a tarot reading and they said i should be expecting good news on the 5th of a month GUESS WHEN HOCO IS?! OCT 5TH AHHHHH. ima keep manifesting him and remember that IM THE CATCH not him 😛

(thats my cousin telling me that sp wants to go to hoco with me n that he was gon tell me earlier) as yall can see this happened at 8:57pm if u cant read the 24 hr clock, i fell asleep at 4pm and woke up at 7:50 or some shit and i was listening to an affirmation tape as i slept (as i do every day) BRO WHEN I TELL YOU IVE BEEN FEELING HIS ENERGY EVERYTIME I WAKE UP FOR THE PAST 3DAYS DUDE. yall it feels SO GOOD knowing that im powerful enough to manifest whoever and whatever i want like me and this boy werent even talking like 2 weeks ago what the actual flip dude. Ask me any questions on how i did it and ill make a whole post 🎀 (yall and look at my last post from literally 24 hours ago. If you feel like the energy has shifted know that your manifestation is YOURS) ALSO i kept seeing 444 literally everywhere, and im not a believer of “signs” or “angel numbers” and shit so im never looking for it, but i genuinely kept seeing that fucking number so 🤷🏿‍♀️.

SORRY IF IM RAMBLING IM SHAKING, EXCITED, AND ITS LATE AT NIGHT LMFAO

stay safe and stay soft!! i love u babes