#sunny is soooo.........

[dejasenti99]

x

[chrliekclly]

ben having artblock but rly enjoying coloring so i colored n this gruesome twosome doodle i did like a year ago of them watching dee destroy her wall

[macden]

[clovariia]

hasbro is killing g5 mlp, which means it's officially my city now...say hello to my new and suspiciously familiar "ocs"

[fishyfarms]

So I think I might’ve actually posted those first two comic pieces already but actually who cares I’ve got newish Willy/Marlon (lovingly ship named SwordFish by my friend Sunny everyone say THANK YOU SUNNY!) content to share with my people and so the two pages are getting lumped in!

All three pieces were made for server events and the first two were made in collaboration with, once again, my friend Sunny and Sunny has a really awesome thing coming up for these two goobers (EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU SUNNY AGAIN!) that may involve these pieces so. Y’know. Marketing. Genderqueers in Business or something

[creative-sense]

Oh this sweet little moment, the way Sunny makes a little dramatic damsel in distress situation, the way Tubbo immediately plays along and saves her, like her Knight in shining armor.

I'm normal. Im so so soooooo normal abt them haha 🙂🙂🙂

[sunny-rants]

ok I’m only on season 5 but can someone explain to me how Xander is the universally hated one for, from what I can tell, some bad choices and worse jokes, while Spike, the fandom’s babygirl and beloved heartthrob, literally stalks Buffy, holds her captive, and then commissions a robot version of her when it’s made clear he’ll never have her. like someone please explain it because the math is not mathing.

[sunnifer]

woe steph lauter be upon ye

[artbysarf]

My take on the whole "That Magic Was Not Yours to Give" trend

[seawilde]

dennis takes a mental health day x capitalist realism

iasip 16.08 - dennis takes a mental health day, mark fisher - capitalist realism

[charmac]

[dejasenti99]

I wanna try it, bite it, lick it, spit it Pull it to the side and get all up in it Kiss it, bite it, can I fit it? (Call me if you're with it.)

[rafesweetie]

okay now we’ve read the sunny x race fic… let’s talk about sunny x pope hmm…

⋆˚࿔ sweetener ꥟ ˚⋆ — pope heyward x sunny!reader

“ you come through like the sweetener you are, bring the bitter taste to a halt, then you… “

cw ; smut (implied but not detailed whatsoever), instinuations of public sex on the beach. not proofread!

pope thinks of himself as such a hypocrite. a couple years ago, he was lecturing john b about bringing in a kook to the sacrid group of pogues — and now here he was, dating you on the low.

he could never tell his friends about you. but oh how he wish he could. you’re stunning, with hair that blows so gracefully in the breeze, a smile on your lips (which are usually chapped from the sun) whenever you’re around pope. he wants to talk to his friends about you for hours, you’re so sweet. but, you’re a kook.

so pope hates to say it, but he kind of uses you to get away from his stressful life. you’re blissfully ignorant to the shit he gets up to with the pogues, happy to spend your nights and days on the beach with him, tracing his abs, sucking on his bottom lip and giggling with him, smiling a bit brighter whenever he calls you “baby.” maybe ‘uses’ is the wrong word when it comes to why on earth pope spends with you, a kook, but moreso a distraction from his life.

pope had texted you half an hour ago to meet him by the beach beside the marina. no doubt he’d had a rough day and just needed to carress you for hours. you were looking forward to it greatly. but by the time you arrived, moonlight caressing your face, you frown because he’s no where to be seen. you’d never liked nightime as it is, preferring the sun, where you can see what’s rustling in the trees and what shadows are in front of you, and you like it even less when your favourite company isn’t with you.

you lay down a blanket on the sand and sit there for a bit. it’s 9:30 now, you got here at 9. with a huff, you text pope, saying, “hey pope im so sorry but i might have to go home soon because its late and chilly. where are you?”

you don’t get a chance to respond when you feel hands on your shoulders from, behind. with a shriek, assuming it’s a scary monster in the dark, you turn arouynd and cover your mouth to shut yourself up the minute you see its only pope.

“hi— sorry, pope, you scared me,” you say softly, patting the spot beside you on the. blanket. “what took so long?

“hey baby, sorry. here, my dad gave me some fries to give you ‘cause i was late,” he hands you the fries from his dads restuarant. “rough night,”

you’ve never really asked what’s wrong when pope is upset, but you assume what happened is worse than usual because he was late for you. so you ask, “what’s wrong?”

“long story,” he says, leaning back on his elbows. “have some fries,”

“i will after you tell me what’s up. you’re never late, always way too punctual. so, what’s up?”

“uh— i’ll put it simply, alright?” he checks and you nod, happy for anything. “my family has this hierloom, ‘s really valuable and historic, and some kook stole it from me and the pogues, and melted it down to sell,”

“oh. wow, um, im sorry pope, don’t even know what to say, that’s really tough,” you say gently, eyebrows furrowed a bit as you pop a fry into your mouth. “wanna cry?” that makes him smile a bit as he shakes his head.

“no, nah, baby. appreciate the offer though.” he smiles at you.

“then what do you need?”

“think you know,” is all he says.

everything else is a blur. tongues, limbs twisted together, little smiles. everything tonight is slow — gentle. nights like these are your absolute favourite.

“dunno what i’d do without you in my life, baby,” he whispers while he’s on top of you, slowly sliding in and out discreetly through your underwear in case someone is taking a late night walk. “it’d be so sour,”

[dryersheetbear]

do u. understand

[emodennis]

“don’t lay it on too thick”

“i used to fuck lebron james 😃”

[undead-potatoes]

Every time I re-watch the Holiday I'm reminded of 2 things:

1) Cameron Diaz can't act for shit, god bless her heart

2) Jack Black could have been an absolute romcom juggernaut if Hollywood wasn't run by a bunch of cowards