#thanks drea!

[dunkzillla]

get used to it, at some point

Chris Brookes/Drew Parker

Drew retires for 10 months and is absolutely miserable.

He’ll get used to it, at some point.

[nextstopwonderland]

Bryan and Danny Red Rocks hiking date (with someone else who looks like it could be Yuta) THIS IS NOT A DRILL

ETÀ:

YES IT IS YUTA (moar hike lore)

[texaschainsawmascara]

James Gandolfini & Drea de Matteo

[weirdest-worlds]

100 followers DTIYS!!

Finally! I did it!!

quick bit: Thank you to everyone who has followed me, or supported me on here in anyway, especially my moots, and people who are always in my Activity page. Being on here has been a huge confidence boost for me, and I can’t thank you guys enough!

Anyway, back to the drawing! I know it’s technically just a doodle, but it’s vague enough that you guys can get creative!

Rules:

-You can use different backgrounds and perspectives

-You can include a maximum of 2 other characters, but it mainly has to be Dream and Ink

-Get spontaneous! As long as they’re talking in some way, then I’ll accept it! Dream healing Ink after a battle? Totally. Maybe it’s Ink and Dream travelling through different AU’s? Absolutely!

The deadline for entries will be May 25th. I will be including prizes!

Prize for 1st place, Two characters coloured and a background

Prize for 2nd place, one character coloured

Prize for 3rd place, one character lineart

Have fun!!!

[mukuberry]

tittiees

[sir-dahlia]

i feel this is going to get ignored but eh why not

Just for fun request sorry Alice scuba diving underwater in a aquatic like environment and stroking the Bull Shark Pup’s snout curious like

as the shark nuzzles against Alice’s hand aka the shark protagonist from the game Maneater while Beau is in innocent surprise at the sight of a shark and carefully feel’s it’s damaged scarred dorsal fin feeling bad for it.

Also yes I drew that Alice underwater for reference cause I can ):D I’m not the best at drawing but did my best

and sent the Bull Shark Pup in game image to show what I mean. Alice basically wears a black orange style like short sleeved wetsuit diving fins and orange grey diving mask on her face but also a mini rebreather to breath from cause idk cool xd

man these robots must be the most powerful characters in the show if they can go underwater

[girlnextvore]

21 and 28 for Drea!

21. What is their predator type?

Drea is a bagger due to some deep deep self hatred around how she was embraced !

28. Where do they live now as a kindred?

Drea as a shunned Hecata currently is living in the back of a strip club owned by a local Giovanni who likes to hold stuff over his head

[oplishin]

#8, 16, and 44?

8/16 are both japanese breakfast songs: kokomo, in and road head

44: stay soft, from mitski

the first two are both songs on my shield playlist and they're Both very dean-leaving-core to me lmfao

kokomo in:

road head:

[zappedbyzabka]

Joan has two moods

Kicking Drea LaRusso out and being rather rude

2. Irrepressible thoughts of death barbie ™️

Will update with Drea

HOW DOES MOVING THE PUPIL, CHANGING THE EYEBROW AND CLOSING THE MOUTH MAKE SUCH A DIFFERENCE I’M CONFUSED

PRINCESS PRINCESS BABYGIRL OMG HI

I love her sm. This Barbie deserves the world and a safe place.

Her poor face and neck😭 the angst is *chefs kiss*

[thebicanary]

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[dunkzillla]

Unpopular wrestling opinions about MJF and/or favorite Nigel matches?

Unpopular wrestling opinions about MJF — I think his “you have to go through all this just to wrestle me” schtick is good. I think it fits him so well. I know a lot of people dump on him because he doesn’t wrestle all the time, but I personally think that a character such as his wouldn’t work if he was wrestling all the time. He thinks he’s the best and you can only wrestle him if you do the impossible. And no, he’s not going to wrestle anyone in this time because he’s the best and why should he? Like, it works. And he’s going to do it every time and *shocked pikachu meme* they overcome the odds and he’s got to wrestle! He will never learn! It’s good to me, and I feel that in the future he will wrestle more if they start changing up his character.

Favourite Nigel matches — Oh Drea how long do you have?

Nigel v Bryan Two out of Three Falls @ ROH Epic Encounter II

Nigel v Bryan World Title Match @ ROH Sixth Anniversary Show

Nigel v KENTA World Title Match @ ROH Seventh Anniversary Show

Nigel & Bryan vs Naomichi Marufuji & Takeshi Morishima @ ROH United We Stand

[nextstopwonderland]

Hair in a bun? Shirtless in the sun?? 💀😍

[blizzardsuplex]

You know I have to ask you for Roddy for blorbo bingo.

I dunno what you're talking about, Drea, what even is a Roderick Strong—

Yeahhhhh bingo!! Explanations under the cut because I'm #extra:

Cinnamon roll, babygirl, swaddling cloth: he's cute okay Blorbo/chew toy: of everyone on this site you'd know how much I constantly make fun of him :P As I said once, ZSJ is too cool and Speedball is too nice, so Roddy gets to bear the brunt of my need to tease my faves Did nothing wrong: Adam Cole stop gaslighting the people that love you challenge (IMPOSSIBLE) Yas queen give us nothing: I said it last night and I'll say it again - everyone telling him to shut tf up and wrestle is the prowres equivalent of "shut up and look pretty" and y'know what? It's justified here Can't keep a plastic plant alive, would fall for MLM: self-explanatory (though I am amused cause apparently when the person behind him went to college for a while he took business LOL) They haunt my dreams: I literally had a dream with him in it 2 days ago and I usually never remember my dreams. I don't recall what it was about...probably a fic idea cause Cole was there too If the creator doesn't kill them I will: It's funny cause it's true :))))

[drgnbld]

KiSS...

lucas can't math. 8/5 kisses. / @dreameat.

this doesn't feel real. doesn't look real. truly, this massive beast which stands, what, the height of a goldenrod building and then some? lance's gaze is stuck on it - yet feels oddly calm even as it drops to his height, long tongue dragging from the bottom of his boots to the top flicks of his hair. golden irises stay locked to the ground for a few moments before deciding to look up - to take in the monster which towers above everything else. towers within the eerily quiet surroundings of blackthorn city.

had he died? was this death? or was he dreaming?

fingers twitch at first. then feet tap the silent floor. well, his body was in control at least - mouth finally moving to say the only words on his mind out loud:

" what the fuck are you? "

[anyataylorjoys]

shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals <3

My favorite playlist is my liked songs so.. all of them 🎧🎶

Head Over Heels | Tears For Fears Indian Summer | Violent Joy Judith | A Perfect Circle Dreaming | VHS Collection Want You So Bad | The Vaccines

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Work-Life Balance

Inspired by this post; in the same universe as this and this and this

Warnings: non/dubcon, forced proximity, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Clark Kent

Summary: a simple car pool leads to a compicated situation.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

A haze of chatter buzzes behind your monitor. You do your best to tune it out as your fingertips skitter over your keyboard. For many, the day has been a wash, but you’re doing your best to square everything before the weekend. With the prospect of one less employee, you’ll need all the help you can get. 

“Hey,” a deep voice rolls through the drone, “you coming?” 

You keep typing, trying not to eaves drop. You tap the arrow keys, reviewing the column of numbers. 

“Hey, I’m talking to you,” they say firmer, tapping on the corner of your desk. 

As if zapped, you recoil from your keyboard and sit back in your chair. You look at Clark as he smiles down at you, his expression much less demanding than his tone. You give a sheepish smile, or something halfway there. 

“Sorry, I was...” 

“I interrupted, I should apologise,” he insists, “Drea’s farewell party, you going? We’re just about to head out.” 

“Um...” you don’t have an answer. It’s optional but you should go. You’ve been working with Drea for two years. You get along. Still, she’s leaving in the midst of busy season and won’t be there on Monday to help you catch up. “I...” 

“Come on. You look stressed. You could use a break,” he says. “The Grill has cocktails, so I hear.” 

“Well...” you twiddle your fingers against the armrests. “I guess I should.” 

“It’ll be good,” he grins. The cleft in his chin deepens and his eyes crinkle, sparkling like blue ice. “I’ll let Gil known you need a seat. We should have some room. Meeting down in the lobby in ten.” 

“Oh, ten...” you look at the screen, “sure, I’ll be there.” 

“Great,” he backs up. 

He walks away and you roll closer to your desk again. Clark is friendly. You don’t know much about him but he always says hello in the break room or holds the door if you get to work at the same time. Mostly, you just overhear him talking with others. He is somehow anywhere and everywhere. 

Your focus is fractured. You do your best to get back to your task but can’t help but check the clock every thirty seconds. Somehow, you’re still late. You save your work and shut down, scrambling out as the new silence of the office sets in. 

You swipe up your bag and scurry between the desks. The elevator door closes before you reach it. You’ll wait for the next or... You take the stairs. It’s only a few flights but you’ve been sitting all day. Your legs are stiff as you get to the bottom. 

You come out in the lobby. Your coworkers are on their way to the front door, garbling even louder than they had upstairs. You hesitate, wondering if you could just sneak back up. Would anyone notice? 

Your name splinters the thought. Clark waves at you and stops to wait as the others continue through the door. Right, you’ve been spotted. You flutter your fingers at him and cross the lobby. He holds the door as he always does. 

You pass through ahead of him, “thanks.” 

“Don’t worry, we didn’t forget you,” he assures as he follows. “Gil’s driving us,” he points across the lot. 

“Right, awesome.” 

You get to the grey minivan as the doors slide back. Several other groups cluster around other vehicles in their assigned car pools. You wait patiently with Clark as your coworkers claim their seats. 

“Oh,” Gil stands by the driver door, “think we’re outta seats.” 

You and Clark stand staring at one seat. You cringe. Of course. 

“It’s okay. I can get an uber or check with...” 

Sandra’s white SUV backs out and Don’s Honda is too small for much more than a few. You turn back, “I can find my own way.” 

“We can squeeze in,” Clark says, “what is it? A ten-minute trip?” 

“Something like that,” Gil agrees. 

“Here,” Clark gets in the seat, “I’m bigger, just hop on.” 

“Just don’t be obvious about it, I don’t need a ticket.” 

Gil gets in the front as Clark climbs into the back seat. The others are too distracted chatting about some sports game to pay any heed. You stare at him. He's big man; wide shoulders, tall, the very definition of burly.

“Come on, it’ll be quick,” he fixes his glasses. 

“Erm,” you swallow. How awkward. Still, you don’t want to make a big deal. You already feel like a leftover. 

You get in and squeeze into the tight space between the seats. He pulls the door shut, his knees pressing into your legs, and you fall onto his lap. You let out an oof and feel around for something to steady yourself. 

You grab onto his forearm unwittingly, “sorry, I...” 

“All good,” he shifts under you, “comfortable?” 

“Um, I guess,” you put your hand up to brace the ceiling. 

“Let’s go,” Carrie demands from the backseat. “I need a martini.” 

The van reverses then swerves around. You jostle on Clark’s lap, squeaking at the bounce of the axle. The well-worn minivan has been through it. 

As Gil turns out of the lot, you grab onto the door to keep from sliding. Clark hooks his arm around you to keep you still. You shudder and try to adjust yourself, only pressing more firmly in his lap. 

You apologise again. 

“It’s fine,” he chuckles. “So, you got a lot of work?” 

“Um, sure,” you’re happy he’s at least trying to break the tension. “Without Drea, things are going to be, er, tight.” 

A pot hole bounces you and makes him grunt. Heat creeps up from your thighs and encases your torso. It’s even more awkward than you could expect. You didn’t have time to think this through.  

“Yeah, I can imagine but I’m sure they’ll fill her spot soon,” he assures. 

“Maybe,” you agree thinly. 

Another jolt. The city really needs to work on the roads. You hold onto the door as Clark’s arm tightens around you. He groans with the motion of the car. You crane to see around the driver seat. You gotta be getting close. 

“Well...” his voice is strained. Are you too heavy? “You know, there’s lots of people who can help out.” 

As the van passes over the lip of the parking lot, something pokes into you from below. You gulp and latch onto the seat in front of you. It can’t be. Clark pulls his arm back and spreads his large hand over your stomach. His other hand pushes down on your thigh. You feel him twitch under you and the prodding is more obvious. 

“Yeah, we’ll figure it out,” you squeak. 

Gil finally finds a spot but there’s no relief to be had. You’re pretty sure you know what’s poking into you and you don’t want to embarrass your coworker. As the van stops, you twist in his lap, unintentionally grinding into him. 

You grab onto the door, fighting to pull it back, only managing to rock against Clark as you struggle. He lets out a long breath and reaches over to help you. His other hand trails around your back and nudges you out slowly. 

You eagerly hop out ahead of him. He groans and takes his time. You don’t look back, instead focusing on the restaurant marquee. The other laugh again as some joke you didn’t catch. Gil is on his phone as he gets out. 

“I’ll follow, wife’s calling,” he gestures you with a flick of his fingers. 

“Come on,” Clark gets out and closes the door. “I’m starving.” 

You walk up next to him, following the rest of the group. Another bunch of your coworkers reach the door ahead of them. Clark clears his throat and your gaze is drawn to him as he tugs at his belt. How horrifying. Hopefully, you can find a seat away from him or the elephant in the room will be standing right on your chest. 

You hurry ahead to catch the door behind your coworkers. Clark grabs it past your head and stays close. You approach the reserved table but find most of it is already claimed. There’s a space at the end of the bench. 

You go down and sidle beside the table. Clark takes your lead again. The bench spans the wall and you’re penned into the corner as he sits beside you. He leans one arm on the table as he looks down at the menu. You lean forward to do the same. It’s a good distraction. If neither of you mention what happened, then you’ll get through this. 

“What’re you thinking?” Clark asks. 

“Huh?” You look at him, startled. 

“What’re you going to get?” He taps the menu, “some interesting stuff. 

“Oh, I’m still looking,” you say. 

You put your head down and drag a finger over the options. As you do, you feel a tickle along the side of your skirt. You wrestle between the pad thai and the salmon salad as the sensation creeps over your thigh. 

You tense as warmth spreads over your thigh. You lean back and look down, realising that Clark’s hand is on your leg. He kneads your thigh as he stays perfectly unaffected above the table. He leans on his elbow and sucks his teeth. 

“Pasta sounds good but it feels too early for that,” he muses. 

What do you do? You look around. No one else has any clue. You’re too self-conscious to say anything. He could just move his hand and say you’re lying. Then what? Besides, you were sitting on his lap a few moments ago. What would they think? 

Clark’s leg moves wide and presses against yours as he hums, “you know, I just can’t figure out what exactly I’m craving,” his hand trails down to the hem of your skirt. “But I am starving.”