#there is too much competition these days

[jentlemahae]

MARK LEE / TDS2 ENCORE (230601)

[fisheito]

collab #2 with @xenole i was given a chibi yakumo and i.. i...... turned it into thiS

[rolandkaros]

forever hilarious to me that tennis is promoted as this prestigious highbrow big-brain sport when most tennis fans these days are like. yeah this is my favorite player. yeah i don't know why they're like that. yes they are stupid. no i will not choose somebody else.

[useless-catalanfacts]

Btw if you come on holidays and stay at an AirBnb instead of an actual registered hotel I hate you personally. Not "I hate the gentrification and touristic massification and the way we can't live in our homes and are forced to move away because of tourism" in an abstract way- No, not just that. I hate you.

[dont-open-dead-inside-25]

*voice of boy who just experienced romantic/sexual attraction for the first time* did you guys see that. that was insane. wdym you live like this

[pink-tk-a-latte]

Tickletober Day 17: Underwater

[sfw tickle fic!! genshin impact — switch!sara, switch!kokomi (because they can never let the other win)]

prompt by @/lovelynim

me and my monster gf rival under the sea...

Sara floundered, as her garments and feathers floated around her, feeling ridiculous with her cheeks swollen with air and her eyes squeezed shut. She’d opened her eyes once underwater and did not wish to make the same mistake, even as Kokomi’s muffled voice came through the pressure, telling her, “You can relax now.”

Her hands rose first, and Sara found Kokomi’s through the wall of… whatever mystical airtight barrier Kokomi had crafted. Following, her knees gently hit the surface of the space. She opened her eyes last, and, through her mask, met Kokomi’s amused periwinkle.

“Uneasy?” Her slit pupils glimmered.

“No.” Sara retreated. “I’m… adapting.” This is nothing like meditation.

Kokomi smiled. Her round, rosy face hardened into horns and thick crusts of scales along her jaw. Sara glanced at their hands, her own red and taloned, Kokomi’s touched with a glowing blue of Hydro. “What do you say, Sara?” She swam forward and gestured to the dark blue vastness surrounding. Kokomi didn’t even need a bubble of her own — vishap gills or something. Unfair. Sara leaned against the surface to glare at her.

Floating forth, Kokomi tapped her nose to the tengu’s, then swam away coyly when Sara surged backward, her mask and herself red-faced. Kokomi flipped in a circle, disappearing and reappearing in the darkness.

Sara, still warm, rolled her eyes at this game. When she huffed, a bubble came out.

Her eyes followed it, then looked at Kokomi inquisitively. Her answer was a round of giggles, which echoed, bold, as though in a hollow cavern. “Oops.”

Sara flinched when she found Kokomi’s scaly arm had materialized by her side, having taken advantage of her surprise to quite literally invade Sara’s personal bubble. Kokomi advanced with the rest of her upper half after and caged Sara in with her arms. Stiff, she and her feathers withdrew as clawed fingers ghosted against her sides.

A childhood of training to cover her weaknesses, yet this priestess, whose eyes made her gold ones feel like a fire unprotected, unsheathed, saw every flinch and stutter. Her clutches closed around Sara, fishing a hitch of breath from her.

“A crack in the armor, crow?” Kokomi wormed inside that armor, and Sara folded into her core with a muffled snicker. She grabbed Kokomi’s wrists, and her nose gathered sweat under the mask.

She inhaled. “If you make an enemy of me…” Exhale. A bubble. “You will be struck down.”

Kokomi slid forward. “Au contraire,” she lilted, their thighs pressed together, “I’m only bringing us closer.”

Sara threw herself against the wall of the bubble at the fluttering along her hips, propelling it back through the water. She laughed through gritted teeth, fought and kicked until she had to open her mouth, and she sounded higher and more animated than she’d ever heard herself. “Hrhrhrgh–! YouhuhuHAha!” Each laugh released an army of bubbles that only made her feel silly.

Tittering, Kokomi squeezed her. “Your laughter is electrifying, crow. Almost celestial. It truly is like in the legends.”

“GRhraHA you IHihimp…” Sara yanked her head back when Kokomi curiously explored the feathers that grew from her ears. This new rain of attacks, the petting and preening, was softer but far more enfeebling, a war of attrition. Hoots and girlish yells burst from her throat, and heat suffused her cheeks.

Faced with defeat, Sara retaliated, seeking clawholds on Kokomi’s midriff. She found softness amidst the rough scales and dug in, pleased when Kokomi squealed and scrabbled to get away.

“Eekehehee! Naha– nohohot theheree!” Her giggles were high and mildly indignant, but Sara didn’t miss the sleepy and sweet quality, more like bubbles than anything that had come from Sara’s mouth.

And now that she could see, she realized, at some point, the bubble had popped, yet magically she could still breathe. Such explained why whenever she spoke, clusters of bubbles escaped to the surface.

“Surrender then, bathysmal vishap. I’ll uncover your fatal attraction soon,” Sara quipped, to buy time. It was obvious that Kokomi was more eased, than someone as serious as herself, with… plays like this, which also meant she was prepared to turn the field around. Sara must be ready.

Sure enough, as Sara kneaded up along Kokomi’s ribs, Kokomi had a counterplan at her disposal, and Sara reaped the consequences in a scratchy throat and achy lungs, but also an overflowing feeling in her chest.

Led underwater by this woman. Creature? Temptress. Sara should regret this more, yet…

If this meeting of monsters were meant to be, how could she resist the Shogun’s will?

𓂃 ོ𓂃 𓂃 ོ𓂃 𓂃 ོ𓂃

science fact: you can blow a bubble inside a bubble 🫧

[choco-1601]

Do u think John never talked about Arthur’s sickness in front of him out of respect for Arthur’s feelings?

[potatobugz]

i submitted my lovely mouseboy Finnegan for the @ahatintime-oc-competition yesterday :D here is the art i drew 4 them!

for those unaware: he came from a dream i had once involving him and Snatcher But As A Bird; and i sorta just. added onto them from there. they're so sillay

[quietlyblooms]

[ irresistable ] sender taunts receiver by easing closer, promising a kiss, and then backing away, making receiver chase their lips ( gojo )

different kinds of kisses | @resolutepath is a menace!!

she hasn’t thought about her crush for a long time.

every teenager has them; chiyo wasn’t the exception, even if she liked to pretend she was. but nothing ever came of them, always pushed to the back of her mind and ignored. it was better that way. easier. in a society that always took more than it gave, chiyo didn’t have the heart or time to pursue something like love.

she still doesn’t, though she would make time for the right person. she already does, though it doesn’t cross her mind that her efforts have ever come from a place that wasn’t purely platonic. chiyo simply cares about gojo. for all the trouble he enjoys stirring up, he's her friend. plain and simple, and she'd laugh if anyone were to suggest that things weren't so simple between the two. even if there once was a time chiyo did yearn and pine and imagine what dating him might be like, that time has long since passed.

she had a crush on gojo when they were teenagers. she doesn't anymore. she doesn't even think about it.

butterflies don't even flutter in her stomach when he unexpectedly leans into her space because gojo just does that, never having respected anyone's personal space. it's normal. chiyo doesn't care anymore, but then he tilts his head. he grows close enough that she can feel his breath fan across her face, and it's as gojo's glasses slide down his nose to reveal blue eyes framed by cloud-colored lashes that the butterflies begin. it's then that it occurs to chiyo that some feelings never really go away no matter how long she ignores them. her breath catches, heart trips over itself, gaze drops to gojo's smile — yeah, she’s just stubborn.

and too eager. stupidly so. as chiyo leans in, gojo’s leaning away and spouting something about a sakura petal caught in her hair. half-lidded eyes go wide, her mask utterly demolished in an instant; then embarrassment colors her face bright red, and fiery indignation has the woman pushing against infinity to get her old friend as far from her as possible. now she remembers why she chose to ignore her crush all those years ago.

“ go— go punch a curse or somethin’! just get outta my office! ” why? gojo whines, and chiyo feels like an idiot. she can’t do this right now. she’s redder than a strawberry, and the damned sorcerer isn’t the least bit pink! worst of all, she played right into his hand, unwittingly exposed her heart, and it’s all meant to be a joke, a moment of meaningless teasing like any other. but for her, it’s not. she desperately wants it to be meaningless, but she knows damn well it’s not.

chiyo doesn’t give up on pushing gojo even when he barely budges for her, meeting his bespectacled eyes with a scowl and a huff. her anger conceals her desperation to escape him. she thinks. she hopes... it probably doesn't. even if she weren't caught off guard, that's the problem with knowing someone for so long. there isn't much she can hide anymore.

“ ‘cause between you messing with me and the load of paperwork i got today, i’m ready to retire early! ” the blonde gripes, finally giving an explanation. “ now, go! bug kento if you’re still bored! you’re givin’ me a headache! ”

[frigidlyauthorial]

fascinating okay so i'm watching season 17 of dancing with the stars and it's like. you can literally tell that derek was taking a very deliberate gamble between relying on points from the judges vs doing what would be most impressive for the audience.

In Week 3 for Most Memorable Year, Amber and Derek danced a foxtrot. It was an absolutely gorgeous dance, because with those two there is no way it could not be, but the routine departed from foxtrot standards (namely, the amount of time spent in hold).

The scores they got were extremely across the board (9, 7, 10), but I'm so curious about how derek offhandedly mentioned that he'd prepared Amber for Len to rip into them for the choreography. Both of them seemed shocked that Len went so far as to give it a 7 (their lowest score on the show thus far), but it is very telling that derek knew that his choreo was pushing the envelope far beyond what would be allowed, and decided to go down that path anyway because he knew that it would be shortsighted to focus on appeasing one judge when he could instead be using that dance as a way to build up his partner in the eyes of the audience.

[crows-of-buckets]

I need to draw my rook bc I actually do have some ideas for them I just. Have NOT been in a creating mood idk I'm so tired... Aoughgggh

[bangcakes]

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[sevicia]

I keep seeing ppl say stuff like "Oh but AI art will create more jobs!" and I just do not think that's like, relevant? to the discussion at all? Cause what jobs is AI art gonna generate for, yknow, artists? It's not even a rethorical question I'm really just coming up empty. Any person who has pursued (or even just considered) art as a career has heard that they're just gonna starve, that it's not a "real job", that they need to give up on it, and the way AI art is being treated by corporations seems to be putting a lot of weight into those statements. Yes, AI art is practically soulless and will never fully replace human-made art, but it's pretty obvious that no organization that's used AI instead of actually paying an artist gives a single shit about THAT.

[itslookingback]

good night gay little people in my laptop

[3416]

Lol I love how ppl think the Leafs are losing because the big guys don't care enough. It's definitely not the defense and goaltending issues, it's clearly 16/34/88 throwing a tantrum because keefe is a big old meanie who won't let them sit next to each other on the bench or something...

real fjlksdjfkldsjfklds. you're a loser in this sport until you're not and instead of looking at realistically why that is and acknowledging that luck plays a bit of a role one way or another... you're just scum and don't try as hard as anyone else. like ???? how easily we're forgetting the beginning of the season when our problem was actually the opposite of what it is rn... we didn't show up on time and then "willed" ourselves back into games by scoring in bunches and going to ot. it's really not as simple as wanting it or not wanting it, and thinking those guys don't go out every night and actively try to win the game is fucking silly.

[hauntingblue]

Jaya time

I love these moments of nearly cosmic horror when they encounter inexplicable things (at first) they are so intriguing

Is strawhat here?! *Megan thee stallion saying AAH 😜*

This cover just goes hard... Get it chopper