#there will be actual valentines soon

[evilwizardval]

almost forgot about this quick jill drawing i made

[doodleodds]

Happy Valentines, Akira. Happy Valentines, Asshole.

If you can’t read what Akechi’s secondary inner-dialogue says cause I obscured it too much behind his regular dialogue, here’s a transcription in panel order: Hello, you fucking- Ah- Hello, Akira! Fuck off, why should I tell you- Just a soda- there’s a new flavor.

I don’t want your shitty gift. Oh- haha! You’re so sweet.

I hope I choke. They’re lovely, thank you.

Like hell. Likewise. There’s no way it’s just a coincidence. Still though, it’s a funny coincidence.

[psychojetcocktail]

Some random old sketches of the old man ever🫶

[hsslilly-blog]

Ticket to Ride (2016), dir. by Charles Russell. Starring Claire Swanson, with Lisa Valentine and Addison Sinclair.

Three best friends hailing from Marfa, Texas find themselves dissatisfied with their situation: Jeane (Swanson) wants to get rich fast and she’s willing to do anything for a big diamond ring; Barbara (Valentine) is fed up of their monotonous, deserted hometown; and Audrey (Sinclair) dreams of finding someone to connect with. When Jeane gets hold of a ticket in the name of a wealthy socialite, the three girls board a plane on the way to their new lives.

monte carlo redraw fake poster for a chick flick with claire addi and lisa. i first mentioned it in claire’s wiki article. this was claire’s first big success which propelled her to fame and got her cast in planners without time and then fast forward [both time related, funny]. also i like to think of this as the girls' True Film Together since clash at sunset had bianca and the whole thing with anders afterwards. oh this was the film that attached her image to the red dress!!

[cheeriochat]

Drawings done on my mentor classrooms whiteboard part???????

Funny thing about the first drawing, My mentor teacher (equivalent to homeroom teacher for those who don't call it mentor) is a huge metal gear fan, so while I was drawing Pliskin all of a sudden from behind me I hear "RAIDEN" and I jump and am like "Whatthefuck" and I turn around and its him laughing. I nearly shat myself bruh

[untitledpaintings]

gotta love procreate that was so quick to recolour

[bikerboyfriend]

screenshot dump

[shippingchaii]

spending like 4+ consecutive hours playing degrees of lewdity every night. i do not recommend. 👎

[natelia-aldelliz]

Guys... Listen I know I said I'd draw something for valentine's day but I had a bit of a rough week sooooo I'm just going to write it out instead, maybe I'll finish drawing it some day, maybe not. It's behind a show more because it's long.

(also there's talks about having sex but no actual sex, and like, general warnings about Ghost's backstory but it's very vague here).

Soap was hanging around outside, trying to bring himself to do something, anything. But the weather was nice for a February day, and the sun was out, and it was making him feel like a cat basking in the heat.

An arm wrapped itself around his shoulders, a huge body suddenly weighing on him. Ghost.

Soap hummed comfortably. This day was getting better by the minute. Any chill he might have felt from being outside in a tank top out of pure Scottish spite was instantly soothed.

Simon often times saw himself as a cold man, freezing to the touch, hidden behind a layer of ice. A proper little Elsa, Soap almost snorted out loud. The truth was that while yes, his fingers and toes' temperature was sometimes abysmal, especially in bed, the rest of him was the warmest place Johnny had ever been.

"I've got something for you in our room," Ghost whispered against his throat, making Soap shiver.

Simon had begun calling Soap's room theirs a few weeks ago and Johnny couldn't have enough of it. He was so in love it genuinely hurt sometimes to restrain himself from squeezing him to death.

"Is that so?" he purrs, knowing how Ghost likes that. If this day didn't end in sex he'd be very surprised. He'd long learned to recognize when Simon wanted sex and when he didn't, and the way he squeezed his pec in response to his voice was a very easy tell.

But then again Simon was way less subtle than he thought he was.

They made their way back to their room, and there it was, a repurposed shoebox, badly wrapped with cheap wrapping paper. Johnny couldn't be more excited, he had never received any gift from a significant other. To be fair he adored gifting but always felt awkward receiving.

But this was Simon. Something that Simon had chosen to give him.

He sat on the bed, leaving enough space behind him for Ghost to sit there so he could use him as a very comfortable backrest. When he did, he grabbed the gift and began opening it.

He knew that Ghost liked to tear the wrapping paper, liked the sound of it and liked tearing it into the smallest pieces possible after, but he himself loved carefully unwrapping it and folding it flat so he could later maybe do an origami with it or put a piece in his journal. Probably both.

This one was full of tape but he still very much enjoyed himself, considered it a challenge. He enjoyed the chase, wanted to drag it on. Ghost huffed impatiently behind him, a bit tense, probably nervous.

Inside the box was a weird old fashioned clunky thing. It was bright red, looked slightly like binoculars, definitely from the 70's, with a wheel of tiny pictures wedged in the top of it. Memories hit him all at once.

"Oh my god ah remember, my Ma had one of these when ah was a child! My sister and I loved it, it had pretty landscapes in!"

He put it against his eyes, excited to see what this one came with. At his biggest surprise, it was a picture of them. Simon had customised it.

The picture showed the back of himself a bit further away from the camera, pointing at something while in full gear, in a dilapidated town, Ghost's face in the foreground looking at the camera. It looked like Soap was talking to someone, but that person was cut by the framing.

"Wait, ah remember that mission, it's when ah saved Gaz from a landmine just to be shot seconds later," he laughed. "ah spent two fucking weeks in the hospital, ah was miserable. Ye kept joking ah should hiv left Gaz explode while staring at him, he was convinced ye actually wanted him dead!"

Then the next picture was indeed him in his hospital bed, unconscious but the state of his injuries told him he was probably just sleeping at least a few days after his admission, his life no longer in danger. In this one, Ghost was sleeping too, head in his elbow near Soap's head and his other hand holding Soap's hand.

"Who took this one?" Soap asked, moved by the tenderness of Ghost's hold on him in the picture. It would have been right after Johnny had admitted to maybe liking him more than friends, before they were officially dating.

"The hospital one?"

Soap hummed.

"Price did. Said it was for blackmail. Should have seen him, he looked like his child had just married the person of their dreams and had ridden off into a rainbow on a unicorn or some shit. Old man's sentimental as fuck, but I didn't call him on his bullshit, he's already old, that's punishment enough."

Soap giggled in response. The next few pictures were all of them together but each time he was either turning his back or asleep.

"Why the fuck am ah never looking at the camera?" he whined. He wanted some cute couple pictures, dammit!

"Couldn't have you suspecting what I was planning," Simon said, kissing his shoulder soothingly. Only then Soap noticed that he had taken his mask off at some point and turned to ask for a proper kiss, which he immediately got.

"Keep going, there's more pictures," Simon whispered against his lips when he tried to turn around to kiss him some more. His pouting only got him a smirk in response, so he got comfortable again and brought the slide viewer back against his eyes.

He was happy he did. The next picture waiting for him was just Simon in the mirror, almost in full gear, but with one gloveless hand dragging his trousers down so the camera could see the bottom of his stomach, follow along his happy trail and reaching the very top of his pubic hair. The picture cut of his head, but he could see that his mouth was uncovered and he was holding the glove with his teeth.

Soap groaned. "Steaming Jesus, love, you're so hot."

He felt Simon hide his face in the back of his neck, warmer than usual, and chuckled a bit. He loved him so fucking much.

There were four more pictures of Simon, in various suggestive poses and states of undress, some almost showing his cock but never quite committing, making Johnny feel like he was being teased.

He was getting hard though and so ready to be done with the pictures and access the real thing. But Simon was still tense behind him. In fact, he had only gotten tenser and tenser with each click.

Soap was unsure why. They never had a problem with their sexual life, Simon had already changed his mind about having sex after starting and Soap had absolutely no problem with that, was glad to hug him instead and reassure him when he had tried to apologize.

Simon knew that there was no pressure, ever, to have sex. Hell, Johnny would still be happy even if Simon decided that he never wanted to have sex again, and he had made sure to make Simon understand that.

Then he got to the last picture and immediately understood.

It wasn't a picture of either of them, just a little bit of paper, with a few words written in Ghost's awful handwriting.

Just a few words that made Johnny drop the viewer on the covers and turn around to grab Simon's face, worriedly looking in his eyes.

"Are you sure?" he asked, looking for any trace of Simon forcing himself. "Baby, ah'm happy to bottom for the rest of mah life, there's no pressure, okay?"

Simon looked at him with warmth in his eyes and his cheeks completely red, a wrapping bow added on top of his head. "I know," he said simply. "I just want to. I don't want to be haunted by memories anymore. I used to like it, and I want to like it again. With you. Just.... Be gentle, okay?"

Johnny kissed his forehead. "Ah dinnae think ah ken how no tae be gentle with ye, love."

[aro-culture-is]

Aro culture is being happy about Valentine's day because it means the Ides of March is only a month away!

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[smalltimidbean]

okay so...... would chickpea possibly let someone he likes/trusts lay on his belly and use him as a mattress?

(if yes then tell me how to gain his trust he'd be so nice to sleep on /hj)

In theory yes, but in practice, no

With the in-story reason, that he is kept in a secure room that only ~three people have access too, aside: Chickpea does not like his belly to be touched - most clones don't bc that's where all their vital organs are or if they have a pouch, that's where the babies are, so they try to protect it - and he is very sensitive there, so he'd probably get irritated/overstimulated after a while of someone laying there

You could lay on his back, hat or in his hand as an alternative, but you'd have to gain his trust first - And I'm not telling!!!

[sisterdivinium]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F, Gen Relationship: Jillian Salvius/Mother Superion Characters: Mother Superion (Warrior Nun), Jillian Salvius Additional Tags: Vincent and Duretti are mentioned in an unflattering light

"Her hand had trembled, holding tight at the base of the blade hiding in her cane — not out of hesitation, but of anger. However she struck the bastard down, it would still be too swift, too clean, too quick for the Judas." Even the right choices can cast odious shadows on conscience, Mother Superion finds, her blood not yet ceased to boil with a vengeance denied...

[osaemu]

22K ppl follow the #gojo x reader tag and the original streamer!gojo post just hit 22K notes :,) :,) thank you guys !! 🤍

[spaceratprodigy]

slapped some color on another nick and iris doodle I had made <3

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[tsubasagirl]

Thank you DeNa. (part 2)

[sotiredmostnights]

pros of CYL 8: free f!robin

cons of CYL 8: no lon'qu to pair her with