#this was longer than i planned

[bogos-bint3d]

Tumblr in the jurassic world universe must be crazy man. Like imagine

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Wait what was that noise

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Guyss I hear a raptor outside </3

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SHIT is it like right underneath my window?????

#one day of peace that's all I want

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PTERODACTYL

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MY FUKIGGB COMPUTET

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Hey does anyone know how to get ankylosauruses to move there's one blocking my door??? It's not really doing anything its just sleeping but I'm going to be late and its just ignoring me

#existenceunrelateds

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Oh my gosh there's a tyrannosaurus over in the forest right now like it's just chilling omggg this is so incredible this is so cool

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Guys. Guys why does my school have a fucking compy problem. AGAIN

[djeterg19]

Ok, so I was chatting on the bird app about why I generally hate third act breakups and it kinda inspired this post. First, conflict is necessary in any drama. The issue that comes up with many third act breakups is that they are often forced or contrived. Or the response is disproportionate to whatever issue comes up. Often it's caused by a lack of communication or a miscommunication.

I'm supposed to believe these two characters are in love but won't talk with or listen to the other person when they try to explain what happened or how they are feeling? Or they see or overhear something and, without speaking with the other person, jump immediately to wanting to break up and then refuse to give them a second chance. Or, and this might be the one I hate the most, they decide they know what's best for their love interest and break up because they don't want to hold them back. You should not be deciding what is best for someone else. People are capable of deciding for themselves what to prioritize in their life. You might think that specific job or going to school is the most important thing but someone else might think a family, friends, or love is more important to them. Because there are plenty of jobs or schools but family and love are irreplaceable.

And if they are so willing to throw the entire relationship away without communicating, how am I supposed to believe that the reunion or their feelings are genuine? Did they learn or grow from the situation? Or is it just cheap conflict to make the last episode have suspense? Why am I supposed to believe they are in love when they don't try reaching out to try resolving whatever the issue is? If your answer to the first big fight or issue your relationship encounters is to dump the other person and refuse to even talk to them...it just does not work for me character wise or plot wise. I can understand yelling and fighting in the moment but I cannot understand someone taking time to think and reflect and not even trying to patch things up or make things work with someone they truly love in most circumstances. And characters and relationships can be tested without forcing the characters apart through forced drama. They can have adult conversations where they can decide that they need to work on x, y, or x but won't cut all communication because they are important to each other. It can be outside forces that cause issues that actually strengthens their bond by forcing them to work together to overcome the odds. Or maybe one of them suffers a setback or struggles with something that is the big drama but they are there for each other and help each other through whatever comes up. Honestly my absolute favorite conflict in a BL was Kawi getting sick in Be My Favorite. It's realistic. It's traumatic. It produced drama AND utilized the time travel element in a great way.

Also the timing is frustrating. Because, with BLs especially, the third act breakup doesn't even happen in the third act. It happens in episode 11 generally. One episode is not the fourth act of a 12 episode series. For it to be a third act breakup, it would need to happen around episode 9 or 10 at the latest. But it almost never does and the ending is almost never satisfying because they have to cram too much into one episode to resolve things. I personally would prefer if such drama was done earlier so that the last episode could be reserved for seeing the happy ending that most of these shows promise. I don't want to spend 12 episodes with a pairing and only have 5 minutes showing them happy at the end. That is generally not satisfying to me.

[thelostmoongazer]

i was gonna do more with this but i think this is about as far as ill go. maybe. who knows. happy late valentines <3

[hinamie]

happy gojoday to all who celebrate

[cart00nmilk]

Sonadow Confession Story - LAST PART!

Last Part: Here Before we go, just wanna make a little talk with you guys

You can always find my Patreon here!

[sanni276]

*Tim and Kon sitting on one of the couches in Titan's Tower*

*Kon suddenly turning to Tim*: Tim my best bro, you need to help me.

Tim: Sure. What's going on?

Kon: There is this guy I really really like but I just don't know how to tell him because everytime I flirt with him he thinks I am just joking and whenever I ask him to go out, just the two of us he answers me with: "Oh! This and this friend will love that! We should totally all go together.".

Tim internally freaking out: He likes guys? He likes a specific guy? Wait, does this mean I could have a chance with him? No, that's stupid he already said he likes someone else. Does this mean that I'm not even an option when Kon likes guys? No why am I only thinking about what this means for me? I am a horrible friend and-

Tim externally: Well what exactly do you like about him?

Kon *with a soft smile*: Everything. He's smart, somehow handsome and pretty at the same time, he is strong and good at fighting and sometimes he does things that just infuriate me and we argue but he is probably the best thing that ever happend to me and if he asked me to become supervillains and take over the world with him I would so without a seond thought.

Tim *literally crying on the inside because he's pretty sure he could be all of these things if he tried*: Then tell him that. After that say something like "I really like you and wanted to ask if you would like to go on a date with me sometime" If he still doesn't get it after all that then he is probably just not interested in you but too nice to outright say it.

Kon suddenly seriously looking Tim in the eyes: Tim, you are smart, somehow the most handsome and prettiest man i have laid my eyes upon at the same time, you are strong and and so good at everything you do and Rao you infuriate me sometimes but I wouldn't change anything about you for the world because you were there every single time I needed someone and I'm afraid ou are my favourite person and that I would sacrifice everything for you. You are my biggest weakness. My Kryptonite. I really really like you, and wanted to ask if you would like to go on a date with me sometime.

Tim: Yeah. Just like that. I'm sure whoever this mystery guy is will instantly fold. Sorry Kon, I think you're gonna have to excuse me now because Bruce wants me back in Gotham.

*Tim runs away to cry in his room and then mope about his crush for the next 2-17 buisness days*

Kon left behind head in his hands: Dude...Just tell me if you don't like me.

Kon is completly convinced that Tim knows how he feels since he is literally the best detective in the world (Yes. Even better than Batman) and there is absolutely no way he didn't get Kon's confession. Tim does infact not know.

Much to the infuriation and pain of everyone that somehow knows them it takes them another three weeks to realize their feelings are mutual and in fat not unrequited.

Except Cassandra: She had guessed the date excactly right and she won a lot of money. (there was a betting pool)

[beabodoesstuff]

It does depend on the version. Some versions give bigger father/dadmare vibes than anything. HOWEVER, in some version, he ALSO gives medieval fantasy. The idea of this king, this embodiment of negativity, who has only felt the vague warmth of love while caring for his boys(murder trio). This eldritch king, who collects and shelters, broken things and gifts them a home where they are safe and food they are assured will be warm and nutritious, falling in love with a mortal who can somehow look past all the sins and scars that litter his sludge-covered bones. A human that wishes him no ill and wishes for him to, to feel truly loved as he makes his collection of broken things feel.

(Just gonna put a thing I wrote like, 2 days ago here)

"Yes, you are terrifying, and yes, you may have a cold soul. However, something you seem to look past within your cold is that for something to be truly considered cold, there must be some semblance of heat. So let me take your cold hands in mine, and remind your heart of the warmth it's cold walls to leave."

so do people genuinely find nightmare attractive or is it a long running bit

[merrigel]

I want it back = I drag its dead weight forward

[eggbem]

Portal!RotTMNT #2: Mikey

Donnie

Yep, I haven't forgotten about this series!

I tell you, the mental block I had while finishing this piece was unreal. I think it was because I had to completely rethink the background and the angle and figure out the second portal.

But shout-out to @caffinatedcastiel for reigniting my commitment to getting this one finished; shout-out to @duckcrumbs for recommending Caff's Portal!RotTMNT fic; shout-out to @soepwashere for re-inspiring me with the Portal Duo post; and HUGE shout-out to my sister, who kept me accountable. Y'all motivated me to get this one done! And because of this picture, I'm way more confident in backgrounds and perspectives and rendering.

Now for Raph and Leo!

[thebubblesareevil]

Everyone forgot Danny

It started out slow, he would be in class and people wouldn’t notice him until he spoke up. His parents would ask what they wanted for dinner and would look confused when he answered.

Slowly but surely people forgot who Danny was entirely.

His records vanished along with his memory.

At first Danny was angry, then he thought it was funny, and then his parents started to lose interest in ghost hunting and then he got worried and went to see clockwork.

The ghosts remembered him, but the people of amity park could not remember Danny.

It was a defense mechanism, clockwork explained, areas with high concentrations of ectoplasm would infect anything living and cause it to not notice or even forget ectoplasmic entities.

This was to prevent anything from actively attacking the realms or looking into things too deeply and learning things their mind could not comprehend.

It happened to protect both the living and the dead.

There was no going back. If the ectoplasm were to be forcefully removed the citizens would all die within the year, their bodies unable to support them anymore.

So now Danny was faced with a choice.

Leave amity and find a place for himself in the world

Or

Stay in the infinite realms and take his rightful place on the throne.

Danny wasn’t ready to give up living, so he packed up everything he could, sealing away the rest his parents weapons in the ghost zone and locking up the lab.

He had some ghosts install a second basement so if anyone looked at the building plans nothing would be amiss, but no living creature would go through that portal again.

Danny travel from city to city, coast to coast. Until one day he was sitting on a dock and all hell broke loose.

A massive red tornado landed right in the middle of happy harbor.

Danny jumped into action, doing everything he could to get any and all civilians away from the tornado.

Insanely, there appeared to be a group of teenaged heroes around his age and younger.

Watching the team struggle, but eventually succeed was nostalgic. He knew they would learn, and who would it hurt if he stuck around for a bit to see where things lead?

So with the money he stole from vlad, he got himself an apartment and enrolled in school. He go a little help from technus to fake his records, but no mortal would be able to tell they were fake.

Up until school started, the teens would hang out around the beach. Danny watched from a distance and tried to figure out each of their powers.

He was pretty sure the red head was a speedster; clockwork loved to complain about them.

The big guy was definitely a superhuman. Strength at the minimum.

The red headed girl…was definitely not human. He didn’t even need to see her shift; no human teen would say “hello Megan” when referring to herself that often.

Blondie and Mr sunglasses definitely were skill based heroes

The only one he wasn’t sure about was tall dark and handsome. He showed some combat skills when he messed around with his friends. Maybe something water based? When he got in the water he stayed longer than most, but that was only when there was no other people near the group. So maybe he transformed in water? Danny wasn’t sure.

After school started, things were nice. He did well in his classes and his hero watching hobby was getting interesting. From what he could tell, superboy and the shifter were absolutely dancing around each other, it was actually kinda adorable.

He wasn’t sure what was going on with superboy, but he was definitely doing better getting acclimated to normal people; Danny suspected he was raised in a lab.

So time passed and things were nice. He was working hard and getting good grades, he had…friends. Totally, just because they only ever talked in class didn’t mean he had no friends.

Everything was good.

And then all the adults vanished. Danny didn’t know what was going on but he knew he had to help. So Danny got to work organizing the teens of happy harbor into some semblance of organization.

He rallied anyone with a license to collect kids around town after he Hotwired some buses. When the heroes arrive he tells them they have things handled there and to help other cities.

Eventually though (and I’m absolutely fucking with canon at this point) Billy batson shows up and is trying to make his way to mount Justice to get to the team only to run into a fucking eldrich horror.

Billy screams as soon as he sees Danny and Danny grabs him and throws him in an alley to confront him.

Danny then yells at the kid that if he wanted something then he didn’t need to yell and to please stop glowing.

Once they come to an understanding, Danny agrees to get Billy to mount Justice. He hot wires a motorcycle and Billy helps him break into the base.

It takes a bunch of convincing, but Danny reluctantly agrees to go in with him, but only because he wants to see their awesome gadgets and nothing else.

When confronted by the team of teens Billy struggles to prove who he is until wolf comes up and licks him.

Superboy (and Danny bursts out laughing when he learns that’s his actual hero name) and miss Martian both confront Billy about bringing Danny.

Billy refuses to explain on account of them really not having time right now. Danny meanwhile is looking over some of the reading they left up and suggests Billy try to transform.

After they get into contact and things are revealed to be caused by a group of sorcerers led by klarion.

After everything settles down, Batman confronts Danny who isn’t the least bit intimidated, instead saying he had a test coming up and needed to study.

Billy on the other hand decides he should convince Batman that Danny could be a valuable asset and proceeds to blackmail Danny into joining the team.

He ends up basically just helping out and dropping valuable but incredibly obscure bits of knowledge.

While Danny is really enjoying his time with the team, things come crashing down when vlad starts blackmailing him.

Obviously Danny doesn’t give into the blackmail because he thinks vlad is a fucking fruit loop but he constantly reminds Danny that he has way more ectoplasm the vlad does and it was only a matter of time before the heroes get infected and start forgetting him.

So Danny starts acting distant, hanging out less and less.

His friends are getting worried.

Kaldur tries to confront him but it only leads to Danny storming off and not returning to the base for a week.

No one knows how to help him, until Robin hacks into sports masters laptop and finds a file on Danny and what exactly they could use to emotionally cripple him if he ever joined the fight.

It also had data that none of them could understand but they were certain Danny could.

Kaldur is volunteered as tribute as the one to talk to Danny and fic him the file. When he reads it he breaks down in kaldurs arms because it showed that he didn’t release enough ecto to infect them.

They wouldn’t forget him.

So the next time the team leaves for a mission and they have intel that vlad would be there, he sneaks aboard the ship.

They’re nearly there when he finally reveals himself but no matter what any of them say he refuses to stay on the ship.

He only agrees to keep his distance so long as plasmius never shows his face.

Unfortunately for the villains, he does, and Danny shows all the villains present exactly why vlad was getting the big bucks for keeping Danny off the playing field.

[isabellaofparma]

the cat king (ft. edwin) + text posts

[pien-art]

yippee more SVU art :3 (r)Olivia beloved !!

(timelapse of the Olivia drawing here)

[shouyuus]

Pitfighter!vi who makes you keep eye contact with her and say her name while she fucks you because she wants you to know that it’s HER who’s making you feel that good 🙏 (request ish but also responding to the vi thirsts thingy)

i... have such a thing for eye contact!vi u have no idea.

18+, mndi, smut, slight angst, and fluff at the end

"eyes on me, princess --" she says, twisting your jaw towards her as she fucks her fingers into you, her makeup in black streaks running down her cheeks, her skin peppered with cuts and bruises, fat and dark as summer plums.

you whine, blinking up at her, your lashes clumped with salt as she fucks you through the nth orgasm that night, and you know that it's one of the bad nights, one of those nights where she comes home angry off a loss and already drunk. you bite your lips, her name trembling on the tip of your tongue even as she forces your mouth open to bury her own groans in the depth of your throat.

"moan for me --" she says, her voice a honey-bee's rasp against your lips, thick and syrup-sweet, but just as suffocating, the way it slicks across your tongue, "say my name --" she breathes.

you hiss, eyes squeezing shut as her dull nails scrape along your inner walls, making your legs kick out, your belly roiling within you at the relentless pressure.

"vi --" you force out, the breath punching from you as she angles her fingers up into that one gummy spot inside you that has you keening.

"i said look --" she clasps her whole hand around your jaw, squeezing so tight your mouth falls open, spit collecting at the corners of your mouth, "at --" she thrusts three fingers into you, "me."

you force your eyes open to meet her gaze -- and it's well-dark depths. you make a noise somewhere between a sob and a whimper, feeling her fingers digging into the soft plush of your cheeks as she gives you face a tiny little shake.

"vi, please --" and you don't even know what you're begging for anymore. mercy, perhaps, or just some kind of absolution. she stares at you, her gaze flickering from one eye to the other, as if searching for the answer there to a question she's never had courage enough to ask out loud.

finally, she lets you go, and your head thumps back against the pillows, though your hand reaches out to clasp around her wrists as she holds you by the hips and fucks you into the mattress, groaning when she feels you clamp down around her.

she laces her fingers with yours, this one single tenement of softness, as she groans, feeling you come apart around her.

she doesn't say much as she pulls out of you, staring at the shiny slick that coats her skin, brings it to her lips for a taste before shooting you a sharp, crescent-moon grin.

"violet..."

and she stills at the sound of your voice wrapped around the full weight of her name -- like a wish, or a promise. she sighs, leaning down to drop a kiss to your shoulder. you sit up, your fingers still linked through hers.

"it was a bad night," she'd say, looking anywhere but at you, pulling away to run her hands under the murky water from her tiny sink. you watch her from the bed, the mattress nothing more than a few stacks of cushions shoved together, empty bottles littering the floor.

"yeah?" you ask, shifting back a few inches as she settles on the edge of the bed, her head hung low. you reach forward, waiting for her to pull away. but when she doesn't, you curl yourself around the bend of her back and press your cheek to her shoulder, careless of the inky black paint that transfers from her skin to yours.

she lets you hold her for a few, long, solid minutes. they slick by like river water, made thick with silt or shimmer. you trace your fingers along the dark, smudged-out shapes of her tattoos -- and you think to yourself that she's beautiful -- even like this, broken and bruised and so, so angry.

"look at me," you whisper, turning her head with a finger, and she gives a the tiniest bit of resistance before letting you coax her face towards yours, her eyes bright in the slantwise light.

the moon slits a scimitar sliver through the sky, and down here, even the stars take on a sickly purple glow. but, as vi looks you over, allows herself the pleasure of admiring your face, she thinks that you somehow have the gall to be beautiful, even now.

she doesn't stop to think that you might be thinking the same of her.

you are.

"have you got a fight tomorrow?" you ask, reaching out to trace a thumb across the smudged paint on her cheeks. your finger comes away dark, but the tattoo beneath her eye's just a bit more visible now. she shakes her head.

"no. medic said i've gotta take a few days off."

she scoffs, her gaze cutting away.

"good," you say, "a break is good."

"i don't need a break," she gruffs, and you laugh.

"i know. but... that means you can sleep in tomorrow."

she quirks an eyebrow, "i can sleep in any day i want. the fights don't start till --"

"i know, vi -- i'm just saying," you say, imploring as a grin twitches over her lips, "we can... do something together, if you'd like."

vi blinks, "we?"

you purse your lips, looking down at where your fingers are inches from hers.

"unless --"

"yeah. no -- i mean -- it's fine. we -- we can."

and for a second, she sounds so nervous, so uncertain, that you almost laugh. because since when has vi been this bashful in your presence? but when you look up again, it's to catch her watching you with a strange, halfway light in her eyes. and you're not sure if it's the moon or the stars, or simply the cheap alcohol eating through both your veins, but you fancy that it looks just a little bit like affection, stained at the edges with tenderness.

it spreads warmth through your limbs, and tingles at your nose and your fingertips.

"okay then," you say, nodding, even as she pushes you back onto her makeshift mattress and slots her lips over yours once more.

the kiss is long, but soft. and when she pulls away, you're both just a bit breathless. though, not on the heavy, panting way you usually are off the deep, desperate kisses she gives you. no, this is something sweeter, something lighter. something that tastes very much like heartache at the back of your tongue.

"c'mere..." you say, tugging her into you even as the pair of your collapse onto her bed, her rucking the thin blanket haphazardly over the shape of your bodies, nothing more than a tangle of limbs, her cheek pillowed against your sternum, her lengthening hair tickling your chin.

you run a few fingers through the rough patches at the sides of her head.

"the dye's coming out."

vi grunts, her body heavy as she sinks into the heat of your embrace.

"whatever. let it grow."

you grin to yourself, thinking that you'd always loved the natural color of her hair -- bright as rubies in the hungering dark. but as you thread your fingers through them again and again, vi shifts against you, looping her arms around your middle to pull you into her.

she mumbles something into the skin of your chest that you don't quite catch.

"hm?" you ask, leaning down.

she sighs, her breath hot as it washes over your collarbones.

"you'll still be here in the morning, yeah?"

you pause, wondering for a second if it's a question or a plea.

you let out a tiny laugh.

"if you want me to be, then... yeah. i will."

vi only curls her fingers against your waist. she burrows her face more deeply into your chest, holding you close, and then closer.

"right," she says, shifting till the both of you are comfortable, "yeah," she adds after a few more seconds.

then, she lifts her head to look at you, her eyes catching yours in the dust-stricken moonlight -- and you can swear that she's smiling.

"good."

"goodnight, violet," you whisper, as her eyelids flutter shut, and she softens against you.

"night, princess. see you in the morning..." she says, her voice quiet and just a bit slurred.

"yeah. see you then."

[13mary-gold]

PART 5

Part 1 | Part 4 < Part 5 > Part 6

[feelo-fick]

it can't be too hard right?

it's easy not to think about things, he tells me i don't think all the time! wait...

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a scene from a fic that i have no clue if ill finish, let alone post, but look i made fanart of my own thing that doesnt even exist :D

[sopuu]

little snippet of a vs witherstorm storyboard/animatic i've been working on since march!

it's kinda been put aside for a while as other projects came up, and the second half of the original thumbnails are being revamped coz i don't like it anymore lol, so i thought i'd share what i have since i have no idea when or if i'll finish it. atm i'm still very set on completing it someday tho!!