#trouble in paradise!!!

[blindmagdalena]

OMG OMG EAT YOUR EGO UPDATE INCOMING IM SCREAMING

I'M SCREAMING WITH YOU!

fair warning, it's an angsty one!!!

[pandacattries]

Trouble in paradise #1: coming out

Might change the name who knows, anyway when the main project is too much and you can't handle working on it what do we do? start a side project of course!

[lowpolypeople]

Tourist from Lilo & Stitch: Trouble in Paradise

[roseillith]

TROUBLE IN PARADISE (1932) dir. ERNST LUBITSCH

[kikiiswashere]

Silco @ Vander in ep3

[safficranger]

See me with them hands

Guess that`s what they call muscle memory

[ask-spiderpool]

[heateron]

trouble in paradise (1932) dir. ernst lubitsch

[mendelsohnben]

Trouble in Paradise (1932) dir. Ernst Lubitsch ↳ Thief Gaston Monescu and pickpocket Lily are partners in crime and love. Working for perfume company executive Mariette Colet, the two crooks decide to combine their criminal talents to rob their employer.

[ko-odi]

silly chimera :3 !!!!!

using these guys ofc !!

[pigeonrocks]

Viva Piñata :)

[autocrats-in-love]

Prompt (508)

“Do you hear that?” The civilian asked their companion.

The pair were walking through the city, late at night. The civlian’s companion turned their head in the direction of the loud voices, coming from around the corner

“Yeah, I do. Maybe we should check it out,” the companion said.

The two walked up to their corner and poked their heads around. To their surprise, there stood the hero and the villain, in the middle of a heated argument.

“For the last time,” the hero rubbed their hand over their face, “you can’t threaten to blow up everyone who inconveniences you!”

“I have a lot of feelings! It’s how I express them,” the villain responded, clearly offended.

[jaimemes]

had a fun time on the beach today!!! slugger and momoto got to ride down the beachside being nuisances to the local wingull population

[veilz]

Commission for @valeechtine Viva Piñata sona

[cinnamon-flame]

Viva Piñata art dump

Viva Piñata was my favorite game when I was younger and it influenced my style heavily throughout the years but I've noticed it's like really niche? I haven't seen a lot of people talking about it which is a shame since the whole series is absolutely adorable. So I'm spreading the word myself with some funky doodles

[sunlightmurdock]

Older bf Bradley picking up young gf from the bar drunk

Ugh omg him pulling up to the bar in his bronco and doing his strutty little slut inside wearing a pair of faded jeans and an old navy t-shirt. You’ve dragged him out of bed to be here, the plan wasn’t for him to see you tonight, but he’s here anyway because you asked him to be.

He squints a little, standing about a head taller than most of the people in this bar already, scanning the crowd for you. Once you clock him, you’re easy to spot. The pretty one in the short skirt, beaming and waving him over.

He walks over to you and kisses the top of your head, sliding his arm around your waist and pulling you in against his side with a cool, “Hey, baby.”

He’s relaxed as you giddily introduce him to your friends. Even as they tease him, asking him questions about his career and his muscles — just to embarrass you. He pinches your side playfully, his lips quirking up into an amused smirk as one of them makes a joke about his size.

You stretch up and throw your arms around his neck, whining, “Guys, stop — let him be.”

Once all of the interrogations and goodbyes are finally done, he’s leading you outside with his thick palm holding onto yours. You grin as you press against his side, cuddling up against him.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” You tell him happily, squeezing at his palm. Bradley turns his head, smiling as he looks down at you. He knows from just the look in your eye exactly why you text him asking him to pick you up. “You look so, so handsome tonight.”

“You’re drunk.” He tugs your hand forwards and grabs your hips, making you gasp as he walks you back until you’re bumping into the blue paint of his passenger side door. You grin up at him, letting your teeth drag slowly along your bottom lip, giving him a certain shake of your head.

“Nu-uh.” You smile, mischief embodied as your fingers trail along his torso. He presses his chest into yours and grabs the back of your thigh, pressing himself between your legs and rocking that thick denim against the bare skin under your skirt.

“You’re trouble.” He corrects, a knowing smirk on his lips. Your grin grows as you stretch up quickly and press your mouth to his. He follows you down into the kiss, crowding you against the side of his truck, letting you grind down against his jeans.

“Maybe.” You giggle, breathing excitedly against his lips.

He squeezes hard at your thigh, chuckling softly as he leans in and kisses you once more, more deeply this time.

“You want to stop for food before we go home?” He asks you, giving your thigh one more soft squeeze before he lowers it back down until your feet are both firmly on the ground. You shake your head, reaching up to kiss him again, unable to reach as he straightens up.

“Just want you.” You tell him softly, pushing your fingertips under his shirt to feel the warm ridges of his skin.

He chuckles, kissing the top of your head and pulling you away from the door to open it. “Not tonight, baby girl. Step up for me, watch your head.”

You scowl, settled into your seat as he closes the door and walks around to his side. He plants himself in his seat and looks across at you, amused by the dejected look on your face.

“Got something to say?” He teases you.

You look across at him. He stares at you as you guide your hair back off of your face, twisting in your seat and starting to lean over the centre console, looking up at him through your lashes. “No…”

Bradley watches your fingers work the button on his jeans, brows raised. He cups your wrists in one hand and stops you instantly, turning the keys in the ignition with the other.

“You been thinking about my cock in your mouth, honey?” Bradley asks, his arm stretched along the back of your seat, neck craned as he reverses out of his spot. You swallow, pressing your thighs together as you give him a meek yes. “How about my mouth on that pretty pussy?”

“Bradley…” You whine at him.

He chuckles, reaching across and squeezing your knee. “Come on, you drag me out of bed after midnight and I don’t get to be a little mean?”

Both of you already know that if you’re still as eager for him at home as you are right now, he’ll give in to you. He’s been thinking about it all day. So, leaning back in your seat and parting your legs, you decide to be a little mean yourself.

Bradley’s eyes struggle to stay on the road, glancing across as you shimmy your underwear down your legs. He watches as you trail your fingertips under the cover of your short little skirt.