#up up girls(kari)

[lachatalovematcha]

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[hellopropicture]

[headfullof-ideas]

I was gonna post some storyboard scenes, but I only drew, like, three, and I like to post them in sets of more than that. So, instead, have a little doodle I did ages ago and then didn’t post at all because…i dunno

Madeline thinks that Ruffnut is the absolute coolest person ever. She’s got a little baby idol crush on her. She squeals like a fan girl every time she sees Ruffnut, bounces for joy whenever the Dark Orca pirates have to work with the Dragon Riders for whatever reason, she’ll grab Ruffnut’s hand shouting ‘DIBS’ if they have to split up. Because to Madeline, Ruffnut’s the most amazing girl ever.

Because how could Ruffnut not be the coolest person ever? Madeline doesn’t see how people don’t think so. Look at Ruffnut! She’s got awesome hair. She rides a dragon, and an awesome one at that. She’s amazing at sabotage and pranks. She mouths off to any and all authority. She asserts her femininity every time someone assumes she’s a dude. She kicks peoples butts wearing skirts, and broke someone’s nose over a dress during a big sale at a market. AND, she knows stuff about Tidal Class Dragons! Madeline’s absolute most favorite class of dragon of all time! Immediately Ruffnut is the coolest person ever, with Ant being Madeline’s eventual second favorite Dragon Rider, because he’s around her age, her sabotage buddy, and he rides a Night Fury. Which is cool, Madeline supposes. But not as cool as Ruffnut-

[magicmorningmeteora]

Who is Your H!P Birthday Oshi? ~October 2024~

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[fictional-birthdays]

[sa-yummy]

[kohappink]

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[goodwillfidgetspinner]

i think all mad engineers should have a weird little guy as a best friend

[toothlesshat]

idk maybe it’s because my parents have drilled into me just how much college costs which is why i shouldn’t blow it on going out and partying and getting drunk or whatever but i just cannot understand the thought process behind spending ALL that money just to go to parties and let your education go to shit . it’s so strange that there are people who will genuinely get angry at you for going to college to learn and earn your degree

Ahhh takes me back to when I was in my first semester, noticeably and horribly struggling in my sign language class, and this guy who was attending on the military’s money was trying to take me out…. like my guy I was paying to be there and it was my first semester WHY WOULD I BE TRYING TO DATE ANYONE??

Like I get it, you lose virtually nothing if someone else is paying for you, and college has all this romanticized expectations surrounding it, and my example isn’t even that egregious (you just reminded me of it), but I feel like nobody should go to college assuming everyone is there for fun…. Like I will not step foot on that campus unless I have to, and I dropped out so..

[peachygotit]

[hellopropicture]

[headfullof-ideas]

Some more headcanon-drawings…things…i have doodles

I actually had these done for a while now, just…never posted them. Idk why. Im trying to get some drawing done today, though for whichever project it’s for, I don’t know

[magicmorningmeteora]

Who is Your H!P Birthday Oshi? ~January 2025~

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🆕🎶 「 正解ですっ！ (アプガver.) 」 new single by UP UP GIRLS kakko KARI is now available worldwide! 🌐 Listen now and discover new sounds from Japan on our weekly updated playlist 🎧 https://spoti.fi/3lgjH73

[deansbeer]

quick lil thanksgiving soldier boy drabble 🍁

adult content | minors do NOT interact.

WARNING(S). smut | oral sex (f!receiving) | strong language | table sex | pure filth | overstimulation | dom!ben | unprotected sex (pls be responsible & safe yall) | ben throwing his F bombs.

kari talks ◞ there might be a few mistakes from how fast i was typing this while eating lol & some warnings i might've missed. so, do let me know if you see any <3

୨ৎ jackles library.

thanksgiving with ben was quiet, just the way he liked it. no family, no friends, no bullshit—just his girl and a bottle of bourbon on the table. he'd insisted on a small dinner, something simple, and you were happy to oblige. but as you're sitting across from him, laughing softly at one of his sarcastic remarks, you notice the way his gaze lingers on you a little too long, a little too hungry.

"what?" you ask, raising a brow, still mid-bite of your food.

he smirks, leaning back in his chair, his thick arms crossed over his chest. "just thinkin' how fuckin' pretty you look tonight. sittin' there in that little dress like you didn't know what was gonna happen."

you roll your eyes, but your heart skips a beat. "ben, it's thanksgiving. can't we just get through dinner for once without you—"

before you can finish, he's already on his feet, rounding the table. you barely have time to react before he grabs you, his large hands sliding under your thighs to lift you out of your chair.

"jesus christ, ben!" you gasp, laughing breathlessly as he sets you down on the dining table, plates clattering as he pushes them aside without a care.

"what?" he mocks you, his voice low, rough, and full of that cocky charm. "can't help it, doll. you're sittin' there lookin' like dessert." his hands are already sliding up your thighs, pushing the hem of your dress higher and higher until it's bunched around your waist.

"ben, the food—"

"fuck the food." his grip tightens as he yanks your panties down your legs and tosses them over his shoulder. "this is what i'm thankful for."

before you can argue, his mouth is on you, hot and wet as his tongue drags through your folds. you suck in a sharp breath, your hands flying to his hair, tugging at it as he buries his face between your thighs. he groans against you, the vibrations making your toes curl as he sucks on your clit, his beard scratching deliciously against your sensitive skin.

"goddamn," he mutters, pulling back just long enough to look up at you, his lips glistening. "you taste s'fuckin' good, baby."

you whimper, your head falling back as his tongue dives back in, licking and teasing until your legs are shaking around his head. but then he growls, low and frustrated, pulling away abruptly.

"fuck this," he mutters, standing up and fumbling with his belt. "these fuckin' pants—" he tugs them down impatiently, his cock springing free, thick and hard and already leaking.

"ben—" you start, but he's already lining himself up, grabbing your hips and pulling you to the edge of the table.

"you got somethin' t'say, sweetheart?" he taunts, his smirk widening as he thrusts into you in one smooth stroke, filling you completely. your gasp turns into a moan, your nails digging into his arms as he sets a bruising pace.

"fuck—you feel so good," he groans, his hands gripping your hips so tight you're sure they'll be bruises tomorrow morning. "been thinkin' about this all fuckin' day. you, laid out like this, takin' me so fuckin' well.”

you're a hot mess beneath him, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room alongside your moans. his thrusts are quick, steady, relentless, leaving you no room to catch your breath as he fucks you hard and deep.

"ben—fuck—too much—" you whimper, trying to push at his hips, but he grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand.

"nah, baby," he growls, leaning down to press his forehead against yours. "you can take it, like the good girl you are. i know you can."

his free hand slides between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing tight circles that send you spiraling. you cry out, your back arching off the table as your orgasm crashes over you, your walls clenching around him.

"that's it," he groans, his pace faltering as he chases his own release. "fuckin' love watchin' you fall apart f'me."

he thrusts into you one last time, burying himself deep as he comes, his groan low and guttural. for a moment, the only sound in the room is your ragged breathing as he rests his forehead against yours, his grip on your wrists loosening.

"happy fuckin' thanksgiving, babydoll," he mutters, a lazy grin spreading across his face as he kisses you, slow and full of love for you.

you laugh breathlessly, shaking your head. "you're unbelievable."

"yeah," he smirks, pulling out of you and stepping back, "but you love me."

and as you lay there, still trembling from the intensity of it all, you can't exactly argue with that.