#wfor

[kilometresrufflefuck]

who else up making some gay lawyer shit

[hotchocolatefanfics]

My Pota Headcanons in a Nutshell:

Caesar, Rocket, Luca, Maurice, Koba, Cornelia, Tinker, and all the other apes Caesar freed in Rise (to their children/all apes born in the Muir Woods): “You will not suffer like we have suffered.”

Then Dawn and War happens!

Blue Eyes, Ash, Lake, Red, Winter, Spear, Cornelius, Ray, Fox, Stripe and all the other apes born in the Muir Woods (all having lost friends and family to war, betrayed by friends and also became traitors, witnessed war, torture and murder, or have been killed and tortured themselves-possibly experienced hunger, cold weather, and other trauma before Dawn): “…We still suffered, just not like that.”

Where’s Bad Ape you may ask? He’s crying with all of them. Sad for all his friends and enemies. None of them deserved the shit they went through.

[whileurmine]

u know when u come up with a fiiiire line for a reply but the character would never say it so u have to slowly delete it

[blue-knightshade]

WHOOPS I MEANT APP MY BAD

Well I use both so 🤷‍♀️

[vahanians]

i know im gay for sure

[iloveboysinred]

Stoner geto nutting on our face and spacing out wfor a second

Well, yes!

Stoner! Geto who’s eyes stare into yours, half lidded and rosy red from the copious amount of weed the two of you smoked. He’s standing over you, his hand dragging slow, languid strokes over his thick girth, his tip flushed and drooling right over your tongue. You stare up at him just as dazed, watching his hand with the eyes of a hawk, clenching your thighs together as he circles his palm over his tip, just the right amount of pressure and friction to make his weak knees wobble, a soft groan falling from his lips. His stomach clenches, his hard abdominal muscles contracting in hypnotizing pulses as he sucks in a breath, the warm pleasure beating throughout his entire body.

A few strokes in and he lets himself go, watching with glossy eyes as his spend lands on your face in random streaks of translucent white. It takes his breath from him, and he cant help but watch you scoop the mess up with your fingers, slipping them into your mouth and moaning. It’s too erotic for his reeling mind to handle, and he’s entranced as he watches you lean forward for more your eyes on him as you take his sensitive tip into your mouth. His jaw slowly drops the more you take him in, his hand threading through your hair as he watches you closely, eyebrows furrowed while sharp waves of pleasure zips up his spine, the feeling so much more intense when his mind was clouded.

[alittlebitofloveliness]

The Outsiders Prompt Fic #12- I didn't know where else to go

This is for @ramennoodlezzzao3 who requested prompt eight with Ponyboy. Sorry for the wait, I hope you like this. I wrote it sleep deprived after work and it's unedited so I apologiz wfor any typos.

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Tap. Tap. Tap.

When Curly first hears the tapping on the window he thinks it’s his beloved Princess Chunko, aka the raccoon he’s been feeding and attempting to train for the past six months ever since Tim told him off for feeding her- the poor thing was a single mom who worked two jobs and Curly wasn’t heartless. He wasn’t about to let his girl down, ok?- and Angela said you couldn’t teach a raccoon tricks because ‘they aren’t like dogs, dumbass’. Shows what she knows. Curly’s managed to almost get Princess Chunko to shake his hand on command (she’ll do just about anything for leftover fries from McDonald’s), and she’s only bit him like, three times. 

However, when he pulls back the curtain (thank god Angel’s sleeping at her new boyfriend’s place tonight because she would be beyond pissed to get woken at one in the morning) it’s not his beloved furry princess he sees, instead it’s his beautiful, very human and also male princess. 

Right. He’s gotta be cool about this. Smart. Suave. Pony’s never come here so late at night before. Curly isn’t exactly at his best right now- he’d been planning to shower in the morning so he still smells like the desperation of high school and whatever boozy concoction Ma had thrown at him earlier- but he isn’t gonna like, turn Ponyboy down if he’s come here for a hookup. He’s not that stupid.

Except when he throws open the window he catches sight of the pure misery on Ponyboy’s face and all impure thoughts fly out of his head. (Ok, maybe not all of them- he’s a simple man and Ponyboy is Ponyboy and he’s also right there-  but  Curly is again not heartless so like 98% of the impure thoughts are banished. Maybe 97%.)

“Hey Ponyboy!”

Pony runs a hand through his hair. He sighs, and the sound is so tired it could give Tim a run for his money.

“Hey Curly, can I-” his eyes get shiny but he blinks hard and they’re normal again, “can I come in?”

Curly doesn’t bother answering, just grabs his best-friend-maybe-boyfriend-but we-haven’t-had-that-talk-yet-but-also-kiss-and-stuff under the arms and half drags, half lifts him through the window. Curly thanks his unlucky stars that Angel’s mattress is under the window because this was not an elegant maneuver, and Pony landed right on top of him. Like, right on top of him. Curly isn’t exactly complaining because this close he can see the freckle near Pony’s hairline and smell his toothpaste and whatever shampoo he uses, but Pony also completely knocked the wind out of him, and Curly’s is also a fifteen year old boy and attracted to Ponyboy so if Pony doesn’t move soon a different problem is going to make itself known and Curly cannot let that happen or he’ll have to jump off a bridge.

He shoves Pony off of him as gently as he can without being soft, and leads him over to his own side of the room. Angel will already be pissed enough that he was on her side of the room, nevermind the fact it was just to open the window, and Curly doesn’t want to add fuel to the fire. Sure, he loves making Angela angry but she also took a razorblade to his favourite hoodie last week and Curly isn’t willing to risk her ire right now. Things with the boyfriend she’s currently staying with are slowly but surely falling apart and Angela going through a breakup is a dangerous creature. Even Tim steers clear of her as best he can during her anger phase, and then they both decide to be a little nicer when Angel moves on to grief. 

Pony sits next to him and Curly wonders if he should’ve put a bottom sheet on his mattress, then banishes the thought because it’s stupid and because he doubts there’s a bottom sheet anywhere in the house- angel bought her own and guards it viciously. Still, he can’t help the anxiety bubbling in his chest. Pony is in his room, sitting on his bed. In all the time they’ve been hanging out he doesn’t think Pony has ever been in his room. And they’ve certainly never been alone in his room- or in Ponyboy’s for that matter since Sodapop Curtis is the world's most annoying cockblock and one of these days Curly is really gonna slug him.

Fortunately- or unfortunately, he really isn’t sure- Pony seems oblivious to Curly’s internal turmoil. In fact, he seems kind of oblivious to everything, staring blankly at the wall and biting his lip hard enough it might start to bleed soon. 

Rude, Curly thinks, if someone’s gonna be biting ponyboy’s lips tonight it should be him.

It’s kind of worrisome though. It;s not like Ponyboy’s the more, well, present even on a good day, prone to daydreaming and getting all focused in a way Curly doesn’t understand, but this seems different, worse somehow. The misery is still written across Ponyboy’s face, but there's an undercurrent of anger there too, and beneath that, fear.

“You good, man?” Curly’s never been great with emotions, never understood his own or wanted to help with others. He wants to help Pony now though, he just doesn’t know what to say. “You uh, you need anything?”

“No- yes- I dunno.” Ponyboy shakes his head, curling in on himself, and no, nope, if he bunches up it’s like he gets even more stuck in his own head and Curly refuses to let that happen so he yanks him until Pony’s head is resting against his shoulder, his arm around the guy’s admittedly very nice shoulders. “I didn’t know where else to go, I just- I couldn’t stay there. Not tonight. Can I stay with you?”

“Of course,” Curly agrees immediately. There’s a whole host of reasons why and he’s sure some of them are good but the only important one is the thought of Ponyboy Curtis sleeping in his room with him, “why though? Didya finally get tired of Sodacan cockblockin’ us?”

He waggles his eyebrows suggestively, expecting Ponyboy to roll his eyes but snicker like he usually does when Curly makes a suggestive joke, but instead he just sighs, his eyes getting all sad again.

“In your dreams Shepard,” he says, “but nah, it’s nothing like that, just…Darry and Soda are fighting.”

Curly blinks. That’s what Ponyboy is upset about? His family fighting? If Curly got sad anytime people were fighting in his house he’d have died of heartbreak years ago. Shit, Ma hadn’t gone a day without swearing at them in years, and Tim had told him just this morning he was a waste of space. Last month, he and Angel hadn’t spoken for over a week after she tattled on him to Tim about his plan to get into Buck’s race fixing scheme. 

Then again, the Curtis family- even their gang- wasn’t much like his own. They weren’t soft exactly, but they weren’t cold neither, which was something Curly had got used to at a very young age. Ponyboy on the other hand…well, he doesn’t have much ice in him at all.

“They’ve been mad at each other for days, and tonight it’s like they just blew up,” Pony continues, “like a match in a powder keg. They’ve been yelling off and on for hours, and everytime they start to shout it gets worse. They hardly even noticed when I left.”

“Darry won’t be pleased you ran off,” curly points out. He’s not good at emotions but he is good at being practical, at least when he’s trying to think like Angela, and he knows Darry Curtis will be mad if Ponyboy comes home late or not at all. Curly thinks the guy needs to lighten up a bit. One murder wrap when Pony didn;t even kill the guy shouldn’t mean he needs to be supervised 24/7. Darry needs to lighten up.

Ponyboy rolls his eyes.

“Shit man, you sound like Two-bit. I left a note alright? And if they’re really that worried they can get over themselves and come and find me.”

“What are they arguin’ about anyway?”

That was apparently the wrong question to ask because Pony’s face shutters again.

“That’s the whole problem! I dunno! I can’t figure it out and I listened to them argue awhile. It got real personal real quick, whatever they started arguin’ about probably isn’t why they’re mad now.”

“I’m sorry man,” Curly says, and he is. Rarely is it that he feels any sort of sympathy for other people’s issues, but Ponyboy curtis is not just anyone. In fact, he’s maybe the best person Curly knows, and he doesn’t deserve his house to feel like Curly’s does. The Curtis’ are supposed to be better than that. Ponyboy is supposed to have better than that.

Curly knows there isn’t much he can do. There never is, and with his penchant for fucking shit up he’s rarely trusted with even meaningless things let alone important ones, so he’s not usually armed with the skills to help anyone. However, in this situation, Curly knows what to do because it’s something he wished for every day or his childhood, and something that was never really provided to him no matter how hard Tim sometimes tried. 

Tonight, he can keep Pony safe.

“You can stay here,” he promises, scrubbing a hand through Ponyboy’s hair as an excuse to feel how soft it is without grease in it, “whenever you want. Just show up.”

“Really?”

“‘Course.”

That earns him a smile, a real one, the kind that makes Ponyboy sort of glow and Curly kind of want to kiss him and combust and jump out a window all at the same time.

“Thanks.” Pony murmurs, and Curly feels himself grin when Pony settles his head back on his shoulder, exhaustion returning.

Curly lets himself grin as he maneuvers them so that they’re squished together on his lumpy single mattress. It’s not the most comfortable position- Ponyboy is half on top of him and not in a fun way, his bony elbow jammed into Curly’s ribs, and his hair tickling his nose, but Curly wouldn't change it for the world.

Ponyboy is already gone when he wakes up the next morning, but that’s alright, Curly expected it, just like he expected the call that came when he was making breakfast and the light that has returned to Pony’s eyes when he sees him at school.

The Curtis house isn’t supposed to be like his own, and it isn’t. Ponyboy wouldn’t ever look this relaxed if it was. 

Even still, Curly reasons, it can’t hurt to keep his window unlatched. Just in case. 

[quartztwst]

Wait I actually have no idea what to draw wfor azul bday like I'm sketching and making new canvases

[3000-200-grains-of-salt]

2 things:

mutuals i would die for you

@mawofthemagnetar what kind of sick twisted disturbed messed up absolutely genius fric8king brain do you have to have come up with the blessing that is choke down my poison im breathing you in

like seriously. i. im in shock. the ending made my brain Stop working for a second. th. i.

mutuals i wuld die wfor you so bplease read this Right Now (be warned as it can get VERY disturbing like So disturbing, both in body horror sense and in the horror/apocolypse/somethings-out-to-get-everyone/dread sense like literally it is call of the void but 1/3 of the length and infinitely more horrifying i love it for that though)

the link is here READ IT RIGHT NOW

[tomkaulitzsjuicyballs]

COMQ HERE 💋💋💋💋💋 THWRWS SOMETHING ON YOUR LWIPS LET MW GET THWT OFFF WFOR YOU HOWNEY 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤💦💦💦💦💦💦💦👅👅👅💦💦💦👅💦👅💦👅💦👅 ok emouwgh i Sound ljkw an owld man 🙂‍↔️

its cream I creamed from my other lips 👅👅👅

[hotchocolatefanfics]

Remember my Planet of The Disney Apes fanfic/series from a few years ago? Well, here’s some thoughts that have been roaming around rent-free in my head lately!

Colonel McCullough:

- Still mad that Disney now owns the franchise but shows it by making fun of Disney and Mickey Mouse (referring to him as ‘exaggerated rat’).

- Still resentful at living with and around the very apes he fought, killed or enslaved, but loves to troll and pester them.

- Mostly just an a$$hole who won’t shut up about what happened in War or that Kingdom better not ‘f*ck anything up’.

- Hates Caesar but also wants to impress him…Yeah, he’s obsessed.

- We don’t talk about the ‘party incident’…(go check out @klushund’s Disney Apes fic series on AO3!)

Caesar:

- Tired, numb, doesn’t give a sh!t anymore, just goes with the flow

- But first, coffee.

- Nothing surprises him anymore…Except maybe the lengths McCullough will go to annoy the apes or the times when Preacher accidentally roasts the Colonel.

- Legit doesn’t care that Kingdom exists “I’m dead anyway”.

- Reluctant peacekeeper but still a force to be reckon with!

Preacher:

- Still follows the Colonel but has moved on since War.

- Is more than happy to just have cookies with apes for eternity if it means no more fighting or chaos.

- Stuck in the middle when Caesar and McCullough fight. Old habits die hard.

- He both fears and respects McCullough. It’s very complicated!

- Mostly clueless. He’s more naive than evil.

- Somehow always knows where to find the tv remote ‘check the fridge/microwave/laundry room!’

- All he wants to do is build a pillow fort. He never got to do that before. Just once would be enough!

Red:

- Eye roll.

- Petty. Blunt. Smarta$$ jerk.

- Ignores the Colonel’s rants but will watch him and Caesar argue.

- Heavy metal, still has his gun somewhere in his room. Spray paints various ‘I hate Caesar’ and ‘Donkey was here’ on the walls.

- The ape you call when you watch a scary movie to get ideas for how to get back at your enemies or (according to Winter) to kill a spider or creepy crawly in your room.

- Loves stirring the pot by making the Colonel and Caesar sound like fools to the other.

Bonus! Bad Ape:

- ‘Best Day Ever’ song from SpongeBob.

- Has created a whole lore with his plush alligator and the various toys in his toy chest.

- Rocket bakes the cookies for Bad Ape’s tea parties. They’re buddies now!

- ‘Oh no!’ Is still his go-to phrase whenever anything goes wrong.

- Sometimes takes things a little too literally.

- Bad Ape somehow has the power to befriend or be on good terms with everyone around him-even McCullough tolerates him to some degree!

One more thing: I don’t know why it’s Caesar, Red, Preacher and McCullough my brain goes to now when thinking about this AU but I think it has something to do with that scene of them together in the Colonel’s office(?).

Like imagine The Odd Couple but with Caesar and McCullough, mixed with Drake and Josh but with Preacher and Red lol.

[serial-kissing]

you would show vajin wfor only 1 zillion? bonkers beyon my dreams

1 zillion and a smooch but the smooch is negotiable

[castielsparkle]

I cannot contain my love wfor the worldd oh man oh man. i love i love i love i love i love

[the-scungles-of-crungles]

Somedtimes you're gonna be theffirst person to see asomething!-LIKE IF tpu see a rock? Who the fuckelse lookat that rock? Maybe passing a glance but nort seeing woth thefull eyes and mind! Pick up that rock don'tbe a piss babiey

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See that fshit with your whole god damn eyes and THINK about how mu h,people haven't never have not ever not haven't not havenot no looksded art that g hock..., YOU ARE THE ROCK YOU BEHOLD YOURSELF WITH SHOCKING ADMIRATION AND BEWITCH YOUR OWN EYES WITH SHINING OPAL GLORY YOU sad FUCKM,.YOU LOVE YOU AND YOU ARE ROCK!!! BE THE ROCK THAT SHINES BEHIND YOUR OWN EYES AND S

Sm

smELL THAT FRESH FUNKY FRESS

P U S S Y

Baby you have more holes than a rock and substantially less than a beehive. Expect that.

Prehams you will find the rock within your rock hole and shine your eyes off that shiny smooth but subtly rough gently porous face of yours. Shines off like a rock. Like duck water the bach the wet your when you wateer it goues when you the a .duck off the feaatherrs when you wet the fether the wadter sliges off that bistch like a smooth pudding slimes doiwn that storm drain after a misfortune.

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[theclown2]

OC LORE? KINDA? even. despite MY HAVING WRITTEN PAGES OF THINGS ON THESE FELLAS (all my oc's) . im not yet ready to be realeasing allat. BUT HAVE THIS CHART EXPLAINING (SORTA) DOMINO's origin. the main character himself domino domino. MISTER CHAOTIC SPIRIT FRAGMENT, HAS A SIBLING? Kinda. SHE KNOWS HIM, HE DONT KNOW HER. once part of a greater whole, MAELKOS, THE CHAOS SPIRIT (bro couldn't hold it together, though i suppose that's what happens when you're the literal imbodiment of CHAOS. ) THEY WERE THE ORIGINAL ONE. OF THE TWO, BUT THEIR EXISTENCE ITSELF WAS TOO MUCH FOR ITS OWN GOOD AND KABLAM! BLAMBOOZLE! KABLAMO! they split into TWOO??? WHAT??? their OP silly abilkities of tripping balls illusions so crazy you can see hear feel and think shit WAS DICHOTOMIZED. IF THATS EVEN A WORD. NOW TWO SILLIES, DOMINO HAS THE POWER OF MIND ILLUSIONS, or in other words. lil shlawg puts things in your head and makes you do things (kinda) (and imagine things/have false memories). ON THE OTHER HAND, BELL HAS THE ABILITIY TO MAKE ILLUSIONS OF REALITY - ERGO BASICALLY THE REALITY STONE FROM INFINITY WAR. her ass just be making shit up irl and scenarios BUT its her job. AS THE CONDUCTOR OF SILLY TRAIN INCORPORATED. PEOPLE PAYHER TO GO ANYWHERE THEY WANT ON HER TRAIN WITHOUT ACTUALLY GOING ANYWHERE DUE TO HER SILLY POWERS OF ILLUSION. then LEVI (clown guy in 90 percent of my drawings) SLAUGHTERS HER. AND WITH HIS DEMONness TAKES HER power for his own, as it STILL HAS TO EXIST SOMEWHERE WFOR THE WORLD TO STILL WORK. BOOMB. thats all

[scumbag-the-hedgehog]

Scourge oozaru transformation.

Scourge: Now prepare to see my massive hog...

Audience GASP

Scourge Form

Audience *relived*.

I knew it had to be a hog pun lmao and I suppose that the equivalent I always considered wfor the oozaru would be like, the werehog