#you guys are gonna love this one

[doctorsiren]

blasting songs about robots as I work on part 8 hehe

[thejediandthemandalorian]

WIP WEDNESDAY

It's Wednesday babes and you know that means *insert an evil cackle here.* I might be slow about writing fics...like...very slow but boy do I have some exciting ideas I can't wait to share. Here's an excerpt from one of my current projects that consumes my mind even when I'm not writing it. I'll even tell you the title so you can keep an eye out for it in the future. Without further ado, here's an excerpt from 'Cody and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad (hair) day.'

Just then, Cody was snapped out of his thoughts by Waxer dragging Echo by his arms right in front of himself and Rex. He watched as Boil positioned himself to slam bodily into Echo, but the man was grabbed and flipped by Fives before he had the chance to execute his plan.  "I wish they'd do that to droids."  "Cody, you and I both know that for whatever reason you're the only one who can punch a droid and not break anything from it."  "What do you mean I'm the only one?" "I'm saying my men have seen you fight and then tried kicking and body slamming droids themselves and they always end up having to go to Kix for something broken." "That's ridiculous! It's easy, all you have to do is-" "Hey Rex, Cody. What's going on here?" Came another voice that had Cody rubbing his temples at the headache that was bound to form. Skywalker. "We're just judging a fighting match." Rex said nonchalantly. "Oh, wizard. Who's winning?"  "Not sure yet, looks like they've moved from man to man to instead fighting on teams." "I hope they all end up in medbay." Cody grumbled.  Skywalker gave him a funny look before looking back at all the men. He seemed to be pondering something, and that worried Cody. They didn't need to have him entering this little spat also, otherwise Cody might end up in medbay himself from a stress headache and a mouthful of broken teeth.  "What brings you here, General." Cody hoped he could change the topic before Skywalker decided to do something stupid.  "Oh, I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd drop by…" Skywalker said with a small grin. Cody caught Rex matching his grin before he found his own face in his palm. Great. If he was just stopping by to see what was happening, he was absolutely going to join in that stupid over glorified wrestling match. 

"Relax, Codes, he's kidding." Rex caught his attention with an elbow to his ribs. 

"I actually have news of a mission briefing. We're all to be there in a half hour." Skywalker said just loud enough for the others to hear.  It worked like a charm. They all paused mid-fight and stared him down for a moment before they all four began tripping over each other to get to their superiors. "Did I hear you say we're going to have a mission?" Fives looked like a massiff about to get a piece of Bantha meat. "Don't toy with us, General. We've been holed up here for weeks with nothing to do." Echo had a mischievous glint in his eye. "If you're lying, we might just have to bring you in on this fight." Cody strained to keep his body perfectly still and his face unmoving. These men were going to be the death of him.  "It's weird, you'd think there wouldn't be dead space for two whole battalions in the middle of a war." Boil mused.  "Well, I don't know much yet, just that there's a briefing in a half hour and Rex and Cody are required to be there." Skywalker tried to reassure them. "You couldn't have just commed to tell us that?" Cody muttered under his breath, receiving another elbow from Rex.

Hehehe I'm so excited for this one. I'm sure you can take a guess as to what the story is about based on the title, but I'm going to keep it to myself so everyone is guessing.

@missypup I'm tagging you to drop on for wip Wednesday.

[stahl-tier]

Someone remind me later today to post pics of the cool ancient diesel shunting engine I saw driving around the yard yesterday

[lesbianturrets]

Wait.. I think I’m making a Portal AU hold up

[noelledeltarune]

EVERY SINGLE DAY there are MILLIONS of characters in their late 20s who get falsely accused of being father figures to teenagers when in reality the description of "weird older cousin" or "step-sibling that moved out before you were born" is 1000000x more apt

[lokittystuckinatree]

I am simultaneously deliriously in love with the ending of Loki season 2 and absolutely loathe it

On one hand…Shakespearean tragedy at its finest, essentially circling back to Loki’s original Thor 2011 character arc by reversing it, and Loki has literally ascended to godhood. In the end, Loki’s ultimate selfless sacrifice was to sit upon the highest throne in the multiverse, and that to me is tragically ironically beautiful

On the other hand…Loki being alone makes me want to burn Marvel studios to the ground and do other unspeakable things

Best and worst ending of all time f u Eric Martin

[musubiki]

balor 🥰

[wasyago]

various tango doodles

[nerdy-hyperfixations]

He just wants to be missed

[rafeandonlyrafe]

proper thank you

words: 600

warnings: 18+ only!, stepbro!rafe, sending nudes, stepcest, kinda dumb/baby reader???

“carry me up to bed rafey?” you coo at your step brother, fluttering your lashes as your pout turns into a giggle when he sighs, unable to resist your pleading face.

“you're the most annoying little sis ever.” rafe says, calling you the nickname just to tease you as he leans down, scooping you into his arms. he carries you like you weigh nothing, so easily slotting into the good older stepbrother role when your parents married, despite him being only a few months older than you.

“thank you rafey.” you say sweetly as he walks you up the stairs, your arms holding him around the shoulders, head leaned against his broad chest.

“yeah, you gotta give me a better thank you than that.” rafe rolls his eyes as he carries you into your bedroom. only once the door is closed do you press a wet kiss to his cheek as a proper thank you.

rafe plops you down on the bed unceremoniously. “there ya go.” he waves as he walks away, knowing it's not actually goodnight as you let out a whine.

“tuck me in?”

rafe hides his smirk before turning around, putting on his slightly annoyed act like he always does when you ask him.

rafe pulls the fluffy blanket out from under you. it's slightly weighted so it naturally tucks around your body anyways as rafe covers you, but his hands still move slowly, feeling your body as he pushes in the blanket until you're stuck tight underneath it.

“anything else? want me to tell you a bedtime story?” rafe says it as a joke, but with the way your eyes light up, he finds himself sitting on the edge of your bed, recounting three little pigs from memory the best he can.

“alright, you gotta get to bed now.” rafe glances at the clock on your nightstand as the hour hand ticks closer to midnight. “goodnight.”

“goodnight rafey.” you smile softly before letting out a yawn. “ill give you a proper thank you soon.”

rafe isn't sure what you mean until he makes it back to his room, scrolling aimlessly through his phone until a text message appears from you.

he clicks it to open up the image, his eyes widening and dick swelling as he sees you in a silky nightgown, the swell of your breasts clearly visible, nipples poking through the fabric. he recognizes the nightgown from a few days ago, but you clearly got further undressed.

rafes eyes bulge as the next image loads, the same pose, now sans nightgown, tits bare and thighs clenched together to make a delicious looking v that rafe wants to dive into.

a proper thank you ;) reads your text, along with one last image, this time with your legs spread, smile on your face as your cunt is on clear display. you took the marker tool to add to your lower stomach “property of big brother.”

rafe is in your room untucking you from your bed before the clock reaches midnight.

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[micamone]

hewwo

[xxplastic-cubexx]

oh noooo or whatever

bonus aka The Real Motive Behind This:

SURPRISE double bonus. textless ver of the first pic under the cut

[iliothermia]

I won't be able to finish this drawing before the convention, which will take up my next 5 days.. But I want to talk a little about him.. I've been thinking about golems and Frankenstein, and the trans body, projection and misunderstanding, villainization and death.

The concepts of Frankenstein's monster and the golem have been swimming in my head for a while, and their lore intertwining.. The tragedy of existing being seen as a monster no matter how you try,.. And the Golem, a protector of his people and a servant whose only flaw always rang a bit close to home as an an autistic person-- being too literal in execution of his orders. He's tired and struggles with a yearning for death. His havdalah candles will be out.. The first flame of the week, a spark of starting over again-- The flame brings him fear. As much as he's kept himself together he doesn't know how much longer he can keep doing it, he fears failure- but the fear of what may happen if he's gone is even more terrifying. He's lived a long life, and over time the one who formed him has sculpted him to the golem's own wishes.. From nothing to the man he is- but even with that effort, to outsiders he's still a monster. His skin is different shades of clays from varying riverbeds as his people have travelled.. Golems are unformed, imperfect.. but even as outsides can be polished the insides can still be broken

[taeiris]

in honor of our first byler set leaks and pride month

i present to you: the romantic goth byler i was yapping abt

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Let the revenge games begin.

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[torchstelechos]

I love that Isabeau is the one to bring up the "what do we do if you die" conversation cause its a very good insight to his character at the very start of the game. Isabeau is practical, smart, and loves everyone dearly and wants to know how to help them when shit goes sideways. He's the one to ask about Bonnie too, which is a delightful read on how he thinks because everyone else shuts that down instantly as a "That wont happen and cant happen" but we see later in the game it can happen which is such a startling thing for a game to do but justifies the foreshadowing of Bonnie can die what do we do if that happens? Isabeau, despite everything, is also the one who gets to the heart of the matter even if its not something must people are willing to talk about. All without it being part of his friendquest, thats just him naturally. Which! Says so much about him and how he is! His character when its not about his relationship with Siffrin is a very intriguing thing because it feels like a very classic hard intellectual stance that's been softened after many years of learning to better communicate healthily with others. A reflection, if you will, of Odile but in a very drastic direction. I find him fascinating and I also want to scoop his brains out and study them under a microscope to see all his little brain thoughts.