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drew this for 3/28 (but was a bit fashionably late), happy 22nd anniversary to the best boy!! <3
It took me like 6 years but i Finally drew this old idea of mine.
"What if Dante and Vergil were born as grubs and changed their forms to human-like only with time?"
THE WHOLE WORLD AND YOU ❤️ - SUBMAS
almost* every official splatoon gif from LINE!!! more under the cut!!!!
*check reblog for the rest!!!!
Thanks to this post for bringing attention to the fact that Joey is Pretty Gay
WHAT if instead of bear pride for hairy fat men we ALSO had cow pride. for fat women with huge milkers. ok now give me 10000 reblogs a kiss on the cheek and a nobel prize
he’s so excited to show you the resemblance
I also made this today, i had fun making it
She’s Doing Me
Pairing: Bucky/Reader
Request: None. Saw a prompt that I liked.
Warnings: Bucky being cocky; sexual innuendos; referenced oral sex; NSFW.
For some odd reason, every time that you tried to get off your bed, you were pulled by a pair of arms that snaked themselves around your waist. Your shoulders were kissed, and soon, was your back and you were turned around. Soon enough you had his head inside your thighs as he took you too paradise. This happened not one time, nor two times. You honestly had lost count. But when your phone rang, you really knew that you were late.
“Fuck!” You moaned as your orgasm took over you. Bucky was now on top of you, giving his final thrust, he came inside of you while he kissed your neck, and then your chin, and your mouth.
“I love you.” Bucky moaned on your neck.
“And we’re late, Buck.” You chuckled as you tried to reach your phone.
“Screw it!” Bucky laughed. “Let’s stay here. Let’s keep going at it like rabbits.”
“It’s Tony’s birthday, Buck.” You sighed as you pushed his hair back, hooking it behind his ear. “Think it about this way, if we go his party, he’ll lend us his private island. Imagine skinny dipping in the bioluminescent beach.
“More like walking nude around. At least you. You can pull the sexy more than I do. Or if you don’t want to, you can wear that sheer, or lace beach dress that you own. I love it.”
“You like the idea, don’t you?” You asked.
“Yeah, I mean. Have you looked at yourself. Imagine it. A private island, a sun goddess, and me. Let’s go to the party. Let’s get us that vacation.”
When the two of you got to the party, both decided to keep it low for the tim being. You thought it would be interesting to know who and for how long would it take the team to figure out what the two of you were up to.
You both came together though. And Natasha saw it. Her red lipstick matched her red hair, and she was wearing her classic black outfit. Natasha stared at you while she walked over to the two of you.
“I was calling you this morning. I see that you were busy.”
“I was doing something.” You sighed.
“And by “something” she means me!” Bucky winked. You rolled your eyes as you tilted your head to the side to give him a kiss. “She’s also going to be doing something tonight, tomorrow morning and for the rest of the weekend. So don’t bother calling, Romanoff. She won’t be answering!”
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Torch a strong boi UwU
Small and easy to lift <3
hidden messages in electronic boards
just some of my fav quality content that bangtan provides( ｡◡‿◡｡ ) | satoori lessons ib this!
OMGOD! Chimmie’s voice ~
and see how the oldest and youngest annoys him . LOL
just some starry femme & butch lesbians 🌻✨
(left: any pronouns, right: they/them)
the thing i miss most about pre-covid (besides like general greater sense of security ofc) is going to the comic store!!!! I used to go every wednesday with my best friend :’(
Childhood Mai/Zuko, binding over swords and knives?
The Right of It
"What are you doing with Azula's knife?"
Zuko's eyes went narrow and his face tight and small, and Mai knew her mother would be furious with her if she heard her ask that. They aren't just a prince and princess anymore, her mother had hissed. They are the prince and princess. You need to remember that.
As if Mai could forget.
"It's not Azula's knife!" he yowled, like a wounded animal. "It's mine!"
"Really?" she snorted. "Because it's not you I see with it all the time."
"Yeah, because she keeps stealing it," he shot back, holding the knife close. "Uncle gave it to me. It's mine."
Mai looked him up and down, and felt bold. Bolder than her mother would like at all. "I think if Azula wants something, it becomes hers. I don't think there's anything you can do about it."
"It's not hers," he said fiercely. Neither had been Ty Lee's new hair pin, or Mai's mother's mochi, but they were now. Mai couldn't figure out if she actually wanted them, or if she just wanted to show she could take them.
"It's gonna be." She thought of something. "Unless you got somewhere to hide it. Somewhere Azula doesn't know about."
He glanced at her warily. "I got somewhere."
She followed him into his room, uncertain. He hadn't sent her away, but he kept looking at her like he didn't know what she was doing.
He stopped in front of the door to his dressing room, and glared at her. "What are you doing, following me?"
"I thought I was going to help you hide it."
"You're spying for Azula, aren't you?"
"Am not!" she denied, stung.
"You're her friend." His eyes had gone narrow again, dangerous and scared.
"I'm not gonna tell," she said sulkily. "Promise."
"You better not," he shot back, opening the door. He shoved aside some clothes to reveal a traveling trunk. Mai didn't remember the last time he had been away from the palace. A long time ago. Before his dad had become Firelord. Before General Iroh left for Ba Sing Se.
It was empty, and full of dust and spider-fly webs, and dead bugs. Mai wrinkled her nose. "She'll look here eventually."
But Zuko just scowled. His fingers scrabbled over the fine, dark red wood at the bottom. It tilted up, and he pushed it up against the side.
He glanced up at her, smiling triumphantly, and Mai knew what he wanted. "Whoa!"
"Yeah," he said, suddenly sheepish. "I guess it's kind of cool."
There were things in there already, drawings, a bone whistle, a theater mask, a school prize certificate he got for an astronomy contest. "Azula doesn't know about this?"
"Nah." He smiled. Mai wanted to smile too. He tucked the knife in among the rest, carefully replaced the false bottom, and closed the lid.
"I have knives too," she told him. It felt only fair, to give him a secret. She pulled up the leg of her pants, where she had hidden one. It was little, and she didn't know if he would be impressed, but she wanted him to be. She wanted him to keep smiling. She held it up. "I bought it with my allowance. My parents don't know I've got it. Or uh, the others. I've got three now. They'd take them away. They're for throwing. I've been practicing."
"That's really cool!" he told her earnestly. "I promise I won't tell."
She smiled at him, and he smiled back, and Mai felt like everything was just fine, like she didn't have to worry about anything.