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Wally is unhinged this season.
“You’ve been here four years babe, try forty”
“Where can we find a bazooka?”
“Why didn’t you break the glass?”
“Maybe she was like a secret brew master. Like making prison hooch”
“Oh my God Rhonda can you please take her back? You wake it you buy it”
“Out of the closet or the pottery room?”
Charley: like body shots?
Wally: ooh I miss those
i hate seeing him being sad so today he's chilling at home and watching bluey
Mother Spore.
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go read DDVAU new chapter right now !!! Literally THE BEST COMIC EVER, I LOVE THE NEW CHAPTER SO MUCH [AU by @xmaruu11 and @kitsuneisi]
TINY TURTLE-
drawing the baby againn
He's so precious 😭
Hi, this is a little Gang Orca appreciation comic for his birthday inspired by Horikoshi’s notes on him ! Please enjoy
Cute Aggression
Mezo Shoji x Reader
(mild suggestive content; utterly vile fluff)
Something about his face just drives you wild. Always has.
Even the first time, when you were at your place, and Shoji sat you down because he had something serious to discuss. You'd been going out for a while, and dating exclusively for several months. A part of you was terrified that 'something serious' meant something bad. But when he expressed a desire to show you his face, that anxiety turned to relief, then excitement. It was hard to hide your giddiness, but you wanted to show that you were taking this seriously.
Shoji could tell, he could always tell. Your boyfriend seemed to have a gift for reading people, or maybe just you. It made it all the more nerve wracking, knowing that your excitement would sour into shock or pity or disgust. But it seemed too far to go back now.
When he pulled down his mask, he was quiet, giving you a moment to process, maybe ask questions. He was ready to answer the usual 'what happened' or something about his natural features.
What Shoji wasn't prepared for, was your elated look, and you slowly reaching out your hands while asking, "is this okay?" You waited until he nodded his consent before cupping his face, gently and intently looking at his features.
"Mezo." You had straddled his lap, now staring him dead in the eyes. He swallowed. "You are really, REALLY fuckin' cute."
He let out the breath he didn't know he was holding. You weren't hiding your giddiness now, and he wasn't sure how to react to this unabashed fawning. His already serious blush darkened as you asked, "can I kiss you? Here, on this mouth?"
The two of you had made out some, but always using a mouth on one of his dupli arms. He nodded, looking unintentionally coy as he closed his eyes. "You may."
You gently swept his bangs aside, still cupping his cheek with your other hand. Your thumb brushed over a pair of scars crossing his lips, but you weren't planning to ask about them now. If he offered the information, you'd take it, but there was no need to push. For now, you just wanted to love on his face, as much as he'd let you.
His lips had an intriguing shape in the front, tempting you to kiss there. As your lips softly molded to his, you felt him go tense, quivering a little. So you moved your hands to his chest, gently rubbing along the clavicle out to his shoulders, then back to center. "Relax baby~" you whispered against his perfect lips, and he obeyed instantly.
When you finally leaned back, Shoji looked happy, dazed, and positively love-drunk from the tender kiss. Then he said something that surprised you. "That was, uhm, my first kiss." He rubbed his neck with a nervous little laugh.
You took a moment to process, then gasped. "Ohmygosh why didn't you tell me, I could've lit candles or something, made it more romantic!"
Before you could stress too much, six muscular arms found their way around your torso, pulling you flush against him. "It was perfect."
~~~~~
"Mezo?"
"Hm?"
"You'd dated other people before me, right? So, why hadn't you ever...yanno? Before." It had been weeks since your boyfriend had first shown you his face, and you'd been wondering how you were his first real kiss.
"Kissed?" You nodded. He sighed. "I didn't show many potential romantic partners my face. As for the ones I did show, they weren't particularly enthusiastic about getting up close and personal."
You narrowed your eyes. "...just so you know, if you ever point out one of your exes to me in public, I will kick their ass."
"Noted. But please don't."
"Fine. Their loss anyway." You cuddled into his side, one hand reaching up to trace the scar tissue on the back of his neck.
Now it was Shoji's turn to blurt out something that had been lingering in the back of his mind. Ever since he told you about his scars, you seemed a little fixated on them. "So, these...they don't bother you?"
"Mixed feelings, I suppose. It makes me sad and pissed off that anyone would've hurt you like that. But at the same time, objectively, they give you kind of a rugged look? And knowing how you got them, it makes me feel kinda guilty that I think they're hot?"
Shoji turned his head to give you an amused, questioning look. "Hot?"
"Yeah, you're stupidly hot. Not just the face, the whole situation. But the scars, they make me just, wanna..."
You trailed off, getting up on your knees so you could reach Shoji's face while he sat. His fists balled up in the couch cushions as your lips softly caressed the scars running perpendicular to his mouth. You kissed along each one, going bottom to top, before moving to the corner of his mouth. Following the massive scar around his neck, you kissed as far as you could reach from your position, then gave it a small lick. He jumped and you giggled, nibbling around the raised flesh as he shivered.
Soon he was leaning into the couch, head thrown back, mouth open and panting while you kissed and adored and worshipped every inch of scarring around his neck and face. He hardly even moved as you switched sides, determined not to half ass your task.
At long last, you stopped, and Shoji started to compose himself and sit up. That's when you rested your chin on his shoulder, giving him doe eyes as you asked, "got any other scars that need tending?"
He stared at you for a moment. Then he started to remove his shirt.
~~~~~
Waking up to the sight of Shoji's face was divine, you thought to yourself. He lay on his back beside you, but his head was turned to the side. So when you woke up, you were met with his peaceful visage.
You sighed, softly stroking his sleep-mussed hair. You watched his pretty silver eyelashes twitch against his cheeks as he dreamed. He was smiling softly, evidently enjoying pleasant dreams.
When you leaned in, carefully attempting to deliver a small kiss without waking him, he mumbled something in his sleep. Mostly incoherent, but you were pretty sure you caught a little "love you" in there. You smiled, cuddled into his side, and rejoined him in peaceful slumber.
~~~~~
There was no point to this collection of drabbles, other than to say Shoji deserves nice things and also look at that face LOOK AT THAT CUTE FUCKIN FACE:
"She was awesome and cute, and Leo had a weakness for awesome and cute girls."
LEO I HAVE A WEAKNESS FOR YOU😭
if we can count on Lance to give us something it's the best radios ALWAYS
When did AMR signed Mickey Mouse😭 this is my fav radio message from now on! LMAOO
Old Jake sketches I never posted
Yer
hello hello! This was from a few months ago (November 3rd) when I first got in tumblr I never posted it, and the I was going to and forgot soooo. . . . Anyway here’s more of our sweet boy!
It’s based off of a page from the IDW comics, I can’t remember which tho
I really like the way he came out! Also Except some Mha soon!
Edit: according to carriec7 it’s issue 13!
Bakugo is the type of idiot who doesn’t realize that roughhousing with someone you’re interested in is erotic … not until your legs end up around his waist, his arms above your head and his mouth near yours … and then he’s just thinking oh shit lmfao
‼️VERY IMPORTANT PSA‼️
Him :]
@candiiee @cvnt4him @anzs-stuff
Hi first of all I absolutely love your art!! 🩷 also saw u asking for art requests and I have a hc of Jean growing out his hair after tsc and It will Not leave my brain, so Please I humbly request long-haired Jean Moreau 🫶🏻💛🥺
I'm gonna get razzed again for continually being the long-haired-men artist (lovingly)
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Summary: sam finds you unable to fall asleep, drowsiness turns into sweet confessions
Pairings: sam winchester x reader. height difference implied. childhood friends!
warnings: fluff, cursing, shirtless sam cuz yeah that's a warning in itself, no use of (y/n), not edited at all bro-
word count: 1.4k
notes: RAHH i don't like this one very much but its cute and i was kicking my feet while writing this.
the night was cold, too cold. even though you felt sam lying beside you, you couldn't fall asleep no matter how hard you tried. perhaps it was intrusive thoughts of the last hunt, loud, blaring thoughts. or maybe it was the uncomfortable motel bed you still haven't gotten used to like the two brothers.
you shift, eyes falling to the clock on the bedside table first. 3AM. a groan leaves your lips at the sight because you knew you had to be back up in about 3 hours.
but then your eyes fall on the beautiful man sleeping next to you in bed. you see, there were two twin XL sized beds in this musty motel room. sam didn't want you to take the pull out and you didn't want him to either so you ended up agreeing on sharing the bed while dean slept alone on the other.
you didn't mind, it was an excuse to lay next to your crush. but after 3 hours of restlessness, you regret it because now you feared waking him.
you sit up, rubbing your drowsy eyes and sliding your legs out of the bed. you don't see sam unconsciously stirring on the bed as he feels the absence of your warmth gone even in his sleep.
fixing your sleep shirt and the gym shorts you threw on to sleep,you stand up from the bed and wobble over to the sliding doors of the motel’s balcony; bare feet platting against the cheap tiled floor.
you discreetly open the balcony door, you cringe internally when it creaks as it slides just enough for you to fit your body through it while barely making a sound.
the cold night air hits you like the most comforting wave, making you hug your torso when you lean your elbows on the railing.
you think about the recent events that have unfolded since you joined the winchesters in their hunting. the constant brushes with death, the gruesome sights youve seen. you always felt tense nowadays, like your body was stuck in this permanent trance of fight or flight. it made sleeping harder.
a few moments, the peaceful silence is interrupted when you hear the balcony door slide further open with another creak. you whip around just to meet sam’s eyes, a soft smile spreading across your face.
“hey…why are you awake?” you ask cautiously, turning only halfway to look at him.
he was holding the blanket along his chest for modesty, still shirtless under the soft cloth. “i could ask you the same…” he mumbles, hoarsely, his sleepy voice stirring a pleasant feeling in your chest. he walks up to you, standing in front of you by the railing. “something wrong?...” the way he says your name so kindly sends a wave of reassurance and comfort through you. it reminded me why you loved him so much. that was a scary thought though so you pushed it away.
“just couldn't sleep” you say truthfully, there was no point in lying to him anyway. he nods in understanding, tugging the blanket around himself.
in a swift motion, he drapes the blanket over your shoulders and his own so you're sharing the warmth but he maintains a respectable enough distance from you so he doesn't make you uncomfortable. part of you wanted to be closer. no all of you. you'd be lying to yourself if you haven't imagined laying on his chest, cuddling up to him.
he knew how stressful this has all been for you, you've been friends since diapers and he knew you better than anyone. he could tell how you were feeling with a glance, and vice versa.
but this whole hunting thing was still new to you, it was still scary. and he didn't blame you. “i know you too well to believe in, ‘just couldn't sleep’” he muses under his breath
the protectiveness he felt for you drowning the tired ache in his muscles.
“im just a bit shaken up…” you admit in a soft whisper, keeping the stillness of the night. “im still not used to hunting things. seeing all that you see every day.”
he nods shortly, tilting his head down slightly to meet your gaze. “mhm…i understand.” he was once in your position. when his brother called him to hunt again, to continue the family business. it was unnerving. but hes developed thick skin after everything hes been through, he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or bad thing.
“but you know id always be here, right..?” he breaks the still silence once again. your heart pumps loudly in your ear at his words and the promise that came with them.
you look up at him, eyes narrowing but landing on his own. its like this magnetic pull, overwhelming but pleasant. “yeah…yeah i know” you whisper, you hand brushing against his. it felt like sparks. you didnt want this moment to end, not so soon. “i just felt so scared today. when that thing attacked…i just- i thought i was going to die” you say with a humorless chuckle, shaking your head.
sam softens, concern and care written all over his face as he looks at you. that was his biggest fear about having you hunting with him; you getting hurt. or worse, dying. it killed him to even think about it.
with a hesitant hand, he reaches up and lifts your chin with his index finger and his thumb. the way he whispers your name catches your breath. “...i don't know what i’d you if something happened to you.” he whispers sincerely.
his eyes tell you he wants to say more, but he hesitates. “what?” you urge, tilting your head up and to the side to follow his gaze.
sam knows he feels deeply, but he feels wrong expressing it. “its just…i just care deeply about you, you know?” he mutters carefully, every single word he was saying was meticulously chosen.
you shift your body, facing him completely now. you reach up, plucking his hand from you chin to hold it tenderly; lacing your fingers with his. you stayed silent, but your eyes urged him to keep going. there was a bubbling in your stomach that hinted at what he was trying to say, so you waited.
sam gulps, mirroring you and facing you as well, neck craning down to meet your eyes. his palms felt sweaty, eyes darting to every corner of the world except your eyes. “i like you” he blurs out, but a few beats later feels stupid.
‘like’ felt like something you'd say to your high school crush, not the person of your dreams. he curses under his breath, running a hand through his hair anxiously. “no-no…i…jesus fuck- i love you. i love you.” he continues, finally meeting your eyes.
in his head, you wouldn't believe him unless he was looking into your soul for dear life. “i tried to stop feeling this way, but i cant. youre all i think about, day in and day out. my person, and god- i cant live without you. just the thought of it makes me-” you cut him off with a hug.
your arms wrap around his bare waist, pressing your cheek against his chest as the blanket around you both cocoon you safety together. you can feel the steady beat of his heart against your skin, his warmth radiating to you. he melts into your touch, pressing his lips against the top of your head.
the weight of the feelings settle, and even after your silent confirmation that you reciprocate those feelings. he still wanted, no needed, to hear it coming from your sweet lips. “...you love me too?” he eventually asks, leaning back just enough to look down at you.
you look up at him, offering him a playful but awe full smile. “of course i do…” you mumble. your hands slowly travel up his sides, caressing him and stopping on his cheeks. your thumbs gently rub across his cheek bones, pulling his face down slowly, giving him more than enough time to back out if he wants to.
but he doesn't. in fact, he meets you in the middle for a tender kiss. it felt cliche, but your felt sparks flying between you. even though the kiss was slow, sweet, it was exciting. the idea of kissing your best friend after years of yearning, it was almost like a reward.
you pull back slightly, disconnecting your lips and taking sharp breaths. he rests his forehead against yours, you return it. a soft chuckle escapes your lips, and he echoes it. the weight of years being taken off of your shoulders. “god, we we're screwed” you mumble with a giddy grin, earning another lighthearted chuckle from him.
you knew damn well so much more change would come upon you, but this time, it wasn't bad change. it wasn't scary. because you had sam.
(divider by @kodaswrld)
forever will be grateful for jungkook i'm so glad he came into my life when i needed him the most... he means so so so much to me. happy birthday to the best and only man ever, ily jk
it's jungkook day to me every day but i'm so happy i finally had the chance to witness and celebrate his birthday this year ✌🏻🥺💜
Hunk is probably the first person I've seen excited over being a leg
Tbh I bet he wasnt just excited he was like hyped af
SPIDER-MIKEY!! happy spooky month yall :>
White men always disappoint me BUT I NEED TGIS MAN IM DROOLING SALIVA OUT MY MOUTH
hes so pretty im actually loosing my marbles rn ☹️❤️❤️
Elle Korea 🤍
Just remembered I have free will, wish I didn’t.
Different colors
I'm pregnant. That's it. That's the reblog. I got knocked up from this single image. Thanks. <3
….,..look i was horny okay?
Why can’t he be real?
Green 1010/Eloni: *exists* Me: I love you so much! Aaaaaaahhhh! fshjgjgjffhfhjjhhhh 😭💕