#the rezzies loved it

[gerardway-jpeg]

hosted a mixtape decorating and paint night 2nite and it went well :)

#the rezzies loved it #and i get to keep the extra cds and such so that’s a bonus #rambles

[junipernoon]

[Image Description: a digital drawing of Cecil Palmer from Welcome to Nightvale. Cecil is a Native American man with tanned skin and long white hair parted on the right side. He is wearing heart-shaped sunglasses that are reflecting the desert sunset, and a brown jacket over a button-up shirt. His belt buckle, earrings, and bolo tie are also shaped like hearts. Cecil is depicted from the thighs up in a desert during sunset. The dunes and cacti behind him are entirely in shadow against the colorful, streaked sky. He looks to the right, his hair blown by the wind, as he pulls his jacket closer to his body. End Description.]

Long time followers know I’m a cranky brown woman and one of the things that makes me cranky is the use of American South West aesthetics without homage to the Indigenous and Black Americans and Mexicans that invented the aesthetic. My Cecil is Native (and your question should be “which tribe?!” But I haven’t decided yet. I’m pondering.) He started going gray when he was a teenager and had fully white hair by the time he was 25.

Also I love how this came out! The sky!! The plants!! The sunglasses B-)

#cecil gershwin palmer #cecil palmer #welcome to night vale #wtnv #fanart #illustration #artist on tumblr #art #If you voted in the poll for John Gaius or Cecil Palmer from a million years ago: you are legally obligated to reblog this #((this tag is for the mutuals: I totally recycled this from an OC Bimázakonenjige design)) #Bim #((Who is Anishinaabe)) #But he looks good in the southwest #I do love southwest aesthetic and gotta draw more rezzy southwest OCs

[yaboirezzy]

TGAMM fans, I'm disappointed that I have to be a part of y'all. I thought you peeps were cool, I thought you peeps were chill, but noooooo y'all just had to act like an Owl House fan where when a Het/Straight ship appears half of you are angry at there being no boy-likes-boy or girl-likes-girl, while the other half are stupid trolls purposefully annoying and pissing people off with the Het/Straight ship

#rezzy rants #the ghost and molly mcgee #tgamm #i love mollibby #but i am not upset at molly having a crush on a boy #like guys that's just common behavior for people around her age

[ylly22-2]

#ron mael #russell mael #I just love high rezzie pictures

[bearberrythief]

Well so far Resident Evil: Welcome to Raccoon City is not only one of the only movies based on a video game that I could at all call good it has surprisingly great lighting? Like there have been at least a dozen shots that made me go oh wow the art of movie lighting is still alive just let professionals do their work and your action horror flick will have memorable shots

#its full of guys i love to see (gender neutral) #and its clearly made by people who love rezzie 1 and 2 #im having a good time #rezzie evil #resident evil: welcome to raccoon city #me

[rizzmin]

HOW???

All I do is send asks and say I love you :(

IDK HOW! Like i see you in my inbox and i am like 🤭🕺✨

#/god's children\ #/prayers to god\ #/rezzy\ #its probably cuz i love you so much

[puck-luck]

the art of loving you | john marino

warnings: none really, just some sweet anniversary sex between jm and his girl <3 (italics = flashback) pairing: john marino x fem!reader summary: “maybe he gets back from an away game and him and reader have been together for a while so when he gets home its practically desperate the way they want each other and it's like super needy but also intimate because they just know each other like the back of their hands after so long together" wc: 2201

“Hey,” comes John’s soft voice from the darkness of the night. He kneels by your side of the bed and shakes you awake. The sunlight is starting to peek through the curtains. His thumb caresses your cheek, causing you to scrunch your nose from restlessness. “I’m headed to the rink. We’re leaving from there. I’ll be back on Monday, take you to dinner and all.”

“Mmm, okay, baby. Love you,” You slur, voice thick with sleep. You didn’t have to be up for another few hours and normally, you’d pout when John woke you up so early, but things were different. He was headed out on a week-long roadie and he had a game on the west coast on your second anniversary– meaning you two wouldn’t get to spend that together. Despite being sleepy, you pucker your lips to give John a goodbye kiss.

“Love you too,” John whispers, delicately cupping your jaw and pecking your lips twice. “Be back before you know it.”

He stands from his position next to the bed and gathers his things, heading towards the bedroom door.

“Play good,” You call out after him.

“First star every night, just for my girl,” John promises with a smile, closing the door with a soft click behind him.

A week later, John was headed back to Jersey and you had put on your favorite little black dress for your anniversary date. He hadn’t been named first star of the game during any of their games, but he had gotten one of his rare goals on your anniversary, and his celly ended in a kiss blown towards the camera that touched your heart. 

You were waiting by the door when John came home and you jump him before he even gets the chance to cross the threshold.

“Hi,” John greets. “Missed you.”

“Missed you,” You reply, arms looped around his neck. You pull him into a hug, feeling his hands wrap around your waist and press your bodies flush against each other.

You two stay in the hug for a few minutes, waiting for your breath to sync and for John to start rocking you from side to side the way he always does when your touch goes on for too long. As much as he loves to touch you, he’s never been one for hugs, unlike you. To you, John’s hugs are like crack and you take your fix anytime you can get it.

“Dinner?” John asks, pulling away and rubbing your arms like he’s warming you up.

“Rezzi at the normal place,” You confirm. You give his chest a firm pat. “Go change. This is our anniversary dinner, after all. Want you to wear something nice.”

“Gonna propose to me or something?” John teases, finally letting the apartment door fall shut behind him.

You drag his suitcase to the bedroom, parking it next to the chair before sitting on the edge of the bed. “Isn’t that your job?”

“All in good time,” John replies, following you down the hall with his hockey bag over his shoulder. He opens the door to the balcony and sets his personal pads out on the chair to air out. He also sets his dirty clothes on the chair– something you’ve chided him for in the past, since he could just throw them in the wash and kill the smell that way. 

You watch John change into a suit, smiling widely when he sneaks little peeks at you every few minutes. 

“Really did miss you, you know,” John says, focusing on tying his tie in the mirror on the back of the closet door. “Mercer tried to sprinkle rose petals in my locker on our anniversary to make me miss you less.”

“He’s so supportive.” You laugh, eyes crinkling at the sides. 

“Tried to take me to dinner too,” John continues. “Said he might as well take me out if we were going back to the hotel together anyway. What kind of girl does he take me for?”

“Maybe he was trying to recreate our love story,” You say. “It wasn’t exactly the most conventional of meetings for us. You took me for one of those girls.”

“Yeah, but you asked me what I was doing later, I was just being honest.”

“You’re lucky it worked out for you.”

John makes a kissy face at you, then walks over and reaches out to take your hand and help you up. “Dinner?” He asks.

“Let’s go,” You answer, leading him out of the bedroom and back down the hall, out of the apartment and down to the garage.

John drives, naturally. You’d appointed yourself his passenger princess long ago and he’d never asked you to drive. He orders your wine and meal for you at the restaurant, knowing that you’ll get the same thing you always get. He takes the menu away from you, too, so you can’t even pretend to peruse the offerings. He did so with a knowing look and you replied with an embarrassed smile, rolling your eyes because your boyfriend knows you so well.

When your food comes, John cuts his meat into precise cubes and you steal a piece or two off of his plate, despite the fact that you have your own food to pick at. John allows you to do so with only a few noises of protest, only a few teasing and threatening inflections of his fork at your wandering utensil.

You two make small talk– about John’s games, about your week at work, about the upcoming inspections your landlord is doing for the plumbing in your apartment after John tried (and failed) to adjust the water pressure to your liking. You’ve been in this relationship so long that you don’t need to have the deep conversations all the time, or plan out the future in a lengthy conversation over some red wine.

John is your future, and you’re his.

When you arrive home, John takes you to the bedroom and kneels at your feet, unstrapping your high heels and prying them away from you. He rubs your feet a little bit to soothe the ache of wearing heels all night, a small smile on his face the whole time. You brush his hair out of his face and take in his small details– the moles on his cheek near his mouth, the button of his nose, the scar from the stray puck that marred his skin and left behind the mark that you love to kiss.

“You look pretty down there,” You say, breaking the silence. 

John shoots you a look and tries to hide his smile, hide the blush that always spreads across his cheeks when you call him pretty. He kisses your knee and rises to sit next to you on the bed. “Happy anniversary,” He says softly, like it’s a secret between the two of you. 

“Happy anniversary, Johnny,” You reply. You press your lips to his, the kisses smooth and slow even as John makes his way down your neck to your shoulder. 

Your movements are a language of their own. John’s fingers light fires on your arms as he feels your goosebumps. Your knee presses into his thigh, the connection of your skin on his stronger than a dam. His tongue moves against yours insistently when he makes his way back up to your mouth.

“You gonna let me fuck you like I wanted to the other night?”

You moan into John’s mouth. “Hard?”

“Mm-mm,” John hums, shaking his head. He reaches down, pulls your panties to the side, and starts to slide a finger into you. “Slow,” He breathes out, not even a hair’s distance from your lips. “I’m going to touch you everywhere, angel. You’re gonna feel every bit of me.”

“Even better,” You say. “Want you to fill me up.”

John thrusts his finger inside you and works a second in, scissoring and curling his fingers until you’re a moaning mess beside him.

Your hand is gripping his shoulder so hard that your fingernails might as well tear his shirt. You’re panting, mouth perpetually open. The pressure between your legs is insurmountable, aching and throbbing as John pulls you closer to the edge.

“Johnny, Johnny,” You plead, pushing at his arm. “Fuck me, want to come when you fuck me.”

“Finger yourself,” John commands, pulling away from you to shrug his suit jacket off. He unbuttons his top as you shove three fingers inside your cunt, hungry for more. Really, you’re keeping yourself full while he acts as eye candy. You’re not trying to chase an orgasm, like you normally are when you and Johnny fuck. No, today you’re just here, just waiting to feel his cock enter you and satisfy you in a way that your fingers never could. 

He strips hurriedly, standing just mere inches from the bed. He throws the clothes around the room, not caring where they land. You track each movement, having seen his naked chest plenty of times to have it memorized by now. His underwear make their way to the arm of the chair in the corner, and it’s when you realize that he’s naked that your eyes return to his figure.

His cock is just as wonderful as ever– you’ve been in love with John for a long time, but his beautiful cock and the way he fucks you always makes you love him just a little bit more. He knows it, too, from the way he smirks at you– he knows that you love him, but if he was a shit fuck, you would tell him that you have the capacity to love him more. Maybe that’s crazy.

You pull your fingers out of your entrance and use them to spread your lips, showing John the expanse of the part of you that’s just for him. 

John smiles, takes his cock in his hand, and pumps himself a few times. 

You bite your lip and return his smile, watching the precum bubble and drip from his slit.

“Fuck me, J,” You beg. “Please.”

John joins you again on the bed, pushing you down onto your back and opting to forego your little black dress altogether and slide your panties down your legs instead. “You look so pretty,” John compliments. 

“Thank you,” You reply, feeling shy all of a sudden.

“Wanna see how your tits bounce in this dress while I fuck you,” John continues, leaning over you on the bed and lining himself up with your core. One of his legs pins your knee to the bed, while the other stays straight and braces against the floor. 

His words seem to steal all the thoughts from your mind, leaving nothing but the feeling between the two of you as he pushes the bulbous head of his cock into you. 

John moves slowly, like he promised. He fills you, warms you from the inside-out. He punctuates each drag with a sharp push into your core, causing your body to shift up on the bed. He raises a hand and grasps your breast, both keeping you in place and filling his palm with one of his favorite body parts of yours. 

You don’t exchange words, minus a reassuring, hushed “I know,” that drips from John’s lips and into your ear when you become close. He fishes your boob out of your dress and dips down to attach his mouth to your nipple, reaching his other hand down to soothe circles onto your clit. The added stimulation sends you into a whirlwind and John can practically feel the pitter-patter of your heart from where he’s sucking at your chest. 

“Johnny,” You cry, clutching his shoulder and arching your back beneath him.

“Yeah, honey. I know, my angel,” He mumbles against your skin. He leaves burning kisses along your body up to your lips. 

“Please,” You say, high strung and wanting so much that you’re almost shaking with it.

John moans, wrenching himself away from your lips to press a kiss to your cheek, then returning to your lips. His thrusts grow stuttered and desperate, no longer slow. They’re just as passionate, just as fulfilling, and John coaxes the orgasm out of you just as he unravels himself.

He holds you like you’re a precious liquid that is slipping through his fingers. 

You almost want to cry from the feeling, the knowledge that you and John share so much love between the two of you and there will be nights like this for the rest of your life.

John leads you over the edge and guides you through it, holding you and murmuring sweet nothings into your ear until your breath returns to normal. He traces your cheek, then draws his fingers down your neck.

“You’re everything,” John says. “I meant it. I’m going to marry you… all in due time.”

Instead of a response, you take his hand in yours and press a kiss to the back of it. You lace your fingers together and bring your interlocked hands to your chest, resting them over your heart. All you can do, really, is smile and cuddle closer to John, feeling his heat fill the bed and making you doze off.

note: just finished watching "you've got mail" for the first time. sigh. what a movie. devastating. sooo invisible string. corporations need to stop winning.

#puck-luck's fics #john marino #john marino smut #john marino x reader #john marino x y/n #john marino x you #jm6 #nhl smut #nhl x reader #nhl fanfiction #nhl fic #nhl x y/n #andy writes anything🍄

[csigeoblue]

Double Date Part 1 - Roy Kent x Platonic!Reader (Ted Lasso Fic)

A/N: Roy Kent is your sour bestie and hates your mean boyfriend.

"Oh come on Roy! Y/N has been asking us to double date with their boyfriend for a month now. They're gonna think you don't like them anymore if you keep dodging 'em babe." As much as it pissed Roy off that Keeley was right, he knew he had to make an appearance especially since Luke is letting you show your face in public for the first time in a while. He'd always been skeptical of the guy when you first started dating but he didn't want to get in the way of your happiness as you'd been so helpful in getting him off his ass to win Keeley back.

"Oi! Fine. We'll fucking go on this stupid double date to check on Y/N." Keely squealed in excitement. She knew you'd be so happy to see your best friend. Roy looked down at his phone to text you back in your chat with Keeley.

RK: Let's meet at your favorite restaurant, Y/N/N.

YN: Luke made reservations for us at Pearl's. xD

RK: But you fucking hate that place.

YN: It's grown on me :3 ... Besides you and Keels love going there!

RK: If you're sure.

Only a fucking arsehole would take their partner to a place they absolutely hate. Roy tried to shrug off the weirdness of your texts and focus on the Tesco trip he had planned with Keeley. ___________________

At dinner, Roy's concern only grew. You came at him like you normally would for an overly aggressive hug but the look in Luke's eyes as he witnessed it was not at all jokingly annoyed even though his words were meant to be. Keeley hugged you with the same energy - having missed you the last few weeks.

"C'mon Darling, don't make a show with me right here."

"Sorry love, you know Roy's my best mate from my time at Chelsea."

"Why don't we get our table then? Thanks for making the rezzie Luke!" Keeley, bless her heart, attempted to diffuse the situation by deflecting attention towards the restaurant you all were meeting at.

You tried to get Luke and Roy to engage in conversation but it seemed Luke only cared about Keeley today.

"Honey, why don't you tell Roy about your new promotion at work?"

"Yes Luke, tell me about fucking work." Keeley rolled her eyes at Roy's sarcasm before hopping in. "Congratulations Luke! What is it you're doing nowadays?"

"Well Keeley, I am now a senior financial analyst at a big firm in London. Taking on more responsibilities and training new idiots."

"They're not idiots babe - they just need your guidance to know what to do. It's not easy being the new kid on the job." The wicked smile Luke gave you at your response made you freeze. Keeley might have missed it because she piped up adding onto your stance but Roy's all knowing gaze caught the slight tremor in your hand as you reached for your wine.

Luke chose that same moment to make a big gesture with his arms pushing back on Keeley a bit and happened to bump your wine allover your shirt as you went to sip. Roy stood up in fury as you did in shock. Luke had the audacity to laugh.

"Oi! Fucking hell, what was that?" Roy breathed heavily as Keeley put a hand on his arm to let him know she was there.

"Sorry Darling, guess you should be more careful of what's happening around you." You took a deep breathe to calm your nerves although now you were full on shaking. You nodded along mumbling an apology to the group.

"Sorry, I'm so sorry."

"Hey Y/N/N, it's not your fucking fault. It's this twat sitting next to you's fault."

Luke threw his napkin on the table as Roy sat down and you were wiping your top. "Alright that's it. Y/N, we are leaving. I'm sick of his shit."

Keeley spoke up concerned at how you've completely shut down.

"Y/N/N, babe, you can stay with us for dinner if you want. I've got a spare top you can borrow in the car. It'll only take a second." You shook your head while gathering your things. Luke had already started walking away from your group.

"No that's okay Keeley. I don't want to make things any worse than I have. You both have a good meal. Roy, you be better be good to this one." You pointed to Keeley with a small smile on your face.

Part 2

#ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso #tw abuse #roy kent fanfic #roy kent x reader #roy kent fic #keeley jones #roy kent fanfiction

[faggot-friday]

NEW YEARS REZZIES:

eat more fruit ✅

get ur licence

be more genderweird

go to more concerts ✅

burn more cds

feel more at home in your body ✅

remember you r loved

don’t just survive. live.

finally clean out those fucking shelves ✅

#im gonna pin this and check off every one that i do over the year lol

[crab-funk]

I forget that I am legally allowed to post older art so. Take these rezzie merchant dragon doodles from 2021. I could’ve sworn I’d actually posted them before but it doesn’t seem like I have? Hope this is the first time lol

The Duke’s based off of the dergs in Dragon Maid, whereas the Merchant is based off of SCP-682′s original image/fan interpretations of it. I rlly love these designs even if drawin anything animal-related is not my wheelhouse. They’re so cute...

#myart #re8 #re4 #the merchant #the duke #cw body horror

[sirmidezz]

John Rambo head canons

Except it's just me projecting 🤟

-He listens to ABBA religiously. He likes the tune and vibe they give off. (Even though most call him "girly" for it.)

-he is not acab, he just doesn't like the police for obvious reasons.

-he likes the sound of drums. They calm him down a lot.

-he actually likes dogs, and he deeply regrets killing the dogs back in hope. (He feels bad for them more then he does for mostly anything else that happened there.) (Accuracy? Source? None it's a head canon.)

-he has Facebook grandma humor. (Exercise? I think you mean extra fries 🤣🤣)

-he actually is more connected with his Dine heritage then most people think. Like he believes in 2 spirited people typa connected.

-dislikes the government loves trautman because dad. (Trautman take this man fishing and say your proud of him.)

-probably likes men, doesn't know it because just like sly, he knows men. (Men are trash even though he is a man.)

- he is "too rezzy" for city mfs. (He uses rez slang)

-knows how to make some bomb fry bread. (He grew up around the aunties n he knows what's good)

-when he is comfortable around u n you ask him some stupid stuff like "grant me some wisdom" he will just raise his hand "indigenously" and smack you, "indigenously"

-drank pop from a bag when he was younger. (Projecting)

-knows a lot of Spanish mainly because it's Spanish. (He thinks speaking multiple languages heightens your IQ) (probably doesn't idk)

-he ate dirt as a kid.

-if he ever saw his dad again he probably would wonder how he was ever afraid of such a pathetic man when he was younger. (Projecting)

-if your out of pocket with him he will not just side eye you he will do a full body then just to make sure he heard what you said.

-don't piss him off to the point of a controlled ass beat, he will cuss you out in multiple languages while beating you.

-snores LOUDLY. if he is not on a mission and is in the comfort of his own home, he snores so loudly it triggers his own PTSD. (Happened to me one time.)

-don't ever use gen Z slang around this man, he can and will tease you for it.

-likes corridos. (Mexican music go brrrrr)

#john rambo #rambo #i wanna kms #sylvester stallone #sly stallone #im so tired #pookie #digital art

[retro-rezz-the-est]

merry Christmas and happy holidays to all of my beloved followers, mutuals, and friends.

your love, support, and appreciation are a million times better than any gift that I will receive this year. i thank you all for it and then some, and i hope your holidays are filled with merriments of all varieties.

signed, your favorite rezzy <3

#I am also in fact alive lmao #🫶🏾🫶🏾

[sporesucker]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY T-REZZY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NINE INCH NAILS WAS MY LATEST TOP ARTIST ON SPOTIFY!! I LOVE HIM FOREVER!!!!!

#nin #trent reznor #nine inch nails

[yaboirezzy]

A kin list au thing I did

#they tried to make pizza using maddie's magic #but they botched it up and now a fire demon owns the house #i love them but god they test me #au #amphibia #the owl house #the ghost and molly mcgee #spiderman no way home #spooky month #kin list au #rezzy's kin list family au

[ylly22-2]

#ugh I love Russell’s cute chipmunk face #high rezzie

[writinglionqueen]

lemme be the first one to tell you this:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY WIFEY 🥳💙💜💙💜

pls make this shining Saturday your own because today is your day and you deserve so so so much!!!!!!

have loads of fun today!!!! be the bad bitch that we all know you are and walk through today with your beautiful head held high!!!! i love you so so so so much mwah!!! ^3^

from, your favorite (and only) rezzy <3

Thank you wifey!! 🥺🥺🥺

It goes without saying and I'll always remind you that without you there's no me. You inspired me to create this blog so without you I wouldn't have written as many fics as I did.

I am truly always thankful for you in my life and I will always love you and thank you for being here for me. From the bottom of my own heart I love you wifey!🖤💛🖤