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barbecutie · 6 months
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"You're going to sit nicely in my lap - perhaps naked - as I give orders to our nocturnal horde from my palace throne."
Lilith + Astarion by @nananarc
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poreyneel · 8 months
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BG3 FANDOM I NEED YOUR HELP AND ATTENTION
some sellers on etsy stolen my art pls help me to deal with them give me instruction what to do and how I'M NOT NATIVE ENGLISH SPEAKER AND ESPECIALLY I'M NOT FAMILIAR WITH YOUR LAWS I CAN'T FCKING UNDERSTAND WHAT TO DO and!!! the most fucked up part!! I CAN'T USE ETSY BECAUSE OF SANCTIONS
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IT LOOKS SO SHITTY WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF god I want to d*e I want to erase all of my art I want to leave all the platforms I wish I never existed sorry I will be quite for a while unless someone takes them down bc I can't do it by myself
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chanshoesunite · 1 year
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24 Days of CHRISMAS: Day 10
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Content info: slice of life, bang chan x fem!reader, neighbor!chan, neighbor!reader, borrowing some flour from the hotties next door, part 2 of mini series
Word count: 1269
Warnings: just dorks falling in crush
“Did you use up all the flour?” Hare yells from the pantry to where you’re sitting at the breakfast bar. You woke up way too early after staying up so late and, as soon as you found your best friend in the kitchen, expressed the wish for chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast.
“Of course not,” you yell back. “What would I have used flour for?”
Your housemate comes back into the kitchen. “Well,” she sums up, “if you want pancakes, you better run over to the Millers and get us a cup of flour.”
You pause. You haven’t mentioned your discovery that the family next door seems to have moved out, let alone your late-night encounter with the new neighbour. Should you tell your friend? Your fear of humiliation and your desire for pancakes are fighting a war within you.
“Can’t you go?” you mutter.
Hare throws her hands up. “Listen here, Besty,” she says with an amount of energy that should be illegal at 8:30 a.m. “I am supportive of you having an exam, I’ll cook you breakfast, lunch and dinner AND do all the dishes. But that little walk over there won’t hurt you.” She cocks her head. “Or is this about something else?”
You quickly jump up. “No, it’s fine. You think they’ll be up yet?”
Hare frowns. “Dude, they have six children. How would they ever sleep in?”
You nod. No point in stalling, you have to do this. “I’ll be right back.”
You can feel Hare’s gaze on your back as you leave the kitchen. Pausing in front of the hall mirror, you assess your outfit. Your colourful jumpsuit is cute, and your hair is died in fresh pastels – you are a whole damn meal. Slipping into ballet flats, you skip out of the door, down the two steps, along the short garden path and into the street. You try not to overthink the absence of toys on your neighbour’s lawn as you approach the house. It takes you only a second to notice that the family’s name sign is gone, though. You gulp, but there’s no turning back now. And so, you ring the doorbell.
There seems to be some activity going on already, because faint music can be heard even through the closed door, and voices are mixing with the hiphop beats. You only wait for a few seconds before-
There he is.
And he is SHIRTLESS.
You stare at the undeniably gorgeous man – he is not much taller than you, but he has shoulders for days, veined arms to die for and an unruly mop of hair the colour of burned caramel that falls into his twinkling eyes. For a second, he seems confused, but then he smiles, and dimples adorn his face.
“Ah,” he pronounces. “Backstreet Girl.”
You blush. “Hi, Nick Carter,” you shoot back, and he laughs. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t sure if the Millers still lived here.”
He leans against the door frame, and he has no business looking this good doing it, especially not when wearing nothing but black gym shorts. “They moved out last week,” he explains, and you notice a pronounced Australian accent in his speech. Yum. “Did you need something from them?”
Another face pops up behind Backstreet Aussie, and the sweet round cheeks remind you of a hamster. “Oh, hi,” he greets you enthusiastically. “I’m Jisung. Are you our neighbour?”
You smile back – it’s good to have some distraction from all that naked skin on your duet partner. “Hi, yeah, I’m YN.”
“Hi, YN!” There’s another boy, beaming like an angel under his freckles. “I’m Felix. Do you want to come in?” Another Aussie. Jisung isn't, though - could he be British?
Backstreet Aussie gestures for them to turn it down a notch. “Calm down, boys. Don’t overwhelm her.” He turns back to you. “I’m Chan, by the way. To what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?” His smile could cure cancer, you are absolutely sure of it. Damn, having a hot neighbour like that will lead to complications, you just know.
You look a bit embarrassed. “Well, if I’d known that we have new neighbours, I’d absolutely would have brought a cake to welcome you, but as it is, I thought the Millers still lived here, and I actually wanted to ask if I could borrow a cup of flour? My roommate wanted to make some pancakes.”
"People still do that? Borrow groceries?" Chan muses. "Cute."
You can feel the blush creeping into your cheeks. Oh, for fuck's sake!
“There is flour!” Felix enthuses, “I made brownies only last night! And don’t worry about welcoming us – we haven’t really shown our faces around here yet, so how could you have known!” He pulls Chan and Jisung aside. “Come in!”
You have been inside the house before, and it feels familiar, but now you first notice the sheer number of trainers in the hall before being led into the open kitchen area. It is still quite bare, but a huge table occupies most of the space, and five more young men are having breakfast there at the moment.
Chan is at your side in a second, and you try not to jump at the proximity. God, he’s cute. He gestures at the remaining housemates. “YN, meet the gang. This is Minho,“ - he points towards an ethereal but obviously grumpy creature who waves his hand dismissively, “Jeongin,” – a boyish looking young man beams at you with a gummy smile, “Seungmin,” – a little wave from the most serious face at the table, “Changbin” – “Hello” a seriously muscular guy says rather sweetly, “and Hyunjin” – the tallest of the group gives a wave as he dances around the table towards an empty seat, an Americano in his hand as he sings under his breath.
“Great to meet all of you,” you say rather shyly, but then the moment is over as Felix pulls you towards the pantry. “What kind of flour do you need?” he asks. “We have self-rising flour, cake flour, pastry flour, whole-wheat flour, coconut flour, corn flour, buckwheat flour, chickpea flour aaaand…” he peers into another bag, “All-purpose flour!”
You are momentarily stunned. “All-purpose, I think?” You glance at Chan in an apologetic matter. “I’m not actually the one doing the baking. That’s all my best friend.”
Chan shrugs. “Oh, yeah, no, I am not cooking for this lot, either, that’s Minho’s job.”
A shout comes from behind them: “AND NOBODY APPRECIATES ME FOR IT!”
While the boys are quick to confirm that of course they would all starve to death without Minho, Felix fills a cup of flour for you and hands it to you. “Can I help you with anything else?” he asks sweetly, beaming at you. God, he is precious. Serious little brother vibes there.
“No, thank you,” you say. “We’ll make it up to you, I promise.”
“Ah, no need,” Chan is quick to hijack the conversation. Are you imagining things or is he trying to hog you? You eye him.
“Don’t worry about Chan,” Changbin says as he walks past, putting his mug into the dishwasher. “He’s not a fuckboy, he’s just allergic to shirts. It’s an Aussie thing, apparently.”
Chan blushes fiercely and yells, “HEY,” as he chases a giggling Changbin out of the kitchen. Felix shakes his head. “It’s not, I can confirm that.” He looks up. “But hey, how about you come to our house-warming party on Saturday? Bring your roommate. It’ll be fun!”
You smile. “Thanks, we absolutely will!”
You say goodbye to all the boys except Changbin and Chan, who you can hear screeching upstairs, and make your way back home. Hare awaits you in the kitchen. “That took you some time,” she muses, examining you. “What’s new over there?”
You hand her the flour and fall onto a stool. “Oh dude. You won’t believe it.”
~Day 11~
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jimtheviking · 8 months
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Going home tomorrow. Tilda is meeting me at the train station. We're planning on spending the next week attached at the hip.
Why am I having an anxiety attack?
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ctrl-lupin · 1 year
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THIS IS HAPPENING THIS IS HAPPENING OH MY GODS JESUS CHRIST I'M GOING TO PASS OUT
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I’M GONNA BE SICK I’M GOING INSANE
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rifleonthewall · 1 year
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OKOKOK OK OK BUT LIKE. DURING WTRC RIGHT? LEON FALLS ASLEEP AT THE RPD FRONT DESK LISTENING TO MUSIC AND ITS CRUSH BY JENNIFER PAIGE AND JUST. HE IS A HOMOSEXUAL. HE IS THINKING ABOUT BECKETT OKAY. i feel it in my bones (Sorry for so many caps)
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benjaminutes · 2 years
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bonojour · 1 year
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izlaniusliddel · 1 year
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WHAT?!?! And furthermore, HUH?!
What the fuck just happened?! No, seriously, What the fuck just happened?!
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scattered-winter · 2 years
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me: oh yeah I’m normal about this show
the kamino rescue scene: *happens*
me:
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marrziy · 3 months
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Eu quero muito escrever um imagine desse divo aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
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dragonpyre · 11 months
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Hello, sorry for bothering you, but based on your most recent reblogs I take it you've seen the Spider-Man: Across The Spiderverse and I was just wondering what you thought about it?
I have never watched the first film, but I've heard a lot of praise about it and now with the sequel and the sequel's own positive reception I'm wondering whether I should watch these films
Yeah, again sorry about bothering you, have a nice day
*inhales*
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
Now, that aside
It's an AMAZING film. Now, I'm biased cuz I'm literally a video game artist so I know how challenging and unique all the little bits and bobs of making the movie were, which makes me love it more. The animation is so unique and stylized without detracting from the experience, and the post processing filters they use really make it look like a comic book.
The first film is phenomenal. Like, literally groundbreaking. The story, music, art style, and animation are all perfect. It's literally just the best. It also came out when I was a freshman animation student, so I got to sit in on a lecture from an alumni who actually worked on the film! We got to see all the behind the scenes things and ask tons of questions. It was so cool.
Now for the second film.
Oh my god. Oh. My. God.
The music; amazing. The character; amazing. The story; amazing. It has so much heart to it and you can tell the creators really put their hearts and souls into it and truly cared about the story they were telling. I'd say my only complaint were some eyestrain moments, but that's part of the style/narrative.
But in all seriousness, please watch it. They're amazing movies and deserve all the love and praise
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seasaltcosmos · 3 months
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when you load up baldur's gate 3 and you hear the guy in the title music go "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH"
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windmadepoet · 2 months
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Venti finds a roof to stand on, and then lets out a loud scream.
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"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!"
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coverfossils · 1 year
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wait i see a tyrantrum
WAIT ITS YOUR TYRANTRUM
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-@water-pokemon-appreciator
Don’t worry he’s actually very gentle. Gentle giant.
He will pick you up by the back of your shirt.
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