Tumgik
#MY BABY CMON
dapper-lil-arts · 3 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
The entire premise of Alicorns being on another untouchable level dissapears when you account for Cadence's basic-ass taste in men
4K notes · View notes
airabuhan · 10 months
Text
Tumblr media
cmon baby america 🇺🇸🔥
778 notes · View notes
mexreny · 4 months
Text
Finally, q!Fit has officially asked q!Pac on a real date next Tuesday! (WE WON THE WAR!) (also, part 1 of this video clip, uploading the other right after)
267 notes · View notes
pastelpaperplanes · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Introducing KOBD ( and Wildbreak) into Thorns and Thrones AU!!
These two play the part of Rescuers to both Sir Orion and Megatronus at a turning point in their quest!
I’m thinking KOBD are the ones who come across them after this scuffle in the snow gone wrong >:]
Knockout and Breakdown are currently lone travelers on a journey off to the Dinobot Isles! The couple ventured out of the desolate, ever-increasing decay of Decepticon lands in a hurry to secure a stable future for their adorable new addition.
With the re-entering strict Autobot lands clearly not presenting itself to be a safe option to settle down, these two, with their little one in tow, have been making the lengthy journey to the coastlines.
Allies anxiously await their arrival—both in determination to seeing their old friends safe, as well as being in great need of their skills as both healers and warriors.
Trouble is stirring in the cavernous mountains that aid in the sustainment of the Isles. Those who have ventured up for recourses are returning with fewer numbers, strange wounds, and even stranger stories of the web-wielding demon supposedly responsible.
Knockout and Breakdown are off to offer their help in exchange for a place to call home—but first they have to figure out what the hell an Autobot and LORD MEGATRON-!?!? are doing all the way out HERE??
Perhaps after Optimus (ohhh that’s his name!) and Megatron (whoops! merc cover blown) get patched up, their rescuers and new friends made in the Isles will wrangle them into an adventure in the mountains—for for Primus’ sake get them some new gear!!!
2K notes · View notes
gatorgrumbles · 5 months
Text
Tumblr media
Drew my emotional support alligator
359 notes · View notes
sommerregenjuniluft · 2 months
Text
line cook barty that has every server of the restaurant greet him with cheek kisses when they clock in and he’s trying So Hard to get evan to do it too as he starts working there
168 notes · View notes
glue-enjoyer · 1 year
Text
I know that the fandom treats Arena like a joke (rightfully so) but I think it’s an untapped market for spirk shippers. Nobody talks about Spock practically drooling over kirks “impeccable logic” ON THE BRODGE while he builds that stupid fucking canon.
“City on the edge of forever” this and that but Like Guys ignore the rubber lizard guy and let’s focus on the fact that Spock just casually murmurs “good good” in front of all of his coworkers??? and none of them question is???? somebody needs to write a fic I stg
958 notes · View notes
justgotpunched · 1 year
Text
Are you a top or a bottom ma'am I am threat to national security
946 notes · View notes
luck-of-the-drawings · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media
my TWO FAVORITE THINGS IN THE WORLD, VAMPIRES N COWBOYS... deacon keller is SUCH a fun character, hes charming and funny but ALSO formidable and STRONG when he feels he needsta be. i hope him and arthur can get a chance to talk more and be better friends. l ike really good friend s. . like. like really good f. hangon i gotta go i think i hauve rabies.
#jrwi fanart#jrwi show#jrwi suckening#jrwi suckening spoilers#deacon keller#arthur bennett#OOUGUGHHAAOGUguguhh i feel so cringe whenever i ship two characters. like theyre not even REAL#why cant i be more 'hyperfixated' on getting bitched or something. CHRIST. anwyay i want em to hold hands or smth. yknow. freak stuff.#SO DEACON KELLER!! HE OVERHEARD ARTHUR TALKIN ABT THIS PLACE GETTING ATTACKED.. WE SAW HIM APPROACHING#AND THEN THE WHOLE FEAST PORTION OF THE PARTY HAPPENED N HE GOT STUCK#BUT HE KNEEEWW HE OVERHEARD ARTHUR SOMEHOW!! i just think thats neat. hes dedicated to protecting his people. hes respectable!!#GOD he doesnt even have that much screen time but i LOVE HIMMM n his silly lil shadow steed named Sunshine.. like cmon.... ugh.....#hes sweet n hes funny and he CAARES about the things hes in charge of on some levels. he certainly does his best to look after his own.#god idk what else to write here other than how much hes been on my MMMIND lately. the doctors are still running diagnostiscs#i just think hes so neat... also i think its funny that hes afraid o snakes. OH YKNOW lemme just talk abt my damn art. first o all this too#SSSOOO LONG. WEEKS EVEN.IVE BEEN WORKIN ON IT SINCE EP 5 WAS ON PATREON.it was sposed to be justa buncha doodles but then it Evolved#idk man...cowboys are just so cool...especially w VAMP POWERS..fastest shot in the west for a REASON BABY...n with the red smoke#n the glowing eyes..CMOn thats so cool i hadta get my visions into reality. the eyes were inspired by the music video for RATTLESNAKE (kglw#that where the IM THE SERPENT lines come from.lyrics from tha song.ooh yeah i love kglw so much...i also have other hidden messages here#i like to hide things...ALSO ALSO. I HAD SO MUCH TROUBLE W SO MUCH O THIS. the two bits with arthur n deacon biting eachother. AGONY#POSES ARE SO HHARRDDD SAME WITH THAT doodle o arthur slammin deacons head into the ground. WEEKS to get that pose RIGHT. I BLED SO MUCH#OHH AND GUNS???COWBOYHATS?? HIS GAY LIL JACKET? W THE DANGLIES?? AGOONYYY IT TOOK SO LONG TO PERFECT IT..especialy guns. OUUUHH#i also dont draw mustaches enough... which sucks bc im weak for a good mustache... BUT i think im doing pretty well on that.#it was hard but yknow what!! i think i did good! i rly like how this all turned out!! EXCEPT FOR THA FUCKIN RIBBON BOW THING I FORGOT TODRA#IN THE TOP RIGHT... THAT I JSUT NOTICED...its fine its fine i dont care that much. this is good enough to FEAST upon so im content n happy.#anyway i gotta leave ina few hours to start TRAINING for my NEW JOB!! CHEER FOR ME!! TRUCK IS A BLACKJACK DEALER NOW!! IEAAAHHH BABYYYY!!!!#thanku for reading my weird lil scrolls i bury beneath my posts. if u leave tags i WILL absorb them. and feel joy.
142 notes · View notes
lunelicmoone · 11 months
Text
SURPRISE TNTDUO PICS???
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
194 notes · View notes
qbbhs · 3 months
Text
q!pac is out here just saying the wildest shit for literally no reason.
Quckity: Who else? Who else would like to answer that? I feel like I have let out so much steam with this question, I really have.
Pac: Can I say? Can I say which egg I would kill?
Antoine: Yes.
Pac: *sing-songy voice* I would kill Tilin but she's already dead.
Everyone: [overlapping] Ohhhh... Oh my god.
Pac: [overlapping] I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Quackity: [overlapping] That's fucked up... That's really...
42 notes · View notes
sillygayrants · 3 months
Text
Guys…the drarry angst…it’s been hitting so hard recently…I don’t know if I can survive this…
Like…imagine draco keeps seeing Harry and Ron get their homemade Christmas jumpers and he doesn’t even attempt to ask his father or mother for one, because he’ll be laughed and waved off, told to deal with it.
So Draco sits back and watches until third year, when he picks up a couple of knitting needles he finds laying around and some yarn that may or may not be stolen from a certain cat of a certain caretaker, and he gets to knitting.
It’s hard at first and he STRUGGLES but a month in he’s got the hang of it and the late hours of the night are now spent with his curtains drawn and knitting needles in hand.
And when the next Christmas rolls around, he’s got a bit of a wonky green jumper with a D on the front that looks a little more like an O, but it’s okay, cause it’s handmade and he wears it proudly.
That’s of course until Harry Potter walks past him and Ron says “I thought purebloods didn’t wear hand me down clothing” with a snicker and he sees Harry hide a laugh behind his hand and that was it.
Draco shoves the stupid thing under his bed and never brings it out again, certain of nothing if not the fact he’ll never have his own Molly Weasley to knit him a jumper, and he never will, because Harry Potter always seems to have everything, and Draco has nothing.
No real friends, no handmade jumpers, no Christmas to go home to save a few house elves bringing him eggnog on Christmas morning, and no Harry Potter laughing with him, only at him.
WHAT THE FUCK GUYS. IM CRYING SOBBING SCREAMING. I LOVE DRACO SO MUCH. THIS IS LESS DRARRY ANGST AND MORE DRACO ANGST BUT I LOVE HIM YOU DONT UNDERSTANDDDD I FEEL FOR THIS BOY SO DEEPLY 😭😭😭😭
43 notes · View notes
Text
I have SO MANY THOUGHTS about the new heartbreak high s2 trailer
23 notes · View notes
scavengerbunny · 7 months
Text
I'm ngl i think people in the fandom are romanticizing Betty's sacrifice as "badass sexy wife saves the day" instead of "young woman with identity and self esteem issues gives up on everything for a man she just met"
I know y'all like the ship, but some of y'all are ignoring what the series is trying to tell us.
76 notes · View notes
your-mums-nuts · 7 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
53 notes · View notes
atsoomi · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
Fall is pleasantly chilly in October. 
It slots between summer and winter to bring out the best of both seasons. The leaves change because they have to— because everyone has to— and the weather becomes a pleasant concoction that urges you to take walks and appreciate the whimsical scene. It’s also the season when seasonal depression hits you harder than the leaves hit the sidewalk. 
This year, however, is different to you. The chill of the fall isn’t as biting as it usually is. 
This year’s fall comes to you in the form of a dark haired lover with a spark in his eyes, in the form of whispered jokes in the dead of the night and romantic notes left next to warm breakfasts, in the form of a winning lottery ticket. 
It comes to you in the form of your boyfriend of a few months— kuroo tetsurō. 
You find that you complement each other well: he teaches you to be more spontaneous and you teach him to slow down, he teaches you how to cook his favorite meals and you teach him how to make your favorite drinks, you watch his favorite movies and he reads your favorite books. 
Most nights, you can’t agree on how to spend time together. Your boyfriend is active in a way you could never see yourself be, and the idea of going out always rivals staying home— it’s like asking where to eat from. But in some rare instances, the stars and planets align and you find something to agree on.
That’s how you find yourself sitting on a park bench, mid-October, enjoying the chill of the weather and your ice cream cones. Your hand affectionately rests on his knee as he prattles on about people and how they feel towards vanilla ice cream. 
“People don’t actually hate vanilla ice cream, everyone just says that because they’re affected by the public opinion.” He mumbles as he bites into his biscuit— coincidentally a vanilla cone. 
You hum thoughtfully, hand sliding up to his thigh. “I don’t think I like vanilla ice cream.” 
He turns to you with furrowed brows and a look of betrayal, “traitor.” 
You laugh at his upset face and he grows more offended. The hand you had on his thigh is lifted to mess up his hair (more than it already is) as you relish in being the one to tease him for once. 
“Sorry pumpkin, I must always tell the truth. I’m not a liar.” 
He seems to inflate to full size at your comment, reminding you of the way he towers over you even when you’re sitting down. “Oh yeah? How come you always lie about the leftovers then?” 
“Tetsu, those are my leftovers, in my house. I have the right to do whatever I want with them.” 
“Not when you promise to save them for your loving amazing gorgeous boyfriend.” 
“I have a loving amazing gorgeous boyfriend?” 
He snorts at your reply and you cheer internally at your win. You look at each other with matching smiles and the atmosphere around you changes subtly. You block out the sound of the trees and the wind as your mind fills with thoughts of the man sitting next to you. Street lights cast a soft glow on his face, and you think he’s the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen. 
He seems to be thinking the same as the smile you shared fades away and his face relaxes. A certain look flashes across his eyes and you feel a jolt of electricity course through you at the silent communication you’re having. You wonder what he’s thinking about and silently pray that it’s something good, that he’s not realizing that your right side isn’t your good side.
You tilt your head to the side as you continue observing him and he smiles lightly at your glassy eyes and pursed lips. The shadow cast over his face doesn’t dim down the light in his eyes; your hand itches to reach over and trace his eyebrows and wander across his face to drink him in fully.
“I think I love you.” 
Your breath hitches and all the thoughts about touching him disperse at the simple words that he mutters quietly— breathlessly and delicately. 
It’s not what you were expecting him to confess tonight, but you can’t say you’re surprised. You’ve been walking along the edge of love with him for a few weeks now, playfully teasing each other about the idea of forever, the idea of more serious promises. It’s no surprise that, out of the two of you, he let himself be taken by love first.
Now, you’re left standing on the edge, looking down at the depths of love and wondering if you’re ready to take the risk. Past mistakes pull you back and the fear you’ve held with you for a while warns you against it, whispering in your being that regret leaves a poisonous taste.  
But the sight of kuroo in front of you, with rosy cheeks and hopeful eyes and lips you’re all too familiar with, gives you the push of courage you need to jump in, headfirst. 
 The smile on his face doesn’t falter while you’re readying yourself to say the words, as if he can read it on your face— as if he always knew it would play out like this. He waits for you to take the chance. 
“I think I love you, too” 
His face breaks out in a grin that’s so wide it makes your cheeks hurt and it takes you a second to realize that it's your own grin that’s hurting your cheeks. Inching closer to kill the space between you, he puts his arm around your shoulder. You turn your body to face him and you fit together effortlessly, like puzzle pieces. 
You don’t think twice about kissing him, dropping the cone in your hand to place both hands on him. The sound of his cone hitting the ground makes you smile at the eagerness coming from both of you. 
His eyes flutter shut as you angle your face to unite your lips and the taste of vanilla overtakes your senses. The softness of the moment, combined with your hunger for him, makes the fire in your stomach burn vigorously. The hand that wanders away from your collusion and caresses your knee makes you want to bounce on him and disregard public decency. 
You’re one second away from clawing at his sweater when he pulls away breathlessly. Flushed cheeks and a crooked grin greet you when you open your eyes, and the butterflies in your stomach turn violent. You have no idea how he hasn’t lost control yet. 
He brings your head closer to rest his forehead against yours, your smiles mirroring each other’s. His warm breath fans over your lips and you have to control the urge to go back to your ritual because he’s clearly enjoying the soft gesture. 
You eventually pull back to change positions and rest your head on his shoulder; he welcomes the change in position with an arm back on your shoulder. 
The park looks so different to you now, even if it hasn’t changed in the slightest. You’re looking at things through a different lens now that everything has changed. You know what it means for both of you to say those words; you know the plans you’re going to draw up together now, and you know that he wants this to work out as much as you do. 
Your face grows warm as all the possibilities cloud your mind. The arm around your shoulder intensifies the tickling sensation across your skin. You look at him and he’s already looking at you. Words escape you at the sight of the warm unbridled love you see in his eyes, and you can’t believe you’ve gotten this lucky.
“I’m glad you’re here.” He whispers, leaning over to close the space again. 
“Me too.” You breathe out before he seals your promise with a kiss.
Tumblr media
198 notes · View notes