Tumgik
#STILL FUCK SIZING
artkaninchenbau · 3 months
Text
Tumblr media
Crocodile finds a strange stray cat an 11-year old Nico Robin (AU where they met 13 years earlier. Robin's been on the run from the World Government for 3 years. Crocodile's 27 and has not set up base in Alabasta yet)
It seems like I have become possessed. By some sort of demon.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Bonus:
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
22K notes · View notes
magicaltimelady44 · 5 months
Text
so like. if anyone else, like me, still has the occasional fanfic they follow on fanfiction.net, and hasn't been getting the update emails for the longest time and was wondering if ti meant the site is on its last legs
no
no they've done something stupid as fuck
Tumblr media
you have to opt back in to getting the emails/notifications of new chapters every six months, because they automatically assume you don't want to know when the fics you followed for the updates have updated
2K notes · View notes
devilcat3d · 2 months
Text
theres this horrid assumption in the fashion industry that the only people on the planet that want to wear cool boots and shoes are women and that the only women that want to wear these cool as fuck boots and shoes have really small feet. they dont make cool shoes for those like me who were born with larger feet and its so annoying and makes shoe shopping a gigantic pain. i can theoretically find cool shoes but it requires an enormous amount of effort especially when the styles i want to wear just dont exist in "mens" sizes. anyway we need to make bigger shoes end of rant
1K notes · View notes
mihotose · 29 days
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
legitimately why is the hobocop ending so cinematic and awful
411 notes · View notes
regonold · 3 months
Text
So there's some big attack and dani is about to be hit by something when bruce jumps infront of her to protect her
And dani seeing such a legendary figure risking his life for her's clutches onto bruce and screams out "MAMA"
And before the shots hit these a sound of nails on a chalk board and something flies out of a glowing green rip in the air if flies wraps around dani and batman with a long spectral tail blocks the shots with a green shield and destroys the villian of the week
Before returning back to dani and bruce checking and making sure that she's ok, his baby is alright
And bruce bruce has never seen a more beautiful sight this man demolished the villain and immediately made sure his daughter was alright bruce might juat have a love at first sight moment here
1K notes · View notes
born to draw block people making out... force to draw houses....
197 notes · View notes
chrisrin · 1 year
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
AWWWW SHIIIT is that HOMESTUCK GEM FUSION DESIGNS??? 
1K notes · View notes
Text
hold on. i just wanted to see their height difference and. and hold on-
Tumblr media
ill probably clean this up & do the other neighbors but ohhhhh my god. hes SMALL!!!!!! TWELVE! APPLES! (bg Home included to see if Barnaby would be able to fit through the front door. nope<3)
#im imagining barnaby leaning against home's roof while home repeatedly hits him with the side window#(it does nothing)#ANYWAY SO YEAH WALLY TINY. SMALL MAN#since the only info we have on heights is that wally is 3ft (twelve apples) and julie/sally are just a smidge taller than him#then frank/eddie are 4 ft#and then howdy/barnaby/poppy are all 7-8 ft#since theyre a bit vaguer im currently hc-ing that barnaby is the shortest at 7'9 while poppy is a solid 8 ft and howdy is between them#that still leaves barnaby as an absolute BEHEMOTH#scribble salad#welcome home#welcome home puppet show#welcome home fanart#okay. okay okay okay im so anormal about this#because i fucking Love height differences ok#whether its platonic or romantic or WHATEVER I AM WEAK TO IT. ITS MY FAVORITE THING#just a big person and their little guy. a little person and their big guy. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA#barnaby can hold wally like a ferret. wally can probably hide under barnaby's fluffy ears. im losing it#also the character heights are probably different than the physical puppet heights#since in the official art they all seem to have consistent size/height differences that slightly contradict their heights#which makes sense!! the big guys have walkarounds And live hands to keep em in frame with the smaller guys after all#(unless that info is a lie and there Are no different puppets bc theyre all alive and autonomous maybe but also hmmm Thinking)#still. wally is. so small#also its gonna amuse me when humans come into play#bc its like oh no!!! the puppets are all 3-4 ft tall! so tiny and vulnerable!#and then barnaby & howdy & poppy show up-#they could absolutely wreck humans. like fuck dude. theyre Huge.#id shit. just saying. if a near-8-ft-tall four armed four legged caterpillar man showed up id Pass Away On the Spot#i would say No Thanks and then Die Instantly#great now im picturing julie screeching THEY CANT STOP US ALL and then the smaller puppets swarm a person#so true queen <3 they Cant stop you all <3 especially when you have a huge fuckoff dog backing yall up
645 notes · View notes
aropride · 7 months
Text
i do not trust people who shop at shein i'm sorry like there's no excuse for it. i can understand amazon, i can understand a lot of fast fashion, but shein is uniquely awful. and their clothes fall apart in a week so you can't even keep them and mend them. "but i'm poor" okay and you don't need to buy from shein about it. "they sell shirts for $3" so does michael's check ur local craft store and make a design urself if u want. you cannot seriously tell me that you had no other option other than shein
287 notes · View notes
fleshdyke · 6 months
Text
ppl who insist on traditional golf in this day and age are actually so comically evil. like not only is the concept of acres of empty land for rich people to do nothing on just unbelievable in how common they are in the year twenty twenty three but also like we literally have the technology for indoor golf courses now. the exact same thing is possible except instead of 150 acres (150 ACRES) of water consuming monoculture grass and actually fucking insane amounts of pesticides to keep it "pristine" or whatever, you can just have it inside one building. like we have the technology for this. indoor golf courses are common and i can't imagine they're more expensive than this CRAZY amount of land and all the upkeep for it. but people want to play golf on their traditional golf courses bc what? they're evil? idfk it doesn't make sense to me
328 notes · View notes
foolsocracy · 4 months
Note
Your Spider-Man Noir AU keeps me up at night thinking about it and I still know literally nothing about it. How so? How can this happen? To just a little guy?
Tumblr media Tumblr media
well the answer to that is. um. well
160 notes · View notes
andyundan · 11 months
Text
Tumblr media
@ghostbatweek ghostbat week day 3: different first meeting (open for better quality)
i had this idea where talia and khoa's positions were reversed during batman: the knight.
au: khoa sought out the league for training first, and ra's convinces (male manipulates) him into staying (getting adopted). meanwhile, talia ditches the league for her own "self discovery" journey, meets bruce, and ends up travelling around the world with him (she follows him and he is incapable of getting rid of her, sry bruce). they end up at the league of shadows where bruce sees the "son" of ra's al ghul and falls in love at first sight :)
451 notes · View notes
invadergrabass · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media
the Membrane household.
93 notes · View notes
uncanny-tranny · 9 months
Text
The most infuriating form of sanism is this idea that mentally ill people/people with mental disorders are just too stupid or too unenlightened to know how to be a proper, well-adjusted person
So many therapists have ignored signs of my unwellness simply because they assumed I was just... being stupid, and I just needed educating about why I'm acting disordered (apparently, mental disorders stop disordering you once you are condescendingly told why you're just disordered and dumb, who knew (sarcasm)).
Like, I could tell them that I knew my behaviour wasn't "rational," wasn't "reasonable" to do or believe and I'd still be treated like I was so dumb I needed hand-holding and scolding about why I'm acting disordered.
I truly wish that people would be able to take the idea of guidance and stop twisting it into "I am superior and enlightened and the people I am trying to help are stupid and wrong and beneath me!"
227 notes · View notes
yoitsjuli · 9 months
Text
Wait until the people who have only seen RWRB and haven’t read the book find out Alex fucks Henry in a supply closet at Wimbledon 🫣
256 notes · View notes
forlorn-crows · 1 year
Text
Mushy May Day 14: Sex Turning Into Making Love
these boys infiltrated my brain on my drive home today, so dewther it is
Pairings: Aether/Dew
Words: 1081
“Lucifer, look at you, so fucking small,” Aether pants. He’s got his strong hands pressing Dew’s hips into the mattress, thumbs meeting just below his belly button, fucking hard into his tight, abused hole. Dew’s dick bounces with each thrust, precum smearing messily over his stomach and Aether’s fingers. “Bet you could just—” The quintessence ghoul grabs the hand that’s twisting into the sheets, placing it palm down over Dew’s own lower belly. Both of them groan at the little pressure he applies. It’s just enough to:
“Feel you,” Dew breathes. “Fuck I can feel it right—” Aether thrusts hard and deep, the end of his sentence cutting off with a garbled whine. 
“Yeah, right there, oh right fucking there, huh?” The quintessence ghoul slips his hands under the small of Dew’s back, forcing it to arch as he all but pulls him on and off his cock. If he didn’t feel small before, he certainly does now, flung around by his mate like it’s nothing. 
“F-fuck, Aether,” he moans. “Put me in your lap, wanna ride you.”
Aether pulls out and scoops up the little ghoul, hugging him close and shuffling to rest against the headboard. Dew slots his knees on either side of Aether’s hips, sitting on the tops of his thighs so their cocks lie next to each other. Aether groans and wraps a hand around them both, stroking lightly.
The fire ghoul gasps and looks up at him through long lashes. “Kiss me?” he asks, voice almost demure. Aether pulls him in by the back of his neck, nipping his bottom lip before licking hungrily into Dew’s mouth. Dew melts into it, rutting greedily into Aether’s hand and pawing at his chest. 
Aether growls and drops both his hands to Dew’s ass. He lifts him up and spreads his cheeks, dipping a calloused finger past his rim. Dew can’t help but keen.
“So open for me—wanna stretch your little hole over my fat knot,” he breathes against Dew’s mouth. The fire ghoul whines again, pressing down onto his finger. 
“Please, fuck please.”
Aether lines up the wide head of his cock and drops him onto it. He sinks all the way down with a choked-off moan, staring wide-eyed at Aether’s face, who’s looking down at where they’re joined with an open mouth. He drags his hands up to Dew’s waist, his touch suddenly soft and reverent.
“Dew,” he whispers, eyes finally tracking up to meet the little ghoul’s gaze. There’s pieces of golden hair falling in his face, tinged silver by the halo of moonlight around his head. It contrasts the coppery glow of his irises, barely visible by how wide his pupils are blown. His cheeks are flushed, lips pink and shiny. Dew’s fingers flex where they’re still perched on Aether’s pecs, his little chest heaving with each ragged breath. He looks so:
“Beautiful,” Aether murmurs, brushing away a strand of hair back behind his horns. “Fuck, fire lily, look at you . . .” 
That blush creeps further down his face, bleeding onto his neck. “Will you hold me?” It’s not a common request, but it makes Aether’s heart swell anytime he asks. 
“Of course,” he sighs, wrapping his arms around Dew and pulling him close, tucking his nose into that sweet smoky scent in the crook of his neck. Dew wraps his arms around his neck, his thighs tightening against Aether’s hips. The quintessence ghoul groans and his hips twitch up of their own accord, grinding his dick further into Dew’s ass. 
“Feels s’ good, Aethe,” Dew gasps. He mouths over his ear and clings on tighter to his shoulders. 
“So good,” Aether echos. He lifts Dew a little further up his cock, making room to thrust lazily into him. “Fuck, Dew, how do you feel so good.” The last word comes out as a broken gasp, matched in emotion by Dew’s near sob at the head of Aether’s cock dragging over his prostate. 
“Dunno,” he says dumbly, “just—fuck keep going, just like that.”
“Anything, anything you want.” Aether’s helpless to the change in emotion. Sure, Dew’s just as small in his arms like this, pink hole stretched tight around his cock which is quickly fattening at the base. He could easily pin the little ghoul to his chest and fuck into him with abandon; or, manually bounce him up and down his length just by gripping his hips. But the way Dew simply arches into him, kisses sweetly over the shell of his ear and the edge of his jaw, gasps each time the head of his dick brushes against the soft roll of Aether’s stomach—it’s enough to turn him sappy. 
“Can feel your knot,” Dew gasps after a few minutes of languid, measured rutting. 
“Uh huh,” Aether moans, pressing the knot more firmly against his ass, holding pressure. 
“Touch me when you put it in, wanna cum with you.”
“Oh Satanas, Dew, now, gonna pop it now, fuck, help me get it in, need you to—” Aether pushes down on his hips, feeling the bulb give slightly and sink further in. 
“That’s it, it’s gonna—”
“Yeah—”
“Aether, touch me, please it’s gonna—” Dew reaches back to pull on his rim, stretching himself just that little bit more until Aether sinks all the way in with a pained gasp. 
“Oh oh oh, Dew please please,” Aether babbles, fumbling to get a hand on the smaller ghoul. 
Dew whines as he strokes him loose and fast, coating his length with the precum that had been steadily running down the underside. 
“So tight, I can’t, ‘m gonna cum,” Aether cries.
“Me too, oh fuck, make me cum, Aethe, make me yours.”
“Mine, all mine, shit.” Dew digs his claws into Aether’s shoulders, and the little pinpricks of pain send him over the edge, shuddering and groaning as he cums deep in Dew’s ass. 
“Yesyesyesyes,” Dew chants, gasping when he starts shooting over Aether’s fist and onto his stomach. 
“So perfect, you’re so fucking perfect.” They’re both breathless, holding each other close and panting into fevered flesh. Dew hiccups with each aftershock, burning his face further into Aether’s heavy ozone-laden scent with each spasm. 
“Lucifer, Aether,” Dew breathes after a full minute, pulling back to look dazedly at him. He doesn’t say it outright, but the quintessence ghoul knows what he means to say. 
“I love you too, so fucking much.” The kiss they share only serves to solidify the sentiment—slow and passionate, clinging to each other as if just not close enough.
272 notes · View notes