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sexynetra · 1 year
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36. “Sometimes I can’t tell if I’m dating you or babysitting you.” SCREAMS sashnetra 🫣🫶🏻🫶🏻
I had maybe too much fun writing this one 🫣🤭 anyways I don’t know what this au is however whatever it is… I kinda love it. Also it’s in the same universe as the haunted house one. These girlfriends are menaces. :)
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Sasha was getting too old for clubbing. She’d much rather lounge on the couch in sweats, watching syndicated television and smoking the biggest joint she can roll. Clubs were too loud, too many people, and her body always aches for days after going out.
Unfortunately for her, her girlfriend was the perfect age to want to go clubbing every weekend.
Not that Sasha joined her every time. She had her limits after all. But she was hard pressed to say no when Anetra turned those big shiny brown eyes on her. Whenever Anetra gave her those soft hopeful looks, Sasha knew she would turn the world upside down to get her what she wanted.
So she found herself at the club, nursing a glass of white wine as she watched Anetra finish her fourth drink since they arrived. Anetra set the empty glass on the bar counter and spun around until she spotted Sasha, face lighting up as she weaved her way through the other patrons, coming up to Sasha and plopping herself down to settle on Sasha’s thigh, smiling goofily and leaning in to place a kiss on her girlfriend’s cheek as Sasha’s arm wound around Anetra’s waist, keeping her steady.
“You look so sexy, Sash. Everyone in this club is gonna be so jealous when I go home with you…” she giggled, leaning against Sasha.
Sasha couldn’t help but be endeared by the younger girl's antics, moving her free hand to push Anetra’s hair out of her face.
“Pretty girl,” she murmured, admiring the drunken glow radiating from the woman on her lap. “Such a pretty girl. I think it’s time to drink some water, okay baby?”
Anetra pouted immediately at that. “Don’t need water, Sash. Besides, Jell-O shots are half off right now…” she trailed off, wiggling her brows. When Sasha just cocked her brow at that, Anetra pout deepened, placing her hand on Sasha’s chest where her locket rested, turning those damn puppy dog eyes on as she looked at Sasha.
“C’mon babe, please? We’re out at a club and I want you to have fun too… we can get the shots and then go dance. I wanna show you off, make everyone here jealous.”
Sasha melted slightly as Anetra pleaded with her. She liked to think she was good at resisting people’s attempts to get their way, but that all flew out the window with Anetra.
“Sometimes I can’t tell if I’m dating you or babysitting you… one glass of water and then we can get the shots and I’ll come dance with you,” She murmured, pecking her lips.
Anetra rolled her eyes but smiled, giving a mock salute.
“Yes mommy,” Anetra drew out the name, watching the hunger flash behind Sasha’s eyes before turning away and waving over the bartender, a smug grin on her lips. After all, she knew exactly how to get whatever she wanted, and keep both her and Sasha happy.
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love-iathan · 11 months
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My friend sent me this went I pulled Al Haitham.
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(40$ down the drain for a man who wouldn't give me a second glace 😊)
Anyways, if you guys want a friend, I'm selling mine /j
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intotheelliwoods · 10 months
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snatched. dw his phone is ok haha
+ a low effort bonus
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Poptart had a good nights rest.. eventually....
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au where I don't leave all my work to the absolute last minute every fucking time
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waveoftheocean · 1 year
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06.10.23 happy birthday iwa-chan!! sorry for inflicting paperwork on you for your bday but at least you have oikawa to help (coughdistractcough) you 🥰
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certifiedcoffeeaddict · 7 months
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+ og post !
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sharksliveontrains · 1 year
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aftg is wild because kevin says "give your game to me." and "close your eyes and tell me what you see" and neil just says "you." and andrew has to watch the whole thing. and then andrew is the one he falls for.
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pyxaperson · 27 days
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I have recently been getting back into TMNT lately and whilst I haven’t caught up with all of the iterations yet, one consistency that I have noticed that keeps fucking me up is that every storyline that depicts the future for the brothers - Donnie always dies.
The Last Ronin comics are a given, considering it’s focused on Mikey’s grief with the death of his whole family - not just Donnie. But this consistency also exists in both RotTMNT and the 2003 iteration.
RotTMNT’s film depicts only Leo and Mikey as the only surviving members of the original family unit - not long before they both pass as well.
Whilst I am not familiar with the 2003 series (plus I don’t want to spoil myself too much), I understand that while Donnie didn’t died in “Same as it Never Was” - the people around still grieve his absence. Him being sent to the future directly caused not only the events of that episode to take place, but the erasure of a future Donnie to begin with; thus leading his brother to believe he died (again, that’s what I am pretty sure is going on).
The only exception to this rule was the 2012 series, and even that is loosely stated. Donnie is the only one to die due to the mutagen bomb. The only reason he was able to survive was due to his mind being connected to Metalhead and even then, he is still technically dead. The Donnie that we watched throughout the series and Donbot are not the same people. Donbot is just Metalhead with a dead teenager’s consciousness uploaded into it.
His survival was due to a lucky alignment of circumstances and despite it, he doesn’t even get to live.
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Enid: Some people perceive you as somewhat…
Wednesday: Tempestuous?
Enid: Heinous bitch, is the term used most often.
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brainrot-yumm · 1 year
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If you see these pictures on Instagram, no you didn’t <3. Please and thank you
Anyway here’s my Bowsette design that I’m madly in love with
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The gayest straightest gay couple ever lol
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uncanny-fellow · 1 year
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got some more red-hot memes for ya
Part 1
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zecoritheweirdone · 3 months
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ok i feel like. i feel like we're all ignoring the potential comedy of arthur's arm. like. yeah f in the chat and yeah he's incredibly terrified of mystery because of it. but like. once he gets over that. you're telling me arthur hasn't thought to try and hold it over the dog's head, like. at least once? like. "mystery i know you don't wanna help me do this thing, but like.... pleaseeeee? you owe me for the arm, you know."
anyway, semi-related to this– me and a friend had a silly little discussion(more like pseudo-roleplay,, sksjsksm),,, and it prompted me into making a little comic 'bout it,,, sksjsksjsk.
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scruncheduppaper · 10 months
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tf2 shitposting again
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cowboyskeletons · 3 months
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pair nettle with hemlock for a loved one who has been taken away too soon
pair nettle with oleander to warn someone that their betrayal has been discovered
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bogkeep · 8 months
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it was always a strange dichotomy. every middle school classmate i had told me i'd be a millionaire when i grew up, a Famouse Artisté. it's easy enough to imagine as a teen, i suppose: skill equals fame equals money. i was doubtful about this prophecy, not because i wasn't confident in my ability to draw, but because it was hard to imagine a world where i'd be paid for it.
it was an ice breaker game at summer camp. horrible one, really - everyone in a group were given a character profile. now we had to imagine that it was the zombie apocalypse, and the helicopter to safety was two seats short and we had argue why we deserved a spot. the character i got was an asshole doctor of some kind. i don't remember if i argued my way into the helicopter or not, but i do remember the feeling that's been hanging over me my entire life - if the apocalypse happens right now, i have nothing to contribute.
there's something really painful about it. i have cultivated a skill for my whole life, i can make art and tell stories that are entirely unique to me, there is no way to get someone else to create in the exact same way i can, and yet - i've contributed more to capitalist society by sitting in an empty hotel reception for eight hours a day.
which made me develop anxiety, to boot.
i illustrated two children's books. they're some of my best work. the contract i signed was industry standard and the indie author who had hired me was incredibly kind... but even after stock sold out i had earnt little more than some pocket change.
in high school we had an outing to dig our own snow caves that we would spend the night in. in teams, thankfully. i have so little physical strength to speak of, most i could do to help was clear away the snow rubble and toss it outside. i know, i know, my classmates reassured me it was an important job to do, i was an invaluable member of the group, sure - but it's that feeling, you know?
what would my task be in the communist solarpunk commune?
a person cannot be useless. it's a human being. they just exist, no ifs and buts about it. one can only be useless in the eyes of an ableist, capitalist society that sees no value in being alive beyond production and profit.
sometimes i receive messages from internet strangers to tell me something i said - often several years ago - was helpful to them. maybe it was a throwaway comment on a forum. maybe it was replying to a question they could've googled the answer to. maybe it was an encouraging reply to someone's artwork. turns out it mattered to someone. huh.
of course you can learn new skills. i have learnt plenty over the years! i have also learnt that there are limitations to what i can do. that some of the obstacles i face are not in fact obstacles everyone faces. it's not that i can't break tasks into smaller steps, it's more that half of those steps are going to be "rinse your hands because you Touched a Thing and now you're going to have to touch Another Thing." i wonder if that's adding to my cognitive load or something.
i was never raised to be a man, so by all accounts i do not understand why i'm so haunted by the spectre of toxic masculinity - what would i do if i was a medieval peasant and a war broke out? what if i was in a pre-historic hunter gatherer society and i was expected to hunt? what if i was a humble farm boy discovering the sword of the chosen one and the world depended on my non-existing courage to face certain death?
look, it's stupid. these are not scenarios i will find myself in. besides, pre-historic humans depended on community and taking care of each other. that's how we survive.
i'm not useless and i decided to make peace with being useless anyway.
we're surrounded by digital clocks. we can't really escape them. do we need watchmakers? would they save me a spot in the zombie apocalypse helicopter? no, don't answer that. i'm just happy i found something that requires a light touch and an observant eye.
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rebornrosess · 1 year
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“will you come with me, sporus?”
prints + ig
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