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stoopidstapler · 8 months
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SO IVE BEEN GOIN INSANE SINCE THIS TRAILER DROPPED. JUST. SIMON. SIMON. SIMON.
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just-bee-lieve · 2 months
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a peek into the au where mike works at the pizza plex and he and vanessa are work besties :^}
BONUS
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streetlight-halo · 3 months
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do you believe in god (or anything at all)?
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chestnutroan · 4 months
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neanderthal portraits in various states of complete
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drawnfamiliarfaces · 3 months
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Heroes of Millennium (HoM) AU
Act 1: What was left behind. - Part 1 <- Part 2 <- Part 3 <- Part 4 <- Part 5 <- Part 6 (here)
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antariies · 1 month
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lnfours · 2 months
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* ✰. — the valentine’s day date | l.n
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summary: if i was a bluebird, i would fly to you or part two to ‘the mini valentine’s day playlist’
warnings: language, fluff, fluff and more fluff. first i love yous!! i need this so bad.
masterlist | prev part | next part | listen to the soundtrack
˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
you were on the phone with p when lando knocked on your apartment door. you rushed to get it, heels clicking against the hardwood flooring. you opened the door and spotted him with a bouquet of roses in his hand. you smiled brightly up at him, letting him inside your apartment before speaking to p.
“p, hey, i gotta go, but ill text you okay?” lando could hear the girl talking on the other end as he closed the door behind him, “tell max i said hi. okay, love you, bye,”
you pressed the red button on your screen, “sorry, i swear i’m almost ready.”
he shook his head, “take your time, i’m a bit early.”
you leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips, smiling as you accepted his flowers, “thank you for the roses.”
he smiled against your lips, right back at you, “you’re welcome, baby.”
baby. yeah you weren’t sure if you were ever going to get used to that one.
you rushed to put them in a vase with some water, “i just need to find my lip lipstick and then we can go.”
he stood with his hands on your waist, pressing you against the counter of the island, “sounds good,”
you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck, fully caving into him, “i mean we have a little bit, right?”
he laughed, nose brushing against your cheek, “we do,”
“okay, good.”
he laughed softly, letting you pull him down to your level and press your lips against his. he kissed you just as passionately, your hands running through his curls as you let him slip his tongue into your mouth. you whimpered softly as he bit gently onto your bottom lip, leaving you wanting more as he pulled away slowly.
you took a minute to catch your breath, nose bumping against his again as one of his hands came up and tucked a piece of hair from your face. you swore you could stay like this forever. in fact, right now, this was all you wanted to do. kiss your boyfriend until your lips were numb and cuddle up next him with a good movie.
sure a fancy dinner downtown sounded lovely, but these were the moments you cherished most. and it was like lando could read your mind as he squeezed your hip gently.
“you wanna skip out on dinner and get some takeout? rent a movie or something?”
thank god he was on the same page as you.
“i’d love that more than anything,” you smiled, his smile beaming right back at you, “i just washed those sweatpants and the hoodie you let me borrow last week. want me to grab them for you?”
he nodded, letting you take his hand as he followed you down the hall to your bedroom. he sat on the bed as you rummaged through your closet. he took in the way everything in your apartment had a place, how you had little reminders of him speckled throughout the apartment after all this time. a photo strip from your first date hanging on the cork board above your desk, a framed picture of you and him with max and pietra from the wedding sitting on the dresser.
it made his heart clench, how open your arms were for him after a short amount of time.
he was falling in love. and you were too.
you reappeared, dressed in an oversized t-shirt and a pair of pajama shorts. you handed him the sweatpants and hoodie. he placed a hand on the back of your leg as you stood between his legs, looking down at him with the prettiest smile he’d ever seen.
“where’d you wanna order from?”
your nails scratched at his scalp, your fingers running through his curls. he was in total bliss as you twisted them around your fingers, you laughing softly at the way his eyes closed and he hummed contently before mumbling a soft, “your pick.”
you placed your hand under his chin, leaning down and pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. you giggled into his mouth as he pulled you on top of him, now straddling his lap as you kissed him with as much love you could shove into the kiss as possible.
“i love you,” he breathed when you separated. you felt your stomach do flips when his eyes met yours. gorgeous green eyes meeting yours as you smiled at him.
you had fallen in love with him, too. who couldn’t, really? he was everything you ever wanted, wrapped up with a nice little bow on top. it was impossible not to fall in love with him.
“i love you, too.” you finally spoke, now noticing the way your vision slightly blurred. you weren’t sure when you started crying, but he smiled gently at you as he took your face into his hands. he kissed you sweetly, eventually the kiss breaking when your smiles got too wide.
“wanna order the food?” he gently brushed his thumbs against your skin when you pulled away.
you nodded, “eventually,” you hummed, burying your face into his neck, his hands holding you as close as he could get you, “can we stay like this for a little while?”
he hummed, pressing a kiss to your temple, “we can do whatever you want, baby,”
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bri-in-ur-attic · 5 months
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A quick way to Sun (& Moon's) heart is being good w kids
Like cmon you can't tell me that these fellas wouldn't be down bad for someone who knows how to handle kids well but is also bubbly, match made in heaven 🎊🎊
Also this is my first official contribution to the DCA fandom *does the macarena dance*
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punkstylerecovery · 3 months
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Sometimes I forget, with all the big issues in my life, that the little issues make a big difference too. I get so distracted and overwhelmed because usually, I can't do anything about the big issues. But one of the reasons I'm so overwhelmed is usually because I also have to deal with all those little issues and I'm fighting to ignore that discomfort.
But when I focus more on making a difference with the little things, I feel like I'm much more in focus and living my life despite it all. Those little things pile up and even if it seems like such a small thing to change/address/ect, it's still me trying to change things in my life for the better and reminding myself there ARE things I can fix.
So for the rest of y'all, if you're feeling overwhelmed or stuck on an issue you can't seem to fix, try to eliminate or work on some of the smaller problems you deal with.
Clear your plate a little. Maybe you're just giving yourself a little more room to breathe, maybe you're doing that and giving yourself a new perspective on it all. Just like little joys matter, little annoyances do too; be aware of them.
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linorachas · 1 year
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morning was made. | bang chan
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ᦈ pairing — bang chan x reader
ᦈ genre — fluff, established relationship
ᦈ word count — 1.6k
ᦈ this was posted on ao3 loooong ago and i forgot i never posted it here lol. wrote this in 30 mins as a warm-up to get back into writing so it might be a lil over the place sorry ㅠㅠ no plot whatsoever just vibes in chan's arms
♬ now playing: morning was made (hush kids)
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When you wake up, there’s a koala by the name of Bang Chan hanging off you.
The sun has barely risen, but the sky is painted a light blue which tells you that the morning was about to come. You blink blearily, barely even awake, but the puffs of Chan’s warm breath on your neck tickled and the grip he had on your waist was getting just a tad bit too tight.
“Chan,” you groan quietly, wiggling, but his hold on you doesn’t budge. If anything, it just tightens.
Chan grunts at your constant prodding, lips already pursed into a pout even though his eyes are still squeezed shut. His curls brush against your cheeks when he moves even closer.
“Chan, oh my god,” you laugh, slightly more awake now. You rub the sleep off your eyes, mentally planning how to escape from your boyfriend’s death clutch. “Baby, you gotta let me breathe.”
You manage to wiggle an arm free, using it to slide your hand through Chan’s hair and scratch at his scalp while continuing your calls. You were hoping this was enough to gently wake him up, but it seemed to do the opposite, because Chan just snores. Loudly.
So with no other option left, you tug. Hard.
“Ah!” Chan yelps, jerking his face away from your neck, yet his arms still don’t move an inch. He whines, eyes squinted. “Ow, Y/N, what was that for?”
You bite back a smile at his puffy face. “Let me move, please. I’m sure we’re both stiff from being in the same position for so long.”
You had both passed out early in the evening last night, exhausted after a day’s worth of activities. It was rare that the boys had a day off, much rarer when they could spend it with you, so you all made the most of it and jam-packed your day yesterday.
And as much as you all wanted to stay awake, the boys had a schedule today, and you were kind of dead on your feet. So by 9 pm, the lights were out, and you and Chan had crawled into each other’s arms and slept like babies.
But your early bedtime didn’t seem to be enough, because Chan stubbornly refused to open his eyes, even as he pushed his head into your palm. You soothe the pain in his scalp with the pads of your fingers when he whines again, and you apologize quietly with a kiss to his cheek.
This finally gets him to move though. Chan lies on his back, arms slipping away from your waist so he could stretch. You copy his movements too, mostly stretching your now free limbs, but you yelp when Chan pulls you back in his arms with a simple tug to the wrist.
He slides an arm under your neck this time, pulling you close by the shoulder. Weak as ever, you melt into his embrace easily.
Chan sighs after a while, eyes still closed. “W’time issit?”
“Early.” You lean up to press a chaste kiss to his cheek, to which he makes a noise at and snuggles closer. “Back to sleep.”
Chan makes an incoherent noise as a reply, and you watch fondly as his breath evens out in just a few minutes. Soon enough, he was back to snoring.
You envied that a bit, though. Once you were up, it was hard to get back to sleep. Even when sleep begged to pull you back to dreamland, your eyes still droopy, you didn’t want to waste the day, especially right now when getting a moment alone with Chan felt like it could only happen once in a blue moon.
So you were content to watch the rise and fall of your boyfriend’s bare chest, his steady heartbeat heard clearly from where your head was resting against his pec.
This, you think faintly, will always be better than a good dream.
But in the end, you still doze off. Chan’s warmth was lulling you to sleep, and you were helpless to the comfort that he provided. Your body was too relaxed to not succumb to the shackles of sleep, because you knew that here, in Chan’s arms, you were safe. There was nothing in the world that could hurt you and take you away from him right now.
When you wake up again, the sky is yellow, and you are still in Bang Chan’s arms.
You sigh, too content and warm and happy in your position. But you could hear some bustling outside— most likely Minho who tended to wake up early on days with a schedule— so you knew it was time to get up, no matter how much you wanted to stay in bed.
Chan’s grip on you was looser than it was last time, but it was you who didn’t want to move. You were far too comfortable and the kitchen was too many steps away and preparing food was going to take too long, but then-
Pots bang outside. Silence, then a muffled argument. You hide a snort in Chan’s collarbone.
Yeah. It was time to get up.
Speaking of Chan, he continues to snore away, legs tangled in yours as he clutches you to his chest. With a sigh, you gently squirm out of his hold, pressing a kiss to his chest as you begin to sit up. You stretch your legs with a groan, mentally preparing yourself for the cold now that you didn’t have Chan basically burritoed around you. You set a foot down on the floor, ready to leave-
-but then an arm wraps tight around your waist, dragging you back down on the bed with a tug.
Chan huffs against your neck. “Where’re you goin?”
You startle. “Have you been awake this whole time?”
“Nah.” Chan mumbles, but then pulls back to look at you suspiciously, puffy eyes narrowed. “Why? Were you doing something suspicious?”
“Yes,” you snort, but don’t elaborate further. Chan squawks when you try to get out of his hold again, and you half-groan and half-laugh when he refuses to budge. “Yah, let me go. I need to cook breakfast. Our kids are gonna wake up and start throwing tantrums soon.”
It’s silent for a moment, and you would have thought Chan had fallen back asleep if it wasn’t for the smile you felt pressed against your skin.
You blink. “What?”
“Our kids?” Chan repeats, and you flush a bright red.
“Yeah, well-“ You splutter, caught off guard. “Ou-our kids are gonna starve soon if you don’t let me out of this bed.”
Chan just shakes his head, messy hair flying everywhere. “Minho’s old enough to cook now.”
“And Minho’s going to break down this door and drag you both out of bed to help him cook if you don’t get up in the next minute!”
You and Chan startle at the voice just outside the door, unmistakably Minho’s. You both gape at the door.
“Were you just standing there and listening to us, you creep?!” Chan exclaims, and Minho scoffs.
“I was on my way to wake you so we can eat, but I had to stop and listen first lest I open this door to see your cock and balls-“
“Okay!” You scream, interrupting Minho before he could go on any farther.
“Two minutes!” Minho shouts from outside the door, banging it on twice for good measure. “And no funny business! Keep your dick in your boxers, Bang Chan!”
You feel your face heat up as you hear scandalized shouts from outside— a sharp “it’s six am! Six! ” from Jeongin, a cut-off “He’s getting some this earl-“ from Hyunjin— and protests from the others who have woken up as well.
Chan buries his squeaky laugh against your neck, shoulders shaking with laughter. You shove at his chest with a groan, though the corners of your lips are quirked.
He barely budges from your shove, but he pulls you close again like you’ve been separated. “Our kids are awake, it seems.”
“Awake and already this annoying. Let me go, Bang. I need to shove some food in their mouths to shut them up.”
Chan surprisingly relents at that, turning around abruptly and clutching the blankets to his bare chest. Cold air crawls up your arms, and you miss his warmth almost immediately.
“Fine.” You feel and hear Chan’s pout despite not seeing it, and you try in vain to suppress a grin. “Leave me here. Cold. And alone. I could die, you know. I guess you want me to die.”
You laugh, curling behind Chan’s back and sliding your hand up his chest, relishing in his shiver. “Come on, you big baby. Get up in five minutes and wake your other kids up. Long day ahead of you.”
You slip away after a prolonged kiss to Chan’s cheek, squeezing his bicep as you get up. You’re just opening the door when Chan says something unintelligible, making you halt.
“What was that?”
“Ours.” Chan repeats, and your heart skips. “Our kids.”
Though you knew he was teasing you for the slip, you still see the tips of his ears redden. The smile that blooms across your face this time can’t be stopped, and you’re positive your face is just as the same shade of tomato as his is, but you still tap the doorway, teasing.
“Five minutes then, daddy. Our kids are waiting.”
And like any unfortunate event, Hyunjin chooses to pass by at that exact moment, freezing in his tracks when he processes what he just heard. Your mouth snaps shut, and you close your eyes as you pretend the Earth swallows you whole. Chan peeks from behind the blanket and starts laughing.
“Oh my god. She does have a daddy kink!”
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spaciebabie · 2 years
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Super Secret After Credits Sequence Haha Funny
Start / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Aftermath / Super Secret After Credits Sequence Haha Funny (you're here!)
y'all better TRUST you're getting smooched till the lights go out. w/all that buildup n tension? now that he's got his hands on you it's gonna get WICKED-
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humanmorph · 8 months
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"[high pitched and tinny] Let’s dive in. Let’s dive in. It’s time to dive in. Get ready to [audio distorts and slows] dive. Diiive. Diiiiie…" (The Road to PALISADE 20: City Planning Department)
so that's what i've been working on for the past 2 weeks! i wanted to draw something for this intro ever since i first listened to it (as a companion piece to my other gur drawing, though it of course ended up being way bigger in scale), but it only really gripped me about halfway through PALISADE ep 18. the next morning after that i listened to this narration on repeat for about 45 minutes and then made a big sketch on 4 sheets of paper at my desk at work.
anyways, i haven't listened to the new episode yet but i think i'm probably ready for whatever they're gonna throw at us with the next sortie. i'm gonna believe, against it all, in millennium break. for gur
(i recommend listening along while scrolling! + transcript btw. if anything is hard to read)
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saintsyx · 1 year
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skin tight, connie springer.
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⸻ connie x fem!reader (black intended)
cw: nsfw/smut, penetrative sex (p in v), use of petnames (baby, pretty), on&off relationship, explicit language.
wc: 615.
♫: skin tight - ravyn lenae ft. steve lacy.
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connie loves missionary.
he loves watching his dick slide in and out of you. he loves watching how your pretty face screws up everytime his fingers stimulate your clit. he loves bringing you to a climax, loves feeling your pussy twitch around his dick. and oh, how he loves hearing his name spill from your lips over and over again.
despite the ups and downs of your relationship (if you could even call it one), connie keeps finding himself wanting you. craving you. he also loves being entangled in the wreck that is the two of you — whatever the 'two of you' is.
and he knows you love it too.
the more connie thrusts into you, the more you struggle to stifle your moans. and he's not having any of that.
"hey. c'mon, pretty. don't do that," he says softly, removing your hand from your mouth to place it above your head. "let me hear how good i make you feel, hm?"
"connie—fuck," you sigh, as he places sloppy kisses along your jaw.
"mhm. i know, baby. i know," he coos, dragging his thumb over your clit. "tell me how much you missed me."
"so muchhh. missed you so much—ohmygod, connie! right there," you whine, acrylic nails digging into connie's back. your legs wrap around his torso habitually, needing him closer to you, deeper in you.
your seraphic voice is music to connie's ears, driving him to snap his hips into you with more passion than before. your pussy responds by squeezing around his dick, eliciting a slew of curses from his mouth.
"s-shit. if you do that, i'm gonna cum," he groans, quickening the pace at which he plunges himself into you. your creamy arousal coats his dick, sticking to your inner thighs and his abdomen.
your eyes snap shut as you feel your climax edge near. attentive as ever, connie knows you're about to come undone, so he raises your leg higher, allowing him to hit your sweet spot with greater fervor. an enchanting man, connie was. he always knew exactly how to coax you into cumming all over his dick, and he loves when you make a mess of it.
"look at me." connie prompts you to open your eyes. you do, and he's transfixed by your blissed-out expression. your eyes are glazed over, and it's how you gaze up at him that makes connie completely melt. "perfect. you're so fuckin' perfect." he breathes, locking his lips with yours in a fervent kiss.
it's not long before you begin trembling beneath connie as your orgasm ripples through you, and you let out a hoarse moan into his mouth. he's still fucking you relentlessly, though his thrusts quickly grow more erratic. your pussy flutters around his dick as he rides you through your high, and your lips part from connie's; you're too fucked out to focus on kissing him back.
connie's placing open-mouthed kisses from your cheek to your neck, before moaning your name into your ear. with one final stutter of his hips, he cums inside you, filling you up with a low "fuuuck". ecstasy courses through his body, and connie releases his grip on your thighs. his shuddering body goes limp, resting his head in the crook of your neck.
the two of you lay just as you are, spent. thin sheens of sweat glisten on your body, and the skin-to-skin contact only enhances the sticky feeling. your breathing syncs with his. you and connie stay like this for a while, just being. you raise your hand to his hair, lightly scratching his scalp with your nails. he hums contently, and his eyelashes brush against your skin as he opens his eyes slightly.
"you're... still blocked." you mumble.
"mm. whatever you say, love."
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mftm1987 · 15 days
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you guys wanna see my peche cassette collection im very normal
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lysergiderdaydreamer · 2 months
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Been drawing a lot to cope recently
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Unhinged “trust me, I’m a doctor” scientist & their partner whom they perform questionable experiments on is my favorite dynamic
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