Re: the tags on the minecraft lapis sketch you just reblogged,
Youre forgetting a crucial element: an agate terrifies, a lapis terraforms! Of course a lapis would spend 10 hours on it, and she’d do a splendid job
OMG you're so right! To be fair, I've totally forgotten this line of "What's the Use of Feeling Blue?", even if I love this song. I don't listen to it often.
Then again, I really like the idea of Peridot showing stuff to Lapis Lazuli, like she canonically did with Camp Pining Hearts. So why not showing her Minecraft?
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Tim in Infinite Realms (Feeling like Alice tbh)
'Note to self' Tim thought as he stared up at the different shades of greens and black shifting sky above him as he ignored the aching his body was in from the rough landing he had to take 'Make sure to give Bart and Kon the slowest and mind-numbing missions for like a week once I get back.'
Tim often forgot his parents used to be accomplished archeologists before they died. (He really didnt, he just really didn't like acknowledging the fact they'd rather dig up buried things from ages ago over being in the same country as him for most of his life)
It wasn't until, as he and his old team ("Yeah! Young Just US together again. Time for a new insane adventure! Hey remember that one time with-" "Shh!!" "Ooohhh right... Forgot. What happens in YJ stays in YJ...") were assigned a new mission that he was reminded of this fact.
The mission was to locate a forgotten relic that apparently could open 'doorways' into different Realms, and one of them was a Realm of powerful undead that if controlled would be unstoppable. They were meant to find it before "insert 'creative name' cult of the week here please" Who planned on subjecting the world to its power.
Now knowing about the relic and finding it was two wholly different things. Tim and the others managed to uncover just enough about the artifact that Tim had manged to narrow down the last city it had been last recorded to be seen in.
And the city's old name was something that Tim thought sounded familiar.
It wasn't until they were digging into the countries archeologist permission records, meaning the people who were given the okay to dig in the historical site, that he found out why it sounded familiar, his parents names were some of the last to have been granted permission before their deaths, and it was then Bart had jokelying said
"Hey what are are the odds Robs parents stored the relic away ages ago! Would be a tiny bit funny if this all powerful item is just collecting dust in some warehouse."
And although it was meant to be a joke. Tim stared at the description of the relic and couldn't help but question perhaps there was some merit to it. Tim, for the first time in years, opened up his parents archeologist records and went to looking.
And low and behold they found out. Still sitting in a warehouse outside of Gotham, as if his parents were going to trust Gotham with important and priceless relics unless it was in their house to study later.
So in short, retrieving the relic should had been easy enough, get in and remove it from storage. Lock it away so the cult looking for the damn thing couldn't use it. Simple.
But trust Bart goofing around with Kon and accidently bumping into Tim when he was inspecting the relic and turning it on.
It apparently opened a glowing green portal... a portal that opened under Tim and dropped him into an entirely new dimension of the Undead... Great, just great.
"Ooo a visitor, we don't get breathing guests here all too often." A voice spoke out behind him, it held an echoing in its tone. He turned around and was meet with glowing eyes and snow white hair. "Although you should probably find a way home or else Walker will find you, knowing him he'll toss you in prison for just breathing, and I'm not joking."
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The Doctor: He [Isaac Newton] was, wasn't he? He was so hot. Oh, is that who I am now?
So what personality trait of his new regeneration is the Doctor mildly surprised by here? He doesn't sound shocked, but it seems to be enough of a difference to mention out loud. A lot of people seem to be interpreting the that as referring to being into guys. To be fair, I think that's how Donna understands it in her next line.
My understanding of the line is slightly different. Feeling attraction to men (along with other genders) is nothing new to the Doctor. Nine and Captain Jack Harkness kissed full on the lips onscreen! Look at any interactions between Ten and the Master. Consider that changing gender presentation is something that any Time Lord might do at any regeneration, so treating gender as a limiting factor in attraction wouldn't make sense for the Doctor.
No, what has changed is that Fourteen is the sort of person who will directly admit when he finds someone hot while gossiping with his BFF. Not brilliant, or fascinating, or even beautiful, but hot. That's what's new.
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spotted on the wall behind the white horse theater!!
Happy one year to Bolt in the Blue by @valeriianz ! Truly the best band au fics I've ever read, I am Endless' #2 fan forever (#1 is Hob, of course) 💙🎸✨
+ alt. colors for the flyer & other scans:
i love taking advantage of my art uni's massive (MASSIVE) scanners for literally anything i can. it's got the most gorgeous grit and scan banding that photoshop trickery cant replicate (though i try lol). so, yes, i literally printed out the b&w flyers, scanned them in, then added color and printed them again to stick on my wall haha.
when digitally adding color, i wanted it to really feel like black ink on colored paper instead of trying to print on color paper and then scan it again (i have done this before idk). i think the xerox-y look is pretty convincing! the green, pink, and purple are my personal favs.
an irl friend suggest i try non-black-ink versions to see what i liked. i think they look cool but some of the text gets a bit lost. still, i like the pale yellow+red ink one. (this almost makes me want to try riso printing this to see what it'd look like 👀👀).
^ this is what the white horse metal barrier edit looked like before I added the Huji Cam filter lol. it wasn't feeling convincing enough like this, so i actually took a photo of my laptop screen with the filter and somehow that looked more real than the actual shot from the show lol. (also, because i've stared at this screenshot for so long, the orange/yellow June 12th poster? is everything on it a reference?? loll)
anyway, had a lot of fun making this!! feel free to print if you want!! READ THE FIC EVERYONE GO READ BOLT IN THE BLUE RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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cw: reader implied to wear feminine clothing (skirt), afab reader, alcohol consumption, squirting, mean!character
(Drunk sex with your fav) Where you stumble into a random bedroom at someone's house party, he's carrying you up on his shoulders (stumbling) hearing you giggle at his antics.
He drops you on the bed gently, feeling his face flush looking down at you, leaning in to kiss you deeply, the carnal need to eat you up, rising inside of him. He hears the pounding of old school 'Flo Rida' resonating throughout the walls of the room as he stares down at you.
"Mmh, whose room is this~?",
You ask him, tone laced with giddiness, the alcohol making your body buzz with anticipation. As you grasp his face, leaving brief pecks on his lips. He hums, entertained by the way you oh-so-cutely leave smoochy sounds as you continue kissing him.
"Wanna fuck you here."
He leaves a peck onto the apple of your cheeks, groaning at the way your soft tits press against his chest as you arch your back into him.
"If we stayed downstairs any longer, I might've ended up fucking you over on the table in front of everyone"
His hand trailing up from your knee, groping your gentle thighs, the imprint of his fingertips moulded onto the delicate skin. Your breathing quickens as his hand reaches higher to slide underneath the hem of your skirt, lightly brushing against your clit through your thin panties, pressing onto it more firmly as you whine and cant your hips up towards his finger. He holds onto your hips with both hands, firmly pushing them down.
"Be patient baby, I'm not going anywhere yeah?"
You whine at his words, unable to move from his strong hold, one hand hiking the skirt up and brushing your panties to the side in one swift moment. You feel his warm fingers swiping up your clit, pushing it between your folds to collect your arousal and rub it against your nub, slowly.
"Ah..! Mm, come on.."
You try to entice him, moving your hips around with the limited movement you have. You hear a small huff leave his lips, his hands lifting up and coming down to make contact to your clit, the sensation of your clit getting slapped makes you moan.
"Mmph-! What was that for-"
He grips your face in one hand, positioning it so you're directly facing him. His eyes boring into yours,
"Don't be a bitch, I said be patient. Didn't I?"
He reaches for your pussy again, rubbing his fingers all over it, groaning at the wet clicking sounds as his rubbing increases insistently. You let our breathy moans against his ear, biting your lip, as you feel two fingers enter you suddenly. Your back arches at the sudden intrusion of his fingers, breath hitching.
"A-ah..! So mean.."
You whine again, hearing the wet clicking sounds of his fingers going in and out at a steady pace. You hear him breathing deeply against your ear, feeling his hardened cock brushing your inner thigh.
"Fuck that's it- you like that?"
He speeds up his fingers, arching them into a come-hither motion, noting the way you try to move your hips away from the stimulation.
"Hng-! Too much, it's-"
He leans into the crook of your neck, sucking on your pulse point, maintaining the thrusting of his fingers.
"Yeah come on pretty, you gonna cum from me just fucking you with my fingers? Yeah?."
He taunts you, moving his body up slightly to gaze at your face. Face flushed and turned away from him, the flush reaching to your neck from his actions and the alcohol, serving to spike your arousal, your hair sprawled out against the pillow. He bites his lip, as he sees you grip his wrist, attempting to find solace within the grasp until your legs kick out. Your mouth opened into a silent scream, squirting on his hands. More of the clear liquid gushing out as he continues to finger you, slowing down his movements, your body twitching and gripping his wrist tighter in a silent plea.
"Mm, that's my girl."
He pulls out his fingers, another groan leaves his lips from the way your walls tightened around his fingers, not wanting him to leave. He then observes the soaked sheets, the wetness pooling underneath your ass as he lightly chuckles.
"Someone's gonna have fun doing laundry"
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