For the ask game

🩵 🧚‍♂️ 🔐

Please and thank you.

I didn’t forget, I was trying to avoid spoiler’s for stuff.

🩵 do you have any pets?

Not anymore. We had to put down our shiba in December 2019. It still hurts. She loved the first 6 years of her life in a puppy mill. Even though we had her for 11 years, she was 17 when she passed. It still doesn’t feel like it was enough to erase her first bad 6 years.

I can’t open my heart to such heart break again.

🧚‍♂️ favorite characters of all time

I think David and Patrick will own my soul for a while, followed by the Heartstopper characters.

🔐 something no one would guess about me

Ohh I don’t know. I’m kind of an open book. I’m short, love roller coasters, and after watching Heartstopper season 2, I think I’m Isaac. And that’s some stuff to unpack right there.

Please elaborate on your twst Pokémon headcannons I’m very interested

I had planned on drawing everyone for this (I made a LIST!) but it. hasn't been going well. 💀 soooo here's what I have so far!

Riddle - Roserade (I was going with 'no legendaries', otherwise I would've given him a Shaymin) (and I don't think Togedemaru is actually a hedgehog or I would've given him one of those too) (...they kind of do fit though. hmm.)

Trey - Alcremie (clover/mint cream + strawberry/ruby cream)

Cater - DITTO SQUAD! DITTO SQUAD! DITTO SQUAD!

Ace - Impidimp (I feel like there's probably a better one for him, but I can't think of it)

Deuce - Scraggy (meanwhile I KNOW deep in my heart that this is true)

Leona - Pyroar (but like. a nasty Pyroar. just a grizzly old Pyroar with the shittiest attitude imaginable. they pretend to hate each other but secretly they are a bonded pair, do not separate)

old comic that i never finished😭😭 don’t expect it to make sense

i thought it would be nice to show it since i like how the drawings look😭!!!

Ragh Barkrock to Gorgug Thistlespring in Freshman Year VS. Gorgug Thistlespring to Mary-Ann Skuttle in Junior Year

One of these days, someone is finally going to create a faithful screen adaptation of Dracula. The found family will be prioritized. Dracula will be horrifying, not just alluring. There will be nods to the queer undertones and gender role fuckery of the book. All three suitors will be present and accounted for in all their bumbling, gun-totin', well-meaning glory. Mina Harker will be just as brilliant and sweet and badass as her book counterpart. Jonathan Harker will not be shoved to the side but recognized as the determined, devoted, strong character that he is. Lucy Westernra will not be reduced to a slut who got what she deserved and her loss will be profoundly felt in the narrative. There will one day be a screen adaptation of Dracula that recognizes that this story was never about him. Dracula is the name on the cover but it was never about him. It was about the kind, cunning, and brave group of friends who, when faced with unspeakable horror, came together and defeated it.

There will one day be a screen adaptation where Quincey Morris gets to kill Dracula.

Deep Cut goes holiday shopping

superboy (1994) #85 (my beloved)

i still think abt this line so much. hey kon? why would u say this? hey kon do you think thats a normal thing to say about your boy bestie? kon why would u say this out loud. kon?!?

Sleep well knowing you have converted a former Shuro hater (Anime Watcher that previously saw the Big Argument from a series of manga caps that had no context n thot he was being needlessly cruel)

Yeah! He was definitely being mean but like idk I don't think being a bitch while stressed and hangry is the worst thing in the world. He said a lot of stuff but ended up leaving them be and offering to help hide them from the elf cops in the end, so.

Anyways now see him chibi style

just your friendly neighborhood teetlez...and April and Mayhem

Cannot stop thinking about making a really submissive Bucky cum until he can't anymore 😵‍💫

I love the thought of working load after load from him and the way that he'd go from being pretty quiet and composed to whimpering and writhing, unsure if he needs more or less of your touch.

Getting him to a stage where he feels empty. He feels like he has nothing left to give you. You've made him watch as you jerk him off with a delightfully lubed hand, squeezing and tugging until his cock is twitching and throbbing and shooting thick, messy stripes of cum against your palm. You don't stop after he's finished though. His release only makes the glide of your hand smoother and the sight of his own pearly cum being worked back over his cock makes him hard again in no time.

"Please." He groans, throwing his head back, exposing his beautiful throat. Your hand tightens around his cock involuntarily and you find yourself almost wishing you had your other hand around his neck. "Please don't make me cum again. I-I can't."

Bless him, his strong thighs are twitching, his muscles tense, trying to force his body to listen to his brain for just a second.

"Sweetheart, I don't think you're empty yet. You gave me so much cum just a few minutes ago." You let yourself give in just a little, leaning over and kissing along the column of his throat, enjoying the light salty perspiration against your lips.

Bucky rolls his hips but it's hard for him to tell if he's trying to lean into your touch or away from it. In truth, he loves feeling like this. He loves having his cum milked from him and having no choice but to enjoy the mind numbing pleasure of your body.

His thighs are streaked with evidence of his own lust and he's almost ashamed that he's still hard. Not just as hard as he was when you started though.

"F-Fuck." The slick sound of your hand pumping him quickly is overwhelming. Your grip is tight on his shaft while you cup his balls, squeezing and teasing them gently, encouraging them to work overtime for you.

"I can't cum again. I can't." Bucky pants, whimpering when he forces his eyes to meet yours again.

"You told me that last time. I'm not sure when you decided it would be a good idea to lie to me but I promise you, it isn't." Your tone would make him tense but he's tense already, trying to hold back an orgasm he truly doesn't need.

"This is the last orgasm I want from you. You can manage it for me, can't you?" You sound so sincere this time, he can't help but agree.

"Good boy. Now cum nice and hard for me. I want to hear how pathetic you sound."

For the next few minutes, there are no sounds except the delightfully wet sound of your hand working lube and cum against his dick and the frantic moans of a man reaching a level of pleasure that verges just nicely on painful.

When he does cum, you let it splash against your palm once more and you notice how little he's able to provide you with. He's entirely empty, legs shaking but babbling how grateful he is for the way you touch him.

Now that he's spent, it feels like your turn to enjoy yourself while he watches and nothing sounds better than touching yourself with the hand that's covered in his cum.

I think I—

GOD. MY HEART. 

He nearly says it. He nearly says ‘I think I ought to stay.’ But Metatron is walking off, very deliberately walking off without giving Aziraphale any time to respond. 

GOD.

love reaching into the past

@ruhlare // call me maybe by carly rae jepsen // a love story by ilenia tesoro // @bowsersex // sweet dreams, tn by the last shadow puppets // how i met your mother "the time travelers" // @mclennonyaoi // smoke signals by phoebe bridgers // @equatorjournal

his eyes are higher doctor 🙄

some old pre-s2 ‘concept art’ about surviving a storm..

i love that the twins dont fight physically because everyone knows that dee would snap dennis in half like a glowstick. it would be a massacre too traumatic to air on television. she would have him crying on the floor in 3 seconds i know her kicks are lethal and she bites like a rabid skunk….she would pull his hair so hard it all falls out and hes left bald and whimpering. i rlly hope that one day dee just snaps and beats his ass but i respect her for every time that she doesnt. but in my mind im always thinking of dee wrestling dennis in that fountain

NO OTHER BOY W/ CHOSO

summary: choso finds out what a period is and takes care of you ୨ৎ

content: fem!reader , reader has bad cramps , fluff , reader has mood swing , not proof read 𓏲 ࣪₊♡

notes: this was a little self indulgent…⊢ ✶ ˖ ࣪ ☁️

“so your bleeding?” asked choso , looking you up and down with pinched eyebrows as he laid next to you. You nodded, pressing the pillow to your stomach trying to take your mind off the pain that was racking through your abdomen. You’d recently started dating choso kamo, who didn’t have much experience with well, anything. Especially not menstrual cycles. So when he found you the bed, rolling over and letting out pained groans and going through what seemed like 3 different emotions at once, he’d almost called 911. You’d notice his panic and quickly that what you were going through was, normal, which took him some convincing. “And this is normal, like you’re completely fine?” Your boyfriend queried, still having an incredulous look painted across his handsome features. You could see how this could be conflicting to him, it was like that for you too when you were younger, but after however many years of going through this every month it became less and less of a phenomenon for you.

“More or less, but you don’t need to freak out. This happens once a month for about a week. You get used to it after a while, but sometimes, take that back, most of the time it’s an inconvenience.” You reassured him before wincing at another spasm in your lower stomach. He frowned, obviously not thrilled with this revolution. “Is there anything I can do to help it, subside? He offered, moving the pillow on your stomach and replacing it with his big, warm hands. It was a kind gesture, and helped you calm down as you felt your stomach contract. “Uhh..no-not much. Maybe a snack?” You suggested, your eyes searching his.

Since that moment, choso made it his personal mission to treat you like a princess for the rest of the week. ( he already spoiled you all the time, but you get what I’m saying ) He brought you all your favorite treats. Sweet pastries with tiny rocks of sugar that coated the top. Your favorite iced coffee drinks, and anything else that you craved. He made sure to postpone all other activities that week, just to cuddle and spend time with you. Once on your really heavy day, he stayed with you until you fell asleep, just to run out to the store and buy you something. You woke up a bit before he returned and you cried the entire time. Some reasonable, mature part of you knew that he’d be back, but that part of you had buried herself deep inside of you for the week. You cried and cried, and he did come back, he was utterly confused. He had a white bag in his hand, but dropped on the floor and came rushing over to you.

“Why are you crying, I only left for a bit?” He asked you, rubbing his back and comforting you. You hiccuped and buried your face into his chest. He was throughly bemused at your sudden outburst of tears. You guessed you didn’t give him much closure on mood swings. He didn’t ridicule you though, just making sure your stomach felt okay and that he was here now with you and everything was going to be all right. “Look babe, I bought you this.” He grabbed the plastic bag and opened it to reveal a stuffed animal, your favorite in fact, that had a little opening on its back.

“You can put it in the microwave, and it’ll heat up and you can use it for your cramps.” He informs you, taking it out of the cardboard container it was in. “Here I’ll warm it up now for you.” You couldn’t help but feel tearing up in your eyes again. No other boy has ever taken care of you as diligently as him. He’s been by your side for the past couple of days, murmuring praises in your ears and helping you sleep. You sniff and all those feelings take form.

When he comes back, he sees you with yours eye glassy and tear-stained cheeks. He takes a long look at you, but says nothing before positioning himself next to you. “So you gonna tell me what’s wrong?” He asks, nothing making eye contact while he places the heating pad stuffie on your abdomen. You feel your lip wobble slightly and the words come rushing out at the same rate of your tears. “You’re just so sweet. Taking care of me like this Cho’. ” You confess, once again burying your face is his chest.

Choso felt his heart melt. He didn’t realize it had meant so much to you, it seemed like the bare minimum to him, but he grateful accepts your words. “shhh..don’t cry please. I’m doing this ‘cus I love you.” he presses a kiss to your warm, salty lips. “I love you so, so much.” You kiss him back, just a little softer. “I love you too Cho’.