THEY HUGGED AND LAUGHED AND GIGGLED GIRLS I'M NOT STRONG 😭😭😭

"I’ve tried spending more time with dad in my dreams and in my art. But he’s- god, he’s impossible. Just give me a straight answer, man. A word, a gesture, a look at your face even. I think he was like this in real life, Cecil. I think his ambiguity, his vagueness, is why mom hated talking about him. He's not enigmatic or magical. He is fucking frustrating. All these cryptic images, but I don’t think there’s much to understand about an absent father."

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johto’s champion and chronicler for the deity of the ilex shrine, it’s lyra!🌿

this one took me a while due to trying out different techniques (studying a Lot of art nouveau) and making a couple changes to her outfit (the details help), but I’d like to think she’s learned a lot in her journey and wanted to reflect her experience more in her champion fit

her specialty would be in fairy types and her meganium’s divergent evolution is grass/fairy 🧚🪷

and a bonus w/ the johto gang after the photoshoot!

do you ever think about how strong Leo's hands are? how nimble? how thick? given their size and shape; the bone structure under those finer muscles. those fingers of his would be calloused at the base of each digit, inside the creases that cut across his palms, all from wielding those swords of his.

do you ever think about what it would be like coming home from a long workday and seeing your boyfriend, leonardo, greet you with a warm smile, an even warmer embrace, making sweet lines over your back with those firm hands of his as you melt into his plastron. the way he would press firm lines over the aching muscles down the backs of your ribs as he holds you.

he guides you by the hand towards the couch, prompting you to lie face down on your belly so as to grant himself easy access to work over the shape of your body with his hands. lithe fingers grace across the back of your t-shirt, pressing lines along your nervous system like he's mapping out each and every stem. drawing firm circles, he kneads through the tension gathered around each tightly wound muscle.

you relax. going pliant under his touch.

slowly, he encourages you to move as he strip's you of your clothes. displacing garment after garment, he undresses you as if you were a carefully wrapped present, until all that's left between his hands and your body is the heat radiating off your skin and the unspoken promise left by the weight of his hands; the grooves of his scales. you shudder at the touch of them now as they find naked skin, only relaxing once more— moments later—when you feel them making those same shapes up and down your back.

you almost drift into a sleep from how good his hands feel, and that's when he finally finally ends this little charade.

moving to his knees, he kneals on the floor beside the couch, leaning down to press a chaste kiss against the soft curve of your cheek, whispering words of adoration, "mi hermosa... mi preciosa..." then, in the same gesture, you feel those lithe and tactile fingers of his, dip down under the waistband of your panties, running along the curve of your ass, and pushing between your slickening folds. probing in and out, in and out, slow as he coils into the wetness. it's frustrating; how he can't attend to your clit from this angle, but insists on moving his finger in and out, in and out. the dissatisfaction pulls you back from sleep just as quickly as those firm hands of his had pushed you into it.

eyeing him, and just a little pouty from it, you roll to your back, granting him access to dip his hands into the fabric from the front.

"that's my good girl," he churrs, "so honest. so needy." his fingers work you over so much better from this position, dragging wet circles over your clit with the slick taken from you soaking cunt. his mouth finds yours in a heated kiss, and like an obedient little thing, the sounds from your lips spill, honest and needy, ringing true to the way he'd pronounced.

"that's it," he pants into your mouth, "let it out. let me know how good it feels. how much you want it." his fingers dip down to press into your aching cunt, pushing, curling, fucking; his fingers pumping into you, nice and firm, as his thumb draws circles against your clit, and the words of praise fall from his mouth like sunlight through a canopy, easing away the negativity thoughts that had began to cloud your every though. "fuck, you sound so good. smell amazing. my pretty girl. can't get enough of my fingers..."

his name is a shameless cry on your lips, and it isn't long before you're coming from his hand, clenching around his thick and calloused fingers as his palm presses firm against the nerves in your clit. with heavy breaths, you watch when he eventually goes to remove his hand, and see his tongue come out, hungry and red to lick the slick juices from his fingers one by one, before he smiles and tells you he wants to taste more.

I finally watched the episodes. And might I say, I see why people started shipping those two...

DONNA MURPHY IN FOLLIES, I REPEAT DONNA MURPHY IN FOLLIES

On June 20th, 2024, Transport Group will stage a one-night-only concert at Carnegie Hall. The cast will feature our beloved Divas in unannounced roles, including Donna Murphy, Katie Finneran, Karen Ziemba, and Carolee Carmello.

Full cast: Julie Benko, Mikaela Bennett, Michael Berresse, Alexandra Billings, Klea Blackhurst, Harolyn Blackwell, Stephen Bogardus, Norbert Leo Butz, Len Cariou, Carolee Carmello, Jim Caruso, Nikki Renée Daniels, Christine Ebersole, Katie Finneran, Santino Fontana, Alexander Gemignani, Miguel Gil, Olivia Elease Hardy, Erika Henningsen, Grey Henson, Fernell Hogan, Jennifer Holliday, Rachel Bay Jones, Isabel Keating, Adriane Lenox, Norm Lewis, Ryan McCartan, Donna Murphy, Thom Sesma, Barbara Walsh, Nina White, Jacob Keith Watson, and Karen Ziemba.

No questions. I'm just attempting to kill a man or two by pulling this out of my sleeve >:)

hoooooolllly fucking shit, mayhem you absolute madlad

i don't even know what to say about this. i'm stunned into silence. i'm shook. i'm just staring at it. this is so much to cope with on a tuesday afternoon

@magnusbae come get yeeted off a cliff

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @justonemorechapternicercy !!!!!!!! 🥳🎉✨✨✨ I hope you have an awesome birthday today!!! 🥹💙 And I hope you enjoy what I managed to put out akshsks 💀 I love youuu mwah!!! 💙💖💙

About Black Dahlias and Red Anemones

by Geneviev on Ao3

Percy is ready for death - he knows that neither Nico nor Rachel is in love with him, but he is not able to let his feelings go.

Who would have thought that in the end, it would be Will who helps him get the boy - and the girl?

Art without the text under the cut 💃✨

Wallace shitpost before I explode I love him so much

OH MY GOD OKAY IT'S HAPPENING EVERYBODY STAY CALM

forcibly putting yagami into a smap performance outfit

going from my cool transgender college dorm to the Weird Old White Men Convention is soooo freaky like why am I experiencing misogyny for the first time

note that i will only ever call mithrun "stupid" jokingly. by "stupid", i only mean "frustrating behavior that i am immensely familar with". seeing him do something that makes me groan aloud, closing my eyes, sighing "stupid (affectionate, mournful)". like when he fucking... his dumbass "i don't want to [use the bathroom] right now, so it's fine." oughh. i know you! i know you! that's not how that works!!! and he's smart!!! he's so smart... but god, god... he's kind of an absent professor. he's kind of a cloudcuckoolander. i love him dearly. he gets called a dummy, a little idiot, and i flick his forehead, a little bonk of hard-heads, like "try again, idiot. that's not how bodies work." and "ooh, 'that's not going to work'. yes it is. shut up, stoopid. stubborn little man, my god." rolling my eyes forever.