The flower girl & the fighter ❤️

Sooooo I haven't moved on from the trolls world tour bounty hunters.

The reggaeton trolls and their really cool designs and music....

Hickory and Dickory's entire thing with playing the long haul in trying to get close to poppy to steal her string.......

THE KPOP TROLLS AND THEIR MISSED POTENTIAL AND AND THEIR DESIGNS AND THEY'RE REALLY CUTE AND LOVELY

And CHAZ THE FUCKING SMOOTH JAZZ TROLL!??!??!??!?! need I say more. I mean just look at him.

I am going to start. A fandom. Surrounding these guys. Just watch me.

They are so silly and I love them

Had me in the palm of your hand then

Why'd you have to go and lock me out when I let you in?

- all you had to do was stay

taylor swift

I rlly liked red hood the hill bc besides the gift it completely ignored everything else with the batfam which to meeee I’m taking it as the hill has been overlooked by the bats forever (see Orpheus rising) so yeah nobody there gives a fuck about those people and jason knows better than to bring that shit over there

shifty half elf dumbfounded after a night with his childhood crush

(nsft under cut)

i just drew porn all day yesterday as a break, help meeeee

will tumblr let me post nsfw stuff if genitals arent explicitly drawn. lets find out

can i just say i that in my mind Azula got her redemption arc after working on herself for years and years and getting the help she needed and now her and Zuko have a healthy sibling relationship BC THATS WHAT THEY DESERVE!!!!! they both deserve long happy and fulfilling lives after everything they fucking went through👿

I'm really gonna have to start writing nigelio fics cause there's like less than 50 of them and soon I'll have read them all

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So I’m only about a fourth of the way through the sun and stars and I cannot tell you how much I actually like that Nico and Will have issues. Like they’re not always on the same page, they unwittingly offend each other, they misunderstand each other, they’re afraid their relationship will fall apart - but they’re still a team and they try to reassure each other as much as possible.

Having doubts in a relationship is so common, even when you love the other person, and I really like that we kind of get to explore their differences and how they clash - and not just in a petty “I like doing this and he doesn’t” but in a fundamental “are we comparable” way

How did u meet ur bf?

he downloaded tinder as a joke and I was like at my tether abt to give up on ever finding love anywhere at all and when we met we had this insane emotional connection and really vibed and I was like that's it that's a wrap we got him

i wouldn’t even want it bc the less i have to see of jason or damian the better, but it’s absolutely insane that they haven’t utilized cass for a story with either of them.

I love 25ji sm and their group dynamic drives me crazy and I love the progression of their relationships and with all of that in mind I cannot Stand the idea of found family 25ji in their current state. Idk they just are too teenage friend group to me, if that makes any sense

Dcxdp where Danny has been working with a hero team (did Bruce adopt him? Did he help the teen titans and got told to join them? Idk) for less than a year, maybe they knew eachother for longer, but Danny has been living with them for some months.

Now, I imagined this as a "Danny has to flee to a different dimension after a giw attack/reveal gone wrong" but it can work with other scenarios, the important thing is, death days are important for a ghost's wellbeing, but nobody knows/remembers Danny's deathday or that it's important to commemorate the dead. Maybe he hasn't told anyone yet cause he doesn't want to be a bother, or doesn't trust them enough yet.

So Danny takes the matter on his own hands, each year he goes to a quiet corner of the local graveyard, where he has a piece of marble and a small vase, he usually buys some flowers for his memorial grave and makes some fudge as an offering.

This year wasn't gonna be different, he told his team/family that he was gonna spend the day out, he chose an elegant but comfortable outfit, made some fudge, and saved it on the fridge with a note that said "phantom, do not eat".

The next part might work better with a young hero team, cause despite the note, someone took a bite of the fudge for breakfast.

Danny clearly gets mad, they didn't know, but they just ate an offering, a great offense to the dead it was offered to.

It all ends in a big fight, Danny doesn't want to admit that it was an offering for himself (it just hurts to admit that nobody remembers his death), and the other person thinks he's just having a tantrum over some fudge, like, c'mon, they can make you some if it's SO important to you 😒

And I don't know how to end it cause it came to me while falling asleep and don't remember more T-T

I will happily admit that i am a pack animal through and through! Im not even extroverted but I love having people around me that i know I trust and trust me! I love community and sharing shit with people! Like why do ya’ll romanticize being loners so much?? During the pandemic I was genuinely miserable like who would want that??? My dream is to have a 3 acre piece of land with my friends outside a major city but not so far out that the city isn’t relatively accessible, where everyone has like 1/3 acre to themselves to make their little houses, but we also essentially share amenities and a community garden, maybe even some goats and chicken, I could walk down to one of my friends house after work and have a cup of tea, or we could build a community gym where we would workout together, Eventually when my friends who are planning on having children start squirting them out, I’d be there for them and help them however they’d like (within reason)! Have like a common area where we sometimes hang out together,(like the aforementioned gym, but also like a bbq area with a pool for summers, or just like a room where we can play games and drink hot chocolate in the winter), and go on vacations, Like does that not sound lovely?

more public sex with james please 🙏🙏

No :)

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Everyone is piled onto one large L shaped sofa in James’ living room, despite there being plenty of other seats available. James says it’s because you get the best view of the TV from where you are, but you’re convinced it’s some kind of ploy.

Sirius is sat to the left of you, James to your right and Remus to his right. There’s a pink sherpa blanket over your thighs, one that you’d offeredto the boys on either side of you, but they’d both refused, with Sirius claiming that he doesn’t need a blanket to watch a horror movie, and James saying he’d let you know if he gets too cold.

In all honesty, you’re not at all interested in the movie playing on the TV screen, despite the fact that you were allowed to pick the movie, one you knew would scare the life out of Sirius and Remus.

James’ thigh has been pressed to yours for the past fifteen minutes, and even through the expensive matierial of the blanket you can feel the heat that he’s somehow always radiating. It’s distracting, really, the way he touches you just oh so casually, like there’s no intention behind it at all. But you know better. There’s no way that he just so happens to repeatedly brush his hand slightly too high when stroking your thigh over the top of the blanket.

Quickly, but as nonchalantly as possible, you throw the blanket over his lap too, and swing your right leg over his knees. He’s suggested doing this sort of thing before; touching eachother in front of the boys, and you’ve always been eager but too apprehensive to actually try it yet.

“You sure about this?” James knows what you want. Somehow, he can always just tell. His hand is already underneath your skirt, on the brink of prodding the waistband of your panties. His lips are on your earlobe, breath fanning all the way down your neck and giving you goosebumps, “we can just go upstairs, you know the boys won’t mind,”

You don’t trust your voice. If you try to speak now, the sound that will come out will be nowhere near appropriate, so you just nod, slow and meek, and keep your eyes flitting to the boys on either side of you.

Your subtleties last not even a minute. The second James’ calloused fingers make contact with your clit, you let out a low, warbling whinge. All three marauder boys look at eachother and snicker. You don’t care about them knowing any more, you just smush your cheek against your boyfriend’s muscled pec.

“Needy, s’she?” Sirius has that toothy grin on, one that all the marauders know to be his ‘thinking dirty thoughts’ smile, “Moony can sort that out, y’know?”

You prove his point only moments later by grinding yourself against James’ fingers. He slips them over your slit, up, down, up, down, and finally allows them to circle around your empty, aching hole. A simply unholy sound leaves your mouth when he slips a finger inside, all the way in until his palm brushes your clit.

“Let them have their fun, pads,” Remus tuts, stretching his gangly arm around you and James to flick him on the shoulder, “you’re havin’ fun with Prongsie, aren’t you pet?”

“Yeah,” it’s barely even understandable, the high pitched preen you let out, but the boys always get you. James leans down, nosing alond your jawline and letting his teeth drag on the topmost part of your neck. He takes out his finger, and replaces it with two of them.

“Gonna show the boys how pretty you sound when you cum, love?” His fingers speed up, tapping against your gummy walls and grinding against your sweet spot. His other hand reaches round and tugs experimentally on the blanket still covering your modesty. He only removes it for the boys to see when you nod frantically against his chest.

“Already? Not even been five minutes, sweetness,” Sirius teases, eyes widening when he sees your pussy contract at his words.

“I think she just likes the attention,” James curls his fingers, using his knees to spread your legs further apart to show you off to his friends, “s’that it, honey? Y’want the boys to watch you get all desperate for my fingers? Want one of them to have a turn next?”

You choke back a sob as you finally cum around James’ fingers, barely even hearing the boys’ gasps of wonder as you gush creamyness around the rim of your puffy hole.

“So,” Remus clears his throat, “my turn?”