#you’re welcome or i’m sorry
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I am inflicting, or perhaps bestowing, upon you: Garrus as various unnecessarily sexualized references that come up if you look up refs of women with guns :)
(( @milkywayes i know we’ve like almost never interacted but the silly comment i left on your post would Not leave my brain. I need to show u what you inspired ))
#you’re welcome or i’m sorry#look at that high waisted man! he has feminine hips#top 10 birthday gifts for your alien boyfriend who you aren’t even sure celebrates birthdays: big gun.#turians look all big and intimidating until you draw one and have to figure out how to make them not look like they’re going OWO#why did i put so much effort into this#mass effect#my art#mass effect art#mass effect fanart#artists on tumblr#garrus vakarian#he’s so hard to draw but so much FUN to draw. this man is shaped
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Do you ever accidentally move your thumb on mobile and then something jumps or shimmies down your dash and you either reported someone or you’re following them now
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((Oli bringing my fixation on this series was not part of my 2023 bingo card))
yeah no me bringing this au back from the dead wasn’t on my 2023 bingo card at all but here we are i guess
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Horse MD
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Kim @ Harry
#I’m sorry I keep getting shown good tweets#I have SO MANY MORE.#but I’m refraining#you’re welcome everyone#disco elysium#kimharry#Harry du bois#kim kitsuragi
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Steve comes into the kitchen fresh from the shower, finds Eddie with his head in the sink, scrubbing his soaked curls over the basin.
“Uh,” Steve says.
Eddie flips upright, sending a spray of water across the backsplash. He shakes his head out like a dog. “Morning!”
“Were you just shampooing your hair in the sink?”
“Yeah.”
“…Why?”
“Water was still warm from the dishes,” he shrugs, as if that explains a damn thing. “You want coffee?”
Steve stares at him, horrified. “Eddie… for the love of God, please tell me you did not just wash your hair with dirty dish water.”
“Ew! What??”
“You just said the water was still warm from the dishes!”
“The water from the tap was still warm,” Eddie gestures emphatically at the tap in question, at the empty and sparkling stainless steel basin, “from where I scrubbed the sink clean after draining the dishwater. Jesus Christ, Harrington, what kinda man do you take me for?”
“I don’t know! The kind who washes his hair in the sink??”
Eddie cackles at that, swings himself around the kitchen island into Steve’s space, his movements free and loose with amusement.
“It was clean water, baby, honest,” he swears as he squeezes Steve’s face between his hands and peppers him with kisses until his deeply offended frown eases into an only slightly put-out pout.
Steve does his best to maintain his glare. “Did you even use conditioner?” he asks.
“It was two-in-one?” Eddie tries.
“Okay, nope! No. Absolutely not, get your ass back upstairs, Munson, we’re doing this properly.” He drags Eddie from the kitchen by his wrist, muttering angrily under his breath as he stomps up the stairs. “Two-in-one. Of all the stupid fucking…”
Later, when they’re lying sated in bed (Steve on his back with an arm under his head; Eddie sat up and purring like a cat as Steve’s blunt nails scratch down his spine), after Eddie’s hair has been combed through and set into pretty little ringlets with no less than five different products, Steve props himself up on his elbows and levels Eddie with a suspicious look. “…Was this all a ploy to get me to do your hair for you again?”
Eddie doesn’t even bother trying to hide his grin as he lets his head flop over his shoulder to look at Steve. “And also to get you to fuck me in the shower first, yeah.”
“You little shit!” Steve laughs, kicking at Eddie’s back. Eddie yelps and scrambles off the bed, safely out of attack distance.
“You still want that coffee?” he offers.
Steve chucks a pillow at his head, and Eddie dodges. “Ugh, you’re the worst.”
“Mmhm,” Eddie agrees, “But you looo-ove me.”
Steve does, is the thing. He really, really does.
#steddie#steddie fic#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie drabble#steddie fluff#my writing#this is very silly i’m sorry or you’re welcome
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Hey everyone! Holly here to bring in the New Year with a cursed Tech pic because I have Covid for the third time, and there’s more NyQuil in my system than water rn.
#i’m sorry#and you’re welcome#the bad batch#tbb#bad batch#tbb season 2#starqueensedits#bad batch season 2#tbb tech#tech tbb#bad batch tech#tech bad batch
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“You’re alive.”
#thranto#thrawn x eli#thrawn#grand admiral thrawn#eli vanto#thrawn 2017#the last thing by moomkin has me in a chokehold#HAD to make this#you’re welcome/I’m sorry?#I haven’t done fan art in so long lmao#might digitize this later (my busy ass lying to myself)#my art#art#this pose is based on the rose x tentoo kiss btw. just so we’re clear
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screenshot redraw! ☆☆〜（ゝ。∂）
#this was a warmup but i got carried away#i’m sorry for rock spam (complete lie)#story of seasons#story of seasons awl#sos awl#rock (awl)#hm awl#story of seasons a wonderful life#bokumono#sos rock#rock collection#my art#If I am unable to unsee this#everyone else has to be too#You’re welcome.#rock sosawl#fanart
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blue lantern guy design
#my art#dc comics#glc stuff#guy gardner#what if guy said “billions must try”#i got told I’m single-handedly shilling guy with my art and if i am#uh you’re welcome/i’m sorry lol
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Stobin Mandalorian AU part 1
(aka s3 stobin accidentally acquire a magic baby)
[part 2] [part 3]
It’s Robin that first hears the baby crying. She insists it’s coming from the vents on her right side — Steve’s left — but the concussion’s left everything kind of soupy so it takes him a few minutes to pick it out from the ever-present hum of the gate-laser and the rush of blood through his own ears. Once he notices it though, it’s hard to stop.
It’s a sad, lonely sort of crying that makes his heart ache. Robin makes a dubious sort of noise when he mentions this and insists that it’s probably just hungry — which Steve has to admit is likely, none of the Russians they’ve met so far can really be described as ‘nurturing’ — but something in his gut tells him that’s not it.
He doesn’t get the chance to say anything before the Russians come back with the doctor, and then they have a whole new set of problems to worry about.
The mysterious blue goop makes everything a million times soupier and having pliers around his fingernail is not great, but then Dustin and Erica are there and everything’s great again. Super great, even.
“Can you two hurry up?” Dustin hisses, pulling Steve upright when he starts to list to the side.
It’s a little difficult to navigate when your head is soup and your bones are blue and goopy and you’re bleeding from at least three places you weren’t bleeding from this morning, and Steve makes a valiant attempt to tell Dustin this because it’s important information he needs to know. He starts, then stops because he can barely hear himself over the siren and honestly this is just like earlier when he was trying to hear the— oh right.
“Baby,” Steve says, and Robin whips her head around in slow motion to stare at the vent.
“Did you just call me a baby?” Dustin demands, shoving them into the hallway.
“Nooo, no, no,” Steve insists. He takes two steps in the direction Dustin is going, then checks to see where the vent leads. It’s going in the other direction. He turns around. “Baby. The baby. Gotta get the baby.”
“It’s hungry,” Robin says decisively, even though Steve’s almost positive that’s not the problem.
“I don’t know why these two idiots are so focused on it but I did hear a baby,” Erica says, and Dustin groans.
“And you didn’t say anything?”
“I didn’t think I was the only one around here with working ears,” she says scathingly. “Clearly I was wrong.”
Steve and Robin are already halfway down the hall. Robin stops, cocking her head like a bird, and gasps.
“I hear it! This way!”
She books it around a corner, and she might be only going half as fast as she usually does but she’s still a lot faster than Steve. He stumbles after her, clutching at the weird tubes on the wall for support.
“Get back here!” Dustin hisses, tugging at Steve’s arm. “We have to go!”
“Steve!” Robin shouts at the top of her lungs. “I found the baby!”
Steve manages to drag both himself and Dustin around the corner and into a small room with a metal door. Clearly he needs to start making Dustin exercise because he should not be weaker than Steve is when his bones are soup. Dustin should have solid bones — he drinks a lot of milk, and it’s like, scientifically proven that milk makes your bones stronger. It’s that vitamin — or is it a mineral? Ca— Cancer? No, wrong one. Ca-something. Robin would know.
Anyway Dustin has strong bones so obviously it’s a muscle thing that’s the reason why his arms are really weak and Steve should make him play basketball about it.
Robin’s holding a baby.
“Put that down,” Dustin insists, letting go of Steve to gesture at Robin. She pouts and cuddles the baby closer.
It’s such a cute, perfect baby too. Steve stumbles closer so he can look at the perfect baby. It has soft wisps of brown hair and squishy pink cheeks, and when Robin smooths a thumb over those squishy baby cheeks it stops crying and opens its big brown eyes.
“Steve,” Robin says, staring at him with her own wide eyes, “it’s a girl baby.”
“She’s perfect,” Steve whispers, and he wants to hold her so so bad but he can’t even hold himself up right now and the only thing worse than not holding her is dropping her so he has to leave her with Robin even though it kind of makes him want to cry.
He’s always wanted a baby.
“Okay,” he turns back to Dustin, who’s looking very stressed. “Now we can go.”
“What do you mean ‘now we can go’?”
“We have the baby, let’s go!”
“We can’t just steal a baby!”
“Yes we can,” Robin says, and starts walking out the door. “See? We’re stealing her. Easy peasy.”
“But—!”
“Let’s go, nerd!” Erica says, shoving them all out of the room. “Cry about it later, we need to leave!”
Steve stops to grab a few baby things, though there isn’t much. A white blanket, a few cloth diapers, and a thick stack of folders — the last of which aren’t baby things, but he assumes they’ll be important anyway. The stitching on the corner of the blanket reads ‘Два’, the same as the label on her metal crib.
“Aba,” he mutters, following them to the weird red car. “Like the band?”
Well, it’s probably a beautiful name for a baby girl. In Russian.
[part 2]
#I’ve literally been thinking abt this fic concept for months#stobin with a baby is taking up some serious real estate in my brain rn#and hopefully now in yours!!! you’re so welcome (I’m so sorry)#stobin mandalorian au#<— dedicated tag for this series (for whenever I continue)#I might post this on ao3 once I have enough written but for now it’s going here#as a sort of palate cleanser to get my mojo back for dear cassandra (hopefully)#and!! ascu part 3 (featuring our favourite dead cheerleader chrissy cunningham!)#the greatest qpr hawkins has ever seen#<— stobin tag#envy writes#stranger things#stranger things fic#stobin fanfic#stobin#steve harrington#robin buckley
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Chapter 8 is up! Chapter title “Lamentation de Deux” (fic is “I Do Not Fear Death”)
Chap summary:
Death snarled, heatedly drawing his trusty twin sickles, and, with a fierce swipe of shining steel crescents cutting through the cold night air, hell-hot flames shot out like a blast wave in a deadly arc, slicing clean through all the trees encircling the clearing as easily as a hot knife through butter. The trunks all fell as one and instantly ignited, pink flames engulfing them along with the stumps left behind.
He then let out a primal and guttural roar, flames shooting high into the air and spreading to still-standing trees as his anger spiked, soon raging like a wildfire and making his fur glow with their unnatural pink hue as he began to see red.
#deathpuss#puss in boots#update#IDNFD fic#I Do Not Fear Death fic#pussdeath#puss n boots the last wish#ao3 update#ao3 writer#there’s more pain in this chap#I’m sorry and you’re welcome
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#mdzs#wangxian#wei wuxian#wei ying#the untamed#lan wangji#lan zhan#mo dao zu shi#incorrect mdzs#mdzs crack#mdzs meme#I’m sorry#and by I’m sorry I mean you’re welcome lmao
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Forbidden Holiday Greeting Card 🎄
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Having early morning thots about dom!Eddie and his thighs…
You’re absolutely not thinking about dom!Eddie and how he’s so easily got you into subspace just by stroking your hair, using those words he knows work so well and leaving gentle, wet, open mouthed kisses over the back of your neck.
You’re definitely not thinking about how he’s left you sitting on the chair whilst he walks away, standing, naked, sideways on to you, feet slightly apart, looking out of the window, only a few feet away.
You’re definitely not imagining dropping out of that chair onto your knees, crawling toward him, kneeling at his side as you shakily and tentatively run your hands up his shin and calf.
Not about how he languidly lights a cigarette, still looking out of the window, taking slow drags.
Definitely not thinking about how your breath is soft but uneven as you scootch in closer, running one hand over his knee and the other up the back of his thigh, the desire to be close to him morphing into absolute need.
You’re absolutely not imagining your chest brushing the side of his leg, your hands coming up to hold around his strong, solid, hairy thigh, your lips connecting with it in soft kisses, brushing the fur and flesh.
Not how your tongue laps out to taste his skin, moving over the strong muscle, your spit collecting on epidermis and fuzz.
Definitely not envisioning how his throbbing cock, standing to attention and resplendent against his taut abdomen, just above your eye level, is leaking the most delicate, shining drop of precum, and looks the most delicious you’ve ever seen it.
You’re definitely not imagining how you lift your hips and shift position so your knees straddle either side of his foot, and your core rests against the junction of his foot and ankle.
Definitely don’t visualise how your wet kisses to the front of his thigh turn into your tongue laving his muscles and your teeth nipping as you fill your mouth with as much of the taut flesh as you can.
Don’t think about how your hips start to gently rock, giving you a slight but delightful amount of friction where you need it most.
(Or how you think you hear his breath hitch, but you’re so deep you can’t be sure.)
Or how he finally (finally) looks down at you, just briefly, telling you you look so beautiful like this, before his gaze returns to the window.
And you’re definitely, definitely not thinking about how you feel when he states yes, you can touch him now…
#early morning smutty thots#I’m sorry/you’re welcome#Eddie Munson’s thighs#I want to gnaw on them#dom!eddie munson x sub!reader#subspace#foot riding#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson smut
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So I finally got my tablet back (and some motivation)
And I decided to draw me (my sona) and my sons :3
#it sucks#I know#BUT I HAVEN’T DRAWN IN SO LONG CAN YOU BLAME ME??#also that forhead use to be china wall high so yk I had to go back in there and make a TON of adjustments#wah#anywho#my art#Welcome Home#Wally Darling#Wally plushies#<- aka my sunshine babies#listen#the only way I can distinguish the two is their headshapes#I’m thinking about making blocky head Wally Walliver and balloon head Wally Wally. Because yes#don’t question me#(no but please if you have better ideas I would love to hear them I will make you the Godmother (regardless of gender))#Sorry the godfather’s reserved for Allister but don’t tell them#Moonie you came in really close but idk how you’re going to support life a bajillion miles off the surface of the earth#I STILL LOVE YOU THOUGH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA#Aren’t you too young to have kids?#<- Yes#But also I crave wholesomeness and stable relationships and when I don’t have my mutuals around this is what I resort to#so there#myeh.#peace out I’m gonna pray my therapist is still around
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