Don't Look At Me - Tumblr Posts
Y'know guys?
I always wondered what Bill's 3d version would look like if it was a cone instead of a pyramid.
Listen, the pyramid makes sense. But goddamn I wanna see his ice cream ass 💀💀
I mean, atleast he'd have a hole?
Entirely self-indulgent Ford with a snake. Man I wanna snuggle with Riddle but she’s pulling a funny ball python bit and not eating >:T Ungrateful noodle
(Kind of a glow-up of a couple sketches here!)
i lOve eyes theyre the most beautiful part in people but GOD why is it so hard to hold eye contact jesus christ
👀' ahem .... Just as guilty
I’ve also heard that sleep is involuntary. You’re gonna reach your limit at some point KALL. And when you do, you’re gonna crash. HARD! - Pixel Anon
Sleep my be involuntarily but my consumption of monster isn't XD
he savors every second, every shudder under his touch egging him on further. movements are slow, taunting & teasing, skilled in the ways of torture. a game to see how long it takes before he can break him, that he intends on stretching out for as long as he can — until cassian is pleading for release.
there is sadistic pride in the effect he has on him: the male who he has seen bring armies down singlehandedly, submitting himself so freely to his high lord. now unable to even speak. he decides to challenge it, push him over the edge one last time. lithe fingers sliding over venous wing, his own twitching with desire. he finds the apex of nerves with ease, circling for a moment too long ...
" hm? " feigned innocence swallows the smirk threatening his lips at the insult, rhysand's gaze following him as shoulders simply shrug. " my fingers slipped. "
such casualness is washed away as he stalks closer, closing the space between them. his hand moves to slip under cassian's shirt, tracing shapes upon toned stomach. wicked cruelty laces each movement, each stroke lowering until he stops at the band of his pants. he leans in to nip at his ear, voice coated in honeyed mischief.
" what is it that you want then, cassian? "
𝐃𝐎𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃, 𝐇𝐈𝐒 tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth as if ready to spill them all. but his teeth clench, confining the muscle behind them. he's let this go on for too long, so long that his knee has stopped its incessant bouncing, that he might not even be breathing because he's afraid the slightest movement will end him, if rhysand didn't put him out of his misery first.
this was torture. this was torture made worse by the fact that it was rhysand doing it. but because it was him, cassian didn't pull away. that, & because pulling away meant giving rhysand something to gloat about. that was always the dilemma, wasn't it? wanting to beat him at these stupid games but also wanting to submit to his high lord.
( one has happened more than the other. there is a sense of pride in that too. )
@rhysie 𝑠𝑎𝒊𝑑: ❛ do you like that? ❜ (he felt left out </3 4 cass)
yes. goddess, yes. muscles tense underneath skin, adrenaline pumping & blood rushing all through out. he wants to speak, to laugh this all off but the beast can only grunt in response. just a moment more. just a little while longer. teeth dig into tongue to keep from begging. the white noise in his ear rises in pitch as a finger moves up the length of a bone in his wing, then slowly follows the trail of a vein on the thin membrane-
whole fucking body shudders & wing pulls away as cassian lunges out of his seat, snarling. he has to tug at the string of his leather pants, the knots loosening from where his bulge threatened to spill.
" don't be an ass. "
aggie deserves a su.gar mo.mmy / su.gar da.ddy
i may be going overboard with attempting to find alt fc's for aggie—
https://www.tumblr.com/icallhimjoey/759169814397894656/oh-man-doja-is-such-a-terrible-person-rip-lol
she used to hang out in incel and neo nazi chatrooms and encouraged them to call her the n word, she’s wore a t-shirt with a literal nazi on it, she dated an abusive groomer very recently and cussed out anyone who said anything about it including the victims! she ain’t nice!
oh big yikes
suddenly struck with thoughts about the devastating concept of Jason Todd
because he was good. because he had a bleeding heart despite every reason not to. he loved school and was good at it. he was the first to be adopted, with little pretense of guardianship. he did everything he could to be a perfect Robin and live up to an impossible ideal. he only ever wanted Bruce and Dick to like him.
because he met Bruce in the same place and on the same day that Bruce's parents died--the single defining moment of Batman's existence. and he made Batman laugh. he hit the Dark Knight, Terror of Gotham, with a tire iron. he wasn't afraid of the man who turned fear into a weapon.
because he couldn't save his mother from herself, but he tried. because he was too good not to try and save the woman who gave him up. too good to play the Joker's game. the crowbar didn't kill him, the bomb did. he died knowing he wouldn't make it and tried anyway. he died a hero.
because other Robins have died, but none of them put an irrevocable tear in the mythos of Batman. because Jason Todd always dies, in every universe. he dies for the sins of his father. he was put to death by popular vote, sacrificed by the crowd. doomed by the narrative and doomed by the audience. the boy who only ever tried to prove he was good enough--wasn't good enough.
because he has every reason to be angry. because he didn't ask to be murdered, didn't ask to be brought back, and when he did everyone acted like he was better off dead. Bruce tried to kill him and nearly succeeded. he's blamed for his own death and blamed for his resurrection. he can never come home because the house is haunted by his own ghost.
because he's been the hero, the victim, and the villain. because his family and his writers and his universe don't know what to make of him. they don't know how to look his tragedy in the eye. and how can you?
it hurts to look at the hero who cannot be good enough, the victim who will only ever be angry, the villain who can sometimes be right. the audience hates to feel complicit and, in this exceptional case, they are.
We need to see more Ethan x Tara fics too, bc I honestly wished they were love interests in the movie, and I just all together felt like they would’ve been a cute couple, ESPECIALLY a cute ghostface couple (tara would’ve ate as ghostface idfc)
There's just something about that tight, needy hip squeeze while I rail you from behind. You just feel so goddamn good, I can't help grasping onto you while I make you mine.
Who? Me? How am I doing? Ahahahahahaha! Terribly.
