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spark-the-librarian  asked:

*crashes through the window* WRITING REQUESTS?!? Give me some good Ohm teasing Bryce~

aH SPARK SORRY FOR NOT GETTING TO THIS SOONER… Also I’m sorry if this turns out terrible… I’ve never written somebody teasing another… aaaand it didn’t save the first time I finished this one so I’m writing it for the second time…


“Hey Brycie~” Ohm smirked as he used the nickname that always made Bryce flustered.

“H-Hey Ohm.” Bryce replied, knowing why Ohm used his nickname, not liking the reason at all…. okay maybe he liked it a little. Only a little though.

“How about you come over here… I’m getting a little lonely.” Ohm asked innocently, knowing Bryce would give in.

Of course Bryce walked over, going to sit down on the couch. Instead though, Ohm grabbed him and sat him down on his lap.

“Ohm, why am I on your lap?”

Ohm didn’t answer as he leaned his head over Bryce’s neck and started to lightly kiss different parts of his neck.

Bryce bit his lip, as he began to say something. He was cut off by the small gasp he made when Ohm hit his sweet spot.

“Brycie~ Did I find something?” Ohm teased, beginning to lightly bite the spot.

Bryce stayed silent as he tried not to let any noises escape.

“You’re not trying to hide anything, are you? You know you’ll give in, you always do~” Ohm told him, knowing that he’d be done any minute now.

Bryce rolled his eyes as he waited for Ohm to be done. He wasn’t expecting Ohm to pull away and use a hand to turn his head to face him.

“Brycie, let’s finish this another time.” Ohm got up and gave Bryce a wink before walking off. All Bryce did was roll his eyes.


Sorry… literally nobody asked to see my girl but… well, @demenior’s handsome Denver got me in a dog mood, so I’m showing her anyway.

Here to represent the ‘not made-of-fluff but still plenty awesome’ dog crowd!

As a pupper 
And as a sleek, classy (posing?) laaaaaaady.
-Who would murder the shit out of unfamiliar small animals but somehow caught loose chickens without killing them, and jumped/climbed every stupid fence and ran like the wind and who (even after working through all the wiggles and whining, and officially ‘calming the fuck down’) would still feel the need to dance her front paws in a little cha-cha every time I came home, seriously my girl was the fucking best

(And of course I say was because hey, one more reason 2016 was a suckerpunch shitsucker of a year.)

Dudes, she was a gift

the king lifts his thin veil of deception; corruption drowns his veins 

Oh boy. I finished this thing in a day, but I procrastinated posting it for another three days after realizing a lot of errors in the format of the comic rip but im lazy af so i never even fixed them ahh. As for the other comic I was working on: every new chapter released reveals another logical flaw in the comic. I think I’ll wait till the companion fic starts to really fix up that comic orz :’( 

This is for chapter 12 in the fic Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches by @kazliin

Since the Miss Universe is this weekend I just want to take the time to show you guys some of this year’s national costumes

Miss Aruba or when you have the Miss Universe at 10 and wind surf at 11

it’s all fun and games until Miss Ecuador pokes your eye out

Miss Germany should SUE her team. Also that castle is horribly made, why did they hate her so much

that weird horse girl Miss Sweden pippi longstocking is crying

why can’t we as a society just let. Frozen. Fucking. Go. (FOR SHAME MISS NORWAY)

Miss Malaysia is taking us to the future

Captain America who???

Miss Myanmar was an actual puppet, I can’t believe she managed to carry this and walk

Tanzania showing us how to recycle

we can all agree that she’s just wearing pajamas right

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