one giant hand

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What do you get when you merge Giant Pants Guy and Dan’s Instagram outfit? You get a bad idea. A very bad idea.

Back Massages

Pairing: Dylan x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 2393

Warnings: unprotected sex, explicit language

Authors Note: I’m really excited about this one! There will also be a part two that I’ll have to start working on! I want to thank @thelittlestkitsune for mentioning to me for this to be sinful and giving me a few pointers! A HUGE thanks goes to @smutandahalf for reading this over plenty of times and helping me express what I was saying better and helping on a few parts I didn’t know how to explain. 

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*cracks wrists* The second Hämärä cover is finished. (It’s crazy what you can do with a bit of salt and a computer mouse)

This cover is allll Jessekix, and rightfully so, since it’s in the fic. A lot. In fact, aside from Rexobi pining, Sith Qui being all “You like Obi-Wan, too? Gosh, so do I. I like you now as well, Captain), and Dogma’s VERY poorly placed crush on Krell, it’s the only ship in the fic. So it deserves a cover.

Hämärä is gonna be part of my Frisson AU, so keep your eyes peeled for it whenever.

*drops mouse like a mic* Take that, depression.

Your Face Between My Thighs

Summary/Prompt: After a long night out, both Tyler and I had longed to touch each other. To grope onto places that were in fact inappropriate to grope in public. The only feeling I wanted that night was feeling Tyler’s scruff on my inner thighs.
Length: 2354 words
Warnings: smut af, language, nsfw, oral sex, drinking
Pairings: Tyler Seguin x Reader

Authors Note: So its been about a year and a half since i last posted an imagine on here, so I thought why not now. Hopefully you guys enjoy this. Feedback and requests are also highly encouraged.

Originally posted by flyersphiladelphia

Was this really about to happen? I was fully aware of what exactly was going on around me, yet my mind wasn’t fully processing who was in front of me at this very moment.

As he spoke to me about something that had happened to him earlier, I couldn’t help but stare into his eyes. They were enthralling, like sparkling kaleidoscopes of colour. His brown-mahogany orbs scintillated with a mischievous glint that could be noticed next to the umber that rimmed his iris. They glow with humor and playfulness that never seem to escape his eyes. And for some reason, they looked like they had seen a lifetime, when in reality they had only seen a fraction.

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snowhites  asked:

Hi, I absolutely love your writing, I don't know if you take requests, but if you do, could you write a Sterek secret admirer AU?

This isn’t exactly an AU, but here you go. ♥

The first postcard came on a Friday.

It was a Friday just like any other; boring, uneventful, good. It had been like that for the past couple of years, ever since he’d left Beacon Hills behind for good, and Derek liked it this way. There was no one coming to kill him, no one manipulating or using him, it was just a normal life. For the first time, his life was normal and good and without evil looming over him every step he took.

Every weekday at nine am, he went to classes for the history degree he never got to finish before Laura got taken from him and everything back in Beacon Hills happened. Every day around noon, he went out with his two close friends (Ryan and Barbara, both fellow werewolves but neither of them pack) for lunch. Every day at four pm, he’d return home to his apartment building and rest and do whatever he wanted, because he could do that now.

That Friday was like every other. Except this time, as he checked his mailbox after coming home, Derek froze at the sight of a postcard stacked on top of the small pile of mail.

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Everyone is freaking out over Steven Universe like, “ NOOO Steven is in SPACE and they don’t have a ship” when one of the newest episodes showed one of those giant hand spaceships buried in the desert.

They have a ship. Lion knows where the ship is. Peridot knows how to drive that sucker. It’s good, it’s all good.

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Chase In Lilliput - All That Introduction Stuff (1/2)

And here we are again with another update from Chase and his new giant. This one will actually be the last in this initial sequence of Chase finding the giant and deciding to keep him. After this I’ll jump around with other shorts, musings, etc. If you have ideas for the dorks to get into, you should definitely send them my way. :V

Keep up on Chase In Lilliput here


It didn’t take long for Jacob to notice Chase’s return. The giant eyes glanced his way at the sign of motion, and then Jacob perked up in surprise to see Chase returning so soon. Chase grinned and waved jauntily.

One giant hand pressed into the grass so Jacob could lean towards him and watch his progress. After figuring out how mellow Jacob actually was, that sight wasn’t scary at all. “That was fast,” he commented. “Everyone still panicking?”

“Kinda!” Chase called.

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So I have relatives visiting for the holidays. Usually they bring more drama and chaos than familial love, BUT this year it’s a lil’ different. Ontop of welcoming a new baby cousin into the family, my Nana stumbled upon the album of my giant/tiny artwork that I keep on my phone. All my GT drawings from way back when I doodled on a phone app to my most recent stuff on my tablet were suddenly up for judgement by folks that I hadn’t disclosed my love for GT to.

 I was so scared that they’d think me as weird, critique my art harshly, or even shame me for drawing something so unusual. It’s one of my worst fears, one that I’ve had so many online friends disclose and share with me. We love this trope so much. It warms our hearts when we’re at our lowest, and we’re lifted even more when we find folks with common interests to share the fluff with. This is why, it can be so frightening, absolutely terrifying when someone outside of this community finds out about our interest in GT. They put you on the spotlight for possible rejection, even ridicule for enjoying something so fantastically abnormal.

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 My family’s reaction to my art:

 “Woah, this all came from just you? On the computer?” 

 “Look at all the tiny people! So cute!” 

 “You should make your own line of greeting cards with this!” 

 “Woah, I like the mood in this one. The giant hand in the fog? That’s scary!”

 “This looks like an illustration for a children’s book! Did you really do this!?” 

My current mood:

Originally posted by alizabethnova

Meihem Mittens

“Brrrr!” Every part of Junkrat clinked as he shivered. He wrapped his arms around himself and attempted to stop the shakes, but the freezing temp of his prosthetic arm made him squeak and immediately remove it from his frigid skin. Through the glass of the bay door of the hovercraft he could see the snow, only swirling white for miles, or maybe that was just the glass becoming iced over.  Just staring at it made his teeth chatter, this very different part of the world.

He was sure he would soon turn blue like that scary sheila with the sniper. At least he knew what colors to wear when it finally happened. If he survived it, which he didn’t think he would.

“What’s wrong with you?” Hana climbed down from the top of her mech, somehow landing gracefully. Shouldn’t she shatter from the landing in this temperature? Or what it just him who was freezing to death?

“This is not my kind of weather,” he whined, his shoulders shaking some. Even with the bombs and the tire on his back, he was still so cold. He was dying for a sweat from carrying the weight. It wasn’t happening.

She placed a hand on her jutted hip. “You knew where we were going. Why didn’t you pack something warm?”

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