y’all @shennanigoats(DangerousNotBroken on ao3) dcbb dropped last night and i am super excited (tho i have a couple fics i have to finish/read before i can get to it)!!! but also after you read that here are the 3 of their fics that are in my bookmarks already!!!!
In which Dean Winchester gets an unsolicited dick pic from an unknown sender which is both totally not disappointing in that it’s a really nice dick pic, and incredibly disappointing in that it’s clearly a downloaded picture of his favorite porn star.
There’s absolutely no way it’s actually this porn star sending it to him, right?
i think about this fic ALL THE TIME. this is one where i have very specific, visceral memories of where i was when i read it.
So this is how it goes. Best day of Dean Winchester’s life. Loses his job, finds out he’s been cheated on, gets dumped, all in the course of one fucked up Thursday. Drinking himself into oblivion is the natural response, right? A chance encounter in a dingy dive bar gives Dean a new friend who sees his problems and likes him anyway. Now, as Dean struggles to pick up the pieces of his life, Castiel just might help him put them back together in a way he never expected.
this is one of my favorite bdsm fics and i am hard to impress with bdsm fics tbh!
Every official art that involves Eren and Levi together I love. But my personal favorites are these;
They’re alone, Eren is petting Levi’s horse and it just looks so peaceful overall. Eren’s horse is nowhere to be found so I guess he should sit behind Levi and embrace him as they ride through the sunset lololol.
The atmosphere in this pic is too damn romantic. They’re married.
Look at my majestic babies.
Eren and Levi on a date, eating fucking Burger King.
Eren and Levi are naked, proof that they probably saw each other’s penises.
This is one that not enough people talk about. Like, Eren is eye fucking Levi right now. And that plunger… says something. Eren is a naughty boy.
Isayama sketching ereri during his free time. Seriously, Eren be stalking Levi, like Levi has his eyes closed and he probably has no fucking idea Eren is standing there, starring at him with a smirk omg…
Physical contact. Animators trying so hard to show how much they ship it.
Gays in their natural habitat. Eren charging at Levi as always.
My babies in the red carpet. Shining like the kings they are.
When god blessed us with this beauty. Seriously, this is holy.
I could go on but I think this response is pretty long as it is. So yeah, these are usually the ones I stare at for 200 hours.
Random pics of Gladstone and Donald being good cousins
Because I made a Fethry and Gladstone post before and I wanted to make one for the pair of cousins who doesn´t seem to get along (but love eachohter on their strange, family way)
1. That time they were making fun of their uncle together and acting like gossiping BFFs
2. that time Don had trouble in a race and Gladdie went to his rescue, but Don was still untrusting… (No illintention here)
3. That time Gladstone got his dear cousin a new TV
3. When Gladstone did this:
4. When he wanted to share a bike with Don because it looked fun
(Come on, Don! He is behaving!)
5. He just seem to like spending time with the family…
(This was that time he asked for money just because Don asked him to do so they were hanging out)
7. This pic:
7. And this, that is also very important:
Yeah, I know Gladstone is often portrayed as Donald´s rival, but they still spend time together, they still love each other and look after one another. He is like Don´s “least favorite brother” but as someone I know once said “I don´t like my brother all the time but it doesn´t mean I don´t love him”.
Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me and neither does the art.
The water was yellow.
“I’m calling it, that’s actual pee.” Lance deadpans and his eyes widen in surprise when the person next to him erupts in laughter.
Keith leans forward, eyes tightly closed as giggles and snorts leave his mouth, barely allowing him to catch his breath. The Red Paladin holds his stomach in a weak attempt to control himself, but it’s no use, because more giggles shake him entirely and he’s barely fast enough to catch the jacket over his shoulder from falling to the ground.
“Oh, oh, man, dude,” Keith chokes out, slapping Lance’s shoulder playfully, “You can not just say things like that about an alien’s fountain.”
Lance snickers, nudging Keith with his shoulder. “Oh, come on, lighten up, Mullet. The planet is saved and for once, Allura allowed us to explore the city! Aren’t you glad you decided to stick with me instead of Hunk and Pidge’s robotic garden? Or Shiro and Allura’s meeting with the Queen?”
“Or Coran’s storytelling with a bunch of old guys.” Keith adds with a smirk, making Lance to shake his head.
“Exactly, so, I’m your saviour.”
“Psh, sure, okay,” Keith shakes his head in amusement, pushing his head back once again with a small bobby pin, “Just make sure that none of the locals are near whenever you plan to drop another judgemental comment about their water color.”
Lance gasps in mocking offense, hand pressed against his chest. “How dare you, Keith? I gave you my jacket.”
Keith grins and pulls Lance’s jacket tighter around him. “Real comfy, no wonder you are always using it.”
“You are taking advantage of how much of a gentleman I am, which rude.” Lance whines, puffing his cheeks in fake annoyance, making Keith to roll his eyes playfully.
“Whatever you say, Sir Lancelot, Knight of the Gentle Acts.”
Lance would take the bait, he really would, but he can’t, not when Keith’s eyes shine with playfulness and mischievousness, arching an daring eyebrow at him. Not when Keith’s cheeks are colored in a soft pink color and his hair is pushed back, allowing Lance to see his dark blue eyes clearly.
There’s something hypnotizing about Keith under the three moons of the planet they are currently on. Maybe is the fact that Keith’s wearing his jacket? Nah, can’t be, even though it looks like it was made for him and it makes Lance’s heart flutter.
Maybe it was the trees? The big tall trees filled with small flowers that resemble to the roses back on Earth, except these ones were covered in a pale red color mixed with green.
Lance doesn’t know, and it’s not like he wants to figure it out. He’s just glad that whatever is there around them stays, because it’s been so long since he has seen Keith so carefree, so at ease.
He doesn’t want it to end.
“Hey, Lance?” Keith’s calling shakes him out of this thoughts and then Lance’s looking straight into his eyes, his heart doing a sharp flip at the fondness they hold. “Honestly, thank you for…well, this. I’m having a great time.”
Lance swallows and nods, mouth suddenly dry.
“No problem, man,” he breathes out, a small smile making its way to his face. Keith mirrors his smile before his eyes go back to the fountain in front of them, scanning every corner of it in awe, walking around it calmly, leaving Lance behind in the spot.
‘Okay, McClain,’ Lance starts, shifting on his feet restlessly, ‘This is your chance, the time has come. Just like you saw in that romantic movie with Leah: just lean forward, and link your hand with his slowly and gently. Let the angels sing their chorus behind, you do the rest.’
Taking a deep breath, the brunet closes his eyes and steadies his own breathing. It’s now or never, the setting is perfect for a confession and the night is in his favour. He can do this. He has to do this.
Lance nods to himself and then takes a step forward.
“Where are you going?”
Lance squeaks and loses his footing as soon as the voice behind him speaks, their warm breath tickling Lance’s ear. The brunet is only able to hear Keith’s shout of his name before he’s falling back and water is dripping from the top of his head.
Lance blinks in surprise, confusion taking over his features as he wonders how the heck Keith circled the entire fountain in a few ticks before he looks up at meets Keith’s wide eyes.
One, two, maybe three ticks later and the best sound in the universe makes itself present.
“Oh, oh my god, dude, you just fell on a fountain full of pee,” Keith cackles, hand hovering over his mouth in a weak attempt to hide his laughter but his entire body goes against him and he can’t even hold himself straight, “Lance, oh my god, why.”
Why, Keith asks.
Because of that smile, Lance answers in his mind, eyes soft and gentle as he stares at the figure of Keith shaking with laughter.
Lance is totally fine to get soaked with alien pee if it means he gets to hear Keith’s carefree happiness.
He’s so entranced with Keith’s happy display that he doesn’t notice when Keith stops abruptly and stares at him in confusion.
“Lance,” he calls, confusion turning into amusement, eyes narrowed in suspicion, “Is there something you might wanna tell me?”
Lance blinks, looking bemused at the question and Keith shakes his head in disbelief.
“So, turns out it wasn’t actual pee.” He says amusedly, hand pressed against his cheek as he waits for Lance to make the connection.
Lance frowns and looks down to see the water.
Ok, so, pink pee.
“Why is the pee pink now?” Lance mumbles quietly but it’s loud enough for Keith to hear, making him to snort.
“Because it’s not pee, you idiot,” Keith might have say that as an insult, but his voice was teasing and kind, “It’s an ancient water that allows you to see the reflection of your own feelings.”
Keith points towards a small plate on the right side of the fountain, rusty but its clear golden letters narrating a small legend about the fountain and its purposes.
Lance can feel his own cheeks getting warmer and then he notices Keith sitting on the edge of the fountain, leaning slightly down towards Lance.
“So…” Keith trails off, biting his lower lip nervously as he stares down at Lance.
Lance opens his mouth and closes it repeatedly, words failing him right when he needs them, but then he sighs, frustrated with himself.
He looks around him, searching for a way to communicate better, before he snaps his fingers and cups his hands, dipping them in the water before holding them up towards Keith.
Keith blinks at the cupped pink water held by Lance’s hands.
“I like you.” Lance whispers softly, offering a small shy smile.
He watches as Keith’s face lights up and suddenly, Lance’s fears fade away as soon as Keith’s hands appear just below his own.
Lance stares in awe as the once pink water turn into a deep shade of red as soon as Keith’s hand touches his own.
Keith knows there is no point of voicing his thoughts, but he still does, because Lance was brave enough to do it, and he owes him the same treatment.
“I like you too,” he whispers softly, smiling dopily at the brunet, who smiles back at him with equal motion.
Been an interesting couple of weeks, hasn’t it? I’ve been around, just a bit too busy to comment with football season right around the corner, I do have a day job after all. Yet with folks acting the fool all over the place I do think it’s time for another PR lesson.
I don’t know who’s running the PR show at Outlander – I have an idea – but I do know one thing, they’re floundering and it’s not completely their fault. Mr. Heughan told on himself the other day with his statement in that lovely little interview.
“Say yes to everything.”
It’s a studio’s and agent’s dream. It’s PR nightmare, but it can be managed if you’re smart about it…which I’m afraid the Starz PR team is not! I have a theory about what’s going on with the Starz/Lionsgate/Sam/Cait mess so let me explain.
First off…. let me tell you what I’ve been doing -the Falcon’s first pre-season game is the 10th so I’ve been setting the talking points for all the upcoming interviews. That’s right, even at a sports level the interviewers are told what they can and cannot talk to the players about. What does that tell you? It tells you that if an interviewer asked whether Sam or Cat were together it was because they were told too by Starz PR, pure and simple! PR sets the narrative, so with that in mind, let’s look at what PR is trying to tell us.
PR wants us to know that Sam and Cait are “obviously” not together and to bring home that point they have Sam and Cait state emphatically in interviews that they aren’t together (pay no attention to their co-stars who have trouble keeping straight faces through all this) and they trot out the blonde in a couple of scenarios so staged her ex-boyfriend found it necessary to throw a little shade.
Now my mind immediately goes to the “why” of them setting this narrative. Why do they want us to think Sam’s hooked up with a 28-year-old blonde that really does nothing for him but make me roll my eyes at his taste in women? Could this narrative be simply because Sam’s in love? Nah, don’t buy that for a second. Sure, Sam posted a pic on Instagram, but did he tag MM? Has he ever? Did he call her by name? Has he ever, once indicated he has a girlfriend or significant other while avowing he and Cait are just pals? A Little tip here people, if you’re going to try to sell this gal to me as his amore, for the love of God get some body language tips from somebody! And don’t use Hargrave, that’s who HiddleSwift used and they were about as believable as a tutu on a crocodile. Oh, and my favorite part, we had those lovely posed pics but the one candid shot had Sam on one side of the helicopter and her on the other and we’re supposed to believe it was because of weight distribution….um okay. Add to that mentions that his brother was originally supposed to accompany him on this outing and the fact that Sam and MM are both represented by the same agent doesn’t help sell the “love” to me either. But seriously they could be dating, who knows…they just don’t sell it too well if they are!
Okay, rant over, back to my theory. So why the push of this narrative? Let’s look at what’s going on in Sam’s life now.
The new movie. Let’s not pretend for a second that Sam’s part in this movie isn’t due to the Starz/Lionsgate connection – I’m not that dumb – are you? And I’m not so dumb that I don’t think Lionsgate doesn’t realize what star potential they have in the boy, but here’s the problem. Outlander, while having a worldwide MASSIVE fan base, has a fan base of women who are mostly over the age of 35. To make Sam the star they want him to be, he’s got to appeal to a younger audience (18-35) as well and with Jamie and Claire aging in the show…it’s a dilemma - at least to the middle-aged male idiots that run things. They can’t change Outlander and have Jamie run off after some younger woman (and not risk getting tarred and feathered) so they change the personal. They concentrate on the shallow – his looks and his physique. They insist that Sam “obviously” couldn’t be with a beautiful, intelligent, successful, woman nearing forty (whether they actually are or not, they can’t even allow the perception). No way! (It makes me wonder, is that what caused Cait’s attitude - not her ire at fans, but at the underlying reason for having to make the remarks in the first place?)
See, I think it’s a battle of wills between Lionsgate and Starz when it comes to PR, Lionsgate wanting to quash the Sam/Cait rumors so they can push the Sam agenda and try to appeal to the younger crowd. NOT a good move in my opinion – especially when the movie is just filming – way too early for such a move.
Starz had it right in the beginning, play off Sam/Caits’ natural chemistry. Are Jamie and Clair such a timeless tale of romance that even your actors even fell under its power? The problem now is fans – even though they say they don’t – relate the actors to the roles. Sam pulling away from Outlander will be emotionally perceived as Jamie pulling away from Claire – and it will hurt them, it already has – why do you think we’re getting all these spoiler pics. It’s like when you’re fishing, you put bait on your hook and if you don’t get any fish…you keep throwing out more bait. Right now, Starz is throwing out bait. The less fish they get…the bigger the bait. Problem is, they haven’t figured out just what kind of bait they need yet.
Remember last time I told you silence was golden. Well for actors and shows it’s the kiss of death…if you want Starz - this time Lionsgate as well -to change its bait, stop eating what you don’t like. You don’t like seeing Sam/MM…please for the love of heaven quit putting those nasty comments on her Instagram, you may think you’re hurting her but all you’re doing is raising her Q-score. IGNORE her, and if you want to send Sam a message about her, ignore him anytime she posts a picture insinuating she’s with him. Shower the show with love, go quiet on Sam. Shower Cait with love, pretend MM doesn’t exist. And let me be clear when I say ignore, I mean be quiet, don’t say her name, don’t comment on her blog, don ‘t check her twitter or her instagram, behave like you did before we knew who she was! When the show throws you bait you like, eat it loudly – ignore what you don’t like. And trust me, all the social media numbers are checked on a daily basis, probably twice a day I would guess, morning and afternoon.
What would I do, if I had the com so to speak? (a little Star Trek reference in case you know who gets a hold of this blog). First off, a certain blonde would fade into the wood work. Sam interacting with younger males in the workout and sports area would go farther in endearing him to younger women than dating a quasi-child. I’d go with attendance at lots of football games in the company of 20-something males and females and an appearance at the World Series. A sighting of Cait visiting Sam in Budapest – or wherever else he’s filming the movie…. maybe a picture that may or may not be her. Then . just before the Outlander premiere…. a fan picture, fuzzy but one you can just make out of the two of them in an embrace….NO more comments of their personal lives period and let people think what they will!
It’s finally finished! Did you watch Mob Psycho 100? It’s one of my most favorite anime series. It’s super funny and I love the characters. So if you have the time go check it out (it only has 12 episodes).
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more about the pic below
My thoughts for this picture were that Reigen has accidentally left the human world (lots of people, brighter colors) and entered the ghost world. Reigen, however, is unaware of the supernatural and doesn’t realize it.
The Kanji on the walls and poles around him read “ghost”, “keep out”, “ghost street” and “demons”. Also his smoke (soul) supposedly leaves his body. Dimpel is there to watch over Reigen.
Here’s to the new me. The old me. The you-don’t-even-know-me. To the me that died twice before I met you: third time’s the charm. Been chewed up and spit out more than I’ve ever seen a sunrise, and I’ve only ever liked sunrises when I’m with you. I’ll become something you’ve never seen before, nothing borrowed, nothing blue. Set my head aflame, built a home out of the ashes, let the wind blow it away into the sun. The breeze sings, lo que está muerto no puede morir. And when there’s nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire.
I don’t know that kid anymore, and maybe I never knew him at all.