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CyberLife’s latest prototypes: The RK Series
yeah, i have known this trashcan is cursed. like cursed trashcan baby. | link.
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!!! mild what if spoilers, maybe, idk? !!!
LOKI DOING THE 💅 SAVED MY WHOLE GODDAMN DAY
so i finally came around to watch it and well...
i think sad and gay describes it perfectly☆
single dad mobius my love💕
GIVE LOKI HIS FRIENDS BACK
overall -> 10/10
super terrified of the new loki ep tomorrow send help😀
Bro this sinus infection is kicking my ass.
So is Chem II but we’re not going to talk about my shit professor driving me up the wall when I sound like a prepubescent boy with the amount of croaking and voice cracks I’m having.
Gods pray for me. I don’t know how imma get through this semester but I will somehow make it work in my favor in the end. Somehow.
he would NOT do dat.
Master Mode Calamity Skeletron Prime
What drugs were the calamity devs on when they came up with this bullshit 'just throw it all at the wall' bossfight.
I mean it's just excessive.
This deathmode playthrough was going perfectly fine, got to hardmode, got to mechs, and then just stopped here. Hell, I went past them.
I beat Plantera, Calamitas, Brimstone Elemental, Aquatic Scourge, I'm thinking i might as well fight fucking ravager at this point.
I'm just gonna lower the difficulty for skeletron and then up it again immediately after because that fight is the absolute worst designed thing I have ever had the misfortune of playing.
Footage of the fight below
Keep in mind, they're playing summoner, at the moment I'm playing rogue.
don’t forget, my friend. we’re in this together and I will see you to the finish line. I will see your joys and despairs, I will guide you when the fog rolls in. we will make it out of this in one piece.
Qrow: I tried to teach Ozpin some modern slang.
Ozpin: [throws a guy across the room with the Long Memory]
Ozpin, turning to Qrow: Yeet?
Qrow: I’ve never regretted anything more in my entire life.
Sorry to get uneasy & extra-specific on main but I wish there was a way to block the very specific narrative that Ozma 2.0 trying to leave with his children was in any shape or form a "betrayal" or "wrong" or "sickening" or one of his faults; because I don't think Salem should be in a 3-meter radius of ANY children including hers and blaming the abuse victim for trying to take his children with him just make me very uncomfortable and I want to close the rwby feed any time I see something close to that thinking.
Look I know that up until that point she was apparently a good mom. But seeing as she basically wanted to replace humanity with her children. And the only magic-people are her, her husband & her children. And that when she saw Ozma trying to leave she immediatly attacked with no care for the girls' safety I wouldn't think she's safe anymore & I would hightail the hell out of here too. The best understanding of mom-Salem in my opinion is that she's a great mom up until things don't go her way, and then all bets are off. And I don't care whether she felt betrayed & anguished by Ozma trying to take her children when she killed them 5 min later.
Luke's just not a farmer - he has too much of his father in him.
I’ve always thought Tommy would have jerked John off at some point, very pragmatically and efficiently, sending John into quite a spiral of fantasising every time Tommy put a hand on something after: Arthur’s shoulder, between Arthur’s shoulder blades, fingers over Arthur’s when handing a glass or bottle between them…
YES YOU GET IT-
I always want to put way too much backstory to these types of things even though I know I won't ever be able to put it into words correctly. BUT.
Touch Caused the Spiral (Ao3)
Perhaps it happens directly after the war, they get home and honestly have no idea how to cope, how to be okay again if all three of them can't see each other when it's dark out, so they all end up sleeping on the floor on a rug with a couple blankets and pillows. Maybe Arthur has a fit over something, needs to be alone, so it's just Tommy and John there, clinging to each other but not allowing themselves to really cling- it's just their hands touching wherever is "appropriate" and their legs are tangled together, John wiggling closer and closer through the night and eventually ends up gently rocking against Tommy's hip, mostly asleep. Tommy is wide awake, acutely aware of the way John shuffled closer, painfully aware of the heat pressed to his hip, John's hand on Tommy's chest, his brain is spinning all sorts of things because he knows John is aware of what's happening, he knows that John is intimately accustomed to Tommy's scent and the feel of his skin through a childhood of being crammed together due to their size and just never having enough space.
"Finally going to do something about that, eh?" Tommy murmurs into the darkness, tipping his head to the side to rest his temple to John's forehead, his hand slipping off of John's flank where it had been resting, having needed to feel John's movements. He plays with the waist of John's striped boxer shorts, undoing the little buttons one by one with ease, letting the back of his hand brush against the flushed, soft skin of John's cock. A shiver runs through the both of them when Tommy wraps a loose fist around John's cock, just feeling the weight of it for a minute before finally finally tightening his grip and properly touching him.
John can't help the little gasps and moans and "Tommy, Tommy, brother, fuck- please, Tommy." he needs Tommy right now, needs to feel him, to smell him, to taste him- John lets his lips brush against his older brother's cheek, not close enough to Tommy's lips to be a kiss, but just a desperate need to know how Tommy tastes now, licking his own lips to gather the little bit of sweat there. His hips rock forwardforwordforward, picking up speed, gaining a little power but it's still hazy with sleep and fear that if he moves too much than Tommy will snap to his senses and stop this. Except all of John's panted breaths against the side Tommy's face only cements that yes this will happen again, and again and again and again
"There you go. Attaboy, John, fuck me hand like you'd fuck a tight hole. Who're you thinkin' about, hm? S'it me? Want to fuck me? Or some whore from London? Bet I know who it is, it's fuckin' Arthur, isn't it? Want to fuck our big brother, don't you. He'd like it, he likes it. I've seen the way he acts with a couple of his own fingers up his arse."
It's all too much, all too fucking much for John, he can't fucking think and he can barely breathe, gasping against the side of Tommy's neck, a little slip of fear at being found out so easily... but it shouldn't have been a surprise that Tommy would know, be able to read him, they've both looked at Arthur that way for years, and they'd seen the want in each other's eyes, caught each other.
"So fucking wet, be surprised if anythin' comes out when you spill, seems like your leakin' it all out now, thinkin' of Arthur's tight-"
That's when the dam breaks, when John shudders and whines his way through the first orgasm he's had since returning home. And oh, how wrong is Tommy- it's a mess, slick splatter of cum familiar against Tommy's hip and belly and pelvis, hot stripes of it soaking through Tommy's own pants, staining them staining him. John can't seem to catch his breath, shoving his face into the crook of Tommy's neck to muffle the needy little whines slipping past his lips, involuntarily thrusting into Tommy's once more loose fist, riding the aftershocks like he'll never experience this level of pleasure again.
They sleep like that, both of them dazed and happy, sure Tommy is hard as fucking stone but that can wait, yeah that can wait cause right now all he can think about is John pressed to his side, of how his little brother is finally calm in his sleep, yeah, he'll deal with that later, he'll deal with the mess of John's cum later too, can't be bothered to even wipe it away with the blanket cause that seems like the worst idea possible, to wipe away what John has given him. Nono he lets John's spend dry on his skin, hopes it stains him through.
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John can't get any of last nights events out of the forefront of his mind all day, eyes always darting to Tommy, fixating on his hands, perking up at ever word Tommy says, can't stop hearing "Attaboy, John" in his head. He knows Tommy can feel his eyes tracking him, he knows because every single time Tommy touches Arthur, he looks right at John, like he can see the spike of arousal that spears John right in the gut, trailing up his spine and coiling around his lungs, making it hard to breathe, and even harder to think. But he needs to think so that he doesn't do something stupid, can't fuck this up so early, the day after, not even 12 hours later.
It's intentional, it has to be intentional, Tommy is touching Arthur more today than he has in the last week, constantly has a hand on him somewhere. And it only gets more intimate, more invasive. Beginning at Arthur's shoulder at the start of the day, a good morning, then Tommy's fingers linger on the teacup he's passing to Arthur for a second too long so that Arthur is technically also touching Tommy in return- and doesn't that send a thrill of... Jealousy? Want? That sense of missed opportunity cause now John is aware that he hadn't touched Tommy much at all last night, certainly hadn't seen or heard Tommy finish. Anyway, John is violently pulled from that thought because now Tommy's hand is resting on the middle of Arthur's back, making slow circles as Arthur coughs up a lung, choking on something -John wasn't bloody paying attention- and then Tommy is fucking talking.
"You're not one to choke often, are ya?" It's said with mirth, yes, but there's a heat in Tommy's eyes that only John can see beings as Arthur is currently bent over the sink- and oh, there goes Tommy's fucking hand, down to the small of Arthur's back, splaying his fingers apart across his crisp white shirt, tips of his thumb and pinky nearly spanning the small width of Arthur's waist. Fuck. Fuck Arthur and his stupidly narrow frame, always looking breakable if not for John's personal knowledge of just how fucking strong Arthur is, how all that wiry muscle behaves exactly how Arthur wants it to, cording under his skin when he strains any.
The ways John wants to make Arthur strain...
"The fuck-" There's a wet cough, "The fuck's that supposed to mean?" Arthur snaps, eyes a little red, brows pinched together, color high on his cheeks.
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It's almost like Tommy is mapping out a trail for John's eyes to follow, slipping 'round till it reaches the desired destination. At one point, Tommy's hand lands a playful swat to the seat of Arthur's trousers, not really connecting but it's like a fucking car crash for John, like a bomb going off in a busy bar, he just can't fucking look away. There's a whistle sounding in the room, right? It's not just John's ears ringing... Right? There's no fucking way that's made his head buzz and his eyes go a little blurry around the edges. No fucking way.
Except it did, and his face is hot, and he feels like he's about to sweat through his shirt and waist coat and jacket all in a few seconds, all from watching his big brothers horse around like a couple of teenagers in the betting shop. His cock twitches in his trousers, interested and quick to stand at attention. He's glad he's sitting down, crotch safely hidden behind Tommy's desk where it's oh so easy to place his hand on top of the rapidly forming tent, willing it to go away because how is he supposed to stand up and leave looking like he's shoved a flag pole down his pants?
Luckily for him, Tommy's phone rings, forcing Tommy to put his hands up in mock-surrender, slowly backing his way around his own desk to where John is still sitting in the large chair, eyes locked on Arthur's own. And John can't exactly move now can he? So he doesn't, stays where he is while Tommy braces a hand on the edge of the desk, bent at the hip, other hand reaching for the phone which is on it's fourth ring, and just watches with mild panic as Tommy takes a seat -his seat- directly in John's lap, somewhat-sorta crushing his cock but again what the fuck is John supposed to do here without making everything painfully obvious? Eh? What the fuck is he supposed to do?
"Thomas Shelby," Tommy answers, the picture of composure perched atop his newly conquered throne. "Yes, tomorrow, six AM."
With a little ring of the bells as Tommy places the phone back on the receiver, he says with none-too-well concealed excitement and a sneaky shift of his hips, "looks like we've got an early start tomorrow, brothers, best get to bed."
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1,641 words of Fucked Up served hot and fresh from the Fucked Up Factory
(the boxer shorts John was wearing cause he's a playful guy)
november 19, 2020.
you just finished the supernatural series finale. slowly regaining will to live.
Adding on to this, getting exercise shouldn’t be something associated foremost with weight loss at all. Being active is important for everyone, regardless of weight or body shape or anything like that. I’ve got hypertension, and one of the ways I stay safe and not have my body freak out on me is by getting some exercise (although I should probably be doing it more often) Sometimes it’s just taking 5 or 10 minute walk if that’s all my schedule can manage, but it’s enough to keep things regulated.
Working out isn’t just for the sake of being strong or looking fit, and the bottom line for any kind of workout should be to be healthy and happy. And to reiterate from potato-cat, “healthy” is not one size fits all.
Me: Exercise does not cause weight loss. This is a fact that has been demonstrated so robustly in research that even doctors, who hate and fear evidence, are grudgingly starting to admit this.
Someone reading that post: Cool, but have you considered that exercise leads to weight loss?
Me: I am going to eat you
Crying rn because I offhandedly mentioned smth in the end notes on a fic bc I was having feelings and most of the comments are referencing that n being so sweet abt it and I just love all you guys sm n feel so overwhelmed w kindness that tears are happening for the first time in like 6 months you guys are the nicest most wonderful human beings ever if you’ve ever commented on any fics ever I love you bc it means so much to us writers
Nghh. Why. Am. I. So. Stupid.
My friend told me(tho it was a short convo and like 2 years ago) to not eat to many pomegranate seeds at once, yet here we are! Laying down in bed and waiting out my newest folly!
Here’s some Itto for his birthday.
I’m hosting a contest!
In honor of coming up on 100 followers, I’m hosting a contest for all my followers. Both here and on Instagram. The rules and details are as follows.
Rules:
Must be following (here or on Instagram)
You can DM, Tag, or use the #potential100 to submit your entry. (For Tumblr, just tagging me is fine)
Must be a re-draw of anyone of the art posts I've made here or on Instagram
You can pick any post that features my OCs/Muses to re-draw in your own way.
Work can be digital or traditional.
Color or no Color.
Lineart or Sketch
Criteria:
Interpretation
How you se this character?
Individual
I’d love to see you own interpretation!
The time to summit is about one month. Starting from today (10/20) to 11/15 10:00 Pacific Standard Time. An now...on to the Prizes!
Prizes (no NSFW or Gore, sorry):
Ist Place:
Full-Body Commission.
Lineart and color.
Any Character.
2nd Place:
Hips-up Commission.
Lineart and color.
Any Character.
3rd Place:
Shoulders-up Commission.
Lineart and color.
Any Character.
I’m so excited and very thankful for this opportunity. I’m looking forward to your submissions and I'm still in shock over just how many people actually follow for my weird content.
But thank you all so much, and I look forward to giving back for your support!
Love,
potentiala
Tagging these wonderful people because I appreciate them all very dearly: @galacticlee @olkarianprincess @risingpheonix527 @strugglingtoast @januarycarnation @thechocolateobssessed-blog-blog @thegreatandpowerfulcozz @insaneworld21 @coffee-your-teapot
Also I still haven't started seeing the Ouat part of Tumblr but I'll eat all of Jefferson's hats if nobody ships Emma and Regina. I'm only in season 2 and the TENSION. HENRY. PLEASE.
no thoughts head empty
my friend and i messed around and made a Winged Fronk au (also for a few other fandoms dhfbdn but i didnt draw them). the henry on the right is her henry, and ive drawn him before.
Henry is a Red Tailed Hawk
Victor is a Hooded Crow (the feather pattern matches his hair shdbdndndn)
oh in the first one his right wing (our left) is when henry finds him at college and his left would be his normal one. also featuring babey wings in the bottom left
Listen Kraftwerk please
