yurinforit
delete-the-wife:

thewintersoulja:

frappemako:

the-one-inside:

someottersmarryhedgehogs:

noiselesspatientspider:

iheartuniversecookies:

angelas-extrasandstuff:

I would like to share this beautiful passage with all of you, it’s long, but worth it. And I swear to god I didn’t alter any of this. 
….
Her long hair, still wet from the shower, had been combed down her back in a wet swath. Hilda was sitting on the floor, her round, wet boobs still wet from the shower’s water. She dried off the water with a towel, which then became wet.
Hilda gasped when she saw a reflection in her bedroom mirror: through the slightly open door, she caught a glimpse of the chiseled abs and square jaw of the mysterious stranger who shared her cabin. She stood and spun around, her breasts swinging heavily with the momentum. She grabbed the door and flung it open, revealing shirtless Torolf (which is seriously his name) quivering with desire in the hallway.
Torolf was ashamed at being caught, but his shame made him even hotter – hotter for sex. He stepped into the room, and his bulging abs accidentally smushed into Hilda’s rich chest.
As Hilda’s buttermilk bosoms squished up against his granite abs, Torolf almost had a dick aneurysm.“Hilda,” Torolf murmured thickly, his throbbing meat wand pressing against Hilda’s warm thighs. “There is a secret I need to not tell you: You are my forbidden desire.”
Hilda had been waiting to hear these words. Her heart was lifted on golden wings and soared toward a radiant sun of perfect joy. She saw herself and Torolf happy together, bathed in the golden light of love. Her snooch got all warm, too.
“Torolf,” Hilda moaned, her lush teats straining with desire. “I need you.”Torolf, coarse abs pulsing softly in the moonlight, stood silently.Hilda looked at him expectantly.“Oh, sorry,” she added. “Torolf, I need you – sexually.”
At hearing those beautiful words, Torolf flexed his rough-hewn abs and Hilda found herself being guided to her soft bed by the sheer force of Torolf’s undulating midsection. She parted her thighs in anticipation, exposing the soft pink petals of her clunge.
Torolf entered her like she was a lottery. His engorged pecker pushed inside her and she felt fulfilled with sexual fulfillment.
Hilda clutched at the bedsheets with lust and ecstasy and her hands. Her spongy love mountains hurled to and fro with each pounding. Her body was like a beautiful flower that was opening and somebody was pushing their dick inside it.
Then Torolf moaned, arched his back, and suffered from dick Parkinson’s. He pumped in all of his hot pearlescent sperms as Hilda spasmed with so many orgasms!
The two lay still for a moment as the stinky scent of lovemaking billowed around the room.Hilda got out of bed, still shimmering with orgasm. She glowed with contentment, like a cat who ate the cream of the crop.
She walked across the room and picked up her towel, still wet with shower water. “Torolf,” she said softly, “there’s something I have to tell you…”
But her bed was empty.
Torolf was gone, escaped out the bedroom window. In the distance, Hilda heard the fading sound of galloping abs.
….

DICK
ANEURYSM

GALLOPING ABS

Who told this lady she could write?

Why did she ever stop?

IT GETS WORSE THE FURTHER IN THE PASSAGE YOU GO OMG

i fukcing lost it at meat wand

Guys someone did a dramatic reading of this!

I leave this here with no comment.

delete-the-wife:

thewintersoulja:

frappemako:

the-one-inside:

someottersmarryhedgehogs:

noiselesspatientspider:

iheartuniversecookies:

angelas-extrasandstuff:

I would like to share this beautiful passage with all of you, it’s long, but worth it. And I swear to god I didn’t alter any of this. 

….

Her long hair, still wet from the shower, had been combed down her back in a wet swath. Hilda was sitting on the floor, her round, wet boobs still wet from the shower’s water. She dried off the water with a towel, which then became wet.

Hilda gasped when she saw a reflection in her bedroom mirror: through the slightly open door, she caught a glimpse of the chiseled abs and square jaw of the mysterious stranger who shared her cabin. She stood and spun around, her breasts swinging heavily with the momentum. She grabbed the door and flung it open, revealing shirtless Torolf (which is seriously his name) quivering with desire in the hallway.


Torolf was ashamed at being caught, but his shame made him even hotter – hotter for sex. He stepped into the room, and his bulging abs accidentally smushed into Hilda’s rich chest.


As Hilda’s buttermilk bosoms squished up against his granite abs, Torolf almost had a dick aneurysm.
“Hilda,” Torolf murmured thickly, his throbbing meat wand pressing against Hilda’s warm thighs. “There is a secret I need to not tell you: You are my forbidden desire.”


Hilda had been waiting to hear these words. Her heart was lifted on golden wings and soared toward a radiant sun of perfect joy. She saw herself and Torolf happy together, bathed in the golden light of love. Her snooch got all warm, too.


“Torolf,” Hilda moaned, her lush teats straining with desire. “I need you.”
Torolf, coarse abs pulsing softly in the moonlight, stood silently.
Hilda looked at him expectantly.
“Oh, sorry,” she added. “Torolf, I need you – sexually.”

At hearing those beautiful words, Torolf flexed his rough-hewn abs and Hilda found herself being guided to her soft bed by the sheer force of Torolf’s undulating midsection. She parted her thighs in anticipation, exposing the soft pink petals of her clunge.

Torolf entered her like she was a lottery. His engorged pecker pushed inside her and she felt fulfilled with sexual fulfillment.

Hilda clutched at the bedsheets with lust and ecstasy and her hands. Her spongy love mountains hurled to and fro with each pounding. Her body was like a beautiful flower that was opening and somebody was pushing their dick inside it.

Then Torolf moaned, arched his back, and suffered from dick Parkinson’s. He pumped in all of his hot pearlescent sperms as Hilda spasmed with so many orgasms!

The two lay still for a moment as the stinky scent of lovemaking billowed around the room.
Hilda got out of bed, still shimmering with orgasm. She glowed with contentment, like a cat who ate the cream of the crop.

She walked across the room and picked up her towel, still wet with shower water. “Torolf,” she said softly, “there’s something I have to tell you…”

But her bed was empty.

Torolf was gone, escaped out the bedroom window. In the distance, Hilda heard the fading sound of galloping abs.

….

DICK

ANEURYSM

GALLOPING ABS

Who told this lady she could write?

Why did she ever stop?

IT GETS WORSE THE FURTHER IN THE PASSAGE YOU GO OMG

i fukcing lost it at meat wand

Guys someone did a dramatic reading of this!

I leave this here with no comment.

gorosalsabae asked:

Did you ever ship dramione?

Not even a smidge.

In all honesty, roughly 98% of my fanfiction consumption is slash (the remaining 2% being taken up by femmeslash and gen). Harry/Draco has been my main ship since forever so I tend to nope the fuck out of there whenever they end up with someone else. Although I can see an argument for Dramione having a similar relationship make-up to Drarry, it’s just never appealed to me in the slightest *shrug* I am quite partial to a strong Draco-Hermione friendship, though. That’s always good fun, especially if they bond over something nerdy like hardcore research.

pussycat-scribbles

It’s about damn time I started doing prints, and whilst I’d like to be doing things myself I decided to take some babysteps and use Society6 in the mean time.

It’s a work in progress, but there are 4 images available so far, mostly Sailor Moon stuffs. Print sizes are limited by whatever size canvas I originally worked on (which varies a hell of a lot). I’ll try and standardize that if I make any more pictures available in the future <3 

Go forth, my people!

Anonymous asked:

Was looking around at tablets and was wondering how much did you pay for yours and how happy would you say you are with it?

My current tablet, the Wacom Intuos Pro Small, was a gift. I think it was bought from Amazon for whatever the cheapest option was at the time last Christmas - possibly around the £200 mark?? Before that, however, I had a Wacom Bamboo (the mte-450 model) followed by the Bamboo Pen. I think I bought both of those for around £60-£70 each from Amazon and they were wonderful and fulfilled all my drawing needs (bearing in mind I do this as a hobby and not professionally).

I got the Intuos because I wanted to upgrade to something more sensitive, but wasn’t ready to go full Cintiq. No reason other than that - both my old Bamboos still work just fine and I would happily switch back if my current one goes on the blink, which I doubt it will because all of the Wacom tablets I’ve ever owned have been pretty solid. My old Graphire 4, bless it, lasted me about 3-4 years of hard use before it gave up the ghost. I’ve never used any brand other than Wacom because I’ve never had the need to switch. If I had to pick one out of the older, cheaper models, though, I’d go with the mte-450 purely because I preferred the set-up and the customisable buttons. The Bamboo Pen is pretty basic and has no buttons at all, just the drawing area.

One common problem I have noticed over the years is that there seems to be a weakness in the connection where the wire joins the actual tablet. Normally it’s a mini-USB or something that you plug in, but after a couple of years the connection tends to bug out a lot and the wire wiggles around. It could be the way I use the tablet and have it positioned on the table, but it’s happened to at least two of my previous tablets. Not a problem if you know someone handy with electronics and a soldering iron, though! It happened to the mte-450 and drove me up the wall so I bought the Bamboo Pen as a replacement, only for my boyfriend to fix it right up and now I have an abundance of tablets about the place.

Hopefully that answers your question somewhat. I’d highly recommend Wacom as a tablet brand as I’ve never regretted buying anything of theirs. I can’t speak for their Cintiq line, and have no idea about the availability of the old models outside of places like Amazon. If you look around, though, I’m sure you can still find some of them, depending on how much you want to shell out.

Anonymous asked:

You make me wanna drawww *make me wanna die tune* I'll never be good enoughhhh~ *cries forever* I love your art style, your sailor moon drawings ajdgkjfhkds and pls keep with the drarry fanart! <33

Thank you very much! The Drarry will not be stopping any time soon, no worries <3 Go forth and draw, my friend! Don’t compare yourself to me, or anyone else. Compete against yourself :D That’s the only opponent you should be pitting yourself against when it comes to improvement. And I don’t mean that to sound condescending in any way, but seriously. Comparing yourself to others is no good for you, or your art. I used to do it all the time and ended up working myself into a complete rut because I was never happy. 

It’s about damn time I started doing prints, and whilst I’d like to be doing things myself I decided to take some babysteps and use Society6 in the mean time.

It’s a work in progress, but there are 4 images available so far, mostly Sailor Moon stuffs. Print sizes are limited by whatever size canvas I originally worked on (which varies a hell of a lot). I’ll try and standardize that if I make any more pictures available in the future <3 

Go forth, my people!

-cackles- COMMENCE FANDOM REVIVAL. I have a week off work and I intend to spend it drawing.

Okay, so. I was thinking about Beyblade (as I’ve been doing pretty much every waking moment recently) and it occurred to me - and many a fanfic author, it must be said - that constantly sharing a hotel room with someone you have the hots for is going to wreak havoc with your libido, particularly if there are three other people present to stop you making a move.

I actually intended this to be a comic strip in which Kai wakes up totally unsuspecting, only to be blindsided by Rei doing his morning stretching, but I kind of got carried away with just the one panel, as you can see >__>;; It perhaps ended up slightly more suggestive than intended, but I regret nothing. Interpret it how you will!

2003 is calling…

…it wants its feels back :|

So I’ve just finished watching season one of Beyblade. I’ve once again managed to fall madly in love with Kai Fucking Hiwatari (I’m not kidding when I say I feel 13 all over again and I am so embarrassed for myself you have no idea, guys). He’s just…Kai Hiwatari. There’s no other way to describe him. Grumpy, snarky, anti-social bastard. Fuck him and his stupid hair and sarcasm and his dedication to being a decent team leader even if it means upsetting the rest of them by spilling hard truths all over the place, and especially fuck his mysterious and tragic past because it just makes me think he needs a proper seeing to from Rei cuddle.

For a while I was genuinely worried that my OTP wouldn’t…well, be my OTP anymore. I was always the hardcore KaRe shipper - side pairings didn’t really matter, as long as those two were the main focus. But, I suppose there’s always a risk when re-watching old animes that you could see things differently. Luckily I was right all along: Kai and Rei are meant to be together forever and no one will convince me otherwise. They just…get each other. It’s a beautiful thing *happy sigh*

Beyblade/KaRe was my true first fandom. I wouldn’t be here without it, in all seriousness. They gave me all the encouragement I needed to keep going with my art and although I’ve spread my fandom wings far and wide, I will never forget it. Or the people (you know who you are, whether we’re still talking or not). Of course, with my revived love of all things KaRe, I’ve been hunting down fanfiction like a fiend. Thank god for places like ff.net (never thought I’d say that!), which still have the old stuff floating around. So many gems for me to (re-)discover. 

I swear to god, at the moment my love of this pairing is strong enough to pull off a one-person revival of the whole fandom…

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Choices, choices…

The Great British Bake-Off starts up tomorrow. It clashes with the timeslot I normally reserve for the week’s episode of Free! and I’m honestly so conflicted. Do I spend my Wednesday evenings watching a goofy, heartwarming baking programme where I get super invested in the contestants’ ability to make custard and cake, or do I shed tears of joy over precious gay swimming angels and revel in the glory that is my dashboard immediately after?