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IF YOU FEEL LIKE IT, PLEASE GIVE US SOME MAIDPOOL (maybe even some Spidermaid) WITH SILLY INTERACTIONS!!!
say my name and i just have to serve- đââď¸đĽ
can't forget his partner in crime. SPIDER-MAID!
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One Nice Bug Per Day

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Acquired Stardust

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RASCAL!!!
IF YOU FEEL LIKE IT, PLEASE GIVE US SOME MAIDPOOL (maybe even some Spidermaid) WITH SILLY INTERACTIONS!!!
say my name and i just have to serve- đââď¸đĽ
can't forget his partner in crime. SPIDER-MAID!
SKETCH EXTRAS

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Rest in Peace, Tony.
I'll always remember your smile.
Anthony Head (1954-2026)
This can't be fucking real oh my god.
ok this looks ultra mega based, are you kidding me? can you imagine the bullshit i could get up to with this bad boy? fuck yes i want ten
Wait are iPhone bros coping because Apple has to be more universal? Lol.
Boo hoo i'll be able to add more physical storage to my phone and be able to change out batteries if they degrade as well as all these other optional features I won't have to touch
Continuing in the trend of political cartoons depicting milquetoast moderate positions seem so much cooler and more badass than they are
I love how they add totally absurd things no one is asking for to make the idea look crazy. And still, I must emphasize, failing to make this look like a bad idea.
"Is this what you want? Is this ugly stupid bullcrap what you want??" the biggest loudest idiot in the room asks, holding up a picture of the hottest looking shit I've ever seen

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Day 21 of the 27 Days of Spider-Plush (kinda)
None of the plushies I saw today were considered important enough for me to post, so today, YOU guys will post the plushies and entertain ME.
Deadpool plushie from da comics
Don't make him say it Stiles, you already know.
In a universe where no one knows that Peter parker is spider man, but everyone still knows one of the identities in one way or another.
The thing is, the heroes hate Peter parker, but love Spiderman
"You mean that creep that is always following poor Spidey around? He should be ashamed of himself Spidey is a hero that is helping this city!"
The villains that know him, (and jjj) love Peter parker and hate Spiderman
"That wall crawling delinquent is nothing but a menace, Parker is doing us all a favor by helping to expose Spiderman's crimes!"
Peter doesn't know of he should feel insulted or thankful
We always talk about Stiles gettin a tattoo about Derek, as the triskel, a wolf or a moon. But what if Derek got a tattoo for Stiles too?
A bat, a 23, Mischief in his forearm

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Stiles and Derek go on a nice date... which is immediately derailed by another couples apparent terrible first date that Stiles and Derek are now fully eavesdropping on (Derek is eavesdropping on. Derek's using his superior hearing to relay everything to Stiles, whose human ears can't hear shit)
you said you wouldn't be mean đś
"you attract what you fear"
AHHHHHH A RICH BENEFACTOR WHO WILL FUND ALL MY WEIRD CREATIVE ENDEAVOURS NOOOOOO STAY AWAYYYY
We have ways of making you talkâŚ
âHiiiiiii,â Derek said happily, when Isaac broke down the door, and he and Scott and Stiles burst into the room. âIâm chained up!â
Stiles looked at Scott, who looked at him, and then they both looked at Isaac, who was too taken aback to even blink, apparently. Derek was indeed chained up. Again.
That wasnât the surprising part.
âIâm really glad to see you,â Derek said, rolling his head against the fence. He was barefoot and dirty, and he was slurring his words just enough to be noticeable, but there was no blood anywhere Stiles could see. âAre you glad to see me?â
âWeâre, um, yes?â Scott said, like he wasnât entirely sure.
âWeâre really, really glad to see you,â Isaac said, in the tone of voice youâd use to talk to a little kid. âArenât we, guys?â He shot threatening looks at Stiles and Scott.
âRight, yes,â Stiles said immediately as Scott said, âAbsolutely! Super glad!â
âAre you all right?â Isaac asked Derek, taking a wary step closer. They were all off balance now, unsure of what theyâd walked into.
âNo,â Derek said petulantly. âI want to hug you but I canât.â He frowned and tugged against the manacles on his wrists. âYouâre my best friends in the whole world.â
âI think heâs okay,â Scott said after a long, awkward silence. âExcept. You know.â He made a vague gesture at Derek, who didnât seem to be hurt, specifically. Just veryâŚun-Derek-like.
âWe shouldâwe donât have much time,â Stiles reminded everyone, but it still took a few more seconds for someone to move, all of them completely thrown by the way Derek was acting. Theyâd been prepared for gore, for carnage, maybe for a dead body. They hadnât been prepared for this.
âI was hoping Stiles would come,â Derek said dreamily, eyes fixed on him while Scott started on the manacles with a bolt cutter.
âAnd here I am,â Stiles said unnecessarily, throwing his hands out in a little flourish before he awkwardly shoved them in his jacket pockets. Derekâs dirty, beaming face was freaking him out.
The last manacle came apart under the bolt cutters and hit the floor next to Derekâs bare toes with a loud clang. âI care about you guys so much,â Derek gushed, slumping over into Isaacâs arms.
âThis is way worse than I imagined,â Scott said under his breath, shaking his head.
âGuys, Iâm serious. We gotta go,â Stiles said. Theyâd already been here too long, and every little noise was making him jump.
âStiles says we gotta go,â Derek muttered. âStiles is always bossing me around and I like it.â
âOh my God,â Stiles said faintly, into the shocked silence. Isaac looked like he was trying not to laugh. Scott was looking at Derek like heâd grown a second head.
âYou are so stoned, man,â Isaac said, shaking his head, and Derek promptly launched into another repetition of Iâm so glad you guys are here. Isaac propped him up while Scott slipped his shirt over his head, both of them humming agreement to every single one of Derekâs declarations of love and happiness.
There were some syringes, most of them empty, one of them still full of a cloudy yellow liquid, scattered on the floor. Stiles grabbed the full one and carefully put it in his pocket while Scott and Isaac helped Derek into his shoes.
When they finally got him out to the Cruiser, it looked like Derek was going to get in willingly enough, until he saw Stiles head for the driverâs seat, at which point he balked, bracing his arms against the door frame like a cat trying to avoid the kitty carrier. âI want you to ride in the back with me, Stiles,â he said, refusing to budge. âI missed you.â
Stiles paused, hand on the door handle, and wondered how this shit kept happening to him. He wanted to bang his head against the Cruiserâs window, but that wouldnât help anyone. âPlease stop talking,â he begged Derek. âJust get in, okay?â
Derek glared at him, and for one reassuring second it was like the real Derek was back, until he said, âYouâre hurting my feelings.â
âJesus Christ,â Scott said, with feeling.
âFine!â Stiles hissed, because shouting was a bad idea when you were escaping with someoneâs prisoner. He marched around to the back door and handed the keys to Scott.
Appeased, Derek caught the front of Stiles jacket in his grubby hand and held on as he got in, practically dragging Stiles with him. As soon as Stilesâ butt hit the seat, Derek was right there, pressed against his side, trying to burrow under his arm.
âYou need to put your seat belt on,â Stiles protested, shoving at him to no avail. âSafety first!â
Derek scoffed at the idea of a seatbelt as he wormed a little closer and put his head under Stilesâ chin. âI want to sit by you,â he said stubbornly. âYou smell nice. I like you. I want to touch you. I think about you when Iââ
âOkay!â Stiles yelled, slapping his hand down over Derekâs mouth before he could finish that horrifying sentence. âI think I get it.â
Stiles fully expected to get bitten, but instead Derek gently took his hand and tugged it away. He didnât let go, just rubbed his thumb over the knob of Stilesâ wrist as he lifted his head so he could stare into Stilesâ eyes. Isaac was rightâDerek was completely stoned. His eyes were almost all pupil.
âDo you?â Derek asked Stiles earnestly. âDo you really get it?â
âI think heâs gonna get it,â Isaac snorted up front.
"Youâre not helping,â Scott gritted out as he started the engine. He didnât look happy to suddenly be the getaway driver, but tough luck. Stiles was the one dealing with the real problem here.
Derek was still waiting for an answer, with wide eyes and a painfully open expression on his face. Stiles swallowed and said, âCan weâif I promise weâll talk about this once weâre alone will you stop? Will you please stop?â Derek was twining their fingers together, Stiles realized, aghast. âJust wait until weâre alone, okay?â
âOkay,â Derek said, and put his head back on Stilesâ shoulder and didnât say another word until they got to his place.
He held Stilesâ hand the whole time.
You canât just stop there and expect me to be okay with it!
i feel teased and I demand a continuation
hobbits were the peak of civilization in tolkien verse. jobs were Gardening, Stall At The Farmerâs Market, or Mailman. Shoes OFF, capris ON, 6 meals a day, high and fat as all shit. Names like Daddy TwofootâŚ.why the fuck are we horny for elves

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Morgan was having hallucinations. No, not really hallucinations-- more like, figments of imagination come alive that kids her age usually had. A monster under her bed. The tree outside the window that looked like a person. The coat on her chair that stared at her at night.
Tony tried to show her that none of those things were real, and it worked for a first few nights-- until the feeling of security wore off and imagination took hold again. It got to a point where Morgan couldn't sleep in her own room.
Tony got the idea on pure accident. The door to that room-- empty, lifeless, filled with forever unpacked boxes-- just happened to be pulled open a bit, and that plushie just happened to be in his line of sight on top of the bedsheets.
It wasn't necessary, he knew -- the monsters under the bed should not have been real-- but he also knew that, in their world, they might just be. He used the same designs he installed in 17A. Two pairs of robotic limbs, all fitting nicely in their nanite storing unit and hidden in the stuffing inside the toy. A carefully hidden zipper on the toy's back, so the limbs wouldn't tear it apart.
It was perfect. He gave the toy to Morgan next time he tucked her in.
"This is Spider-Man," Tony told her, uselessly, because Morgan already knew exactly whom the toy resembled. Tony made sure of it. "He can't make the monsters go away, but he will protect you from them. No matter what, you don't need to be afraid, because he won't let them hurt you."
Morgan had less and less trouble sleeping, after that, and no longer needed to hide under his and Pepper's blankets.
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THE POWER OF SPIDERMAN!! I DREW THIS WITH A SPRAINED/BROKEN FINGER ( ik it doesnt look bad but it hurts lmaoo )
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