#< need to kiss it

[catlaila]

justice for kabru. they put my man in the wrong genre. bro was meant to be playing psychological games with light yagami and instead he’s playing yaoi mind tennis with a blonde himbo

[w-intent]

[sugarhigh1]

Being fingered by your partner under a blanket while you're cuddling<3 they're just kissing your neck and whispering praises into your ear while you're softly grinding against their hand , letting out the prettiest whimpers and whines

[theeroticlover]

[nooling]

LOOK I JUST REALLY ENJOY THEIR FRIENDSHIP OK?? You can't tell me they wouldn't hang after their respective personal quests (spawn ending ofc)/emotional breakdowns over their own mortality

EDIT: I forgot to watermark these so now more than ever PLEASE don't repost

[hansoeii]

this one's for you, edwin paine

[lyrasringofstardust]

This tweet made me chuckle because i had never considered that THIS is what Armand was suggesting their wall should look like, which then led me to two thoughts:

1. Armand is into bright colours for decorations (at the very least, a lot of yellow), so i take it as even further confirmation that, as many assumed, the dark grey, muted, minimalist look was mostly Louis' doing, which makes sense as an external representation of his state of mind and his depression.

2. Ai Weiwei is a highly political artist, with many works about freedom of speech. This show is never subtle about the art they mention, and this case is nothing less: when you zoom in, the wallpaper consists of beautiful compositions of...surveillance cameras.

So many details for a piece of art they didn't even include. I love this show.

[cholvoq]

Danse Macabre 🥀🔪

[its-your-mind]

[disenchanteds]

SABRINA CARPENTER and JENNA ORTEGA || Taste (2024)

[imbluefox]

[w-intent]

[theeroticlover]

Mhmmm !!! Mood right now !!! 😘

[ash-and-starlight]

humble contribution

[tojisun]

thinking about the way simon leans into you for a kiss like this— he curls his hand around your throat, and he doesn’t really tug or tighten it, instead uses his hold as a leverage to push himself close to you, like he is sucked into your gravitational force, always orbiting. always tethered.

he doesn’t know how it is to not be with you.

and this kiss, just one of many, shows the attraction he always succumbs to. he holds onto you like the way one would clap their hands around a glittering firefly, snuffing its way out to force it to sparkle only for themselves, and folds himself close like he is about to whisper a wish.

the kiss becomes a prayer; it is his offering to you.

and when he pulls back, you see the way your lips had burned him, leaving him all pinked cheeks and twitching nose. you feel breathless at the weight of his adoration, his reverence, because simon looks at you like you are worth more than the flesh that holds you up.

you swallow, throat bobbing, and simon’s fingers twitch on your skin. his hand around your throat feels like an anchor but you watch the way he still sinks into you.

[mothgenes]

i need to psychoanalyze him fr .