#( I'M OBSESSED )

[gschamig]

Do I or do I not look like an anime character here?

[the-peerless-cucumber]

I was a little insane in the tags today so I'm just linking the posts I saw <3

thegirlisuedtobe, I-smell-sarcasm, juravel

Someone pls show me the wlw makeup meme with Glinda and Elphaba I know it has to exist. After all these years I know it’s out there I just need to find it

This is the one

[calexinred]

Yes. I'm gonna repost agathario's kiss gifs until the end of times. No matter the filter, the sharpening, the brightness, the hue, the exposure, the shadows, the highlights, the contrast, the angle, the ratio.... I'm just gonna do it

[r0ttinggard3nof3den]

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Love me god damnit

[laptopcius]

In this update we didn't kiss with Cain, but:

We had Cain staying with us after we pleaded for him to not go

We received compliment from him

We had rather intimate dream about him

We were the first one to get saved by him

Cain tried to sacrifice himself and mc didn't put up with it

Mc realised she used to know Cain before

And finally we received cg (a little strange looking, but cool anyway)

In conclusion - their relationship is still developing and I love how both of them are more open with their feelings. They trust each other and they're ready to defend one another. They're just so 🥺

PS: look at him with his hair wet 😭 Such a baby.

[thegoogoomuckkk]

all I can say is: takuma ino is morbidly, disturbingly, unheathily obsessed with you, he doesn't go more than ten minutes without thinking about you, it's bordering yandere, I feel. I know we talk about nanami & choso etc. being great boyfriends & just loving their significant others unconditionally, & I genuinely believe that's true, but takuma takes it to a whole new level for real. takuma would do anything for you, literally anything. he wouldn't even question it either. his immediate response to any favor you ask, any request you have is "yes." no thoughts, no reservations, no considering, just yes absolutely whatever my girlfriend wants she gets—

xoxo, carlisle

art -> takuma thinks kissing you is truly a form of art

when you first began dating, takuma was slightly insatiable. it was difficult for him to do anything simple; a small goodbye kiss turned into pressing you against the door, rutting into you like a dog; a small smile across the room at a sorcerer’s gala turned into a quickie in the bathroom, your hands shoved down his pants haphazardly, his hands attempting to muffle his endless stream of whines & moans; a sexless moan as you stretched in bed, barely awake, turned into cuddlefucking you (more than once) before heading into work. the list goes on. . .& you love takuma for it, truly. he just loves you so much, how could he possibly be expected to remain calm when you’re so constantly beautiful; you’re like a work of art. but eventually, takuma finds the beauty in taking things slow, keeping things simple. sometimes it’s the smallest details that make the painting a masterpiece. 

of course he knew what it was like to kiss you, but typically it was ravenous, frenzied; if his coworkers or even friends could see what he was like when you two were alone, they’d be shocked. such a reserved, sweet boy now desperate for any physical attention you’d spare him. & when his friends asked him “who wears the pants, huh, ino?” he’d inhale sharply & subtly flex his chest. him, of course. . .right? but when you have him face down, pretty ass up, as he’s begging for “more, please, more,” whining at the delicious friction of it being “t-too deep, s’too deep, please–” when it’s like that, well, he rethinks his answer. 

so yes, takuma was very well acquainted with the act of kissing his you & yes, he likes it, but it’s only when he slows down a bit, that he realizes just how much he fucking loves it. maybe it’s the certainty that he has you, that you’re right there & you’re not going anywhere. he’ll keep you like this, sitting pretty on his lap, for hours, just kissing you. breath hot against his swollen, red lips, as you pull just centimeters apart, nearly whining at the loss of you, when you say, “I hav’ta go, takuma.” 

he shakes his head, almost imperceptibly, “not yet, pretty, just gimme a little longer.” & how on earth were you supposed to say no to him, not when he kisses you just right, when he nips at the skin of your earlobe, when he presses sloppy lips to your collarbone, when he kneads your breast unceasingly, massaging them. he spends the time learning you: the slope of your nose, the fluttering of your eyelashes, the sharp intake of breath when he bites at your neck. . .everything about you, he’s just so obsessed. 

& maybe he paws at your hips softly, trying to create any friction against his painful erection; but he really isn’t too concerned with that at all. he’s got a one track mind & it’s set on kissing you until he’s dizzy & out breath & kissing you even past that until you’re both mindless with the pleasure of it, the simplicity. 

some people say that there’s many different ways to kiss someone: a good morning kiss, a goodnight kiss, a hello kiss, a goodbye kiss, etc. & maybe this was true, but takuma has only two ways he kisses you, & both leave you breathless & wanting more. he’ll kiss you whenever he sees you; the simple kiss two lovers share when they want everyone to know they’re in love, or maybe just to remind themselves of it. these are always cut short, never quite enough for you or for him, but “we’re in public, ino,” you’d say with a stern expression, playfully slapping his chest. “we can’t–not now.” he’d look at you longingly, trying to convey so much through just a look: how he doesn’t care if you’re in public & he doesn’t care who’s watching. in fact, he doesn’t mind spectators at all; if it were up to him, he’d broadcast your kisses everywhere he could so that all of japan knew that you were his & he was yours. 

but then there’s kisses like this. this is not hello, nor is it goodbye. there’s no hidden meaning here, or a desire to show off. . .just you & him together. you, he thinks. a work of art. how can he show you just how perfect he thinks you are, how much he wants you, all to himself. what he doesn’t know is how much you already know. takuma thinks he’s a pretty private person; he doesn’t keep many close friends, & he certainly isn’t getting around. but you know him nonetheless, know him better than he thought was possible. you know that he keeps a picture of you in front of the glass of his speedometer, so that every time he gets in his car, you’re there. you know that he itches the back of his neck when he’s not quite sure of something, that he can hardly fall asleep anymore if you’re not tucked under his arms, breathing hot breath on his neck. he keeps secrets, but certainly not very well. yes, he’s got a ring tucked in the pocket of his pants at all times, & you’d like to maybe pretend that it’s something else, because marriage, really? but erections aren’t a square-shaped box. 

& of course those are your favorite kisses, & they're his favorite too because, whether or not they lead to more, the journey is more important than the destination. it’s when he becomes a little more confident, nipping at your skin, digging his teeth in, big, veiny, capable hands roaming all over your body. groping anything he could get his hands on. he really feels as though he’s matured; he’s past the horny boy stage, or so he thought. anything & everything you do is just so attractive to him. 

you’re very different people, you & takuma. you keep yourself busy: you think about how smooth the nape of his neck is when you dig your fingernails into it, you think about how pretty his whimpers are as they spill into your throat, you think about how fucking hot the string of spit connecting the two of you is when he pauses to bring you down, down, down onto him, shifting you back & forth for a small time, enjoying you just like this. you think about how soft his hair is as your fingers card through it, how hard his nipples are poking against his tight shirt, how good his hands feel cupping your breasts, squeezing the fat of them, & how much you need him, the desire becoming just too much to handle. it's then that you tell him, "m-more, ino." that's all it takes for him to stand up from the chair you keep tucked against the desk & push you down on your bed, deep into the soft blankets, not breaking your kiss. he likes it a little too much when you use that tone, those words. there's no room for debate. either he'll please you or he'll die trying.

whereas takuma finds it difficult to think about anything but you, you, you. . . even when he’s not kissing you, he’s thinking about you. when he’s sitting at his little desk in his tiny office adjacent to nanami’s because “you have to have somewhere to do your paperwork, ino. it’s the professional thing to do.” when he’s walking back to the safe location after expelling a handful of rather annoying curses. when he’s driving home after a long day, & throughout that long day, he’s thinking of you. your whines that fuel the fire in his chest, your hair falling in your face as he tilts you down to him, your soft smile in between kisses or when he’s sucking on the pulse point of your neck. he’s thinking about it, even when you think he’s not, when he’s telling you about his day or when you’re telling him about yours, when he’s off on another tangent about how great his mentor, nanami, is, or when you’re cooking dinner for him in nothing but a t-shirt & panties, god he’s thinking about you. how could he not be? you’re like his own museum that he can map out, touch with his eyes, explore. truly, you are a work of art & he's intent on scouring every inch of you. 

can you tell that I love run-on sentences? did you like it? -> here's my masterlist -> want something more? ask me for it

[marizch]

omg mel medarda hi!!

[qteachoice]

Lee Donghun A.C.E (에이스) – PINATA @인기가요 inkigayo

[bassiter2]

this is so beautiful

[shift-shaping]

God I forgot what an absolute lunatic blackwall is

Man is just out in the hinterlands cosplaying. Like replaying the game knowing Solas is the Dread Wolf adds all this cool intrigue and double meaning but replaying it knowing about Blackwall is fucking wild. He looks you in the face and lies directly out of his ass. Solas is all doublespeak and careful omission and Blackwall just fully makes shit up. What a madlad. I'm obsessed with him. he's so fake it til you make it. He would kill it on TikTok just like "oh yeah grey wardens can't get COVID it's right here in the treaties" and no one calls him on it because the treaties are old as fuck and boring. Alistair (who is supposed to be able to sense the Blight) is like oh hey blackwall haha we've definitely met I totally remember you. No you Haven't, Alistair. You've never seen this jackass ever in your life. He looks Solas, god of betrayal, in the eyes and says with full confidence "Yes, I am a Grey Warden." And Solas is like Sure. Iron Bull? Buys his bullshit completely. Leliana? Thinks he's cool. Everyone else is like "you smell like shit but I guess that's just how Wardens smell" and he's like "Damn Right It Is Have I Told You My Vietnam Stories" guy was born in '68. You can flirt with him almost immediately. Character of all time. What the fuck.

[torisprlng]

you guys are like a dead married couple on acid

[nekrosmos]

Okay more memes it is then

Part 1 / Part 3

[sunny-boooo]

Not done with my rants for today I still have things to speak.

Pomni went from fearing holding someones hand.

To dreaming about people holding her hand.

To finally holding someones hand when it was offered to her.

Next step is to she herself make the first move and take someones hand me thinks.

[spadelynnne]

I need a season 2 so bad 😭

[vaspider]

OKAY TUMBLR

What's going on

Why is nobody talking about HOW FUCKING GOOD KAOS IS yet

Am I going to have to do this all myself?

Why are we not talking about the incredible effortless trans and disability rep & how the director is non-binary & just changed Atropos' pronouns in the script the same day that Sam Buttery switched from they/them to she/her? Or how they actually use the canonically trans man mythological figure of Caenis & show his top surgery scars in his second scene so we know immediately who he is and why [SPOILER EVENT] happened? Why aren't we talking about the flawless worldbuilding? Is no one going to draw me endless Furies fan art? Are we gonna talk about how Harold Perrineau's daughter is starring in a show whose visual language pulls so directly from Romeo + Juliet? Am I going to have to start this fucking hype train myself?

(Also my wife falls asleep very quickly and I've only watched through the end of ep 3 so far so don't spoil me on how they reinterpret the extant myths ok thx)