#(It's good for the soul)

[somecunttookmyurl]

i'm not reblogging the whole post again but @zorilleerrant you are so real for this

[bakudekublogblog]

the dub having shigaraki being like "you wanna tell HIM why you're late"..... he knows they're loverboys

[shootingstarpilot]

Last Line Challenge

Thanks for the tag, @jedi-enthusiast and I'm very pleased to see you back! It was real good to get back into the flow today <3 Have some soft and sleepy codywan from the upcoming chapter of like lightning changing hands:

Waking is, for once, gentle. Cody’s right arm is wrapped around his chest, the other pillowed under his head. His face is pressed against Obi-Wan’s hair, every breath a warm reminder, and in the Force– Only a honey-sweet contentment.  Dizzy with warmth, Obi-Wan reaches up and folds his hand over Cody’s, smiling helplessly at the wall. Cody’s grip tightens for a moment before relaxing, and after a beat, his hand shifts just enough to tangle their fingers together.  His sleep is spotted with hyacinths.

No-pressure tags for @themonopolyhat, @bumbledees, @drauthor, @theredscreech, @aquaticflames, and anyone else who may be interested!

[the-lesser-light]

Tradition

A Rabbi was embarking on a study of local traditions for Jewish groups. Their focus was in exploring smaller synagogues and finding out if they participated in any older or newer customs and trying to find out where they originated from.

Such as finding a remote synagogue that perhaps said certain prayers on Shabbat in a different order than the usual order.

While visiting a small synagogue in the south, they attended a Shabbat and were intrigued to watch as when they brought out the Torah and went on their rounds through the group. When the carrier or the Torah turned down the center aisle, they would dip down very low, almost as if bowing, for a couple of steps, then would rise and carry on.

They returned the next week and witnessed the same thing. What tradition was this? Some forgotten motion of bowing from one of the old countries? Perhaps something long lost from the days of the Temple?

They spoke with the carriers and they didn't know where it had come from either, but it was something they had seen their predecessors do so they did it too.

The Rabbi did some research into the synagogue themselves and finally spoke with a few members who had been there for a long time.

It turns out, ten years prior, the synagogue had been under construction and one of the beams above had broken and hung down across the path, causing the Torah carriers to have to duck down to prevent them from hitting their heads.

When the beams had been repaired, the carriers were so used to ducking that they continued to do so. The next ones to carry the Torah had seen this and they too started to duck down in the same spot.

Now, years later, head bumping hazard now gone, it was a tradition to always duck in the same spot.

The Rabbi that told us this story today smiled keenly after she finished shaking the Lulav and Etrog in the standard directions then gave a little spin in a circle while shaking them all about. "I hope that ten years from now, someone will pass on my tradition and wonder what grand meaning and ancient custom it comes from. In truth, it's just a personal reminder that this holiday is about joy and that sometimes we just have to be a little silly."

[gammarads]

bro don't just touch grass but go outside and play with water guns too

[teathattast]

normalize creating for the sake of creation

[basilone]

Smutty nonsense under the cut? From me? More likely than you think. Benny/Darlene, short but explicit, some college AU nonsense in which she is more experienced than he is. Semi-written with the prompts 'lingering touch', 'tug on hair', 'kiss along inside of thigh' in mind (so that tells you where this is headed 👀).

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“Ben…”

His name is a sigh. An exhale. A breathy sound that escapes her lips, slightly muffled by the pillow that she’s clutching and by the ceiling fan’s noise overhead. She never calls him Benny in these moments, except when she’s laughing into his kisses and teasing him something fierce. When it’s not yet serious, like now.

He loves the way she says his name when it’s getting serious. When she’s arching into his every touch and unbuttoning her dress for him, guiding his hands like he’s gonna learn how to deal with these small buttons next time. When she’s kissing his jaw and whispering in his ear that she really wants this. That she wants him.

The thought makes him smile. She’s half out of her dress with her red hair tumbling over her bare shoulders and the denim fabric bunching up at her sides. He palms at himself when his mouth closes around the sheer fabric that covers her nipple and his hand slips one of her bra straps down before she can do it herself. Her breath hitches at the contact. He hears it stutter in her chest before it becomes a gasp in her mouth, wanting and needing and asking him for more without saying another word.

He doesn’t linger too long. Leaves her partially covered by that sheer little number she didn’t warn him about, nipples peeking through the fabric and soft swell of her curves perfectly visible. He kisses right down to her waist, following her smattered freckles, groaning when her foot travels up his body in response. Her laughter is breathy, heady and warm in this heat, and her hand brushes his hair back the longer he lingers on kissing her belly.

“Ben,” she says again, and he grins up at her when her hand’s touch becomes a tug that makes his cock strain against his jeans almost painfully. “Don’t tease…”

He grunts in response. Shifts on the bed until he can undo his belt buckle with one hand while skimming the underside of her breasts with the other. The sound of it makes her push herself up on her arms, lounging so expectantly that he definitely can’t help but chuckle about it. She’s all want wrapped up in a very pretty package, so comfortable being naked that she makes him feel better about undressing in front of her too. Makes him feel better about wanting her so much that he will react to her like this every time he’s with her.

She’s working on the last buttons of her denim dress. Her fingers don’t tremble like his do, though he’s mostly got that under control now. His mouth goes dry at it anyway – the little freckles visible even on her lower belly, the curve of her hips, the…

“Gotcha,” she grins, smug as anything, letting one half of her dress drop to the bed while leaving the other half draped over her. She’s all alabaster and softness, round curve of her hip settling against his wandering hand, small patch of red curls peeking out from between her thighs. “Figured ya needed a surprise…”

He laughs, then, and settles between her legs like he’s been there a million times before. “You’re killing me here,” he laments between his laughter, eyes never straying from how unraveled she looks like this. “When’d you take them off, hm?” he asks, fingertips lingering close to where her panties would’ve rested on her hip if she was still wearing them. “Before or after we got dinner?”

“Just now, when you was talkin’ on the phone,” she breathes, letting her legs fall open to accommodate him. “Didn’t wanna waste time. They were so goddamn wet from all the kissin’ we did, Ben…”

He presses a kiss to her thigh in response. Feels her tug on his hair again, more insistent, when his tongue draws out a small pattern in the kiss’s wake. He can’t help but grin about it. Can’t help but press more kisses to her thigh even as his hand slowly pulls her dress away.

“You,” he breathes, drinking the sight of her in, “were not”– more kisses, pressed so close to the apex of her thighs that she’s left squirming under his lips –“kidding.” He can see how damp her curls have gotten, how wet and slick her cunt seems to be. “Fuck, Darlene,” he whispers, caught between her thighs, “please let me taste you, please let me…”

“C’mere, Ben,” she exhales, hand fastening in his hair while her fingertips deftly slip down to where he most wants to kiss her. “See this”– he can’t unsee that little glistening nub that makes her breath shake when her finger brushes past it –“that’s where I need your tongue, baby,” she whines, spreading wider for him, “want ya to kiss me right the–ohhh!”

He closes his eyes a moment as his lips meet a taste so sweet that he may as well have been given heaven. “Right there?” he checks, then, categorizing her oh sweet fucking baby Jesus as a sign that he might just be getting this right. He can’t help but grin up at her and tease about it. “You sure?”

“Goddamn it, Ben, yeah, fuck, I’m fucking sure, I’m… fuck,” she whimpers, falling back against her pillow, arching against his mouth with all the desperation he recognizes as her need to get off. “Please lick me right there, baby, I need… I fucking… Ben…”

He locks his arms around her thighs. Crashes her against his mouth. He’s never been harder in his life, but this isn’t about him. He’s going to come apart just from tasting her, from having her move against his tongue like she’s doing now, from her hand in his hair and her thighs trembling under his touch. She’s too fucking loud for this dorm by far, climbing in pitch the more he drinks her in, begging for his fingers already just like the last time she rode his thigh and his hand, garbled little moans and sweet nothings escaping her all the while.

“Fuck, darling,” he exhales, pressing a few stray kisses to her thigh, feeling entirely drunk off her alone, “I wanna do this for hours…”

Her giggle is the true music to his ears.

[gayferrari]

I'm so happy Toto decided to put his tall foot in his huge fucking mouth in time to distract us all from the Jack Doohan Flavio Briatore of it all

[manic-pixie-dream-dude]

Hunter Red Cardinal harpy form?

(nodding sagely) Hunter Harpy Form... 🍵

I've always been a big fan of this concept! It's one of my faves to come out of the fandom. Now with hunter gaining Flapjack's powers, it'd be really interesting to see him also be able to turn into a harpy (and it'd be cool to compare and contrast the harpy transformation between him n flap + eda n the owl beast)

Also, I find it funny if he can be badass in the harpy form but half of the time he's just like:

yknow?

[pandora15]

tears of the kingdom fic!

I uh...had this sitting in my drafts for a while and finally decided to finish it.

enjoy!

[desperatepleasures]

one thing I really enjoy about writing this harukan smut is having haruka repeatedly realize that kantarou not only matches his freak but exceeds it

[lowstakesvampires]

sometimes u just gotta draw your oc being comforted by their mom

[racfoam]

“Was it the hair or the eyes?”

“Ah, Harry. I would know you blind.”

- Harry & Voldemort, your fingers seek mine, Chapter 1

[hardlypartying]

writing about rafe straddling kiara and pinning her down on the ground w his hand over her mouth so she calms down and stops freaking out in silver spoons and then switching word docs to rafe being all moon-eyed over kiara being an angel on earth while she kicks his ass at the bachelor/ette party scavenger hunt is such a fun experience

[tkdrawz]

Now she made a whole video about it! 🤣🤣🤣

I'm not giving her a single click nor view. Instead, I'll use this as a reminder for everyone to

✨️DRINK WATER✨️

There are so many wonderful benefits of drinking water!

💦 Promotes clear skin!

💦 Aids with weight loss!

💦Regulates blood pressure and body temperature!

💦Helps your brain and body function! Especially your kidneys!

💦 Tastes great! (Except Dasani. Stay away from Dasani.🙅🏾‍♀️) You can even add fruit for some flavor! 🍋🍓🥝

The most happiest people I know, no matter their size or style, drink plenty of water. So please, drink water today! ��

[dudeshusband]

actually...why does no one have an f/o from gilligan's island?