#*deep breath and exhale*

[wordsandrobots]

Does . . . does someone need to explain to YouTube that lightsabers make no sense? As in, they can melt metal (turning it red hot and liquefying it) but don't set people's eyebrows on fire every time they strike a pose with one?

Hell, they can cauterise wounds instantly but don't seem to radiate heat at all. They are crystallised beams of light, the colour of which is not obviously correlated to energy output in any way. You either knock one up in your spare time in a desert hut or have to go on a vision quest to retrieve the mystic heart of them. How the hell does the balance work? Is the laser heavy?!

Quite frankly if they get treated as if they were just, you know, swords, that's really not any less daft than anything else about them.

[wilwheaton]

if you could give one piece of advice to anyone ever walking the earth, what would it be?

Be kind.

Be honest.

Be honorable.

Always do your best, and accept that your best varies from moment to moment.

Don't be a dick.

[rosemarytrash]

okay my soul feels better now

[ghostly-grave]

one of my favourite bucktommy moments and its just buck sighing so dreamily over the idea of calling tommy up to try again

[saydesole]

After a long vacation I am back 🫶🏽

[squilfmybeloved]

no my otp isnt pepperony or rhodeytony or stony or even ironstrange. its actually rhodey/tony/strange/steve/pepper/may/nat. do with that beautiful creation what you will. also fun uncles sambucky and fun kids parley parkner <33

[stevie-petey]

do you have any headcanons or ideias for bug and steve’s first time?

i honestly dont really think about them in that way !!

all i can really envision is that when it does finally happen, it happens naturally, it isnt a big deal or something done consciously. they simply just fall into each other one night and dont stop.

in the morning, steve is extra gentle with bug and they share a small, secret and shy smile. they dont say anything, they dont need to. nothing changes. their relationship just becomes a little fuller, a little more all encompassing.

as for timeline, sometime between season 4 and 5 obviously. if we do get the time jump, id say it happens closer to the start of season 5. bug needs time to mourn everyone, and steve never tries anything unless she initiates first <3

[zetterbabe]

on the bench (10.18.23)

[silent-sentinels]

probably one of the worst depression days we've had in a while but we survived it at least.

[devondespresso]

might have to dip my toes into the marmalade fandom because looking back the whole movie feels like a thrilling engaging act 1 to a whole 3 act series. I desperately want to follow Otis through the arc he could be having after that ending. I want those handful of shots with gears clearly turning to be the story, the possible implications of every hesitation. It feels like we stopped at the beginning of act 2, screw kung fu panda 4 or moana 2 i want a marmalade trilogy

[eggsistential-basket]

how it feels getting trapped in a sleep paralysis/false awakening loop for 40 minutes while trying to take a nap right before having to make a phone call

[raamitsu]

why do i keep seeing post talking about gojo revival? i understand we’re coping but are we sure there is a way for gojo to come back? like- don’t give me hope.

[travelersrest]

🌺🎼🌺

[crenna]

i know the modern society has a habit of highlighting those who get a lot of done and have a lot of energy to do things and that it can feel overwhelming, and to be hard not to compare yourself to them.

but you are good enough even in the times when you're exhausted. you are allowed to take a break when you need one. you are good enough when you go at your own pace.

sending love to all of you today 💕

[umbracirrus]

I'm having another one of those 'damn I make a lot of emphasis on how my characters are breathing and conveying emotions through inhaling and exhaling' moments-

[thenanamis]

ASKING JJK MEN, "IS IT IN YET?"

a/n : y'all know what y'all signed up for ʘ⁠‿⁠ʘ

KENTO doesn’t speak at first.

He just stills. Half of his thick cock stretching your cunt, your legs already trembling from how slow he’s been working you open. His jaw clenches. He closes his eyes.

Then—he exhales through his nose. A low, calm breath. The kind that says you’ve made a terrible mistake.

"Not in yet?" he repeats quietly, as if he's genuinely confirming.

And then he slams the rest of his cock in with a brutal snap of his hips.

You cry out, back arching, hands scrabbling for something to hold onto — but he doesn't give you a second. He sets a pace, deep and rhythmic, hips snapping into yours with punishing precision.

"Maybe I need to remind you what it feels like when it is."

His hand finds your throat, not squeezing — just there — anchoring you as he drives into you harder, his composure unraveling with every thrust.

"You’ll know next time. You’ll feel it tomorrow. You’ll be dripping my cum and still sore, and you’ll know it was in."

And he doesn’t stop until you’re gasping, shaking, ruined — and no longer so smug.

SATORU stares at you like you’ve just handed him the key to hell and told him to let loose.

"Is it in yet?"

He repeats it under his breath, a slow grin spreading across his face. It’s not playful. It’s dangerous. His cock throbs inside you, and you swear you can feel his hands tighten on your hips.

"Ohhh. You wanna play that game, huh?"

Then he pulls out — to the tip — and slams back in, hard enough to make the entire bed jolt. You squeal. He laughs.

And then he starts fucking you.

Not making love. Not teasing. Just fucking — rough, fast, unforgiving. Your legs fly open wider, toes curling, eyes rolling back with every brutal thrust.

"Still can’t feel it? Want me to go deeper, baby?"

He flips you like nothing, presses you into the mattress, and drives into you from behind, one hand buried in your hair, the other squeezing your ass hard enough to bruise.

"Gonna fuck that dumb question right outta you."

And he does. You’re a mess in minutes — crying, moaning, your voice breaking — and he still keeps pounding you, grinning like a madman as you scream his name.

SUGURU goes very, very still.

His cock is halfway inside you, thick and pulsing. You’re already clenching, already moaning, but you look up with that little smirk and say it:

"Is it in yet?"

He doesn’t smile. He doesn’t laugh. He just looks at you.

"Say that again."

You do. Barely. With a little nervous tremble in your throat.

And then he grabs your wrists, pins them above your head, and thrusts in deep — in one long, brutal motion that steals every breath from your lungs. Your cunt grips him instantly, tight and soaking, and he groans low, deep in his chest.

"Still think I’m not in? Hm?"

His hips move slow — so slow — but punishing. Deep enough to hit that sweet, devastating spot with every roll of his hips.

He watches your face twist with pleasure. Watches your confidence melt into gasping, ruined whimpers.

"You wanna be a brat? Then take it. Take all of me. Feel what happens when you mouth off to a man like me."

And you do. You take it. Crying his name by the time he cums deep inside you.

CHOSO gasps.

You say it half-jokingly, with that sparkle in your eye. He’s just started easing into you, careful, gentle, worried you’ll be too tight for him — and you tease,

"Is it in yet?"

His whole body goes rigid. His hands shake. His eyes go wide.

"You didn’t feel that? I’m in, I—"

And then something shifts. You see it.

He stops worrying.

And he thrusts in hard, deeper than he ever has, his cock slamming into your softest parts as a sharp cry rips from your throat.

"You feel it now?"

You don’t get a chance to respond — he’s already moving, his thrusts messy and frantic, fucking you with something close to desperation. His hair sticks to his cheeks. He’s panting, moaning, his voice cracking every time he pushes in.

"You feel every inch now, right? You know I’m in—fuck—you’re squeezing me so tight, I can’t—"

He cums hard, burying his cock as deep as it’ll go, then presses his forehead to yours with a breathless little whimper.

"Don’t… don’t say that ever again. I’ll lose it."

TOJI laughs. But it’s not funny.

It’s the kind of laugh that means you just fucked up.

"Is it in yet?" you ask, cocky, smiling — and he’s already deep.

His expression drops. He leans down until his lips are at your ear.

"You wanna feel it? Fine."

Then he grabs your ankles, throws your legs over his shoulders, and starts slamming into you — hard. Brutal. Loud. Your headboard slams the wall. Your back arches clean off the mattress as your moans break into screams.

"Still don’t feel it? I’ll fuck you til it hurts."

And he does. He doesn’t slow down. Doesn’t give you room to speak. Just fucks you like he’s trying to brand you from the inside out, until you’re crying, shaking, body twitching with every thrust.

He cums deep, fills you to the brim, and watches your wrecked expression with a low, filthy groan.

"Bet you’ll never ask that again, huh?"

SUKUNA halts. Looks at you.

"What did you just say?"

His cock’s stretching you open, thick and heavy, and you’re already panting — but your eyes glitter with mischief, and you whisper it again:

"Is it in yet?"

You don’t even have time to blink before his hand is around your throat and he’s burying himself to the hilt in one merciless thrust.

You scream. He groans. And then he starts fucking you like he’s furious.

"Not in yet? How about now, woman?"

His cock pistons in and out, brutal and unforgiving, and your body gives under him — all twitching muscles and helpless moans. You try to grab him, to anchor yourself, but he shoves your wrists down and just keeps driving into you, laughing when your voice breaks into sobs.

"Still got jokes, huh? Still wanna be a brat?"

He doesn’t stop until he’s cumming inside, growling like an animal, watching it leak out of you with a dark, satisfied smirk.

"Next time you say that shit, I’ll fuck your mouth instead."