#Anywayyyyyyyys

[siren-of-agony]

The horror of immortal whumpee with superhealing. The horror of not leaving scars. The horror of it's not visible, it's not lasting, so it didn't happen.

You can hurt them and hurt them and hurt them and hurt them and hurt them again.

And everyone just sees clear skin, sees youthfulness. No evidence of suffering remains.

It doesn't look like anything happened to them, so how could they still suffer from it?

Why should others give them empathy, give them care, when there's nothing to care about. Why should they themselves?

Just look at them. Nothing happened.

[specshroom]

★ I think Choso is obsessed with kissing ★

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At first he thought the concept was a bit weird like alot of human things. You just... put your lips on someone else's...and hold it there????

 Yeah he was confused. But you were patient with him and from the moment you two had your first kiss the man was hooked. (I'm imagining like fireworks and stars in his eyes with a deep red blush like a comedy anime lmao) 

He's a bit clumsy at first, he's just eager and inexperienced. You can only find it cute, honestly. 

Even much later in the relationship, after he's gotten the hang of it and has settled into casual physical touch. Choso still has such an eagerness for kisses. Unlike sex which has a defined begining, climax and end. Kissing can go on forever, it doesn't have to ever end. Even a half curse like him gets tired and overstimulated eventually and while he obviously loves fucking you, he also loves the ease and casualness of kissing. 

The way he sees it, It still riles you up and allows you to express love and passion for eachother while not being as exhausting. 

When he wakes up? Lazy kisses. When you're making breakfast together? Playful kisses. Cuddling on the couch? Cozy steamy make out kisses. Good bye kisses, Hello kisses, Good morning kisses, Good night kisses, kisses in the shower, kisses in the kitchen, Eskimo kisses, butterfly kisses, cheek, forehead, nose kisses. This man is a fool for literally all of it. 

He loves the sweetness of a simple peck and he loves the spit slick mess of french kissing. He loves the feeling of your lips moving perfectly against his. He loves the feeling of your tongues sliding against each other.  

He loves that it could turn into more at any moment or it could just stay the same for as long as you both want. He loves when you run out of air and release from the kiss with breathy pants, your forehead resting against his. He loves when both of you kiss so much it makes your lips hurt but neither of you want to stop so you just end up rubbing your tongues together to keep the sweet friction going. 

He's so normal about your lips in general. He sees you apply lip stick, lip gloss or lip balm? Mans is already chubbed up. You lick your lips while eating? His mind is wandering right into the gutter. God forbid you pout or bite your lip in front of him. 

His eyes unconsciously go to your lips when you talk. He can't help it, he feels embarrassed if you point it out. 

Now because he holds kissing in such high regard, I don't think he likes kissing you in public that much. It's just such a personal thing for him that he feels weird doing it Infront of other people. That being said, you both have been caught mid make out session multiple times by multiple people. Even though he finds it embarrassing he can't deny you if you offer him a big wet kiss on the cheek. 

He absolutely LOVES kissing during sex. He just thinks it makes the already intimate moment even more intimate. When you're using your pretty mouth to suck him off he can't help but pull you off his dick so he can sloppily kiss you for a bit before letting you get back to it. Your lips just look so good around his dick. His love for kisses also extends to your lower lips btw. He looooves making out with your cunt and kissing up your thighs. Once he's already made you cum, he likes to place gentle kisses on your sensitive clit to watch you shake at the soft touch.

He makes sure that every time you two cum your mouths are also joined. That's why he likes positions where you're face to face so he can easily kiss you when you two cum together. Although he will make sure that even in positions like doggy or when your back is to his chest you will still get that intense messy kiss every climax. 

[shiresome]

REDO OF THESE DESIGNS !!!

Commissions

[greelin]

the fact that he’s just flirting initially because it’s what he knows and is used to after centuries of doing it and he just fucking wants you to like him because liking him guarantees his protection/survival. so he’s trying so hard to be charming and it’s obvious that’s what he’s doing. ohhhhhhhhhhhh it’s so

[writerownstory]

She glances at the sleeveless boy—Luke, she guesses, only to find he’s already looking at her. His face turns a light shade of pink once he realizes he’s been caught, but then his eyes flick to the boy in front of him.

“It’s okay. Just please, keep it down. Or maybe play at a normal time?” Julie considers throwing in that she’s trying to protect them from Flynn’s wrath, but decides against it.

“Of course,” he agrees. “We—”

He’s cut off by loud buzzing coming from inside the apartment behind him. The three of them immediately cover their ears, with Luke quickly turning around to reveal a third boy with a bass guitar strapped to his shoulders and frantically pulling different cords from the amp next to him.

“I’m not doing it! I can’t get it to stop!” Reggie shouts.

The blonde boy hurries over and rips the power cord out of the wall, effectively silencing the amp.

As Julie brings her eyes back to Luke, she realizes there’s a 4th person present. An older man stands next to the amp. He looks like a roadie Julie’s mom used to have to help her out at her shows. “Wait, can you see me?”

She tries to avert her gaze, but it’s too late. “You can see me!” the ghost exclaims.

OR

the Juke Ghost Whisperer AU no one asked for❤️‍🔥

[aadmelioraa]

Pharazôn chooses a large black pearl and has it set in a band of gold. The metal curves like a clever smile to accentuate the size of the glistening gem, forming a claw-like shape as it holds the pearl in place. He prizes this ring most of any jewels he owns, for he had harvested this pearl himself.

Pearls, so it was said, are a gift of the Valar by way of the sea, much like their island itself. But Pharazôn in his youth had dived beneath the waves and hauled his share of glistening shells to the shore. Surrounded by other divers, swapping stories and sharing songs, he’d basked in the sun, salt drying in his jet-black hair as he applied himself with vigor to the work. 

He swells with pride each time he surveys an array of pearls in every color, each different from the last, all harvested by men who understand what a noble thing it is to steward every part of their great island.

The ring is a gift from Míriel’s mother, the last thing she gives her daughter apart from advice on how to manage the egos of men who swan about her in the king’s court. The pearl dates back to the time of Erendis, though that queen herself had never worn it. Míriel wears the ring when she’s a girl, proud of her father and her place in his household, proud of her faith. The silver flower in which the glowing pearl rests is an homage to the blossoms of the fair white tree which grows in the palace courtyard, its scent drifting to her window on the summer breeze.

When it is clear the political tides have turned, Míriel stops wearing that particular ring. Instead she takes to wearing brilliant gold set with the brightest jewels. But when the leaves of Nimloth fall on that fateful day, Míriel knows that the tempest which has been gathering will not be quelled. With trembling fingers she retrieves the ring and faces her fate clear-eyed. She bears it upon her finger through every trial after, refusing to be parted from it even in her darkest hour. She will not abandon her faith again, even if the cost is her life.

A band of silver, humble on the whole, with a simple pattern etched onto the surface and a prayer etched within, the sacred words resting against his skin. Throughout his life many legendary heirlooms will be charged to Elendil’s hands for safekeeping, but this ring remains his most cherished possession. 

Safe Return the inscription reads. He sometimes imagines he can still feel the warmth of the one who’d commissioned it. It had been a gift, a precious thing entrusted to him, like her love, like their children. He will wear it until his dying day, even in his darkest hour striving to be the man that she believed him to be. 

Valandil thinks briefly to be a smith, and spends summer evenings in the forge near their home, returning to the room he shares with Isildur after dark, his face streaked with soot and his limbs heavy. When Elendil encourages him to raise his sights, telling him the Sea Guard will welcome such a hard worker, Valandil relinquishes his tools. On his last night at the forge he hammers a small strip of iron, the only bit remaining from a set of horseshoes, into a ring. The metal forms a crescent moon shape where the band closes in on itself. He gives it to Isildur in jest, for his namesake. They later laugh at this evidence of the only thing Valandil has ever done by half. 

Isildur wears the ring upon his forefinger when they are young, and eventually moves it to his smallest finger as he grows. There it remains through countless disasters, near drownings, trials by fire, and abandonments. Isildur never forgets the one who gave it to him, and it serves as a tie to the land he’d grown up in, a place for which he never expected to feel such bitter longing. 

It later serves as a gift for Estrid when, no longer boy but man, Isildur pledges himself to her. She wears it on a chain around her neck, as close to her heart as Isildur is. When she and Valandil meet, he recognizes its meaning before any words are exchanged. A crude piece compared to the other jewels she wears once she becomes Queen of Gondor, but not a ring with which she would ever willingly part. 

[gallawitchxx]

hi gallabitches (fond),

i am feeling very sappy as kinktober is halfway over & i continue to sit it out this year due to health & work-load & brain blips. so i just wanted to name an emotional experience i'm having because maybe you're having it too?

things are changing around here. things have changed. interests, time, desires, energy levels, schedules, lives have changed. the bubble that was 2020-2022? 23? has burst for real. people have moved on. that is ok. this is ok. this is life. (woof!) but it's that last one that's been getting to me lately -- the people.

this fandom is so special & there's something really loving about the people that are drawn to this space. my god, the talented, warm, big-hearted, nurturing, genius, creative, expansive, vulnerable, perfectly made people that find their way here!! & all because we happen to love these two fucked-up, growing, frustrating, devoted, horny, idiot felons and soulmates so deeply we want to fucking scream about it on tumblr dot com. my best friends are here.

so yes, what's happened/is happening is sad. i am Sad about it! & also the people keep coming! there's been this new wave of incredible, talented, lovely people who have showed up to take the unhinged baton & do their own lap around the windy city. that is the cycle! it's delightful! my sweet fresh danny devitos, i love your work!! & the best news is i/you/we don't have to fucking go anywhere at all! we can write & make & scream & lose our goddamn minds over these fools for a lifetime. i'm certainly not done. just switching up the pace.

but if you're someone who's moved on or is moving on, go, go, go & may you let love lead you to your next soft place to land. thank you for being such a huge part of my life for the past few years. what we all created together is nothing short of a miracle. thank you. i love you. thank you. ALSO SHOW BACK UP ON MY DASH AT ANYTIME. STAY IN TOUCH. TELL ME YOU ARE SAFE. I AM WORRIED ABOUT YO--

i love this place. thank you to the pals who are feeding us so good this kinktober. community makes me emotional!!!!!!

bee xx

[lizlemondyke]

I know they’re used differently in different situations but if you could only use one forever which would you pick no nuance we punctuate like gods

[aarontveit]

GRACELAND, S01E07: Goodbye High

RANDOM MIKE WARREN GIFS: 338 / ∞

[doyouknowthemossinman]

HOT SHIT

[heartstringsduet]

It's one of those *sets her work on fire* days, but hey still sharing something. This is from the new Let Me part that I promise will get written at some point, thanks for tagging me @thisbuildinghasfeelings @alrightbuckaroo @orchidscript @paperstorm

“You think- you think the woman from the plane would be okay with me visiting her in the hospital?”

Carlos looks at him like he said something wonderful and TK never wanted that less than tonight. “I’m sure she would love to meet her hero.”

TK hums, looking down to where his hands and Carlos’ chest seem fused. “It wasn’t all me though,” he says. “We had to call Tommy to help guide me through it and without dad I don’t know how I would have done it. We fixed her wound with a coffee can and pumped her full of coconut water.” A smile twitches alive shortly on his lips. “You should have seen it. It’s a miracle she’s alive.”

Carlos blinks. He doesn’t say it, his lips closing as soon as they opened but TK can read it in his yyes.

It’s a miracle you’re all alive.

"Carlos- Thank you.”

His mouth becomes a tight line and TK’s sure it’s only because Carlos cried before that fresh tears well up in his eyes. “I wish I could do more.”

Open tag &

@carlos-in-glasses @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @lightningboltreader @theghostofashton @kiwichaeng @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @sznofthesticks @birdclowns @noxsoulmate @freneticfloetry @inkweedandlizards @whatsintheboxmh @goodways @carlos-tk @louis-ii-reyes-strand @rmd-writes @welcometololaland @lemonlyman-dotcom @ladytessa74 @liminalmemories21 @thebumblecee @fitzherbertssmolder @herefortarlos

[donghyuckkies]

haechan - dj

[dilliedallieallie]

not to be horny but i need to suck strap. like suck strap because my oral fixation is going haywire and so is my need to please and knowing someone would get off on my sucking their strap would make me😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 i just wanna go all dumb and look at someone and have them look at me all hazy eyed and happy and also maybe be called “good girl”😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[catboyjorts]

I love nasty ass gross men

[connorjesup]

Tongtong Kitsakorn as Yang Song in To Sir, With Love (2022)

[halfelven]

horrible little vindictive spirit that lives inside me so pleased when i bring up a question i am planning to ask the teacher (our assignment) in small group discussion and one of the other students starts answering in a way that is not only not answering my question but ALSO assuming i know Nothing about writing papers. like yes thanks i do know that we have set spacing and margins.

and then i ask my question anyway and not only is it answered the teacher proves i was not asking at all what that student tried (multiple times and all wrong) answering and also the answer was something most of the class didn’t know and were happy to hear. like the teacher Literally put another slide in her class slides specifically to answer this question because she realised it was an oversight

have you heard such a reason to be insufferably smug?