#But I STILL LOVE YOU 🧡

[its-your-girl-geekerella]

REVERSE SONAMY

I feel that there is a bit of confusion in regards to the ever-popular "Reverse Sonamy" trope fans are hoping to see in Sonic Movie 4. Every time I bring it up, I get this:

"Well, I want Sonic to like Amy, but I don't want her to be completely disinterested in Sonic!"

Actually, this isn't a misunderstanding of Reverse Sonamy. This is a misunderstanding of actual Sonamy. This is for one reason:

SONIC LIKES AMY. It is confirmed. It is teased, and the whole "dating" thing probably won't become canon until I'm 100, but Sonic being romantically interested in Amy IS a thing.

Reverse Sonamy is the same thing, but flipped. Sonic is more open about trying to gain the affections of Amy, who is interested, but is too shy/has more important things on her mind.

[searchingwardrobes]

I love that on Tumblr I can stop and read something out of curiosity, even look at the comments, with no fear that the algorithm is suddenly going to think that's all I like and fill my feed with that thing I was only vaguely curious about.

[babybratzmaraj]

the day i get a anon talking shit im talking shit.

i see ppl reply with kindness like UHHHH- NIGGA NO!!!

i will dig in the bottom of my louie vuitton prison bag and throw some shit out there and it will land on that pussy!

[buritochacito]

Come on Zim, find the positive in this!

For example.. um.. uh.. uhhhhhhh-

Gir will be happy?

Although it's hard to understand what he's even thinking about right now.

I had a vision from the crazy fairy

He's going to eat another human organ

[honeydewedlemon]

Rumi you fill me with an emotion I cannot describe

Just ate a clock

Was very time consuming

[somerandomcockroach]

*Looks at the time* *snaps fingers*

@keferon (I didn't risk sending it in askbox with all the unstoppable units of people over there ehehehehe)

✨Happy birthday, Universe ✨

I hope you will never stop your force of creation and will keep breaking new walls, that bad days in your life would be a myth or a greater rung to a bigger achievements, that new wonderful discovers might await you every day Thank you so much for being who you are, just one biiiigg thank you covered with all my love and admiration *bow* 🧡

[14dayswithyou]

[30 May 2022] unfortunately for me i am obsessed with ren and i keep checking this CC for new content like my life depends on it 💀 do you have a spare hc (nsfw or sfw) about the lil guy himself, i wish to know more about the he

"unfortunately for me" JKASFJAKSFASJLASG PLEASE 💀💀💀 I’ll try to be more consistent with posting more CC content then!! (But you can also find more Ren crumbs on my Twitter and/or Tumblr -- both are @14DaysWithYou -- the people there are so talented T_T <3)

SFW: - He hates the smell of fire/smoke and actively tries to avoid it whenever possible. It's also another reason why he never wants to try smoking - The very first time he rented out one of your recommended books, Ren spent the entire night overanalysing it and ended up with a 39 page essay and eyebags the next morning - This is more of an easter egg, but the clips in his hair resemble the roman numerals for 14 (Days With You) - The necklace he wears is actually a ring he tried to give to his crush, but found it abandoned at the playground 👀

NSFW: - He's too embarrassed to ask, but Ren often fantasizes about having you sit in his lap and cockwarm him while he's hacking away on his laptop - He has an unhealthy amount of lewd photos of you on his phone (and his wall), as well as a dakimakura that resembles you - Don't ask why some of the shelves in the secluded parts of the library are sticky :/

[intheorangebedroom]

More than a feeling

Summary: you like to sing. Frankie likes it too. Pairing: Frankie Morales x fem!Reader. Rating: Explicit fluff 🔞  Word count: 570ish A/N: Happy Frankie Friday, Orange besties 🧡

One thing for certain, an absolute, indisputable fact, is that Frankie loves to hear you sing. 

Sometimes, a classic rock tune you like comes out on the crackling grocery store speakers, and you start singing along out loud, completely unabashed, as you browse the aisles with him. He downright puffs up his chest with pride. Bites down a dimpled smile, he doesn't always know why. You make him so fucking soft… Nobody else needs to know that. 

On Sunday mornings, when he’s cooking breakfast while you’re showering, he tunes in to that radio station you like, and if he’s lucky enough, a song will come out that’ll propel you out of the bedroom halfway through dressing. You’ll dance into the living-room, wearing only his t-shirt, your panties and a sock, hollering over the music and playing air drums, a show that’s not even for his benefit but for your sole enjoyment. But he’ll be damned if that’s not the kind of moment he lives for.

Most often, you quietly hum, absentmindedly, going about the house, doing your stuff. He’ll immediately perk up his ears, pausing whatever it is he’s doing, and just listen. Gaze drifting, a smile tugging the corner of his plush lips. Shoulders dropping from the perpetual tension that pulls them taut. You’re the only one who can do that to him. 

You’re not always on tune, far from it. You don’t always remember the lyrics, not precisely, but your singing voice triggers something in him. Something warm and heavy, something that lives and thrives. A feeling that blooms inside his chest, the sensation fringing on pain, with the way his heart swells, tight against his ribcage. 

It’s the cheerful testimony to what he provides you with -a sense of safety. 

It’s the expression of what you give him in return -your trust. 

But the real treat is when you’re driving together, sitting side by side on the bench seat of his old truck. In the cozy warmth of the cab. Moving through the world, but remote from it, tucked away together, time suspended, irrelevant. That’s when he likes it best.

The music wrapping around the two of you, slightly distorted by the antique cassette player, it sounds like a bike ride after homework, like the last summer sunset, like endless afternoons and his whole life before him. Like a time when he didn’t know you yet but was already looking for you. Like a hopeful sensation after waking from a bittersweet dream. 

He’ll steal sideways glances in your direction as you sing your lungs out, practically dancing in your seat, or tapping your thumbs on the wheel, if you’re driving. 

He’ll relish the moment. Before it turns into something else, something that’s even more, when the whole of your life together becomes greater than the sum of all of its parts.

When he’s finally inside you. When you’re writhing in his hold, melting under his touch. When your taste’s on his tongue and the scent of you heady, when your tight, dripping cunt flutters along his cock. When your throat thrums under his lips and your voice fills his ears, replacing all his thoughts, resonating through his entire fucking chest as you moan and keen and plead. 

Frankie, Frankie, Frankie. 

His name tumbling from your lips, cried out or whispered, as he coaxes release after release from your trembling body. That’s his favourite song of yours. That’s the one he’ll never tire of hearing you sing.