#ESPECIALLY with this hair

[peanuttoffee]

that scene but it's young Obi-Wan falling instead of Anakin

[maximura]

[eyes-of-nine]

pls assume i'm thinking about this moment 24/7 all week every week

[raplinenthusiasts]

<3

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Cassidy knows how to “help” Michael Afton

[celadonlonghorn]

i know everyone else is posting these but i havent seen one of the full image so im posting it so i can say im in love with every single one of them

[sevrinve]

bedtime

[reineydraws]

i dont have a caption for you lol i'll let shanks's heart eyes speak for themselves 🫶

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[iliothermia]

Drawing my insecurities on beautiful men I want to be more like / representation I needed as a feminine but not twinkish man over the years has helped me feel much happier and more secure with myself, wanted to share. Highly recommend that process of self love, or at least self-appreciation ?

[remxedmoon]

y’know what? fuck you. *UNGRAYSCALES YOUR ISATS*

no wait come back there’s greyscale versions under the cut :(

[beebeedibapbeediboop]

The fact that my oc is already four years old...She looks so different now!

[soosoosoup]

more treasure planet au (ft. Bruce & Viva!)

[mellosdrawings]

So... heat waves are fun (not)

(Bonus : Mama Jamil)

[starry-bi-sky]

on a completely separate note; shizun luo binghe with a disciple shen yuan who fell into the abyss??? *thinks about LBH canonically stealing SQQ's corpse for 5 years* he'd hallucinate i think. like, like visual and audial hallucinations.

Keeps thinking he's seeing SQQ in the corner of his eyes, or wandering between the trees, amongst a group of disciples. Thinks he hears him calling for him, but its just the wind or another disciple.

Gets Xiu Ya reforged but patently fucking refuses to make a sword mound. Because his disciple Is Not Dead :))) There was No Body. He's Not Dead. And If You keep Insisting That He Is, He's Gonna Skewer You :). He's holding onto Xiu Ya so he can return his most favored disciple's sword when he returns. It's on his hip right next to Zheng Yang where it's supposed to be.

Also this motherfucker?? does not sleep btw. He has the image of SQQ, wide eyed and hysterical and standing at the mouth of the abyss burned into his fucking eyelids. Can't use the dreamscape to escape it either because he keeps trying to save him and either he does and it's an incredibly cruel trick to wake up to, or he doesn't and he gets his heart broken in several different pieces again.

There is no convincing this man that Shen Qingqiu is dead. Absolutely nothing at all. He is buried so deep in denial that moles would be jealous of how deep he is. He keeps making tea for two in the bamboo house only to remember that it's just him. SQQ's fans are hiding everywhere, little reminders of his presence. He goes to wake up SQQ on the mornings he sleeps in-- only to find the room empty.

[hinamie]

truth is, I used to dream about boys like you

jjk atla!au with @philosophiums

[sourpeachsayshi]

(kinda self indulgent but-)

Nanami knows your beauty routine like the back of his hand. How you keep your nails, your hair, your skincare, make up, body care etc. But he especially knows that you’re a stickler when it comes to hair removal. He thinks it’s interesting that sometimes you’ll forgo him making love to you because you’re “you’re not prepared”. Rambling off some excuse about how you haven’t had a chance to shave or see your waxer.

Nanami, of course, will never argue. It’s whatever you’re comfortable with. But he sees how you ease the more you trust him, the more you grow comfortable in your relationship. You don’t even bat an eye when he loops his fingers around the strings of your underwear, drags it down slowly - the tip of his cock leaking with pre cum and brows raising when he sees tufts of hair on your pubis.

It’s only when he gently grazes his fingers against your mound do your eyes shoot open. You clasp your fingers around his wrist and squeeze, “wait, I forgot-“ you blurt, half ashamed.

But he knows you’re in heat, takes a second to drag his fingers up against your slit.

“I’m not ready for you,” you insist, pushing yourself up on your forearms only to watch your lover pull his digits away, your slick coating the pads in glittering strings.

“I beg to disagree,” he teases, eyes on yours while his fingers move to his lips to taste your arousal, making you pulse from between your legs.

His moves one hand to your pelvis, gently massaging his thumb against your hip. “You know I have no preference, right?” he ensures, “I just want to eat you out and fuck you as I please. But I won’t do it if you’re uncomfortable.”

His touch on your hip burns your skin. You can feel yourself getting wet. “I don’t want you to stop,” you whisper after a few seconds, and Nanami smiles.

He kisses your belly button, creates a path down your lower belly and over your mound. His lips circle over your clit, his tongue rubbing the bud. He throws your legs over his shoulders, and feasts.