#Feral Love

[azazelblake]

I love this silly movie poster I did I think we should do something called Feral Love for romance week or weeks if not I start doing it and take one for the team.

[petrikovphd]

crying thinking about simon spending every long, long day only being able to look forward to sleeping because maybe, just maybe, he'll dream of betty

but he just dreams about fionna and cake

over and over again.

and maybe that's what makes it feel so hard when people talk to him about fionna and cake. it's not just the shame (it's mostly the shame) but it's also the resentment of fionna and cake taking up the one space in his mind where he could finally get some reprieve.

and then he gets desperate, he tries to open the portal, and who comes out? cake, and then fionna. they ruin his chances to see her every time

he'll never see her again and it's all their fault

poor simon, man

[x-heesy]

𝚆𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚢 😭

𝚁𝚞𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕

𝙳𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛

𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚏��𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍

𝚁𝚞𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞

𝚆𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕

𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕

𝙲𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛

𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚎

𝚆𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗

𝚆𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗

𝚆𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚠𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛

𝚆𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚠𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛

𝙵𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎𝚊 𝚆𝚘𝚕𝚏𝚎 ❤️‍🔥

@atomic-apricot @bixlasagna @jadeseadragon @bigbonzo 😘

𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚔 🎧❤️‍🔥

[aliceisinchains]

Ami te stessa?

meglio se ti risponde lei

[ahaura]

Dieric Bout (Dutch, 1415–1475), detail from The Fall of the Damned, 1450, oil on panel, 115 × 69.5 cm

Chelsea Wolfe, "Sick"

[Image ID: A detail from a Biblical oil painting of a scene from Hell, depicting a man with his head between the jaws of a serpent. End ID]

[Text ID: You washed me clean like no one ever could / Come closer now and step right into / The wide mouth, the sharp teeth of the one you love End ID]

[thisnoisemademe]

We press for the water, press for the river, press for the pain.

[seaofwakinglife]

Chelsea Wolfe - Feral Love (Official Video)

[local-slime]

in the hopes i'll find a someone who drives me crazy in a non platonic way

!!!!!!!

[kensatou]

"we know how to move our bodies, but i didn't know how to manage my heart, so you need help for this"

hi we need to talk more about judo gold medallist christa deguchi.

[egggelatin]

hurry!!

[sukunasteeth]

Sukuna has never said no to you.

It didn’t matter what the request was, simple or complicated, easy to fix or a days-long job, Sukuna was always at your side, completing the task as fast as he needed to to keep you satisfied. He would love to deny it, you’re sure, but evidence proves time and time again that he puts your needs and wants at the top of his priority list. 

And you were curious how far you could go with it.

The two of you are sitting in your underwear at the breakfast nook, warming yourselves in the bay window while the morning sun starts on the leftover night time chill. It wasn't quite time for breakfast, still too early for the both of you. In the meantime, you sip on your morning brews, preserving the comfortable silence. Sukuna is flipping through the day's newspaper, his eyes are groggy with sleep and he hasn't said more than a handful of words to you yet. He wasn't a morning person.

You were starting to change that.

"Kuna," You call to him, nudging him with your foot from your corner of the window bench.

"Hmm?" He doesn't look up from the paper, but his hand reaches down and grabs your foot, pulling it into his lap. His thumbs start to subconsciously knead at your muscles.

"I want these." You hold up your phone, which you had previously been scrolling through in an attempt to find something ridiculous for this exact moment. You were sure you had found it, something even Sukuna would find unnecessary. 

And yet, he merely glances at your screen, takes in the sight for all of two seconds, and then returns his attention to whatever news article he was in the middle of.

"My wallet's on the counter." He clears the sleep from his throat not sparing a second look. 

You blink at him in surprise.

"D-Did you even see what it is?" You flip your phone around to make sure you were displaying the correct thing. 

Sukuna is frowning before he looks up again, curious at your persistence. He gently cups your hand, bringing it only a minuscule amount closer to examine your screen a second time. 

You were on one of the most luxurious brand’s websites, showing him an incredibly regular pair of panties, no straps, no details, all black- with one of the most outrageous price tags you had ever seen for something so ordinary. 

Sukuna cocks a brow at you over your phone, "Can't imagine you need more panties when you're constantly stealing my boxers. But whatever, hand it over. I know my card number-"

"Kuna," You interrupt him with a surprised laugh, holding fast to your phone when he tries to pluck it out of your hands, "they're a thousand dollars."

He glances back, his eyes focusing lower on the screen where you know the price tag to be. The newspaper in his hands drops down, momentarily forgotten by what he sees. For a moment, you think you've found his limit.

"Wait, are those red one's assless?" He points just below the price, where the recommended products are depicted. "Get those too."

You drop the phone down so that he meets your eyes, which are wide with shock.

Sukuna always took care of you. Always insisted on being the provider of any single thing that you may need; a warm meal, a soft bed, anything your eyes twinkled at that was available for purchase- even if you would never think of buying or owning it. Granted, you never wanted much in terms of material possessions, so you didn't realize the true extent of Sukuna's leniency until now.

It was slightly intimidating, and part of it felt wrong. Sukuna had money, plenty of it, but that didn’t mean he should feel the need to spend copious amounts of it on you just because you could ask him to. He was giving you too much power, it felt like.

You huff through your nose, frowning at him, which only has him tilting his head further to the side in question.

You ignore it, setting your phone onto the window seat and crawling your way closer to him, until you can gather up his face in your hands and lock his gaze into yours.

He glares at you past smushed cheeks, but doesn't make a move to break free of your hold, humoring you. "The hell are you doing-"

"You know you don't always have to say yes to me?"

Now that has him taken aback. His mouth automatically opens for a witty response, but your question seems to have effectively taken the words from his mouth. You can see the cogs in his head turning, and what you wouldn't give to peer inside his mind and hear his thoughts.

It takes him a moment, but eventually that familiar confident smile stretches across his sleepy face. His hands seem to instinctively slide their way up your bare legs until his fingers grip your hip bones, pressing into you. 

He hums, "When have you ever said no to me?"

You scoff, ready to give him a prime example, but end up coming up short. The two of you loved to tease each other with disobedience, but in the end you were eager to give Sukuna anything his heart desired. You loved to please him, it was one of your favorite things to do, in fact.

"You never ask anything ridiculous of me." You remind him, smiling as one of his warm hands slides back down your waist and dips into the pair of his boxers you were sporting that day. 

"You know what's ridiculous?” His voice wraps around your throat, and suddenly has you swallowing past the delicious grip. You're folding into him before you even realize it, at the mercy of his calloused hands. "The implication that I wouldn't do just about anything for you."

You can't help but sigh hopelessly, although it comes out as a desperate noise that pleads him for more. You really were all his, just like he loved to tell you.

"Now hand me your phone." It's a whisper, coaxing you. "I wanna see you in red."

You can’t say no. 

At least it was mutual.

[cymk8]

her hair so CRISPY

(commission!)

[mischievous-thunder]

Logan's the prettiest, cutest and softest kitty Wade's ever seen

[chososcamgirl]

he ain’t never beating the stalking allegations

art creds hunnismokah

[triona-tribblescore]

I just wanna draw them being all soft n stuff okay? :'( <333

[pokimoko]

I can't keep being fundamentally changed as a person by animated movies, it's just not sustainable.