#GOD IM NOT OKEY

[64sue]

no one asked, everyone needed ~ THOSE ARMS

[brainworms-all-night-long]

Alright well look at that, some extra time in the oven and it looks mad crisp (old ver under the cut)

you vs the guy she tells you not to worry abt or something

[ratguy-nico]

Before going to sleep I just wanted to share how I spent my day whatching Percy Jackson's debut

Burger cause of course burgers are always gonna be an important part of life. Every happy or sad day requires a Burger.

And Blue Takis cause is mandatory to eat something blue while seeing Percy Jackson, specially a Sally's episode.

[cao-tick]

Every character is like;

Oh yeah, that's Steve. We don't know what's he's deal is but he is pretty useful. So that's that.

He is fuckinGg DOOMED BY THE NARRATIVE TO NEVER MEET US BUT JUST ENTERTAIN US.

He is this weird guy going arround doing strange things that actually makes sence for the plot in an ilogic-funny way. He is God. He is a main character being a side character that keeps the plot going. The main character can't die BUT NEITHER STEVE.

He makes weird little jokes and expects laughter [at the end the characters start to laugh with him and doing jokes. We laugh, he can't hear us but we do. We do, Steve.]

He's dramatic in a long-novel-way that doesn't makes sence in a serie but it works because now the villain is invested in his speach.[what the fuck is happening]

He doesn't know is this is a play, a movie, a novel,a fanfiction or a serie. And he didn't even considered this until in the 5 episode. So, yeah, breakdown. [Which actually makes him get some help for his mental health. Hi terapist! Your the New character from the 6 episode]

He stares, a lot. He talks his mind out load, a lot. And somehow, doesn't actually in a straight forward way talk about this "breaking the 4th way" thing [until the terapist gets his trust], so the crazy-teory guy HAS A CRAZY-TEORY GRUP thats trying to solve the mistery of his madness.

Cut to Steve in a room full of papers about the audience and then straight at the next room there is 4 people in a room full of chairs, papers and a whiteboard with "STEVE" written.

That's not the plot.

THAT'S A SIDE PLOT.

FOR THE SIDE [INMOTRAL DOOMED BY THE NARRATIVE SENTIENT] CHARACTER.

WTF.

I think it'd be funny to have a character who keeps trying to break the fourth wall and failing

[cerneterydrive]

//

[irndad]

hi im back! okey so def can see spencer still wanting to hug and snuggle with you even when fighting or mad at each other. he even gets genuinely ??? confused ??? when you try to sleep on the couch instead of in bed at night. he holds you and either reader or him is like "i know we are snuggling right now but i am still super pissed off at you." lol i can just see it. he may be petty when mad but he wont stop trying to touch you bc its a biological need of his and no argument is more important than needing you 🥺

enjoy this I did it very fast!!!! ily

He knows he’s not easy to be with sometimes. She would never say it, but it’s true. He doesn’t always get the jokes, sometimes pushes things too far and without even knowing it the ground gets pulled out from under him. 

And sleep- Sleep is so complicated. The memory of the first time she slept in his bed is etched into a place he could never erase. Spencer had always had trouble sleeping, either fear or alertness plaguing him into the late hours of the night. He used to lie awake, the kind of exhausted that feels like it’s seeping out of your bones, while constantly facts he’d unwittingly memorized about how sleep deprivation can cause brain damage. 

But then she’d come into his life. All soft words and gentle disposition, and there really is something magic about the way that everything just dissipates when her warm, soft body curves into his own. He’s slept well almost every night since. 

Except today, she isn’t coming to bed. 

It’s his fault, and he knows it. He wasn’t being fair. She hadn’t seen him for two weeks (and he hadn’t slept nearly enough without the weight of her form beside him since the last time he saw her) and she’d said that she wanted to be prioritized more. 

“I haven’t seen you in weeks, Spence!”

His head was killing him. Was it actually possible, for a headache to kill you? Her voice is audibly upset, and it’s alarming how he could be the cause of it. 

“Please,” he had said through labored effort, “Can we talk about this later?” 

“When would you like to talk about it? Because I don’t ever know if you’re leaving-“

“Do you even know what it is that I do?  That it’s not a choice for me to go? I have to do this. I can’t pick and choose and honestly, I don’t want to. If you don’t get that, we’re not doing what I thought we were doing.”

It sounds foreign, his own voice. And it’s after he’s said it that the sick taste reaches his throat because oh, that means the end. Her lovely face is unreadable for a brief moment, before something like grief splays over her expression.

It’s silent for a beat, and Spencer wishes he could swallow the words back up, rewind his life like a battered VHS tape where he’s not so stupid to mess up the one thing that’s ever brought him peace.

“You’re not yourself, Spencer. I’m gonna give you a minute.”

A minute, it turns out, is hours in the living room. She hadn’t left, thank fucking god, but she hadn’t come back. Of course she hadn’t. She wasn’t the one who needed to apologize. 

He’s just so tired. 

He thinks of her so-sweet voice, the curve of cheek- the junction of her neck and shoulder, and how much he would like to have her pressed against him. He pads out into the living room like a nervous puppy, and sees her sleeping on the olive green couch she had picked out. Her hair was splayed across the arm of the sofa, and her head laid on a throw pillow, their fuzziest blanket draped across her form. 

His first thought is how low he’s dropped, that he’s jealous of a blanket. 

His second his that she is not coming to bed. He sits beside her gingerly, and the scent of her body wash lingers in the air. 

“Are you planning on coming to bed?”

“I didn’t think you’d want me to.” He can tell she wants to sound cold, but the truth is much worse; she sounds guarded. 

“I always want you to.” It’s the most honest thing he’s said today, and it’s just not fair, how much he revolves around her. How he has waited 14 days, 13 hours and 34 minutes to hold her again and managed to ruin it within the first 20 minutes of having seen her again. He grabs her hand, soft and pliant against his in a way that almost makes his heart leap. “Please? Come to bed?”

Her gaze softens, the warmth and light that guides him back in her eyes, and he hopes his relief isn’t too visible. It’s then that she drinks him in. It feels too revealing like she can see right through him. His clothes are old. He’d rushed off the jet to see her, and the half moon circles under his eyes only lend to the unimpressive picture of himself. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” she breathes, touching the side of his face. He instantly leans into it, the contact more than he’d be willing to give up to save his dignity. “Come here.”

She wraps her arms around him, and he pulls her into his lap, squeezing her tight to his chest, like she might disappear. 

“I’m still mad at you,” she says, looking at him with such affection it betrays her words.

“That’s okay,” he says into her collarbone, “As long as I still have you.”

[64sue]

SIR??? ❤️‍🔥🥵🥵🥵

he keeps doing this trick with his tongue agghh lord it's so fuvkin hot istg 🥵🥵🥵

[cao-tick]

Yesyesyesyesyes

Your gonna die but we are gonna remember you as the greater writter of shadowpeach

Been reading scum's villain and I'm brainrotting so hard of an au where Macaque is just an ordinary dude that gets isekaid into the world of jttw where he's enemies with Wukong and ends up dying a cruel death in the end but as a way to prevent that he has to befriend the king instead and somehow falls in love in the process

[senbbonzakura]

Okey, fuck it, time to get horny (finally)

Lets make it simple, main 3 and face sitting. You can't tell me that they won't be absolutely turn on by the though of their s/o riding their face🙄. They would it her up like it was their last meal.

With love

-🐑 anon (I swear you will have enought of my by some point LMAO)

AGHHH I ACTUALLY LOVE FACE SITTING SM. ANDDD NO I WONT HAVE🙄🙄

⋆ MAIN 3 AND FACE SITTING :

✩ — STAN !

a blushing mess when u suggest it

he feels like he just ascended to a new lvl

so nervous too.

but oh god, pull his hair while grinding urself on his face and moaning his name

after a few times he finally grew the confidence to do it without being nervous

has his arms wrapped around your thighs, holding you in place while eating you out

will either edge or overstimulate you btw

ur in for a long ride.

✩ — KYLE !

found it gross at first

youd have to do some deep cleaning in front of him to convince him

nawww im joking

if u shower before it, he will agree

he doesnt know what to do, so he just lets u do all the work..

i mean he will use his tongue, u just have to move ur hips to actually get some friction

his nose is literally perfect bc it bumps into ur clit every so often

not his fav activity, would rather just fuck

also prefers just regular eating u out than that. he thinks face sitting is based on just you using his face, thats why he does nothing

✩ — KENNY !

he suggests it

always puts your pleasure first.

he literally treats u like a fucking princess wtf

before getting to the main thing he marks ur thighs‼️

EATS U OUT LIKE A STARVED MAN

hes a fast learner. knows ur best places after the first time

never fails to make u cum right there and then

he enjoys u riding his face

makes him feel special <3

requests r open !!

[ha1taniwh0re]

Imagine having Sebastian, Madara, Ferid and William in one room….

…………………………………

William:”Hell is empty, all the devils are right here”.

Madara:”No, Im a God”.

Ferid”And Im a vampire”

Sebastian:”Well you are right about me”.

William:”YOU FUCKING BITCHES YOU RUINED MY LINE!!”

…………………………………

Madara:”Okey but why are you “the villain”??”

William:”I killed half of London’s nobles”.

Ferid and Sebastian:”Do we need to explain bro?”

William:”and you Madara?”

Madara:”I started a war just to have a battle with my dead best friend”.

I know it’s not much funny it was funnier in my head TwT

[spoiledleaff]

i have two hands and i wish i had four because i wanna throttle both this beautiful, ethereal, jaw-dropping, god-dethroning, PERFECT depiction of zeph, AND YOU. get the— GET THE FUCK OVER HERE

Based on this

and because I was not only on a 6 hour plane ride from Italy back to Norway but also because Zephyr needs more appreciation, I present to you

this:

And I’m actually happy how it turned out

ALSO THANKS TO @spoiledleaff TO FINALLY MAKE ME DRAW ZEPH.

[vinnieswife]

Our bet - JB

Jude Bellingham x fem! reader

words: 1365

warnings: smut! blowjob, male!receiving, bad lenguage. SMUT UNDER THE CUT!

summary: After a party with a few friends, Jude places a small bet on the reader that ends in something else...

"okey that was really fun."

"Damn it was," your boyfriend chuckled, shaking his head at the memories of tonight's events. "Did you see Mason strip on the pool table?" you snorted, "who didn't? He was screaming screaming screaming the lyrics to 'Doja'."

You both laughed at the same time as Jude wrapped his arms around your body, testing it dreamily. Quickly he stole a kiss from you,and lifted his hand to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear.

"You couldn't seem to keep your hands off me tonight, baby."

you squinted mechanically, feeling offended, "you just implied that I was clingy?"

"Oh, honey, it's not a nasty problem, I absolutely adore it when you're clingy. I used to be just-".

"oi oi im not clingy."

"okay, then i'm gonna bet that you can't go at least 5 minutes without touching me while we're making out," he confidently stated, pursing his lips together in a cocky manner, to which you scoffed at with a shake of your head.

"that's not really fair... you can't expect me to keep my hands to myself during something like that," you huffed out frustratedly. "we both know that you're just setting me up to fail."

He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head, "for someone who keeps telling me they're not clingy, you don't seem very sure about it."

Jude was starting to irritate you.And as a solution to his annoyance, you crossed your arms across your chest and hastily pressed your lips to his plump lips, just to play nice, Jude's hands disappeared from your neck, tucking them into his pockets. Jude hated the way you were kissing him, your kisses followed a slow but steady rhythm making him melt and crave for more.

You sighed into the kiss and moved a little closer to him, with your arms crossed you could gently brush against his chest, there was no way you could do this without any other physical contact.

Pulling away from him, you looked down at your shoes with an obvious red tint to your cheeks. You didn't even need to look at him to know he had the most arrogant, smug smile on his face.

But you needed to prove something.

So you raised your head again and kept eye contact with him as you leaned in to start kissing him again.

You had surprised him when you went back for more, but he was more surprised when he could feel your tongue running along his bottom lip, begging to enter his mouth, he allowed your tongue to come into contact with his and now you were fighting for dominance. you were so determined to somehow win this bet, it prompted you to push your knee against his, signaling him to start moving, Jude hummed for a millisecond, sending mini vibrations all over your mouth, before he backed up onto the bed.

/////////////////////////////////

Naturally, Jude sat down slowly, which caused you to straddle him with your legs on either side of him, you tilted your head to give him more access, and you could already feel your insides burning with need,you were struggling.

"Don't touch, baby," he murmured into your mouth as he felt your fingers slowly creep under his shirt and brush against his pelvis, he reached down to remove your hands.

"Come on, you know the rules y/n."

You moaned in frustration, but nevertheless kept your lips on his with your hands, more or less, away from his body. God, this was really killing you. You wondered how much longer you would be able to keep this up, because it turned out that he was actually quite right with his earlier statement, you were clingy at times. But only because you are deeply in love with him and he is the sexiest man alive, could anyone blame you?So you gave up on the spot.

"Fuck, Jude, please."

Your boyfriend smirked contentedly against your swollen lips at your plea, and pulled away slightly to maintain tense eye contact with you, "hmm.. what about our bet, honey?"

"Shut up, you know you won," you told him in an irritated tone, rolling your eyes at his smugness. "Because I'll touch whatever I want, whenever I want."

"Do you want to make this bet a little more worthwhile?" he asked you, though it didn't seem like a question to you.

"It depends... Do you have training tomorrow?"

"No. Do you?"

"I don't play football Jude love."

He ran his tongue over his lower lip and stared at yours, suddenly feeling impatient for what was coming, "then we have time" not wanting to waste another second, you pushed your head forward to close the gap between you, taking advantage of the privilege you didn't have during the bet, your hands found their way into his hair so you could deepen the affection. His hands slid playfully upward from your thighs, giving your ass a small squeeze.

After bringing your tongues together, your hands slowly traveled from his hair to his shoulders, his torso, and down his shirt to feel his hips, since you couldn't before.

Jude's moan disappeared into your mouth as you unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans, and voluntarily slipped one of your hands inside to grasp him firmly, pulling him out, you pulled back a little from his lips smiling slightly. Your forehead rested against his as your hand began to stroke him up and down. You made sure to keep eye contact with him, his pupils were almost trembling from the pleasure you were giving him and his lips parted slightly letting out moans of pure pleasure.

You brushed the tip of it with your thumb, which made his breath hitch, "I love touching you, baby."

"And I love it when you touch me Aah~."

"I know you do~" you told him with a small smile, stopping your hand movements. "~ your eyes say it all."

Something between a moan and a groan came out of his mouth and he closed his eyes before clasping his hand over yours that had stopped moving along his cock,he began to move your hand against him at the pace he wanted, and your smile only grew at how desperate he was for your touch. He always wanted you as much as you wanted him.

His hand soon left yours as soon as you kept a steady but faster pace. You urged yourself to bury your face in his neck, leaving wet kisses along his tanned skin. Nothing but heavy breaths fanned over your ear like a hot gust, tickling your skin and giving you goosebumps.

His head lolled back, while his forearms rested on the sheets for balance, endless moans rang throughout your bedroom. For a second, you worried if anyone else in the halls would be able to hear it, but then he started praising you, "Fuck, like this, baby. You're so good." You completely forgot about them.

You could feel a whole load of pre-cum dripping from the tip of his hardened cock and you licked your lips at the sight of it, without giving him warning, you slid your legs off the bed so you could bend over and wrap your mouth around him.

"Holy fucking shit y/n."

You were driving him crazy, and there was no doubt he was about to orgasm at any moment.

Jude's other hand reached down to grasp the base of his cock, while your mouth continued around the tip and your tongue continued to work wonders on him. To double the pleasure, he began to stroke himself at a pace that he knew would help him climax faster.

"I'm going to cum," he managed to mumble, turning his head slightly away, guttural moans bounced off the walls and echoed in your ears as his hips stuttered slightly. He sat up on his elbows with a suggestive smirk.

"You were so loud," you affirmed with a chuckle, returning to straddle his thighs.

Jude chuckled, and was already about to unbutton your jeans so he could lower his hand down to your hotness, "Well, it's about to get a lot louder in here, baby."

[valhalla-awaitsfor-us]

okey im gonna say it.

I hate how they introduced Michaela. No, i dont care she is girl, I actually like the change. However, the fact that the made Francesca fall in love at first sight is so unnecessary. Not only go against of what makes their relationship so special (Michaela falling in love first and having to conceal her feelings) but also I hate the fact that they are making it seems as Violet was right about love always having to be dramatic, forceful and quick (Especially about that beautiful mother and daughter moment they shared before the wedding). And sure, maybe is my ace side talking, but Im so so so tired of that narrative and I was so happy to see Francesca and John having a different type of love…. and then they make her fall in love at first sight AT BASICALLY HER WEDDING with another person. "oH she didnt liked the kiss bc she dosent actually love him/she likes girls", okey sure, maybe, but that wasnt Francesca. She loved John. She really did. Romantically. And their love was easy, and calm. And yes, after her grief she also loved Michael/Michaela. Why did they need to make it seems like her love for John wasnt that strong/real?

idk, it feels so inappropriate, and god, I can't get pass how much I hate that narrative of love having to be dramatic. They could have develop their romance in Francesca season, there was not need of showing that now.

[itz-rona220]

NIMO IF U WANT ME TO KILL YE

U CAN JUST ASK ME FOR /j/j/j/j/j/j/j/j

Im lesbian for ur april 🙌💓

Aye?

[thewastedpotential]

Sometimes I think about what the possibilities could've been if Maddie Hatter was besties with Cerise

Imagine the Mad Hatter already being close to Red and Big, making him an honorable uncle figure to Cerise and Ramona

Mad Hatter would be extremely accepting of Cerise showing off her Badwolf side and having her hang out with his daughter

Mad Hatter and Maddie would, also, be wonderful to have during picnics when the Hood-Badwolf family invites them over

We could've had that, but tbh I'm not mad about Maddie being Raven's bestie as their relationship is cute as well

(OH MY FUCKING GOD MY FIRST ASK I NEVER EXPECTED TO GET ONE IM SO EXCITED)

WASTED POTENTIAL!!!

Like can you imagine the friendship betwen wolf and Mad Hatter in high school?

My headcanon goes something like this:

Mad hatter was the silliest , swetest , ray of sunshine and Wolf often went after school to his teashop to do homework and hangout with him. Like, you know when someone is just so innocent and nice that you just enjoy spending time with them?

Hatter: There is a man locked up in a school basement.

I like to think that unlike the rest of them, Wolf acually takes Hatter more seriusly. You know how Raven acually takes Maddie seriusly even when she's speaking in Riddlish, yeah , well them but its Hatter and Wolf.

_________________________________________

Everyone: ha ha ha , yes, for sure (probably speaking riddlish again)

Wolf: . . .

OH, AND GOD FORBBIT THAT SOMEONE MAKES FUN OF HATTER FOR HIS WONDERLANDFULNESS OR RIDDLISH!

Wolf: *seriously concern* what?

_________________________________________

HA HA HA YOU HAD TO BE EXTREMLY STUPID TO DO THAT.

GIRLS WOULD HAVE THE MOST INTERESTING SLEEPOVER EVER

Cerise: Dad, can we have a sleepover with Maddie???

Ramona and Cerise would adore Maddies wonder

________________________________________

Wolf: But you had sleepover three days ago?

Maddie would adore going to picnic with them or playing with the girls in the woods and Ramona and Cerise would love going over to Maddie becouse of the wonder LIKE THAT TEAPOT IS FLAYING AND YOU HAVE 2673 DIFFRENT TYPES OF TEA???

Ramona: Your point?

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This is too long. Okey, you know what? You convinced me. Im gonna star a blog about parents and go into more details there.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Oh my god i just had to run overhere!

How are you doing? Holding up okey? Hows the mirror?

Inspiration you said....

Maybe something angsty?

Like in the terms of "I can't do this anymore!" ?

With Tangerine 🍊

Both are toxic people in their relationship?

I know, i know its kinda vague...

You do you bab 😘

Love ya 🫶🏻

hii honey!! im doing alright thank you! how are you? how you been? and you’ll never guess!? the day it broke I found one online someone was selling and it’s almost identical to the broken one??!? how crazy is that! and this idea scratches my brain so good, made it extra angsty bc I love it. thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌 love you

NOTHING LEFT TO GIVE.

tangerine x implied fem!reader — angst no comfort

word count. 718

Communication —or lack thereof—in your relationship with Tangerine was an issue. It was something both of you promised, though it was simultaneously something each of you failed to deliver. When problems arose, you both brushed it under the carpet: either far too tired or far too busy between work and other life things to talk it over.

And so these minuscule problems stacked up, and what would have been a simple fix had now become a mountain of resentment.

Tension was prickly, like you walked on eggshells around the other. Nothing ever got resolved. Nothing ever felt clear. It just left a giant looming question mark over things.

Maybe this was just a rough patch, and maybe it will smooth over soon. But you couldn't stick around with the thoughts of 'maybe's. You wanted an answer on the direction of your relationship, even if that meant talking over your apparent issues.

Tangerine was en route home from the pub after hanging out with his brother, almost two hours late to the dinner you had spent all afternoon preparing. And when you see the taxi pull up out front, Tangerine stumbling and slurring as he gets out of the car, you knew there and then nothing would get resolved tonight.

You walk over to the front door, pulling it open as he approaches.

"Screw you," you say softly, defeat and disappointment evident in your voice.

He inhales, shrugging as he drunkenly kicks off his shoes. "You said seven."

"I did. I said to be back for seven," you confirm, eyes narrowing in on Tan. "That was two fucking hours ago."

"Yeah, well," he murmurs, pushing past you and towards the sofas.

"Not even a sorry?" you follow after him. "We agreed on dinner. We said we'd talk," you remind him, voice growing louder.

"Don't shout at me, head's fucking spinning."

You scoff, the noise frustrated and unamused. "Are you kidding?"

He brings his hand to his face, his palm brushing down the bottom half of it. "Talk about it tomorrow. Can't be fucked tonight."

"That's what we always say. Now look at us," you gesture between the two of you. "This sucks—"

"Seriously," he warns, interrupting you. "I cannot be doing this tonight."

You ignore him, talking over as you finish your thought. "—and I hate it. We make each other miserable and... I can't and don't want to do this anymore."

He leans forward, resting his elbows on his spread knees. "What? That's it?" he straightens his neck to look at you. "Three years down the fucking shitter?"

You still, diverting from his stern eyes.

"Yes? No?" he prods for an answer, making you look back at him. "Hm?"

"We're not happy," you start, voice tired. "There's nothing here— there's no love. There's nothing left."

"No love?" he repeats.

"No," you squint at him. "You don't love me anymore."

He nods in defeat, the motion so gentle you could almost miss it. "Do you?" he pauses. "Do you still love me?"

You shake your head, and like Tan's, the movement is faint.

"Brilliant," he sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

You inhale raggedly, trying to stop yourself from crying in front of him. "While you were out, I uh... I arranged somewhere for me to stay. I'll come back in a couple of days to pick up the rest of my stuff," you say, false confidence in your voice.

He doesn't look up, instead keeping his face in his hands - elbows still resting on his knees.

Nothing else gets said, so you head into the hallway, picking up the bags you had packed earlier. You carefully close the door behind you and make your way towards your car - loading things in the back as you finally allow yourself a brief moment to be upset.

And as you reach for the driver's seat handle, you take a final look at the house, now seeing Tangerine standing in the frame of the front door.

You return his nod with a soft one of your own and get into your seat. Turning on your ignition, you roll down the drive - making your way to your staying arrangement.

You just had to see him again in a few days, and then that's it. It'll all be over.