#Grrr!

[ittybittyluci]

*DEEP INHALE*

I remember mentioning this briefly in a post a while back, but I’m gonna fucking say it again because fuck you I do what I want and it’s eating at my brain.

I FUCKING LOVE THIS MOMENT!

Not even because of what he’s saying (but I do love what he’s saying) BUT I JUST LOVE HOW TOUCHY HE IS! This is the moment that birth my headcanon that his love language is physical affection. Just LOOK at him! Look at the way he puts his arms around her so casually. And he looks so happy while doing it. He just loves her so much! I CAAAN’T! HE’S SO FUCKING CUUUTE!

I don’t even rlly know how to put into word this tiny little moment makes me, but like… it just… my heart… my heart is in SHAMBLES over it. Every. Fucking. TIME!

FUCK I love him!

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

The Rolling Stones - She's A Rainbow

[marcusagrippa]

[courageisneverforgotten]

everything changed when the fire nation attacked (they stopped letting you check prev tags when clicking on blog urls)

[stoat-party]

BOONE AND DEACON WOULD HAVE BEEN AMAZING DADS

[lesbianslovebts]

My mom has really gotten into crocheting and is trying to tempt me into joining her, but I already have 700 hobbies I don't do from a lack of energy and mental wellbeing! 😭 Drawing, origami, reading, writing, studying Korean, studying Japanese, studying linguistics, studying math, making math art, making a fantasy language, cooking, baking, playing piano...

Oh, but those damn amigurumi are so fucking cute!!!

[silverfoxstole]

I am going to start a campaign to force the makers of period dramas to give their male characters appropriate hairstyles. People in the eighteenth century did not have short hair. Where are the queues and wigs (powdered or otherwise)?

[noidedgirl]

my account doesn’t tell me when i’m tagged what the hell!!!!!!

[ashoss]

happy birthday to the boys everrrrrr

anyway here are some old sketches and doodles i cant finish bc theyre on my computer 😣😣

[chaoticriderlessb]

So, should I be concerned that 2 of the most powerful Zodiarts are my sun and rising? Lol! I'm not counting my moon sign because I haven't met them, yet 🤣.

Oddly, enough, I feel like I relate to Virgo far more than any of my actual signs. Ugh! Virgo! Why couldn't you have been one of my big three?

[lovelyghst]

ghost who just loves playing with your precious cunt with his hand stuffed down your pretty panties. seeing how his knuckles stretch the cotton as it fights to fit his large hand, watching the fabric gradually soak with the mess he’s making you make. coaxing orgasm after fucking orgasm from your trembling body as he coos sweet praises in your ear and listens to your babbling of pleads along with his name, before leaning back to watch as you claw and scratch at his wrist and tumble over the edge of euphoria for the nth time.

he works your poor cunny ‘til your thighs are clamping around his arm on their own volition, and his fingers are pruned and his knuckles are locking up, but even then he still wants to continue! :(

and afterwards he cleans you up so, so gently. peeling your sticky panties from your shaky legs, tossing them in the hamper in case they’re salvageable (they aren’t). kissing your temple and forehead and the tip of your nose as your teeth buzz in aftershocks, totally not brushing your swollen nerves lightly with the warm rag on purpose just to hear you whimper and jolt one last time before you knock out.

he coddles and holds you tight as you nap soundly on his chest, now kissing the crown of your skull as he murmurs quiet remarks about how well you did for him, just how proud he is of his princess <3

[ittybittyluci]

I don’t care if he is the King of Hell, he is smol :>

This. I have never heard anything more correct in my life.

I mean.

Look at him.

Look at how smol!

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

The Rolling Stones - Waiting on a Friend

[sunlit-mess]

more duck clips

[rollingstonesdata]

CANCIONES DE LOS ROLLING STONES: ‘ONE MORE SHOT’ (2012)

Canciones de The Rolling Stones: One More Shot*VER MÁS CANCIONES*Click for English versionI’ll make your play/ Yeah, make my day/ Put me in correction for my own protection/ In your jurisdiction spare the crucifixion… Escrita por: Jagger/RichardsGrabada: Studio Guillaume Tell, Suresnes, Francia, 20-23 de agosto de 2012Músicos invitados: Darryl Jones (bajo), Chuck Leavell (teclados) Del…

[baeshijima]

mr reca fic where he’s suffering a creative slump due to the lack of good scripts (by his standards) from various screenwriters. he feels himself going positively insane with every script he’s given.

it’s too dull. it’s too predictable. this one has no creative flair whatsoever!! that one just doesn’t spark enough imagination!!!

it’s troublesome, really. some think he’s really going through it, while others believe the scripts he’s been given won’t bring him enough money. but really, who cares about monetary value when it is he who cannot even begin to picture himself enjoying the process that comes with each script?

and so that is how he finds himself wandering around aimlessly. sometimes the outdoors is necessary for the mind, and who knows? perhaps he really will find something that will give him a spark. hmm, those trees are looking a little dull. the sky overhead is too cloudy. hm? did he just hear thunder—

something collides into his chest, a choked “oof!” following soon after. he stumbles backwards a little, papers flying through the air around him. he blinks once, twice, at the sight of you on the ground, muttering something under your breath before a sharp gasp escapes you, hastily scrambling to gather the papers fluttering and strewn around.

one such paper falls into his hands. he glances over its contents, skimming through it as he goes to pass it over to you with an apology at the tip of his tongue, only to freeze.

this… this is genius! this is absolutely the pinnacle of writing!! while a little rough around the edges (as drafts usually tend to be), his once clouded mind is now clear, giving way to a blank canvas which slowly depicts the imagery your writing induces. idea after idea pours into his brain as he can visualise exactly what he wants, his body trembling and heart pounding as he insantly fixates on your panicked form still collecting all the fallen papers.

“yes… yes! this is what i was looking for! everything about this is pure artistry! the possibilities are endless, the sky is the limit!!”

this is possibly the happiest and freest he has felt in what seems like eons! seriously, compared to those other mind-numbing scripts this truly is the pinnacle of writing itself.

a laugh full of pure, unadulterated glee escapes him, careful not to crinkle the god-sent paper cradled in his palms. “you! you’re a genius!”

“i’m a wha…?”

he whirls in the direction of the source of the voice, further praises and a proposal for a collaboration on the tip of his tongue, only for his breath to catch in his throat.

you… you’re so radiant! even with that disheveled appearance and absolutely adorable confused expression you’re giving him, he never realised such beauty existed! not only does your writing fill him with endless creativity, but his pounding heart, parched throat and warming skin tells him you’re definitely the main character!

but wait! if you were to be the main character, then would that make him the main character’s love interest? surely he wouldn’t have had such a cliché meet-cute like bumping into each other if he wasn’t the love interest! but what if there is a second love interest? no, no, he can oust them…

you, on the other hand, believe you’re about to get whiplash instead of the man, baffled at how he instantly switched from a maniac to stark silence to muttering senselessly with a dreamy expression.

well, each to their own. you have more pressing matters, and that’s to quickly return home and continue fantasising before you forget the idea! but first, you have to get the last piece of paper back…

“um… sir? can i have my paper back, please?”

in an instant, he kneels in front of you. now that you’re at eye level, he certainly is very handsome. if you didn’t know any better, you would have thought this was some movie or drama plot with him as the main lead! oh, but why is he holding your hands—

“yes, i will spend the rest of my life with you.”

“…what?”

tldr; you’re just a silly writer who daydreams far too much for their own good, and somehow managed to bag top-tier director mr reca with the power of said daydreams. (his ever-growing obsession with you is concerning to say the least but, hey! what genius isn’t at least a little insane?)