#Holy fucking fuckity fuck

[bigender-cowboy]

Holy shit I think I might genuinely collapse this isn’t livable and for a fucking month????

[melancholic-pigeon]

Seriously, the number of you falling for this is pathetic and sad and frightening. Do you also believe drag queens are coming to groomify your children?

Israel has the most moral army in the world 😂

The so called ‘peace seekers’.

[somewhereincairparavel]

omfg I just watched "Zuko alone" (season 2 ep7) for the first time and it's so fucking good holy I'm getting goosebumps rn. The flashbacks, Zuko saying "I'm the son of Ursa and fire lord ozai" right after he got a flashback of his mom, the boy Zuko helped saying "I hate you!" After Zuko tried giving him the knife he got when he was younger, UGHH the angst, the feels I'm sobbing 😭💔

I also like how they showed azula being cunning even as a kid, not mourning her grandfather's death, wanting iroh to die so ozai can be king, not caring about lu tens death, etc. Also, how much her dad favoured her over Zuko, and how Zuko inherited his mom's gentleness. Zuko shows empathy so many times throughout this season. The most prominent one being refusing to steal food as soon as he found out it belonged to a pregnant woman. These little stuff show that his empathy, a character trait he always had, was slowly coming back to him and had never left him even after all the abuse he went through.

it also shows how much Azula has been influenced as a child by her own dad's cruelty and becoming just like him, to please him. The firenation is genuinely the best written segment of atla imo, and I'm saying this as a first time watcher.

The earthkingdom family being so quick to turn on Zuko after they found out he's the prince is so realistic but sad at the same time :( it shows how much a hundred year long war affects people. I'd say this is the episode Zuko truly realized the damage his nation, and his father had done to the world.

[dellovestorant]

Holy fuck?

[dukeoftheblackstar]

DONT EVEN FUCKING TALK TO ME RN. WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK. AINS YOU STRESSING ME TF OUT.

I THOUGHT. SIR. I THOUGHT WE ARE KEEPING IT ON THE DOWN LOW. I THOUGHT. WE KEEPING IT TEACHER AND STUDENT IN THE COLLEGE.

I HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS OKAY.

WHY YOU BE LIKE THIS??!?!!

I AM RETHINKING ALL MY LIFE CHOICES. RETHINKIG ALL THE BLORBOS I HAVE FALLEN FOR. WHY. WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY.

THE DREAM. YOU ARE THE DREAM.

THE DREAM HAS ALWAYS BEEN MURDEROUS HUSBAND WHO WILL SHOUT IT ON TH ROOFTOPS. WHO WILL HAPPILY DESTORY ALL THINGS FOR ME AND ONLY ME.

BUT NOPE. WE HERE WANTING UNATTAINABLE DADDIES WHEN GREEN THUMB DADDY EXISTS?!??!?!

THIS STRESSING ME SO MUCH. SO DAMN MUCH.

EXCUSE ME WHILE I FCKING REORGANIZE THE HEIRARCHY OF THE BLORBOS I SIMP FOR BECAUSE AINS JUST RUINED ITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT.

[chazarusdre]

So owl house fans are are we feeling

[viaetor]

how it feels waking up and getting hit by the emotional writing powerhouses aka @maquiscursed , @ascendedstar and @abyssin :

[millionsnife]

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[non-un-topo]

Hell fucking no you're telling me I'm going to be out for 11 hours tomorrow?? With like 7 total hours of commute time???

[toto-dreamer]

THEY GAVE EILE A DANDELION THEY GAVE HER A DANDELION SHE TOOK A DANDELION HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT

[get-more-bald]

Brb. Getting my brain chemistry changed 👍

[rinnelovebot]

IM LITERALLY SHITTING MY PANTS I WIN I WIN I WIN I WIN WIN I WINWINWINWIWNW WJWJWJWIWNWIWJWIWNWIN ALL I DO IS WIN WIN WIN NO MATTER WHAT GOT MONEY ON MY MIND

[just-absolutely-super]

shiiiiiiiit this is a bigger death flag for Aerith than Cait's fake fortune from OG Temple of the Ancients

[hiodoshi-ao]

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[jeongharine]

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⚝ wonwoo x reader

⚝ comedy, light smut

⚝ notes: the one where jeon wonwoo is your nerdy math tutor. but he’s unexpectedly hot. and you’re his friend’s sister. obviously. (part ii)

“a pc bang?” “yes she’s always there,” says hoshi, while munching down his sandwich.

“but i can’t teach her there-” “of course you can’t, but you’ll find her there. it’s the one on the left around the corner,”

“now, remind me why i am doing this,” “because you’re my friend and i’m fantastic at being one,”

wonwoo just gulps down his apple juice, looking at the time on his phone.

“you should change this narrative, it’s getting boring,” “wonu, i just need you to do me this favour because if she doesn’t pass this class it’ll be a problem, okay?”

a sigh. “yes, that’s fine. but only for this class okay?” hoshi grins, all teeth “you’re the best,”

“yeah.. i better be going then, i hope she’s a well-mannered student otherw-” wonwoo says, setting off.

“oh.. about that..” “what?” he stops.

“nothing, she listens well,” hoshi says, scratching the back of his head.

x

she listens well when she wants to, he should have said.

not that this a surprise for wonwoo, knowing her brother. but damn, this girl is getting on his nerves.

“okay y/n, let me be clear. your brother begged me to give you lessons, so now please can we go to the library?”

“nu-uh, i have a tournament here this afternoon. we can do another day,” you crack your fingers and re-position your chair.

“see, maybe this is why you’re not getting through this class. you can do the tournament another day, it’s more important to study matrix systems to pass the exam than gaming,”

“boooooring, i will do that tonight if i feel like it okay? i don’t need your-” you turn your chair around to face him. “...help...”

since when your brother’s friends were this handsome. holy fuck, with that cap on before you couldn’t see anything and maybe he should have kept it on for your sanity. fuck. fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. fuckity fuck.

you can see that he is deeply annoyed by your behaviour, probably he’s used to people who take academic life very seriously. nah, he’s friend with hoshi so. you scoff a laugh.

and he’s just there, looking at you, waiting for an answer.

or maybe to beg you.

“but on second thoughts...” you begin to say, “we can come to an agreement..” “that is?” he shifts in his position.

“we game for about an hour, because you game and i can see that just by looking at your face. and then, we can look at the first two chapters of maths analysis. i think this we’ll do, yes.” you grin widely.

and he hates to admit that the grinning suits you best.

wonwoo promised hoshi that he would have at least gotten through the matrix systems today with you, but here he is. without a fucking clue of what to do.

and you are just looking at him smiling prettily, as if you absolutely don’t know how charming and good-looking you are.

so wonwoo just sighs, and turns his head to glance at the pc screen near him.

even his side profile is pretty, you think to yourself.

“fine. but at least let’s play some battlegrounds.”

“can’t promise you anything,” you say pleasantly, eyes creasing in a glittering smile that suddenly makes wonwoo skittish.

x

“do you want to fuck my brains out?”

the air in his little dorm becomes unbearably stuffy all of a sudden but you refuse to let it show, after finally voicing the thoughts that were possessing your head for the past few weeks.

wonwoo turns to face you, looking far more collected. you never would have thought it would all come to a head like this in his room on a monday afternoon. but here you are, feeling a little light headed but inexplicably brave.

“i mean,” you say. “doesn’t every girl on campus you know want you to fuck their brains out?” “that you have to tell me, i don’t think i can give you an answer,” he says, piling up the books on his desk.

he starts to drum his long fingers on the cover of the statistics textbook for a good minute, eyes focused on the dusty windowsill while he is chewing on the inside of his cheek.

and it takes you a second to really make that sink in: wonwoo is restless. he is hanging on your next words.

“so, are you going to say something or you will make me wait here all afternoon?”

you smile. and he hates how his palpitations go up by a notch.

“neither. just knowing that you rubbed one out to the thought of me is closure enough to me.” he clearly tenses up. “who says i have?”

you close your textbook with a thud. “oh, don’t be embarrassed wonu. we’ve all been there at one point or another.”

he’s at the brink of being disgusted with himself for getting a hard on when you just used his nickname like that, but despite it all his heart still leaps up into his throat when you sit up from his bed and collect your bag.

“you touched yourself thinking of me?”

you look at him with one hand on the door handle and wonwoo swears his vision blurs slightly as you grin at him like that.

“you say it like you’re surprised.”

there is no build up, no easing you into the uncharted waters. he kisses open the seam of your mouth without any hesitation, the heat of your tongue against his. it feels so harsh and erotic, so completely unlike the wonwoo you just got to know.

so polite and so pleasant.

but now his hands are on you. and you haven’t had the time to realize your eyes were closed until his hands come up to palm around your waist, searching for skin while you whine against him.

your brain is foggy with the taste of him. he pulls back just as you starts to sway in his arms.

“you don’t even know...” he traces up your back. “..what you do to me, uhm?” you gulp, lips all wet.

the muskiness of him makes your head spin fast, especially when he leaves soft kisses on the skin behind your ear. his mouth is so hypnotic, every move perfectly placed.

“wonwoo,” you stammer, not knowing what else to say. your voice has gone croaky and his hand is venturing up your sweater now, not looking like it would stop any time soon.

your breath catches in your throat when wonwoo trails his fingertips over your clothed breast, dancing across it before brushing the underside. you expected his touches to be harsh, sharp. but they are slow, feather-light. practiced.

his chest heaving like he’s just run a mile, the skin of his stomach hard and hot under your fingers from where you shoved his t-shirt up. his lips are smooth when you inch up to kiss him, gently by his cupid’s bow just to make him grunt. wonwoo’s hands curl around your wrists gently, pampering you with kisses for a couple of minutes before pulling away.

“fuck me,” you whisper. and then, because he has to double take like he didn’t quite hear you right. “fuck me wonwoo, please.”

“please. please, wonu. i’m begging.”

“y/n…” wonwoo growls, because he is really close to pop a blood vessel when you sound all whiny and shameless like that.

“i don’t care if someone will hear us,” you murmur against his mouth before pressing it there for a short kiss. you proceed to trail wet pecks all over his jaw and neck, so that he has to close his eyes with a soft sigh. 

“fuck,” he whispers, “you’re really begging me to fuck you here when your brother could come back any minute,” wonwoo says, kissing you.

it’s getting difficult for you to respond when his hand ventures down to undo your jeans though, mouth hanging open in pleasure while he nips at your bottom lip before pushing you back down on his bed. 

“you have to be extra quiet, okay?” he huffs. and there is something wonderfully satisfying for wonwoo to see you like this, underneath him and all putty in his hands.

“wonu,” you whine again, accepting the soft kiss he presses on your lips before he turns you over and positions you how he wants: on your knees, ass up, face pushed into a pillow to muffle your moans.

“you’re so impatient,” he chuckles behind you, but it sounds so soft. fond, even. he pecks your ear swiftly while you listen to him sliding down your jeans and undies and prepare himself, your heart thudding in anticipation. you’re so thrilled you barely register the embarrassment and awkwardness of being left to wait like this, propped up and ready for him to fuck you stupid. and you gasp when you finally feel his erection against your weeping slit, hot and everything you want.

he keeps grinding against your slick folds. “wonwoo,” you whimper, because his tip keeps slipping in and that alone is making you gush. you push your hips back, tears blurring your sight with how desperately you want him inside you. “please.”

he chuckles softly, leaning over to kiss your shoulder before finally pushing into you.

x

“so, i assume the lessons are going well since you two see each other three times a week now,” hoshi says, voice muffled by the noodles he’s slurping.

his eyes are set on wonwoo’s face, lost in the gimbap in front of him.

because if wonwoo has to be real honest, the lessons are going really well, yes. but also his dating life.

and how can he say that to hoshi... ‘oh yeah, she’s really smart hosh and also a fucking star at giving head!’

in his defence, wonwoo would probably never get over the fact that he has succeded in pulling someone like you. he suddenly turns pink thinking about your pretty smile and your prettier laugh. the glint in your eyes when gaming together and the concentrated face you make when trying to understand math concepts that even he has difficulties in teaching. you clinging onto his arm, the late night ramen runs at the convenience store and your honeyed sighs and moans when you’re in the private of your own.

so yeah, he doesn’t really know where to start with this.

“wonu-yah?” hoshi hisses, and suddenly wonwoo gulps when his friend is holding his stare in a vice grip.

“we’re fucking hosh,” he admits timidly, and hoshi starts swearing.

[skyrigel]

i know it's my period talking but hear me out !!! Simon Riley who just wants to spoil you <3

Like imagine him passing a bookstore and immediately thinking of the books you had mentioned once or twice, then surprising you in evening with a peck on your cheeks and a stack of books.

Like can you imagine Simon, shirtless, his muscular abs glistening with moonshine as he makes you dinner while you sit on the counter watching him with love.

Okay but how about Simon watching makeup tutorials, later having you on your lap, eyes narrowing as he applies the mascara, and groaning when you move because damn, you got him hard as a rod.

And Simon being a daddy, you need this babygurl ?! Here, this ?! Here, want new summer dresses, he got you ! Because holy Fuckity fuck— you look so cute.

Also don't get me started about gifts because he's going to spoil you so bad, chocolates and perfumes and books and albums and concert dates !!! If people gawk at a large man with his skully balaclava, walking around the art gallery with his cute little girlfriend then let it be.

how cute he gets when he takes care of you !!! Making stars and circles and cosmic love to you while you are on your periods, making you all your favourite dishes and braiding you hair in pattern like you had seen on Pinterest. Scolding you when you don't take care of yourself enough, because who's gonna hold you like him ? Who's gonna love you like him ?

Nobody. No-fucking-body.

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