#I GASPED ISTG

[triona-tribblescore]

STOPPP OH MY GOD- IM- IM ON THE FLOOR

LOOK AT THE COLOURS!!! THE VIBES!!! THE POSES OMG THEY ARE SO HHAPPY IM SOBBING HBDBAJDB

Hi!!! I decided I wanted to try @triona-tribblescore's DTIYS, I really like the AU too, so it was a blast!! :D

ALSO TRIONA YOUR USAGI IS AMAZING HE'S SO SILLY AND I WANT TO EAT YOUR ART /POS

[castingpods]

so i got the am archive notebooks in the mail today

and what i have to say is just

FUCK

[moremousebites]

remembering the first time house and wilson see each other after a year and how they spend the entire time looking at each other like this as if they’re not supposed to be having a serious discussion rn

“you’ll appreciate that i left the ‘idiots’ subtextual”

[literallybyronic]

if i see one more bullshit age gap comment abt emmrich someone's getting their house flooded with swamp water and infested with leeches istg

[the-celestial-bitch]

i know this is asking too much from tumblr but pls stop congratulating iran on the attack. iran and israel have always yapped at each other while using each other as reinforcement in the area. just look at the recent attack, israel was starting to lose usa's support and just bc of irans weird decision to attack usa is back fully supporting israel. and iran is also getting something out of this by distracting people from the morality police coming out again and pretending that they do really care about palestine and so look they did everything they could! this is a weird transaction between israel and iran and the victims are the people who are suffering in the proxy wars in middle east

[manyminded]

IT FINALLY HAPPENED

(context: before it was cancelled, in obs 7b moon was supposed to die by being split in half just like this.)

[sweetlyvibe]

MY SWEET AWESOME COUSIN RANDOMLY BOUGHT ME THIS SUPER CUTE SLEEPING STITCH WHILE WE WERE IN THIS SUPER CUTE SHOP CALLED MINISO OR SOMETHING…

[fluent-in-lesbianism]

why am i not seeing more love to omai the series on youtube??? i went to the tag and saw practically NOTHING 😭 so tragic considering it's the cutest story i've seen in awhile, plus it's getting a season 2 from what i've read

please watch it

[lilyrighter]

"Truly Miss Lucy, if she be sad in the foes that beset her, is at least happy in the friends that love her."

[aria0fgold]

I'm beaming all my thoughts to this uninvited guest to "go back outside again please" cuz why oh why... out of all the houses around the neighbourhood... must this spider enter MINE!?!?!?!?

[mythvoiced]

“Huntress. I will be turning 600 years old. Humans are foolish to ceremonialize the years their day of birth the way they do, aren't they? However, I believe the way to celebrate mine would only be in your presence. The mortals say the recipe is to do something I enjoy for my day. I have found a cabin in the woods, a perfect place for peace and a hunt. Would you come with me, teach me how to use a bow, perhaps?”

@uroborosymphony | oh god oh the amount of things i am feeling

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There is existence before the fierce commander of armies Calixtus Orion.

And there is life after it.

That's the only way she could describe it, if she possessed the kind of mind poetic enough to even look for words to describe the soul she can suddenly feel glow and bloom each day within her chest.

Life returned to her, with a gaze, with a moniker, with Calista's attention, with her manner of speech that has evolved from the rage-filled bites they would scream into one another's lungs to this, something still out of place in the contemporary, modern world, but so very her that Sarang's heart picks up a beat she hadn't thought it still capable of whenever she reads a passage of a book that reminds her of her speech patterns.

And she does this a lot.

Watches herself press her fingers into pages, dragging her nails below words that might have been spoken by her, given the right circumstances, and watches herself press her fingerprints as deeply into the paper as they may go.

She seeks her out in the night and in the day both, seeks her out in things that remind her of her and in things that have nothing to do with her.

Most of all, she seeks her out away from civilisation.

There were nature's heart beats loudest, there is where she feels she's closest to her when they're apart.

They'd met on a battlefield, after all. Away from civilisastion. Blood and fading heartbeats all around them, the very ground pulsating beneath their advancing feet, along their blades, forcing Sarang to become half a swordswoman just to keep pace with her.

Maybe they'd been walking along an artery all along.

Sarang turns to watch her life speak and tries to not ler gaze track where she believes Calista's artery to possibly be too evidently. It's not a predator's assessment anymore, though she can't say she doesn't sometimes feel the urge to bite either way.

Just to have her near.

Feel her all around, wrap her teeth around Calista or bear her throat to have Calista bite into her.

As defiance to the humans she describes. As defiance to the Order. As defiance to existence as a whole.

"You need not ask, my heart," she slips easily into a mimicry of Calista's speech patterns, as though she couldn't bear to be separated from her via the modern touch of her slang.

"You need only take me there and I will teach you all you wish to learn and more," she reaches out, undamaged fingers that have killed enough to be ripped and torn in soul, wrapping around Calista's wrist, grazing along her skin to hold loosely onto her fingers.

"I will teach you how to aim for all those places you have already hit me in," there's a glint in her eyes as she guides Calista's hand to hover her eye, one freed still so she may keep regarding her.

"In my eyes, for robbing me of sight until I get to lay them on you;" she guides her hand to her throat, "to my throat, where my voice is, who's trying all she may to be near you, and find ways to utter my devotion to life with you in it and only with you in it."

She rests her hand against her front, where her heart never ceases to beat.

"In my heart, because you are very skilled at what you do," she tilts her head to one side, playful and glowing, alive.

"Consider it my gift to you on this day. This and everything else you may wish from me, body and soul."

[vminswrld]

literally my fave scene from this episode @~@ the amount of times i replayed it was vv much unhealthy but i'd gladly do it again

YELLOWJACKETS: 301. It Girl

[bluedrake121]

What ever happened to Root Beer?

It used to be everywhere when I was younger, but now adays it seems like you have to go so far out of your way for it, half the places I go to it's not an option, and I kid you not at a local store for the past few weeks they have had it in, but only have "Diet Root Beer." It just isn't the same I tell you, I mean it's good, but it's nothing compared to true cane sugar

[berrryparfait]

why is he in my bed ?! ♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅

— ༉‧₊ᐟ featuring: caleb, zayne, xavier, sylus, rafayel x fem-afab!reader

— ༉‧₊ᐟ premise: you're woken up in the middle of the night by something hard and warm between your legs... what on earth is going on? 「i must still be dreaming, for this is an overwhelming ecstasy.」

— ༉‧₊ᐟ tags/cws: [nsfw] pure smut, dubcon on reader's part, dry humping, creampie, needy af, sleep (and p*ssy)-drunk, "good girl" affirmations

— ♫₊ᐟ soundtrack: morning sex – ralph castelli

✧ a/n: i promise i'm not horny i'm just deeply interested in the science and academia behind dry humping and sleepy sex like istg i'm doing this for research purposes... okie thank u for reading enjoy this scientific report :>

When you dream, you’re in your happy place. A place full of sunshine and rainbows and unicorns and undisrupted peace. Your slumbers are deep, quiet, and tranquil, with no one around to—

Wait, what’s that pressing up against my ass?

Large, calloused hands cup around your breasts as you feel it—hard and imposing behind you. “Caleb?” You whisper in surprise, your question left unanswered as he breathes in your scent and snuggles up closer behind you. Before you can clear your mind enough to react, he grinds against your ass and you notice for the first time that he’s completely naked. The act sends a shock wave of pleasure down your spine, and he lets out a groan as he rolls into you once more. “A-Are you alright? What’s gotten into you?” He pays your words no mind, dry humping you in a steady rhythm as he grunts and whispers “Shh shh shh…” into your ear. His thumb hooks around the waistband of your panties and roughly pulls them down to your knees. He doesn’t even bother to pull them all the way down. He needs you now, and desperately. With your ass exposed to him, he instantly pushes the tip of his cock between your folds, and you moan in shock as he squeezes himself all the way in. The covers are still around you. It’s hot, sticky, and suffocating, but you don’t care. He thrusts into you with such speed that you wonder how long he’s been waiting for this. How much he needed this. With one final move of his hips, he fills you with his thick seed, and your eyes roll all the way to the back of your head. Panting, he pulls his cock out from deep within you and falls asleep, exhaustion and satisfaction overcoming him. “Just what will I do with you…”

Zayne is inside you before you even wake up. Your eyes blink open as you feel a heavy arm holding you down by the waist, the space between your legs feeling strangely full. “What in the—” You turn around and come face to face with a groggy, lust-drunk Zayne, his face flushed pink and his body hot to the touch. “What? What are you—” He pushes all the way into you, effectively silencing your feeble questions. “Ah, fuck—” he gasps, his hands trembling with the feeling of dragging his cock along your walls, your pussy so tight it steals the air from his lungs. He pounds into you from behind as you call out his name, eyes squeezing shut from the sheer size of him. Your mind has been fucked empty, no other thoughts capable of being formed save for the graphic image of the two of you in this stuffy bed with nothing but sweat between your bodies. In the blink of an eye, he pulls you upright and pushes your shoulders down, fucking you doggy style as he grabs your hips and rocks deep into you, a relentless repetition of thrusts that drives you crazy. “Good girl…” Your panties are resting helplessly at your ankles, your tight shirt pushed up above your tits. He cums without warning, hot ropes of cum leaking out of your pussy as he backs away and falls onto the bed, spent. “Out cold just like that. Aftercare my ass.”

You feel your blankets readjust themselves as a weight settles to your left, though you can’t quite see what it is in the darkness. A soft hand on your waist tells you it’s Xavier, and you cuddle up next to him as you doze off once more… But Xavier doesn’t seem to stay still. You hear the sound of a zipper being pulled down and frown in confusion, wondering why he’s stripping on your bed in the middle of the night. He flips you over to face him so you’re both lying face to face. You realize he’s breathing heavily, his hands restless and reaching to pull your pajama pants down with haste. “Xavier, it’s 3 in the morning…” But your words fall on deaf ears. You feel his hard length press into you, slowly, tentatively—as if he’s using his last ounce of control to ensure you don’t get hurt in the process of accommodating his cock. That control quickly dies. He’s pumping in and out of you before you know it, shallow and in quick succession like a man starved. His shirt is still on and so is yours, pants and underwear still around his and your legs—he’s in such urgent need of release that he doesn’t even care. You moan and grab the fabric of his shirt as he plows into your pussy, your forehead touching his and your lungs inhaling his air. “You’re…so…good…” he whines as he slams into you harder, his eyes shut tight against his rapidly arriving climax. With a delicious moan, white streaks of cum erupt from his cock, coating your pussy and staining the sheets beneath you. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear before collapsing from exertion, and he’s fast asleep in an instant. You tut at him, amused. “You’re lucky you’re so cute.”

Something big and warm is touching your inner thigh. You can feel it through the fabric of your nightgown. “Sylus? Is that you?” A rough hand glides over your bare arm in a caress that could only mean one thing: he’s incredibly horny right now. Still cloudy with sleep, you distantly realize that you’re about to get railed. One of his hands wraps around the base of your neck—not forcefully, but hard enough to assure you your suspicions were correct—while the other reaches down to pull his pants and boxers free. Your nightgown is white silk and very much easy-access, so it doesn’t take him long to push the smooth fabric up to your waist. “Sylus—” Your voice is cut off by the torturous glide of his cock up the length of your pussy, a small warming before he shoves it in all the way. He lets out a low grown as the friction begins to intensify, his face buried in the crook of your neck as he fucks you from behind. He’s going so fast that you have to make a conscious effort to catch your breath, the ecstasy of his length sliding against your walls turning your brain into mindless mush. You’ve never heard him make sounds this loud before. He uses his right hand to lift your leg up, giving himself a better angle to pound into your pussy as you bounce your ass against his groin. “Good girl… You’re so wet for me…” he hums as you arch your back and somehow make him even bigger than before. At last, he pulls you in with such force that his tip rubs against your deepest spot, and it’s enough for both of you to come undone. He shudders as his warm, sticky cum fills you, forming a puddle on the bed that you’ll have to clean up in the morning. He sure as hell wouldn’t be able to. Not even an earthquake could wake him from the sleep he just seamlessly fell into. “I’m going to kill you tomorrow, you hear me?”

You’re being pushed. Repeatedly. Something or someone is slamming against you in your sleep. “Hey, stop that—” You turn to see Rafayel naked in your bed, his erection so obvious that you can see it in the pitch black room. He’s dry humping you with a pathetic eagerness that almost makes you feel bad for him. “Woah there, I just woke up, Raf…” But the pleasure spiking in your core was undeniable. Why was the sight of Rafayel panting like a dog in heat so…hot? He roughly yanks your pants down to your knees and gets on top of you, forearms braced on either side of you. Precum glistens on the tip of his dick as he quickly inserts himself between your folds, and it isn’t long before he begins thrusting into you with no intentions of stopping. You grip the bed sheets as his crotch rubs against your clit, his labored moans and whispers in your ear sending you into overdrive. “Fuck, you’re so tight…” You bite your bottom lip and arch your back, the new angle allowing him to hit your g-spot and making you see stars. So many dirty, sinful thoughts come to mind with his cock between your legs, but you can’t quite grasp any one of them—not while he’s mercilessly fucking you. “Raf… I’m going to—” He grabs your ass with both hands and lifts your hips up, his cock driving into you with full force as you cry out and beg for him to go faster. Finally, with one last powerful thrust, he cums deep into your pussy, thick pools of white dripping down your thighs as he twitches and writhes in pleasure. He smiles down at you rather ridiculously before slumping into a tired heap on top of you, and you have to hold back a smile of your own as you roll your eyes. “Never know what to expect with this one.”

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[p2ii]

atlas lore is so FUCKED man

[boba-beom]

GET OUT OF HERE OMFG (affectionate)

FUCK OFF