#I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

[greenbergsays]

Someone was talking about this on Twitter earlier and I'll repeat what I said there:

I love this interpretation solely because it means that in that one scene, within maybe a minute of screentime, they heavily implied requited romantic feelings between Buck & Eddie

Tommy called Eddie the competition, implying the above, and Buck, in his haste to deny deny deny, accidentally and thoughtlessly told on himself by saying, "I don't have to sleep with everyone I have feelings for."

Which basically says that he does in fact have feelings for Eddie and there's some tiny part of him that knows it (and probably has known it since he crashed out about Tommy potentially stealing Eddie away from him), but he can't acknowledge it because of what it means for him, "hopelessly pining for his straight best friend."

Kinda crazy that Tommy used the word competition. He's not implying Buck has feelings for Eddie, he's implying Eddie wants Buck. Buck completely missed the fact that that accusation along with the breakup speech means that he lowkey expected Eddie to eventually swoop in and take Buck. Especially with the implication that he thinks Eddie isn't as straight as he claims to be. Tommy never accused Buck of being in love with Eddie or being hopelessly pining. He more implied that Eddie might try to steal Buck and Buck would let him than anything. But it's fascinating the way that Buck's brain can't allow him to process the possibility of Eddie wanting him.

[oifaaa]

Annabeth is so much stronger then me I'm just saying if my mum got pissed and punished me for something my field trip partner did after i was nothing but the perfect child for the last 5 years meanwhile the guy who actually did the thing got nothing but praise from his dad yeah no Luke wouldn't even have time to ask me if I wanted to fight against the gods I'd already be starting my own revolution

[malsorie]

Nightwarden.

[rainbowfartblaster]

JAYCES HAND CUPPING VIKTORS NECK OH MY GOD I NEED TO DIE

[bratmillers]

the last of us (2023) | 1.01

[vikingpoteto]

Marcille: You'll feel healing pains because of my spell.

Chilchuck and Senshi, who had concussions, I think???: THIS IS THE WORST PAIN EVER AAARGH

Laios, who just had a fucking limb reattached: oh. it itches a little?

[viperify]

oneshots | ᴛᴏᴍ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ X ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

₊˚ෆ Tulips And Kisses.

Short Summary: Tom makes sure you start your birthday in the best way possible.

Warnings: 18+ only! oral f!receiving, fingering, praise, slight overstim

A/N: Happiest Birthday to my lovely wife aka @riddleswhcre!!! May you have the best day ever… here a little treat to get you started ;)

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A soft kiss to your forehead wakes you, eyelids fluttering open slowly. Weak sun rays fight their way through the cloudy mid-February sky, a soft warmth spreading through your body as they touch your skin.

“Good morning, darling.” a voice beside you drawls, smooth like velvet, your lips curling up into a smile when your eyes meet his gaze. Tom presses a tender kiss to your lips then, swiping a strand of hair out of your face.

“I brought you these,” he murmurs, revealing a bouquet of tulips he’s been hiding behind his back. “Your favourite.”

“Tom, these are beautiful,” you whisper, sitting upright on the bed to get a closer look. They are a soft pink colour, decorated with Gypsophilas, wrapped in foil with a pink ribbon on one side.

“Beautiful flowers for the most beautiful girl.” He answers casually, stroking your hair as you lean into his side. Then he kisses you again, sitting down beside you. He smirks against your lips, pulling back slightly as his eyes meet yours.

“I might have something else, too.”

You lift an eyebrow, a grin tugging at the corner of your lips. “And that is?”

He then gently pulls the sheets off your body, slipping in between your thighs.

“This.”

He presses a kiss to the inside of your knee next, tugging on your silky white shorts, urging you to lift your hips for him. When you do, they are quickly disregarded on the other side of the bed, and his fingertips graze along the lace of your panties while he trails soft kisses up your inner thigh.

“Don’t tease,” you whine, earning a smug grin from him as he looks up at you from between your legs. His thumb trails lower then, a low groan falling over his lips as he feels the already damp patch on your panties, swiping over the soaked fabric.

“So eager for me. Good girl.” He purrs, tracing over your clothed clit softly, watching as your face contorts in pleasure, hips bucking against his touch. Small pleas fall over your lips, hands tightly gripping at the sheets as your thighs tremble in anticipation.

Tom loves to have you like this—all worked up, whining and begging for him. Normally, he would tease you for longer, take his time, make you earn his touch. However, today, his focus lies on you and your pleasure.

So he doesn’t tease you any longer, ridding you of your panties. His thumb swipes through your soaked folds just a second later, first slipping one, then a second finger inside you, curling them with precision. A sharp gasp escapes your lips as his head dips, tongue lapping over your clit before his lips wrap around the swollen bud, gently sucking on it.

“Oh— oh fuck, Tom—“ you hiss as he drags his teeth over it, a firm hand keeping your thighs open for him. His fingertips brush over your most sensitive spot with every thrust of his hand, and before you know it, a familiar sensation forms in the pit of your stomach.

He mumbles something for you inaudible against your bare cunt, the vibrations of his voice pushing you to the brink of ecstasy, your walls greedily clenching around his fingers. The knot in your lower abdomen winds impossibly tighter, your breath coming out in short, ragged huffs. “Let go, darling.” Tom encourages you, briefly withdrawing from your clit only to lick and suck on it harder when his lips wrap around the puffy bud once more.

With his fingers picking up pace, you soon enough tumble over the edge with a shaky moan, thighs trembling as he works you through your orgasm perfectly, not leaving up until your body goes limp beneath his touch.

Vision still blurry, mind hazy with the aftereffects of your orgasm, you don’t realize he doesn’t have any intent of stopping just yet—only when his fingers slowly drag against your sensitive walls again, you whimper softly, small “no’s” spilling over your lips as you shake your head.

“You can take it,” he whispers, his thumb softly circling over your sensitive clit, “be good for me and take it.”

You nod, reluctantly, relaxing against the soft mattress underneath you. Tom doesn’t waste much time before his head dips between your legs again, tongue swiping through your folds before he finds your clit, gently, teasingly lapping on it. His arms keep your thighs parted for him, pinning you firmly underneath him when you try to squirm away from his touch.

You squeal when his lips close around your sensitive bud, fingers tangling in his dark curls. He doesn’t let up, not even when you tug on his hair—which he normally does not allow. Tom’s working your body like magic, every thrust of his fingers bringing you closer to the edge, and just when you think you can’t do it, you can’t put up with the overwhelming amount of pleasure—

“Too much— fuck Tom, too much!” You cry out, though, your body betrays your words. Your hips roll against his touch instead, chasing the pleasure even as you whimper in protest. And there you are again—eyes rolling to the back of your head, walls trembling around him.

“Mmmh. Come for me, pretty girl.” He mumbles against your skin, enough to send you over the edge. The waves of your orgasm wash over you, even stronger than the one before, your entire body spasming in pleasure as you come undone around his digits once more.

Your head sinks back into your pillow, cunt weakly pulsing. He slowly withdraws his digits as you come down from your high, leaving you empty. You don’t notice him leaving as you lay there, boneless, mind still spinning. Only when he returns with a wet cloth, wiping between your legs, a soft whimper escapes your lips, and you meet the gaze of his chocolate-brown eyes. You watch him intently before he sits down beside you, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart.”

[letraspal]

Happy Birthday Baz Pitch! Never forget you were brought to this world with love.

(Also, happy birthday to the one and only @rainbowrowell)

[rachelchinouriris]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOUIS TOMLINSON! — Born December 24th, 1991

[khaoala]

i'm telling you now, wherever you go i will be ready to follow no matter the distance, near or far here i am always where you are

My Fuel - First Kanaphan

[ringosmistress]

[cowboylikeyouu]

it‘s so good coming back to tumblr after chilling on tiktok for an hour bc everyone here has moved past the "hey, deadpool & wolverine was kinda gay" stage WEEKS ago, while on tiktok 50% are still being like "hey so, i think the honda fight scene is a teeny tiny little bit sexual, but only if you squint" and the other 50% are angry marvel dudebros who try to argue with you about how dEaDpOoL iSnT cOnFiRmEd QuEeR iN tHe MoViEs, NoT eVeReYtHiNg iS gAy!!! hE hAs A GiRlFrIeNd!!!!

[cubeshapedlemon]

people who hc male characters as butch lesbians and then draw them i love you so much i will worship at your feet till the end of time

[hanase]

[charmac]

Mac believing he's the owner of the dress in the script of Mac and Charlie Die

[knucklestheenchilada]

Here's a link to a playlist with all the tracks released so far