#I WISH THEY KISSED

[yunepli]

in the downtime ⏳

[bethsvrse]

They’re gay, your honour 

[definitelynotourdino]

This is just a shitpost that’s why it’s low effort I promise I’ll make actual art of this movie one day

Og Image

[leftmyheartinthetardis]

Or you could like. Stab me in the kidneys. That might hurt less

Thirteenth Doctor Rewatch

Special #2 - Legend of the Sea Devils

[pokimoko]

I can't keep being fundamentally changed as a person by animated movies, it's just not sustainable.

[xochimillilili]

Hey come here puppy, come here and sit on my lap honey, let me hold you~ That's my puppy, just lay on my chest, yes just like that my love, rest your pretty little puppy head and let all those thoughts fall out~

You've had quite a long day haven't you pup? Look at you, your eyes are all sleepy and pretty, your cute lil tired smile n frown, your hair all fluffed up from being so busy all day... it's alright my sweetheart, I've got you, I'm staying here with you all night

Let me help put your collar on baby, you're just a little puppy after all, you just focus on getting yourself comfy love~

We can do anything you like my precious pup, we can cuddle here in bed or I'll sit next to you while you're snug in your little doggie bed. I can run you a nice bath and try to rub and scrub all your worries away, even just for a bit honey. We can watch something you like, or I can tell you a story, we can nap or do some nice coloring while I brush your hair all soft

You're my precious darling little puppy love, my good puppy who I'm so sooo very proud of, I'll always want to hold and care for you after a long day, you're the one I love~

[muppetfreak]

Mr. Riordan, it is truly a pleasure getting to experience your second draft.

[hinamie]

domain expansion

[thaigls]

Pluto The Series — Episode 11 (YouTube)

[timethehobo]

Eepy mood means soft shippy thoughts.

[lil-lemon-snails]

last post of 2024 is a little self-indulgent celebration of my favourite guys :3c

[zurka-durka]

bro’s brain is not working rn

[hotcinnamonsunset]

when art (below left, print by Anna Haifisch) inspires art (below right, follow up by @molabuddy) inspires art (above, hand knit cardigan by me)🐕

[stillnotb1tt3n]

✗♡✗♡

I can’t stop thinking about abby and her hands.

The feeling of them grabbing at your hips as she hugs you from behind. The way they’d slowly inch around to pull you into a full reverse embrace, putting more pressure into your sides as she squeezed the life out of you.

How small everyday objects looked when she was holding them. A soda can looked like a child’s toy when she had her large hands wrapped around it. Pens and pencils were always hidden when she held them because her muscular hands engulfed them.

How the skin of her palms were hardened and always sent shivers up your spine when she would put her hand to your cheek or wrap a hand around your throat while kissing.

Her finger tips were slightly rough as well but way softer in comparison to her palms. Her nails were well kept and she (modern abby) would always have them painted in a shade of beautiful crimson or black. Always clipped and filed as well, never a hangnail in sight. The dark colors on her nails always made you smile when you caught a glimpse of them while holding hands.

The way those same fingers would drag up your thighs, tracing playful patterns over them as she looked into your eyes and captured your soul. She was so gorgeous her face almost always distracted you from her reaching into your pants and gliding her hands around to your ass. She always loved to dig her fingers in the bare plushness of your skin to remember how soft your body was down there.

You could always tell after she worked out because the veins in her hands were always raging through her reddened skin. You’d always offer her a hand massage each time she’d come home with sore hands. Scrubbing her with sweet smelling sugar scrubs as you worked away at her aches trying to relieve your girlfriend of her pain.

Abby’s hands were crafted by themselves gods I believe (maybe it was the profit :0 )

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okay i have never posted any writing before anywhere ever but i love abby and i wanted to write something about her😭 i really hope it’s decent <3

[kaiser1ns]

#. GIVE ME WHAT I WANT

featuring 𝗺���𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗹 𝗸𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

fluff. he allowed himself to feel something he rarely did, peace and love because with you he got everything he wants.

happy birthday to my lover boy kaiser !! and happy christmas everyone !!

More awake inside of his dreams, the loneliness suits him better as he remains the only star in this cruel world. He doesn’t know what he wants but it’s not this, these sugar-coated words don't mean anything when he says them with his lips, tongue rolling with venom when he sees the faces of despair, experiencing the depth of a person’s soul when they have been put in their place. The moment people give up and are left hopeless, desperate for salvation, sacrificing their talent for more tedious lives — they are weak, more or less dead.

Impossible. He hates and loathes upon hearing that word coming out of someone's mouth, which makes him want to prove himself even more. Nothing is impossible. He was the weak person who gave up at any given chance, curling up into a ball to disappear and become invisible, embracing what is dearest to him in all the vast space, a planet that shines brighter than any star, emitting its own light basking in the gravity of football.

I don't know what I want but I know it's not this… A blue rose on his neck traced down with chain-like intertwined thorns that made their way to the crown on his left hand. To remind himself, to never again fall into that weak mindset, a dark and deep rabbit hole that won’t lead you to Wonderland but straight to execution, and it's ‘Off with your head!’. A symbol that shows the impossible, he is the symbol itself, not the tattoo.

Was that really you next to me? It’s cold even under the blanket, it's cold because it's winter … But it’s warm when you kiss him, it’s warm when you love him. Sometimes it makes him sad when he receives a gift because he doesn’t know how he’s supposed to react. It’s his birthday and he doesn’t like it. Christmas lights, a decorated apartment, food on the table, and a woman full of love. Giving him what he wants, then again who is he supposed to please?

“Don't you like it, my love? I-I can always return it if you don't…” Kaiser tried to play it off, masking his emotions behind his usual arrogance. But with you, he was different—less rude, less cold. His eyes lingered on the gift he had just unwrapped: golden rings. Promise rings, you had said with a soft smile, assuring him that nothing could ever tear you apart. Yet, your expression betrayed you—your face was full of sadness and regret. It hurt him more than he cared to admit, more than anything else ever could.

He watched as you looked down, fidgeting with your hands, retreating into yourself. You had given him so much more than he deserved. You gave him what he needed the most: a dream to hold on to.

Then, you felt it—his colder, larger hands settling gently atop yours. For someone usually so brash, the touch was rather gentle and tender. He turned your hand palm up, brushing his thumb over your knuckles before sliding the ring onto your ring finger. An arrogant young man with a superiority complex, Kaiser had always been a fortress of pride and self-importance. But beneath it all, he was just a boy yearning to be loved. “I never said anything like that, Engel,” he murmured, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it. "I’m just… not good at this stuff, okay? Birthdays and gifts, they’re not my thing. Never have been."

He tilted his head, studying your face. His usual smirk returned, but it was softer now, almost boyish. Kaiser knows you are doing this with pure intentions, he knows he has ben truly blessed not on this day, but the day he met you. And even if he hides it, you can see the little boy's eyes waiting to hear those three words.

“I love you,” you whispered, leaning in to kiss him. Wrapping your arms around his neck, your lips met his, the warmth of your touch seemed to catch him off guard, and he instinctively stepped back. You both paused, glancing up—mistletoe. A sweet kiss for the birthday boy. A loving kiss for the gift you’d received from the universe. His lips were softer than you expected, and he tasted faintly of your lipstick, a reminder of just how sweet your kisses were. He loves you too. You are everything he could ask for: pretty, smart, loving, and caring. You are his.

As he kissed you back, his hands found your waist, pulling you closer. The motion brought him off balance as he hit the edge of the bed, pulling you down with him. You landed on top of him, both breathless, laughter spilling into the space between your lips.

“Time to unwrap your other present~” you teased as you caressed his face, and he felt the golden ring pressing to his cheek.

On days like this, angels are said to come alive. But you were born one—his angel, his most precious treasure. For someone who believed the world to be cruel, who found pleasure in proving everyone else wrong, you were the exception to all his rules. You made him want to be better, not for the world, but for you. Who am I supposed to please? He asked, more to himself than to you, repeating the question that haunted him. His answer was clear now. It wasn’t about the world, the people who doubted him, or even his old self. It was you. It had always been you.

©2024 kaiser1ns do not copy, repost or modify my work.

[idolomantises]

I really love scavenger’s reign and I want more people to watch it but there’s one thing that’s been bugging me about that show.

Why didn’t the lesbian fuck the robot.