#I am *howling*

[kink-tomato]

This zine, and I cannot over emphasize how funny this is, is for Anne Rice’s Interview with the Vampire

[mistressemmedi]

GOOD MORNING TAYLONSO NATION

[kajaono]

The moment Wickham stood up in the church to marry Lydia and BOOM Darcy jumpscares him from behind. I screamed! What was THAT?! Personal space, Darcy doesn't know it.

my headcanon is that he sticked to Wickham like glue until he married Lydia. Wickham trying to fall asleep, but who is lurking in the shadow of his bedroom? Its Darcy

[ofthecaravel]

Jake Kiszka saying "fine I'll do it myself" and opening for his own fucking band is iconic, unprecedented, and fucking hysterical. Brava, sir

[thatsuredidntwork]

[alexalblondo]

Alexander „don‘t skip hump day“ Rossi vs Callum „skinny skinny boi“ Ilott

[corrodedbisexual]

[queerdiazs]

no matter HOW BAD 911blr gets always remember,,, 911twt is far worse

[whirlybirbs]

Well it’s a copy pasta now.

I think it's really sad you're only interested in pegging hawks when you're sad and lonely and using it to cope with a breakup. You only want to peg hawks when you've been dumped and it just isn't the same anymore. I've been following you for years and LOVED your bottom hawks content, but it's just the same, drab, rewriting of the same pegging scene recycled over and over with different names who all take the personality of whatever ex you're forcing into the fic. There's never anything new or interesting, it's just the same boring bullshit to cope with your loneliness. It's just not giving brat and it's obvious you're not pegging, either.

[hopefullygettingtaller]

Babygirl please the kids are starving

[revvethasmythh]

"O CHANGEBRINGER, my love and sweetness, would you SAAAY--"

[soulaanadelrey]

[livetogether--diealone]

HE'S SO REAL FOR THIS

[exactlaptime]

“and that concludes the max verstappen podcast for another grand prix”

[nkogneatho]

ೀ.ᐟ⭒๋࣭ ⭑𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔⭒๋࣭ ⭑ ೀ.ᐟ

[rexxdjarin]

But imagine helping keep Rex relaxed and cockwarmed comfortable while he reviews some reports 👀

Legs kept spread on each side of that man's strong, thiiick thighs, so much so you need to rest against his (strong, warm, delicious) chest to keep balance and comfort, all the while you're speared on his cock 🥵

And Rex, the cheeky mf, keeps caressing and squeezing your thighs, your chest, your waist - any soft place he can reach, tbh - because of course he will, you're his soft, little, beloved stress relieving thing.

And when he's dealing with a particularly stressful report, one big hand finds home between your legs, teasing and pleasing until you come undone around him - because there's no better feeling to relax him than your walls pulsing around him, milking him for all he's worth.

But if you think that's it you're in for a hell of a time, because his clone stamina is something of legend, and there's so many reports to see...

I feel like this rn. Only thing appropriate I can say here because my brain is scrambled thinking about him like this.

Oh the loving and supportive and teasing filth he’d mutter in your ear. About how good you are, how divine you feel, how you melt under his touch, how fucking soft you are for him. You’re his girl. His most beloved, valued, precious and special girl. His girl. You’re his. He’ll say it to you a thousand times over and each time he means it more.

He wants you to come apart around him. To let the silken warmth of your walls suffocate him like he’s dreamed about for weeks. He wants it to be slow, so every tightening muscle in your core pulls him in deeper and the position you’re in let’s him entangle himself in you and around you. You with him ties up his only loose end and knots you together so tightly that nothing in the universe could undo the bond. your souls are woven into one with every shuddering breath you take and every gasp you mewl out in response.