#I am a sucker for it

[wonderholegifs]

The World is spinning

[shredsandpatches]

Just watched the 2004 ROH Faust with @skeleton-richard and that ending messed me up even harder than it did in the 2019

[zenlesszonezero]

[hiyuji]

i've been thinkin about this since i watched the first ep of season 2 but what if yor gets a blood stain from all the walking and stuff and loid sees it and thinks she's on her period and

[ID (by @princess-of-purple-prose): A Spy x Family comic of Loid and Yor on their first date. Yor looks uncomfortable as she walks in front of Loid, and Loid looks surprised as he notices a spot of blood on her dress. He smiles earnestly and takes off his coat to tie it around Yor's waist. Yor looks surprised, and sparks float around Loid's face. End ID]

[toffee-arts]

. Kingfisher Feathers by Anonymous I binge read this fic the whole afternoon and lets just say I am inlove 🥺♥ political drama + wangxian = heaven

[lil-lemon-snails]

don't let him hear you say that!

[seven-tastic]

that one silly pijama thingy but its aventiopaz

[phoenixgreen]

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The girls are back (from the grave)

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[prettylesbianprincess]

Yes ofc butches covering their femmes in hickeys but have u considered? Femmes covering their butches? Little purple bruises poking out on their tummy when they reach for the top shelf? Marks on their neck to show to every person who sees them that they're yours? Little faint ones poking out from the bottom of their boxers as you watch them get dressed?

[molinaesque]

Lucy and Cooper | Height difference

[oliviawebsite]

went to the farmers market and bought peaches and nectarines from a strikingly beautiful transgender woman. things are gonna be okay

[totaldramafan-lauri]

No matter how much I try to word my posts as neatly as possible to give the illusion that I know what I’m talking about, there are still moments when it hits me that I should just embrace the fact that my opinions aren’t worth anything in the long run

Right now.....that’d be just now, when it hit me that the Serbian entry is a legit candidate for my top seven this year

........

........N-nuff said....

[thyming]

Moodboard for the name ,,Mariela" ♡

(Pics from Pinterest, gif from Insta)

[5ftboy]

Conrad Schintz; newsie, Justin's best friend, and butterfly.

BONUS:

[dykekarkat]

the andrew "he will be mine realization" is so fucking funny to me because it's not a "oh yeah im gonna do everything to get him" moment it's a "are you fucking kidding me?" moment. extreme reluctance but i will be romancing the most oblivious/aggravating man in the world i have no choice moment. if i could choose one scene in aftg to be a fly on the wall for it would be whenever andrew tells renee that he's keeping neil bcus he wouldn't wish him on anyone except a mortician or whatever it was bcus like wow. all this before a single kiss?

[emmyrosee]

Okay hear me out…

Trying to surprise Sukuna with breakfast in bed but it goes wrong and Sukuna wakes up smelling smoke and us making a mess in the kitchen. He scolds us a little ofc but it’s all soft and fluffy still. You can make up the ending I just think this is a sweet concept lol.

I’m a sucker for bfs who fix our messes 🤭

of course he could smell fire. but sukuna's mind merely brushed it off.

in his dream, the smell of smoke appeared as a campfire himself and megumi, of all people, had started. it smells strong, like he can physically taste the smoke.

then, in his dream, there's an incessant beeping, one that comes out of Megumi's mouth in place of words.

But finally, he hears you scream in the real world. And his eyes fly open to wake up, his head spinning from the sudden shift from sleep to cognizance. Without a moment to spare, he barrels from the bed into the kitchen, dark clouds of smoke dancing in the air. There’s a baking sheet of burned cinnamon rolls crashed onto the floor- you, cradling your hand not far from it- a pan with a burnt egg sizzling on the stove, and the toaster smoking from whatever contents have now been roasted inside of it.

"What the fuck!" He snarls, grabbing a dish towel and waving it around to break up the dark clouds of smoke near the fire alarm. He leans over to shut off the stove and pop the toaster up, heat coating his arm You wince at the pain on your palm, and he furrows his brows, "fuck sake, go run it under water! What’re you doing grabbing things out of the oven with no mitt, you freak!"

"I couldn't find it!" you whimper, making your way to the sink to, in fact, run your hand under the cold water, hissing at the sting before letting yourself cry softly, be it from the pain or the stimulation of everything at once, Sukuna doesn’t know yet.

Just as soon as the chaos started, it ended, the smoke alarm silencing and the only noise being your whimpers and the running sink. He pants softly and cards a hand through his messy bed head, tossing away the rag and coming up to wrap his big arms around you. You bury your face in the fabric of his nightshirt, crying quietly.

“I just wanted to do something nice for you,” you whimper, and he sighs and rests his head on yours. “I know you’ve been working a lot… I thought I would surprise you.”

“You surprised me alright,” he grumbles, gently cradling the back of your head. “I told you, the oven in my apartment is fucking weird, don’t mess with it. And you did. Now you’re hurt.”

“Breakfast is ruined,” you sniffle, and he pulls back with a scrunched face.

“Breakfast is- babe, you literally have blisters on your hand!” He snips. “Who cares about breakfast, I’m worried about your damn hand!”

You wince slightly at his words, and he groans again, “I just want to make sure you’re okay. We can always remake breakfast. Your third degree burns are my concern right now. Since your goofy ass grabbed a damned cookie sheet square out of the oven.”

You wipe your nose with the back of your hand, “‘m not goofy,” you pout. He tucks in his lips to try and fight back the smirk that wants to spread on his face, not wanting to make you feel worse.

“How’s your hand?” He asks after a few beats of silence, pulling back to gently grab your hand and inspect the blistering burn, which you whine at clench your palm at. “I know, I know,” he soothes. Then, he presses a kiss to each of your fingers, playfully biting your pinky to make you giggle and giving you back your hand. “How about we load into the truck and get you some bandaids and a breakfast sandwich, huh? Save what bit of breakfast we can?”

“Okay, kuna.”

“Good,” he says, pulling away. “Go get on shoes. I’ll take care of ya.” When you leave to go get some shoes on, he’s quick to call after you, “I do appreciate you trying to do something nice for me. I knew you always had a soft spot for me.”

You titter and shake your head as you smile at him. “More than you could know, sukuna.”