#I love this sooooo much

[saga-jihen]

Brand new artwork of Franchouchou revealed for the upcoming collaboration between Zombieland Saga Revenge & Hisamitsu Springs Saga Tournament being held on January 14th & 15th, 2023. A cast appearance will also be held on the day of the tournament and original goods of the new illustration will be on sale. Hisamitsu Springs is the professional women's volleyball team in Japan’s highest professional league, V.League 1. The team is based out Tosu City, Saga Prefecture. The team is also owned by Hisamitsu Pharmaceutical, the same pharmaceutical company featured in the 4th episode of Zombieland Saga’s first season — “Warming Dead Saga”.

[never-enough-novels]

Bbg

Teehee

(i didnt work that hard on myself so mwehehe)

Ur pretty

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I LOVE YOU SO MUCH THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH FOR THIS AND YOU'RE ALSO VERY PRETTY

I'M GOING TO CHERISH THIS FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE

[theworldwalkersdiaries]

WINTER / ASTARION EXCEPTIONAL KISS MY BELOVED

[nicolerrichie]

Nicole Richie promotes MERIT's new concealer, 'The Minimalist.'

[gaypeople]

May I have this dance?

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE 2.01 | What Can the Damned Really Say to the Damned

[hinamie]

sry i have chronic only draws megumi disorder the doctor said it's terminal :/

[satoumafuyuss]

Her pride outfit was too cute not to draw even if it’s a little late 💜

[momoiro-hime]

Barbie The Movie | Do NOT repost or use without permission.  

[creekfiend]

if I am doing something somewhere in the house or yard that is not dog related (these are fake activities) Glimmer will come and try to entice me into a dog related activity to do instead, and if I ignore her, she will begin to do what I have come to think of as Dog Infomercials. she will go get a favorite toy and bring it to me and begin MELODRAMATICALLY playing with it by herself in a really exaggerated way, then she will periodically pause and look at me to see if I have noticed how much FUN she is having with WUBBA(TM) and how much fun I COULD BE having with WUBBA(TM) if only I would CALL THIS TOLL FREE NUMBER NOW 👀👀👀👀

[samipekoe]

this is the maomao of good luck reblog to meet a royal milf

[manzanamarim]

Can u tell I love my daughter Trucy. Because I do

[seiwas]

cw: pro-hero bakugo, reader has boobs, kind of explicit/nsfw? idk i describe boobs, reader is smaller and shorter than bakugo, unedited sawry

bakugo's muscle tee looks as ill-fitting as it'll ever be draped over you.

there are reasons for this, perfectly founded and logical reasons for why that is—the main one being that, it's, well, his; two, maybe even three sizes larger than what it should be to fit you properly.

but, he can't stop staring, and there are reasons for that too—the main one being that, it's his, and yet, the only way he can ever imagine it now is when it's being worn by you.

your hips sway to the song you've been humming for the past five minutes. it's the same one, the chorus on a perpetual loop. he's sure it's the only part you know; you do this often enough that it's the only part he knows now, too.

the hem of his tee hits right at the top of your thighs, concealing just enough to tease, but he’s confident that if you reach up even the slightest bit for the cupboard overhead, there'll be nothing to hide.

he feels a little bit like a creep like this, watching as he stands in the middle of your shared living room, but it's impossible too look away—you've got to be doing this on purpose, right?

heat flares inside of him when you turn your body ever so slightly, the armhole of his muscle tee large enough to give him the clearest view of skin—

he gulps.

it's smooth, sloping just right; the side view of your under boob curves into its perfect shape and he can imagine it, feel—

(is this considered perving if he's been with you for years?)

the pan in front of you sizzles as you plop in god knows what. you pour in something from the side and wait, one hand propped on the hip you pop out. then, you pick up the pan, attempting to flip what's inside (probably a pancake, now that he thinks about it).

it’s hard to focus on what you’re cooking though, especially when all he sees is plump flesh jiggling, bouncing as you further agitate the pan.

he just got the pants of this suit readjusted, and now they're fucking tight.

bakugo normally runs hot; it’s kind of part of his dna. but this warmth is different, flushing him from head to toe. it creeps up the side of his neck, painting the tips of his ears a blooming red.

you turn around then, plopping the pancake on the plate atop the counter behind you.

"oh! you're done," you greet him with a smile. so. fucking. casually.

as if your tits aren't fucking peaking against the gray fabric of his tee.

as if you think he buys the fake innocence poorly concealing that sly, conniving look in your pretty eyes.

as if you aren't standing in front of him in his muscle tee, wearing nothing underneath it like you didn’t do this on purpose. like you don’t know what it fucking does to him.

his eyes squint suspiciously, deep vermillion staring straight into yours.

you tilt your head, the tips of your lashes kissing the top of your cheekbones as you blink. you reach for a bottle of honey.

“everything okay?” you ask, voice syrupy, sickeningly sweet.

your movements play in front of him languidly, the corner of your lips curling up slightly as you smirk. honey catches on your finger as you pop open the bottle cap.

he’s supposed to be out the door in five minutes if he wants to make it in time for a meeting at the agency. technically, he should already be there if he wants to keep up his track record of consistently being fifteen minutes too early.

but you start to approach him, rounding the kitchen island. there’s a narrow space between him and the slab of marble, but you slide into it like it was made for you.

he’s certain it was, from the way the tip of your nose brushes against his as you tiptoe. your tits are right fucking there, brushing against the skintight material of his suit.

there’s too much fucking fabric if you ask him, between cotton and spandex.

your grin widens, and he feels hot, the heat from his cheeks radiating.

then you whisper, still saccharine, “breakfast is ready,” before kissing him on the lips lightly. a short peck, soft in the way that promises more before you slip away, giggling in your retreat.

he huffs, watching you leave. his feet shift as he thinks.

five minutes, huh?

like hell he’s going to eat these damn pancakes for breakfast today.

[hayden-christensen]

I often think about the first time that I met you. […] It was immediately apparent to me that I was meeting someone truly special and not just as an actor but as a person and that I was meeting a friend. A friend who would later go on to chop off both my legs and leave me for dead on the side of a volcano but I guess I kinda had that coming. — Hayden Christensen

EWAN MCGREGOR and HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN Ewan's Hollywood Walk of Fame ceremony | September 12, 2024

[wistfulwatcher]

[risibledeer]

I think I draw too much of him... I should really stop lol

[suntails]

toot toot!