#I should be asleep.

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

you reblog the strangest shit

bbg i am the strangest shit

[shadovan]

*slides $5 onto the dash*

Someone find me an Azalin Rex or a Vecna to make lichy chaos with. 🖤

[trickstarbrave]

I’m high and really weirdly wanna do a Danny phantom rewatch

[grace-nakimura]

wip!

And then she remembers—the transmission. The plea. Blue eyes snap to Korkie’s, “Mara?” She is why they are here, right? She is why her son had made such a hasty recording to send to her, right?   Korkie’s face sobers a little, sharing a glance with Commander Kakkar, before turning his attention back to her.   “We thought—” he hedges, wincing at the pointed glare at what Satine assumes to be his superior, but her boy continues anyway. “We thought she was where they take most force-sensitive children.”  Satine looks towards Commander Kakkar who, albeit reluctantly, supplies the rest. “Our inside lead said that there had been an... incident at the Inquisitorial Base. What we do know, is that Mara-Jade is being sent to Coruscant.” The commander takes an even deeper, steady breath and places her gloved hands in front of her to keep them steady. “We still have a mole on the inside. They’ll need to stop for fuel and when that happens, we will intersect their ship, and hopefully, safely, recover the child.”   “I thought—you said you found her?” There is something here. She knows there is something here. Something that isn’t connecting, an equation she is at a loss on how to solve, because the quiet looks shared by both the commander and her son say there is more to it. Far more to it.   Dread. She remembers that feeling well.   It is Hondo who speaks up, causing everyone to face him. He’s still nursing his jaw, but suddenly all that mirth and carefree nature of his vanished. “I’ve heard about missing children for years, you know,” he begins with a smile that doesn’t meet his eyes. More of a grimace if anything. “Ever since the Empire came about, people would have their children taken from them, never to be seen again. Rumors, mostly, and whispers. Only those whispers got louder and louder. The odd surviving Jedi would be found strung up in a town for people to look at. Bah. I knew the Jedi. I was good friends with one—I think—and maybe I am the last person to say what nobility is, but they, my friends, were noble.”  He pauses, but Satine thinks it isn’t for effect—or at least not only—and those eyes of his behind those goggles look almost misty.   “The galaxy is dimmer without them, I say. All the magic in the universe went as soon as the temple was set on fire.” He lowers the ice pack and Satine swears that, when Hondo looks at her, he almost seems apologetic. “And then you hear about the ones who hunt the Jedi—the Inquisitors—and how they are capable of the same things. Dreadful things. The worse is the dark shadow by the Emperor’s side.” A shiver, and this isn’t for show, shakes the weequay’s body. “Terrible.”  “We don’t know why she’s being taken to Coruscant, but we do know who is with her.”  “Who?”  “The Emperor’s Red Guard.”

[howldean]

good lord it is four in da morning

[onlysushicat]

bath time

[daisynik7]

Nanami is super into fucking you with his watch on. 

He’ll strip himself completely nude except for his wrist, his fingers massaging your puffy clit until you’re whining against him, already on the brink of an orgasm just from that. He checks the minute hand on his watch, taking a mental note on when you first climax. It’s a fun little challenge he sets for himself: how many times can he make you come within fifteen minutes? Half an hour? A full hour? Sometimes, he takes guesses, and most of the time, he’s right. And when he's wrong, it’s because he makes you come more than he expects you to. Tonight is one of those times. 

He's relentless with his fingers, stroking your pussy up and down, in and out, coated in your arousal. He loves playing with your swollen bud, flicking it until you’re squirming from overstimulation. The slick that gushes out of you is so pretty, all shiny and glossy for him. So inviting for a taste. But no; he’ll resist until he can make you come once more from his fingers. Get you completely soaked so it’s juicy for his mouth. He knows just how much you love coming with his soft lips puckered around your clit, his tongue lapping at your greedy cunt, gaping and desperate to be filled with his cock. By the time thirty minutes pass, you’ve come twice from his fingers, and thrice from his mouth, eating you out sloppily until your limbs feel shaky, body spent but still so needy for him. 

When he finally puts his dick inside you, he uses his watch for another purpose: to edge you so that you can fucking squirt all over him. He pounds into your tight pussy from behind, slamming his hips against your ass, marveling at the way it jiggles with each thrust. You’re moaning from the pleasure, completely fucked out. You want to come again so badly, but he won’t let you. “Not yet,” he growls, turning his wrist to inspect the time. “Be a good girl for ten more minutes, okay? Hold it for me sweetheart. I know you can do it.”

And of course you will, because he’s so encouraging, so sweet, so fucking big inside you, filling you to the brim. When the ten minutes is almost up, he reaches around you, toying with your sensitive clit. You whine, twitching from the sensation, head buried into the pillow, damp with sweat and drool. He leans over you, breath hot on your ear, whispering, “That’s it, honey. Let it all out for me. Make a fucking mess.” 

So you do, spraying him in your juices, spilling onto the sheets below you. He absolutely loves it, seeing you so filthy like this. It’s just what he needs to reach his own orgasm, the one he’s been building up since an hour ago, continuously on the brink ever since your first climax. He comes inside you, stuffing you full of his creamy load only to watch it dribble out slowly as soon as he pulls out. 

His watch is soaked in your essence, but that’s alright. In fact, it’s exactly what he wanted. 

[trickstump]

the big movie theater soda is a mindkiller. drank 2 big ol cokes and now I've given myself the ghosts

[steveyockey]

save me twitter video demonstrating the different leitmotifs of each challengers pairing twitter video demonstrating the different leitmotifs of each challengers pairing save meeeee

[stealthrockdamage]

i believe it was sun tzu who said wifi is okay if you're close to the router

[myrkkymato]

Why are you so obsessed with me?

[insufferablemod]

waiting

[pascalssbabyy]

god, i just know it’s big.

[kamiraaah]

I'm here to bring silly visuals to just think of; Vovó Bucchi carrying toddler Ruggie in her mouth like some animals carry their young AND baby Ruggie just being smol

In the daytime, I'm Vovó Bucchi. Just a normal girl with a normal life~

[braxiatel]

How fitting that Grian, the winner who killed Scar to claim his victory, gets to crown Scar as the winner now

[ispyspookymansion]

transmasc butches and transfem butches are not at odds with each other, in fact theyre – no….thats private….i shant say