#I’m a sick man
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krowblud · 3 months ago
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SUKI SUKI DAISUKI⁉️⁉️⁉️
HOLD ME TIGHT UNTIL MY RIBS ARE SHATTERED AND DEFORMED 🗣️🗣️🗣️
DONTCHA DONTCHA KNOW I LOVE YA?! 😍😍😍😍
DONTCHA DONTCHA KNOW I LOVE YA?! 🤭🤭🤭🩸
DONTCHA DONTCHA KNOW I LOVE YA?! 😈😈😈
TELL ME THAT YOU LOVE ME OR IM GONNA HAVE TO SLAUGHTER YOU!😍😍😍😍
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babacontainsmultitudes · 2 years ago
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“SAD” by Lemon Demon is the Nick Close song ever and this is also my way of telling you that I hc him as having seasonal affective disorder okay byyyyyye!
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legitimate-salvage · 2 months ago
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I’m at my wits fucking end
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eveledoze · 2 months ago
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Call me your nymph Praise me for martyr, praise me for sin Call me your muse A sprite or an elf you cry to, then use
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let's say this is an alternate ending... drew the sketch of this art before ep7 came out and these were my ideas about possible events. previously the end of the cross was pointed, but after ep7 I drew it as flash drive according to the canon xd would like to thank the people who helped me with this art and supported me, thank you !! close-ups below
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shepscapades · 4 months ago
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Your highness… I don’t feel so good
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katsumox · 1 year ago
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something about jason todd with a touchy!reader s/o is literally so yummie.
You’ve got him on his stomach, regrettably, he thinks, as you watch the hills and divots of his muscles roll and flex as he gets comfortable. The scarred herculean expanse of his back is exposed to you as you sit on his butt.
“Dunno why I agreed to this,” he frowns, not bothering to move his head, unmuffling his musings.
He really doesn’t; ten minutes ago you two were having a very civil discussion (read: arguing) about something or other. Next thing he knew, he was in your bed, on his stomach, half naked and under you.
“Cause you like me,” you sing, breaking him from his thoughts, as you drag manicured fingers up his back, pressing into his taut muscle, deftly massaging each sore part of him.
“You like this. ‘S okay to admit it,” you add.
He gives a noncommittal noise that gets cut off by a strangled gasp when he feels your hands pressing into the upper muscles of his back.
There’s a deep discomfort that settles in his stomach; he’s never been touched so lovingly, not without hidden motives tainting said touch. He isn’t sure if he should push you off him or beg you to keep going.
You hum as you work his muscles, letting his inconsistent breathing and occasional gasps guide you.
You continue rubbing him down, occasionally pausing to apply more shea butter to your hands before resuming your work.
You reach up to his neck, as he sighs. You press just a hair harder, feeling a knot loosen at the pressure. Jason inhales, trying to steel himself from any possible reaction.
Regardless of his efforts, a low “Fuck,” reverberates through his chest. He internally frowns at the sound of his low whine, sounding like a wounded animal. He reddens as he hears himself, internally cringing at his neediness, at your willingness, and the intimacy of it all.
“That was pretty,” you murmur, teasing lilt in your voice. He’s fighting the urge to shut down this moment of vulnerability the two of you are sharing. You know he’s really pushing himself, so you try to keep the extra teases locked away for another day, another less intense moment.
You shut yourself up, instead focusing your attention to Jason’s expansive back. You press harder in the same spot, shameless in your attempt to illicit more noises from him as you whisper, “Give me another.”
He shudders, giving a shaky exhale as he composes himself.
“You’re evil,” he grumbles, despite almost leaning up into your touch.
“So evil,” You smile, “Totally evil.”
Not once does your touch on his back falter. He hums in agreement, softly smiling into a pillow.
“Incredibly evil,” Jason sighs. “Lucky I like your evil ass.”
“Aw,” you say, “Red’s finally going soft. I got you up under me and now you don’t know how to act. ”
Jason can hear the smile in your words. Choosing to ignore it, he closes his eyes and focuses solely on your touch.
“Yeah,” He mumbles, before pausing to consider his words, “Goin’ real soft, only for you.”
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satoruzlove · 5 months ago
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the sound of water hitting the shower floor gets louder and louder as kenji walks up the stairs of his beautiful house. he’s called your name at least five times, with no response. he figured that you’re taking a shower , which you are. you literally told him that you were going to, but it was fifteen minutes ago and he misses you. so without warning he opens the door, so quietly that you don’t hear it.
the shower door is translucent- so he can’t see you. he sits on the marble sink, back facing the mirror and he fiddles with his phone. you’re about to reach for your shampoo, and as he sees your hand peek out of the glass- he speaks.
“i’m in here,” kenji announces, and he sees your hand falter. your head peaks out the glass now, and you’re scowling at him albeit playfully- but he’s grinning at you like an idiot. just as your mouth opens, kenji’s head tilts and he’s simply admiring you. even from a distance, your eyelashes are all wet and clumped together, your face wet and shiny-
“what are you doing in here?” you ask him,and it comes out softer than you intended. he tucks his phone into his pocket, messy black hair in his eyes. “ i missed you. so i just thought i’d sit here, y’know,” he paused, shrugging almost helplessly, “ wait for you.” you huff a laugh and his smile widens-
“you look pretty,” kenji praised. you look at him with confusion and his heart just thumps harder in his chest. “ it’s actually really annoying. you look pretty all the time,” he adds with a little scrunch of his face- and you throw your towel at him. he laughs, looking playfully offended as he catches it and hangs it around his shoulders like a badge of honour.
“that’s not how you say thank you,” kenji laughs, pretended to be offended. “ and good luck getting out of the shower now, by the way. ‘cause i’m not giving this back.” he smirks deviously, standing. you’re about to shut the shower door on his face as he approaches you but he grabs your face just in time. his hands become wet from your hair, as he holds your beautiful face and kisses your lips with no room for you to wiggle away.
“see ya,” he titters, and you have no choice but to let him slip away as you slink back into the cubicle of the shower- grinning like an idiot- named kenji sato. the love of your life.
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gd-dollopole · 3 months ago
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Oh, oh.
Yes.
My favourite “Merlin?” Very underrated moment, in my opinion.
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tigers1o1 · 9 months ago
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Istg if something comes out about Markiplier, Charlie, or Philza being bad people I’m rejecting humanity and becoming a fish that lives at the bottom of the ocean
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hadersversion · 3 months ago
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old man logan…save me.
old man logan is the type of man that lays on your lap after a long day, your fingers in his grey hair as you read a book. sometimes he falls asleep, other times he asks you to read the book out loud to him. he finds that just being around you is the only comfort he needs. you calm him, make him want to fight to live. i feel like he’s just clingy to you, living out that married lifestyle he always wanted (even if you two aren’t married). he loves to come home and see you cooking in the kitchen or making the bed. it’s the little things for him. HE’S A DOMESTIC MAN WHO JUST WANTS TO SETTLE DOWN!!! i can just picture him all tired and sluggish after a long day and coming into your house to find you cooking one of his favorite meals. you’re listening to music from the speaker and sway your hips, singing along to it. his heart skips a beat, as it does every time he sees you. you two have been together for years but every time he sees you it’s like the first time all over again. he comes up behind you and engulfs you in his big arms, kissing your cheek. he takes a sigh of relief when he finally has you all to himself. he could stay like this for eternity, just holding you close to him. and his domestic life becomes more prominent when laura comes around. at first, he’s nervous about the big change. about his daughter and you. but you two hit it off like she was your own. the first time you met laura, she was timid. but you gave her some space, let her get used to you. you let her take her time. then you asked her if she wanted to help bake some cookies and she reluctantly agreed. logan admired how gentle and sweet you were with her, the way you acted so maternal to a girl you just met. but she’s apart of logan, and you love every bit of him. the three of you make a loving family together.
🎀🦢💓kaila🎀🦢💓
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tomriddleslove · 6 months ago
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Mattheo and the Ranking Kisses Trend
Mattheo Riddle, who picks you up from your closing shift at the little bookstore in hogsmeade, with two cups of hot chocolate.
Mattheo Riddle, who makes you stand there whilst he bundles a scarf around your neck, not wanting you to get ill as you walk back in the snow.
Mattheo Riddle, who listens to you ramble about your day, gazing at you like an absolutely lovestruck fool.
Mattheo Riddle, who can’t say no when you flop down on his bed next to him and ask him to film the trend where you rank the kisses generated by the filter.
Mattheo Riddle, who holds his phone up as this song begins playing in the background. He grins when the first kiss, a forehead kiss, pops up and you shuffle over to press a sweet kiss to his forehead.
Mattheo Riddle, who ranks it second best because it reminds him of all the times he’s fallen asleep next to you, finally feeling safe as you press a gentle kiss to his forehead.
Mattheo Riddle, who’s a little too excited when a neck kiss comes up and you press a slightly too long kiss to the underside of his jaw. (You’re going to pick up from where you finished off the second you stop recording.)
Mattheo Riddle, who can’t help but grin with delight when french kiss is the last one. He’s got lipstick kisses on his cheek, nose, forehead and neck.
Mattheo Riddle, who all but pulls you into his lap. His phone drops onto the bed sheets, still recording. You squeal his name with a giggle as he drags you over, and his laugh echoes throughout the room as he pulls you in for the sweetest kiss.
Mattheo Riddle, who’s bruised-knuckled hands tenderly cup your head as he kisses you. It’s all love and little laughs slipping into the kiss, Mattheo holding onto you like he can’t get enough.
Mattheo Riddle, who’s found his forever person.
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lylahammar · 5 months ago
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Weight loss is a completely morally neutral personal choice that anyone can make for any reason, but if you choose to lose weight because you hate your fat body, please do the internal work to get over that internalized fatphobia before or during your weight loss efforts. I’ve seen far too many fat people become skinny and immediately turn their internalized fatphobia outwards, and it’s a bad time for everyone. If you have to keep the weight off through a strictly maintained diet and exercise, it’s pretty much inevitable that you will gain some weight back at some point in your life (likely more than you had in the first place if yo-yo dieting is in play), and you will find that all the hatred you projected at the fat community will come back to bite you in the ass with twice the power. Work on loving your fat self while you’re there, and if you choose to lose weight then work on continuing to love your old fat self. Life will feel much better for yourself and the fat people around you that way.
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emmaspolaroid · 3 months ago
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“what you say is totally boring”
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luminique · 1 month ago
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Lighter when reader is sick/has a cold/etc he has to be a hot fucking mess
OH HES ALL OVER YOU WHEN YOURE SICK !! the moment you’ve got a cold, he’s immediately telling the girls that he is out of commission. he wants to take care of you but like lowkey. he’s buying medicine, he’s getting food, he’s making sure that you’re not overexerting yourself.
but he’s also getting bothered by the fact that you’re calling out to him with a red flush on your face due to the sickness. you’d think he would be pushed away by how rough your voice sounds but no, it’s actually a little conflicting to him. something deep within him wants to be all cuddly with you but he’d tell himself that he’ll catch a cold and who will take care of you if he’s sick too?
you’re more than capable to take care of yourself but having you depend on him like this, even if its only for a short moment, has him melting completely. he’d pretend to be a little distant (because he can’t show that he’s worried) but he’s always looking out for you. coughing ? he’s getting water. sniffling ? he’s grabbing tissues. too hot ? he’s ready with a wet towel.
once he’s done taking care of you for the day, the girls are definitely there to tease him about it and all he does is push his shades up a bit more. he cares so so much but that’s not a good look for his cool and mysterious personality. either way, he promised to take care of you until you get better, so he’ll be back in the morning to check on you again as usual. it’s all too obvious when in the next few days, he’s the one sniffling and sneezing instead.
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181kmh · 8 months ago
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draculasdatter · 1 year ago
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i literally cannot think too deeply about The Bite. like. he was in the harsh sterile lights of a GAS STATION. with DEREK, arguably the worst vampire of all time. took his little cardigan off:(. realized what he was doing. said “maybe im not ready..” and then.. the Bite. like. it can’t be undone. can’t be RE-done. can’t be taken back. he deserved a dark room covered in a hundred candles and a velvet cape and maybe some red wine and violet roses. and a very serious nandor grasping his hand, kneeling by his side, gently talking him through the process until finally sinking his fangs into his familiar’s soft neck with the delicacy of a decade of pining :(
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