#I’m like 😳

[coffebits]

“I’ll always come back to you.”

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Zelda sci-fi AU~ Thank you so much for the love shown to this AU! I’m really enjoying creating stuff for it~

[onifanss]

Kogi Joon •

[doctorsiren]

gives them hands so they can hold them and also wheatley is there too

[kiivg]

.😳.

[myokk]

😳💘

[housecow]

felt myself jiggle in not only my thighs, but my calves. wtf!!!! i need more of that

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

I just realized my unmasked self is basically me acting like a 13 year old. Lol.

…I get kinda childish sometimes when I’m around some people.

…help me…

[wynnyfryd]

fic writers i see your “please don’t call me dude in bed” and raise you ‘guy who just found out he’s apparently very into that’

[theheartnexttophan]

I was finally able to upload the Denver preshow! My angle wasn’t great, cause they were on the floor for some reason (idk why, they didn’t mention it, but it made it so we couldn’t see them very well) Also so sorry I recorded this vertically, I think meeting Dan and Phil scrambled my brain! I’ll do it sideways in Grand Prairie!

[rapidhighway]

Dean shut the fuck up he is watching hi herbert (with dedication to @ladycavalier bc she was very nice to me today lsmfosmfkns)

[schman2-0]

ok ok ok HEAR ME OUT

Tickle Capture The Flag. 👀

2 teams, a mix of lers, lees, & switches.

You have to capture the other team’s feather flag and return to your team’s side to win.

If an opponent crosses on to your side, all you have to do is get both of their socks off by any ticklish means necessary and they’re sent to tickle torture in stocks jail to be endlessly tormented by any members of your team.

In order to rejoin the game, they just need a teammate to help them get their socks back on. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Whichever team loses, each individual member gets gang tickled by the other team🤭

I swear I’m on to something here👀

What other rules should there be??

[onifanss]

Congee •

[harumichan12]

Oh my god I’m SCREAMING! HE'S BACK!!!

[crybaby-bkg]

“I thought I was supposed to be the old person in this relationship,” Toji’s voice rings out in the previously quiet atmosphere, makes your head whip up in surprise. your concentration is broken from your prior engagement, hands slowing as you can’t help the smile that grows on your face at his teasing.

“Crocheting is for any and all ages,” you snark back at him, taking in how he watches the way your hands still move rhythmically—yarn over, pull through two loops, yarn over, pull through the last two, chain four, repeat. “You weren’t talking shit when I made you that sweater for your birthday.”

“Yeah I did, cause it itched like all hell.” He teases, makes you stick your tongue out at him playfully. he wore that sweater everywhere, to the point you damn near had to rip it off of him to put it in the wash. (the only times he didn’t wear it was when he knew he’d get it dirty while doing his…business ventures, which you didn’t mind. you’d rather he go a day without wearing it than googling how to wash blood out of a crocheted sweater that took you weeks to make.)

by the time you snap back to reality, Toji has already crossed the room, standing in front of where you sit cross legged in the comfy recliner he brought just for when you crocheted. it takes you aback by how quickly he moved, so silently, face suddenly warm as you look up at him from under your lashes. his eyes are dark, shadowed by his fringe, his hands in his pockets, his head cocked to the side. he looks devious.

“What are you cooking up in that pretty little head of yours?” you ask him, finally pausing your hands as you rest them in your lap. but Toji doesn’t let you, no. instead, he holds them back up in front of your face as he sinks to his knees in front of you, his smile wide and evil, pulling your legs from under you as he settles them on his shoulders.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it,” he croons to you, kissing the inner part of your knee, eyes still glued to your burning face. “Just keep doing your little old lady hobby while I busy myself.” without warning, he pulls your sleep shorts to the side, grinning when he’s met with the bare beauty that is your pussy. you shudder at the air that breezes past you, try to focus on chaining when he squeezes at your thighs with warm, veiny hands.

“But I can’t focus on counting my stitches when your face is between my legs.” you pout to him, hoping it’ll sway him to eat you out and then let you continue your project. but he doesn’t put his mouth on you until you start again, rewards you with a single wet, smacking kiss where you need it most.

“Guess you’re gonna have to learn how to multitask, sweetheart.” Toji grins before he licks a long stripe from taint to clit, your hands hiccuping in their movements. you can feel his smile more than see it, and come to the realization that he’s an evil, evil man. (you have to recount your stitches more than once, and even after you’re fucked out from euphoria and bliss, you still think you’re missing a few.)

[myokk]

my first attempt at digital art (never again🥲) for mctober💘

Eloise Babbit✨

slytherin

5th year

favorite subjects: arithmancy & ancient runes

least favorite subject: beasts (animals make her nervous🥲)

hobbies: reading & thinking (IT’S A HOBBY OKAY??)

[housecow]

ma’am you look like you put on 100lbs

🥺 i’m getting kinda close to that point.. how should i celebrate 100lbs gained?