#Man™️

[yyuuraii]

happy pride month or something

[in-kyblogs]

Funniest thing in the world that the man playing Lestat De Lioncourt is the ‘do not perceive me’ type of introvert

[thatone-highlighter]

No because it’s like. It was written during the peak of covid lockdowns. Its about how we‘re supposed to be living in the future. Its about how the future fucking sucks. Its about idealised escapism. Its about desperately hoping we can do anything at all. Its about running away from reality. Its about losing yourself online because theres nowhere else to go. Its about us losing our humanity at every step. And then Its about trying to get it back. Its about finding love and hope again in each other. Its about grounding yourself in the people you love. Its about the ups and downs of life being integral to be human regardless of the pain

[iliothermia]

Jewish fairy who spreads joy

[the-phantom-peach]

I saw ur Tp fanart and it made me wonder

Idk man teenage Colin gettin a big hug from his big bro Adult Tp link

can i tell you about the hard reset my brain did when i first read your ask some time ago and how the exact same thing happened when i read it again to respond to it (i mean this positively i love these two so very much you don’t understand).

So here it is. I’m normal and didn’t spend an hour on this yeah

[doctorwhommm]

tfw you shoot your boss but he comes back to life so you organise an impromptu mutiny against your him which leads to you accidentally bringing about the literal biblical apocalypse which is only stopped by your immortal boss dying for good this time but psych he actually comes back to life AGAIN and then immediately runs away whilst you’re on a coffee run and you don’t hear from him until a few months later when he’s suddenly a wanted terrorist on the news with his toxic ex and some random junior doctor

[brewed-pangolin]

Soap MacTavish has a sweet tooth.

He once mistakenly ate an entire plate of freshly made brownies in one sitting while you were out purchasing a quick grocery list, thinking it was your usual recipe.

As you entered your home, your eyes immediately went to the empty metal tray that sat on your counter as you took in the sight of the crested Scotsman splayed out over your couch.

Quietly, with only the slightest aggravated smirk, you stepped towards him as his glazed eyes mindlessly followed the images of SpongeBob flashing on the expansive TV screen.

"John," you said with a hushed tone. Patrick's voice echoing behind your shoulder as Soap's eyes lazily moved to meet your questioning stare.

"How ya feelin', babe?"

He answered simply with a smile. Unable to speak as the effects of copious amounts of THC coursed through his veins and clouded his mind as you gazed upon him, lovingly rolling your eyes at his mind-numbing state.

"Yeah. That ain't nothing yet."

You sat by his side for the next 10 hours as he rode out the high he had so inadvertently thrown upon himself. Only moving when he muttered 'got'a pee, lass', which was a feat upon itself as you shouldered the inebriated Scotsman ever so carefully down the hall to the bathroom (yes, you helped him because you love him and he's too embarrassed and high to ask)

You vowed never to leave a tray of special brownies unattended if you knew he were to be home alone. The man could not be trusted, especially since he had no discipline around your expert baking.

And you'd hide the newly made gummy bears in an inconspicuous container. Margarine, perhaps. Anything to keep his greedy hands from embarking on yet another cannabis fueled adventure.

Although you'd be lying if you didn't love the dopey smile he gave you as you rode him on the couch. Limp body with a throbbing dick. Accompanied by a dilated stare that melted your heart as you pulled the most delicious moan of your name from between his permanently kissable lips.

Drabbles Masterlist

[alexalblondo]

Valtteri, who has been so open about his mental health struggles and seeing a therapist, saying he sees a real man looking in the mirror

Valtteri, who’s had an ED, being so comfortable with his body and showing it off and being happy and proud of his looks

Valtteri having healed so much

A bitch may cry

[hisnamewasphil]

This is still one of my favorite interactions between Anya and Loid

[catastrxblues]

i’m sorry but colin suddenly became an entire nervous dork again while talking to pen under the tree in ep 3 despite having reinvented himself as cool capital r rake™️ at the beginning of the season is sooooooo

[kedsandtubesocks]

Satoru Gojo appears out of thin air before you, blocking your path. The smuggest most annoying grin dances on his face. You glare at him.

“Yo.” He beams.

“Don’t you have assignments to work on?” Huffing, you walking around him.

“Come on! Didn’t you miss our meetings like this?” Gojo pouts. You flat out reply no and he sobs dramatically.

“Didn’t you hear? I got married a few weeks ago.” Gojo says bright and excited, walking in step with you.

“Oh? Congratulations. I’m sorry for the poor soul that got stuck with you.” You deadpan.

“Rude!” He exclaims horrified. You dully glare at him.

“Oh wait? Are you perhaps jealous?” Twirling on his heels, Gojo keeps his covered gaze on you now. He practically walks backwards like the show off strongest sorcerer he is and smirks unbearably smug.

“I’m not.” You steadily reply. “I’m happy for you.”

“I’ll have to let my husband know.” You add. He gasps incredibly loud.

“Husband?! You have a husband?!” Gojo screams.

You shush him, a hissing reprimand. There were others still here at the school trying to work.

“So what’s he like, huh, huh?!” He inquires eagerly.

“Someone who can kick your ass.” You tell him simply approaching the assistants offices.

Gojo barks a bright incredulous laugh. “Really now? I’d like to see that fight.”

One of the newer assistants warmly greets you as you hand her your paperwork for the week. Thanking her, you ignore how Gojo practically swarms around you pestering for more information about your husband.

The assistant blinks a bit confused turning to you with a confused smile.

“Um, have a good rest of your day Gojo-san.” Nodding brief, she bids you goodbye.

You can’t even nod back before a lanky arm snakes around your shoulder, and in a blink you’re gone. When you arrive teleported to a high rooftop, you shriek smacking at Gojo’s arm.

“You can’t keep doing that! We have work to do, Satoru!”

“I still wanna hear about that husband of yours.” He says amused sliding his black blindfold up to reveal his crystal sky blue eyes that twinkle.

“Won’t have much to say because I’m actually thinking about divorcing him soon if he doesn’t stop bothering me!” You hiss.

“Aw!” Gojo sobs. “Why can’t you just let me enjoy newlywed bliss?!”

You’re about to open your mouth about how he very much already throughly enjoyed all the newlywed bliss, when suddenly his large warm hands slide up your cheeks. Satoru draws your face to his.

He kisses you with the most delicate tenderness, like you might flutter away from his grasp at any moment. You instantly melt into him. These soft kisses really are beautiful reminders of how your soul is so irreversibly bonded to this headache.

“Get back to work Satoru,” you sigh against his lips.

“Yeah, yeah.” He huffs drawing back with a pout. He’s too handsome for his own good. So maybe wanting one last goodbye for yourself, you pull him down for a deep kiss. Greedily, he drags you close.

“Let’s go mess around in my office.” Satoru mutters dark, and you laugh a bright no.

“Fine.” He groans defeated. In a blink, you’re teleported back in the walkway. Before he pulls his blindfold down, Satoru winks at you.

“See ya at home, Gojo-san.” With the biggest pride shimmering bright in his eyes, your husband grins disappearing into the wind.

[fumifooms]

[kits-ships]

ppl always strive to be canon-accurate w/ their selfships or ocxcanon but who cares ! it's YOUR f/o whether you hit them with an OC beam or not. headcanons already exist and people will always interpret a character differently. love them however you want.

[sleepanonymous]

Hey, do you Eepy Babes remember when Sleep Token was touring and Vessel had a bit of the "shaky leg struggle" standing up from the floor and people commented on how he was getting older and they felt the same way trying to get off the ground, and then Vessel seemed to take it all personally, culminating in onstage workout sessions, onstage parkour, and literal kickboxing, not to mention showing off all of his muscles to the point of drawing a heart on his abs?

... Yeah, me too.

[im-no-jedi]

history repeats itself 😂

[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.)