#Somebody To Tell Me

[malinaa]

if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing

[jel-jel-jel]

for the marinacht truthers out there. can anybody hear me

[chuchujellybean]

Credit to @\linkeduniverse

[saetoshi]

i know who my first call will be to — sae misses home more than he thought he would

Itoshi Sae’s heart stays behind in Spain whenever he leaves for overseas matches.

An absurd notion, most certainly. Ridiculous, in every sense that exists to the word. So unbelievable, in fact, that he still has a hard time believing it himself.

Nevertheless, it remains the only explanation behind the ache in his chest whenever he goes to sleep in an empty hotel bed. It’s why his meal times are dull and monotonous; why he finds himself pushing past his bedtime to remain glued to his phone, listening to you recounting your day.

Sae isn’t sure if you know it — how he desperately yearns to remain by your side. And if you do, you’re good at hiding it (he likes to think it’s for his sake).

His grip on his phone tightens just enough, a soft hum rumbling in his throat as he absentmindedly agrees with something you said.

When you lean closer to the screen, Sae nuzzles into his pillow, holding it tight as he pretends it’s you instead. You cup your chin with your hand, looking away as you trail off mid-sentence.

“I miss you,” he says, quiet and soft and so, so unlike himself, filling the faintest gap of silence.

Your eyes flit back, meeting his own through the screen. Sae has to strain to catch the soft exhale that leaves your lips. Then, you smile — gentle and (somehow) pitying at the same time.

“You’ll be home soon enough,” you say, your tone full of warmth.

“I want to be home now,” he replies, almost petulant as the pillowcase slightly muffles his words. His gaze softens when you do. “I miss you.”

“I miss you, too,” you whisper, lightly poking the camera in a manner that has him instinctively scrunching up his nose. You tilt your head to the side, studying half of his face as best you can through a phone.

“My flight back is on Saturday,” Sae says, studying your face in return.

“I know. Want me to pick you up?”

“I land around midnight,” he mumbles. “I don’t want to keep you up—”

“Sae.”

The tips of his ears burn, embarrassment painting his cheeks red when your eyes meet. After a beat, he huffs in complaint, his brows furrowing. Still, your gaze softens; and he melts almost instantly.

He sniffles, lightly shifting onto his side. “I want you to pick me up from the airport,” he clarifies, trying to will a little firmness into his voice.

“Hm,” there’s a fuzzy feeling in his chest, fluttering and clinging to every corner at your soft hum. It further roots itself into him when you grin. “I’ll think about it.”

“What’ll it take for you to say yes?” he asks, trying to bite back a smile. He nuzzles into his pillow when you lean back, pretending to be deep in thought.

God, he misses you so bad. He misses being near you with every bone in his body.

“A kiss, maybe. If you want.”

Sae rolls his eyes, fondness buzzing in his chest. “I thought you were going to be more ambitious than that.”

You shrug, nonchalant, “I’ll max out your card when you get home.”

“Mm.” Sae rolls onto his other side, switching his phone to his free hand. “That sounds more like you,” he mumbles, soft.

The corners of his eyes crinkle when you guffaw, quickly defending yourself against his claim. His expression softens impossibly so — he’s sure the press would have a field day if they saw him like this. (Part of him thinks he wouldn’t care if they did; you’re the reason behind it, anyway).

“I wanna go home.”

“You’re staying in France for, like, two more days. You’ll be fine, Sae.”

He rolls his eyes, picking at the edges of his phone case. “Have you washed the bedsheets yet?”

“Yesterday,” you reply, absentminded. “Why?”

“Just wondering,” Sae murmurs, hushed. “Did you use the detergent I like?”

“Yeah?”

He makes a soft noise, “I hope you know I’m collapsing on our bed when I get home.”

“I don’t—”

“And I’m bringing you down with me.”

A soft, amused huff leaves his lips at your expression. His eyes narrow just a little, the action fond and affectionate in nature. When you sputter, Sae scrunches up his nose. He wishes he could kiss the frown off your lips.

“Whatever,” you grumble, softly clicking your tongue. “You’re lucky I miss you.”

“I miss you more,” Sae whispers, soft and gentle and so, so unlike himself. He supposes his demeanor is your fault — his heart turned to mush the moment he gave it to you. The thought is stupid and utterly asinine, truly.

Still, Sae doesn’t mind. He believes it more and more, letting it take root in his soul every time you brighten up at his tender, ‘I love you’s.

[qualityrain]

call out my name when you need me again

if you know who I am, why won’t you call my name?

[l3viat8an]

Rorororo I’ve been thinking about Beel teaching MC/you/reader/whatever how to give a blowjob he’s probably not the best teacher cause he’s SO BIG but he would be sososo sweet  -🍿

Nsfw!

Definitely could pick a better teacher heloshsj but you’re right Beel would try to be so sweet!!

Beel’s just a little too excited and a little too big for you, without some practice- regardless of how experienced you are-

His hand rests on the back of your head as you bob up and down, letting you get used to his cock in your mouth. He really likes when you suck on the tip and when you take him deeper into your mouth….pressing your tongue against the veins along the underside-

“That’s it, cupcake…..doin’ so good.” he tries adding soft praise!!! Because he loves watching you react, trying to push yourself to take him better!!- The room is filled with Beel’s soft moans and the sounds of you gagging when you get a little too ambitious and he hits the back of your throat.

You try a few different things, tongue swirling awkwardly around his tip and back down as far as you can.

Beel’s fingers still tangled in your hair, and he pushes you down just a bit more to try and get you to take him a little further, listening to you gag with a small smirk on his face…he’s not trying to be mean!!! You’re just too fuckin’ sexy like this~

Beel never knew watching someone struggle to take his cock down their throat for the first time would be such a turn on for him! Watching your drool run down his cock coving what you can’t fit in your mouth yet….mix that with the way you struggle to swallow around him makes him throb and buck his hips up, making you whine around his cock, as tears fill your eyes- “F-fuck, feels s’good.”

your jaw is so sore and even with Beelz praise you still feel like you haven’t really done enough yet!!

Beel loosens his grip letting you pull back to breathe for a second, before you’re leaning forward again licking up the beads of pre-cum leaking out of his tip before trying to take him all the way down your throat again. As soon as he hits the back of your throat, you’re gagging but force yourself to relax and feel him push a little deeper down your throat, and Beel moans so deep in his throat it’s almost a growl.

Tightening his fingers in your hair, groaning out, “Do that again.” so you repeat the action-

Pulling almost all the way off and taking him back down your throat, trying not to jerk away when you feel him twitch in your mouth, ropes of cum sliding down your throat….

Letting go of your hair and patting your head almost sheepishly, as he lets you pull away Beel asks “Wanna practice again tomorrow?”

[deadbaguette]

Was scrolling through Jen Zee’s twt and (perhaps belatedly) found out the bandage on Patroclus’ arm being a confirmed reference to the pottery art of Achilles and him…

Yeah I’m fine and normal about that.. so so SO fine and normal

[fluttershyes]

this goes hard repost if you hate your parents

[eloquent-edits]

🗡️ “That time of the month again?”

because we all know that periods suck and characters are not immune to the horrors 🗡️ prompt list of comforting actions

Character A is bedridden from the cramps and Character B becomes their living heating pad (cuddles with arms wrapped around the waist >>>>)

B buys A their favorite chocolates a couple days before their period starts and keeps beverages with electrolytes on hand

A takes a day off to rest, bingewatch some episodes of a good show, and care for themselves (maybe do some yoga, and by yoga I mean curl up in the fetal position for a couple hours)

B thinks that making a nice bath for A will help and prepares everything for when A gets home (A laughs and explains why that’s not a great idea)

Searching for Shark Week’s episodes online to deal with shark week in person, but getting distracted by cute animal shows

B can’t be there for A in person so they send A $30 to cover extra snacks and/or medicine

Instead of getting emotional over posts online, A digs out an old book series and gets emotional over that (they are reliving their childhood, they swear it’s cathartic THEY SWEAR)

A can’t sleep with the back pain so B gives them a light back massage with several check-ins to make sure the noises are in relief and not pain

B keeps the lights dim and and TV volume low as A battles a headache

All meals are made with ahead of time and cravings humored (“You can’t just eat straight salt.” “I know that, which is why I’m putting all of it on this.”)

A asks for B to get more pads/tampons at the store, B calls and sends many pictures as they try to figure out what will work best for A

B quietly scrubs out any bloodstains from A’s clothes as they do laundry (and they’re really efficient at it, why are they so good at getting blood out of clothing—)

A snuggling up with their pet who knows the exact spot to be in for maximum comfy (B thinks it’s adorable and takes a picture to show A later)

“I’m sorry if I’m not really conversational right now…” “Dude you’re on your period and barely slept last night, you’re good. We don’t have to talk, we can just chill.”

B brings home a machine for homemade ice-cream and all the ingredients needed for A’s favorite flavor (they spend the evening making it and declare a “dessert before dinner” day for when periods strike)

[civetside]

hello guys it's me miss consistent art style!!! wrestling AU????? sorry i am smashing my 2 current interests together as ya do, gideons trying to be a cool pro wrestler and harrow is her manager

[apricoctopus]

I saw some posts speculating why Raphael looks the way he does. Not only he does not look like Haarlep (don't tell him that), but also cambions are not supposed to age past their twenties according to DnD 4e lore. Not sure about 5e tho, but that' irrelevant.

Some people supposed that Raphael's look is an illusion he puts on to make himself seem more mature and imposing. While I like this theory, let's be real: Raphael is exactly that type of person who claim they look so unbelievably young they have to show their ID to buy alcohol.

Like this man will have a meltdown if you call him daddy.

And then the truth was revealed to me in a vision.

[jojostory]

Have YOU ever wanted a Bowser nativity poster for the holidays? If so, you can pick up a print at my Etsy!

why did I draw this

[lazylittledragon]

ok i swear i'm not going to talk about my breakup forever but the thing that just keeps bothering me:

i know that not getting what you need in a relationship is a COMPLETELY valid reason to end it but also. i feel like having a very vulnerable moment where i opened up about my struggles with intimacy and being relieved that i didn't have to keep doing things i wasn't comfortable with, then being dumped a YEAR later because of my lack of intimacy. is something i should be allowed to be very hurt by???

[buckingham-ashtray]

Not Them still haunting me even on my hike.

More than one hundred miles away from home and I am still unable to escape Them. Not even physically.

I can't anymore. THEY WON’T LEAVE ME ALONE.

(watch me lose my absolute shit in the tags💀

[prudentseer]

Somebody please remind Joel he has a wife that he's comfortable being shipped with so he can STOP SHIPPING HIMSELF WITH MEN

[pigeonstab]

cracking down on my bullshit