#This girl :')

[artinvain]

desperate for more abby talking reader through it 🫣🫣

y’all I need to be saved! by and from abby anderson !

the feeling of abby’s strap inside you always had you whining, whimpering for more but now you’re seated on top of it, perched so pretty and fucking writhing. huffing and bucking your hips just so -

“fuck s’big abby,” you mumble and squeeze her hands intertwined with yours, “I know baby, but you’re takin it so well,” her hand comes to touch and grip your ass, smacking and squeezing when you lift and thrust yourself on her.

“oh fuck!” you yelp and drop yourself down on her cock again, going to hold her shoulders and moaning when her lips wrap around your nipple and start to kiss and suck your neck. “feels so good, so good-“ you whine, bouncing yourself and feeling her hit a deep spot inside you, it makes your guts tighten and you wrap your arms around abby’s shoulders hiding your face in her neck as you moan loudly.

“goddamn look at you sweetpea, like a fuckin angel bouncin on my cock,” she kisses your temple, “yeah, you like getting yourself all dumb on me? can’t even fucking look at me you’re so stupid,” she cooes, pulling you up by your hair and pressing her forehead against yours.

abby gratefully swallows your moans as she kisses you, sucking on your lips and and whispering into it, “that’s it baby, can y’hear that? hear your pussy getting all sloppy and wet around me? - fuckin music to my ears“

the sound is loud along with your whiny breaths and abby’s grunts and moaned words, every time you lift yourself up, thighs quivering it’s like she’s fucking you from the start all over again. your eyes go wide and you gasp feeling your chest flutter as her strap stretches you out.

abby lays on the bed and lifts her feet up, grabbing your ass and spreading you as she spears her hips up into you. grinding and humping up into you, holding you down with one arm on your hip, smacking your ass with the other as you fall into her chest.

“oh baby, that’s it just feel good for me,” she moans into your ear as you whine and push yourself down on her, her hard thrusts making you jolt and yelp with each once, moaning her name like a prayer, “fuck, fuck this pussy so easy, so easy to slide into,” abby groans pulling and guiding your hips so you’re humping her again.

“m’gonna cum abby, please need -mhh fuck,” your drunken words makes abby moan and you scratch your hands down her shoulders. “can’t even speak, fuck got me drunk on this pussy, gonna fuckin cream myself,” abby huffs, spearing into you again until you’re tightening up,

“m’yes fuck please c-cum inside me,” you moan a fever taking over you as you start to ride abby, wind you hips, you ass smacking her thighs,

“shit baby m’gonna fuckin cum when you gush all over me,” abby moans, smacking your ass, “want this cunt fucking crying for me,” she cooes and kisses your mouth, “wanna fill you up nice and deep with my cum, put my baby in you,” she whispers, moaning when you start to cum, shaking and twitching on her she allows herself a few thrusts to ride you orgasm out as hers hits, she pulls you in tight and moans softly into your ear,

“so fucking good for me, good girl,” abby sighs, rubbing her arms all over you body and kissing the side of your face. “took me so well baby, fuck you’re incredible,” she praises as you bask in the warmth and pleasure of your orgasms.

😵‍💫🏷️ @lesbian-useless @sexysapphicshopowner @iamaboringrattat @lavendersgirl @bimboprincezz

[likelytowritesomestuff]

If I had a nickel for every achillean ship where the character that masks his traumas always pokes another character in a healthy relationship he wished he could have, without knowing the character is hiding a part of their past they are not proud of, I would have two nickel... which isn't a lot, but it's weird it happened twice

[illiana-mystery]

Norman's on sabbatical, honey.

[eidolons-stuff]

Yoko: *waving a hand in front of enid* "hello? are you having a stroke?"

Enid: "I'm gonna ask Wednesday where she wants to get married"

Yoko: "DON'T YOU DARE!"

[mur-art]

Tejas challenged Alta California to a race, thinking he would win it handily. Instead, he got more than he bargained for with Alta’s secretly badass riding skills. 😘

I’ve been listening to a lot of old cowboy songs (as one does while playing unhealthy amounts of the updated version of “Oregon Trail” on their Switch) and it’s giving me historic/Wild West Texacali brainrot. (But what else is new?)

Details under the cut

Headcanon time: Cali could still probably win in any horse race if he wanted to. It’s still in there, somewhere.

Song related:

[tomato-ace]

something something Madoka as the ever benevolent God has at least two secretaries something something Homura as "The Evil Devil" (as she likes to put it) is ALL ALONE something something Madoka as a GOD has help something something HOMURA FOR FUCKS SAKE LET YOURSELF LOVE AND BE LOVED ACCEPT YOUR LOVED ONES HANDS AND LET THEM PULL YOU UP LET YOURSELF BE HELPED YOU DON'T HAVE TO SHOULDER THE BURDEN OF THE UNIVERSE ALL BY YOURSELF PLEASE GET THERAPY PLEASE DON'T DEMONIZE YOURSELF AND YOUR LOVE YOU'RE 14 YEARS OLD PLEASE MADOKA LOVES YOU YOUR FRIENDS LOVE YOU FUCK KYUBEY FUCK THE INCUBATORS STOP PUNISHING YOURSELF FOR EXISTING AS AN IMPERFECT PERSON LEARN TO ACCEPT YOURSELF AS YOU ARE AND LEARN TO GROW YOU'RE NOT A MONSTER FOR LOVING SOMEONE AND BEING SELFISH ABOUT IT OR ABOUT ANYTHING HOMURA LISTEN TO ME-

[lightlynibbled]

Ohmygod, just kiss me already!!

[ghostcreaturetypething]

Artist credits:

@sunfloowerlatte-art

@utenapilled

@raspberry-arev

@sunfloowerlatte-art

@sunfloowerlatte-art

@kiaraalazulu

@raspberry-arev

@kangaruthi

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@raspberry-arev

@kerosene-art

@sunfloowerlatte-art

It's Emotional About Nona hours again lads

[ninjagrace]

shes fucking alone and nobody understands. last time he left her alone she had people who she could talk to and sure they didnt really get it but they knew. they knew what happened. and now shes alone and nobody understands. the world moved on without her and shes so alone

[totallynotokguys]

Lego Monkie Kid Rewatch: Season 3

Episode 10, Samadhi Fire 2/2

Shielding mortals, like ya do.

Shielding friends and children, like ya do.

This is why you are both my favourite. Look how surprised Ne Zha is. How often is he the one being protected?

"I was kinda making it up as I go."

You know it's a bad plan when even smarty-boy thinks so.

"Time and time again, I've watched you put MK in danger leaving him to figure out everything on his own! Don't you realise you're hurting the people who care about you the most!"

I hope this look is Wukong coming to grips with his mistakes and not "Oh shoot, thats a big dragon."

I keep thinking of Wukong as a good mentor, but is that right?

Lets look at season 1. They were still getting to know each other so there was obviously some unfamiliarity and disconnect. Wukong was very relaxed, letting MK figure out his powers and deal with the small time demons that popped up. He'd be there to give advice or watch over just in case, like with Weather Station, but for the most part he was unhurried- which makes sense. There is no rush, no 'world at stake' threat levels yet. In Wukong's eyes, they can take it slow. After all, it took him years of study to learn the 72 transformation ability.

But then season 2 things ramp up and everything becomes a mess(Season 5 grumbling: thanks a lot Nine-Headed Demon, too impatient to fulfill your agenda, you couldn't give mentor and pupil more than a year of bonding before you started pushing over the structural integrity of this house of cards). Wukong now has a relationship with MK, he cares about the kid. Thanks to Lady Bone Demons little hints he is pushed into protective mode.

This is where Wukong makes his greatest mistake. He's always talking to MK about self confidence, and yet he fails to have enough confidence in MK to trust him and be honest. With false idea of preserving MK and shielding him from unnecessary stress, Wukong ditches the kid- his excuse of a vacation making MK's already frail self-confidence becoming crippling doubt and self worth.

The way I see it, Wukong ends up treating MK the way he treated Sanzang in his early pilgrimage. Acting without communicating, which lead to misunderstandings and pain for both. Trying to do everything himself without relying/trusting on his companions, which only ended up putting the person he was trying to protect in more danger.

In conlcusion... I think he started out on the right path to being a good mentor. But then he let his old habits and fear guide his actions and it all went down hill.

I really hope this is the moment where Wukong looks up, hears Mei's words, and realises just how much he's been unintentionally hurting the person he has been trying to protect the most.

"Mei is my best friend. I'd never abandon her when she needs me!"

That moment in the show when the writers are like, yeah no. MK and Mei or not the new Hero and Champion. Just look at Wukong and Macaque's face. The shock. The awe. The admiration for this kids loyalty.

What MK and Mei have? The trust and belief in each other. The willingness to endure danger for one another. Undying support to help one another… I don't think Macaque and Wukong were ever that devoted to each other.

Ne Zha: "There's no saving the girl." MK's magic chimes as he pushes forward anyway.

Thank you Ne Zha for giving MK the motivation he needs to prove everyone wrong.

"I know you're upset. And that's okay!"

This is the lesson I'm often trying to teach my students. Being angry is not bad. Crying is not bad. Both just mean there are big emotions you are trying to deal with. The problem comes when you do not deal with those emotions in a healthy manner. Lashing out, holding it in, these ways of dealing only hurt yourself and others without actually finding resolution.

"We will figure this out… together!"

I will remember this.

For a moment, there is peace. She is loved.

And then she gets reminded of the responsibility she has toward the people who love her.

Mei is scared and angry. Scared of whats happening to her. Scared from having her life threatened by Macaque. But also she is angry, furious at Wukong for leading them here, for constantly leaving MK to stress and worry with all of this newfound responsibility alone.

Its almost noble, her anger. It is understandable, her fear. But what good do either of these reasons, emotions, do when they hurt the people she cares about the most?

"I'm sorry."

Mei… darling Mei. That you should go through this, feel this… your experience will only aid you in helping heal MK and his own fear of self in the future.

"She controlled the fire… perhaps there was method to Son Wukong's madness after all."

Ne Zha is starts thinking he should maybe trust Wukong more. For Ne Zha, a mostly separate third party, this is a success. Nobody died. Mr. Doom and Gloom was not expecting that.

But look at Wukong's face.

Failure. Shame. Did seeing Mei and MK's bond remind him of his pilgrim brothers? Does he realise he should have been caring and trying to protect all of the noodle troup, not just MK? Does he see how setting out alone to get the map and not including others in his plans just left everyone else unguarded, unprepared, and unable to help him or themselves in the battle?

I think so. I think this is the moment Wukong starts trying to care about more people than just himself and MK as well as trusting in others help and teamwork.

And now Wukong is going to try and do everything all on his own. Ouch. So close.

He's not willing to put any of the others at risk anymore, so I guess that's better? Now if only someone could remind him why the pilgrimage to the west needed their whole brotherhood, not just a single monkey.

"I need to stop dragging into my fights… all of you."

Accountability. Good. And yet once again he's still not including the others or trusting them.

But in a way, I get it. When you're one of the most powerful beings in the universe, living for eons among frail and fleeting mortals… I don't think I'd have that much faith in others to help either. Everyone else is so breakable compared to him. And now that he's choosing to care about the others…. he's treating them like precious china dolls you keep safely locked away in a shelf.

"The only way we win is together!"

I will also remember this.

MK getting hugs! MK giving a little nuzzle.

Soak it in MK! Remember this feeling! You are loved and you are deserving of love! Don't forget it! Please, please, please don't forget this!

Hearing Mei cry just breaks my heart.

Darling child. Hugs are coming. Comfort is coming. You are loved and cherished. You are not alone.

Inner Red Son: 'Right, I'll impress her with a super cool and intimidating show of power so she knows I can totally handle the uncontrolled fire and she can trust me!'

Us: 'Wow Red Son! What an amazing heroic pose!' Red Son: 'No! NO! Not HEROIC! INTIMIDATING! I'm being intimidating!' Us: 'Intimate Date?' Red Son: 'Aarrrrrgh!'

You cannot tell me he didn't practiced his opening line and pose in the mirror. Red Son is one of meticulous preparation. And he must have had some idea of what was going to go down if he found her so quickly.

On that note… did he believe Mei would survive the activation of the Samadhi Fire? He must have, for him to be here! He knew what they were doing, sensed the fire was in her, and had total faith she would be able to survive it! Wow. Red Son. I love you.

[gildedgatsby]

guess who just caught up on all the kitr fan-canon and is now even more obsessed with lily and james

[super-metroid]

Ace Attorney shitpost requested by @lohboh

(spoilers for Trials and Tribulations)

[illiana-mystery]

Hello, you handsome, handsome man.

[eidolons-stuff]

Wednesday: "Ever noticed how peculiar Enid's behaviour is when she's around me?"

Xavier: "That's because she's flirting"

Wednesday: "She what?"

[sonizitos]

🍥🪱🌸 Catsss !?!?! ♡ ࣪☆ .

[starwarmth]

We were seated by the fire, as just now described, and Miss Havisham still had Estella’s arm drawn through her own, and still clutched Estella’s hand in hers, when Estella gradually began to detach herself. She had shown a proud impatience more than once before, and had rather endured that fierce affection than accepted or returned it.

“What!” said Miss Havisham, flashing her eyes upon her, “are you tired of me?”

“Only a little tired of myself,” replied Estella, disengaging her arm, and moving to the great chimney-piece, where she stood looking down at the fire.

“Speak the truth, you ingrate!” cried Miss Havisham, passionately striking her stick upon the floor; “you are tired of me.”

Estella looked at her with perfect composure, and again looked down at the fire. Her graceful figure and her beautiful face expressed a self-possessed indifference to the wild heat of the other, that was almost cruel.

“You stock and stone!” exclaimed Miss Havisham. “You cold, cold heart!”

“What?” said Estella, preserving her attitude of indifference as she leaned against the great chimney-piece and only moving her eyes; “do you reproach me for being cold? You?”

“Are you not?” was the fierce retort.

“You should know,” said Estella. “I am what you have made me. Take all the praise, take all the blame; take all the success, take all the failure; in short, take me.”

“O, look at her, look at her!” cried Miss Havisham, bitterly; “Look at her, so hard and thankless, on the hearth where she was reared! Where I took her into this wretched breast when it was first bleeding from its stabs, and where I have lavished years of tenderness upon her!”

“At least I was no party to the compact,” said Estella, “for if I could walk and speak, when it was made, it was as much as I could do. But what would you have? You have been very good to me, and I owe everything to you. What would you have?”

“Love,” replied the other.

“You have it.”

“I have not,” said Miss Havisham.

“Mother by adoption,” retorted Estella, never departing from the easy grace of her attitude, never raising her voice as the other did, never yielding either to anger or tenderness, “Mother by adoption, I have said that I owe everything to you. All I possess is freely yours. All that you have given me, is at your command to have again. Beyond that, I have nothing. And if you ask me to give you what you never gave me, my gratitude and duty cannot do impossibilities.”

“Did I never give her love!” cried Miss Havisham, turning wildly to me. “Did I never give her a burning love, inseparable from jealousy at all times, and from sharp pain, while she speaks thus to me! Let her call me mad, let her call me mad!”

“Why should I call you mad,” returned Estella, “I, of all people? Does any one live, who knows what set purposes you have, half as well as I do? Does any one live, who knows what a steady memory you have, half as well as I do? I who have sat on this same hearth on the little stool that is even now beside you there, learning your lessons and looking up into your face, when your face was strange and frightened me!”

“Soon forgotten!” moaned Miss Havisham. “Times soon forgotten!”

“No, not forgotten,” retorted Estella. “Not forgotten, but treasured up in my memory. When have you found me false to your teaching? When have you found me unmindful of your lessons? When have you found me giving admission here,” she touched her bosom with her hand, “to anything that you excluded? Be just to me.”

“So proud, so proud!” moaned Miss Havisham, pushing away her grey hair with both her hands.

“Who taught me to be proud?” returned Estella. “Who praised me when I learnt my lesson?”

“So hard, so hard!” moaned Miss Havisham, with her former action.

“Who taught me to be hard?” returned Estella. “Who praised me when I learnt my lesson?”

“But to be proud and hard to me!” Miss Havisham quite shrieked, as she stretched out her arms. “Estella, Estella, Estella, to be proud and hard to me!”

Estella looked at her for a moment with a kind of calm wonder, but was not otherwise disturbed; when the moment was past, she looked down at the fire again.

“I cannot think,” said Estella, raising her eyes after a silence “why you should be so unreasonable when I come to see you after a separation. I have never forgotten your wrongs and their causes. I have never been unfaithful to you or your schooling. I have never shown any weakness that I can charge myself with.”

“Would it be weakness to return my love?” exclaimed Miss Havisham. “But yes, yes, she would call it so!”

“I begin to think,” said Estella, in a musing way, after another moment of calm wonder, “that I almost understand how this comes about. If you had brought up your adopted daughter wholly in the dark confinement of these rooms, and had never let her know that there was such a thing as the daylight by which she had never once seen your face—if you had done that, and then, for a purpose had wanted her to understand the daylight and know all about it, you would have been disappointed and angry?”

Miss Havisham, with her head in her hands, sat making a low moaning, and swaying herself on her chair, but gave no answer.

“Or,” said Estella, ”—which is a nearer case—if you had taught her, from the dawn of her intelligence, with your utmost energy and might, that there was such a thing as daylight, but that it was made to be her enemy and destroyer, and she must always turn against it, for it had blighted you and would else blight her;—if you had done this, and then, for a purpose, had wanted her to take naturally to the daylight and she could not do it, you would have been disappointed and angry?”

Miss Havisham sat listening (or it seemed so, for I could not see her face), but still made no answer.

“So,” said Estella, “I must be taken as I have been made. The success is not mine, the failure is not mine, but the two together make me.”

Great Expectations, ch. 38