#and I am once again

[coolfireguy73]

It is now, 0:35 on the 1st of October in France right now.

As such I can now proclaim this one statement until midnight tonight:

It my birthday :)

[tending-the-hearth]

unpopular opinion but fili should have gotten the "i will not stand by and let others fight our battles" mini-speech that kili gives in bofa

[nanami-is-nanamean]

nanami snores like a fucking freight train. he is a "honk shoo honk shoo" kind of guy. bro can be heard three countries away the second he falls asleep.

gojo doesnt snore. he is a "snork mimimimi" babygirl. possibly just "mmrp"s like a cat, with quiet and random murmurings.

they cannot fall asleep without the other.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Expertise can't help you here.

[trashmouthsworld]

Has this been done yet

[visit-ba-sing-se]

me when i have to put proper citations: ugh this is so annoying who even cares what i do in the footnotes

me when i can't find a source because it hasn't been quoted correctly: i am going to track down the authors and they will answer to me. i will find out who caused this suffering. there will be blood.

[pien-art]

Dyke <33 (Fag version) Filet crochet, 27 x 44 cm prints available here !

[raccooninapartyhat]

"you shouldn't be antisemetic because you're legitimising Israel when you do" no you shouldn't be antisemetic because it hurts Jews who deserve to not be hurt, like any other human being. you should care about not being antisemetic because it hurts people, and that should be enough for you. why isn't it enough for you?

[shotmrmiller]

getting shot down by ghost without even asking him out or anything because he'd heard from one scottish bird that your type of guy was exactly like him and thinking back on it now, all the qualities you'd listed for your dream man do sound like as if you were describing him. yikes.

you don't take his rejection to heart, even though it does lightly sting but before you get a chance to explain that said scottish bird is an idiot and very mistaken in his assumption, ghost is telling you that it'd never work, you'd only get hurt and that you do take to heart because what does that mean, exactly? does he think you some dewy eyed farm girl looking for love? that you can't have casual sex with someone without eventually wanting for more?

"tha' ain't wha' i said. you'd get hurt, i mean look at ya." what about you? it's not like you'd let any of what happens behind closed doors affect your performance or anything, you and kyle always keep things professional while in the field.

also, is he aware that he doesn't have to have a reason to not want to sleep with you, or anyone else for that matter?

"you're small," he states, as if fact.

small? small where? your irritation dissipates, shoulders bleeding tension as genuine worry begins to set in. his vision might actually be going bad. could it be the black paint he wears under his mask? is it even safe to use on the face let alone near the eyes? did he read the instructions?

but then you realize he's looking at your legs, or specifically, what's between them and things click, and now you're wondering how someone so bloody brilliant could be this fucking stupid.

"while i appreciate your concern, lieutenant," you pointedly snap, "that's not even- i'd be just fine." he's a big guy, for sure. massive, if being honest. his neck alone is easily bigger than both your hands and you've caught him once or twice having to duck his head to enter the debriefing room but him being so endowed that it poses a threat to you is idiotic at best.

he hums, long and low in his throat, as he peers down at you through heavy lidded eyes, and raises his right shoulder in a shrug. "as you like," and that's the one and only warning you got.

simon had given you as much foreplay as needed, had lapped at your pussy until you forgot what day of the week it was, curled and scissored his fingers until his bedsheets were sodden and it still hadn't been enough. he'd only fit about a fourth of it in before he took pity on you and fucked your thighs instead until he got close, pushing his ruddy tip back into your aching cunt because "spillin' outside is a waste," and sent you on your merry way.

you're no quitter though and after some shopping online, your saving grace (dilators) will be here in a week.

(now to find soap and rip the rest of his hair right out his scalp for wagging his tongue.)

[wellship]

What the hell is their problem

[egophiliac]

buckle up lads we're going BACK INTO THE BOOK

[absentlyabbie]

taking my life into my hands to resurrect this godawful hellpoll and let it run for a week this time

[hinamie]

spiraling

[epickiya722]

YUJI FANS, HOW ARE WE FEELING?!

[leahaart]

Practicing PDA

[kosalus]

did the bicep meme with shadowlach