#and i mean CRUMBS

[sexymoonmansslut]

s.o.b.

the black brothers pt. 2

[randomalistic]

DISNEY FANS ARE GETTING SOME GREAT DELICIOUS MICROSCOPIC CRUMBS TODAY!!!

[catcrumb]

[vaggieslefteye]

VEROSIKA MAYDAY, Succubus Pop Star | 2x09 - Apology Tour

"Blitz, there is a crowd full of people here who cared so much they throw an entire fucking party about hating you every year! Do you know how much you have to care to do something as stupid as that?"

[sanjiaftersex]

cant stop thinking about when the strawhats were having sandwiches for breakfast and Law was like I HATE BREAD so sanji served rice cakes especially for him

[bobeaubow]

POPROCKSWAPAU!!

Poppy’s and Branch’s designs plus the keytar again !!!

poppy preformance outfit and keytar

[ofmd-ann]

[nicecrumbart]

i shall request a gem, lizzie or owen! ♡

Last life Lizzie! She's so silly and a little murderous but that's okay

[megamindsecretlair]

If yall would've seen this nasty ass Terry fic in my head, yall wouldve chase me off the innanet 😩

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The girls are plottinggggg

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[iooiu]

teens being teens

[cometblaster2070]

yk after rewatching the RWBY x Justice League thing i'm honestly kind of impressed with the commitment to put whiterose crumbs literally ANYWHERE but the main show.

like kudos to y'all for sticking to this.

anyways we are deprived and it's really cute all the same so i think we'll just take it yk.

[kurishiri]

oh Jude… 😭

bro is just a little… out of the loop 😅

he may be mean but he’s just as silly

from Liam’s route! And no joke, I will soak in any silly Jude and Ellis crumbs like a sponge-

[viperwhispered]

Too Little

Part three of Jamil (not) dealing with feels here we go. Jamil x reader, Jamil’s pov Previous parts: part one, part two

This was stupid.

Here he was, rolling around in bed, unable to sleep because thoughts of you filled his mind.

It had been futile of Jamil to think that he could simply brush your presence aside, that he could treat you like just another schoolmate and not let you consume his mind. 

Not when every quiet moment had him reach for his phone in hopes of a new message from you.

Not when you kept on finding new ways to make his heart skip a beat every time he saw you.

Not when he missed you more acutely every time you weren’t there.

So, despite his best efforts, his mind treaded those same paths, time and again, occupied by all the parts of you. Your expressions, your mannerisms, your words, every single detail committed to his memory and played over and over.

He suspected that at this point he’d be able to recreate most of your expressions just from memory. Your voice, too, playing so clearly in his mind.

Not to even mention those oh so tantalizing what ifs, supplying him with even sweeter temptations than the confines of reality and memory could provide.

What it would feel like to touch you, to hold you, to kiss you, to-

No. No no no. He would not go there.

Jamil could feel the heat burning in his cheeks and he rolled over, groaning into his pillow.

This was ridiculous. Absolutely preposterous.

Yet, there was no getting out of it.

He wanted you.

He wanted more of you, so much more than what he had.

Because each taste of you left him craving more, each glimpse made him want to uncover everything there was to you.

Even the parts you might consider ugly, as sappy as that was.

What kind of people did you like, anyway?

Charming? Intelligent? Funny?

Rich and influential? 

Did you even like guys? Or relationships in general?

Just the thought - relationship - made Jamil's cheeks burn even brighter, made his legs twitch under the covers.

Yet, somehow, it did not sound so bad.

To have you.

To be yours.

To know and be known.

He huffed and turned over onto his back.

As if his duties left room for something for himself, left enough of him to share with someone like that.

And would you like what you saw in him, anyway?

Yet, his excuses were beginning to sound more and more hollow.

After all, he was nothing if not resourceful, and so far you’d shown no signs of shying away, even as you dug your way deeper.

Jamil stared at the canopy over his bed with unseeing eyes.

He’d have to do something about this.

Because if he didn’t, he might just lose his mind.

But was the alternative any better? Could he even handle it? The full force of you, if - and it was a big if - you were to accept him.

Even now, when you looked at him in that particular way of yours… He never could hold your eyes for long when that happened. The softness and the warmth he saw were far too overwhelming, always forcing him to turn away lest he made a complete fool of himself.

If he were to have that, with the full force of affection intention behind it… How could he even bear it?

Like the other day… You’d found Jamil in the middle of his chores and dragged him away, his to-do list crumbling when you grabbed his hand and led him outside.

He was all too aware of how his protests had been half-hearted at best. How your sudden appearance, your touch had shut down every sensible part of him, leaving him unpleasantly raw.

And by the time he’d gathered himself, nearly convinced himself he had other things he should be doing instead, you were sharing ice creams outside Sam’s, to celebrate the first warm day of the year.

As if it wasn’t warm in Scarabia year round.

As if he hadn’t been too preoccupied by your happiness and enthusiasm to bring himself to heel.

Sometimes, it was all he could do not to be swept away by you, barely keeping his head above the surface.

So, what choice did he have but to act?

You’d made a home in his heart already, whether he asked for it or not.

All he could do was take control of what he could.

Eta: you can find part 4 here and part 5 / the final part here. Oh dear I'm starting to get tempted to write this from the reader's pov as well. Or maybe I'll just have to ramble about the thought process behind this at some point to get that out of my system. I also considered going to a more horny direction with this but decided to go with this kind of yearning in the end. But, if the horny version is of interest for y'all, maybe I can do that as an alternative / supplementary thing to this series, or some sort of a standalone at some point. Hope y'all enjoyed! One or two more parts are still to come. Tag list: @colliope @crystallizsch @diodellet @jamilsimpno69 @jamilvapologist @mazapanmiau @perilous-pasta @twstgo If you'd like to be tagged for any future works, do let me know! Also feel free to specify if you only want tags for particular kinds of works (like sfw/nsfw for example).

[hrhprincegalitzine]

Some more crumbs of Nicholas Galitzine in the official trailer for Mary & George

[monst]

Begging begging for Tim crumbs plz

Tim crumbs for you:

Tim Drake x Gn. Reader

Summary: You are not a Gotham native but you're in a room full of them. Do you know even a quarter of them? No but who even cares? Fuck that, if you're stuck here for the time being you're going to eat, drink, and be merry. Actually... your feet are low-key starting to hurt, Tipsy Reader. Meet-cute.

Wc: 600

 You could be schmoozing building connections with all the wealthy folks at this party. Working on advisable things like social climbing, getting lucrative business opportunities, and finding an advantageous marriage candidate. But that was assuming you even cared about all that.

   You were good where you were in life, content with your day-to-day. And, you had no desire to join Gotham’s elite and change that. You valued your peace and there was too much trouble there. You wouldn’t be caught dead at one of these, brushing elbows with the one percent heck you couldn’t even afford to be here but.. You had a friend. She was somewhat preppy but in an endearing way, where she’d get excitable and then shy. Honestly, you hedged on calling her naive mostly due to how you met two years ago when she was about to get royally scammed.

      But after a couple more incidental meetings, you ended up clicking and the rest was history. That was why when she clung to your arm two weeks ago begging you to not let her come to this alone… Well? You caved so here you were drinking very expensive free champagne. 

   You were a couple of glasses in and ravenous. You'd caught sight of the hors d’ourves earlier and they looked… alright, you’d been ‘forced’  to one too many dinner parties and you recognized this caterer. Quick-q wasn’t known for being particularly good they were ridiculously priced, pitifully mid and they weren’t even quick! Ugh, you hoped there was at least dessert. 

    At the world's sudden spin, you realized that you may have crossed over to tipsy territory but that was irrelevant! You needed to put your foot down! This was the last one you were coming to, free food, ‘your lonely friend’, and alcohol be damned!

….Your friend waved at you from across the hall and when your eyes met she grinned at you her eyes sparkling. You looked down at her hands and saw that she was raising two plates of baklava. You swear she was bribing you…. Okay, so maybe you’d come to another one if she asked... Thus you began your trek across the hall. 

"So much for eating the rich" You chuckled.

   Your toe caught onto the upcurved rug and you felt your world tilt forward. Your arms shot out in front of you, your eyes screwing shut as you braced for impact. But before you hobbled over any further your hands caught onto something that halted your fall. Something warm? Hard? Biceps... You were clinging to someone's very nice biceps. You allowed your fingers a squeeze before looking up through your lashes at the poor guy you’d just groped. Pretty. You could feel the warmth blooming on your cheeks at the sight of his pretty blues gazing down at you. You think you may have heard your friend calling for you. 

    “S-sorry.” You stuttered and he helped you stand from your lean. Once upright you noticed that he had also latched on to you. Long pale fingers curling over your heated forearms helping you keep steady, his palms felt rough against your skin. Kinda odd for a pretty rich boy. His eyes finally left yours to scan the rest of your face. Luckily the booze kept you from feeling self-conscious about it. You notice your friend behind him, why’d she look so shocked? Your attention was stolen by the hot guy in front of you when his rosy lips parted. And you had to try to really focus on his words and not how soft his dark hair looked.

   “Do I know you?” He asked not unkindly. Huh? He was kinda weird, who just knows everyone at these dumb parties? But who cares, he was cute so you did what most people on Liquid Courage do. You let a slow flirty grin glide onto your lips, eyes curving into crescents when you noticed the slight pinkening of his cheeks. 

   “No, but would you like to?~” He blushed a pretty red.