#anon you are amazing

[allimili]

Saw the anon giving shadow milk a hug thing and just realized how y/n could easily fall asleep in his hands...gently cupping y/n

If ya wanna add a scenario onto this, I got one for ya:

Y/n, while resting in his hands, either gets a little uncomfortable or has a nightmare...shadow milk notices and adjusts his hold to either make y/n more comfy or gently reassure y/n that they are still here...still holding them...and they are safe and sound. Just so cute!

I'm not doing well with these reqs.

[made-my-peace-with-all-the-bad]

"And I don’t think you understand what the knowledge that Ponyboy holds Johnny’s letter in the finale has done to me"

Trust, the first time I saw him do it I damn near started sobbing when I realized what was happening. Another fun detail he often tucks it into his notebook before the end of the song almost like he needs to keep it safe and close

i could probably yap for daysssss about the choices brody makes as pony hahahahaha

Oh… ouch… him tucking the letter into the notebook just sounds so heartbreaking (and if you’d like to continue yapping about the choices Brody makes as pony I’m so sat because I already love this analysis and this is just for one single scene)

[alolanrain]

You want more, you get more!

Teenage Mutant Ninja Squirtle's: A show starring four talking Squirtle's that get taught ninjitsu by an aged Raticate. Based on Teenage Mutant Ninjas Turtles.

Arcky Doo: A show starring a cowardly talking Arcanine who solves mysteries with a group of amateur's sleuths. Based on Scooby Doo.

Super Marill Bros: A game starring twin talking Marill's that rescue Princess Cherubi from the evil King Blastoise. Based on Super Mario Bros.

Ferrothor: A show starring a Ferrothorn who gains the power of Thundurus. Based on Marvel's Thor.

There’s are absolutely amazing

[pealeii]

FLAILS BUT I HAVE SOMETHING THAT MUST BE CONSIDERRED!!!

YES SPILL

[rendevok]

step into the light

what do you see?

my sun,

my stars

shining on me

[pouletpourri]

can we see more jesteribbon interactions? (love your art btw 💖💖)

gangle asks pomni a important question

[artemispt]

https://www.instagram.com/p/DD8jtk7u06b/

I haven’t seen this going around, but it’s more content from the Mexico dinner to add to that pic that was posted. If you swipe to the second slide, there’s a short clip of Lando and Carlos giving a speech! They look so sweet.

What a Christmas gift 🥹 Look at them 🥰

[chrissv4mp]

Can I request a billie smut relating to her song oxytocin since I haven't seen anything of it yet, maybe just including the lyrics too like maybe she says to reader "I can see it clear as day, you don't really need a break. Wanna see what you can take." And "I wanna do bad things to you, wanna make you yelp." Kinda pervy!billie in a way ???

౨ i wanna do bad things to you, don't wanna treat you well ৎ

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★ a loud cry falls from your kiss-swollen lips as you clench around her fingers. they never stop, though, instead picking up the pace as her thumb comes up to rub at your clit. a chorus of choked moans and whimpers fill the room and your girlfriends ears, and she smiles as she watches you squirm underneath her, "can't take n'more, bils—fuck—mhh, please, i can't.."

her lips press to your jawline softly, a contrast to how hard she was fucking you with her fingers. she coos gently into your ear, whispering praises. but as your hands begin to push her away, she pins them above your head with her free hand, "yes, you can. you don't really need a break, mamas.. i know you can give me a few more, yeah?"

a few more. she said that 5 orgasms ago, and you bet she wouldn't stop for another 5 more. your mascara was ruined, tears running down your cheeks and staining them. billie was relentless, and she hadn't stopped since you both set foot in the privacy of your bedroom. you weren't complaining, though, every time she was like this, you would always see stars.

the only downside to this was that you could never find yourself denying her. those pouty lips and big, innocent eyes she gave you. you know that look in her eyes is fake, but you still give in every time, and this is the outcome almost always. she was just so fucking gorgeous, you didn't know how anybody could say no to her, "wanna see what you can take,"

"wanna break you, ruin you for anyone else. 'ts 'cause you're mine." she mutters, and her tone almost makes it seem like she's angry. but she's far from that, she's fucking ecstatic that she was able to get you like this. your legs trembled, waterline filling up with more tears, wrists struggling against her own, and your pussy clenching tightly around her fingers.

a quiet sob went right to her ear, and that just encouraged her torture on your swollen, sensitive pussy. billie licked a long stripe from your neck down to your clit, pressing a soft kiss onto the puffy bud before wrapping her lips around it. she'd done the same action countless times before during this one session, but it feels like the first time you're getting butterflies from it, "i wanna do bad things to you. fuck, m'gonna make it so you struggle walking tomorrow, ma."

your breath hitches once again, and billie smiles against your clit as she feels your walls flutter around her two fingers. she thrusts them in and out over and over again, and you finally let go as she curls them deep inside of you, "fuckk!—oh my god, oh my—bils, i—" her fingers slide out of you, only for her tongue to dip inside of your entrance. she moans at the taste of you, eyes rolling back as she hooks her arms under your thighs to pull you closer. her voice is muffled, and you can just barely hear her over your gasps and the loud squelching sound of your pussy, "my girl. mhh, you taste s'good."

authors note: hmu pervy!billie !!!!

wc: 533🗣🗣

@livialifesblog @mseilishmwah @mxqdii @sophloveswomen @devynscomet

[bananafire11]

if its no trouble could you draw a balding jax? :o i would love to see him balding from the top of his pretty purple head!!! just specifically on top of it thank you

I... hope i delivered

[thunderc1an]

November 7th- Firestar + Hollykit

Happy Birthday @arqueervist !!!

[hornyharpy]

I love your art! 💞, can you please do more Jax x Ragatha?? 💘

Damn bro chill-

+ someone asked for Gangle. She's hard to draw...

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Halloween Shana! Would really be interested to see Sirius and Mollys conversation at the black house during Phoenixes dont take orders in Siat 😍 Otherwise gimme your fave rare pair <3

When Dean filches his brother's address from the registrar's office, he thinks it has to be a mistake. Sam couldn't afford to live here if he sold both kidneys. He couldn't afford to live here if he had a fucking kidney selling side hustle.

Breaking into this place is out of the question, so instead of sneaking in during the middle of the night, he shows up bright and early and gives the doorman his most charming grin. "I'm here for Sam Winchester."

"Is he expecting you?" he asks, bored.

Dean's smile doesn't dim. "Not exactly. I'm his brother."

That gets some life in the doorman's eyes and he checks his computer. "Dean Winchester?"

What the fuck. Apparently Sam does live here. "Got it in one."

"Right this way, sir," he says gesturing to an elevator with no buttons that opens for him. "It will take you directly to the penthouse."

The penthouse? The penthouse?

He'd going to get Sam to help him find Dad, but first things first he's going to shake Sam until some answers fall out, because what the hell.

He takes the elevator up and walks cautiously into some sort of entry room. He has to resist the urge to walk though gun first, the place all smooth lines and chrome and dark colors. It's freaking him out.

The kitchen is even more chrome and black cabinets and black tiled floors, but there's also his little brother, standing there shirtless in black silk pants and fiddling with what he thinks is an espresso machine. "Sam?"

He turns quickly, eyes widening in surprise. "Dean? What are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here?" he scoffs. "What are you doing here?"

Sam stares. "I... live here?"

"Here?" he repeats. "Here?"

His little brother is rolling his eyes, as if he's the one being ridiculous and not perfectly reasonable.

There's the sound of someone walking and an admittedly drop dead gorgeous red head turns the corner, a black silk robe open and revealing matching lace panties and bra. She gasps, fluttering her hands over her mass of curly hair. "Oh, Samuel! You didn't tell me we had company!"

She doesn't make any effort to close her robe.

Sam rolls his eyes. "As if you didn't know he was coming. You should have told me we were having company."

"Yes, well, where's the fun in that?" she asks, grinning as she crosses the room over to Sam. She's so short that Sam has to practically bend in half to kiss her, and woah, what the hell?

Sure, she's hot, but she's a least a decade older than Sam. Probably closer to two. What the hell is going on here?

"Dean," Sam says, his hand on her waist. "This is my girlfriend, Rowena."

[malkaleh]

Mizrashki.Jewess on instagram is fundraising for ELEM an organisation that sounds really really amazing

hello! I’m not a Jewish person (ethnically or religiously), but I was wondering if you know of any ways that I can help Jewish people right now? Like if you know of any donation programs or volunteer work or food drives or anything of the sort that I could do to help? I want to help fight antisemitism and help Jewish people beyond simply spreading awareness on Instagram, but I’m not exactly sure how or where to start. This is a very dumb question, I’m so sorry, you can ignore this if you want

(CONT'D) also, I have another question, I’m so sorry To preface this question, I’d like to say that I’m a very stupid individual who knows absolutely nothing about anything. So the question is, do you have any book or article recommendations that showcase Jewish people’s experiences, values, perspectives, etc. Like for example, are there any books written from the perspective of an Israeli/jewish person who had moved from wherever they were to the state of Israel in 1948 (I apologise if this is a horrible example, I just know absolutely nothing about anything and everything, but I’m open to learning)

Thank you so much for asking these valuable questions!!!!! (And thanks for being patient until I was able to answer!)

Neither of your questions are dumb, and you don't need to be sorry! You're not stupid and I hope you can be as kind to yourself as you have been to me and my community in your questions.

I was wondering if you know of any ways that I can help Jewish people right now?

Truly the very best thing you can do to support Jews at this time is routinely check in on us, speak up for us, and correct misinformation or antisemitism if you see it happening. This means not running away if your Jewish friends mention two antisemitic experiences they've had in one week. This means adding a media bias/fact check link when someone sends you antisemitic propaganda from Al Jazeera. This means saying "Hey. That doesn't help Palestine. That just hurts Jews," when someone's "activism" veers too far in the wrong direction. That means that you don't just shout ceasefire now without also acknowledging that Hamas and Hezbollah also need to cease firing. This means making sure your donations and your links to donations go to sources that do not fund Hamas, like Anera. It also means making sure your donations for the I/P conflict support interfaith efforts whenever possible. I routinely promote the interfaith and intercultural organizations represented within AllMEP; https://www.allmep.org/ Also, steer clear of culturally expropriating organizations like JVP.

Like if you know of any donation programs or volunteer work or food drives or anything of the sort that I could do to help?

Ones that specifically help Jews, you mean? I don't actually! Unfortunately, the international conversation since 10/7 has had very little to do with how to help Jews in Israel or in diaspora. I would say that you should look into and perhaps even email or call your local synagogues and see if they have any kind of fund for their buildings or if they're trying to raise money to pay security and donating to them. Aside from that, I'd love for my followers to weigh in on this, as they'll know better.

Book Recommendations!

These aren't exactly what you're looking for. But I believe deeply in my heart that every single non-Jewish person should read:

Jews Don't Count by David Baddiel

People Love Dead Jews by Dara Horn

Night by Elie Wiesel

There are plenty of other books that are less of a bummer to read than those, too. But I think for any non-Jew to truly understand us they need to understand the unexamined antisemitism they carry with them and they need to have true, first-hand accounts about the holocaust to understand the legacy it left to us as well as what it took away.

Followers with more specific recommendations, please offer your advice in comments or replies or reblogs or tags! I'm just one person. I don't claim to speak for my entire community, nor have I ever. But I think, as a larger community, we can all steer you in the right direction, Thank you!!!!!

[writtenbymoonflower]

smut requests, you say😏

well, how about fem reader with tasm!peter where he's feeling insecure about himself (we rarely get to see our boys insecure) and reader wants to make him feel good about himself and see how amazing he is in a more... physical way

sorry, i don't send in a lot of smut requests, though I love to read them!

-🔮

aww i love this! Thanks so much hunny! fem!reader x tasm!Peter Parker

cw: smut and suggestive material. mentions of insecurity, scars

673 words

You felt Peter tense under your fingertips as you trailed your hand up his torso. It wasn’t a pleasured shiver, but rather a pained wince, he had exhaled sharply and pulled away. You stopped kissing him, sitting back on his lap and inspecting him. 

“Did I do something?” You asked him, eyes wide and searching. Glossy at the thought of hurting him. 

“No, baby. You’re okay, just didn’t expect it. He stroked the back of your head, pulling you close to capture you in a long kiss. You let out a little gasp of surprise that he swallowed readily and braced your hands on his bare thigh, letting your fingers slip under the hem of his boxers. He tensed and shrunk again, pulling your hand up to wrap it around his arm. You stilled, pulling away again and curling your hands into yourself. 

“I did it again, you made that same sound.” 

“You didn’t do anything, I just-” He looked like he didn’t want to admit it. But it seemed like his want to reassure you and his flusteredness won out. “I just don’t like people touching me there.” He reached up to stroke your hair cajolingly again. 

“Why?” You asked, searching and sorrowful.

“I just don’t like people looking or feeling there. I got minced up pretty bad in some fights. Left some parts of me lookin’ kinda weird.” He explained, wincing. 

“It’s not weird, nothing on you is.” You looked so dejected it broke Peter’s heart. “You’re so pretty, Pete.” You muttered. 

“Baby,” He scoffed out a laugh. “It’s nothing, really. You don’t have to try and make me feel better.” 

“But I want to.” You said quickly, leaving no room for argument. “Can I see, please?” It was clear he was somewhat hesitant, but he unfurled himself enough for you to inspect his body. His lack of clothes from your planned activity made it easy to see the roughened and scarred skin covering his body in certain areas. It was varying colors and shapes, but they were all pretty in their own way. Knit skin reflected and shone, flashing and pulling. It was mesmerizing. 

“Pretty gnarly, I know.” He joked. 

“I like them,” You shuffled down his lap, leaning into his inner thigh to kiss the scars there. He inhaled sharply, shivering from the contact. You kept going, gently moving your lips over the healed skin, knowing it was probably extra-sensitive. “They’re pretty.” You looked up at him, all doe-eyed. He could feel himself stiffening, the love and contact and kissing all too much for his body as you gently trailed your fingers over the tent in his boxers, making him shudder. 

“Fuck, babe.” He groaned. “Get up here, I wanna kiss you.” He smoothed his palm over your hair and neck as you kissed up his torso, brushing your lips against the scars on his ribs, moving up his neck until you were facing him. 

“I love you, Peter. So, so much. I love every part of you.” You said earnestly. His eyes crinkled with fondness. Ne was no longer thinking about his scars or skin or whatever else. All he could focus on was how soft your touch was and how sweetly you were looking at him. It made his heart ache and his dick twitch. 

“Love you so much, sweet thing.” He said before grabbing your face and smashing your lips against his. You tried to kiss him sweetly, but he quickly roughened, hot tongue licking into your mouth greedily. A horrible sound was pulled from the back of your throat as he pulled you into his lap, your core dragging over his hard bulge. You pulled away and he whined, trying to grab at you. 

“Peter,” You pleaded. “Let me love on you, please.” He quickly caught your meaning as you slid off the bed onto your knees. He wasn’t about to deny, especially when you were looking at him like that. 

“Fuck, sweetness” He groaned as he tugged off his boxers. “You’re gonna ruin me.”

[spirit-lanterns]

wearing nothing but kafka coat after freaky time mmm..

-🐆

Kafka’s coat smells nice too…

Like, just imagine being all sleepy and sore after an intimate night with Kafka. Your legs feel tingly and your pussy is throbbing from how hard Kafka was, but despite feeling out of it, the feeling of Kafka’s velvet coat draping over your shoulders is enough to bring you back to reality.

For a woman as sultry and promiscuous as Kafka, someone who you’d think would “dine and dash” with you and leave you all alone in your bed, you’re surprised to feel her pull you to her body with the smell of her coat engulfing you, her warm lips pressing a kiss to your temple while she makes you lay on her chest. Ough…and she uses her coat as a blanket on you/uses it to wipe away some leftover cum on your legs 🥺🥺

[hurlingdown]

(idk how to call myself, maybe toji anon or jackpot anon lol)

I already saw an anon sending something about viktor and I believe the only way to make this poor man go to sleep, is by breeding him so hard he passes out.

Let's say that reader is like a guard for viktor's/jayce's lab. It starts as something casual, some words here, some touches there, and the reader is bamboozled by seeing how this man is so flirty. (I mean, look at viktor, I know he had crazy game). So, after a disagreement between jayce and viktor, viktor is left alone, frustrated and reader was passing by and that's when they started to have their "encounters." (It was in the heat of the moment, Viktor once caught Jayce and Mel fooling around, Viktor could also have his own fun.*)

Reader loved eating viktor out, it was their favorite past-time and when viktor got bratty, reader will playfully bite viktor's clit, that always made him cum/squirt so fast. They got caught once by jayce, so, they had to go to viktor's chambers now.

Reader will hate when viktor stays up late, and sometimes they'll "punish him" by fucking him against a counter or workbench. viktor's work will be ruined, but it was good to feel fuzzy and to stop thinking for a while. Just the thought of reader's cock bruising his cervix.

Pushing away the thought of Reader leaving him when he gets tired of him, or Viktor too afraid of his own feelings, pushing Reader away in the process.

(i'll send more asks, bcus viktor is now added to my harem next to toji/j)

*Viktor believes Reader is not into him in -that- way, maybe feelings will get involved if I get new ideas.

sucking on viktor's clit until he squirts all over his desk and papers, legs trembling and gasping for breath, a shaky hand rooted in your hair to stop your ravenous mouth from eating him out again.

so you do the next reasonable thing.

flipping him around so that he's bent over the desk, rubbing the head of your cock against his cute cunt until his folds are wet and creamy. he's glassy-eyed, looking over his shoulder to ask for more, and without another word you're pushing inside so deep you're kissing his cervix with your tip, filling him up until he's gasping for breath, too full to even protest about the stained papers.

the next time he does research or experiments with jayce, he'll find himself getting wet whenever he remembers the way you took him again and again over the very same desk. subtly rubbing his sticky thighs together, hickeys you left feeling hot at the back of his neck.