#anyways love you :)

[suicidalt33n]

BACK SCRATCHES | MATHEO RIDDLE

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Y/N sat contentedly in Mattheo Riddle's arms, the warmth of his chest rising and falling with each steady breath. The soft flickering light from the fire in the common room cast shadows across the room, adding to the coziness of the moment. They had spent the past few hours talking, laughing, and just enjoying each other's company. Now, they were simply resting together, basking in the quiet.

Mattheo's fingers gently traced lazy patterns on Y/N's arm, his thumb grazing over her skin with a soft touch. He wasn’t usually one to speak up much during moments like this, but today, he had a peculiar glint in his eyes, one that suggested something was on his mind.

Y/N looked up at him, her chin resting on his chest as she smiled. "What’s on your mind, Mattheo?"

He raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "You know... I heard you'd be a pretty cruel person to deny your very awesome boyfriend of back scratches… just saying."

Y/N blinked, her lips curling into a teasing smile. "Back scratches? Are you seriously asking for that right now?"

Mattheo shrugged dramatically, his hand sliding down to gently rest on her waist. "Just think about it," he continued, his tone light yet full of mischief. "I'm here, all comfy, and you’re here, all perfect and snuggly... seems like the perfect opportunity for a back scratch, doesn’t it?"

Y/N couldn't help but laugh, shaking her head at his antics. "You’re unbelievable," she muttered, rolling her eyes playfully.

Mattheo pouted slightly, his fingers tracing soft circles on her arm. "Come on, Y/N... Pretty please? I’ll make it worth your while."

With a small sigh, Y/N moved her hand to the back of Mattheo’s neck and gently ran her fingers through his hair before pulling her hand down his back. "Alright, alright. But only because you’re my very awesome boyfriend," she said, her voice mock-serious.

The moment her fingers made contact with his back, Mattheo let out a satisfied hum, his body relaxing completely against the soft cushions. "Mmm, that’s perfect," he murmured, a content smile spreading across his face. "See? You can’t say no to me."

Y/N chuckled softly as she continued to scratch his back, feeling his muscles slowly loosen with each stroke. "I guess I can’t," she admitted, her fingers tracing the contours of his spine.

Mattheo’s hand found its way back to her waist, pulling her just a little bit closer, as he closed his eyes in contentment. "You’re the best," he whispered, his voice soft and full of affection.

And in that moment, Y/N knew that despite all the teasing, despite all the mischievous glints in his eyes, Mattheo was exactly where he wanted to be—wrapped in her arms, relaxed, and loved. The small request for back scratches had only added to the warmth of the night, making the bond between them feel even more perfect.

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[fairydusks]

Ok no bc excuse me?????????

[just-slightly-chayotic]

@fuckyeah-itme your picture of jeff!! 💛

[trannydean-moved]

sorry @castielsprostate i just read your url as castielsprostitute

[hansoeii]

It was affection.

[mythtakens]

“these characters should be mentally healthy before they get together 😌” ummm no I actually think we should smash their mental illnesses together like clumps of play-doh and see what colors it makes

[tainbocuailnge]

man cannot subsist on live service games and ongoing series alone you have to read or watch or play something that is complete and self-contained and ideally 5+ years old every now and then or you will die badly

[projectilecry]

hey @aimseytv. i feel like you need to see this.

There was a new LGBT+ acronym, and it was twig etc. (it had to be in lowercase for some reason). It stood for trans, Welsh, intersex, and gay. Everyone else was etc. It was very controversial.

[doccywhomst]

[suicidalt33n]

LAZY DAYS | JJ MAYBANK

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The salty breeze drifted lazily through the open window of John B's living room, carrying with it the distant hum of crashing waves. The old couch, though a little worse for wear, was the perfect spot for JJ and Y/N to spend their rare lazy day.

JJ had one arm draped around Y/N’s shoulders, holding her close against his chest. His free hand toyed absentmindedly with a strand of her hair. Y/N's head rested against him, her eyes half-closed as she traced small patterns on his tanned arm with her fingers.

"You know," JJ began, breaking the comfortable silence, "if I had to pick one thing to do for the rest of my life, it'd be this."

"Cuddling on John B's couch?" Y/N teased, a soft smile tugging at her lips.

"Yeah," he grinned, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "I mean, look at me. I've got the prettiest girl in the Outer Banks snuggled up to me. Why would I ever need anything else?"

Y/N laughed softly and turned her head to look up at him. "You're ridiculous."

"And you're beautiful," he shot back without hesitation, his blue eyes twinkling mischievously.

She shook her head, fighting the blush creeping up her cheeks, and turned back toward the window. The afternoon sun filtered through the trees outside, casting golden streaks of light across the room. The sound of Sarah and Pope laughing faintly echoed from somewhere down the dock, but for JJ and Y/N, the rest of the world felt far away.

"You hungry?" Y/N asked after a moment, her stomach softly growling as if to punctuate the question.

JJ smirked. "Always. Wanna raid John B's kitchen and see if we can throw something together? Or, like, we could just eat chips and call it a meal."

Y/N sat up slightly, giving him a mock-serious look. "Chips do not count as a meal, JJ."

"Says who?"

"Says me. And basic nutrition," she quipped, poking his chest playfully.

JJ chuckled and reluctantly let her slip out of his embrace as she stood. "Alright, chef. Lead the way."

Together, they wandered into the tiny kitchen, rifling through the cabinets and fridge. They managed to piece together a half-decent sandwich spread, complete with a side of slightly stale potato chips JJ insisted on including.

"See? Balance," JJ said triumphantly, holding up his sandwich. "Protein, carbs, and... chips for flair."

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t help laughing as they carried their plates back to the couch. They settled in again, sitting cross-legged as they ate. JJ, of course, kept sneaking bites off Y/N’s plate, earning himself swats and exasperated glares that quickly melted into laughter.

When their plates were empty and the sun began to dip lower in the sky, they returned to their previous position—JJ sprawled across the couch with Y/N tucked against him. This time, he had a threadbare blanket draped over them, and his hand found hers beneath it, their fingers intertwining.

"I wish every day could be like this," Y/N murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

JJ pressed a soft kiss to her temple. "Me too, baby. But hey, lazy days or crazy ones, as long as I’m with you, it’s all good."

Y/N smiled, her heart swelling at his words. The sound of the waves, the warmth of JJ’s arms, and the gentle rhythm of their breathing soon lulled her into a peaceful doze.

And there, in the fading light of the Outer Banks, they stayed—wrapped up in each other, completely content.

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[gibbearish]

love when ppl defend the aggressive monetization of the internet with "what, do you just expect it to be free and them not make a profit???" like. yeah that would be really nice actually i would love that:)! thanks for asking

[galaxylover06]

Their name is Barry and they can't escape the digital cir

[druid-for-hire]

[image id: a four-page comic. it is titled "immortality” after the poem by clare harner (more popularly known as “do not stand at my grave and weep”). the first page shows paleontologists digging up fossils at a dig. it reads, “do not stand at my grave and weep. i am not there. i do not sleep.” page two features several prehistoric creatures living in the wild. not featured but notable, each have modern descendants: horses, cetaceans, horsetail plants, and crocodilians. it reads, “i am a thousand winds that blow. i am the diamond glints on snow. i am the sunlight on ripened grain. i am the gentle autumn rain.” the third page shows archaeopteryx in the treetops and the skies, then a modern museum-goer reading the placard on a fossil display. it reads, “when you awaken in the morning’s hush, i am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight. i am the soft stars that shine at night. do not stand at my grave and cry.” the fourth page shows a chicken in a field. it reads, “i am not there. i did not die” / end id]

a comic i made in about 15 hours for my school’s comic anthology. the theme was “evolution”

[marrowridden]

You have a complex relationship with your body and need to keep some/all of your clothes on during sex?

That's okay, what you're wearing looks good on you.

You need to take a lot of breaks doing anything intimate because you're easily overwhelmed?

I understand, I'm just happy to be here with you.

You're on medication that impacts your libido/makes reaching orgasm really difficult?

No pressure, tell me what feels good for you, and if you get frustrated we can do something else together.

Sex isn't going to look the same for everybody and that's fine, that's normal.

Sometimes you don't orgasm, sometimes you need to stop because your mood changes out of nowhere, sometimes you get really self conscious and need accommodations to take your mind off of it.

People are too complex for everybody to go about it the same, just keep doing what feels best for you, regardless of how different it may seem from other people's experiences.

[mroddmod]

they are like puppies. 2 me

[hinamie]

post-graduation trip airport looks