#argue with the wall

[the-ghost-in-your-walls]

Zoe with her Shakespearean(did i spell that wrong? probably) english. It fits

Zoë 100% gave this to Artemis ...or perhaps the other way around?

[arguablysomaya]

from left to right: clark, bruce, diana

[constantine-2005]

when i'm in a "what are we" competition and my opponents are these mfs

[wolvesandshine]

Sirius: Momma didn’t raise no quitter

Regulus: Actually our mother didn’t raise us at all so I am in fact, a quitter

[what-you-doing-here-then]

Deleted kisses are the best.

deleted kisses.

Shameless US, S5-10-11 Deleted Scenes.

[casually-eat-my-soul]

Look props to Brucie “Batman” Wayne for having morals and shit. But Thomas Wayne would have pulled up on joker with Martha and Alfred and beaten him to death for having taken his son away from him.

[we-love-morioh-cho]

No matter what any misogynistic loser says, Jolyne was the truest successor of Jonathan’s spirit and was more than deserving of being the final JoJo of the original continuity. Her death to Pucci was a noble sacrifice and a beautiful moment and, ultimately, she triumphed over him in the end. She was not weak or entitled or annoying or boring - whatever misogynistic bullshit people spew about her. She is so much more complex and phenomenal than bigots in this fandom can even comprehend and, ultimately, it is their loss for disregarding her because they are so deeply hateful of women. Also they should die.

[peettamellarrk]

you have zero reading comprehension skills if you think Katniss didnt care for and love Peeta in any capacity for the entire series and no this isnt up for debate its in the fucking text

[spencelle-secret]

reposting to remind yall they are adorable and you can't tell me otherwise

she tried her best (she did not)

[makeurlife]

the gang, the way our lord intended

[possiblyreallyme]

Ace wears your thighs like earmuffs

Ace can't help that he wants to suffocate between your thighs. Your thighs are soft and no matter how big, they're tiny in his huge palms, squishy like the pillows he wished he had instead of the normal feathers and silk he was forced to sleep with. The way his black locks fell against your thighs and clung to your skin was motivation enough to make sure his hair was as soft as can be, so your fingers could more easily card through it and, don't even get him started on how hard he got when you tugged deep from the root, the whine high in his throat rolling off his tongue and into your core easily enough to have you gushing. Your taste- Fuck, your taste had him in a chokehold. He dreamt about it too much to be normal, woke up drooling and whining and humping into the mattress like some stupid mut, begging to drown in your slick instead of his own saliva. He can't help but wish to wear your thighs as permanent earmuffs, though he wished that they didn't muffle your noises when they clamped around his ears. Easy fix— just make you louder. Large hands on your plush hips, digging his blunt fingernails into you to leave little crescent marks and small bruises he'd kiss and tend to later. He rolls your bottom quickly, allowing you to stay limp and weak and let him do all the work while he rolls your clit on his tongue and lulls you over like a lollipop he's utterly addicted too.

Your gummy walls just feel so good on his tongue, gripping and clenching down on it the way he wished was his cock, but he can't pull back to follow through with that desire for the life of him. It always amazes him that he even fits in there, because no matter how many times you've been stretched, it's like he's fucking something two sizes to small, but you suck him in anyway and let him rest his face on your soft chest while he blubbers and sobs like a little boy, fucking you so hard you have to stay in bed for a week.

Of course, that's only after he's made you cum so many times on his tongue that he's drenched and panting for an air he forgot existed, pulling back after what you think is the last orgasm before he stuffs you with his cock, but before you know it, his nose is pressing so hard on your clit it's all scrunched up on his freckles, his eyes are crossed in both pleasure and so he can stare at your folds molding against his face while he nuzzles it like a cat, flattening his tongue inside of you to lick along your g-spot and furrowing his brows with the deep rumble of his moan against your heat. The crew will tease him later when his lips are swollen and his jaw is too sore for him to sass them back, but he feels strangely proud of it, despite how pink his cheeks get when Marco asks if Ace would be willing to get thicker walls, because he had to stay up all night listening to the wet slurring, whining and moaning. But he doesn't care, because the next night, he's right back too it. He'll see how many times he can make you squirt, close his eyes and bask in the pleasure of your weight on top of him— feather light no matter how big you think you are, and simply chuckle when you tell him that he'll hurt himself if he works his jaw like this every night and keeps his head pinned down under your body. He's quick to start fucking you with his tongue to cut off your doubt, mumbling something along the lines of "Let me eat, darlin'." He's Fire Fist Ace, after all. He can handle it.

[shiiro-arts]

Me every single time Natsu or Lucy have a flashback of each other

If you don’t know what I’m talking about

[dyke-in-crisis]

these divas are having a sims off

[ptieuca]

In 243 years, I've loved exactly one person. I loved him more than I will ever love anything in this life.

[average-hua-cheng-fan]

[donutsforzoe]

Decided to share my old drawings on here as well