#because they can dance and i sure can't

[uncanny-tranny]

Hey, you're being lied to about what fitness constitutes. If you can't work in an hour-long crossfit slog, but you can work in a five-minute walk, then that is still fitness. If you can't use your legs but you can do arm circles every now and again, that is still fitness. If you're moving around at work, that's still fitness. It can be intentional or incidental, but here's the best part: your body doesn't care if you're dedicating specific work-out times. It doesn't care if the "only" fitness it gets is your nine to five on your feet. It doesn't care, fitness is fitness is fitness. Some of us do it differently, but the end result is more or less similar.

If you can do any type of fitness safely, your body isn't going to care if you're doing it like an Olympic athlete or if you're just a casual.

[lgbtlunaverse]

I was watching a clip of the nutcracker on youtube and someone complained about the ballerina dancing as clara because "an adult playing a 12 year old is creepy" and guys. I think we need to shut down takes. No more takes until we figure out what's going on.

[fisheito]

my princess nonsense is being encouraged watch ouyt imabout to be eneaabled

OK WHATF ATHAT'S SO CUTE I HAD TO MAKE IT i know realistically there's little to no chance that rei DOESN'T know how to work heels 🤣 BUT IMAGINE.....ING.... YAKUMO GENTLY GUIDING REI IN HEELS, WEEKS BEFORE THE BIG GALA AND HAVING NONE OF HIS NORMAL FEAR OF PHYSICAL TOUCH BC HIS [TEACHER MODE] IS OVERRIDING HIS INSECURITY

[tonhalszendvics]

Elves are vegetarians because of compassion, and because they feel living things around them. Eating a root vegetable causes the plant's death. Does that mean that they can eat only certain types of root vegetables? Potato and sweet potato plants can survive the removal of the potato, so that should be fine, but carrot, onion, celery root, beetroot etc. dies when you remove the root. Unless you wait until they are done with seed-making, because then the plant dies anyway. On the contrary, by that time they all become hard, stiff, basically flavourless and unpleasant to eat in general.

Is it possible that elves use those root vegetables as spice only? Or did they become very good at cultivating double-rooted vegetables (something that humans worked very hard for millenniums to get rid of) so they can eat one of the roots and then put back the plant into the earth since it would survive?

[thebirdandhersong]

not to be dramatic but will I ever know peace

[hikarry]

Whats your idea of a perfect date

Perfect date? In my eyes, it's all about the little things.

I don't have a license and I don't want to have one, but it would start with a good drive while I play passenger princess, enjoying the open road. I don't trust myself behind a wheel, but I love being driven around, I love velocity and long long trips. Sometimes I do enjoy the car drive more than the destination, but welp

Stopping by a pub or a dark, smoky bar with a jazz band playing in the background. Good drinks, good music...or a cafe and share a good cappuccino - each with their own. I dunnot share my caffeine

Followed by a moonlit stroll in a beautiful park by a river, ending with… watching the stars together

Sitting on a rooftop with a view of the city could also be fun, even though I'm afraid of heights

Maybe some more pleasurable activities afterwards, if we feel so inclined

But, alas, I don't exactly believe in perfect dates. Life is too messy and unpredictable for perfectly curated moments.

[vultures-and-scavengers]

how it starts vs how it ends (the fucking literal closest i can get to a rivalmance, bioware can you let me be even a little mean to him bc he kinda fucking deserves to be yelled at a bit over some of his comments and its not like he'd be thrilled about an orlesian noblewoman whos fairly anti-violence and a bit useless in a fight as herald)

[mobius-m-mobius]

are you going to gif daniel in that snippet of queer we got recently? 🥺👉👈

With pleasure anon, tysm for the ask and hope you enjoy the set which you can find right here!

Am psyched about the movie and definitely wanted to make gifs but was under the weather when the clip first dropped and figured I was a bit late to the party, have to keep reminding myself on Tumblr there's no such thing though! So your request was much appreciated as is any excuse to celebrate Daniel's acting, this is for sure going to be such an incredible role for him 🥰

[confinesofmy]

i'm not allowed to listen to pink pony club anymore because i've sung it so many times i've developed what feels like a bruise in my chest. 😑 i've genuinely never had this problem with one of my on-repeats before.

[lausticzt-a]

┊ ┊⋆ ┊ . 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓭-𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓮 ◞ 𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖊 . ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ @naitfall ⤸ &. 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. ❛ if i say yes, will you shut up? ❜

THE LINGERING TOUCH OF FILTH was more unsettling then she'd let on. Unwanted contact that she'd still brazen towards, defiant to her own discomfort ; for the rare congress of noble and military gathering would always be a plotted spectacle for all parties involved. She's an amalgamation, stripped from the security of uniform and thrown into the parade that was the insatiable aristocrats -- a way to keep the 'people' on top happy, for the vultures to obtain repour, for the high ranking officers to wrangle their cause ; her standing is with the military, yet she may as well have a target on her back, what a gold mine she must be. She speaks as she must, but no smile could ever grace her lips ... irritation flashing in whatever breaks she could get. Once either side got drunk enough, the leeches would latch. A game of words, a ploy for everyone who delved into conversation. Schemes, lies, the arrogance of those with power.

After awhile their would only be two left, those of high standing and the military police. The rest had more sense not to overstay their welcome ; it was often made known. Departing before it turned into nothing more then festivities for the rich. Intoxicated by luxury, the glamorous showcase, and oh, the dancing ; that she was well accustomed too. It seemed to come up early in the night this time, less opportunity to get away.

The graceful and precise movements Laura prided herself on was not to entice that lacklustre display. IT'S A DISGRACE TO TALENT. With each touch, every invitation, her mind traverses elsewhere. She is not soft, her movements never to be led carelessly ... in entwinement is truth, and that truth had always led her to one thing ; fight. For every turn, each step, she can recall those fleeting moments of wind in her hair, the refined hold on blades that couldn't cut without intricate momentum, the twists and detailed fluctuation of how she chose to strike. By the time she is finished, she'd taken complete control, returned to noiseless chatter and a disoriented partner.

She feels nothing for these events ; a hollow feeling comes with it. She'd excused herself ( rather, Nile questions her departure to be met with a passing response ) having reached her limit long ago. It happened to be more lively then the last for it to already get to this point. It must be ... because upon leaving the bustling environment, she'd spot him. The night seems quieter out here, almost deafening in comparison. The air, at least, is less suffocating.

“ Why is it I always find you away from where you're supposed to be. ” She doesn't attempt to put spite into her words, they are simply said ; like they always are. Attempts to appear hostile are lacklustre and void. In truth, the events of the night had been unpleasant. She felt ... unpleasant. THE NEED TO BITE WHEN SHE LACKED THE TEETH FOR IT. Brows furrow against her tired expression, gaze focused ( scarcely ) elsewhere. Even if he wanted her to leave, she wouldn't. She can't admit it, but his company alone is refreshing. In every way she can't stand, and in every way she finds genuine and unnervingly comfortable.

She's quiet for some time after. Laura hated it. The unease of what she was feeling, the disgust of having anyone of them near her ; but, more then any of that, it all was numb ... pride shambles, the obscurity of that moments downfall was still raw and confusing, but it's not unknown to her.

“ Levi. ”

Dubious to even her own rational, yet it feels clear when she finally breaks away from her head. A kindling feeling ; she doesn't need to look at him to feel his presence in entirety, for when she finally straightens up and looks towards him, it feels her eyes had never looked away.

“ Dance with me. ”

A demanding stance, with a still firmness and intruding gaze, even when she understands the obscurity of her 'request'. It comes out of nowhere for her as well. “ I don't need you to know how. I doubt you know the steps for it. ” Albeit almost challenging in her abrupt commentary, she still holds a hand out to him. It's not a suggestion. Nor can she help the slightest waver in her eyes as she studies him.

SHE NEEDS THIS If it's by her choice, for it to be her hand reaching out ... a part of her wants it to feel different, needs to know it can. It's the idea of it being him that had overshadowed the unrest in her very core. It's intimate, more then any of them could gather ; deeper. She wants her hands cleaned, her heart to sing even for a single moment. It's not for anyone else to taint. For a time it had been hers. A lone dance in the darkest hours of night, a bloody battlefield, a connection she still had with what was gone. So, she needs it, and the truth of it all was there was no one else but him she'd be willing. That she would every inquire elsewhere. “ This is a gathering, it's often a custom with aristocrats. You have enough form, I know that. I know you won't step on my feet either. That's enough. So, you don't have any excuse. ”

❛ if i say yes, will you shut up? ❜

She pulls a face, unable to suppress the offence she takes ; and still it's not off-putting in the slightest. Even if she scowls ( pouts ) for a brief moment, and had she been the type she may have rolled her eyes. Instead, they remain firmly ahead. Laura didn't think he'd actually agree, too stubborn to have backed down after demanding it of him, and it throws her heart off a beat.

“ I'll consider it. ”

[ripoffyourhalo]

Can we please appreciate “Every Breath You Take” on Crowley’s playlist?

The song itself is rather unsettling! but not so much when we make Crowley sing it. His POV turns the heebie-jeebies into something adorable and heart-wrenching.

We know he loves to watch Aziraphale eat, speak French, goof around and just generally exist. That’s a part of his love language -- Admiring. Making sure his Angel is content. Hiding under an awning and staring into each other’s eyes. 

On the less positive hand, he’s left behind, watching every step Aziraphale takes towards the elevator, watches him break the “vow” of being on their own side, fake the smiles in front of Metatron... “Oh, can’t you see? You belong to me.” You don’t belong to Heaven, just like I don’t belong to Hell. We’re a group of the two of us. I belong to you, you belong to me. My car, everything that’s mine, belongs to you. Your bookshop, everything that’s yours, belongs to me.

We might also approach this in a different way. Since we don’t really know what direction Crowley is going to direct his grief, he might observe every move Aziraphale makes in Heaven, either to prepare countermeasures if the angel falls for Heaven’s manipulation, and/or to make sure Aziraphale is safe and sound.

And then, of course, the bridge is a very real possibility for what Crowley feels after this season. If he goes to a cafe or a pub in the first ep of s3 we might hear the bridge in the background. You know. Just to be dramatic. (and make him feel worse)

[italictext]

Nothing like happily celebrating new year with your family knowing that in 2 months you'll reveal the secret that could wreck the family and they might never experience this again 💕💖

[koreandragon]

I heard they kept those events scheduled as they were because of the sheer number of global fans scheduled to be there but yeah man it sucks

i'm sorry but who gives a fuck about fans. like omg sorry you can't see your faves when someone died. refund their tickets or something like that's so fucking insane

[lemonlimetoast]

whats yr dream piece you wish to eventually learn on the piano like the one you daydream abt wearing a fancy outfit and playing in a fancy ass banquet hall on a steinway & sons grand

Megalovania

[sugoroo]

ʚɞ warnings: fem!reader, reader plays volleyball, masturbation, oral (f receiving), obsessive behaviour, boobjob, penetration (p in v), 18+ minors dni.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who decides you're going to be his the very first time he sees you playing volleyball on the beach with your teammates wearing those pitiful scraps of material that can hardly be classified as a bikini.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who makes sure to pick up any and every extra shift he can just so he can figure out exactly what times you come down to the shore to practise.

pervy lifeguard!gojo whose new favourite pastime is just to sit in his lookout post, barely paying attention to the water to keep an eye on anybody who may be in potential danger — no, lately, his gaze always seems to be fixed squarely upon you.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who can't help but push his sunglasses up to rest in his hair so he can get a clearer view of you as you move around the sand, the way your scantily-clad body moves whenever you jump to hit the ball over the net just hypnotizing the poor man.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who has to disregard his duties completely to duck into a nearby beach hut when it becomes too much to just watch you, furiously fisting his leaking cock to the delicious mental image of your ass bouncing as you played.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who emerges from the hut looking like an utter mess, snowy locks dishevelled and swimming trunks hanging low on his hips as he stumbles back over to his lookout post. his strange behavior even grants him a few curious look from nearby beachgoers, but he couldn't care less.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who finds his hands clenching into tight fists by his sides when he observes one of the boys from the opposing volleyball team shaking your hand after a match. it's just a sign of mutual respect between players —  he knows that.

but that doesn't mean it irritates him any less.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who finally gathers the confidence to actually approach you later that afternoon while you're packing up your things, idly scratching the back of his undercut while he tries to think of a normal way to start a conversation.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who doesn't have to speak at all in the end, because you say the first words for him, greeting him with that pretty little smile of yours that he's only been able to see from afar up until now and outstretching a hand for him to shake.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who can't help but let a pleased grin spread across his lips while he returns the gesture, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction rising in his chest that his own touch on your palm has erased that previous guy's.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who falls even harder for you (if that's possible) during the few minutes he talks with you. it's nothing more than a friendly interaction between two regular beachgoers, but to him, it's one of many more to come.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who feels like he could do an embarrassing victory dance on the sand right then and there when you casually mention an upcoming volleyball competition that you'll be playing in. so you want him to be there, huh?

he nonchalantly responds that he might just be able pop by and watch some of it during his break — as if he isn't already planning on completely abandoning his post in favour of spectating the entire match instead.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who is so full of excitement during the week leading up to the tournament that he just can't keep quiet about it for even a single second. his poor bestfriend lifeguard!geto is beginning to feel like he's the one with the giant, pathetic crush on you at this point.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who would most likely be fired if his boss was to see him right now, sprawled across a bench and watching you compete at volleyball instead of looking out for drowning children in the waves.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who is sporting a not-so-subtle tent in his swimming trunks as he sits there, which he tries in vain to hide by crossing his legs over his lap. i mean, can you really blame him? just look at the way those doughy tits of yours jiggle in that downright sinful bikini top!

pervy lifeguard!gojo who has to clench his jaw to stop from snapping various profanities at the nearby beachgoers who have stopped in their tracks just to witness the match — he's not oblivious, he can see them checking you out just as he is.

but it's different when he does it. why? because you're going to be his soon enough. don't they understand that?

pervy lifeguard!gojo who isn't surprised in the slightest when your team easily triumphs over the other. after all, the opposing team doesn't have you on it. and although he knows little to nothing about volleyball, he can easily declare that you must be the best at it.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who would ideally like to run up to you and gush about how well you performed, but due to the very visible... problem in his trunks, ends up darting into the nearest beach hut for the second time this month to relieve himself because of you.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who is halfway through sloppily jerking his hips up into his closed fist when sunlight suddenly starts to flit through the gap in the door — shit, he was so worked up he forgot to even close it.

rookie mistake, satoru.

pervy lifeguard!gojo whose eyes widen to the size of saucers when he realizes it's you who just walked in through the doorway, shutting it gently behind you. he's about to start furiously apologizing for what you stumbled in on when he notices you don't seem nearly as shocked as you probably should be.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who can only watch in stunned silence as you slowly saunter closer to him, your hands hidden behind your back as they easily untie the strings of your bikini top before letting it fall to the floor.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who releases what can only be described as a pornographic moan at the sight of your freed breasts, his neglected cock twitching beneath his hand as he ogles you without shame. if he had any self-awareness left, he might've been embarrassed of the small trickle of drool oozing from his slackened mouth.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who feels his cheeks flush a shade of red brighter than the leaking tip of his bobbing cock when you purr to him... "do you really think i haven't noticed you checking me out for these past few weeks, mr lifeguard?"

pervy lifeguard!gojo who somehow finds himself living out a scenario lewder than the wildest of wet dreams he's had about you, his jittery hips thrusting erratically between your tits as you keep them pressed together for him with your hands.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who reaches what is undoubtably the fastest orgasm of his life, his sunglasses toppling from his head as it falls back in bliss, messy white locks stuck to his forehead with sweat as he releases a series of broken groans and whimpers.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who immediately joins you on your knees once he's come down from his euphoric high, long pink tongue lolling out to lap up every drop of sticky cum he split on your pretty tits, sucking and nipping at every inch of supple skin within reach.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who just can't stop yapping, going on and on about how perfect you are, how you've been on his mind for what feels like forever, how sexy you look when you're hitting around that volleyball.

it seems the only way to actually shut pervy lifeguard!gojo up is to shove his beautiful face between your legs, the only sounds leaving him now being mewls of enjoyment as he mouths at your saccharine taste through your bikini bottoms.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who is already too lost in you to properly remove the material keeping him from your pussy, instead lazily yanking it to the side with a single finger so he can dive nose-deep into your sweet cunt like he's been dreaming about doing for weeks.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who is just so messy with it, practically making out with your dripping hole as he rapidly delves his tongue in and out, moaning so shamelessly you'd think he was the one getting eaten out and not you.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who makes you cum using only his sloppy mouth so many times neither of you even know just how long you've been cooped up in this beach hut where there's a real possibility that someone could walk in at any given moment.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who can't hold himself back from fucking you anymore — he's waited long enough already, after all. so he's effortlessly manhandling you onto your back as he pushes in, eyes locked onto the sight of your tits still glistening with his saliva and cum from earlier.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who buries his face between the valley of your breasts as he ruts into you like a rabid animal, word after word of slurred praise failing from his lips as he looks up you with those wide, lovestruck cerulean eyes.

god, he's so fucking obsessed with you. getting to finally feel you like this was just the last nail in the coffin.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who somehow cums even harder than his previous climax, the overwhelming sensation of the tight, spongy walls of your cunt pulling him back in over and over again just unravelling his hazy mind with ease.

pervy lifeguard!gojo who has to psychically stop himself from letting out a choked whisper of 'i love you' as he spills his milky seed right into your womb where his cockhead is lodged, seemingly having enough awareness left to know that it's much too soon for that.

instead, pervy lifeguard!gojo settles for fixing you with a dopy grin so wide that both rows of his glinting pearly whites are on full display, murmuring a cheeky... "what do you say we make this a routine after every competition, pretty baby?"

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[s0dium]

Obsession

Warning: Love drunk men, fingering, titty sucking, nipple play, unprotected sex, love drunk reader

~

Love courses through your veins. He’s all you can think about.

You wonder if it's normal to be this enamored with someone, to be this hopelessly head over heels infatuated and obsessed. You can't even focus on what needs to be done anymore because he's absorbed your entire being; he's in your head when you wake up, a gentle whisper in the back of your mind during conversations, a constant in your dreams, day or night.

But it's a doomed one-sided crush you remind yourself. You're not even sure if he knows you exist and in quieter moments, you wonder if perhaps it’s better this way. Loving from a distance means you never have to face the potential heartbreak of rejection, never have to see that polite smile of someone who doesn’t return your feelings. It's safer, you tell yourself, to admire him from afar, keeping your heart guarded behind the shield of daydreams and what-ifs.

So surely, right now in this moment, you must be dreaming.

It feels too vivid, too intense to be just a figment of your imagination. The warmth of his breath against your cheek, the weight of his bare body pressing gently down on yours, the softness of his lips moving against your own with an insatiable hunger—it all feels astonishingly real.

Because it is.

You don't know how but now you're naked underneath him, letting him touch, grope, suck, kiss, nip, and bite anything his hands and mouth can find. He doesn't let up either, he's exploring your body like a starved man, like he'll never get a chance to touch you ever again and wont pull away until he's had his fill.

You gasp when you feel his fingers between your legs, tracing your inner thigh before gliding between your pussy lips. Instinctively, you jerk back at the feeling; his fingers collecting your arousal and sliding up and down. But before you can speak, he kisses you again, his tongue eagerly intertwining with yours. When he finally pulls away, leaving you breathless, a thin strand of saliva connects your mouths.

"Just let me take care of you okay?" He hums before dipping two fingers into your tight hole. "Just been waiting so long to do this."

You don't even have time to react before he's curling his digits and massaging a sweet spot you could only dream about hitting on your own. His other hand gropes your left breast and with his index and thumb, begins to play with your perky nipples. As if that wasn't enough, his mouth found your other breast and gave it the same attention, licking sucking, and rolling your nipple like it was candy.

Colors dance across your closed eyelids and you wonder if this is heaven, if you've died and reached nirvana because the pleasure is just that good. You dont know if you can handle this, handle the fact that he's sucking and playing with your nipples while finger fucking you. Your toes curl and uncurl from the hot searing euphoria that is absorbing your body and emitting from your core. Your back arches off the bed and your crying his name, moaning it even, something you only dreamed about doing late at night when you craved him.

Suddenly, his mouth releases your nipple with a pop and he ceases all of his ministrations, leaving you breathless and confused.

"Fuck, I-" He's breathless himself, his face flushed and pupils blown. "Need to be inside you, need to feel you." He practically groans, and you thickly gulp at his words. Your brain goes fuzzy and you dizzily watch him pull down his boxers, the length slapping against his abdomen after being released from its confines.

He watches you lay down on the bed, breasts and cunt glistening from juices. You dont know this but he actually thinks he is dreaming. You look like a painting right now and he has to bite his lip to stop himself from spilling just at the sight of you.

"Please," You whine, "Please fuck me."

Who is he to deny you?

Without a word he presses his tip against your entrance and slides into you, grunting at the snug fit of your walls. You let out a loud moan from the feeling of him filling you so so perfectly, so well you mentally curse yourself for thinking a dildo or your fingers could ever do the job.

Then with a moan of his own, he slides out of you, nearly leaving you empty, before rocking himself back into you. Oh, how he wanted to fuck you slow and nice, like you deserved, but as the seconds passed, his resolve seep away until he just couldn't possibly hold back anymore.

His thrusts become faster, quicker, slamming in and out of you with such vigor and ease due to your combined juices coating and dripping from both his length and your hole. The friction is delicious, and his tip seems to hit your g-spot perfectly with each thrust. He even grabs the underside of your thigh and pushes them against you, effectively folding you and half and allowing him to go even deeper inside you.

You could feel your rational slipping away as he groaned about how fucking good you felt, about how good you where taking him, how he had been dreaming about this. You want to say something too, say something about how you feel the same way, but the only thing that comes out of your mouth right now is wanton moans of his name.

The pleasure was becoming too much, it had been slowly building and building and you know your about to break any second, burst with such euphoria you don't know if you will ever come back from the high. Before you do though, your brain manages to work again for half a millisecond to express the exact words you are feeling.

"Love you! M'love you so much!" You gasped before letting yourself succumb to the mind-numbing orgasm that was waiting for you. Your whole body shook and quaked from the pleasure and your mind went white. You thought you might cry, from happiness or pleasure you did not know. But you didn't. You simply went limp while you let him use your body like a sex doll.

You are barely clinging onto consciousness when you feel his hips stutter against you and he scoops you up, holding you close while he cums inside you.

"Love you too, love you too." He groans against your ear.

Any character you want ;)