#blame my hormones

[emjiroki]

Yuuta begs everytime to take the condom off. Wants to feel the warmth of you around him gripping him raw so bad he's near tears. Whimpering cries against your chest, throat, shoulder, anywhere he can sink his teeth

"Please baby, this time? Can I this time?"

"Wanna feel you all wet for me just once, let me slip it in please"

"Promise I'll be good"

The night you finally peel the latex off and give him the okay is the best night of his life.

He pulls three orgasms from you before hiking your legs over his shoulders and thrusting his sensitive cock in so deep he cums bucket loads against your womb, a contended sigh gracing your ears as he releases your legs and sits between your thighs to push his release back in with his fingers

[yazthebookish]

I know HOFAS is going to make me sob a lot whether it's tears of joy getting to see Azriel, the IC, and potentially Gwyn and Emerie + Quinlar's reunion, or it's tears of rage and sadness seeing Hunt/Ruhn/Baxian getting tortured, or Ruhn/Lidia's angsty scenes, all the bloodshed and deaths, the fact that it's the conclusion of Quinlar's story and they'll no longer be leads.

My eyes are tearing up just thinking about all that's to come.

[wysteria-clad]

I just adore the softness of humanity

[littlexdeaths]

was thinking about what would happen if you took robin home to meet your folks for christmas, and you had to share the shitty pull out sofa bed in their living room. enjoy xx.

warnings: 18+ freaks only, fingering, little sprinkle of dom!robin

“Robs, please.” you plead, gasping when her fingers meet your cunt with a wet smack.

“Shh,” she coos softly, resting her chin on your shoulder. The fold out bed creaks loudly in protest as she shifts her hips, keeping your back pressed to her front. “You’ll wake everyone up, baby.”

And while you know she’s right, your parents are literally just down the hall—the desire coursing through your veins has you pushing your hips back with a newfound desperation. Her soft giggle tickles your cheek, her slick fingers gripping your hip to stop any further wiggling.

Robin waits a minute more, partly due to her own paranoia that your parents will come bursting into the living room at any given moment and discover exactly what the two of you are doing under their roof. But she’s satisfied when the only thing she hears is your elevated breathing and the blizzard raging outside.

You swallow down a whimper when her fingers dip back between your thighs, burying your face deeper into the pillow in an attempt to muffle any other sounds that happen to escape your mouth.

“You’ve been so desperate for it all night, huh?” She teases, the pad of her middle finger ghosting over your clit. “My sweet girl just needed me to take care of her, is that it?”

Your frantic nod has another soft giggle echoing in your ears, your teeth digging harshly into your lip when her fingers continue lower and carefully slip inside your aching center. You want to cry out of pure relief as she stretches you out slowly, carefully adding another digit when you wiggle your hips back against her again.

While you should feel embarrassed when it’s your cunt that cries out when she slips a third finger inside, it’s her reaction that makes you all the more insatiable. The sound has Robin burying her face into the curve of your neck, your skin muffling the soft whine that leaves her lips. She grinds her hips against your backside, in search of some much needed friction.

But she knocks your hand away when you try and reach back to touch her, instead spreading your thighs further apart to thrust her fingers back inside you. Another muffled moan leaves her lips when your body makes that deliciously wet sound again.

“Who’s the desperate one now?” you taunt with a breathless giggle.

[g00seg1rl]

Worry

Pairing: Azriel x Eris Vanserra

Part One, 1.1k words; Part Two, 2.8k words

Summary: Rhysand calls Azriel away the last day of Eris’s visit to their private, infrequently used cabin in the Steppes. Eris’s, his mate, and his own stress over not making it back in time leads Azriel to lose sight of his target. By the time he returned, just two hours before his mate would leave for his father’s table, he was fuming at himself, Eris’s lack of availability and their shitty circumstances.

Ok this has/is angst, I promise I haven’t been hacked and they’ll have makeup sex in part two of two 🤭💗

“How dare you frolic around my heart as if there’s space!?”

“How dare you not make room for me? All the claims of love and devotion, but no sacrifice.”

Eris’s audacity snatched the meager reserves of Azriel’s lungs, taking him aback and raising his voice by a decibel. “What the fuck do you want from me? Do I have to give up everything? Do I have to be nothing for you to let me in? I shoulder your burdens and you neglect me? Is that what we are? Is that what you want?” Azriel demanded.

Darkness filled the corners of the room, solidifying the undercurrent to their questionings. The shades whispered a barrage of concerns and panicked observations, as if Azriel couldn’t see the scarlet droplets dripping horrifically from Eris’s fists or the tears falling off his face. His gorgeous, hurt face.

“I don’t neglect… no, it’s… I just can’t handle anything else right now, can’t you see that?” A fresh flood of steaming cries spilled as Eris squeezed his eyes shut in defeated anger, fists shaking.

“Don’t turn it on me for not seeing what you should’ve just been clear about,” Azriel sneered, “You’re a selfish fucking prick who will never get what he wants because he can’t make the sacrifices necessary to ask.” His chest heaved, his breath short by the end of his yells; by the time his lungs fully expanded, the breath was pitiful. A wheezy, pained sound as he took in the reddened, teary eyed Eris who looked two seconds from decimating all the Steppes surrounding this cabin- this fucking cabin-

Oh how he wished Eris would. How he wished it would take him with. It was awful. This was awful, not them. They weren’t awful. This wasn’t them.

“Selfish?” Eris sobbed, “SELFISH!?” Eris, eyes aflame, continued brokenly, “I can’t make the sacrifices!? I’m risking my life here and you claim I’ve sacrificed nothing!?”

“Fuck. Eris-”

“No- don’t you dare come near me right now- SELFISH!? AFTER EVERYTHING I'VE GIVEN UP!? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME, AZRIEL!?” Azriel didn’t have to near, his outstretched, shaking hand fell slack as Eris stormed forward, accusatory finger held aloft.

Shit shit shit shit shit-

“Eris, I took it too far, please-”

“PLEASE WHAT?! NOW WHAT!?”

Fuck fuck fuck no no no-

“Baby, please, just take a breathe, I’m sorry-”

The deafening slice of Eris’s hand whipping through the air as he backhanded his lover of centuries—an echo, a reverberating sense of failure filled the room, held and kept by the shadows.

Azriel couldn’t muster the strength to face him. His head dropped, eyes closed, sad rivulets escaping his lashes and glossing his grim-lined lips. The hot, stinging residual pain felt like it was pantomiming the hit, repeatedly striking him over and over and over again until reality could break through the dizzying whirring of his mind.

But Azriel craved the pillowing sound as he was plunged into heartbreaking silence as the ringing settled.

Eris’s familiar syrupy, dulcet voice was wrecked- panicked as he brokenly whispered, “Azriel-”

“It’s- it’s okay-” Azriel rasped.

This needed to be over, Azriel needed to hold, to be held, he shouldn’t have come straight here—should’ve pummeled Cass or Rhys or a tree or fucking anything. His brain shuffled through his ever-ringing thoughts, the only grounding sensations being the radiating pain and haggard breaths.

Eris’s warm hand rested gingerly on his chest, accusations falling away, the anger along with it.

“No, I shouldn’t- I shouldn’t have hit you, I’m sorry,” Eris tried but Azriel already knew it was his fault. He lost his target because of clouded concentration and came here to vent and shirk the ire onto Eris instead of coming here to spend the meager time they had together before the eventual next.

Azriel swallowed hard. He opened his eyes as his throat cleared, lump rooted still but he nodded his head down, casting his hazy gaze around the middle of Eris’s silk loungewear set Az had left him in at stupid o’ clock in the morning.

He deserved it.

He said as such.

“I should hit you again,” Eris huffed.

Azriel snorted at the bluntness, “I’d deserve that too,” he said with a shy grin, appreciating the tension sapping out of the room.

He looked up to Eris’s gorgeous, energy-zapped face, eyes red and slightly quivering lips and knew he’d take far too many brutal beatings before ever admitting he didn’t deserve it. He didn’t deserve Eris either. He’d do whatever it took to keep the sliver of the Heir he had to himself.

Eris blew a forceful breath through pursed lips, his eyes still glassy, but a smidgen of hope shimmered, igniting a much needed calming of their bond. He felt his chest, his heart, his love soothe. “No you wouldn’t have, Azriel.” He assured, his voice still thick but clear.

“I’m sorry,” Az nodded, agreeing solemnly. It wasn’t okay but Az had escalated, it still felt karmic.

“Stop, I'm sorry,” Eris exasperated.

“What? Only one of us can be sorry?” He huffed, “Now you’re really being selfish.”

Eris tutted, “Oh you play too much.”

Azriel topped the hand on his chest with his right, his left hand reaching for Eris’s unfurled fist; he fought the impulse to cringe when Eris winced as their palms brushed.

“I fucked up at work, kept feeling your stress and I couldn’t focus, I’m sorry,” Azriel admitted shamefully, earnestly, raising Eris’s knuckles to his lips for a small kiss, letting all of their hands fall between their close chests.

Eris laughed, a wet and sweet melodic sound Azriel was delightedly confused to hear.

“You’re always so vague about the missions,” Eris explained, stealing a hand to tap his temple, referring to Rhysand’s endless bullshit. “I have to return before dinner and I was worried you wouldn’t be back in time to… well to have time… together,” he finished awkwardly, a peachy blush eclipsing his golden freckled cheeks. ”I’m so sorry for hurting you,” he finished, resting his hand gently on Azriel’s cheek.

“It’s okay, my heart. I didn’t mean to worry you, I was just trying to get back here as soon as I could,” he promised.

The cabin and Az had a love/hate relationship; He loved being inside its unnaturally warm and cozily decorated rooms, but only with Eris—so only whenever fate allowed. Only rarely. And so he despised the existence of this house when it couldn’t be a home.

“It’s not,” Eris urged.

“Okay it’s not,” he concurred with a slight shrug, “but it’s over and I’ve already wasted too much of this visit.”

“Make it up to me?” Eris proposed, a copper brow arched hopefully. “We have a bit over two hours left,” he added, nibbling at his bottom lip.

Fuck.

“For every minute.” Azriel leaned in, moving his hands to Eris’s waist, the cool silk running underneath his palms as he caressed Eris's hips, bringing him closer, sandwiching Eris’s hand between their hearts.

I know I know, feelings have been hurt but they’ll have makeup sex and a not-goodbye soon 🤧💗

Thank you so, SO much @the-darkestminds for beta reading day of (you brilliant being, I love youuu), thank youuu @jules-writes-stories for helping me iron out details and offer lovely feedback (mwah mwah my love) and @astro-h0e-4azris and @nus4y, you two are an amazing hype crew, love you entirely 💗

Thank you and credit to @strangergraphics for the dividers 💗

I swear so much fluff is coming 🤭 @chunkypossum @iftheshoef1tz @fourteentrout @makinglongwordsslutty @mistandmemories @pippsmcgee @queercontrarian @mudandmire @brunetterebel010 @fingerpoppingood @talibunny30 @neciebee @icey--stars @molcat07 @missblackstar @sunstar-drabbles @3xolara @irithiadourden @wovendreamscapes I know it’s not my typical nonsense so I hope you still enjoyed/look forward to a lil more 🫂💗

[lordadmiralfarsight]

Tarrifs, shmariffs, what do ?

Grrrrreeeting my dear Tumblr users, it is I, random economy oriented Tumblr User that was onces convinced his blog was gonna be about ships (and not those on water).

I come to you bringing explanations on tarriffs, what they do, what they bring and what their consequences are, since they are kind of a big topic right now, what with Trump and all. "But Mr. Rando, I already know!" you say, and I believe you, and I am proud of you, but much like in my irl class, not everyone has the same knowledge base, so even if it's a bit tedious for you, we have to cover the topic so everyone is on the same page. Alright ? Swell.

So, what is a tarriff ? A tarriff is a tax levied on importations. AKA, you buy something from out-of-country and get it into the country, you pay the tarriff. Many of you will have seen the memes and viral posts, and will triumphantly point at the part where I say the importer pay the tarriffs. And you are right to do that, it's kind of very important. It's the main point, even.

Why is it the main point ? Easy : if outside stuff cost more, inside stuff better choice. Or, in non-caveman speach : the increase in cost on foreign products and resources will either increase the competitivity of domestic products and resources, or level the playing field. At least that's the idea.

"So", I hear you ask, "are you going to be the Nth user here to tell us that tarriffs are going to fuck the average US citizen over? Because we already know that."

Well, yes, but also know. Also, I'm not sure you have the nuance on the topic, and I do love me some tasty, tasty nuance. And custard. But alas, custard is not the topic of today. Economic nuance is. Now, onto the topic :

The main question to ask here is "what is getting hit by the tarriffs ?" Because the impact will vary a lot depending on what gets hit. To give a simplified framework, there's 3 types of economic goods : raw resources, transformed goods and finished products.

Raw resources are ... raw. Iron ore, lumber, clay, wheat grain, lithium ore, water, dirt, raw oil, you get the idea. Those resources tend to have razor thin profitability margins, because so much is produced.

So, what would be the goal of tarriffs on raw resources ? Well, that would be protecting or developping in-country extraction/production facilities, whether those be mines, farms, fishing fleet or lumber mills.

And that's where a tiny little factor comes into play : economic viability, AKA whether a given activity in a specific region is economically interesting.

Like I said, raw resources tend to have razor thin profitability margins, this means that overwhelmingly, raw resources are extracted in regions that allow lower costs.

Some of those costs can be reduced in costlier economies, like environmental or safety costs, with some good ol' deregulation ... up to a point. Even the notoriously protest-averse USA would face some degree of protests if all safety regulations disappeared and industrial accidents jumped 5000%. Poorer countries tend to be more lax on those regulations, and/or not really enforce them, or both.

On the other hand, there are costs that can't be reduced all that much in a given economy, like the cost of manpower. Due to the cost of living, there's a limit to how low you can go with your offered wages. For instance, offering $12 a day in the USA will yield fuck all in terms of recruitment, but $6 a day in the poorer parts of Africa will cause a flash mob of eager-to-work candidates.

And these are the two big factors of the equation : can the reducible costs be lowered enough that the irreducible costs aren't that much of an issue anymore ? And when the answer is inevitably no, can the tarriffs bridge the gap ? Well, uh ... that's gonna depend a lot. But overall, I would lean more on "no". African iron will be cheaper than US iron every day for the foreseeable future, unless you impose a fucking ungodly amount of tarriffs.

Some resources that cost more will see better results from tarriffs, but far from all. Like, tarriffs on iron, copper, tin, etc ? Bad idea. Tarriffs on helium, lithium or other rarer and costlier resources ? Could protect or help the national production indutry.

In the cases where, even with tarriffs, outside product remain more competitive, there's just going to be an increase in cost down the line, and wealth is just going to exist the country more. In the cases where the inside product becomes more-or-as competitive, then perhaps wealth can remain in the country and help the economy. But, well, we'll get to it later.

Raw resources, done. Two more to go.

Transformed goods (henceforth TG for simplicity) ! They are everywhere and they make up the bulk of international trade. Phone parts ? TGs. Flour ? TG, mostly. Tires ? Eyup, TGs. Radars ? TG. Ink? Oh you bet it's a TG.

So, what would be the aim of tarriffs on TGs? Protecting national industry, giving it room to develop or maybe even forcing multinationals to relocate/create the industry inside the country.

So, TGs are where globalization starts clashing really, really bad with tarriffs. Because you see, with globalization, there's been a global dispatching of production facilities. So you'll have part A that's produced in Italy with resources from Greece, part B that's made in Australia with Indonesian resources, part C that's made in Brazil with stuff from Zambia, etc.

the funky stuff happens when you need to combine parts A and C in a US plant, but then have to send the result over to Mexico to weld part B on top. And then you have to get it back into the US. Double tarrifs, you say? Yepperino, my dear student, double tarrifs. On this incredibly simplified exemple. Imagine what that looks like when there's 3 or 4 more parts involved.

At that point the question is : is it cheaper to pay the tarriff conga line or to just send the US parts of the production line overseas ?

"That sounds like the opposite of the stated goal" you say, with the blazé impassivity of someone that saw it coming a hundred miles away. Yes, yes it does. That's why tarriffs have to be manipulated very, very carefully, especially on transformed goods and intermediate steps of the production process, because it can stack up real fast, real bad.

Sometimes though, paying the tarriff conga line IS the better option, especially for sensitive processes that require a well-trained workforce with in-depth theoretical knowledge of very specific fields and access to training for cutting-edge machines, which is only found in the United Staaaaa ... what do you mean, Europe ?

So yeah, very sensitive, tarriff with care. And in either case, expect cost increases, which WILL be recouped with increased sale prices, leading to a domino effect.

And now, the finished products. The end of the line. The consumer targeted stuff. What you buy online and in shops.

What's the aim of tarriffs here ? Same as before, protect native industry, give it room to develop and force multinationals to relocate the production plant into the country.

At this level, you'll see similar considerations as with the TGs, with one tiny added funky detail : the costs of the two previous steps pile up here. Indeed, the tarriffs on TGs and raw ressources are liable to eat up the profit margins of the finished products, and since profit margins are sacred and must be preserved at all costs, well the simple solution is to simply increase the price of the end product in proportion to the other cost increases. And that means shit costs more for people.

"Well, that's awful" you say, and you are right. But we're getting started. It's time for another trip through early 2000s deviantart, say it with me : INFLATION !!! Except instead of your favourite character being turned into a balloon, we're talking about the content of your wallet losing value. And it's going to hit every industry that has to suffer those tarriffs. At which point the entirety of society faces a dillemma : do we increase salaries accross the board (with the associated widespread price increases) or are we chill with a global reduction in the amount of shit people can buy ?

And that's where it starts getting funky (derogatory, fear inducing), because if enough industries are hit with tarriffs, either choice is bad.

Increase salaries ? You speed up inflation and reduce confidence in your money, making exports admitedly more interesting but imports far less so, and when you are a globalized economy where there are imports everywhere at various levels, it gets spiky really fast.

Going the "tough luck fucko" route ? Well first off, rude, second off : congratulations, you are reducing the overall economic activity in your country, creating unemployment and poverty, reducing confidence in your economy and, if things go really, really poorly, starting a recession (WHOOOOO!!! Who wants to sleep under a bridge ?).

Now, is this a doomer prophecy ? No. No it's not. We have to keep in mind that systems, including economic systems, can adjust their course after starting in a new direction. It's rather unlikely that everything will consistently go bad in the worst way possible. But.

A lot of that is dependant on precision political decision-making, and the person soon-to-be in charge of these decisions in the USA has made it clear that he does not intend to listen to outside opinions or do precision. And considering his last go at it, I believe him. So I'm not optimistic. I don't think the US economy will collapse, that would be absurd, but I don't see the US having a good time either.

It's going to be very, very complicated, and it will depend a LOT on what fields are actually affected, in what proportions, etc.

And keep in mind, I haven't even talked about retaliatory tarriffs (from the people whose products you put tarriffs on). Or political tensions inside the US, that's something I don't feel qualified to talk about. Or the non-economic effects on geopolitics. Or the effects on the global economy.

If I had to make a prediction, I would guess that quite a few production lines will be reorganized to either have long stretches inside the USA or to be entirely divorced from them for as long as possible. Some products may become economically non-viable when it comes to the USA. Some US companies may find themselves no longer economically viable due to reliance on tarriff-affected outside goods and resources. It's hard to guess how large the impact will be, but there WILL be an impact, and most of it will likely be felt by the USA. Because tarriffs aren't paid on expedition, they're paid on reception.

So, as a French, all I can say is : bonne chance.

[peachsayshi]

satoru cries over every little thing his baby does. his eyes water when they clasp their tiny hand around his pinky. he sniffles when he listens to the newborn squeaks and hiccups. sheds a tear when his baby leaves those big open mouth kisses on his cheek, or tries to gnaw at the tip of his nose. such a precious thing trying to make sense of this big world, with the only understanding of the love they have for you and their father. and satoru loves, loves being a dad.

[nyxi-pixie]

saw an ai hater on tiktok say she doesnt feel threatened by ai bc ultimately art is made by freaks passionate enough about something to make something of it, and humans are weird and we cant help wanting more of each other. AND THATS SO. ahhhdiif art, always, no matter how serious or deep or carefully crafted, Always as an honest expression of humanity, as a real reflection of the shit going on in its creators head, and those reflections of a person inevitably being some flavour of weird bc thats just . human. and we crave that!! we need it!! and ai cant recreate that because it cant do anything new or genuine. something something we are a ceaselessly lonely species and theres no connection quite like the one we find in eo

[the-kr8tor]

It's currently nov 1st here so I'm happy ( and a bit sad) to say that Octobie is done and is such a major success!! The whole month felt like atsv was first released back then!

Thank you all so much for participating, whether it's by making Hobie fanarts, fics, headcanons, banners and everything under the sun, I thank you for making this event possible and much more memorable!!! I'd also like to thank the people who interacted with those Hobie works! We couldn't have done it without your reblogs and much needed support ❤️

I'm incredibly proud to be a part of a very talented fandom!! See you next year for Octobie'25! 🥂🎉

(As always, the octobie masterlist is in my nav and if you haven't finished an octobie work in time, you can still submit it if you want! It's better late than never!)

[witchstone]

you really will be struggling with an unknown problem and get cheerfully told that your blood tests are perfect and "you don't have to worry!" well no. not really. it just means we still don't know what it is

[unforth]

So weird to me when people assume a story told on the internet is made up. Like in some contexts, like reddit, sure maybe I guess, but like random anecdotes shared on Tumblr? Or in the case of what prompted this, Bluesky? Why would anyone do this? Clout? Who the fuck would want clout on either of those platforms? All clout does is make weird joyless trollworms wriggle out of their subterranean losertunnels to say oH yOu MaDe ThAt Up like there is literally no upside to doing this who would make shit up just to have this experience?

[parad-ice-lostandfound]

Prompt: Just some things about the Ramshackle Prefect and Scarabia's vice-housewarden <3

Pairing: Jamil Viper × Yuu / Gn!Reader

Genre: Fluff mostly, a little bit of angst

TW: NA (for now, please let me know if I should add trigger warnings and for what ^^)

Jamil is no stranger to looks of awe and envy. A large part of it is owed to his status as a servant of the Asim family, as well as being Kalim's closest friend and retainer. But when the Prefect looks at him, they look at him in awe of his skills. Of how he expertly manages to tackle every obstacle Kalim unwittingly puts in his way. Of how his hands work quickly and efficiently in the kitchen as he stirs and mixes and makes food for the entirety of Scarabia. Of how he manages to give his best (despite the limitations set upon him by his status) in everything he does. For them, his status as a servant matters little; his hardwork is seen for what it is, and appreciated genuinely.

Jamil takes good care of his looks. As Kalim's retainer, he is required to look after his appearance, lest even the slightest of mistakes bring scrutiny upon the Asim family. The gold trinkets braided into his hair are a symbol of his status and servitude, of pride and resentment, yet he finds that resentment slowly die down as the Prefect plays with the accessories, batting at them with all the curiosity and wonder of a little kitten. His voicing of the fact only gets him a playful pout from them, which leaves him a little weak in the knees and a little short of breath. He thanks his lucky stars that they are both sitting on his bed, for surely his traitorous legs would have given away underneath him had he been standing.

Jamil stays up at night, quite a lot. His responsibilities do not end when the Asim heir finally falls asleep; for some reason, they seem to increase. Between his own studying, making rounds of the dorm so that no unruly dorm members (or housewardens) sneak off in the middle of the night, and countless other tasks, it is a miracle that he even gets time to rest his ever watchful eyes. Yet he smiles each time the Prefect stumbles over to him, half-asleep as they tug at his arms and mumble that he needs to sleep and that they are not taking no for an answer (not that he would say no to such an adorable request) and goes along with what they say.

Jamil is not one to bare his heart to just anybody. It takes time and dedication to peel back all his layers, his self doubt, to truly get him to speak about everything and anything that is bothering him. Yet sometimes, sometimes things are too difficult to talk about, and Jamil is too tired to think about them. So when the Prefect opens their arms, inviting him in their soft and safe embrace, he obliges with a soft murmur that is his thanks to them. They rub his back, and Jamil cannot stop himself from melting under their wordless yet tender care, holding onto his beloved Prefect with all the strength he can muster in that moment.

Jamil is very perceptive; very little misses his keen gaze. He sees how each incident the Prefect invariably gets roped into takes away a little part of them. The light in their eyes is a little dimmer each time they meet his, and their smiles a little more forced as they gently turn down his enquiries about their health. Each matter resolved, each overblot fought saps their energy and shakes their will, and Jamil knows it is only a matter of time before they fall down like a house of cards. He can see them working themself to the bone, running on fumes and sheer determination to save all those who had endeared themselves to the Prefect. So he insists, borderline begging even, to take care of them. Even for just one day, one hour. He just wants to be there for them, the way they always are for him.

Jamil shows his care in subtle ways in public. Carrying an extra lunch for the Prefect, sitting next to them in class, helping them with their studies, all these are ways he shows his favor to them. In private, he whispers declarations of love and devotion to them, reveling in how flustered they get even as his own heart thumps loudly inside his chest. He stumbles over his words when they carefully hold one of his braids up to their lips, leaving a kiss on the dark strands while maintaining eye contact with him; a silent declaration more powerful and potent than any of his teasing words.

[tinyxgoddessx]

SOMEONE TELL ME NOT TO DYE MY HAIR ALL BLACK! I am in need of a change and I don’t have the money to go get my hair done currently but I do have black hair dye under my sink…

I won’t do it but fuck I need a change soon or I’m gonna snap and do it

[hitohitonika]

help i cant stop sketching these two cornballs

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

miles via ig stories 31/10/23 🤍

bonus:

[edwardallenpoe]

You know you're down bad when you get emotional bc you imagine buying grocieries for your future kitchen with her