#born 2024

[pppuffin]

i may like starlo a bit

[sickknotdoom]

me rambling about morally gray internalized bigot doom for 4 minutes

[wherethewildthingsbeen]

meet: Waddles The Groundhog!

wildness: 🦫🦫🦫🦫/10

born: Spring of 2024

cuteness: awkward and precious; wee bébé

talks: Yes!

He’s a talker. A big talker. Says, “mop mop mop mop mawwwwp map map map.” See wide open “mawwwwp” above in 1st photo.

markings:

White bar across nose. Uniformly tawny gray body. Ears have white only around the very edges. Cheeks have white bar beginning under eyes extending past ears toward back of head (see 2nd photo). Has little divot on spine between shoulders, as if from fur being rubbed off.

spotted: July 2024

He’s the first groundhog who has EVER been bold enough to leave the tree line when I’m visible, let alone coming all the way up on my patio! I first saw him with only his head and neck visible from inside the seed bin, and I almost expired from the cuteness.

under grill deciding if I’m safe

[suzakus-canon-wife]

JJK Tumblr is about to fucking pop off when everyone wakes up lol

[aliettali]

skilltober day 7: volition

[ellenhenryart]

(via "Wood Dragon Year of the Dragon 2024" Magnet for Sale by ellenhenry)

[amid-fandoms]

nun this priest that what about THEM

[paintedimagery]

Remy was genuinely so funny in this movie, so happy to see him on the big screen

[newwavesylviaplath]

lana del rey (and billie eilish!) at coachella '24

[jediwizard]

HAPPY PRIDE YA'LL

[needypisces]

there's only so much a body can work out, a body can do

Art Donaldson was exhausted.

He was playing tennis for hours a day, exams were coming up, and with Patrick calling from a new time zone every week, he was barely getting any sleep. Even sliding facedown onto the bed next to you offered little relief for his aching muscles.

You let out a sympathetic cluck at his frustrated sigh, dropping your book and winding a hand into his shaggy hair to scratch reassuringly at his scalp. “Poor baby,” you said. “You’re wound up way too tight.”

He didn’t reply, but you could hear his exhale into the mattress. “You need to relax.” You continued, twisting a loose curl around your finger.

“I’m not so good at that.” He admitted in a muffled voice.

“You just need some help.” You paused for a moment, eyeing the tension in his shoulders, the slight arch of his back. “Why don’t you lie down?”

Art tilted his chin up to look at you. “I am lying down.”

“On your back.”

He scanned your eyes briefly before obeying, shirt riding up his toned stomach in the process. “Like this?”

“Yeah, just like that.” You agreed. You sat beside him and he shifted slightly to maintain better eye contact, bringing up an arm to rest behind his head. The movement drew your gaze to his taut bicep, and you couldn’t resist bending down to bite it, just barely hard enough to sting.

You smiled into Art’s skin at his surprised inhale, but you were the one caught off guard when his other arm swept you seamlessly into his lap.

“Hey!” You said, sitting up straight. “Hands to yourself.” He pouted, hand still gripping your hip, but you weren’t joking. When you started to lift yourself off, he caved.

“Okay, I’m sorry.” He said, propping himself up with both arms now. “You’re in charge.”

“Don’t forget it.” You warned. He watched, chastised, as you dropped your own hands to the hem of his shirt, pulling it up until it bunched at his collarbone. Then, finally, you leaned down to kiss him.

Art was a needy kisser, always waiting for you to guide him, chasing your mouth with his own any time you tried to pull back, whimpering when you licked at the inside of his mouth. You loved kissing him, loved how much it worked him up. He was still a teenage boy, after all.

Once you could feel him properly hard beneath you, you began to descend, teeth scraping his jawbone, his collarbone, his nipple, followed soothingly by your tongue each time. Art’s abdomen was tense beneath your mouth as you pressed open-mouthed kisses to his ribs, his navel, his hips.

The tip of his cock was already sticky when you pulled down his boxers and grasped him in your fist, and you wasted no time in leaning down to tongue his slit. Normally you’d tease him much longer, make him beg, but right now, you just wanted to make him feel better. Art could hardly believe his luck.

You pumped the base of him with one hand and cupped his balls with the other as you suckled at his head. A whine escaped from high in the back of Art’s throat, and it only encouraged you to swallow more of him down.

“Oh,” he gasped, hips bucking into your mouth. “Fuck, please, please.” You moved a hand to rub his thigh reassuringly, a wordless promise, and lowered yourself further until your nose nestled against his pelvis. Art was panting desperately above you, the noises so sweet you couldn’t stop yourself from grinding down against his leg. He moaned at the feeling of your wetness, which only spurred you on more. For a while, the only sounds in the room were your slurps and gags against Art's cries.

Before long, you could feel the familiar signs of his impending orgasm, and you popped off. It took Art a moment too long to comprehend that you were speaking, too mesmerized by the string of drool connecting you to his dick.

“Where do you want to come, baby?” You asked again, hand continuing your work. “Hmm?”

“Is this a trick question?” He asked between shallow breaths.

You couldn’t help but laugh, and Art’s chest flushed pink. “No.” You promised, ducking to mouth at his balls. “Anywhere you want. Do you want to come in my mouth? On my face, or on my tits?” His face was beautifully unforgettable when you glanced up, eyes dazed and cheeks glowing as he tried to form a thought. “Come on, princess, use your words.”

At that, Art’s cock twitched in your grasp and you took him back into your mouth, tongue working at the underside. “On your face,” he finally said above you, and your stomach swelled. “Wanna come on your face.”

“Okay, baby,” you murmured. “Anything for you.” You pulled off long enough to soak two fingers in your spit, simultaneously gulping him back down and pressing the pads of your fingers behind his balls. Art clenched down and let out a strangled moan as you rubbed over his hole. You teased him with the tip of a finger, nudging at the muscle but not quite penetrating him, soaking up the mewls that fell from his mouth.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna- you’re gonna make me come,” he panted. His thighs were quivering; he was so close, the tension ready to drain from his body. You gave an encouraging hum, swallowing around his cock, and Art’s gasp broke into a sob as he came. You kept him in your mouth for a moment, letting yourself swallow just a little before pulling off to let him splatter onto your face. Art’s whimpers were delicious as he watched himself coat your swollen lips, your long lashes.

“Good boy,” you cooed, fist still working his cock even as he began to flinch from the overstimulation. “That’s it, does that feel better?”

Art’s head was tipped back as he struggled to catch his breath, but even still, his eyes refused to move from the mess on your face. You kept your eyes on his as you lowered your mouth once more, lapping at the dribble of cum down his cock. He started to whine in protest, it was too much, but you took pity and let him go, rocking back on your heels.

“So much better,” he whispered. “That felt so good, I needed it, thank you."

“Good.” You said, licking your lips. “That’s what I like to hear.”

[xosiren]

ᴛᴇᴍꜱ ᴀᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴅᴇʙᴜᴛ ᴀʟʙᴜᴍ “ʙᴏʀɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪʟᴅ” ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ɪɴ ʟᴀɢᴏꜱ, ɴɪɢᴇʀɪᴀ

[orderforbrian]

@jonmartinweek Day 1 - first kiss | season 1

do you guys remember that poll where we all debated what moment martin realized he had a crush on jon and vice versa? well i bet my money on martin falling hard and fast (and reluctantly i must add) during this prime jon 'i may be stupid' sims moment

[chupet]

"2019" "six years later" "august 8 2024" when the umbrella academy writers destroyed their own show they also forgot how to count ???

[tahopo]

we truly regressed when people started buying into the genderbending is inherently transphobic thing. yeah that twelve year old being inquisitive and having fun on deviantart was your enemy all along.

[livsmessydoodles]

*waves this in front of u like catnip in front of a cat* pspspsppspsps