#boyyyyyy

[road-to-my-heart-is-dawn]

me...me too 👀

I needed this for uh.. science. 

[gabrielllas]

colin you nasty little FREAKKKKK

is offended that penelope suggested he buy sweets so no one thinks they’re talking

asks if she has an attraction to another man

STARES AT HER WITH COMPLETE LUST AS SHE LICKS HER FINGERS

THEN AS HE EATS A SNACK HE THINKS ABOUT THE MOMENT THAT JUST HAPPENED

HES SO OBSESSED😭

[chanstopher]

🐺🫧240729

[blamemma]

(x)

[dollya-robinprotector]

I didn't believe in those corny smut scenarios where character accidentally stripping their clothes while sleeping, conveniently while lying next to their love interest. I believed that's impossible.

...Until today I did it myself. Luckily I slept alone.

[djarinvettel]

more hunter hand to hand combat?? they knew we’d eat up last weeks and said here’s dessert

[emotional-support-carbuncle]

WIP Wednesday

-laughing hysterically- the writer's block is bROKEN

He sees the exact moment that her heart starts to break.

Her eyes — such a strange shade now, white and glowing around the edges, lingering effects of the Light that had nearly consumed her — harden and her face falls. Her shoulders droop as a shaky sigh trips and falls from her lips. 

His heart lurches in his chest, an ache so familiar that it feels as if he has felt it a thousand times before; and, indeed, he likely has. A hundred years of serving a world not his own, of leading a people all in the hopes of making a tiny mark on the beautiful, wonderful tapestry that is the story of her life, had seen him live through more heartache than any one man ever should. Though he had been surrounded by many desperate souls that he’d come to care for deeply, none of them knew him for who he was — and that, in itself, lent itself to the ache of isolation.

And oh, how he’d dreamt, in those dark, quiet moments all alone in those cold, unforgiving crystal walls, of the day she would finally be within arm’s reach once more.

Dreams of laughter that he’d long forgotten the exact timber of. Dreams of long, raven hair like silk and wine-dark eyes that glittered in the evening sun like perfectly cut rubies laid in ivory. Of lips pink and full like a spring peach, that formed words just as sweet. 

Many of his dreams were of nothing more than sitting with her somewhere warm and listening to her talk. About nothing, about everything, about whatever she wanted. He knew more than most what a position of authority does to the heart, the heaviness and loneliness it brings. He dreamt of easing that ache for her in any way he could, being the shoulder she likely so desperately needed in a world where everyone expected her to hold the entire sky aloft each and every day.

But — it was never — he’d never thought —

There had been other dreams. Other, more untoward dreams. Despite the outward appearances, he’d still been a man of flesh and bone. There had been dreams of soft skin and clutching fingers. Of gasping breaths and lips and tongues and teeth. The sound of his name on her tongue — the delight of being the one to give her one of the world’s oldest, simplest pleasures. Of holding her in his arms and loving her, deeply and intimately and unendingly, until they were both shaking and laughing and utterly spent.

He’d always woken from those dreams sweaty and sticky and full of shame, guilt-ridden over dreaming of her in such a way. She belonged to someone else, surely, and he wasn’t — he was nothing comparatively — he couldn’t —

But here they are.

Here they are, standing in a familiar hallway in Old Sharlayan. She’s dressed in not much more than a large pajama shirt, leaning enticingly against her door. Apparently unaware, or perhaps simply uncaring, of the way his eyes are drawn to the baring of skin where her top has fallen eschew — where the neck of the too-big shirt has slipped to bare her shoulder. His speech about helping her shoulder her burdens feels quite hollow now as she looks up at him pleadingly, biting at her lower lip as the hope that had glittered in those startling, starlight eyes dissolved into a puddle at their feet.

[zaiinab]

pls pls tell me he didn’t actually follow her the exact same day we found out they broke up 😭

[babythegod]

AALIYAH

[k-kizkhalifa]

episode 7—

ya know, i’m live blogging again so bare with this. i only vaguely remember this episode. i think this is the ferris wheel one??

okay misaki FREAKING OUT about rather he is lovers with Usagi. Boy i know you’re 18, and dumb, but i mean waaaake up.

the way he brings it up, as Usagi is trying to get it in.. LMFAO. “what’s lovers to you?”

usagi really hit him with: this bitch. tf else you want?

i’m cryyyying.

i know misaki is a sulky angst guy and usagi is too school for cool (tm) but him saying: “on the contrary i wore this because it’s you” has my HEART SHATTERING.

not misaki STUFFING his face on the date. honestly, same.

isaka shoot your shot but not with usagi. usagi isn’t playing your game mister “jsut be mine” he gonna kick your ASSSSSSS BROOO.

TEH FErRIS WHEEL! i don’t remember why this scene is so important but i remember it is… OOOH YEAH MISAKI TELLING USAGI HE KNOWS HIM BEST. (could have done without usagi saying “imma make love to you” please baby don’t say that)

also lol at misaki falling in love and then promptly falling right tf out.

oh misaki don’t leave your BOYFRIEND

[nedeljkovicsaysno]

“The best player in the game” when Sidney Patrick Crosby exists. Can yall not

[ghoulibrat]

Got me feelin butterflies in my pussy

[retroxvailles]

“Well, you’re not exactly cut out for domestic bliss either.”

ohhh boy who’s gonna tell s3 five and lila about season four 😭

Five unknowingly tapping right into Lila's biggest insecurity & Lila reacting to it by suggesting he could work on his tone - for anonymous

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY 3x04 'Kugelblitz'

[malumxsubest]

“make me.” 🫣

meme here - x

it was quiet as his two little words hung in the air, with an exception of the powerful bass reverberating against the walls of her secluded office. after swallowing the sip of rum, amelia carefully placed the glass cup delicately onto the table, using her pinky for support. a subtle smile formed on her lips as the woman rose from her seat and confidently made her way over towards him, her dark unwavering green eyes fixed on levi. once she stood before him, amelia rotated the chair to face her, effectively caging him in his seat by placing her hands on the cushioned armrests. her stiletto-shaped nails curled steadily around them as she leaned in, bringing their faces close together. her dark, wine-colored hair curtained the profiles of their faces in a captivating manner. she spoke in a commanding tone, " do you really want me to make you do what I've asked of you? "

she lifted a lithe hand, fingers dared to brush some of his hair away from his face and carefully tucked them behind his ear; ensuring there was no direct skin contact. all while holding firm eye contact. honestly it seemed she had a desire to devour him whole with the way she was staring him; pupils slowly consuming her irises. " i guess i will make you considering you're being a goddamn brat tonight. " pulling back as she straightened herself, amelia swiftly snatched his wrist into her grasp and effortlessly tugged him out of the seat. she led him out of her office and into one of the private rooms provided by her nightclub.

if only levi had behaved, she would have gifted him a permanent room in her establishment. but he fucked it all up with his bratty behaviour. once they reached the room, amelia immediately unlocked it with the master key and pushed the black door open, pulling him along with her. after confirming that the door was securely shut and locked, the ' vampire ' forcefully pushed the guitarist onto his back onto the soft, silken sheets of the bed with just a few strides into the dimly lit room.

thankfully she wore simple black heels for tonight. she slipped them off of her feet effortlessly before she crawled up along his body until she was situated directly on his lap. the dress she wore for the night had dangerously ridden up, inching close to her hips as she pinned his down. her hands were quick to press both of his hands above his head, seizing them firmly with one hand as the other cascaded down, coming to rest flat against his chest, directly over his heart.

amelia head hovered directly over his, her long hair pooling over her shoulders to the sides of face and neck. her smile exuded of sinful allure as she lowered her face even closer, allowing their noses to briefly brush against each other in an intimate manner. " now, i believe we need a safe word, right? i'd say the word will be red... now, be a good boy and tell me what the safe word is. i want to know if you're actually listening. "

@daevilhorns

[chanstopher]

you have a smile that every star in the galaxy copied

[obisamya]

Isaac Mcadoo has never taken a penalty in his entire career. This is madness from 18 yards. TED LASSO, 3.12