#but these are some of my favourites 🫶

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

Fontaines D.C. + being cute as fuck with dogs

[feketeribizli]

i stand with my cancelled wife etc etc

[doctorsiren]

Meet the people of Woodward Ranch! To most West Virginians, the place is just a normal animal sanctuary, but to those in the know, it’s a cryptid conservation ranch :)

Wyatt Woodward is the grandson of the man who used to own the ranch (I haven’t figured out that guy yet so…). His grandfather passed and left the ranch to Wyatt in his will, despite Wyatt only having met the man once or twice when he was little. Now he’s tasked with running the place, as well as grappling with the reality that monsters, cryptids, and the supernatural are very very much real

Lucy Lovejoy is a farmhand / wrangler on the ranch. She grew up living there and is miffed that Wyatt was given ownership. She believes she’s entitled to it because she actually knows the place and Wyatt didn’t even believe in the supernatural until he came to the ranch

Dr. Herschel Finch is the ranch’s science boy (that’s probably not the official title) and he does his magic + science stuff to keep the ranch safe as well as be the resident cryptid expert. He’s very chaotic neutral and would probably kill someone…yknow…for science! Nobody really quite knows his history, despite him telling lots of strange backstories about his past.

Denny is a feral little orphan werewolf girl that lives on the ranch and has deemed it her home. She causes trouble for Wyatt because he’s easy to mess with, but she’s also the one (other than the Mothman) who sees him as family the fastest

The Mothman is one of the cryptids who regularly stays at the ranch. He was Wyatt’s grandfather’s favourite, and so Wyatt quickly becomes the new favourite of the Mothman. Just look at him �� he’s so,,,🫶

Bonus:

Cryptoria is Finch’s ex-wife. Nobody on the ranch has actually met her, but Finch’s reasoning for why they got divorced was that “she was evil”. They question why he didn’t take that into account when marrying a literal demon, and also why that was the dealbreaker, seeing as he’s not one to be opposed to some evil from time to time, but he doesn’t elaborate. He does explain, however, that she tried to kill him. Despite that, he also actively laments the relationship, clearly missing his hot demon wife. Cryptoria divorced HIM because she found him annoying. They’re soooo toxic for each other. They’re the kind of exes that simultaneously hate each other but would totally make out again if they had the chance.

[randomminty]

IDK if you do requests or not, but your art is super cute and I'd love to see more Cynthias from you, such as her exploring some old but cozy island ruins, or her stumbling upon a secluded beach and taking a relaxing walk, or even another doodle dump. (sorry Cynthia's just so cool and you draw her so well!!)

AW THANK YOU….. ofc who am i to turn down an opportunity to draw more cynthia

[gen4grl]

i bought leaks, butter, bananas and bean jam jelly!

[pureomi]

hello puri <3 how are you this week?

sjsjs i see you popping off with your newer writing and im so happy ur getting the recognition you deserve! 🍀

RUMIII CUTIE HAIII!! >0< you’re such a sweetheart ily and your fics so much mwah

i hope you’re doing well! lemme know if anything fun is going on for you 😼

[bootleg-cal-weathers]

CARSTOBER BABY!!

just found out about it so here are the first 3 days in one post

Day 1

Day 2

Day 3

[commandertartarsmoocher]

HELLOOO, I discovered your blog yesterday and I just wanted to thank you for all the laughs and great content. I'm glad to see there are still active accounts appreciating the silly phone after all this time. 😭💞

Also, that one post with the unconventional Commander Tartar ships such as Tartar x Callie, Marie, Captain 3, etc, made me really happy because I enjoy redeemed Tartar x adult agent 8 and most people are reluctant to the idea of a redemption AU where he fixes his relationship with the Squidbeak Splatoon (which is okay!! I understand why it can make them unconfortable, but liking it can get a bit lonely sometimes, so it's always great to find people that respect it and are okay with it). :]

I also love your art and Commander Tartar design, as well as your vision of the professor!! Take care and have a very nice day. <33

I am finally responding to this after plenty of days have passed and I want to apologize for being so late 😔🙏 seriously, I am so sorry, dear anon.

💖 Wowie! What's this?! 💖

This is such a sweet message and rereading it makes me feel all giddy and joyous! Idek how to fully express my feelings 😭🫶 aaaa

I'm seriously overjoyed to have recieved such lovely words 😭💖💖💖

Thank you so much, kind anon, I appreciate it very much! Like super duper much!

I hope that you'll have a great weekend full of wonderful things coming your way :o] <3

[pardonmydelays]

AHHHHHHH GREEN FOLKMORE DRESS

hsehuehdheuduhebe GREEN FOLKMORE DRESS INDEED, I LITERALLY DIED CAUSE YOU GUYS WERE MANIFESTING AND IT WORKED!!!

[pmpwbrrs]

Idk if you've already answered something like this (or if you're ok w/ them, sorry if not) but what program/app do you use alongside brushes? Very incredibly tasty stuff ^_^ & also, better question I think since it needs to be asked more often: what type of music you listen to?

Hii <3 i love answering such questions. I love questions in general. And thank you!

i mainly use these brushes.

Sadly i don't have eng version on hand, but it just says that everything in red is inconsistent and I can change it a bit while i work. Also it says that the brush might look different if you use a really big canvas or a really small one. If you want the brush to look like mine, then note that i usually go for ~ 1280x720 canvas.

Regarding music.. I'm not really knowledgeable about genres. But i really like heavy metal and screams when I'm in the mood! Like slipknot or system of a down. And... Whatever KATAMARI has going on? I guess this is breakcore..... Also i like rock, indie rock, like Mother Mother, MSI, the front bottoms, etc

And i enjoy speedcore songs(Rebzyyx, goreshit), fast songs with a bunch of noise and general mess and often times stupid lyrics

But i also like calmer stuff, usually indie.. and electronic?? Sometimes pop music. Jack Stauber, Jack conte, Lemon Demon.. Cosmo Sheldrake, Scary Jokes, Sodikken

I'm easily sold to a song if it has some funky or weird sounds and unusual lyrics, and/or a story to tell. Or yelling. Or if it's really fast and maybe with stupid lyrics. Or it has something i find special ...or if i just find it good lol

Again, i don't really know genres, i just know the names of people whose songs i like, or just names of songs <3 thanks for asking!

[arthursfuckinghat]

I remembered seeing a while back that your horse Weetabix was named after cereal, so I had to look it up because I was curious (never heard of this brand, it's not available where I'm from lol) and I just bought some impulsively. So please tell me, how do you enjoy your Weetabix? Because it definitely looks pretty different from the cereal I'm used to!

Oh you're so sweet, I'm glad you asked!! Weetabix on its own is quite plain, but my favourite things to add are honey and a bit of cinnamon! Fruit also goes with it very well since it's a wheat-based cereal, full of fibre and vitamins! If you like sweet things, then a bit of sugar sprinkled on top is nice too <3

[missallblues]

intro thing or whatever

I plan to be a lil more active since it’s quieter here for me and I think it will do me some good ☝️☝️

anyway hi my name is Ernie , 21 , he/him lesbo, my likes vary from one piece to most manga (more specifically ones that cover into psychology horror -> I like fucked up families) , im semi a visual novel fan too so i will post sometimes about that as well 🫶 (there are plans to read umineko however idk when exactly that will be)

Because of my interests my discussions and likes will delve into the more unsavoury stuff they are all tagged (either with example: tw: incest or cw: incest) however if you want my untagged 🔞 blog please dm me!

Hope anybody enjoys their stay and my posts bring something to the table!

Have a nice day ❤️

special shout out to my girlfriend Mar he’s not on here but I’m doing it anyway cause I love him ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[deepestdelulu]

Girly Comfort Movies

Little collection of my favourite comfort movies (take with a grain of salt lol) <3

Legally Blonde (1 and 2)

the devil wears Prada

The Princess Diaries (1 and 2)

Little Woman

Clueless

Mean Girls (1 and 2)

Pride & Prejudice

Roman Holiday

Uptown girls

Marie-Antoinette

The Virgin Suicide

10 things I hate about you

Lady Bird

Jennifer’s Body

how to lose a guy in 10 days

American Psycho

A Cinderella Storie

Emma

Watching the detectives

La La Land

Peters to Juliette

Bling Ring

Fight Club

Dead poets society

13 going 30

The Notebook

Breakfast at Tiffanys

Sex and the city

Dear John

The breakfast club

Mamma Mia

Monte Carlo

Black Swan

Girl Interrupted

Pearl

Bridget Jones (ty @dionysus-drabbles 🫶🏻)

If you guys have any more suggestions and/or recommendations (maybe some shows and series as well!!), please feel free to share them with me in the comments!! <33

[luveline]

grumpy hotch x pregnant reader where he is just having an off day and the team calls reader in to deal with him and as soon she arrives in his office he just holds her and her belly as she scratches his scalp omg 🥹😭🫶🏻

You’re lounging in your husband's favourite chair with a book and an ice cold soda in your hand when your phone rings. You almost knock your tooth out pulling it up to your face without looking, wanting it to be Aaron, knowing it probably won’t be. Maternity leave can be excruciatingly boring. 

“Hello?” you ask. Your book slides down your bump. You pull it back up. 

“Hi, mom.”  

You grin to yourself. “Hi, Emily. Please tell me you’re calling because you miss me and you know I have cabin fever.” 

“I’m calling because someone misses you.” Her ire tone is unmissable and ever endearing. “I do miss you, I can’t wait for you to have your stinking baby and come back to work.” 

“That would be fun, right? We’ll get Hotch on paternity leave.” 

“It’s him I’m calling about.” 

“Is he okay?” you ask. You know if he were injured she would’ve mentioned that first. You’re not so scared of his being grumpy. 

“Moody as ever. I can’t believe I’m asking you to, but would you consider coming in for lunch? I’ll send a car, no walking, but he could really use it. He’s been biting off heads all morning.” Emily laughs down the line. “You’re the only one who can cheer him up.” 

It’s not true, but you are usually the quickest. You bid Emily goodbye with a promise to be there soon and get dressed, with no choice but to wear some maternity pants and a peplum blouse. Any excuse to see your haggard husband is one you’ll take. 

You look at your bump and you love the baby in there, but it feels weird sometimes to see yourself differently. If Aaron weren’t as nice about it as he is, you would’ve broken down by now; he’s sussed many breakdowns before they could begin, kissed fingertips and collars promising you’re just as pretty as always. And it’s reassuring, but it isn’t pretty that worries you. You’re a genuine walking beach ball right now. 

The car Emily promises is none other than Anderson himself. “He’s bullying you?” you ask him. 

He doesn’t say yes or no, but his smile is enough of a clue. You can’t get to the BAU quick enough (though you’re slower these days), pushing open the glass door with a tired sign. 

Spencer comes across you first by coincidence. “Hey!” he says, ushering you in for a hug, his cup of coffee hot behind your shoulder. “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be resting.” 

“He’s in a mood,” you say. Not without fondness. 

Spencer grimaces. “Sort of.” 

Emily attacks you from the side. “Thank god you’re here! I think he just told Morgan to go fuck himself,” she says under her breath. 

She’s just saying it to make you laugh, and it works. It’s vaguely out of character, but if you know Emily, you know she has a crass, often dirty-minded side, and it’s been a while since you’ve heard her swear. You’re still giggling when the door you’d been making your way to opens. 

Aaron emerges with an expression half bemusement and half confusion. “Honey?” 

“My love,” you say, too quiet for him to properly hear, but he can read lips just fine. 

He rushes in a very gentlemanly display down the steps to help you up them, but you’d only been going up them to see him, and you stop at the foot of them with your hand raised to his elbow. “Hey, handsome.” 

“What’s wrong?” he asks. 

“Nothing. Just missed you, wanted to have dinner, and I figured you couldn’t say no. You know.” You touch your tummy. “Considering.” 

He peers suspiciously past your head. “Yeah?” 

You look where he’s looking, find Emily and Spencer not so subtly turned away. You laugh again, pleased when the sound makes him smile. “Come on. Take me to your office.” 

He puts a hand behind your shoulders and leads you upstairs to his office. There are papers strewn haphazard across the front of the desk, his briefcase open and muddled, his pen lost within the mess. You’re smug knowing he’d been knee deep in paperwork but abandoned it all when he heard you laughing, like he just couldn’t miss it. 

“Let me sit you down,” he says. 

“Woah, slow your roll. Why are you stressed?” 

He blinks at you. “There’s a lot to do?” 

“Sure, but why are you stressed about me? I can sit down by myself.” 

He must look at you for five whole seconds without saying a word, and the door’s not closed, there’s no answer to your question, and then he takes you into his arms for a hug. “I know you can,” he says. 

It’s admittedly hard to hug him with the bump between you. You worry you’re hurting him as your cheeks press together, crushing his shoulders under your hands. 

He usually asks first, but he knows by now that you’re two halves of the same heart, two sides of the same coin, his hand slipping between you both to nudge aside your shirt and feel your stomach. 

You close your eyes. 

“Rough day?” you ask. 

“A lot to do…” His face moves down into your neck. 

You know what he wants, moving your hand to the back of his head to thread your fingers into his hair. “I can fix it,” you say sympathetically, beginning a gentle scratch of your nails against his scalp. 

“How’s that?” 

“If I go into labour right now, you get a reprieve.” 

“Honey, in the most loving sense possible, you going into labour now would not be ideal.” 

“It’s gonna happen one day, babe. And you’re gonna be just as busy then. You need to take less on or–”

“No, I know.” 

His hand slides still under your shirt to your hip, encouraging you away from him, his eyes flitting up and down your figure, checking you over. You let your hand fall to his shoulder, fingertips interested in the starchy fabric of a new suit. 

“Thank you,” he says quietly, dipping down to give you a kiss. His eyes are dark, so close. “That helped. What can I get you for dinner?” 

You give a fond, pitying smile. You’re not gonna get him out of this office today, that’s for sure. “Half your sandwich, probably.” 

He kisses you again. You take it for a thank you. 

[hungharrington]

Thinking about Steve cumming quickly - like under 30 seconds of thrusting because he's just so in love with you he couldn't help it

He hides his face in your neck afterwards all embarrassed and you rub his back to bring him back down from the intensity of it all

To add to this - he also has certain triggers that make him cum immediately.

You say you love him, he cums. You scratch at his tummy/happy trail, he cums. You gently pull on his hair, he cums.

My apologies if these thoughts have already been given but it's all I've been thinking about this morning 😭😭

a most delicious ask i’ve been hoarding 🫶 i LOVE all these thoughts i’m sry i didn’t get to incorporate all of them !! is this hot? idk…. but it’s got sum love in it tehe MDNI this entire blog is 18+

Look, Steve Harrington doesn’t have his reputation for nothing, okay?

He’s a ladies man, through and through. He knows exactly what he’s doing with his hands, he loves getting his face in between a pair of thighs, and perhaps most importantly, he is not a minute man.

Steve Harrington has stamina.

At least, he certainly thought he did— but that was before you. But in his defense, nobody told him that sex is a hundred times better when you love the person. A thousand better if they love you back.

And, god, does he fucking love you.

You’re a dream— all laid out on the bed beneath him, chest bare and eyes soft and heavy. Your lips are sheened with spit and all kiss-bitten and Steve has no doubt he looks the same. Kissing you never gets old. His cock throbs, aching for some friction and just begging to be buried inside you.

“Well?” You say, somewhere between a tease and a breathy gasp. “What’re you waiting for?”

Your fingers slip into the waistband of your panties but Steve is quick to knock them away, replacing them with his own hands. He grins up at you, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“Can’t let you do my favourite part now, can I?”

You giggle. With that his fingers start to trail down your naval, slow and sensually, dragging the fabric with them. Your hips move to accommodate him and your breath hitches as he drags them down your thighs that part as he wrangles them off your ankles, inviting him in.

Steve nearly groans at the mere sight—a hot surge twisting in his tummy that goes straight to his cock. God, he must be losing blood with how much blood is rushing to harden it up. Or maybe he’s just too enamoured with you and that’s enough to make him breathless. Either way, he’s aching.

“God, baby,” He says, voice gravelly. “Just look at you.”

His hands shift up from grasping lightly at your ankles up, up, up, til he’s nudging your thighs apart further. His dark eyes flick up to your face, his expression one of hunger.

“Y’so pretty, honey,” He coos.

You flush, feeling somehow more naked at his compliment, knowing he’s being sincere. Reaching up, you drape your hand around his neck and urge him forward slowly, pressing up to scrape your lips against his.

“Oh, yeah?” You breathe, your lips twitching up at the obvious way Steve’s breath catches in his throat. “Which part of me’s so pretty?”

Steve chuckles, his gaze switching between your own and says, “All of you,” before he kisses you like he’s starved of the taste of you.

Breaking the kiss, he leans back and his hand disappears into his bedside table for a condom. He makes quick work of it, pausing to give himself a firm squeeze around the base as he does— fuck, he’s going to bust the moment he gets inside of you if he doesn’t take a moment.

But you’re so damn hot — and eyeing him with a heavy desire that makes his tummy hot. He’s not sure he can wait.

He shifts himself up and settles on his hands on your thigh, pushing it back further so he can line himself up and sink in tantalisingly slow. Your cunt is warm and wet, drawing a whiny moan from his throat, and Steve’s head drops into the curve of your shoulder in an instant.

“Fuck,” He hisses, hips flexing to hold back from pushing himself all the way in—a near impossible task considering the breathy little noise you make. God, fuck, fuck, he can’t move another inch or he’ll lose it. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” He gasps.

Your arms looped around his neck tighten, pressing your chest up against his as you make a noise of agreement. You begin to mouth lazily up his throat, feeling the throb of his cock between your legs like a heartbeat, burning hotter and hotter.

“Cmon, Steve,” you whisper, nibbling at his earlobe. Steve keens, his hips shoving forward bit more as he tries to contain himself. “Want you to fuck me,”

He makes another pitiful noise that he’d probably be embarrassed of if he wasn’t so gone. He follows your instructions quickly, shifting his hips so he can start slowing fucking into you. It’s lewd, soft wet noises sounding as he builds up a rhythm, sinking himself into you over and over. Pleasure drools through his gut.

“Stevie,” you pout, panting lightly. “Can’t— can’t see you,” You tug on his hair lightly, trying to encourage his face out of hiding but only succeeding in making him whimper. His cheeks burn hotly but he forces his face up, kissing along your jaw as he does.

His eyes crease open as he pulls back and Steve keens at the sight of you, his plush lips parting in a soft pant. Fuck, what was wrong with him? Normally he’d be still murmuring filthy things into your skin, marking up your neck while his hips roll into you, all does that feel good? and oh, it does when you moan in response.

Instead, he’s the one coming apart and beyond his words. You scrape your hand through his hair again and leave it cupped sweetly on his jaw, your eyes watching closely. Swatching your thumb across his cheek, you moan lightly, “Wanna -uh- wanna see your face, baby— love your pretty face,”

Something tightens up in Steve’s tummy, heat flourishing up his spine and he whimpers loudly, the roll of his hips turning the rapid, jerky thrusts in a moment. Skin slaps against skin and you make the cutest noise at the change of pace. It feels so good—too good. He feels too close, his pleasure scratching the edge of release.

Then you stutter out a breathy, “I love you, Steve,” and the coil in his stomach snaps without warning.

Steve gasps loudly and his entire body tightens, his face burying itself in you neck as his hips fuck into your snug cunt desperately. He all but collapses onto you, his hands curling around your waist tightly as he lets out a string of pathetically whiny noises, coming undone far too quickly.

It takes a moment for you to realise what’s happened— to figure out exactly why Steve suddenly sinks him cock into you with fervor and is whimpering in your ear. He’s trembling lightly you realise, as your arms sweep down his back, letting him fuck through his orgasm.

The pleasure of it drags out and by the time it tapers out, mortification begins to set in. Steve’s only glad he’s hidden his face so you can’t see his flaming cheeks. Fuck. Fuck. He’s never finished that fast before.

“I’m so sorry, you just feel— and you said—” He starts, voice sounding wrecked.

“Don’t apologise,” you interrupt sweetly. You stroke down his back soothingly and Steve can’t help but shiver. He groans loudly.

“Don’t apologise for finishing after 1 minute like a 16 years old virgin?” He asks, going for sarcastic but failing with the embarrassment tinting his tone.

You can’t help but giggle, hand still sweeping over his back comfortingly as you say, “I don’t think that was even a minute, babe.”

Steve groans louder, attempting to press his face further into your neck and nipping at it when you laugh a little louder. You’re being way too sweet about this. Steve’s not sure he can ever show his face again.

“I’m banning you from saying ‘i love you’ in bed,” He says, the words muffled against your skin. You huff another laugh, grinning, and comb your fingers through his hair.

“Boo.” You pout, knowing he’s joking completely. You’re still throbbing and aching for him to keep moving but you know you only have to be patient. He’ll fuck you just as you need it. “You’re no fun.”

“I used to have stamina,” He whines. “What have you done to me?”

You chuckle again, turning and pressing a kiss to his temple as best you can. “Turned you full loverboy. Soon enough, any time I say I love you, you’ll pop a boner.”

From within you, you feel the soft twitch of his dick and Steve’s breath hitches again. He finally digs his face out of your neck, a serious furrow between his brows. “Don’t even joke about that!”

[pardonmydelays]

Not really for the ask game but how many songs do you have in your top 100 that are not from musicals and not written by lin?

only 34