#but today is not that day

[githling]

i headcanon that young gith have floppy useless ears like baby german shepherds.

[rebelsafoot]

and then they did both

[thefloatingstone]

Whenever I worry I am making them too OOC for the sake of a joke I remind myself that the Citadel DLC exists.

[drrav3nb]

CHYNA & EDDIE GUERRERO + rose kisses

(cred to FullWithDivas for the videos!)

[andorerso]

#their eye-contact game is unbeaten

[xshrimpcake]

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[kelpo-cereal]

Secret keepers

[growth-opportunities]

Big sister is so sick of little sister showing off her massive tits

"No, no, no, no, no...."

June watched in horror as her little sister's bust swelled before her eyes. They had always been large, Leah having grown early and quickly, but never like this. The buttons on the front of Leah's shirt held on for as long as they could until they finally gave out under the pressure, clattering across the room. Leah's hands trembled as she slowly brought them up to her chest, feeling out her new, bra-breaking size. A deep moan bursts from her throat, only growing louder the deeper her fingers sink in to the soft, warm flesh.

June shook her head, refusing to believe the sight in front of her. "H-how?? It wasn't... I was supposed to... It's not fair!" Undermining her position as the older sister, June stamped her foot in frustration, her meager B cups jiggling as the impact rippled upward. Even if June couldn't figure it out, Leah was much quicker on the uptake.

"You found it, didn't you? Grandma's spellbook?"

June's mouth clamped shut, her eyes going wide. Embarrassment burned hot along the sides of her neck. Her voice grew quiet, meek. "...I don't know what..." She swallowed, realizing that denial was pointless. "How did you know?"

A smile that June doesn't like at all forms on her little sister's lips. "Because I found it first! Years ago. Back when I first started growing. You were the golden child. So smart, so tall, so pretty. I knew that, no matter what I did, I'd never measure up. When I found that spellbook, I knew that I had a chance to make things right. So I stole all of your future growth. Every cup size you would have grown beyond your measly Bs went to me instead! And, let me guess, you tried to make your boobs even bigger with a spell, didn't you? I didn't even realize that my spell was still active, but that explains why all of it went to me, instead! That's for the boost little sis! I must be more than halfway through the alphabet now!"

Tears beaded at the corners of June's eyes. She had been so hopeful when she found the spell, eager to reclaim the growth that had been denied her and now she not only made her sister bigger, but had to come to terms that she might never be able to get what she wanted. And Leah had no interest in making things better, sauntering towards her older sister, her breasts bouncing with every step. "Aw, don't cry, Junie! If you're really nice, I might let you play with them every now and then! And I promise not to steal too many of your boyfriends. Just try not to be too mad when they stare. I mean, you can't really blame them, can you? And, besides! In a way, they're staring at your tits, too!"

[girlmetamorphed]

fyodor dostoevsky, crime and punishment

[macni-art]

[andy-clutterbuck]

requested by Anonymous

[puppyguppy]

You've been down this damn aisle way too long. Despite not having actually checked the time, you just know it. You can feel it. You've seen others come and go; grab what they need, like a pillow or some new sheets, then leave. But not you. Since apparently, choosing a new mattress has solidified itself as a life or death sort of situation inside of your head. It shouldn't have been this hard -- wouldn't be this hard, if you hadn't seen the sale going on. They're offering the next size up for the price of the next size down. So, like -- you could get a king, for the price of the queen you'd come here for. You've almost always had a queen, at least since being a teenager. And a queen is fine, a queen is good, just enough space for you to roll around some, pick a cooler side if need be, with a corner or two left open for the pet you might actually own someday. All in all, a queen is perfect, so really, there's no need to upsize. You've never even considered it until now. It just seems kind of stupid to turn down such a deal. More comfort, for less? But then...you'll need new sheets. A new comforter. A new duvet. Hell, might as well just get a whole new set for the whole new mattress, right? And, it doesn't make much sense to put old pillows on a new bed, so -- "They never tell you that beds will be one of your biggest battles in adulthood." You jolt, startled out of your spiraling thoughts by a deep, rich mumble. You hadn't noticed the man you've been sharing the aisle with for...gods, you hope it wasn't long. Long enough for him to piece together the puzzle of your struggle, though. You shake off the little scare with a laugh, the feeling only lingering in the goosebumps down your arms. "It wasn't supposed to be this hard. I came here with a plan, believe it or not." The stranger hums, and while he seems to peruse the options, you take a quick few seconds to, well. Peruse him. Tall, dark, and handsome is the gist. Wavy hair thrown half up his head, like maybe he'd been in a hurry, or working out, or just woken up. A bit unkempt, but not unattractive. Stalky, scruffy, and decked out in all colors almost black despite the season. At least they seem loose, everywhere except for where his hands are shoved into his pockets, straining the fabric slightly, and you can't help but wonder -- "One should always have a Plan B. Even maybe C through Z." You laugh again, because really, this is ridiculous, and you should just grab the goddamn bed you'd come here for. Mattresses shouldn't require complex mathematics, an entire alphabet's worth of backup plans, or the entire length of the human emotional spectrum. "Yeah, yeah," you huff, now a bit embarrassed. You're a grown ass adult and yet you feel like you've just been scolded by a highschool teacher or something. "The sale just caught me off guard. I don't want to regret it if I just settle for a queen and miss the chance. Besides, if I get a king and don't like it, I can always just return it, right?" The man shrugs. "Or you could save yourself the trouble. It's not like your room is big enough for a king." You laugh for a third time, because oh, oh my god, he's right. Here you've been fretting and stressing (and honestly? sweating) over beds, when really, there was never a choice. There was just the illusion of choice. You got excited over a sale, about the possibility of an upgrade, and completely forgot about the very real dimensions of your bedroom. And why you've stuck with a queen. "Fuck, you're so right. I couldn't possibly fit a -" You stop. You stop and blink. Because he is right. The goosebumps from just minutes ago shoot straight down to your toes. You swallow, saliva thickening in your throat like cement. "...How do you know that?"

[mispelled]

Ageless nonbinary jester kids with too much power

[bambi-slxt]

i'll be so good i promise

i'll take it til i gag and then i'll take it some more

til i'm choking and drooling and making a mess on the fucking floor

[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

THE TRAINEE Off Jumpol as Jane Episode 4

[rebouks]

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Frankie: Sorry about the other week, by the way-.. they didn’t say anything was wrong when they came in. Oscar: Don’t worry about it. Frankie: How’re you doing? [Oscar paused as he turned to face Frankie; she was about as subtle as his better half] Oscar: You’ve been talking to Courtney. Frankie: Well, I-… Oscar: I hope it wasn’t too damning. Frankie: No, no, of course not! I didn’t mean to sound patronising. Oscar: Uh-huh. Frankie: Really, I-… Oscar: I’m just fucking with you, it’s fine. [Frankie dipped her head and tittered nervously, avoiding Oscar’s gaze] Oscar: Sorry, one of many bad habits-.. it’d be good for her to have a friend that isn’t my friend too, y’know? You can come over if you want. Frankie: Now, or..? Oscar: Whenever. We’ve an open-door policy-.. for friends, anyway. Frankie: Courtney said something similar. Oscar: Too polite to accept, huh? C’mon, I like cooking for people.