#bye...

[speremint]

I brought elliott with me to try to get the legendary fish bc of his fishing bonus, ajnd this fucking bastard CAUGHT IT BEFORE ME.... HELLO??????

[mainfaggot]

gn to the beloved gays in my phone aka the oomfies aka the mewchiez ... i will be done w finals on the 21st at 1:30 pm and until then I shall be suffering dying trying and barely posting or posting way too much on here ... idk depends on morale (I think by the time it's the 20th I'll be back to spamming bc I'm already 🤏🏻 this close to the "fuck if i care I just need a 50" stage) anyway. idk how im doing bc I've been breathing sleeping eating exam revisions and espresso and in between I am glued to my phone..the post finals wanting to die is likely going to hit hard... lols

[sweetcobaltblue]

@kurai-honoo : Can't be helped if someone else mistakes the arguing for flirting.

My Kaiba: So you're saying when i'm fighting with someone..anyone it's mistaken for flirting?

My Ships in the background of my mind: ....

Kaiba: ....This explains last year a bit to much.

[vigilant-cleric]

@estarion from x

___

Sitting near the campfire, using its light to draft a sermon on the pages of a weathered notebook, the cleric was completely unphased at Astarion's attempt to disrupt his focus with nonsense.

A few lingering seconds of silence passed before he dignified the vampire with an answer.

"First of all, I have no doubt you could find things lurking within me, but not a whole canine. A reptile, perhaps, if you'd met me earlier. Second thing, you are not drinking the consecrated wine. You already asked and I already said no. Don't think I haven't seen you trying to sneak into my tent. And third of all, the mustache is going away when you shave it off my dead body."

He looked back down at his writing for a moment, picking up his quill. Another few seconds of silence.

"And yes, the hat looks good on you. Now shoo."

[knifeeater]

definition of made in a lab specifically for me

[h0]

i need you to kill yourself

sir yes sir *aims revolver at own head, misses all 6 shots, walks away dejected*

[mroddmod]

the queen of the disco or whatever

[chappellrroan]

that man went on live television and talked about how poc are eating the cats and dogs, aliens conducting trans operations. he is a convicted felon. of 34 cases. he is a rapist. he proposed project 2025 which strips away basic rights from everyone except cis-het white men and he still had 51% popularity votes. that should anger you. that should be focus of the collective rage and disgust, not your fellow queer and poc acquaintances. please.

[alpha-beta-gamer]

Bye Sweet Carole is a hand-animated horror game inspired by classic Disney movies.

Wishlist Bye Sweet Carole on Steam

[bunabi]

You won't reach a point where you don't need references anymore 😭

Even artists who freedraw regularly still do studies, refer to their past work, keep character sheets at hand, etc

Please don't impose that expectation on yourself just because of a live demo, tiktok, or timelapses especially

[dreamlandcreations]

Derek Luh as Jordan Li GEN V | 1.05 'Welcome to the Monster Club'

[lillieof-thevalley]

[ayyy-pee]

waking up freezing and shivering, teeth chattering every night because your husband is a blanket hog. you know it's not on purpose. he just can't help it. doesn't even know he does it most times. you'd think after years together you'd be used to it, but waking up curled into the fetal position as you try to retain even a smidge of warmth is something you don't think you'll ever adjust to.

so you reach behind you, feeling your spouses large form wrapped snug as a bug in your shared blanket and you grip onto the fabric. you pull as hard as you can but you don't manage to move him even an inch. you try once more...same result.

"ken..." you whisper, wrapping your arms around yourself. no response. "kento..."

he doesn't budge. you're tempted to just get up and go grab another blanket, but your husband, despite his seriousness, can get quite pouty when you do that. so you tap him hard instead sure to jab him in the spot you know is his most sensitive. this seems to do the trick as he grunts in response.

"I'm cold," you tell nanami and he sits up quickly, realizing what he's done. his pajama top hangs off one shoulder. his blonde hair is pointing every which way and sleep is heavy on his eyelids, threatening to weigh him down again any minute.

"I'm sorry, love," nanami speaks, voice rough and deep with exhaustion, but the sincerity in his apology clear.

then he's throwing the blanket back over you both. only he adds in a little extra warmth as he wraps his arm around your waist and throws a large leg over your body.

nanami buries his face in your neck, adjusting himself so that he can be as close to you as possible. only a few seconds pass before you hear his light snoring behind you. and you know the warmth you feel is from more than just his touch.

[mondonguita]

Time to over share. I'm glad the Olympics have ended. Not that I didn't enjoy them. I do. God, they were so good!! But as it also happens with the World Cup or any other big world events (somehow Oscars include) ... They give me anxiety. A strange type of anxiety because I'm not forced to be interested, but I do, and I suffer. So pathetic.

[miss-jaye]

cw: slightly suggestive when nanami kento saw his wife about to leave the house in a stunning, tight sundress, he swore his whole world stopped for a moment.

“honey?”

“hm?” you glanced at him, then looked back at the mirror, trying not to stab yourself with your earring. nanami cleared his throat. “where are you going?” he asked as he walked over, standing behind you and sliding his hands around your waist.

“i’m having lunch with my friends, sweetie. i told you that this morning, remember?” you raised a brow, confused. your husband nodded dazedly, his eyes glued to your figure.

“right.” he swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. “where are you going to have lunch?” he asked, his hands gently roaming over your body, feeling the fabric of the dress he so badly wanted to tear off you.

“that cafe we always go to…” you trailed off, finally securing your earring. “are you okay?” you met his gaze through the mirror. “i do this once a month—same place, same people.”

he nodded, humming in acknowledgment. you stayed silent for a moment, trying to figure out what had him so distracted. now that your earring was in place, you became hyper-aware of his hands, their slow, deliberate movements over your hips, squeezing in that familiar way that told you he was restraining himself from acting on his desires.

oh.

a blush crept up your cheeks as you realized nanami hadn’t seen this dress on you yet. you’d just bought it last week and forgot to show him. “kento?”

you called out to him, but he seemed too entranced by the way the dress clung to your curves. he leaned in closer, burying his nose in your neck, his hands trailing down to squeeze your thighs.

you let out a startled moan, hastily covering your mouth. he inhaled deeply, the scent of your perfume overwhelming his senses.

“your friends won’t mind if you’re a few minutes late, right?”

[mroddmod]

out of context meme of an au i'm cooking