#does that make sense ?????

[modawg]

my favorite hc is that annabeth gets INSANE cuteness aggression when it comes to percy and that’s where all her attitude came from before they started dating

the only ppl who knew were her siblings bc she’d come home everyday after doing anything with him and immediately crash out on anything in her vicinity (normally her bed) but she was like extremely conscious of what was going on; self diagnosing

like her and her siblings would act like it’s some disease she’s dealing with coming home to her slumped on the floor like this

and everyone’s like “that damn cuteness aggression got her again 😕😕keep fighting annabeth our prayers are w you💔❤️‍🩹😭😫✊”

then when they started dating she could unleash it in a sea of kisses and sucking on his face (literally) whenever he did anything normal and percy just always side eye her bc girl calm down

percy is the type to fight cuteness aggression with soft kisses and words of affirmation while annabeth like literally has to keep her hands to herself until she’s calm enough to just brush a strand of hair out his face without yanking his hair out

percy: wise girl your shaking!! (*´д`*) are you ok?? >_<

annabeth: SAVE UOURSELLFFFFFF

[ponytailzuko]

like miraculous ladybug cannot have the love square copyrighted. is there other media that uses the premise with different characters with like actual plot that isn't 100+ episodes of fucking around or do i have to make ocs

[behindheterochromiaeyes]

introverts be like

[tothepointofinsanity]

1. Hell - the tail of envy.

2. Grasping salvation.

[peachyxxkeens]

Thinking.....thoughts

[just-trying-my-best-everyday]

I need someone to invent flirting but like. It ends in friendship. I still say traditionally flirty stuff and innuendos, but I'm using it to signal friendship. Does that make sense

[artinvain]

abby is terrible and toxic and really good at gaslighting apologising and so sexy and oops - dacryphilia

• ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆• ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆• ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ Abby had called you sixteen times. you huff as your phone rings, make that seventeen. your scalding shower cleared your mind for it’s duration but as soon as you stepped out you were bombarded with thoughts about abby.

was she okay? why should it matter to you, because she does stupid things when she’s upset. you chastise yourself for even defending her — you were the one that caught her sharing air with ellie. with her fucking hands on ellie’s hips, your best friend, the thought made you sick.

abby: please talk to me

you ignore the message, pulling clothes on while it continues to buzz incessantly. abby: I’m so sorry you saw that, I can explain

abby: I won’t stop I need you to talk to me

you sighed exasperated as you sat on your couch and started to type, redacting words and switching things around until your eyes hurt and you can’t see from the tears. you wanted to reply to abby, you wanted to give her a piece of your mind but why should you? she’d done this before, she promised —

you promised abby, you promised it wouldn’t happen again.

you bit your fist while waiting for her reply. more tears as you thought about your first reconciliation, when she’d finally earned your trust. and now you couldn’t even trust your best friend. abby stops typing and your heart drops, until she’s banging on your door and calling your name.

“baby, please, please open up for me,” she whimpers, “just wanna talk,” you hate yourself for it but open the door and abby sighs relived. you glare at her as she steps closer, “honey you know this happened last time too,” abby sighs stepping closer when you cross you arms and look away, “that was different-“ but abby shushes you and tips your chin up with her finger tip, looking down on you with big watery eyes.

“no it wasn’t -“ she whispered “you were wasted you thought you saw me kissing someone but I wasn’t,” she said softly, following your eyes, “but you and ellie -“ you sighed.

“we didn’t kiss, she wanted me to,” she hummed, “I would never, she was all over me,” a hand coming to sit gingerly on your hip. “I promise you baby, I’m all yours,” you lean slowly into her touch and -

god yes — she knows she’s getting you and almost feels bad, she didn’t like doing this but she couldn’t lose you, she would go on a killing rampage. she needed you. but abby also couldn’t seem to stop herself from making mistakes again and again.

“you didn’t kiss her?” you ask, you sort of felt bad for doubting her, abby took care of you, she protected you. you knew she had bad dealings but she kept it all away from you. “no love I didn’t,” she hums her hand cupping your cheek as your eyes start to leak.

“I’m sorry,” abby says, looking into your eyes and kissing your forehead, “I love you okay, and I wouldn’t - I can’t lose you,” she whines as your arms engulf her and she pulls you close her warm arms caging you. “I’m so sorry,” she whispers, kissing your temple, your cheek again and again until you’re desperately clawing at her vest, rugged her impossibly closer and tasting her lips, your mouth on hers -tongue licking into her mouth for a taste. her tongue lapped over yours, her arms pulling you in tight, her whole body apologising.

“let’s-“ you say inbetween kisses, “bedroom,” you stumble back through the hallway into your bedroom, as she removes your top and you run your hands over her sensitive tits until you fall into your bed. “m’gonna prove it,” abby says with ragged breath. “prove you’re mine, that I’m just for you,” she leans over you sucking your bottom lip and kissing you pressing her mouth to yours I need you is what she’s saying.

you grip her head as abby kisses down your chest, taking your bra off and gently squeezing your tits and then “fuck,” you moan as you tangle your hand in her hair as abby sucks on your nipples, lightly grazing them with her teeth, groaning as she mouths at and kisses all over your chest leaving marks glittering your torso. abby licked her lips as she lay between your legs, “i’m yours baby, jus for you,”

she slurs as she sniffs you mouthing your pussy through your panties, tasting your wetness and sucking on your clit, “ungh-abby,” you gasp, bucking your hips as she tears the fabric down your legs. she’s fucking drooling at the sight of you, humping the bed huffing like she was in heat. there was no one like you. she marvelled for a second how you pulsed as she gently touches your folds and spread you wide, her breath making you jump. “please! fuck abby please,” you didn’t realise you were crying but abby could hear it in your voice and she clenched her jaw, trying to stop herself from cumming, but when she tasted you she groaned loudly, her hips jerking as she explodes, she can feel her clit rubbing on her strap. gripping your thighs tight and laying your legs over her shoulders abby licks her thick tongue through you and suckles at your clit all the while, the tip of her tongue breaching your hole.

“jesus! fuck, abby!” you near yell as she devours you, her head shaking from side to side, her tongue constantly softly sucking and then her finger is curling gently into you, pressing in and out, “mhyour cunt is so fucking good baby,” abby words slur as she goes back to kissing and licking you. you moan loudly your thighs going to tighten around her head and she lets you muffle her ears, pulling you close and exploring your body with her free hand.

when she looks up at you, you’re glorious, skin dewey as you writhe and your nipples so tight, god she wants to suck on them again. and your face is beautifully contorted, your mouth open in a constant series of grunts and moans and callings of her name and god. “abby, shit, i’m - fucking ahh—“ you yelp as Abby stretches you, her fingers fitting you to the hilt and curling. your back arches and your brain melts as you shake, “fuck!” abby hears you, sees the tears on your pretty face and goes cross eyed. “abs- baby, abby! god that’s so good,” you grunt out your body still jerking and grinding up against her as she works albeit gently on you.

abby slowly releases you, her chin and cheeks covered in your sweet stickiness, she licks handfuls as she comes to kiss you, removing her pants and you don’t even question why she’s wearing a strap but you know it’s your favourite and you were too stuck dumb by pleasure to care.

“I’m yours, you hear me?” she moans as she slicks herself up with your cum and her spit, she eases you in, watches your face as you close your eyes up tight. “say I’m yours,” she tells you, gripping your cheeks and kissing your pouting mouth. “you’re mine, you’re fucking mine,” you scratch your nails down her back as she eases in to the hilt.

“mine abby, you’re mine,” and there are those pretty fucking tears again, “so pretty fuck,” she moans holding you tight and snapping her hips into you. “abby—“ you gasp “I can’t hold - I’m gonna cum,”

“cum f’me baby,” abby whispers, “it’s okay, please baby you can cum, please for me,”

You can barely breathe with the way your body constricts and then releases as she moan scratching Abby’s back and arm as she fucks you through your orgasm, until you’re yelling from oversensitivity, “okay baby, okay,” she cooes removing herself and kicking her strap off, pulling you in close and gathering a blanket to cover you. abby kisses your forehead and you lay on her chest. and you wonder if this cycle will ever end.

• ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆ jesus please don’t be like this in real life. this is deranged behaviour please please it’s just fantasy to test waters and get my emotional experiences out safely thanks bye 😘

[cowboygideon]

I've been watching community (and mythic quest) and danny pudi is so beautiful it actually hurts ?? somehow ?? I'm rewinding scenes just to watch him talk !! what is happening i feel like im losing my mind. but it's just that his big brown baby cow eyes and fantastic bone structure have captivated me

[fllagellant]

Im gonna be honest I thought the big reveal for the awaken Ansur quest would be that the Ravengards are descendants of Balduran and that the ‘ Ansur ‘ that they were seeking were themselves ( get it bc it sounds like answer ) and you get cool amour for Wyll based on a grand Wyrm ( maybe even made with Wyrm scales ? Bone ? Teeth , even ? ) like i remember going into this mission I was so convinced that would be the answer . So imagine my horror when the Emperor started up some nonsense again

[o4i0n]

(taps mic) hi gojo nation ... how r u guys doing

pop sensation! gojo satoru who always has some kind of gimmick each time he performs. on his latest tour, he calls for a few lucky fans to come up on stage and dance their hearts out as he sings the bridge of one of his most popular songs.

unfortunately for his security team and management, majority of his fans are grade-a freaks (respectfully, of course), so the people he chooses just end up dancing on him instead—full on grinding, hands tracing over the defined slope of his shoulders that are further highlighted by the skintight shirts he insists on wearing, the works. like a good sport, he basks in the attention, laughing off the incredibly raunchy displays that his fans are eager to show the rest of the arena.

each performance of his isn’t complete without him going viral on every social media platform imaginable; fancams, edits, the barrage of thirsty comments accompanied with a blurry photo of gojo himself as he does own his thing, carrying on as the people’s well-loved prince.

pop sensation! gojo satoru who carries on with that routine for the remainder of his tour. when he comes to your city, you’re pleasantly surprised when you’re being ushered to the aisle so you could come up on stage with two other lucky fans.

pop sensation! gojo satoru who finds you to be one of his cutest fans, and that’s saying something, considering that he has quite literally circled the globe.

“hey, hey, c’mere,” he singsongs with a practiced ease, beckoning you with a curled finger. you’re there for a good time, so you follow the rhythm and take a few steps towards him, body swaying along to the familiar beat.

when you’re close enough, he reaches out a hand—ever the gentleman—and you take it. he takes the lead and turns you around like you’re his partner for a ballroom dance, as if you won’t be all over him in a few seconds.

the littlest touch from him is positively electric; you can’t believe you got so lucky out of the thousands of people in the area right now.

gojo snaps you out of your momentary star-struck daze. “guess you’re ready, huh? what’s your name, love?”

he holds out the microphone in your direction, the crystallized blues of his eyes shining behind his signature round sunglasses. you return his question with the same singsong tone that he used earlier, which is promptly followed by cheering from the crowd.

gojo hollers out a ‘here we go!’ before counting down, and when he reaches one, you make sure you show him what you’ve got if it’s the last thing you’ll do.

maybe he shouldn’t be too judgmental, because he doesn’t expect a pretty face like yours to whip out the most sinful moves he’s ever witnessed. correction, the most sinful moves he’s ever had the privilege of being the recipient of.

gojo’s seen more brazen acts from previous shows, but the way you move with a flow so delicate and purposeful makes him freeze up for a bit, as embarrassing as it is to admit—which he would never. you’ve made him feel too many things at once with so little touches to his body, like you’re treading carefully because you might make him uncomfortable. he’s grateful that he has little words to sing in the bridge, otherwise he’d go trending for stammering his lyrics while a pretty fan dances on him.

a few more painful seconds of him trying to reciprocate your energy by letting his hand skate along your side as you bring your hands all over your body, he sighs into the mic, and it’s not long after when one of the members of his security team bring him a bottle of water and throw a towel over his shoulder.

(he hasn’t done this with the others, mind you. you don’t notice this at the heat of the moment and the whoops from the audience, but the dedicated gojo satoru stan twitter accounts are quick to notice this.)

when the duration of the music ends, he takes a swig of water then brings a hand up to signal applause. satoru’s arm makes its way to your shoulder, and if you weren’t riding on that adrenaline-induced high, you might have felt him pressing into you. just a little, though. he’s sure that no cameras could have possibly caught it.

thought of this prompt with this in mind! it felt very fitting to me >.< if there are any grammatical errors, they do not exist anymore ok

[fuscorooni]

Hm.

All these “Bruce and Oliver acting like rich bimbos while at parties” posts and it’s like…

Oliver Queen fucking hates rich people. He can’t stand them. His blood boils at the very thought that’s what he used to be. So I don’t think he can stomach the charade anymore.

Bruce HAS to maintain that illusion. It’s what separates him from Batman as much as he can. Bruce and Batman are two separate identities.

Ollie IS Green Arrow. They’re inseparable. The man’s heart wouldn’t allow it.

So while the pretense is cute, it’s implausible. Put Ollie in that situation for five minutes and watch him claw at the walls.

[catorikishin]

My favourite, very not-serious headcanon is that Kim cannot stand Trant. Not for any legitimate reasons, but because Trant is the antithesis to every way Kim carries himself.

Kim refuses to admit to the things he likes, going so far as to pretend he doesn't even know what Speedfreaks is, when it comes up with Isobel and the twins. While Trant WILL spend 25 min telling you about the FELD building and the martial art he practices and the cool article he read, and you WILL enjoy it, and you SHOULD definitely check out that cool article he mentioned.

Kim describes himself as completely apolitical (even if that's not completely true) while Trant will tell you that he just loves to examine political systems (for FUN of course, no opinion here. No sir)

Kim will be so careful of how he's perceived (for good reason, obviously) and Trant will call himself a loser on purpose (but also because doing so makes him sound cooler)

I know he's often seen as Jean's counterpart, but I think it would kinda work for Kim, too.

[vigilskeep]

i could survive inquisition easier if it didn’t feel like it was making fun of me for caring about the plot of the games. like i imagine there are many people who “ew fantasy politics is so boring lol don’t you wish characters would shut up about mages and templars” appeals to, but as a dedicated enjoyer of the fantasy politics mages and templars games, me not so much

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

katsuki gives me very much the typa boyfriend who says no when you ask him something while simultaneously already giving it to you

[habken]

Do Bakugo and Deku have to do the Fusion Dance in that AU?

for two 8yr olds in a trench coat yes, that’s how they figured out deku could fuse with people in the first place

[ratatatastic]

cats: in bath robes

the nhl: well i guess we have to put provactive "lively" music over it

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