#draft dump.

[butterfliesornauseous]

“Was that your stomach/I heard that” in fics: amazing, spectacular, what beautiful lines

“Was that your stomach/I heard that” being said to me in real life: awkward, uncomfortable, for my sanity please never acknowledge that I have a stomach and that it makes noises ever again please

[lockyle-and-skull]

LET ASPECS BE WRONG.

I am so sick of the argument that people on the aromantic/asexual spectrum are ‘too young to know’ or ‘just haven’t found the right person yet.’

Like ?????

Any label, lesbian, bi, trans, anything, has a chance of being found to be inaccurate.

Someone who thought they were a lesbian can later realize they’re actually bi or straight or poly, and people are perfectly fine with them using that label.

AT THIS TIME, the label aro/ace spec speaks to them, so LET THEM HAVE IT. I don’t care if they’re fucking 9, if they know what it means and feel comfortable with the label then they should be able to use it without being accosted.

[http-shield]

I am definitely not thinking about Bucky's first time in around 100 years like he is so sensitive to every touch already, the serum coursing through his veins heightening each brush of your skin, each hitch of your breath as he licks up the column of your neck, the quickening of your heart as his fingers trail over the ribbon on your panties, don't even get me started on how overstimulated he would get as you trail your fingers down his torso, over the waistband of his pants, sliding down the zipper, his cock hot and aching against the seam of his trousers, and when you finally make contact when your fingertips graze the outline of him through his boxers, he quite literally almost busts right there and then, but I am 10000% not thinking about how he would lose his composure the second he slides into you.

Bucky has barely sunk his aching cock in you before he pulls out with a wince, his mouth pulled in a pained frown.

"Buck, what's wrong?" panic floods your body as you begin to sit, pushing yourself up on your elbows. "What's happening?" The heat that had once filled your body as you worked each other up is replaced with ice, and the terror at crossing his boundaries fills your muscles.

Bucky shakes his head, muscles in his jaw tensing as he hisses through his teeth. Every indicator points towards pain. The furrowed brow, closed eyes, tensed jaw, heavy breathing—these are all bad signs, terrible signs, so you begin to move, to slowly pull back from him, afraid to cause any more damage, but his hand on your bare leg stops you. Vibranium fingers dig into the plush flesh, gripping the fat of your thigh as he releases a shaky breath.

"I'm not- I'm fine," Bucky assures, grip on you loosening.

"Are you sure? We don't have to do this. I don't want to pressure you into anything that you-"

"You aren't pressurin' me into anything, sweetheart." His voice is a defeated sigh. "It's just—" he shakes his head. "Really sensitive."

You blink at him for a moment, brain slow to connect the pieces of the puzzle laid before you. Seconds tick by as you finally start to work it out. Your eyes shift between his embarrassed smile, the hand on your thigh, your bare legs and his, frankly intimidatingly, hard cock, pre cum oozing like pearls over perfect pink skin.

Oohhh.

Oh.

"Buck-" you start, a teasing smile creeping across your face.

"Angel, don't." Bucky fixes you with a rather intimidating look, but you press on, no longer daunted by him.

"Bucky..." you press. "Were you gonna com-" You can't say another word as he interrupts, cheeks flushing bright red.

"It's been a long time, okay?" he explains, blush spreading to his ears.

"How long?"

"Longer than you've been alive."

“That long?” You balk. “Even after you coming back and - not even then?”

“When would I have had the time? Between tryna figure out who I am plus meeting and dealing with you, I didn’t really have all that free time to get it on” Bucky explains, fingers creeping up your thigh to squeeze the fat at your hip.

"you did not just say get it on."

“what was i meant to say?”

"i don’t know, anything but that!"

[http-tokki]

when Satoru tells you to turn around mid-make-out session, he does not expect to find you crawling onto the bed on your hands and knees, hand slipped beneath the hem of your panties in an attempt to push them aside.

"What are you doing, angel?" genuine curiosity and concern fill his tone, brow raised at your immediate position switch. "I don't- why?"

You look over your shoulder, brows furrowed and mouth slightly open as if you had just been caught sneaking cookies in the middle of the night and not as if you had just automatically assumed he was going to fuck you like that.

Had he given you that impression?

Satoru was so careful to avoid giving you that idea with gentle touches and slow, loving kisses against your skin, requests whispered against your collarbone and sealed with a soft peck. He wasn't expecting you to assume the position.

"Do you not want-?" your voice is small, dejection evident.

Gojo tilts his head before realising. "Baby, no!"

Your face falls and Satoru scrambles to clarify his intention for the position change.

" I don't want to fuck you like that, well I do but not right now. Actually yes now but not in this second," He scrambles and trips over the words, desperate to assure you it was not whatever you were beginning to think about. "I want to fuck you. Always. In any position but that's not why I asked you to turn around."

You're nodding at his explanation, sinking to your knees and removing the hand from your panties but the confusion still creased your forehead. Gojo feels silly explaining his reason like he’s sixteen again but he needed you to know that’s not what he was expecting.

"I just wanted to take your bra off.”

[stump-not-found]

silly guy

[sshivangeee]

We'd never make a good coffee

Too much coffee

Too little milk

Curdled milk

searching for sugar

no mug to mix

not all 'not good things are bad

[imclou]

@head-in-the-icloud's Dawn and Dusk doodles from last week's magma. Drawing them is so satisfying istg, my hand cramped really bad but i held on til the end for that sweet sweet dopamine

|| Ref Sheet ||

Also this little ref sheet i made back in December.

[nymphaforesta]

forgot i took this but i think it's worth posting it??

[ruporas]

happiness today and tomorrow (ID in alt)

[saltyfryz]

New au just dropped 😎

Sweet as Candy or SaC for short is a wreck it Ralph inspired au(crossover??? Ig?? Idk)

Bots and humans coexist, maybe flurries too and or candy people but idk I still have to plan out the plot fully,

What I have now is basically: Sun, Moon, and Y/n are childhood friends turned rivals as they each compete to win nationals

They're all professional racers mainly for go-karts but each have more personal favorite types of racing. Suns are karts, Moons are racecars and y/ns are motor bikes

The story would be mostly a slice of life following S M and Y/Ns shenanigans as they snarkily tease each other and train for nationals while also secretly pining for each other

But that's not all fun and games, as a science experiment underground goes haywire, causing a rampage.

The cybugs emerged, mechanical bug like bots with only three goals, kill, consume, multiply.

They wreaked havoc, destroying all in their path.

Some managed to defend against the beasts and find shelter, others though..

Weren't so lucky..

[butterfliesornauseous]

That meme where it’s like ‘imagine your first comfort character talking about you to your current one’ except it’s the first character you imagined emeto for, being like “how do you feel?” to the current one and they are like “f*cking miserable”

[logictoinsanity]

sure, movie Wade and Logan are roughly (exactly? can't remember) the same height, but two days after they save the world and Logan moves in, they go shopping- because Logan owns the bottom half of his wolverine suit, his mask, the stolen TVA jacket, and nothing else -and Wade finds a pair of platform sneakers at the thrift store he really likes.

he didn't think anything of it when he got them, but they give him a solid few inches on Logan, and he's obsessed with it

he buys several more pairs of shoes in the next few weeks, all with platforms or heels, and suddenly he's taller than Logan almost all the time

(Wade bought fucking platform slippers, which Logan didn't think we're a real thing when he first heard)

Wade loves it, he starts putting things just out of Logan's reach, so he's forced to demand, with threats of violence ask Wade to get it for him

Because they're both already tall though, this means he starts duck taping Logan's stuff to the wall in the one spot in the apartment where the ceiling is high enough that he can't reach with a small jump. Logan tried standing on a chair once but it broke, and Wade had taped his drill to the wall

Wade starts playing a game where he kisses Logan on the top of his head and runs away, the goal is to do it as many times as possible before getting stabbed

Logan hates that he loves Wade being taller than him, especially after they get together

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inspo: prompt three from this post

“Fuck, you turn me on so much.” Bucky groans and throws his head back, breathing ragged.

Your hands stop their work, fingers bloody as you hold the gauze against the wound to his ribs. "What the actual fuck is wrong with you?" you screech, quickly refocusing your thoughts and press harder against the bleeding gash.

"You just, fuck. It's just you." Bucky whines, and you don't know if it is pain or some weird, sick pleasure he is feeling. "You were so hot screamin' at me."

"Jesus Christ, James." you huff, no longer thinking of berating him further for his ridiculous actions in battle. "You... I can't even tell you off now."

Bucky smirks and shifts, grimacing at the pain radiating through his side. "Come here." he holds up his arm and beckons you with two bloody fingers.

"No, I'm not playing into your weird shit, Barnes." You glare at your partner. "You're bleeding, I need to secure the wound."

"I'm gonna be fine. Just come 'ere, baby." the name has your scowl softening.

You hold one hand to his abdomen, keeping pressure as the blood slows, and lean towards him, weight braced on your free arm. "that's my girl." he praises, words breathy.

Bucky slides his hand to the nape of your neck, securing his fingers in your hair. Your faces now inches apart, he lets his eyes slip shut. "I'm gonna to be fine, sweetheart. You worry too much."

"You don't worry enough."

"That's why I've got you. You stress enough for the both of us."

Bucky leans forward and presses his mouth to yours, the kiss slow and sloppy as tries not to move unnecessarily while his body stitches itself back up. His lips move languidly against yours, tongue brushing against your bottom lip in a way that is too casual for the impending doom you have just escaped from. You pull away, the taste of blood on your tongue, and frown at Bucky, his grin lazy and stupid.

"I'm serious. You turn me on so much."

[http-tokki]

Levi comes up beside you, hand sliding over your waist to rest on your hip and hold you close.

"I don't know how to approach this so I'm going to break it down." there’s a hint of apprehension in his voice.

"Uhh, okay?" you're confused and look up at him to give him a look.

"You know I respect you right? and that I know you're not an object?" he waits for your answer.

A huffed laugh leaves you, "Yes? why, where are you going with this?'

"So thats been established. I don't see you as an object to possess or own?” another pause for your acknowledgment. " I just want to make that clear because I don't want to say anything that's gonna make you think that I own you or-

"Levi, what are you talking about?'

"There's a guy over there," he nods his chin in the direction of said man. "Who has been staring at you all night and I really don't like it and I wanted to talk to you about it but I didn't want you thinking I was being possessive. I just don't like the way he is looking at you, like he wants to own you or something but you belong to - wait never-mind, I just don't like it."

"Levi?"

"Yes, love?"

"Do you belong to me?"

He pauses for a moment to really think about how to answer you. "Yes, I think I belong to you."

"And do you think I belong to you?'

"Well, I like to, I hope you do."

"Then I do."

"But you know its not in a toxic way, I'm not being controlling.”

"Yes, baby I know, but for all intents and purposes, you belong to me and I belong to you.”

[bromcommie]

remember when we all thought I was done with nbc kings? yeah, me neither

[messrmoonyy]

Arthur pretty boy Morgan photo dump part. Idek