#finger in mouth is always for me

[toomanylesbiancouples]

Kathryn fucking Hahn

The delicious woman you are

[whositmcwhatsit]

[front-facing-pokemon]

[seoulmatez]

pls reblog with the blorbo who feeds your oral fixation and/or which blorbo needs you to feed their oral fixation

[navybrat817]

Navy...

Nick Fowler pisses me the fuck off.

So much so that I actually wanna fight him.

... In bed.

But I am not good at fighting 😡😏

-Winter Soldier's 🐕

Bahaha. I totally get it, nonnie.

He's welcome to "fight" me in bed. 😏

Love and thanks! ❤️

[altaroftransexuality]

top ten breakfasts that inspire poetry

[chiliyue-archived]

hmm imagine working at the detective agency and finding a letter scribed to be from your secret admirer. you think you have an idea to whom it may be from until dazai, atsushi, ranpo, kunikida & yosano (unrated af man) all start acting like suspicious lil hoes

[sollucets]

congratulations on your follower milestone!! You deserve it! I would love to also request something from the touch prompt list for aye and akk? 50. putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up screams Akk and aye to me..

hi nonny!! thank you very much for the prompt & ur well-wishes

this is set in-canon, specifically in the back half of episode 10 pre-protest. i think there's room to imagine a few extra days of secret boyfriends akkaye, and if there isn't, too bad, i want to. nearly 1k again bc it got out of hand

💜

The days between their first suspicions that the protest will be outside school and that weekend are tense. Very few people are acknowledging it out loud for fear of retribution; only in closed meetings and on social media does anyone dare to say anything at all is going on. Just another invisible threat to hang over all their heads. 

Akk leaves an after-school meeting with a frown on his face, stopping in an-abandoned-at-this-time hall outside the student affairs office to check over the hashtags. He’ll probably get away with being seen using his phone if he just says he’s doing his duty, but he doesn’t want to bet on it. 

So it’s understandable that he’s on edge enough to make an undignified shrieking noise when he's grabbed by the wrist and pulled around a corner into a smaller, connecting hallway. 

"Ayan," he hisses, because who else could it be?

Grinning, Aye runs a thumb over Akk’s pulse point before dropping his wrist in favor of leaning against the wall next to him, looking up through his eyelashes. He’s in his usual sweatshirt and somehow looks just as put-together as always despite it. “You know you’re not supposed to be using that, head prefect," he says, voice only slightly lowered in deference to their location. 

"What do you want," Akk demands in a whisper, checking back and forth down the hall. No one's here, but that doesn't mean anything; it may be after classes, but there are still staff and other students with late clubs around who might easily pass through here. He straightens his back nervously.

"To see my boyfriend," Aye says innocently.

That word still sounds so strange and precious coming out of his mouth. Akk rallies after a second. "You saw me in class multiple times today. Try again."

"To really see you," Aye amends, tilting his head coyly and reaching out to flip the hem of Akk's uniform jacket between his fingers. Something seems to shift in his face when he adds, "You look stressed, Bigfoot."

Akk's jaw clicks, and he sighs, leaning back against the wall too. The brick is uncomfortable even through the layers of his clothes, and he wants to reciprocate, to mess with Aye's hair or tell him the whole horrible truth or hold his hand, but the hall is only so empty for so long. "You always say that."

"You always look stressed. Can't I worry?"

He wishes he wouldn't. It's too much, sometimes, the guilt of it. "I'm fine, Aye."

Aye's dark eyes, always too-seeing, follow him as he shifts uncomfortably where he stands. “I don’t believe you,” he says quietly. 

Closing his eyes to get away from that look, Akk lets himself be honest: “I don’t expect you to.”

A hand brushes his for a second, warm and familiar, and then two hands take his face between them and squeeze. “Stop that,” Aye says as Akk’s eyes fly open and he jerks away. “You look like Singto when the treats run out.”

Akk has no idea what his expression is doing, but it must be hilarious, because Aye snickers unashamedly at him. "That's a better face."

Without much success, he tries to stop the corners of his mouth from curving up. He’s always at least a little out of control around Aye, honestly, and it should scare him even more than it already does, but— when Aye’s smile looks like that, all bright and teasing and blinding, what can he do? What could anyone expect him to do?

"And that's even better," says Aye, tone self-satisfied. "Show me that all the time, okay?"

"Shut up," Akk grumbles, the effect ruined by his obvious grin. He puts a hand up and actively pulls the corners of his mouth down.

"Don't think I will," Aye tells him, eyes sparkling. "The results are just so good. You're so cu--"

Akk takes the hand at his own face and slaps it over Aye's mouth, finally managing a proper glare. "Don't," he says pointedly. "I'm not."

Aye raises both eyebrows and wiggles them obnoxiously.

"You are very much the only person that thinks that," Akk tells him. He's surprised Aye hasn't licked his hand yet. "Most people actually take me seriously, you know. You could do that too. It wouldn't even be hard."

Aye says something muffled that sounds suspiciously like you don't want me to, and Akk rolls his eyes, laughing a little. "You're too full of yourself, really. You—"

Over Akk’s fingers, Aye's eyes go comically wide, and he shifts enough to slap his own hand over Akk's mouth just as the sounds of footsteps pass them in the connecting hallway, the murmur of a conversation identifying the people having it as teachers heading towards the offices.

Both of their hands over each other's mouths, their gazes lock for a long moment as the sounds fade away. Akk doesn't even breathe as Aye's fingers shift.

When it's quiet again, they both drop their hands, staring.

Then Aye cracks, his lips twitching, and Akk stifles a laugh of combined relief and sympathy with all his strength in turn, face scrunching up as he shakes his head. So stupid, and so close to being caught. He even still has his phone in his hand. He’s about to murmur something along those lines when his entire train of thought is derailed. 

Aye brings the hand he'd used to cover Akk’s to his own mouth and silently presses two fingers to it in a smiling kiss. When all Akk can do is stare, transfixed, he draws a little closer and whispers, “You can have a real one if you let me walk you to your dorm.”

Like I want that, Akk wants to say, to fend off the way they both know he does. He shakes his head, ruefully this time. “We shouldn’t leave at the same time,” he says very softly, an apology. “I’ll — see you later?” 

Aye’s smile goes a little plastic for a moment, pained, but he doesn’t push it. “I’ll call you. It’s a promise.”

[wrenaspun]

Went to a(nother) circus show last night and let me just try to describe this one thing they did..... 2 ppl we'll say A and B are standing back to back. A leans forward + B leans backwards, tipping their head back to rest on A's shoulder. A brings up one hand and sticks their FINGERS in B's MOUTH to hold them in place. B raises their legs off the ground and balances on A's shoulders held in place by the FINGER IN MOUTH GRIP. This really did obliterate me unfortunately

[mythicandco]

thinking abt the blorbos but they aren’t even rotating. they’re just sitting there and it’s very intense

[king-of-the-mouseboys]

someone should put their fingers in my mouth

[alsaurus-loves-dean]

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[raspberryjellybrains]

Morpheus is a truly fascinating character to look at from a moral perspective because he's such a dick but about 50% of the time it's on accident and the other 50% it's on purpose, but not because of any genuine hate or malice just... poorly directed sadness. Neither of these reasons make it okay, but they make it damn hard to see where the lines are regarding guilt, blame, and forgiveness. As if this isn't enough, hearing Morpheus' take on things (or appalling lack thereof) along with some others makes it even harder to grapple with.

When I'm analyzing this first 50%, I often come back around to asking whether someone should punished for something they didn't know was wrong, which is a normal hard and fast 'no', but this someone has had millinea to find out it is wrong and correct it and hasn't, which then pulls me into questioning where the ignorance becomes willful. Especially when the individual is so blindsided by the idea that there might even be something wrong. Morpheus is cold and aloof, which I put down to a general temperament thing; the problem is that he can't afford to be. This is, quite literally, a major reason why the series ends the way it does. He wasn't particularly mean to Lyta, just not very kind or understanding. He was busy and distracted and hurting and didn't explain what was going on or offer much sympathy (none in the comics). Is it okay that he did that? No. Do I understand why and feel sad that a trait that is innocuous to most was deadly to him? Yes, of course always, yes.

The other 50% where Morpheus is trying to hurt people, it's born out of his own hurt, as most cruelty is. He is not a malicious being; cruel, but not malicious. The way he treats Destruction is from his own wish to escape the weight of their existence and a frustration that someone did it, someone did it and he couldn't stop or join them. He doesn't actually hate Destruction, Dream clearly blames himself at least in part for his leaving and seems to miss him as much he wants to respect or exile him for the deciding to do so. He's on the fence about how to act and overcompensates by being desperately terrible, which is what he always fucking does. That's the worst part! I chose Destruction specifically as an example because the situation lays bare the core of his cruelty very, very well. Nada and Orpheus are good examples as well. Dream doesn't like not knowing what to do, doesn't like being scared and can't stand the idea of being thought of as anything less than perfectly confident and controlled at all times (wow, so healthy!). He doesn't want people to look at him and see someone who needs comfort so he doesn't let them look at all, and ensures they don't by pushing them away at the slightest offense. If they brush against an insecurity or hurt, he's trained himself to lash out rather than lick the wounds. He condemns Nada to Hell when she sees who he is and rejects him for it; He leaves Orpheus on an island for a thousand years because he reminded Dream that he can't fix everything, or even keep those he loves safe; He's so unforgiving and rude towards Destruction because he did what Dream desperately needed to do but couldn't.

Thing is, these are both fixable flaws with obvious sources, but he has spent so long living by them that he doesn't know any other way to do so. Maybe it makes me an apologist—I'm willing to acknowledge that I can tend to hold a warped perspective on things—but I see his core personal moral failings as holding himself to an ordinary standard of behavior when an extraordinary one is needed and feeling that somehow his power and suffering makes him better than just about everyone else (now think about that and Lucifer and lose your mind briefly.) He isn't, on the whole, awful and irredeemable. He's flawed and he's trying, but when one is endless there is very little room for such a thing.

Then I end up asking the question: did he deserve it? does anybody? And that's... hard. Morpheus caused real hurt and damage, intentional or not, across space and time. Does he deserve to die for it? I would like to say no, but I would also see reason in saying yes. The questions get big, applicabilty of death penalty and impact of intention on action big, and that's usually when I stop the train. The point of Morpheus' weird and complex morality is to drive the train straight into the sunset, which I fully encourage those who can do it safely to do but if I did, we would be here until tumblr was ash.

So I can't offer an answer with a neat little bow, or even a particularly persuasive argument as to the final moral determination of Morpheus as a character, but that wasn't necessarily my goal. I can tell you one thing for sure: he would majorly benefit from one (1) positive and healthy friendship.

[philhoffman]

Blah blah oral fixation etc. You get the idea

[cuntylestat]

i actually dreamt last night that somehow people on here figured out my full name and workplace which i should always keep in mind whenever i feel like posting selfies or some shit