#gosh I love you

[2chopsticks2eyes]

Heyheyhey! I know you're working on your long ask and I don't want to interrupt your concentration, but:

MinSung having the habit of recording some of your sex times and using the sounds as background for their songs. Example; in HeyDay, Jisung's part is actually the bed banging creaking and the banging in the wall from a particularly rough session the three of them had. Or in Taste, the groans that sound in the background are from when Minho was being pleasured by both of his babies.

MC is mortified every time she hears them. What she doesn't know is that they not only record sounds, but they also have full videos of it

Oh hot baby! I love your mind, gorgeous! I can picture it all now… 😮‍💨🤤🫠

[hoovesandfloorpaws]

the way he RUNS AND LEAPS up to plaster himself to the rainbow flag????

😭🏳️‍🌈 helP i’m SO emo

Don't think ever get over watching a joyous, triumphant Louis wrestle himself free from security, spy a 🏳️‍🌈 flag across the way, and take a running leap into the light at it with his whole soul

When I think of how he was made estranged from the lgbtq community for so long, to see this just makes me cry. Welcome home.

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[hellsurvivr]

orchid and lilac

*      ―    ﴾  𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴 ﴿ // still accepting ( @malka-lisitsa )

orchid : i would maul my elected officials with you lilac : you are invited to my dinosaur birthday party

    NOW IM ALWAYS DOWN,    for some good ole fashioned mauling and a birthday party. so count me in bitch, we best get busy hadn't we.

[goddessofsteel]

💌send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome.💌

Aww!! You’re so sweet, thank you so much! ♥️🤗✨

[egophiliac]

everyone out of the way, this is the only thing I'm going to be thinking about from now on.

(okay, there is one more thing)

[strang3lov3]

MERCY?!!!! You had the NERVE not to tag me in this masterpiece! I’m days late, Mercy! DAYS!!!!

Imagine Joel eating you out while you are playing videogames...

"He's so handsome", Joel heard you say while he groggily woke up from his post-lunch nap. His old bones were tired from a long week of hard work so the two of you decided to stay at home this Saturday and relax. Much to his disappointment, he quickly realized you were not saying that about him but about your favorite fictional cowboy, Arthur Morgan.

You had been obsessed with Read Dead Redemption 2 for the past few weeks, trying to play whenever you can. "It's a great story", you had told Joel. Of course it had nothing to do with seeing Arthur take a bath or hearing him call his horse a "good girl". It was just a really, really good story. And today, while your hunk of a husband was napping, your hunk of a fictional boyfriend was keeping you company.

"Did you have a good nap, love?", you asked as you felt him stir next to you on the couch, your eyes were still glued to the TV.

"Yes, I feel well res-" he stopped mid-sentence to take a better look at the screen. "Are you bathing him again?"

"Yeah, he had a long day scaping from the law. He was very stinky" was your very nonchalant answer.

"I bet he was", he mumbled while sitting up.

"One more mission and I'll turn it off".

He takes one quick nap— it was two hours —and now this other guy has your undivided attention? Oh, he has to fix that.

"Don't mind me. I can keep busy".

Next thing you know, he's kneeling in front of you and slotting himself in between your legs.

"Joel, what are you doing?"

"Finish your mission, baby. I told you I can keep busy", he said as he pulled your shorts and panties to the side.

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This is totally not inspired by me playing RDR2 and No return (TLOU 2) in the past couple of weeks 🤭 I love my senior citizens 🩷

Also this is what Joel would see on the TV 🤭

[beif0ngs]

Nimona (2023) official art

[erabu-san]

I enjoyed every second of this quest

[This art has platonic intention. Thank you for not tag ship!]

[yuiiiriii]

megumi is head over heels for you. Maybe even obsessed but he’d never admit it.

There was only one problem.

You both were friends because he was too much of a coward to tell you how he felt. He told himself many times that it was okay. If you could still drag him everywhere with you, if he could still come over and do your skincare routine.

Then it was ok.

But he was selfish.

Oh how he wanted to hold you, kiss you, he couldn’t help the jealousy that filled him when another guy treated you terribly.

Megumi was never subtle with his feelings but you’re oblivious. When he’d take you out to get your favorite treats, your to busy stuffing your face that he swiftly swiped your hair out of your face, holding it with an amused smile on his face. The way he ‘complains’ about you not bringing a sweater when you said that you wouldn’t get cold. But he thinks it looks better on you anyways and now you’re happy, that pretty smile on your lips. But it’s so painfully obvious because Megumi is only soft with you.

“Come on Megumi!” Yuuji yells, throwing his arms around his shoulder. Megumi slumps, rolling his eyes.

“Don’t call me that.” Nobara eyebrows raise, digging her shoulder into his side.

“Why? Only your ethereal best friend can call you that?”

Megumi wants to smile because he’s always happy when you’re mentioned or around. But he bites it back and pouts instead. He sucks his teeth as the two continue to pester him.

He lets out a sigh when he enters your room.

“Megs!” You light up and that warm smile etches back on his face.

“Hey.” He caresses your hair when you hug him.

“Come! Sit!” You pat your bed and he obliges. You begin rambling about the new skincare products you wanted to try with him.

“I got you something.” His words cut you off.

“Huh? Me?” You blink and he laughs.

“Yes you.” He pulls a small box from his pocket.

“You’ve been saying you wanted one…so I got you one.” He opens the box and your eyes twinkle, much like the diamond on the necklace.

“Megumi.” You breathe out, holding it so softly in the palms of your hands.

“Thank you.” You quip, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek.

It wasn’t the first time and Megumi hopes it isn’t the last.

“Put it on me!” You say giddily, turning around. He gently rests it in your neck, clasping it. You face him, playing with it.

“Does it look pretty?” You smile at him but he’s already looking at you, never flickering to the necklace.

“Very pretty.” He says so softly.

“So are we gonna try those products?” He tilts his head and you clasp your hands.

“Right! Come on!”

Megumi enjoys his time with you like it might be his last. He cherishes every look you give him, every word you say. He holds onto everything. He’s sat on your bed once again, as you rummage through your bag. Your hands engulf his face.

“I was gonna put a lip mask but they don’t even look dry. You have pretty lips ‘gumi.” You say staring without a shame and his heart races.

“I do?”

You hum.

“But I don’t so you need to apply some on me.” He laughs as you close your eyes, scooting closer to him.

He holds your chin between his fingers, letting the cream lather on your lips. You can feel his breath inches away from you, making your stomach do backflips. Your eyes flutter open and he blinks at you. He gulps, focusing back on your lips. However your eyes stay open, engraving his features into your memory.

“You’re very pretty Megumi.” He tries to fight the blush that covers his face.

“Pretty?” He glances at you.

“Fine. Handsome.” You cheekily say and he shakes his head in amusement.

He swipes his thumb over the bottom of your lip, cleaning it up. He holds your chin, his thumb gliding across your skin. Your big eyes blink up at him and he can’t find it in himself to hold back any longer. As soon as his lips meet yours, you deepen it, almost as if you’ve been waiting for this exact moment.

News flash, you were.

Megumi loses himself in you, the way your lips feel, your hands coming up to brush at the nape of his neck, your scent. When you pull away you break into a smile.

“My lips were kinda chapped.” He jokes, the product on his lips as well. You laugh and he does too.

“So…” You drag on and he laughs.

“Come over here you idiot.” He says as he pulls you onto his lap, kissing you once again.

Finally his problem was solved.

© yuiiiriii

[dewberrybramble]

AGFJFJDJFHFJFH 0/////0

that insane girl on tumblr is definitely your soulmate btw

[lucdoodle]

First time i ever do a DTIYS! It was fun!!

AU by @forgettable-au !

[keferon]

It took me a while to read chapter 70 of Mistakes on mistakes until because I can't just. Youknow. read it. I have to be a total maniac and sketch everything I like as I read, so this whole chapter took me an absurd amount of time ahahaha

[nikaandtea]

you are always perceived.

this piece was ROUGH but i slapped it together in the end. I have so many side things i want to do, and like 4 hyperfixations. anyway, protocol has a grip on me so have a proper jon fanart to silence my worms :))

[icaruspendragon]

he did. my husband tried. he tried to warn them. he did. he said to them, “i’m not as into this as my wife is. i just like looking at cars, but she’s got all the facts and specs and everything. she’s practically a walking encyclopedia.”

and they didn’t believe him. they laughed. they shrugged it off. they shrugged me off. they were warned. and yet they still decided to try and put me to the test. they were warned. they were warned of what would happen to them. and yet they didn’t listen.

their ambition made them icarian. their folly turned my warmth from brilliant to sweltering.

their hubris led to their humiliation.

they were warned. but ambition makes men bold.

this is all just a very dramatic way of saying that grown men decided to play a game of, “oh you’re a fan? prove it” only to have their asses handed to them by their opponent.

this was the opponent btw:

[paranormaljones]

Yet another thing I find absolutely wonderful about how Jonathan Stroud wrote Lucy Carlyle is how he betrays her with the narrative.

In The Screaming Staircase, at the start of her story, Lucy gives us an idea of how she wants to be perceived; unaffected, unbothered, unburdened by fear or particularly revelatory emotions. She drops horrifically painful realities about her childhood on us as if she were describing a dull gray rock she found on the ground. She tries very, very hard to school her emotions around Lockwood and George. And if she had been written by anyone else, she might have fallen prey to the "strong independent female character" tar pit of a stereotype.

But then along comes Annabel Ward's ghost.

And the narrative looks at Lucy and says "I know how you wish to present yourself, but that's not who you are."

And Lucy is repeatedly shown to be incredibly Sensitive in so many ways. She is under the influence of the ghost of Annie Ward, but the emotions are still partly Lucy's. And most of the time she has the emotional intelligence to differentiate which feelings are hers and which ones are Annie's, and where they overlap. She chokes up with empathy on multiple occasions in the process of uncovering what happened to Annie Ward. She becomes enflamed with the desire for justice for someone who was murdered decades before she was born. She's shown that by her very nature, her emotions are her strength and not her weakness. Because she has a narrative that loves her and isn't lazy about her. She is the narrator and she tells us who she is, but the narrative shows her and us who she really is.

[shkika]

AUGH I love VV1 so much!!! I’d love to see a wholesome bonding moment between the two of them, possibly they were questioning their identity and started to get worked up but then they coaxed themselves down

Little reassurance before they make their way to hell.