#heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy ...

[cattywampers]

A. GH. Ggh. gh. g. JAW DROP

[three-headed-monster]

the way the sabres losing doesn't even matter to me because we're getting THIS content:

[thegreatstrongbow]

i tell you these things because i love you. // from fin <3

“Love does not make them hurt less.” Beleg answered quietly, turning his face away so that Finduilas did not see the pain in his eyes. It was not shame that made him hide, but guilt. This was a difficult time for her. She did not need to see how upset it made him too.

“Tell me again. Make it clear. There is no need to spare my feelings.”

[curejiraiya]

if you read any other posts I've made tonight I'm requiring you to add the -hic sound effect that gets added when people write drunk people. if you're not imagining me giggling and hiccuping every other line you're not reading it right

[selfnss]

the bandages fall away from his face in front of his most trusted executive. but he isn't his executive right now, isn't he? right now, chuuya is his lover, the man who most often keeps the boss's bed warm. dazai isn't one to usually mix business with pleasure but chuuya has always been the exception. with chuuya, all the lines are blurred.

" hey, you know when i die you will become the boss of the port mafia. "

just when the executive thinks he's pinned down the concrete boundaries and towering barricades between them, the ground beneath them shifts and chuuya finds himself back here again. back in the beast's jaws, pinned between canines and laid on his tongue. oh, but this is exactly where he needs to be. this is exactly where chuuya needs to be, looking down at those dark eyes beneath him, fingertips oh, so close to the jugular of the object of his fixation - chuuya's purpose.

head tilts, brows furrowing at the interruption of dazai's voice. deft touches stall, coming to a halt o'er bandaged sternum as gunmetal grey gaze locks with those pitch black ones amongst a mess of tangled brown hair. chuuya straightens, sitting up where he straddles the boss' hips and allowing his hair to fall over his face as he does so. there he goes again - blurring the lines. disturbing the water just as chuuya had gotten the surface to still and reflect the expected. now? the executive feels something lodged between his ribs, his fingers pressing just that bit harder into the pale skin at dazai's hip.

oh, how he wants to wrap his hands 'round that throat and squeeze until even those pitch black eyes become dull and still. oh, how chuuya wants to taste dazai's lips as the boss gives in to his executive's every whim and touch until day breaks over the city outside.

"when you die, it'll be on the end of my knife." the words are naught but a whisper as chuuya leans in, fingers combing through dark hair and gripping tight - tugging dazai's head back and lifting his chin. lips linger close, hot breath ghosting through the bandages already wrapped there. he could replace them with his belt and pull it tighter and tighter, squeezing and choking the beast until nothing remains-- teeth graze the surface, nipping at the skin beneath in a deft movement before chuuya lifts his chin and presses another kiss just beneath the boss' jaw, leaving a pink mark in his wake as the executive leaves another bite - one with more intent behind it this time.

"when you die," chuuya mutters the promise against dazai's skin, nails leaving indents in the other man's hip as he pins his demon in place. "when you die, it'll be 'cus i allowed it and no sooner."

[le-velo-pour-dru]

[finnitesimal]

anyway. Anyone here read the latest chapter of spyxfamily

[rpfisfine]

seks z pedałami seks z pedałami pchanie obciąganie dotykanie sie chujami‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[dizzybevvie]

How do I gush about Chase from the sonic realtime fandubs without sounding like a lunatic

[horrorphase]

ꜜ ﹙ 💳  ﹚ ﹕ from the very first time he tasted it, francis had always sought out trouble⸻ a way to catch the attention of those supposed to look after him at first, until it became much more primal than that. he didn't want it for the chaos itself, but for the way it made him feel alive ﹕ heart hammering in the kind of rhythm that reminded him there was blood in his veins, something sharp and hot and real. there was truth to friction, a clarity to standing too close to a breaking edge, and francis had spent half of his life testing the boundaries of that feeling. wondering how far he could lean into the heat before it burned him whole. and places like this were always ripe of the possibilities, the dancefloor a breeding ground of vices and mistakes, a pulsing thing of sweat, sound, and shadow. and yet, francis' attention was only locked— hooked, really— on someone that looked like trouble personified⸻ a scowl carved deep into a face that begged to be either shattered or worshipped under these seizure-bright strobing lights. “ that's one hell of a scar you've got there. ” francis said as he approached, raising his voice just enough to slip through the wall of sound, words came like they'd been dipped in something slow and sticky, deliberate. his lips curved into a smirk, the kind that asked for trouble because trouble was all he'd come here to find ﹕ but not exactly opposed to whatever else he might discover, especially now with a closer look. “ looks like it hurt like hell. it's kinda hot, though. y'know people love broken things. ” takes one to know one. gaze traced the jagged line along taylan's throat, lingering a little too long, mesmerized by how it almost glimmered faintly in the light, pale and uneven, standing out stark against his skin. then, his gaze dragged back up, searching for taylan's eyes, a thinly-veiled challenge in his expression. “ mind if i touch it ? ” the question slipped out like it was his right to ask, like he was already halfway there in his head, imagining his fingers trailing over the line of it. “ heard the dead girl also got her throat slit, but hers didn't get to heal like yours. ” @ofvolatile

[windamp]

reading a fic and enjoying it and then looking at the username and it's someone whose fics you enjoyed 5 yrs ago in a different fandom

[valeria-fortnite]

It was me, yes. I'm glad to see my choices prove more and more fruitful with positives, including your escape. Even if this isn't the first impression I would've wanted, lol.

Let's keep in touch, Midas.

Girls aren't allowed to have fun anymore, it's all:

Ohhh, Val don't call the peas a dilf, Valeria don't drink enough nitro to burn down Olympus, Valeriaaa nooo don't awaken horrors beyond our comprehension.

[mytardisisparked]

Hiiiiiii Dr Agent Scully Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.......

[upsidedownapple]

[CHAPTER THREE LOADED]

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[AFTER CHASING YOUR BROTHER YOU WALK OVER TO YOUR FRIEND, LIANIS HOUSE]

["Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy"]

["How are you doing?"]

["HELLO LIANI MY BUDDY, MY PAL, HOW ARE YOU ON THIS FINE DAY?"]

( @multifandomcutie13 )

[creating-constellations]

heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy vex'ahlia (blushing connotation)

[thenamesblurrito]

heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy i updated TFA Buzzard again thanks to my buddy jeet doing such a cool sketch of them (you can see it in the first pic here) that it inspired me to change up their shapes and colors a little bit. i really like this iteration, i think it captures the TFA style better than the first two. i may need to work on the pedes a bit but it's still a big improvement