#i can't SLEEP

[gremlin-boah]

Yea.

[primarinite]

i know they ate a cheese

[dalliancekay]

If You Love Aziraphale

I'm inviting you into my prayer circle We worship good books, and fics, hot chocolate, treats of all kinds; we give zero fucks about people wilfully misunderstanding us and we practice chilling and taking naps instead of trying to do something all the time cos there are so many things to do (and worry about but we don't talk about that). To apply: - declare your love for Aziraphale

That's it. You are in. Welcome. We start as soon as we finish the chapter. Or when they kiss in this fic already, yeah, that's more likely...

[ventique18]

🐉 is carrying their baby because 🌸♀️ is in the restroom.

🐉: *humming a lullaby*

🐉🍼: *kneads dad's chest*

🐉🍼: *bites, attempting to feed*

🐉: "..."

🐉🍼: "..."

🐉🍼: 💢 *Punches dad in the face* (He felt scammed)

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🐉: "Why does my own son hate me..."

🐊: "Sire... The little prince is just hungry!"

⚔️: "Yes, I'm sure he would have acted differently if he was full and awake."

🐉: "He flatulates directly on my face but not on his mother's when we are asleep..."

🐊: "SIRE..! The... The little prince is just too full!"

⚔️: "Yes, I'm-- I'm sure he would have acted differently if he wasn't so full and was awake."

🐉: "He urinated straight to my face when I was changing his diaper the other day..."

🐊: "Sire..!"

⚔️: "My liege..."

[iliothermia]

If you could ask me to draw fanart of ONE character who would it be

[nostalgiaclown]

I think Emmrich would be really good at relaxing someone with an overactive mind... when the insomnia hits and your brain just won't turn off..

I think he could talk to you about anything and everything. Maybe he just plays with your hair, gently rubs your arm in time with slow, gentle breaths...

Pulls you close to his chest and let's the steady thrum of his heart keep you grounded, maybe he could just... describe a scene for you to imagine.. till you drift off...

[gin-juice-tonic]

Its glossed over in the show but Ford was able to hunt down Stan's impermanent motel address to send him that postcard. I can only imagine Fords been keeping tabs on him, but how long for? To what extent? Did he know the kind of trouble Stan was in? He seems caught off guard when Stan talks about his life right before the portal accident.

We see Stan call Ford and hang up without saying anything. Did Ford ever do something similar to Stan?

The things left in between the canon of this show man

[maomilaa]

good luck babe!

[lovelyscourge]

<3

[she/they - ok to reblog]

[chaotic-planet]

I Can't Sleep Hear the Flibbity Jibbity Jibber Jabber

Saturn stop having weird ideas challenge (IMPOSSIBLE)

[inv3ga]

It's not fair that ii always get to be the mean one

Barely proofread

+18 MDNI

ii x Mean Dom!femme reader

Denial Kink ii

“Only one of us is getting off tonight, ii. And I'll give you a hint who it is.”

A sharp squeal left your lips as you positioned the vibrator, nestling it right up against your g-spot. Your feet tapped against the bed, and your head shook in overwhelming pleasure. Your laptop camera jostling from the manic movements.

“And just think, this could have been you doing this to me. Oh fuck, I'm so close. Be a good boy and show me those hands.”

Drool was starting to pool at the corner of your lips from your impending orgasm, but all that mattered; what would be the tipping point, is if ii's cockhead was covered in precum and his hands to his sides.

“Sweetheart, it's been eight days! Please let me cum!” ii whispered as loud as he could in a bus of his sleeping Bandmates.

He had kept his laptop positioned closer to his chest to hide the fact that he had been stroking himself in slow, soft movements so as not to make a sound; so as not to incur a punishment, but he couldn't take it anymore.

“ii. Have you been touching yourself?” The purr in your voice gone and the sound of the vibrator clicked off. The look in your eyes clearly read, “pissed off.”

“Show me your hands. Show me them now.”

ii panicked. His hands were stained with sticky precum, and he knew if he showed you them, your solution to his misbehaving would be a torturous one. ii also knew that if he tried to wipe them off on the sheets, the laptop would shake and give him away.

“Sweetheart, love of my life, sublime being that which my life revolves around… Please take pity on me.”, he whined. “It's been eight days since you've let me cum, and it's been, fuck, almost a month since I've felt your warm, wet cunt around my cock. I am literally begging you for mercy.”

And that's when ii made a grave mistake. In his plea for mercy he made a praying geture; with glistening fingers and the way the laptop light shone on his face from him repositioning it to show how desperate he was for sweet release enhanced the view of his pink cheeks and blown out pupils.

“Oh, ii. Look how beautiful you are…” you cooed. Hope he had never felt before surged through him. But as quickly as your purr had resurfaced, it was just as hastily removed from your tone. ii knew he was fucked.

“You want to fuck me so bad, hm? That's exactly what you'll get, but I meant it when I said you're not cumming tonight. Or the next night. In fact,you're not cumming until I feel like you've earned it. Hands.” You tapped on your own keyboard where you wanted him to place his.

All he could do was whimper and let a tear drop. This was utter torment.

“Yes, love.”

Once you felt completely back in control, you let your voice sweet as honey begin to drip into his ears again.

“Wanna know how you're going to fuck me, baby?”

ii was unsure of if or how to respond, so he waited patiently for you to answer for him.

“Words, slut.”

A stuttered, “H-How,love?” Was all he could manage.

You pushed your laptop to the edge of the bed, and with a cheeky grin, you whispered, “One moment.”

You climbed off your bed and ii could hear a drawer open and he knew immediately what you were planning. His cock twitched to an aching degree and he couldn't help but let out a soft groan.

“You can't be serious, love! This is torture!”

With a cat that got the cream smile plastered on your face, you brought the all too familiar dildo into view; familiar in the sense that it was a perfect plastered cast of ii's cock. You both had agreed that you would only use It for simulated double penetration; a shared kink of yours. To use it like this was downright savage.

“Don't you want to see what you're missing? Don't you want to see the kind of pleasure you could be giving me? Answer me.”

ii couldn't deny that the thought of watching you get off on his cock from an angle that he would otherwise never be privy to made his cock throb to a painful degree, but you had promised.

“Love, you said tha-”

You swiftly cut him off to remind him of his promise.

“And who fondled their cock when they swore to be a good boy and enjoy the shows I put on specifically for him until he earned cumming privileges?”

And with that he shut up. And with that you spread your legs as far apart to give him the best show possible. Positioning his counterpart at your entrance, you stopped and giggled.

“Your bravery to go against my word has me sopping, baby. I shouldn't, but I will. Tonight you can cum with me. Now watch as I fill my hole with one quick thrust like you always do. 3…2…1…”

ii had never grabbed and pumped his cock so fast in his life.

The anticipation of being able to do this for real had you both moaning each other's names like a mantra, whining, growling, panting, all in under the span of five minutes.

Cruel and unusual? Perhaps. Worth it? Most certainly.

[babygirlblogger]

[slashparty]

[msmpictures]

¿Maroon? She deserves at least a sketch dude..

Maroon my life, no more no less

[metamatar]

sometimes im reading like, really depressing books about the contours of the rot in this country and i wonder if i could just stop caring about hindutva, find it less interesting in that macabre way you are curious about how you will deal with the death of someone you love, not feel the quiet anger-guilt-responsibility in the background humming, to give yourself the relief of indulging in fantasy and to never remember you made that choice.

[laputaskies]

What's a favor between friends?