#i could listen to all day

[spittingstar]

dhakwqo

[freeme169875]

Young Justice my beloved

I spent far too long on this but I genuinely love all of them too much so ignore timeline continuity for who’s there 💖

And then also here are some sketches. Originally did the 4 that have hidden faces but once again I love all of the too much so I did all of them ofc

[ayo-edebiri]

Andrew Garfield

On connecting through grief in We Live In Time (Yahoo Entertainment)

[doesephs]

neil and kevin in smart suits fuck nora’s fuckarse fits, commission that got cancelled

[bacchuschucklefuck]

we let the ocean drown out our voices/enjoying the bitterness/in the chaotic light, I close my eyes and see

[atomicfoxx]

Literally I’ve never been attracted to Channing Tatum until I saw him as Remy LeBeau/Gambit. And when I tell you I NEED HIM 😩😭💚

[benevolenterrancy]

May your hardened heart be woken By the soft and distant song Of all you left here unspoken All the shards we keep stepping on - Take this body home Take this body home Call the wind, and let her know Take this life outgrown Take this broken soul Call the stars, call them all And take it high, take it far, take it home

[aquanutart]

[buckysbarnes]

Joe Keery | NME interview

[moonsnqil]

Kevin watching Jean ask Jeremy if he's okay, watching Jean offer to hold Laila's bag so she can fix her shoe, watching Jean hand Cat a granola bar before a game because she looked a little unsteady. He's not jealous, he had his time by Jean's side. Maybe it's grief. Grief for something that was never so innocent, never so untouched by cruel hands, something that could've been better if they were anyone else. Grief for something that's long passed and can never be fixed to be made better than before. He had his time at the receiving end of Jean's concerned glances. Maybe he's just a little sad that when he's at an away game, he no longer buys post cards for a friend. Maybe he just misses this person who used to always be by his side but they both knows it's better this way. Jean is happy, it's not with Kevin, and that's okay.

[byemambo]

POND PONLAWIT AS HILL

Fourever You (2024) | 1.03

[philtrashnumberunus]

me walking to class in the winter: this must be how edward little felt

me nursing my dry and cracked hands: this must be how james fitzjames felt

me wrangling a table of children: this must be how francis crozier felt

me enjoying a podcast about the bible: this must be how john irving felt

me craving the taste of human flesh: this must be how cornelius hickey felt

[waterymoss]

The raw emotion in this line…Katie Leung is simply spectacular 🤌 what a talent.

[wigglesdtuff]

idk

[den-ai-d]

Something to celebrate Mononobe finally being real. Deadbeat dad enjoyers rejoice!!! 🥳🎉

From what I heard, he's apparently meta or something??? Honestly deserve what with how long it took for him to be pull-able.

[whirlybirbs]

True form All Might maybe?

TOSHINORI YAGI's voice is like melted butter; warm and rich. It's decadent and it spills across your skin as his mouth ghosts up the line of your throat.

The bedroom is dark, but you don't need to see him to know that he's lost his hold on sensibility. It's the cadence of his voice, the stutter-step of his hips, the desperate feel of his hands around your face.

"God, baby, I love you," he babbles, his long, lean torso pressed against yours as he fucks you slow and steady and thorough into the mattress, "You're so perfect, you're so beautiful — Sh-Shit! I fucking l-love you—"

His heavy cock draws in and out of you languidly, the feeling hiking your pleasure up a notch as he buries a bruising kiss against your lips; his large, calloused hands hold your face close to his.

"You're s-so perfect," he's muttering roughly, the heat of the words scorching your skin as he kisses your neck. He's fucking you a little rougher now, his thrusts a bit harsher, his hold a bit less tender, "Y-You take me so well, don't you? You like it, f-fuck, when I get a little rough? When I can't control myself?"

You do. God, you do. In the heat of it all, in the darkness, you nod feebly as a gasp is wrung out of you — the pad of his thumb dances in a rough circle across your clit as his pace increases. It makes you drag him down for a rough kiss, one that makes you tug on his bangs and earns you a throaty hum. He pulls away long enough to grit out a shaky moan.

He's close. You're closer.

It's delicious.

In the dark, it's just him and his voice. It's just a tenderness that bleeds into desperation, it's just a need that makes you both dissolve into bitten kisses and rough hands.

His voice, though, is still so damn warm.

"What's it like", he gasps into your mouth, "To know you make All Might lose control?"

He gets his answer:

You cum.

— [ send an ask: birbs' smut blurbs ; minors dni ]