#i love my husbad

[necomargot]

My life has been too horrible the last 30 years...

This is what cheers me up when I look ahead and there is only darkness... thank you husbandos for so much, sorry for so little

The goal is to make this video with all the instrumentals... but I'm sleepy.

[pastelwitchling]

Prompt: Alex is limping but for once it is not because of his leg or Alex Manes deserves having his back blown out by his husbad on the regular.

@joaneteporis

Can you do one where Michael notices Alex limping really bad and thinks his leg is acting up, but in reality he's limping because Michael made love to him really hard the night before and his ass hurts. He doesn't want to make Michael feel bad, so he pretends it's his leg. But eventually Michael finds out the truth. I'm a big fan of your stories. Love these two together. ❤

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Alex was limping more than usual, and Michael had noticed.

He’d first picked up on it when Alex had come to visit him at the junkyard with lunch from the Crashdown. Michael had groaned at the sight and took Alex’s waist in his hands. “Damn, that looks good.” He shrugged a shoulder. “The food, too.”

Alex snickered, trying to cut off the giggles before they came, but it was too late. Michael’s smile widened as he nuzzled Alex’s jaw, drinking in the sound. No one else could do this, he thought with pride that flooded his chest. No one else could make Alex so carefree. The haunted soldier giggling? Yeah, only for Michael to do, sorry.

“You’re such a dork,” Alex said, his cheeks flushed as he brushed the stubble on Michael’s cheek with his free hand as he always liked to do. “I don’t like you working in this heat, come on, come sit with me. We can eat before I have to head back.”

Michael agreed, and his smile fell the second he saw Alex continue to limp. Sometimes when he got out of the car and he’d been driving for a while after a particularly tough few hours at work, his leg tended to ache, but Michael walked behind him, studying his husband. His limp was way more pronounced, and his brow pinched with very step like the pain was too much to ignore this time. In seconds, he was at Alex’s side, taking his free arm and holding most of his weight.

 Alex blinked. “What’re you doing?”

“Helping,” Michael grunted. “Your limp’s getting worse.”

“Oh,” Alex said, then to Michael’s surprise, he smiled and blushed. “I-I’m fine.”

“You don’t have to pretend for me,” Michael said. “Here, sit down,” and he eased him onto the steps leading up to the trailer, and knelt between his legs, running his hands up and down Alex’s thighs.

Alex chuckled, setting down the bag and cupping Michael’s face. “Baby, I’m fine. Trust me.”

“Are they working you too hard over there again?” Michael growled. “Do I need to talk to Ramos?”

Alex scoffed. “I really have no desire whatsoever to see my husband throw my boss out a twelve-story window, Michael. It’d make going back to work very awkward.”

Michael rested his chin on Alex’s good knee. “I don’t want anyone taking advantage of you.”

“No one’s taking advantage of me.”

“It’s not your fault you’re a genius.”

Alex’s shoulders shook with his laughter. “Oh the burden.”

“They can’t put you on that damn elite floor if they’re just going to make you use the stairs!”

“They’re not making me use the stairs.”

“You’re a different circumstance, Alex, there’s nothing wrong with that!”

Alex looked like he was holding back another laugh. “I know.”

“If they’re pushing you even though they know about your leg—”

“Guerin, it’s not their fault I’m limping,” Alex said, his words coated in quiet laughter. “It’s yours.”

Michael frowned, standing straight on his knees. “What do you mean?” Had he made the ground tremble again without realizing it? Had his powers lashed out and he’d made Alex trip without noticing? Had his alien side come after Alex again and—Michael was sick at the thought—hurt his husband? But then, why would Alex say it with such joy in his eyes? He knew how much Michael hated himself whenever his powers lashed out, so was he just trying to ease the blow?

“Remember two nights ago?” Alex asked, and Michael’s brow furrowed. He shook his head, about to ask what he had done two nights ago that had . . .

Then he remembered. It had been a heated night, the two having been separated because of a three-day work trip Alex had taken. When he’d gotten back, Michael’s hunger and fear at having been away from him had overtaken him, and he’d had Alex naked and in bed minutes after picking him up at the bus station. He’d been a wild animal, the entire night dedicated to thrusting into Alex, burying himself inside his husband and refusing to move for hours. He still felt Alex’s nail marks in his back whenever he moved, a delicious sting that made him hard all over again. A pleased, happy smile was tugging at his lips at the memory when he realized . . .

His eyes widened, and Alex saw the moment the answer hit him, and he burst into the laughter which he’d been holding. Michael, meanwhile, was still gaping. “I-I . . . because I . . .”

“Got it right, baby,” Alex sighed, long and deep, and pressed a loud, smacking kiss to Michael’s forehead.

“It’s my fault,” he murmured, eyes wide and on Alex’s leg.

“Yeah,” Alex said, as though the pain pleased him. “Although, I don’t know if you would’ve had me limping if I’d still had my whole leg, but,” he shrugged, “I’m not complaining.”

Michael’s eyes darkened. He growled, “Oh, believe me, Private, I’d have you limping—what am I saying? I don’t want you to limp at all!”

Alex slid his hands into Michael’s curls and pulled him in, lowering his own head to slot their mouths together. “I love it,” he breathed against Michael’s lips the second they pulled back. “I love the feeling of my thighs burning, I love the way my whole body aches because you held onto me that tightly. Every time I sit down,” he leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of Michael’s ear, and whispered, “I can feel you, deep inside me.”

He leaned back again and Michael, dazed, followed him until Alex was sitting against the door and smiling innocently. “So don’t you dare feel bad. Now.” He held up the Crashdown bag. “You hungry?”

And he proceeded to unload the bag, laying out to-go box after box, while Michael was stuck staring at him, unable to remove his gaze.

“Are you trying to kill me now?”

Alex’s grin widened and he winked at Michael before holding a forkful of pasta up to his lips. “Open up. You’ll need your strength for the rest of the day.”

“Why?” Michael grumbled. “I’m not the one whose whole body hurts right now.”

“No,” he agreed, and his smile hinted at something dark. “But your back still stings, doesn’t it?”

Michael groaned. Alex really was trying to kill him, just by making his heart burst out of his chest. Something, in turn, that Michael knew only he could do. He supposed that made them even.

[murasaki-cha]

Cardan's confession this! Cardan's confession that! AND I GET YOU!!! IT REWIRED MY ENTIRE BRAIN CHEMISTRY TOO!!!

But give my girl Jude some credit because she literally recited a whole page worth of a confession just to convince her husbad that she really loves him/srs

[pastappixie]

Anyways

I promise to my pookie to draw his husbad because I love hef so much

So here you are @im-a-simp898 come to get yoh man🗣🗣🗣🔥🔥🔥

+ some other doodles i made at school :3

Dont mind at the voto di giaco in the cross one plz

[hotheadrednecksimmer]

Darkside Part 2 - Struck by Love Legacy Challenge - Season 3, Episode 64

TW: Alluding to sexual activities. (nothing actually shown except skin fr fr, maybe a butt)

Callie takes a deep breath not caring that he sees the tears on her face, the ones he caused: Sure, Nathaniel. Let's talk.

Callie stood up and face her husbad: Let's talk about how for the past couple of weeks you've been absent. An absent father, an absent friend, an absent husband. It's like you've been frozen in time and shut everyone out.

Nathaniel attempts to speak: I-

Callie shakes her head: No, I'm speaking. I can overlook not being there for me. I've been my own person for a long time, was single up until we started dating or being together, whatever. But what I cannot stand, is you not being there for your kids. Spencer misses you, Sutton is too young to hold memories, but these years of her being this little. Both of them being this little, will fly by. And if you're not careful, Nathaniel, you won't be apart of it. You won't know when Sutton takes her first steps, her first word, her first bite of baby food. You won't know when Spencer can recite the alphabet, shapes, or colors. You need to be there. Especially if, if - Callie trails off not wanting to finish her thought.

Nathaniel: I know.

Callie looks at him, she barely spoke: Are you leaving me?

Nathaniel: No, I just- Let me explain okay?

So Nathaniel told her everything that had happened between Monica and him in his office.

Callie listened to his whole story: So, you were just playing along? To get information from her?

Nathaniel breathes: Yes, I just did what I thought she wanted. I still told her not to touch me and in the end I did tell her off. I think Barnabas isn't giving her everything she wants, so she came to me thinking that I would.

Callie: So, you don't want to be with her?

Nathaniel stares into her eyes: Calliope, you are the woman of my dreams. Monica is my past, you are my present and my future. There's no one else on this planet that I want to spend the rest of my life with.

Callie: Good, because I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

Callie: So you love me?

Nathaniel: Tremendously.

Nathaniel: I'm going to spend every day of my life making it up to you.

Callie: I'm looking forward to that, if it includes more of this.

Nathaniel: Lots of this.

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[yumemaxxing]

I LOVR MY HUSBANF I LOVE MY HUSBAD I LOVE MY HSUABD

[visd3stele]

i finished watching griselda on netflix and i have thoughts!!

first of all, the opening quote is still sending chills down my spine. i don't condone addiction or drug dealing at any costs, but imagine being told pablo fucking escobar fears you and only you. SICK!!

then it shows this woman – mind you i have no real life knowledge on griselda blanco – who is forced by her husband to sleep with his brother to clear a debt.

she is a mother first of all, a woman facing a men's world alone. her sons are first on her priorities and she would do anything to see them safe and fulfilled. this presentation gains sympathy from watchers and i think it's brilliant, especially for what's about to come.

her path isn't easy and i found myself rooting for her to succeed, even disliking carmen when she got mad about griselda's "bussiness". the emotional stake at the beggining worked a bit too well. plus, she was helping all these people, gaining a empire that she ruled with justice and compassion. she was a woman of the people and that's what drawn all of them to her.

another thing i love was the feeling of comunity that started to snap looser and looser by episode. simply amazing. she gave all this people a shared purpose, a feeling they belong that the watcher could be swiped right into. *chef's kiss*

the downfall was even more tragic like this.

the first time she hears her "title", even i get a smile on my face. the power, the recognition, all of it is tangible. intoxicating.

but then it starts getting to her head. and things spiral out of control. she gets addicted, her head's not clear anymore and her sons get mixed up in all this mess. her new husbad tries to be a voice of reason when he doesn't recognize her anymore, but fails miserably. and one by one griselda hurts and betrays all those she cares about, without meaning to.

that's how – that's why – she loses everything. as former criminals, like Dario, get redeemed, cured of that life, griselda sunks deeper. it's her own power that destroys her, such is the fate of all great empires.

and i absolutely love this rollercoaster of emotions packed in only 6 episodes. it's been a looooong while since i watched something good on netflix, but this? THIS is what i signed up for!!

[mariana-oconnor]

The Copper Beeches pt 2

I observed that he sat frequently for half an hour on end, with knitted brows and an abstracted air, but he swept the matter away with a wave of his hand when I mentioned it. "Data! data! data!" he cried impatiently. "I can't make bricks without clay." And yet he would always wind up by muttering that no sister of his should ever have accepted such a situation.

Holmes is worried. He really does seem to always worry about women in potentially abusive situations. This is also why the werid Enola Holmes law suit was weird, btw. The argument for that was that Holmes wasn't depicted as caring about women until the later works, which were not out of copyright, yet this was published in 1892. He's literally referencing a theoretical sister here in a way that clearly shows he would be a concerned brother.

"Please be at the Black Swan Hotel at Winchester at midday to-morrow," it said. "Do come! I am at my wit's end. HUNTER.

I love the tone of this telegram. It's got that 'please' at the beginning, to be polite, but then at the end it's less 'I'm scared' and more exasperation.

"That will do very nicely. Then perhaps I had better postpone my analysis of the acetones, as we may need to be at our best in the morning."

Alas, the acetones will have to wait. Holmes is both willing to postpone his chemistry, but also concerned that he will need to be his best.

By eleven o'clock the next day we were well upon our way to the old English capital.

Such a weird little historical note there. London's been the capital city of England since... Idk... around the Normal conquest in 1066? I don't know if there's an exact date. Most people these days wouldn't even know that Winchester used to be an important city, but Watson's just slipping that in there.

Holmes had been buried in the morning papers all the way down, but after we had passed the Hampshire border he threw them down and began to admire the scenery. It was an ideal spring day, a light blue sky, flecked with little fleecy white clouds drifting across from west to east. The sun was shining very brightly, and yet there was an exhilarating nip in the air, which set an edge to a man's energy. All over the countryside, away to the rolling hills around Aldershot, the little red and grey roofs of the farm-steadings peeped out from amid the light green of the new foliage.

Another lovely description of the scenery and the weather. Everything's so nice. What a lovely day to prevent a crime. And Holmes taking time to look at the scenery.

"You look at these scattered houses, and you are impressed by their beauty. I look at them, and the only thought which comes to me is a feeling of their isolation and of the impunity with which crime may be committed there."

Holmes is super optimistic. This entire speech about the country is why Midsomer Murders exists. Lolol. Look at the idyllic countryside, just full of crime and violence.

"But look at these lonely houses, each in its own fields, filled for the most part with poor ignorant folk who know little of the law."

I feel like that's a little rude of you. I'm pretty sure that even in the countryside people know that murder and theft are illegal.

"I have devised seven separate explanations, each of which would cover the facts as far as we know them."

I want to know what these seven explanations are. I really do.

"In the first place, I may say that I have met, on the whole, with no actual ill-treatment from Mr and Mrs Rucastle."

I feel like this is more luck than anything else. The man is very creepy. We have not yet met the wife, but if she is anything like her husbad described her, she too is very creepy.

"I have gathered that they have been married about seven years, that he was a widower, and that his only child by the first wife was the daughter who has gone to Philadelphia. Mr Rucastle told me in private that the reason why she had left them was that she had an unreasoning aversion to her stepmother."

The fact that she's a stepmother doesn't fill me with confidence in this matter. Still not sure Alice isn't buried under the floorboards. Not to malign stepparents, but in stories like this, they're often the bad guys.

"Mrs Rucastle seemed to me to be colourless in mind as well as in feature. She impressed me neither favourably nor the reverse. She was a nonentity. It was easy to see that she was passionately devoted both to her husband and to her little son. Her light grey eyes wandered continually from one to the other, noting every little want and forestalling it if possible."

This is the most insulting description of a person. She's just nothingness personified. Although this in itself is unsettling. The fact that her husband seems to have such a big personality and she just fades into the background and tries to pre-empt his needs. Eeeh... I'm getting weird vibes. Maybe she's just a naturally retiring and quiet person. But it feels more like a woman who is scared of upsetting her husband. We once again have only the husband's reported word that Alice left because of her.

And sometimes she's just found crying?

Yeeeah. I'm not into this. Nope. Not good.

More than once I have surprised her in tears. I have thought sometimes that it was the disposition of her child which weighed upon her mind, for I have never met so utterly spoiled and so ill-natured a little creature. He is small for his age, with a head which is quite disproportionately large. His whole life appears to be spent in an alternation between savage fits of passion and gloomy intervals of sulking. Giving pain to any creature weaker than himself seems to be his one idea of amusement, and he shows quite remarkable talent in planning the capture of mice, little birds, and insects.

Ah, our earlier suspicions about the child are accurate, it seems. This is a serial killer in the making. If this were a modern story he would have killed his older sister by pushing her down the stairs and his parents would be covering it up.

I don't know where the creepy servants come in. Maybe they just don't like the Rucastles because they're serial killers?

"'Oh, yes,' said he, turning to me, 'we are very much obliged to you, Miss Hunter, for falling in with our whims so far as to cut your hair. I assure you that it has not detracted in the tiniest iota from your appearance. We shall now see how the electric-blue dress will become you. You will find it laid out upon the bed in your room, and if you would be so good as to put it on we should both be extremely obliged.'"

Creeeeepy creepy creepy creepy. Just skin-crawlingly creepy. Don't comment on her appearance, dickhead. This is just a whole pile of weird.

"The dress which I found waiting for me was of a peculiar shade of blue. It was of excellent material, a sort of beige"

I've looked up beige but I still don't really understand what this means, because yes it did used to refer to a fabric, but the fabric was specifically undyed wool. This fabric is definitely dyed, so... Is it a woollen dress?

"...then Mr Rucastle, walking up and down on the other side of the room, began to tell me a series of the funniest stories that I have ever listened to. You cannot imagine how comical he was, and I laughed until I was quite weary."

So he wants her to dress up pretty and listen to his stand-up routine?

"They were always very careful, I observed, to turn my face away from the window, so that I became consumed with the desire to see what was going on behind my back. At first it seemed to be impossible, but I soon devised a means. My hand-mirror had been broken, so a happy thought seized me, and I concealed a piece of the glass in my handkerchief."

I'm always so happy when the people who come to Holmes do their own detective work. Like Mr Melas in the last story, getting the information out of poor Paul under the villains' noses. Miss Hunter here is not just accepting what's going on, she's trying to actively decipher it. Alas, her subterfuge is discovered and she is turned into an active participant in whatever game the Rucastles are playing on the man in the street outside.

Interesting that Mrs Rucastle is the one who takes the initiative here. Clearly she's not as silent a partner in this as she appears.

"'It's only Carlo, my mastiff. I call him mine, but really old Toller, my groom, is the only man who can do anything with him. We feed him once a day, and not too much then, so that he is always as keen as mustard. Toller lets him loose every night, and God help the trespasser whom he lays his fangs upon. For goodness' sake don't you ever on any pretext set your foot over the threshold at night, for it's as much as your life is worth.'"

Ah good. Animal cruelty and oblique threats to her life. That's what we like to see. 'We essentially starve our dog to make sure he's aggressive' is such a dick move. I can see where little Edward gets his animal cruelty from. A chip off the old block, that one.

This family is just so messed up.

Holmes has connections with loads of people, he must know someone who needs a governess and isn't a complete nightmare of a person.

"The very first key fitted to perfection, and I drew the drawer open. There was only one thing in it, but I am sure that you would never guess what it was. It was my coil of hair."

Yep, that's Alice's hair. I don't think I remember Alice being buried under the floorboards, but I honestly wouldn't put it past these people.

"There was one wing, however, which appeared not to be inhabited at all. A door which faced that which led into the quarters of the Tollers opened into this suite, but it was invariably locked."

Oooooh. Alice is locked in the secret wing of the house. How very Bluebeard.

I once saw him carrying a large black linen bag with him through the door.

The mind does automatically go to 'body', doesn't it? I don't think it is a body, but that is what I thought immediately on reading this.

Violet Hunter does pretty much all the leg work in this story. She works out that there's someone behind her, she discovers the forbidden rooms, she sneaks into them. She gets so close to discovering the truth and then...

I turned and ran—ran as though some dreadful hand were behind me clutching at the skirt of my dress. I rushed down the passage, through the door, and straight into the arms of Mr Rucastle, who was waiting outside.

Well... this isn't going to end well.

"'My dear young lady! my dear young lady!'—you cannot think how caressing and soothing his manner was—'and what has frightened you, my dear young lady?' "But his voice was just a little too coaxing. He overdid it. I was keenly on my guard against him."

Glad to see that she's finally seeing through him and has the sense not to tell him what she saw. Although she probably shouldn't have left the door open.

"'Well, then, you know now. And if you ever put your foot over that threshold again'—here in an instant the smile hardened into a grin of rage, and he glared down at me with the face of a demon—'I'll throw you to the mastiff.'"

Ah, there it is, a direct threat to her life. His illusions of civility are peeled back and he's no longer just creepy, but actively horrible.

I do like Violet Hunter, she's such an active participant in events. She doesn't just present a puzzle and then let Holmes tell her what's up, she sniffs around and tries to work out what's going on. And what's going on is a whole lot of bad news.

I'm not sure why Alice is locked in the forbidden wing of the house, but that really doesn't matter. I didn't think she was in Philadelphia. It might be a story a little similar to Miss Sutherland's. She has an inheritance and if she marries, her father and stepmother will no longer have access to it, so locked in her rooms she must be and a doppelganger brought out to pretend that Alice is still happy and healthy.

A whole house full of horrible people. And that poor dog.

I wonder what happened to Alice's mother.

[voyeur-clairvoyant]

With all my love for Camelia Elias (and partially Enrique Enriquez), the almost EXCLUSIVE VISUAL reading school is just so boring.

To neglect the powerful and CORE allegoric identity of the Triumph suit in favor of the tasteless details is such a waste of an intrument. Watering down Temperance (pun intended) to just her jugs is boring at best, dismissive at worst.

I genuinely don't understand what's even the point of using a tarot deck at all (if not for the "magical & mysterious" aesthetic). If you only put attention to the details of the deck, the poses, the objetcs, then let yourself free with a sibilla or an illustrated fortune-telling deck.

The whole point of the Triumph suit is the powerful concepts it depicts. A tarot reader I follow said (reviewing an awful deck) very wisely that she could read using only blank cards with the name of every arcana because the drawing itself is just the vehicle for a major message.

And don't get me wrong, I don't think ignoring the picture is part of a great reading, but ignoring the allegory is DEFINITELY part of a terrible one.

Not only you curse yourself into only being capable of read with a single deck, but you're gonna miss a fucking lot of useful information. Dismissing Time/Hermit to a generic old man is almost as worse as Jodorowsky rambling about made-up eggs and made-up numeric relationships. You're trapped in a lack of meaning and to solve it, you make meaning out of nowhere, victoriously blind to the shining presence in front of you.

If the card illustrates DEATH, the core concept must be revolving around DEATH. Not the plants in the ground, not the number of ribs, not the numeric properties of the numer 13 and definitely not about invigorated LIFE at all.

Like dude, seriously. All respect to Camelia but the welcome reading in the introduction of "To read like the Devil" is just... are you being serious? She really did a Jodo there CASUALLY deducting that the woman and her husbad were having a bad time about she forcing him to drink. With Temperance and Fortitude NONTHELESS, the fucking cards of DISCIPLINE AND SELF REGULATION.

Are you kidding me???

How in the sweet and sour fuck can you extract that? Like, if I had to play her game why don't we look to the pair of femenine figures showing their breats and the masculine one with a massive rod? Why don't we look to the hats? The fact that only one of them is sitting?

She casually drops that deduction with nothing to made-up hints. Because oh boy, she's not only not answering just one question:

She doesn't even get a card of cups in the fucking reading!

Call me crazy but I believe that if your answers revolves around A DRINKING PROBLEM at least ONE CUP is a requirement. But no.

I like Camelia's style of reading, the way she's strict and clear with the symbols (when she is). But the visual method is just a fuuuuuuuuuuucking waste of everything. Barely using a deck to drag conclusions from thin air. I can understand it coming from Sesemarot, who reads (I love you Sesamerot) with a fucking SESAME STREET DECK and doesnt have the same deepness of a tarot deck.

BUT IF YOU DO HAVE A TAROT DECK and dare to read ONLY with the visual method, then OH BOY, then you're the lucky one, because you have a whole world to learn in front of you. Do yourself that favor.

[cashaywallace]

WiFi down… data be wack or else I’d make a video rn ..

Thatgirllaylay… pinned photos on gram are evidence first two …

Pink suit used India love email Dillion for prostitution.. will got the juice mama YouTube eazybink Justin of London bytsmooth… walking to library rn …

Nicole and Lee or as lee says I’m walking around w a police computer that I stole… SO VENICE I TOOK YA DESKTOP .. okay iPad.

Anyways laylay first video rape video … sexual telepathic abuse .. cardi kulture example video last night …

Ummm… she IS CONFUSED like storm reid but storm is a zendaya to the public while zendaya is behind the camera “sugar babe” Cassie spread legs picture ..

But laylay… it the intent when ya post ya photos in certain outfits..

Ya pic photo ya cud be feeling yourself but the video is “fuck me daddy birkin me for skin” …

I got these kids two take care of and don’t no body wana house me …

Glendale pd needs to be investigated like lost hills but I’m tired of going alone. All* who ride alone show ur in stand w me being separated 25 YRs But 10 (13) months from MY PARTNER AND HUSBAD .. nip cudnt get me cause ANGER. Learning street code respect w the aliens LAPD … WE ALREADY HERE HIGHER FOCED CALL ME ADONI MENTALLY.

LEE UR DUMB NICKI COLLEN NICOLE TAYLOR …

Glendale you got the men as the abusers that I tell you are safe so you partook in nipsey AND ALEXIS MURDER - BRANDI PROSTITUTION EAZY IINK FIG ROW WALKERS fuck to get off slide some Coke.. Preston Taylor name use and will got the juice photo or Olivia gold ..

All these golddigging prostitutions got the same looks Lee .. Nateana Brandi fig row brown jackson*

Nateana use Nicole Jackson photo over the internet to get $$$ and her “current” bf from AVA when I lived there …

Some things coming in… reading tweets n blogs rn 10:01 .. Howard ya wake early or this the first news ya read when ya get up??

A agent turned medically sleep MILLI TEROOR LEE COLLEEN NOCK ME OUT BEYONCÉ ON PURPOSE CAUSE IM ASHAME COLLEEN SAYS “then she can’t be to blame like cashay” WELP BITCH I NEVER DID DUMB SHIT AND IF IMA DO SOMETHING IMA SNITCH.

Ima post some photos … CONTROL YA SELF DONT PAY ME THIS JUST EXAMPLES FOR THE YOUTH LOVING YOUSELF BUT NOT .. HOINGNTO THE PUBLIC .. AGAIN I GOT SOME ROLLS THAT I NEVER POSTED BC WELP… IN THE MOMENT MY BODY DID ITS THING AND THEY CUTE PHOTOS BUT THEY CUD SEND THE WRONG MESSAGE SO THEY PRIVATE SEND OFF FOR BABY.. but AS AN EXAMPLE FOR THE YOUNGINS TRYING TO UNDERSTAND THE DIFFERENCE ILL SHOW… but MY VIBE is art not fuck me… even if my legs “spread”

[theuniverseawakens347]

We’re of age.. so it’s not child porn now 🤷🏽‍♀️🖕🏽

AT NOAH DUMBASS DECORSI.. let’s get the aired OUT PERSONALLY .. me n Tristan ALREADY WHILPED YO ASS VERBALLY TOGETHER BUT YOU STILL WANA PLAY MICKEY.

1. Nigga we me n you met in 5th grade TCS, YOU FELL HARD, I was like “ooo a nigga at a white school I just came from the hood 🤷🏽‍♀️🖕🏽”

2. Astro camp 5th grade YOU PRESSURED ME TO KISS YOU .. I ain’t even lean in my nigga.. and YOU COOPED A BUTT FEEL W/ O PERMISSION, rape 🤷🏽‍♀️

3. AINT SHIT HAPPEN WHEN WE GOT OUT THE POOL.. I Flirted w you cause you gave me attention AND WAS A BLACK BOY AT BASICALLY A WHITE SCHOOL AND I JUST CAME FROM 54th..

4. THIS WHEN YOU MET WHITE TRISTAN AND WAS TELLING HIM IN 5th GRADE ME N YOU SMASHING, LYING FUCKING ASS. AINT LOSE MINE TIL A WEEK BEFORE ALEXIS WALLACE WAS KILT.. 16 TO FUCK ASS DUMBASS JUSTIN INFWE

5. I MAN HANDLED RHE FUCK OUT YOUR ASS AFTER ASTRO CAMP CAUSE I REALIZED YOU WAS A PUNK BULLYING THE OTHER KIDS IE AT MALCOM MUHAMMAD ASKARI KID

6. YOU SHOWED MY ART JOURNAL WHERE I WROTE I WAS GOING TO FUCK MILADA UO FOR BULLYING ME DURING SOCCER AND HAVING HER DAD YELL AT ME.. LEE ASKED YOU TO SNITCH TO THE PRINCIPAL OLIVIA PAUL SINGER MOTHER.. TURNS OUT SON BRYANT IS MY BROTHER ..

6. YOU HAD KINDERGARTENS SING “I found you miss new booty” to me AND ALWAYS HARASSED ME TO FUCK HANG KISS OR JUST BE W YOU.. weirdo SUSAN TRYING FOR AN ARRANGED MARRIAGE OFF OF EITHER YOU SAM OR CJ OSARIO PLANNED BY LEE GARLINGTON

7. WE DRIFTED AFTER 6th grade cause TCS went had not started 7th yet .. and I went to IMMAC.. SHERE TOU MET LAURN REESE AND SHE LIKES ANYTHING IM INTERESTED IN AT LEE GARLINGTON REQUEST OF OWNING SLAVES OFF YOU “ILLUMINATI” PARENTS

7. MIDDLE SCHOOL TO ABOUT SOPHOMORE YR HIGH SCHOOL WE AINT REALLY TALK.. liked some photos here n there hit a few “hi how you doing” THATS IT .. i “missed” you simply bc I WENT TO A MOSTLY WHITE ALL GIRL SCHOOL.. IM A FUCKING TOMBOY, I ISED TO FIGHT YOU AND SAM EVERYDAY ON THE SCHOOL YARD .. but and idc for the energy of STUCK UP “I THINK IM BETTER THAN BC IM SHALLOW AS FUCK girls” Lee had me around ..

8. 16 I made a tumblr.. YOU WERE DATING SOME Polynesian BITCH WHO DIDNT LIKE THAT YOU WERE SO CLEARLY OBSESSED W ME .. SHE HAD YOU BLOCK ME NUMEROUS TIMES BUT TOUD UNBLOCK WHEN YOU SEEN I POSTED PHOTOS OF ME TO MY TUMBLR .. AR HOW MY HALF SHAVED HEAD AND SUPERMAN UNDIES GOT ON YOUR NASTY LIL BOY SIGHT AT CHRISTOPHER FUCKING WEIRDO TOO WHO I SENT PICS TO JUNIOR SUMMER WHILE FLINGING IT ..

9. YALL FUCKING WEIRD PERVERTS FOR SOME MONEY.. and doing this shit WILLINGLY AS KIDS AND CONTINUING IT TO DRUGGING MOFOS AND RAPING ..

10. YOU HIT ONE FUCKING TIME MY NIGGA AND THATS CAUSE WALKER WASNT AVAILABLE TO HIT OUR YEARLY SMASH AND CATCH UP SINCE 2014.. you hit 2018 last week I had my Chevy Cruze LIKE I SAID PICKED U UP FUCKED YOU AND DROPPED YO ASS OFF. .. YOU CAME TO CSUN WHILE I ATTENDED EXPECTING TO CATCH UP ON MY END CAUSS I WAS HEAVILY INVOLVED WITH PUNK ASS IAN AND HIS “free Mason” BULLSHIT I AINT FUCK YOU.. YOU WANTED AND TRIED AND I SAID MY NIGGA WOULD KILL YOU AND YOU STILL CAME BACK A SECOND TIME AND SNUCK A FUCKING KISS IN .. rape , THEN LIED ABOUT MY HUSBAD TRISTAN GETTING JUMPED AND YOU SAVING HIM.. and then TRIED TO FUCK ME N THE CAR.. I SAID NO GLOVE NO LOVE ( Ian and I OFFICIALLY DONE) TOOK ME BACK TO CAMPUS AINT SHIT HAPPEN.. ian and I wasn’t together for him to ask me about you.. NIGHA WAS HOPPING AROUND W GOLDEN tracc star and “twin” ON THAT NASTY SIGHT.. and ALISSA DUMBASS FUCK ANYTHING MORRIS AND TLO3sum head ass with “twin” NICOLE mole on lip..

11. YOU STEADY OVER THE YEARS TOOK PHOTOS OFF MY TUMBLR AND PUT LASSED THEM AROUND SAYING INWAS UR MAIN SIDE PIECE BOO THANG, LYING LITTLE DICK NIGGA .. you can eat the box but that’s bout it’s PENCIL DICK HEADASS BITCH.

12. YOU BROUGHT ME MY NIGGA TRISTAN Jan/ Feb 2017 .. I was looking for a dealer and YOU TOLD HIM I WAS LOOKING FOR A HOOKUP / BOO.. no friend wasn’t on that Type of time, yet ( cut to fuck ass Daniel Gonzales FROM CSUN.. talking like March - JUN then dating ..while he hoing ThANKS TO LEE GARLINGTON WEIRDO SEXXX RING AT VIVICCA WHITSET )

13. 2019 I SMOKED W YOU ONCE WHEN YOU WAS BACK FROM HAWIAII.. LOOKING FOR SOMEONE TO TAKE UR BLACK CAT ..AINT AHIT HAPPEN AND TOLD YOU I HAD A NIGGA.. FUCK ASS DUMBASS JAMAL RON HENDERSON.. end of July 2020 YOU WANTED TO HANG AND I WANTED TO BANG.. TOU BROUGHT MY NIGGA TRISTAN TO DEAL AND OFF AOGHT WE FELL IN LOVE AND I AINT NEVA BUT I DEFINITELY DID RIGHT THERE SWITCH TF UP .. BOTH YAL NIGGAS FELT IT AND LOWKEY TALKED ABOUT IT AS I WALKED BACK TO THE CAR W MY SISTER 🤷🏽‍♀️🖕🏽 ME YOU AND NEITHER HARRELL BROTHER HAD A FUCKING 3sum TOGETHER.. NIGGA YOU GAY AND FUCKED JARED AND JASON ON YOUR LIL BOYZ TRIP.. DRUG AND RAPE OF JARED H 🖕🏽🙂

14. THE SATURDAY NIGHT YOU CAME THRU TO SMOKE W ME N MY SISTER NIGGA YOU WAS DRUNK AND HIGH AS FUCK .. GOT TO A CHECKPOINT SAID YOU FUCKED THE OFFICERS DAUGHTER AND THEN.. we went to smoke.. KNEW YO ASS WAS GOING TO TRY SOME FUCK SHIT SO I LEFT MY SISTER IN MY CAR AND WE WENT TO URS TALKIN BOUT SOME “get in the back seat” I SAID NO. You tell me I’m not gon do nothing just smoke “I’m like okay” .. nigga smoke session over I’m talking bout some “what’s up w TRISTAN” and you try and pin me to eat the box 🤯 RAPIST . SHUT THAT SHIT DOWN REAL QUICK AND HIT TRISTAN OVED DM REAL QUICK IN FRONT OF YOU .. then that Monday, INSEPARABLE.. BUT YO FUCK ASS PER SUSAN AND THRU LEE VIVICCA WAS ASKED TO KEEP TRISTAN AWAY FROM ME “distracted w bitches” SO TOU DRUGGED HIM AND PUT HIM AROUND QUESTIONABLE PPL.. ie GAY JASON CAN ATTEST AT DUMBASS DAISY FLOREZ TOO THINKING “they dated” RAPE. .. but niggas just pillow talked ABOUT YOU BEING GAY AND FUCKING JASON AND CREW IN MILAN AND TALKING BOUT WEIRD SHIT TO TRISTAN AND JUSTICE OVER FT MAKING IT KNOWN YOU N JASON CREW FUCKED ..

15. ME N TRISTAN PRESSED YOU ABOUT BEING A FUCKTARD AND LYING ON MY NAME AND EVENTUALLY TRISTAN OUT HANDS ON YOU FOR REALLY DRUGGING HIM AND FUCKING US UP BC THIS LITTLE P DIDDY SEX RING YOUR APART OF THRU UR MODELING AGENCY .. BUT LIKE YOU SAT THERE AND LIKE A BITCH DENIED EVERYTHING SO THEN TURNED TO REVENGE PORN AND FUCKED DAISY TO GET BACK AT TRISTAN.. who doesn’t even care about the bitch, SHE A DEATH PET LIKE YOU TO ME N MY BIRTH FAMILY AND HIS FAMILY 🖕🏽🤷🏽‍♀️🙂

Also Daisy.. HOW WAS THE CHLAMYDIA TURNED GONORRHEAONORREA FROM GAY BOY NOAH GOVEN MY JASON AND BUTT SEX FRANCE CREW 🙂 .. DAISY FATASS FUCKED JUSTICE ( forced rape) THOUGHT IT WAS MY COOCHIE COMING THRU WHEN HE BROKE THE COUCH .. so Daisy, FEDERAL. AND NOAH.

NOAH YOU AINT NEVER FUCKED TRISTAN BUT YOU DEFINITELY DID JERK IT A FEE TIMES TO HIM AND TRY TO WATCH ME N HIM 🖕🏽🤷🏽‍♀️

DAISY YA RIDDE W STDS MY NIGGA AINT STICCIN HIS DICK IN THAT .. did a lil trance 1 2 AND RETURNED UR POISONED BACK TO YOU.. #MAGIC and for THE RECORD NOAH ONCE I GOT BACK FROM CLARITY I WAS FUCKING TRISTAN EVERY SINGLE FUCKING DAY AT YOUR CALABASHES SPOT WHILE HE WAS LYING ABOUT IT BEING DAISY.

[murasaki-cha]

I've recently gotten into web comics but I don't like most of the male characters in romance comics, they do some really creepy things that seem to just get swept under the rug. Do you have any recommendations for some good romance comics?

*cracks neck* I've trained for this day for years

This is going to be a combination of manhwa, manhua, webtoons and probably some manga too, of all kinds of genres, most are my favorites and I'll explain why so pick whatever catches your interest.

Post is going to be super long so:

I Stan The Prince -> starting of with a strong one, the fl writes a fanfiction about the notorious ex crown prince and raises his popularity. Now she has to work with him and write another book all while dealing with political drama and dark royal secrets. This manhwa rescently just came back from an incredibly long hiatus, it has no novel it's an original manhwa and the main couple are literally the cutest most in love mutual pining idiots ever they're married they just don't know it yet

Hidden Love -> Warning this has a 7 age gap! The story starts when the fl is 13 and meets her brothers dormmate and falls in love with him but keeps it a secret and they lose contact. Years later when she's in college she reunites with the brother's friend and old feelings start to resurface and he slowly falls for her now that she is an adult. I am going to repeat this only once, no grooming, no weird underage romance, ml never liked her like that when she was a child her romance was one sided back then, both are consenting adults now. The fl helps ml with his struggling past and makes him realize he is worthy of love. The fl is strong and confident and she's the one saving the ml multiple times. The ml is literally such a green flag even if he's a big flirt when "courting" her. It's an incredibly touching story and it even has a drama

Eternal Love/First Froat -> set in the same universe as the story above, this is about the love story of the prev fl brother and the mc, his high school classmate. Both had a crush on each other back then but the fl pushed him away coldly and they seperated. Years later they met by chance and by chance yet again ended up as roommates. Slowly they realize the feelings never went away and they keep getting drawn to each other but the horribly tragic past of the fl and the reason she pushed the ml away slowly uncoveres too. This is a beautiful story of a love that never stopped. The mcs are literally meant to be and the fl is so strong after everything she's been through. And the ml is the most patient, caring mam ever everyone deserves a man like him. Literally the standard. Both these books can be read as stand alones but there are some hilarious moments that can only be completely understood if you read them both

Savinvg My Sweetheart -> You will cry so hard while reading this. Fl is the saintess' daughter and after the death of her husband who she was politically married to, she goes back in time a few months before their marriage and only has one goal, to save her kind husbad from her mother even if it causes her death. Both the fl and ml love each other so incredibly much but both think the other hates them because of the forced marriage yet that misunderstanding doesn't stop them from being the literal greatest cople ever! The are such a healthy couple and both are incredibly fleshed out and not just making romance their entire point of existance. Fl slowly gathers powers in order to stop her biological mother who is evil incarnate and save everyone. Ml works together with fl and on his own in order to strengthen his kingdom. And the link that connects them will literally have you crying for the next 20 years. The story is more of a found family/romance and it's one of the most well written stories ever, you will almost never find one loophone everything is planned to the T

Caught By The Villain -> the ml might start bad here but I'm telling you his character development is simply 👌 ✨️. Fl gets transported into the world of this novel she read as the twin sister of a minor villain. Later she has to join knighthood disgusted as her brother and somehow gets chosen as the personal guard of the crown prince, aka main villain, but also with the og!ml which is somewhat different from the story. Ok I'm going to start by saying the title is literally the greatest clickbait ever because almost everyone but the villain catch her and discovered she's a girl. The story has great representation and discusses about a lot of topics like gender and sexuality which you almost never find talked in manhwas. The ml starts bad but slowly by spending time with fl he realizes his mistakes, sincerely apologises tho does not expect forgiveness, promises to change and does keep his word, genuenly loves and cherishes her and is an all round little meow meow and I love him. He's a bi disaster too. Fl is strong and under lots of stress. She slowly gets closer with ml and realizes he's not just the big bad evil villain from the novel and the closer they get and the more genuine their friendship becomes, the more she feels guilty for hiding her true identity from ml. And the og!ml is a special case that I don't even wanna touch with a 10 foot pole so theres that. The development all these characters go through is slow and so perfectly written you don't even realize how much they changed until you go back and realise they're not the same as the beginong

Even If You Split My Mouth -> manga with japanese urban legends which means it has some gore and body horror. The story follows a Kuchisake-Onna and her contract fiancé, a 17 yo boy who has the power to strengthen her legend with his words so she won't disappear. She doesn't want this engagement while he is in love with her so they form a pact, if she can scare him within a year the engagement is off, if not than they get married. This is one of those stories that start all silly goofy but end up having some of the deepest lore ever. The fl is super cute for a yokai and she blushes a lot every time ml flirts. Ml is completly unphased by her scare attempts and loves her to bits. They're such a dumb cute couple and their love story is so fun and sad sometimes. All the side characters are entertaining and lovable. Really there's not one bad thing I can say about this manga, it deserves more love

You Are My Desire -> high school sweethearts and later uni sweethearts. Fl moves to a new city and school after her parents messy divorce and her father's remarriage. While looking around she stumbles upon a tatoo shop and amazingly embarrasses herself in front of the tattooist. On the first day of school she happens to end up as deskmates with that same tattooist who's coincidentally the school tyrant but slowly it becomes visible this tyrant doesn't act like a tyrant at all and so a weird relationship is born out of the two of them. The two mcs are one of the best couples I've ever read. They slowly heal heach others wounds and teach each other that they love them even with their scars. I don't wanna say a lot since the manhua only has aroumd 20 chapters and there's so much story from the novel that hasn't been told yet. There's slso a drama that was rescently released

Daytime Star -> modern manhwa. An actress who has been cast as nothing but an extra for almost 10 years lands a small role where she gets to play along one of the best male actors in the industry. After that they both can't stop thinking about each other and that's how their love story begins. One of the healthiest modern manhwa couples ever! They're literally so cute they will call you single in all languages pf the world and more. I also loved that the fl slowly rose to fame almost all on her own using her own strength and talent with very few minor moments where others helped. It's a great story and it talks about the struggles of working on the korean entertainment industry too

Villains Are Destined to Die -> oh where do I begin with this masterpiece! Fl gets transmigrated into a dating sim she was playing as the villaines and she's currently in the hard mode which makes it super dificult for her to clear the game. She has to increase the affection percentage of the capture targets so she can go back to her old life and avoid the bad ending which always results in her death. This is literally one of those stories that gets you hooked on the very first chapters alone. Fl goes through so much and she's such a tragic character. All she wants is a peaceful life and she works damn hard for it. Her family is just exhausting but they slowly develop besides SOME who shall not be named. The ml, which you'll probably figure out who it is lile halfway through because he's just that iconic, is literally THE BEST, THE STANDARD! I love him so much and it might not show it in the begining chapters but he's is just perfect. The romance is more secondary tho and the story focuses more on the fl's struggles to survive and the discovery of the secrets that can change the fate of the entire kingdom.

See You In My 19th Life -> this rescently got a drama and I recommend watching that too. Fl is a reincarnator who remembers all her lives besides the first one. In her 19th life she resolves to find a boy form her 18th life who made her enjoy life again after so many reincarnations and made her wish she was reincarnated once again. She manages to get a job in the hotel he manages and immediately asks him to date. Thus begins the story of her following and flirting with her love from the prevous life without him knowing it's her and slowly healing his scars and traumas while also solving the mystery of her reincarnation. The story us full of mystery and absurdly cute couples. The ml is traumatized by fl's death since she died quite literally right in front of his eyes when he was really young and he also has a crap ton of family drama to deal with. The fl loves the him so much and tries her best to help him not just physically but emotionally too. She's like a breath of fresh air for the ml and their love is just so selfless. He loves her even when he doesn't know she's his first love reincarnated. The side couple is literally amazinv too and I would need an entire paragraph to talk about them too. The mystery of the webtoon always keeps you on the edge. Overall amazing webtoon and has an amazing kdrama!

(I'm getting tired and I have to wake up early tomorrow so I'm just gonna drop some titles with no explenation now. There might be some shounen ai in there fyi)

A Stepmother's Marchen

How To Win My Husband Over

Death To Lady White Ferret

Positively Yours

Business Propsal (Also has a great kdrama)

Sasaki to Miyano

A Good Day To Be A Dog (kdrama rescently started)

Till Debt Do Us Apart

Shoujinkou Nikki

Hirano to Kagiura

Given

The Reason Why Raekiana Ended Up At The Duke's Mansion (also has an anime)

Once More

Love Like Cherry Blossoms

Tsuiraku JK to Haijin Kyoushi (it's a student x teacher but honestly it's more of a dark comedy manga and it's hilarious so I recommend it)

I Raised Cinderella Preciously

The Perks of Being A Villainess

Ajatsuki no Yona

My Secretly Hot Husband

Ok that's all I can squeeze out of my brain for now. Hope you enjoyed the recs

[ace-exploring]

CELEBRITY HALL PASSES

Do y'all remember that episode of Friends where Ross makes a list of elebrities he's allowed to bang when he's in a relationship?

For everyone too young to have seen Friends, that's the basic premise.

I have literally never been able to make a celebrity hall pass. It's not a case of there being too many celebrities I want to bang to fit it into 5 places or like Ross, I'm considering who I'm most likely to run into. It's more a case of 'there is no one celebrity i actually want to bang enough to add to the list'.

But mostly, I'm too afriad of my husband calling me out. What if I actually did meet a celebrity I romantically crush on and my husband says to go right ahead, he loves me and wants me to be happy, and the celebrity for whatever reason also agrees to bang this weird normal girl? Oh my god that would be the worst.

When Jason Momoa was briefly single I joked about turning my marriage into a throuple (my husbad is bi and Momoa is the only celebrity we appear to agree on) but even then, still do not want to bang (sorry Jason, no offense! I'm just asexual. Hey, are you into dudes at all?).

[silly-ez]

THATS MY HUSBAD!!! jajdnajkdkaKEJZJWJFNWJV I LOVE HIM!!!

I love my husband...

[ms0milk]

falling asleep with a claustrophobic s/o

| ft. tengen, rengoku, sanemi, and giyuu

a/n: i'm SUPER cleithrophobic (which is like clastrophobia but more a fear of being trapped and unable to get out, rather than being afraid of small spaces in general) and cuddling is really hard for me. sometimes i, me, the author has to indulge in some VERY specific comfort hcs 🙈

tengen

bedtime got you down?

cuddling feel like being buried alive?

well you’re in luck!

b/c your husband is as broad as a california king

‘but i’m big big :(‘ you protest

to which i say

sorry

he’s even bigger

he will always be bigger than you and he will always want your weight sprawled on top of him

tengen thuds onto his back in a sea of satin sheets

“come”

he pats his chest invitingly and peers over his big old bust at you

“ten, i’m not sleeping on top of you.”

he pouts and drums his chest some more

“you don’t love me anymore”

“your boobs are too big!”

pouty lips curling at the corners, he sits up a bit to reach for your hand

you always fight him when you think you’re being a burden

you don’t wanna fall asleep tangled in his arms?

nonissue

he would sleep on hot coals if it made you more comfortable

smile on his face

“you love these double Ds”

“they’ll give me a crick so bad i die”

you’re not fighting him anymore though, as he takes your hand and pulls you forward

“dying in my arms y/n, very romantic”

it only takes one tug to pull you off balance and your head lands squarely above his heart

you can hear it beating clearly here

and if anything, a little too fast

“you got a crush or ‘sum?” you murmur into his collarbone with one defeated, and cozily squished cheek

it’s perfect like this

you wiggle all your limbs and bask in the freedom

he tosses a blanket over your little dogpile

and rests a hand on the back of your head to keep you from slipping

“y/n, a crush?” he grumbles into your hair, “when we first met, i once– from the thought of you alone– without touching myself– achiev–”

“goodnight tengen”

rengoku

kyojuro is ridiculous i swear

who thought ‘yes i’ll simply write the perfect man and then let him be perfect in front of a yearning audience’??

a sweaty heat between you

legs over hips

your waist in his arms

a thumb swiping at your cheekbone rhythmically

it’s too hot

–can’t bend your arms, can’t free your hips, it's too–

“it’s–it’s too much”

you roll a few times out of his arms to the safety of your empty futon beside his

“i’m sorry kyo”

he’s warm and wide and heavy and so fucking cuddly

“my love, are you alright?”

when you peek at him behind you, in his own bedding, his golden eyes look so concerned it kills you

he’s propped himself up on an elbow

ready to jump into action

has he offended you?

are you unwell?

do you need a doctor?

“i’m sorry” you murmur and turn away from him “i’m tired, i don’t want to touch tonight”

“oh love, i’m sorry, i wasn’t trying to–”

“no, no” you roll back over in a hurry to correct him, “i just have to be over here right now”

he doesn’t understand

“are…um, have i, maybe..”

how could you possibly tell the man who hung the stars for you that holding him at night makes it difficult to breathe?

“my chest,” you pull one of his hands out of his blanket and press it against your heart, across the divide of your futons laid side by side, “it feels tight when i’m in closed spaces”

he melts in your touch and lowers himself back into bed to listen

“i don’t...like feeling like i can’t move”

it takes him all of eight seconds to cure your anxiety

“i hold you at night to make you feel safe. It has not been. My darling, what can i do to comfort you?”

i life without this man is no life at all

you fall asleep easily on his outstretched arm that night, his other hand rubbing patterns down your back

“you should always tell me these things y/n, i will help you.”

from then on, on days where his arms are too heavy for you, or his bedding is too hot, kyojuro tucks you in and then falls asleep facing your futon so that the first and last thing he sees everyday is you at peace

sanemi

“what do you mean you don’t want me to hold you? are you fucking defective?”

ah yes

doesn’t he just make your knees weak

“real panty soaker you are nems”

sanemi is behind you and seconds away from reaching an arm across your waist, having finally gathered enough courage to spoon you

this is what people want right?!

to be the little spoon??

he would want that if he were you

you roll away from him two times to make sure you’re facing him and far enough away to see his face clearly

it’s whole fucking ordeal

“i don’t like getting spooned”

“huh?” he grimaces

and makes a dramatic show of stretching his arms out wide in exasperation

“it’s just too restrictive! i don’t like it”

“you don’t seem to care about restriction when i’m fucking folding you in–”

“do not finish that sentence”

“–half!”

first night together going just swimmingly 🤟🏽

sanemi finally has a chance to be gentle with you and you don’t even want it

“how do you normally sleep?” your airy voice snaps him momentarily out of a rage

“however i fucking want”

“then get comfortable”

“what?”

what are you talking about?

“go on then” you repeat, holding back giggles from the other side of the mattress “get comfortable, I have an idea”

he looks to you and then back up at the ceiling and huffs

“c’mon nems jus–”

his arms suddenly shoot straight out next to him and he kicks up his knees under the blanket

⭐️

he’s still staring at the ceiling but now his face is bright red

“o-oh,” you bite back laughter, “is this..is this how you do it normally?”

“shut up”

he’s not embarrassed for long though, as you snake your way beside him

“let me know if you don’t like it”

he’s not sure what he’s expecting– anything? everything?– and he’s really not sure how to breathe when you lay a careful head on his shoulder

you press your chests together and tuck one of your thighs between his legs

adjust your cheek into the hollow of his collarbone

“is this okay sanemi? you lay on your back, i lay on my stomach”

is this okay sanemi

he might love you

“you sleep like a starfish so i’ll just latch on where i can”

“whatever”

he’s thankful you can’t see him fighting to not bury his face in your sweet hair

“oh i get it” your voice and chest rumble with laughter against his body “you just want me to spoon you”

and for the first time all night he’s too distracted to be a bloodthirsty bastard

“you can do that?”

“roll over”

giyuu

three demon hordes, two sleepless nights, and one lost finger

and this is going to be what kills you?

giyuu gulps

you don’t even make a sound

you’re both hovering at the foot of a single futon in the center of the inn room

“i asked for two”

is the only thing he can muster

you shake yourself out of your daze and rest a hand on your sword hilt

“we can do this”

giyuu nods vaguely but doesn’t look at you

you’ve been together for weeks

a hundred years longer than the hashira thought anyone could stand him

but haven’t needed to fall asleep together yet

‘burn that bridge when we cross it,’ you always thought

besides, you and giyuu have never needed a bed

giyuu is the first to lay down after bathing

he stands up politely when you enter the room from your own bath but you can tell he’s exhausted

he’s back down even faster than he stood and visibly fighting the urge to sleep for forty days and nights

you sink to your knees beside the bed

“may i?”

and before you even get the last word out, he’s tossing the blanket back for you

dark eyes

parted lips

hair covering his face in long tumbles

“please”

gods you have such a big crush on this little awkward man

okay

alright

your first full night together might not be so scary after all

he looks like he’ll fall asleep immediately

you might not even have to tell him–

“y/n,” he tugs on you before pulling the blanket up so far it floats down over your heads,

“closer.”

he hates this

he can’t feel your warmth

“tomioka wait– i–”

he moves closer before you can finish your thought

and cups your hands in his

it’s difficult to make out his expression in the dim candlelight filtering through your comforter

but you wish you could have seen exactly how he looked before he brought both of your hands to his lips for a gentle kiss

 in one hand he laces your fingers together and with the other he pulls the bedding back down to a reasonable shoulder-level

“don’t worry y/n, i know you don’t like tight spaces”

you’re laying on your sides facing each other, fingers tangled together

“is it okay if i hold you.. like this?”

you nod, blissfully

sleepily

you really didn’t have to tell him

“i’m sorry about your finger”

…

“what?”

“your finger”

he murmurs into your knuckles still held against his face

eyes closed so gently they flutter

“the one a demon bit off”

right

you exhale softly in laughter, the air blowing over his cheek

“don’t worry, it was my least favorite”

“mine too”

op-

there he is

[vroomian]

god, shinji's gonna be so sad when he finds out that all along masae was a sociopathic, self-serving cannibal who 100% knew what aizen was up to and not only didn't care but openly encouraged him and gave him ideas :((

The worst part? Masae is exactly the same person! Unlike Aizen Masae never hid his personality! He’s still lazy, callous, and acts like he’s got a private joke he might share if he likes you enough. He’s not manipulative, or even particularly subtle!

Unlike Aizen, Masae is the person Shinji rembers.

And that? That means that it was Shinji who didn’t see. It was Shinji, who was so proud of his intuition, who was fooling himself.

(Shinji still likes Masae as a person, that sad bastard ;-;)