#i need help actually

[jxmey]

[voiceinthebayou]

I need to lose 14kg in roughly 5-6 months. Does anyone have any actually good suggestions because right now I have no clue where to startttttt

[liittleemiixeer]

i need a diamond rush asap, i haven't played the june update yet, but ive got spoilers thrown at me left and right and everytime i log in to the rc app to get the daily reward, i see the covers of the books with the "new episodes" icon on the corner and i start salivating at the mouth like a rabid dog, im gnawing at the bars of my enclosure, i physically need to play the new chapters or my heart will explode

[cvpidyunho]

i’m missing yunho like a bitch in heat

[sporkberries]

I have not slept in a day and just did a 9 hour car ride but here is my singles collection. Yes the box is awful i need to get a good one

And yeah that is ALL of batgirl(2000) and red robin(2009)

[wishfulsketching]

Girl dad Silco is a source of endless entertainment for me

Extra doodles:

Someone save Sevika, she is in hell

[captainjonnitkessler]

You know I used to think "tumblr's absolute refusal to actually engage with the Trolley Problem in favor of insisting that there must be a third, morally pure option that doesn't require them to make a hard decision and anyone who asks them to make a binary choice is just a short-sighted idiot is really fucking annoying, but I guess it's not actually doing any harm".

Anyway that was before we asked tumblr at large to decide between "guy aiding a genocide but making progress elsewhere" and "guy who would actively and enthusiastically participate in a genocide and would also make everything else much, much worse for everyone elsewhere" and the response was that there must be a third, morally pure option that doesn't require them to make a hard decision and that anyone who asks them to make a binary choice is a short-sighted idiot.

[honeypleasejustkillme]

i thought i was at my lowest but holy shit it gets lower

[egophiliac]

still rolling around on the ground over the contrast between Jack and Mal. it's so...🤌🤌🤌

[schizoaffectively]

You are well within your right to be angry about the help you didn't get and should have gotten.

You are well within your right to be angry about having your needs neglected.

You are well within your right to be angry.

[citysweet]

NORTH SOSJSSIWJ 🚨🚨🚨

i think i need someone older - elisa de almeida

(a/n: for @moonystoes & @oceangalore , both of you inspired me to write this smutty fic. (that one edit that you two went nuts over lmao.) hope you enjoy some spicy scenes!! <3 xoxo)

inspired by this ->

smut below the cut! minors interact with caution!

a few years ago, as you were sulking in paris having recently been dumped by your ex girlfriend of a few years, you were swiping on tinder when you came across elisa. you immediately intrigued by her the moment you saw her. she was around 6 years older than you, but you didn’t care. she looked gorgeous and had pretty eyes, and hopefully treated you better than your ex. that was all that mattered to you at the time.

when you eventually got to meeting her after a bit of back and forth of texting, you were instantly enamoured by her. after a few months, of casual dates, she finally popped the question and you two have been dating ever since. she treated you like a queen, and you loved everything about her. unlike normal couples, you two were both a bit secretive about your jobs, not fully disclosing the exact details. however, this backfired on you the day you had to head over and meet your new team.

you dated her for a few months, just as you left your previous team to join psg, you came to the awkward realisation in the morning of your first training when you saw her getting dressed as well. this was the result of you never asking her explicitly what she did for a living, and she didn’t ask you. the first training was extremely awkward — you remember fidgeting around, realising that elisa was your coach. you took in her authoritative tone of voice, one that you never heard from her. the elisa you knew was gentle, and goofy. yes, she was serious when she had to be, but never like this.

“hello girls, we have a new addition to our team who came from __. please welcome her with open arms!” you saw a few familiar faces, but that did not help overcome the shock that came with the realisation that elisa was coach.

when training ended, you made sure to leave the last, making sure no one saw you go home with elisa. “babe, you never told me you were a football coach. my football coach!” that was the first thing you said to her the moment you sat in her car, surprised she was so calm about this.

“you never told me you signed on for the team i’m coaching.” she adds, helping you wear you seatbelt. she pauses for a moment, her face inches away from yours, before teasing, “at least i get to see you work out everyday now.” she pecks your cheek and sits back, leaving you flustered.

despite coming with perks of seeing her at work everyday, there were many cons to her being your coach. for one, she has to make sure to not spend all her attention on you. you remember distinctively that she told you once on the way back home, “listen baby, you’re not my girlfriend on the pitch okay? you’re my star player, nothing else, no strings attached.” being the two mature women that you were, you agreed, respecting the player and coach dynamic on the pitch. it was difficult to not call her “babe”, or “amor”, but overtime, you got used to it, even calling her “coach” sometimes at home to mess with her.

today however, was the day where the lines between girlfriend and coach blurred, and you were willing to take a risk with her.

you needed her, so incredibly badly.

you weren’t exactly sure why you did, but you just wanted her to yourself. you had your eyes on her the entire training session, watching her every move, from her arms that flexed when carrying weights for a demo, to her lips, that moved fluidly whenever she spoke about corrections that your team had to make.

“alright, that’s it for today. remember what i told you about your footing!” with that, your team mates began to slowly flood out of the changing room. normally you would follow suit, but today, you lingered behind. you wanted to pounce onto her the moment you two were together, but you had a conscience. you weren’t going to just do it in where everyone could see. so, you decided to do the next best thing.

when you saw her alone in the training room, back facing you just after all your mates left, you walked over quickly to were she was scribbling down some notes for tomorrow’s training. you took a quick glance at her side profile — her brows furrowed with concentration, her tongue slightly poking out at the corner of her lips, eyes narrowed at the note pad. you brace yourself for what you were about to do, expelling a breath of air before performing your trick. walking past her, you drop your towel, walking backwards so that your ass was up against her pelvis.

“what are you-“ her sentence gets cut off when her breath hitches, feeling you against her. bending down, you made sure to linger in that pose for a while, purposefully leaning into her, dragging your body against hers. you felt her hands dig into your hip, a warning glare sent your way when you gave her an innocent shrug.

“what do you think you’re doing.” she asks, her tone anything but nice. the plan is in action.

“sorry coach, i just dropped my towel.” you say with a smirk. her mouth thins into a line, her expression warning.

“mmhm. just meet me in the car, __.” she says, sighing whilst leaving quickly. you were afraid you might have pushed it too far this time,

the ride back home was silent, elisa had her eyes trained to the road, her hand practically on your core. the more you squirmed, the harder she pressed her fingers into you, your breathing becoming ragged. the only reason why you pulled that stunt of purposefully bending down in front of her was just so that she would pay attention to you. you knew it wasn’t fair to ask that of her, especially since she was the coach of your team. you just couldn’t help yourself, she was your girlfriend after all.

“what was that little trick you did today?” that was the first thing she said when you two walked through the door, you breath hitching at her authoritative tone. she looks at you, but you refused to meet eyes with her, knowing that if you do, you would fall to your knees, begging for her to fuck you.

“what trick?” you paid no attention to her — you where treading dangerous waters, but you didn’t care. you wanted her riled up. you wanted her to put you in your place.

“oh don’t play dumb. you didn’t think you would get away with it did you?” she inches closer, and you move away, putting away your things in the bedroom.

“oh, but i didn’t do anything wrong, coach elisa. all i did was pick something up.” you batt your eyes at her, looking up at her through your lashes.

“what if someone saw us? i could get fired from my job.” she counters, hand reaching up to grab your chin. you felt a wetness pool in your core; your plan was working.

“then we’ll just be careful. you know how to play it safe, don’t you, coach?”you knew she couldn’t resist any further, a frustrated sigh escaping her lips.

“you’re going to be the death of me.” she states exasperated, and yet she had a smile on her face.

“take your clothes off, now.” she demands, eyes a deeper shade of hazel, every move she made screamed that she was in control. you quickly stripped, leaving you naked, and she fully clothed. she moves closer, each step she took foward, you took one step back, until the back of your knees hit the bed. pushing you onto the mattress, she crawls over to you, taking your knee and pulling you under her. she sat right above your clit, every movement she made caused a groan to rise in your throat.

the eye contact was intense, her eyes the boring into yours, reading your every move, she knew your body better than anyone else, knowing that when your breath hitches or speeds up, she’s doing the right thing.

as her hands trial up your body, her fingers drawings soft lines on your inner thighs, drawing dangerously close to where you need her. she doesn’t give you what you want though, hands moving away from your lower body.

“eli, please.” you whine out, but a strangled noise escapes your lips when you feel her knee pressing against your core. as you try to move to create some friction, her other hand holds your hip down, a sly smile on her face. she

“oh, you’re not in control now.” she leans in, her lips ghosting yours. “i am, mon amor.” her other hand caressing your face, thumb dragging your bottom lip down, causing your mouth to go slack. she loved having you like this, below her and completely dazed, at her disposal.

she trials her fingers up your chest, hands pinching and massaging each breast, causing soft whines to escape your lips. elisa moves at a painfully slow pace, her lips now sucking your nipples, tongue wrapping around each nub, swirling and lapping at it; teeth grasping it lightly, and pulling away with a pop. she looked glorious, her lips were swollen and pink, with a light sheen of saliva on her chin. you pull her by the neck towards you, lips crashing in a way that made you wish you went against her wishes more often.

“i want you, to ride my abs.”she breathed out between sloppy kisses, yanking off her shirt, her upper body only covered in her shorts bra. flipping you two around, she made you sit on top of her abs, your bare body on display for her to see. her eyes grazed your body, stripping you for whatever dignity you had left. you gulped, no words coming out from your mouth at her sudden dominance.

“you’re okay with this?” she quietly asks, eyes softening for a second to scan for any signs of discomfort. you pecked her cheek and nodded, the sweet smile on her face soon replaced with a devilish grin. you began to rock back and forth, every inch of her skin providing delicious friction to your cunt. your moans echoed through the walls of your bedroom, her eyes watching you get off on her. be it from the way your breasts bounced as you rocked yourself against her, to the way your legs trembled ever do slightly whenever she flexed harder beneath you.

god, you were gorgeous. your breath ragged, your skin flushed pink with hickeys littered all over your body, you were hers, all hers.

you could feel yourself on the brink of release, tightness building up at the bottom of your stomach. “i’m coming.” you whimper, hands coming up to grope your breasts to try and make yourself finish faster. you press yourself harder against her, and elisa feels herself become wet.

“do it baby, all for me.” with that, you came, moans spilled from your mouth, causing you to slump against her chest. she brushed your fringe out of your eyes, a gentle hand resting on your back.

“don’t think i’m done with you, miss star player.” she picks up your chin, a knowing look in her eyes.

“what?” you say, slightly disoriented from your orgasm, but from the way she undresses, you knew exactly what she wanted. moving yourself further down her body, you trialed hickeys down her body, sucking harder on the spot next to her cunt. a soft groan left her lips, her eyes closed with pleasure.

you make a silent plea for her to let you give her head, taking her finger and sucking it in your mouth. your tongue swirls around her digit, but stop when she opens your mouth and presses her finger against your tongue and lips. she watches and your eyes droop, you mouth something that sounds like face, but it’s muffled because of her fingers in your mouth. she smirks, removing her fingers from your mouth and using them to circle her clit, watching your eager eyes dance along her folds which are fluttering and wet.

“feeling okay?” she asks quickly, and you nod, heart fluttering at her warmth. you move closer, face practically pressed into her cunt. you lick a fat stripe down her core, feeling her precum coating your face already. she gasps and grabs your head, her fingers digging into your scalp. your hand reaches up to flick her clit, sending waves of pleasure that sent elisa into overdrive. as you continue to give elisa head, her thighs started to slowly clamping against your head, but you force them open, each hand on her inner thighs. she grinds up onto your face, your nose pushing against her clit, her body bouncing against your lips and your tongue moving in and out of her hole mercilessly.

the more you suck on her clit, the harder she grips your hair, causing you to moan into her. “don’t stop.” you needed no more encouragement, sucking roughly on her, your fingers now working on fucking her cunt. she finishes with a soft moan, her cum soaking your face. you were quick to lap her up, watching her come down from her high. you laid your chin on her stomach, looking at the way her chest rose and fell, her face full of fucked out pleasure.

“round two?” she asks while her eyes are still closed, smiling when she feels you press a kiss against her knee. you only grin back, pressing another soft kiss against her lips. “round two.”

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[rogozaurus]

No thoughts, just hoffstrahm ⚰️⚰️⚰️

[thebrainrotsreal]

Drew this real quick because I fucking love these two so much ???? Especially Bee. I wish they interacted more so badly. PLEASE.

Also learning how to draw these guys.. slowly.

[umblrspectrum]

part 4 of a lot funnier in my head than on paper

[softomen]

im so depressed because of good omens that i'm rewatching twilight

[fraternum-momentum]

ehhdsseddrdvvhgvhfrddeddfdsefhujgftdtthgughhfygyv yeah.