#i promise]

[genderless-spoon]

All the people defending insurance companies in the notes make me laugh cause you care so much more about these companies than they care about you and you’re going out of your way to defend their right to let you die. Why? Cause you think it won’t ever be something you have to worry about? Can’t wait till these people get their reality check and are suddenly whining about how insurance won’t pay for them to surivive

[qingwaaa]

me and the bestieeeee

[ange-deprave]

Cowgirl is easily the switchiest position.

With one hand you could be holding my waist in a firm grip, bouncing me up and down on you, while your other hand is groping my ass, giving it a slap ever so often.

But I could just as easily put my hand on your throat, teasing your neck with feather light kisses, as I gently rock my hips back and forth at an excruciatingly slow pace.

Let's see who breaks first🤭

[thepeacefulgarden]

[lotus-duckies]

@i-eat-deodorant

[muttering feverishly] I need to chase that man around my gothic manor in a silk nightgown

[youokaybucky]

So for today I'm going for photos of austin that I think are "as sweet as honey" cause he's just our sweet baby boy 🥹🫶 I want to squish him your honour

[made-my-peace-with-all-the-bad]

Thinking about the Curtis parents. How they are true outliers. They’re kind and loving. They’re a rarity, especially on the east side. But they love their kids. And they love all of their extra kids too. But they also love each other. They’re happy. They don’t ever really stop and appreciate that, until one night when they did.

It was mid-summer. Darrel was out playing football with all the kids. Darry was 18, Soda was 14, Pony was 12. Everyone else was there too, and they’d divided themselves up into teams (they’d then rearranged themselves when Pony and Soda complained that the teams were unfair). Darry was with Pony, Johnny, and Dally. Darrel was with Soda, Steve, and Two Bit. Eventually, their high energy game died down and they all just kinda sat together. That was, until Pony started instigating Steve and then was being chased and tossed around. Darrel took this as his sign to leave and check in with his wife.

So he’d climbed up the porch steps, only to be met with her leaning on the doorframe, a gentle smile on her face. So he’d kissed her lips then her cheek then moved so he was standing behind her, with his arms around her. She’d smiled and leaned her head back against his shoulder. They stayed like that for a while, watching their boys run around. Darry had picked up Pony and was running around his him on his back while Two Bit started tackling Soda and Steve. Johnny was sitting quietly with Dally, an occasional laugh slipping out of his mouth. Dally, was almost the opposite, yelling out to everyone constantly, but even he had a smile on his face. Darrel was so caught up in watching the joy of his family that he hadn’t even heard his wife. So she quietly repeated herself, “we did pretty good, didn’t we?” And to that, he could only smile at her a respond, “yeah, yeah we did”. Because they did.

They were scared at first, because they’d been 18, dating for two years, and suddenly they had a baby on the way. But they knew they were it for each other. So they made it work. They got married, Darrel got a job, and they found a small home. But the minute Darry was born, they knew it was the best decision they had ever made. They made sure they created a safe place for everyone. So here they were, now 36, and they had a big family. Maybe they weren’t all blood, but they were family. And they wouldn’t trade that for anything in the world. Maybe they weren’t rich, maybe they couldn’t afford a fancy car or a madras shirt, but they were happy.

So they stood there, on their small front porch with the creaky boards, watching their kids mess around. They watched the joy on their faces, and they were proud. Proud of Darry for working hard and getting to college, proud of Soda for his joy, proud of Pony for his passion, proud of Johnny for his lovingness, proud of Dally for opening up to them, proud of Steve for coming to them if he didn’t feel safe, proud of Two Bit for the laughter and light he carried, and they were proud of themselves. Proud of their family and proud of the life they created together.

[noodles-and-tea]

I don’t know if it’s just because of Alex’s personal voice quirks or whatever but Bill and Stan talk in quite a similar manner and my personal head canon is that Bill does it on purpose to mess with Ford :(

[poppyplate]

he's trying his best

[churchofthemimic]

memories of a place that doesn't exist anymore. a world that is so different now.

[notyoucat]

Drawing more ghoap as animals to get over artblock also a good excuse to draw more hyenas

[azz-modeus]

Cassandra Cain

[asooffa]

dumping pt 3

[addsalwayssick]

Remus opened his letter, surprised when it appeared to be a howler. The last time he’d heard one was the day before Sirius got disowned back in 5th year.

He was in the dining hall for breakfast, sitting at the staff table. He watched as Harry and Hermione plotted, looking anxious. He blew it off, as it seemed Harry was always weary.

“A howler,” Snape sneered from beside him.

“Astute observation, Severus.” Remus told him, nodding at him.

Remus disregarded Snape, and focused on the howler. There was no name on it, so it was possible it was from a student playing a prank. In good nature, for the prankingnostalgia, Remus opened it.

There was silence for a moment before a loud, booming voice started to yell. “DARLINGGGGG, GUESS WHOS BACK FROM JAIL” And it was his Sirius Black. And he knew they would find each other again.

[22mzk03]

A fast thing because I have been busy, yet my FYP is full of them🩷💚⭐️