#i was feeling inspired

[sunflowersunite]

do not disturb

yeah, do not try to read the sticky notes, I explain it all here.

this was initially a doodle just for me, but it was too funny not to share so here goes: Pieck sleeps wherever she finds, like a cat. Very often on Jean. He's very big and tall and comfortable and he's kind, he allows her to use him as a pillow.

The ambassadors returned from whatever exhausting negotiations they were participating in and those two just collapsed on the couch and stayed there. It's noon and they're still there after everyone else has woken up. Armin, ever the sensible, left a sticky note saying "do not disturb" (it's now on the floor). However, that reminded Connie that sticky notes exist (he loves them). Long story short, there's "KICK ME" on Jean's face and "I'm with idiot" on Pieck's back.

And Connie hasn't even started yet.

(yeah, of course Jean wears a watch and slicks his hair back and whatever. He was made for the life of the ambassador)

[queenwille]

whenever

wherever

we’re meant to jew together

i’ll be there and you’ll be near

and that’s the jews, my dear 🔥✡️

[wundersmith-squall]

Looking out at the Republic powered by his own ability, yet still yearning for somewhere else.

[sanjithesimp]

♡ fallen angel ft. park jimin♡

a/n: omg this came so soft yet so f*cking HAWTTT. i’m in love with this fic, like at first i hated the way it was going but as i continued writing i couldn’t stop.

warnings: nsfw (minors DNI). pwp. alcohol mention. toxic relationship mention. oral sex (m! receiving). unprotected sex. fingering.

w.c: 1.4k words

summary: he was so addictive, you didn’t know what it was about him…but you couldn’t stop seeing him, letting him do as he pleased with you.

playlist suggested to listen while you read this <3

“you really don’t want anything to do with me?” he said, offended “that’s not what you screamed last week when i was fucking you in your friend’s bathroom” he whispered, his lips grazing your neck. you were trapped in between his arms and his broad chest.

“no, not at all, park jimin” you freed yourself from his strong arms, although deep down you wanted to feel his body against yours. you were just playing hard to get, but you both knew you would end up begging him to fuck you hard. and you also loved hurting his ego.

he rolled his eyes and followed you around, but somehow he lost you. and before he could turn around and go back to where you were originally, you pulled him inside an empty room.

“you’re such a dirty sl-” you didn’t let him finish, pressing your finger on his plump lips.

“shhh…just shut your damn mouth, and don’t fucking ruin the moment” you said as you slowly kneeled in front of him. the sight of you looking up to him made his cock twitch, dirty thoughts flooding his mind. he loved it when you overpowered him

you bit your lip, as you started to unzip his pants, and reveal his cock that was already pocking through his boxers. suddenly you heard the door open.

“what the fuck are you doing with my boyfriend, bitch?” you turned around, to see who the fuck interrupted you two. then you glanced at jimin, he was just as surprised as you were.

everything after that was all a blur, there was insults and lots of yelling. so you decided to go home, and wash it off with a hot shower and a freshly made pizza from the joint close to your apartment.

what you had with jimin was never serious, so you didn’t really had a conversation about your past relationships or that jimin had a crazy ex-girlfriend. your head started hurting again just trying to make sense in what had happened a few hours before. it was not your problem.

“fuck it” you said and decided to completely forget about it and enjoy the dumb romcom you were watching. but jimin had other plans, he messaged you.

j.m: i’m outside, can we talk i brought the doughnuts you like ;) . you sighed, guess this wasn’t really over.

you opened your door and there he was, as handsome as ever. wearing that smile that made you weak in the knees. the reason that you could never say no to him.

“come in, it’s freezing” you said, rubbing your shoulders as the silk robe was the only thing covering your body.

“well, its your fault for wearing that” he said, scanning your body slightly bitting his lower lip.

“stop that” you said blushing and yanking the doughnut box from his hands. “you owe me one after what happened at the party” you said as you sat in your couch.

“i’m sorry, believe me i really wish she didn’t interrupt-” you punched him, although it was nothing to him. he cleared his throat “ but really, i’m sorry. i didn’t know she was back from wherever she went after we broke up…she’s just crazy” he said, sitting next to you.

“what happened between you two?” you asked him.

“i think we shouldn’t talk about these things” he said, clearly not wanting to talk about it anymore. and you could see it in his expression, how it had changed completely…he almost looked anxious.

“i’m sorry, let’s do something else…could i interest you in watching a cheesy romcom that you probably already know the ending before it has even started?” you asked him with a smile while you brought the pizza to the living room.

“sure, why not?” so you started playing the movie from earlier.

as the time passed and jimin almost ate half the pizza, you both started getting closer until there was no more space between you two. you had never been that close without taking your clothes off, but this time was different, it almost felt as if you were a real couple. you could hear him breathing softly as he held you tight around his arms.

you had been friends for not so long, and it all started when you became fuck friends after meeting in a random app. but weirdly this felt as if you had been together for a long time. you wanted to stay like this forever. it was like a dream you never wanted to wake up from, but it would eventually end.

“hey, what are you thinking about?” jimin asked you, bursting the thought bubble you were in.

“oh nothing, i’m going to get some popcorn. want some?” you asked, trying to erase all those thoughts you had earlier.

“wait, stay here a little longer” he said pulling you back, and into a kiss. his soft lips against yours, your hands on his chest feeling how his heart was beating fast.

“let me make up for what happened earlier” jimin whispered in your ear.

“mmhmm” that’s all that you managed to say, as he slid his hand under your robe, his fingers playing with your folds. he rubbed circles around your clit. drinking away any soft moan that came out of your mouth.

this felt different. it wasn’t that desperate, needy sex you had to take the stress away. were you almost ripped your clothes off and went at it. it didn’t feel like all those times when you were bored. this was soft, and sweet. you could feel that every touch was filled with love. jimin paid attention at every move and sound you made, wanting to know what you liked.

you slowly got rid of your robe. “you look very pretty, you know?” jimin said, stopping to take you in. his eyes were soft and loving, what he was saying was genuine. you had to look away, feeling heat on your cheeks.

“is it because i’m fully naked in front of you?” you reply.

“no, it’s not- i’m being serious here, you are a very pretty woman” he said, making you smile from ear to ear.

“and when is it your turn to take your clothes off?” you ask him, teasingly.

“is that what you want?” he asked, you knew he was going to make it a little difficult for you.

“yes, that’s what i want. it’s not fair being the only one.” he laughed and started to take off his clothes.

he looked ethereal, the way his skin glowed with the little light that was coming from the tv and the small lamp in your living room. you had never really looked at him like this, of course you knew he was hot, but this time you looked more into him. he was not just hot, he was beautiful. you couldn’t help but your eyes roamed all the way to his cock, the veins that covered it, the way his mushroom tip leaking with precum. unconsciously you were biting your lip.

“hey, eyes up here” jimin said, noticing the way you stared at him.

“i- i know” you stammered and tried to hide the way you were explicitly looking at him, while dirty thoughts flooded your mind.

and as if he could read your mind, jimin got closer to you until you could feel his chest against yours. “do you want me to fuck you?” he asked against your lips.

“yes, please” you said, sighing as you felt his tip grazing your wet folds. he started sliding himself inside your walls, feeling how they adjusted to him perfectly.

“fuck, you feel so good…” he said once he had bottomed out.

his thrusts were slow, making you miss his cock filling you every time he pulled out, leaving only his tip inside. his kisses burned on your skin as he whispered how beautiful you looked under him.

your moans were music to his ears, as he started speeding up. the way you clawed your nails to his back letting him know that you were enjoying it as much as him, as well as the few tears that rolled down your hot cheeks. “i- i’m cumming” you said under your breath.

he continued thrusting in and out of you, his grip tightened around your hips. he could feel himself close to his own orgasm too.

moans and whimpers left your mouth as he filled you completely with his cum, as he kept on fucking you until the coil on your belly snapped. you could almost see a galaxy of stars, the bliss of the moment was too much, it felt so good. none like the other times you two had sex. this had felt special.

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[evadingreallife]

Fire comes from the breath (thus the heart beats)

[nepotisim]

@bbrrambo I see it

[abreathlessplace]

"i wonder if we ever think of each other at the same time."

[pouletpourri]

"You just have to look closely."

[goldensunset]

advice i think we should tell children is that when adults say stuff like ‘now that i’m an adult i get really excited about stuff like coffee tables and bathrooms and rugs etc’ they don’t mean ‘and now i don’t care about blorbo and squimbus from my childhood tv shows anymore’ bc your average adult still loves all the same pop culture stuff they always did; they just have a greater appreciation for the mundane as well. growing up just means you can enjoy life twice as much now. you can get really excited about a new stuffed animal AND about a new kitchen sponge. peace and love

[monstermonger]

Melancholia

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[larissa-the-scribe]

guys I had this realization the other day that Redwall works really well for reading aloud, and kinda half-remembered something about the author reading to kids? So I looked it up to see if I had made a connection.

And it turns out, yes, actually, because he read aloud to kids at a school for the blind. But all the books they gave him to read were depressing. So he wrote Redwall, a story about heroism and courage and making it through struggles, and filled it with so many sensory, visual details so he could give them something better and I just-- that's so wholesome-- help

[very-small-giant]

sping break!!! hoot growl!

[anna-scribbles]

old doodles from the archives 🫶

[ink-the-artist]

Video game I saw in a dream. It was in this low poly style like an older video game. You play as this character I think was meant to be a lamb, or maybe a weird mix of a lamb a mouse and a rabbit, (while not really looking like any of those things) and you’re running away from a wolf. Your objective is to last as long as possible before the wolf catches and eats you.

The house you’re running in is endless and bizarrely put together like most building interiors in dreams are (like the infinite toilet dream dimension on Reddit lol) the layout of the house is pretty detailed, you can stop and hide in places like closets or bins while the wolf looks for you, you can go up and down stairs and into rooms etc.

You never actually know where the wolf is or how close it is to you until it appears in your line of sight, it makes no noise and the game gives you no way of knowing where it is, and it’s pretty unpredictable it doesnt move at a consistent pace. When the wolf catches you there’s an animation showing it eating your character

[jawlipops]

actually how it feels sometimes to see really good art