#i’m sorry for this one

[earthshine-moon]

Merlin Parallels

“The more brutal you are, the more enemies you’ll create.” (1x01)

“I want his annihilation, Mordred. I want to put his head on a spike and watch as the crowd feast on his eyes.” (5x02)

“And allow him to grow more powerful, more dangerous until he strikes out against us?” (1x08)

(5x13)

“Are you ever going to change, Merlin?” (1x13)

“I don’t want you to change.” (5x13)

“Maybe that one’s worth dying for, eh?” (3x05)

(5x13)

[sparrowofthedawnsworld]

thinking about Jake showing you what being edged is like for the first time

“I know, baby,” Jake coos, fingers slowing to a stop, that sweet high dwindling down to nothing but a dull ache. Again. “You wanted me to show you. Be a tough girl, baby. I promise it’ll be worth it.”

“Ja-ake- pleaseeee,” you whine, a lump forming in your throat from how desperate you feel. He’s only edged you three times, but it feels more like a hundred.

“Does it ache, sweet girl?” Jake asks, that gentle, yet taunting lilt to his voice making your head spin even more. “Just one more time and I’ll let you cum, okay?”

You open your mouth to speak, but words are quickly stripped away from you as Jake sinks his fingers back inside you.

With each denied orgasm, the quicker your body builds back up. Luckily (or unfortunately) for you, Jake knows your body almost better than his guitar. He plays you just like it, loving the noises he can draw out out of you just with his fingers alone.

“Don’t cum,” Jake half warns, curling his middle and ring fingers into that soft spot within you, mercilessly abusing it while his thumb circled your clit.

“Shut up, Jake,” you moan out, knowing good and well that if he keeps talking to you like this, you most definitely will. There will be no controlling it.

A low giggle erupts from him, also knowing good and well that he can make you cum just by talking.

The unbearable heat returns low stomach, making your eyes squeeze shut and another whimper to leave your mouth.

Jake’s fingers freeze, his thumb lifting away from your throbbing bundle of nerves, to avoid any sort of touch there accidentally throwing you over the edge too soon.

“Fuck- I’m gonna- take you fingers out, Jake please! I’m not- I can’t-“

“Shhhhh, hold it.” Jake commands gently, leaving his fingers buried inside, but keeping them still. “You’re not gonna cum yet.”

For a second, you feel like you might - even without any friction or movement, but after a few seconds, the pressure subsides and you’re left with that dull ache again.

You breathe out a shaky sigh, tears welling up in your eyes.

“See? I know you.” Jake smirks, adjusting himself above you so that his forearm is propping his body up above yours, his other hand still buried between your legs. He leans down, placing a soft kiss to your cheek, admiring the pink tint they’ve taken on. “Do you wanna cum now, baby? I think I’ve taught you well enough for one night, yeah?”

“Please, Jake…” you cry softly, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

“So sweet and polite for me,” Jake croons, smiling as his fingers begin to work you over once again. “How could I say no to that?”

In no time, he’s got you right back on the edge, barely hanging on by a thread. Your orgasm comes back with a vengeance, ready to plummet you into the most mind blowing, glorious, high you’ve ever experienced.

“That’s it. Atta girl,” Jake praises, tucking his face into your neck to place small kisses and hear you sweet sounds better. “Let it all go. You did such a good job. My girl, you’re so pretty when you cum for me.”

[neilyoungshearse]

CSNYaoi

[stewieonthewall]

the nail thing is funny to me bc its def giving gay but also so unnecessary ??

RIGHT LIKE

new lore paige is allergic to nail polish 😖😖

[bee-writes-stuffs]

i promised him santa fe- Javid

(Note: Trigger warning for murder, violence, guns, and fear. Y’know, it’s only once I compile all of my writing that I realize how much angst I write, lol. Enjoy!)

    No.

    Davey’s at a loss for words- he can only stare in disbelief as Jack steps back, the gun held at arms’ length, shaking slightly but cocked and ready to kill. He’s alone save for Jack and his weapon, trapped in an alleyway with no way out. Terror shoots through him like fire, but it’s nowhere near as unbearable as the look on Jack’s face, the utter betrayal that he knows there’s no remedy for.

    “Jack,” he gasps, tears springing to his eyes. “Why?”

    “Shut up,” Jack commands, the tremble in his arms turning to a full-on convulsion as his breathing quickens, his heart pumping, fueled by anger and adrenaline and the knowledge of what he’s about to do. “Shut. Up.”

    “I don’t understand.” Davey’s voice breaks just slightly, betraying his fear. “I thought you wanted to protect us.”

    “I do,” Jack snaps, his voice cold and his eyes darkened with fury. “I’m doing this for the newsies.” The gun is still trained on Davey’s heart, Jack’s finger placed so softly on the trigger that for a moment, it seems like he’s hesitating to shoot. “Ya ever heard the term ‘sacrifice one for the good of the many’?”

    Davey takes a breath, his mind whirling with Jack’s words. “What did Snyder offer you?” he asks desperately. “What the hell is so important that you’d kill to get it? I thought you cared for me, I thought we had-“

    “He promised me the life of my friends!” Jack roars, and Davey’s heart skips a beat in fear as Jack steadies the gun- this time pointed right at Davey’s head. “You really thought that you meant something to me?! It’s you or… or…”

    “Or Crutchie.” Davey finishes his sentence before Jack does. “It’s me or Crutchie.” The pieces click into place, and hopelessness floods Davey’s mind as he stares at the gun. “He gave you a choice, didn’t he? Kill me, put an end to the strike, or Crutchie stays in The Refuge?”

    Jack falters, and Davey knows he’s right. Remnants of a glass bottle crunch under his feet as he steps back, pressing himself against the rough brick wall, trying to put as much distance between himself and Jack as possible. There’s nothing he can do or say to stop this- he knows deep in his soul that Jack won’t leave his brother behind.

    “Please,” Davey whispers, one final, pleading attempt at a bargain for his life. Jack’s gaze softens for a moment, his eyes no longer seeming like steel, wiping his palms on the fabric of the brand-new suit Pulitzer put him in. 

    “I’m sorry, Dave,” he answers. “I promised him we’d make it to Santa Fe.” He lifts the gun, and Davey sees the whisper of tears in the eyes of the boy he used to love as the sound of his own scream fills the air, one last cry of terror and grief.

    Bang.

[dark-visitors]

~ When your girl’s on her period but you’re not a little bitch

[whoisplaceholder]

i hardly

me when i’m

[fullsunstrawberry]

do you think im fragile?

-🎸

Do you think I'm bad? 😈👹👺

Anti-ti-ti-ti fragile, fragile Anti-ti-ti-ti fragile Anti-ti-ti-ti fragile, fragile

[random-regulusblack-kinnie]

normal people: sweet creature by harry styles

me for some reason: sweet kreacher by harry styles

[thatsprettylane]

Broke: Gaara can’t swim because he’s from the desert

Woke: Gaara CAN swim because there were plenty of blood pools around in his youth

[youthofpandas]

What’s up with how the dunmeshi fandom just lies about this kind of stuff all the time. It is easily confirmable information that it was a monthly series, something incredibly common in the industry.

A not weekly magazine schedule is literally common !! Especially in the seinen shoujo and josei demographics, sometimes monthly, sometimes biweekly, sometimes every two months, sometimes seasonal! Please stop lying about how Dunmeshi was some special unique creation that defies all standards of manga just to hype it up because it is so clear that every single one of these comparisons is centered around Weekly Shonen Jump (and understand that SJ has many magazines under its brand that are monthly or semimonthly). Not everything is WSJ and it needs to stop being the only point of reference in conversations like this 🤧

[blaithnne]

Live Mel reaction

[noodles-and-tea]

PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3 / PART 4

[chososrightnipple]

clingy gojo who is rarely ever seen without his arms encircling your waist

clingy gojo who practically molds his body into yours because the feeling of your skin on his is more intoxicating than any drug

clingy gojo whose lips are constantly pressed against your neck or shoulders whenever he’s not yapping

clingy gojo whose favorite position to cuddle is laying on top of you and listening to your heartbeat

clingy gojo who can’t go a day without hearing your sweet voice

clingy gojo who leaves his clothes at your place because even if he’s not touching you, his sweatshirt is

clingy gojo who is tortured by the idea of losing you so he spends as much time as he can preventing that possibility

just clingy gojo <3

[upon-the-snow]

I can’t believe it took me this long to draw her!