#im sorry i couldn't help it

[slashergirlnancy]

fred and daphne 🤝 steve and nancy

[chaosfindsaway]

@homelander-rp-blog ❝ there is a chill in the air. summer is well and truly through. ❞ ( @homelander-rp-blog for any muse of yours!!)

The sound of an unfamiliar voice pulled Tommy's attention from the grill as he flipped another burger. He glanced over to the fence separating Mikey's yard from the next, brow raising at the sight of John. Oh, this must be the neighbor. The one Tommy had heard so much about. The Karen, as Michael referred to him. Why the hell was he peeking over the fence like that? Was that even his yard? Tommy rolled his eyes teasingly.

"I'm sorry, who the fuck are you, even? Mikey did say he had a new maid. That you? Front doors on the other side, pal," he said, pointing ahead of him with the spatula, a humored smirk quick to follow. He'd teach this guy to fuck with his brother.

[yuhi-san]

don't you mean incest-coded?

New discourse: it's actually predatory to date someone with a different star sign than you, because the differences in your personalities means you'll never be able to have exactly the same life experiences, thus leaving a knowledge and power gap between the two of you which will inevitably lead to an abusive relationship!

also if you're a Sag and you're dating a Taurus, that means you're secretly seeking a May-December relationship, which is age gap coded!

[cheekylittlepupp]

[lonelyzarquon]

Aubrey Plaza in Addicted to Fresno (2015)

[crimsonbubble]

you've never seen him this desperate. san was all about passion and a lover of intimate moments, but this is anything but. it's rough, desperate, and near animalistic. he only just got back from his long day full of idol activities yet the energy he exudes is overwhelming in the best way. he yearns for you, wrapping his strong arms around your frame as he sat you on his lap. his hips kick up off the couch, his throbbing cock straining against his slacks. san hides his face in your neck as he messily grinds his cock against you. pulling his head away from you to watch his brows furrow with each thrust, watching his usual authority slip away as he ruts against you. listening to him whimper as he pulls your hips flush against his, knocking your hips up with reckless abandon. all sorts of pleas falling from his lips as he nears his climax, drool spilling from his mouth as his pace stutters.

"please, baby, please. i've been such a good boy, please. i'll make you feel good, promise. stretch you out on my cock and give you all my cum. stuff you nice and full, like you want. please, baby."

[letsgetitblog]

*teenage mutant ninja turtles theme song starts playing*

art from my pfp

pizza time!

[butchdiaz]

when you're in a competition to pretend like everything is fine while your world gets flipped upside down and your heart gets broken in the exact same conversation but your opponent is eddie diaz

i couldn't stop thinking about this goddamn post. this is all ur fault @faethfigueroth :D (music by dodie)

[lovemug16]

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[loveydovey-leviathan]

(for your recent post)

hmmm how about mal and reader were having an argument or sumn then he's like " hmph let's not talk to each other for now >:( " so you grant him some space/or silent treatment and mal is like dramatically waiting for u to talk to him for HOURS in his room just brooding there and when he realize you're still ignoring him, he's like a pathetic sad wet cat needy for ur attention now bcs he couldn't stand being apart from u.

im sorry for the basic ass idea lol 😭 im just a sucker for silent treatment scenarios like this

malleus x gn! reader

a/n: written as romantic -> FOAMING AT THE MOUTH, IM A SUCKER FOR THESE TOO 😔😔 hope i did this justice

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one of the many things malleus adores about you is your stubbornness. the way you don't back down against what you think is wrong is something that will always set him ablaze with admiration for you.

though he doesn't quite like it when that pride is directed at him.

he's realizing this now when scornful words are spat between the two of you in the living room of ramshackle. clouds and lighting are beginning to gather as a response to his irritation and annoyance. he doesn't even know what this silly argument was even about or why it started in the first place, and unfortunately, malleus can be just as stubborn as can be.

"since you insist on being childish, i think it's best for us to not talk for a while," he isn't even looking at you as he says this, so when he disappears into pretty green firelights, he misses the hurt expression on your face as he leaves.

this is stupid, you think, but you bite your lip in worry as you walk upstairs and lay in bed, grim beside you snoring away. you said things you didn't mean so perhaps it's best to give him space, though how long that will go on is unknown to you since your lovely dragon is a fae with a rather skewed perception of time... whatever, he knows where to find you as soon as he decides he's comfortable enough to talk this out.

unbeknownst to you, malleus is now brooding in his room, lying face down on his pillow. the clouds around nrc have gotten worse, static brushing against the air as he waits for a phone call from you. preferably a sincere apology since he obviously deserves it after the things you've said.

...

well, he supposes it wasn't entirely your fault. he uttered words all to anger you as you did him, though none of them were true. you weren't childish, the opposite in fact-- having to take care of that first-year duo and that cat you're always hanging out with, taking precious time away when you could be stroking his hair and kissing his hands and petting his horns. as you do.

that's another thing he likes about you. even if you don't spend as much time together as he'd like, what you do to him is more than enough to compensate. you know he likes being kissed on the neck, you know he loves it when you take of his gloves and hold his hands, you know he loves when you lightly blow on his ear. you always look so happy when you do it too-- like seeing him smile makes you-

wait, isn't he supposed to be angry at you? he humphs and pouts when he realizes you still haven't called. he turns his head, eyebrows crossed and he stares at the phone on his desk. the only reason he learned how to use a phone was so you could contact him and send him texts and "memes" like you do with the rest of your friends.

he considers going to you himself but immediately shoves the idea away. he's still mad at you after all.

...

...

...

...

the clouds start pouring rain.

it isn't even the raging, storming kind-- the ones with howling winds and thunderous claps of lightning that illuminate the very sky. it's sad and cold that heavily drops on your already straining roof. your dampened mood worsens and you decide to get out of bed and make a hot drink to help you sleep.

you briefly glance at the alarm on your bedside table and see that it's 2:31 a.m., way too early to do anything at all.

just as you reach the bottom of the stairs, you hear 3 heavy knocks at the front door. any normal person would panic and call a friend for help, but your friends ace are usually the ones getting kicked out, so you figure something similar happened.

imagine your surprise when you see your boyfriend in all his 202 cm glory. his hair sticks to his face in an unfairly handsome way considering he's absolutely soaked, and somehow the look accentuates the pretty green hue of his eyes that have only ever looked at you like you were everything and more, even when he's angry at you.

...did he walk here?

you continue staring at him for a while and your realize that while your lover is incredibly beautiful- so much so the word beautiful could never begin to describe him- he is also very. pathetic. if only people knew how much of a wet cat he was. he even bumps his nose against yours as an act of affection sometimes.

and that fact is ever prominent right now. his arms are crosses and his lips are jutted in a cute pout, refusing to say a word.

"..."

"..."

"..."

you don't know what to do exactly, considering there isn't a manual for 'what to do when your draconic boyfriend stands outside your front door in the soaking rain while he remains completely silent', so you slowly turn and walk through ramshackle's living room and into your dainty little kitchen.

heavy footsteps follow close behind you, followed by a light thud of a closing door and the muffling of the rain. malleus continues to follow you when you boil enough water for two, when you take out your tea bags (gifted by kalim) and seep it into the water. you take the occasional glance here and there, wondering if you should speak before ultimately deciding against it. maybe he doesn't want to talk right now.

he sits closely next to you- so close your knees touch when you rest yourself on one of the seats against the table. your fingertips briefly touch when you pass him the newly brewed tea and it's almost like he wants to reach out to hold your hand, but he pulls away at the last second.

from there, you sit in silence. the heat of the mug spreads from your cold fingertips and you warm up as you drink your tea. already, your becoming tired. you look at mal once more and he still has that adorable pout on his face, but his eyebrows aren't as furrowed as before. usually, you'd gladly offer a cuddle during a rainy night, but tonight's been strange.

so when you try to leave your seat, a hand suddenly stops you. it's the first time he's looked you in the eyes the entire night and good god it's cute, lame and pitiful all at the same time. truly, a stray kitty in a box out in the rain begging for attention. his eyes look up at you in the saddest way possible and you swear you see a wet sheen-- and that damn pout that's going to be the fucking death of you one day is still there.

"i'm sorry," he mutters, and he shifts from one hand holding yours to two. "i can't stand being apart from you." the apology is blunt, honest and sincere, just like him.

you gently lift the hand he wasn't holding to his cheek and he nuzzles into it, closing his eyes as he enjoys your petting. something deep rumbles in his chest and you realize he's purring again.

"m' sorry too, mal. shouldn't have said what i said."

almost immediately, the heavy rain lessens before quickly coming to a stop. there's a smile on his face and the all-too-familiar, tell-tale blush on his cheeks. you place your finger under his chin and tilt his head before kissing him softly. he's dormant and still, like he's afraid of breaking this moment, but he tightens his grip on your hand like he's afraid you'll leave.

malleus chases your lips in hopes for more when you pull away all too soon. he's staring at you with a look as sweet and delicate as spun sugar.

"let's go to bed, mal."

he chuckles like he always does. "if you insist, my love." like he wasn't waiting, hoping you ask him.

[thatswhatsushesaid]

some free-range and all-organic wwx, lwj, and wangxian-centric shitposts! just for my favourite wangxian-obsessed moot, @bidet-of-evil 💕

[petridumps]

😗 each other's scars 💚

[bellamyblake]

Bellamy Blake appreciation week

Day 5: Favorite Rebel!Bellamy moment-Bellamy refusing to let Clarke go in 3x02 and almost getting himself killed because of it

[swamp-gremlin]

"...Dead Devil was a proposed rival Turbo, being a clumsy dare devil type who was so bad at his job he apparently died. His purposed personality was loud, arrogant, stubborn and flamboyant, but ultimately he was coded to be the opposite of Turbo.

Unfortunately Dead Devil was conceptualized late into development and was haphazardly patched in and only saw a limited release to certain cabinets. Due to being added so shoddily he suffered from severe bugs and glitches.

Mainly audio/ volume bugs, resulting in audio being to quite, loud, or distorted; and a persistent inability to actually say "Turbo." Collision issues, resulting in him phasing through other racers, barriers or getting caught on invisible blocks. An inability to understand complex inputs. And memory allocation issues. His bugs resulted in an unpleasant learning curve that turned some players away, but some saw the value of gliched runs.

DD was axed not to long before the rest of the series was due to competitor cutting Turbotime out of the market. All that is left of him is concept art and rare surviving arcade cabinets..."

[1loer]

"You're on a path in the woods. At the end of that path is a cabin. In the basement of that cabin is a monster."

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slay the princess fanart for @killl-ka my beloved mutual !!!!! i hope this is good and not too lore inaccurate ;; I dont know anything about this game but im a sucker for this type of hand/arm motif so when I saw it i wanted to use it ^^

look at them big ol' eyes! and that pretty face! how could she possibly be a monster! (< she doesn't know)

[nyawrler]

hihg rolr