#instead of Throwing Fists

[biitchcakes]

@shimmershots // ♡'d for a starter !

An array of weapons lay before her on the floor ⸺ a pistol, a handful of. . . some small things with neon blue and pink doodles, and. . . was that a fucking ROCKET LAUNCHER ???

❝ You've uh ⸺ sure got quite a SELECTION, kid. ❞ Sitting with her legs crossed, Jessica reaches out toward the pile, a finger tracing the shark face on the launcher. After a few moments, she gestures around the tiny graffitied objects, before looking to Jinx. ❝ Do I wanna know ? ❞

[stabbystiletto]

🧡💚📸🍪📸🎂📸🍽📸💤📸💚🧡

🎅🎁🎄Merry Christmas @koolgurl630!!🎄🎁🎅

I saw a SakuMahi on your list and had to do it lololol 😆😆😆😅😅😅

[orcelito]

Gotta love that we have nearly all the named konoha kunoichi (minus Tsunade, Kurenai, and a few other even more minor kunoichi)

AND YET. the guys still outnumber them.

Still. 5/12 is still way more than we usually get (since it's normally teams of like 1/4 to 1/8 or so)

Wow the female characters ratio in naruto is absolutely atrocious.

[gabunyan]

wish I would be a good Elden Ring or Dark Souls player but alas I suck 👍

[nyckie]

I have about 20 big tomatoes, which I grew from seed, but all my cherry tomato seedlings failed.

So I bought a single cherry tomato start.

Surprise! Guess what's actually another beefsteak? (':

[patcaps]

actually next time cap steps between pat and whoever he’s trying to fight this time, pat should just drag him away and suck his cock about it

[maleficore]

wow so once you accept Bhaal the endings sure suck ass don't they

[noctuafought]

true ragbro fashion is using the evil boop

[obitoslay]

one of my absolute favourite yjh moments is when he calls himself a former regressor. it is so so important to him and his character arc and journey in selfhood.

the moment he realises he’s in a story ofc it hurts.. but he’s already been inside a story, one that constellations have been consuming for their own entertainment. and yjh isn’t upset at kdj for reading his story but for viewing him as a character. kdj had already read his story and decided he understood him better than anyone else, when orv constantly tells us that it’s impossible to truly know a person. every voice and story is different and equally important.

when he fought kdj it was never about killing him even tho kdj’s unreliable ass viewed it that way; it was his own desperate attempts at getting kdj to see him as an actual person. to kdj, the yjh he’s familiar with is the one who continues to regress over and over again and he’s been viewing yjh in that lens, calling him a sunfish etc, despite yjh showing time and time again he’s going to give it his all this round.

by rejecting that, yjh attempts to defy his narrative constraints while also giving kdj the opportunity to have a deeper connection with him, and it shows when kdj introduces himself again. it’s such a touching scene honestly

yjh is a character with no agency, even in his own story. what strips him of that agency is ironically what gives him the most freedom to repeat over and over again, to know that he is the only one who can reach the end of the scenarios, no matter how long it would take him. but he wants to live and he wants to stay in this round w kimcom…

[elegyofthemoon]

shaking you're lucky anti entropy visual novel is fucking broken again i think permanently i would not shut the fuck up about that visual novel

[alligaytorswamp]

ermmm something happened to my hand and now it like feels uncomfy and 2 of my fingers don't work properly ahhahahaha (im panicking)

[mo-ok]

The duality of peas man

[theheadlessgroom]

https://www.tumblr.com/beatingheart-bride/707201367926849536/theheadlessgroom-beatingheart-bride

@beatingheart-bride

At this, Randall wanted to protest; he wanted to wave it all off, to say “I was just doing what anyone would do!”, but he knew that just wasn’t true. She was right, most people in the opera house probably wouldn’t have sacrificed a whole day, a day spent running the risk of getting sick while running errands, bringing her food and drink and keeping her company, no, he was sure most wouldn’t have done such a thing...he still wanted to protest, to say it was nothing, but ultimately, he found he just couldn’t argue anymore.

Despite the difficulty he had in wrapping his head around the whole thing, he nevertheless willed himself to believe her (difficult as that was), swallowing hard as he managed to saying, “W-Well, you’re...you’re very welcome, E-Emily, I...I was just glad I could help!”

He blushed again and averted his gaze, half-expecting her to laugh at his incompetence when it came to rudimentary matters like accepting thanks...he kicked himself a little for thinking Emily would do such a thing, reminding himself that she wasn’t like those who used to point and laugh at him, that she wouldn’t do such a thing, but still, he had that moment of expectation before he glanced back at her, smiling shyly behind the mask.

[dirt-str1der]

Boys were invented for me to chase around the nightmare woods with a big knife and blunderbuss

[marinehero-a]

     once again thinking ab au’s where garp actually acted during ace’s execution </3

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; gn!reader

toji is okay with you not making eye-contact with him during sex because he knows that you're just overwhelmed, right? it's because he simply loves to feel your lips against his skin when you hide your face in the crook of his neck because that's how he knows he's taking good care of you, right?

fuck no.

those are not the only reasons.

if you look toji in the eyes while he's fucking you, he will cream his pants like a fucking teenager who's just seen a pair of tits for the first time.

when he has you on your back with your heels digging into his lower back and with your hands clawing at your back, his own arms barely supporting his body as he sinks into you; you look beautiful like this – a layer of sweat covers your body and he thinks about licking it all up, your bitten lips are parted and the sounds that spill from you cloud toji's mind like a drug. you're writhing and you're squirming, squeezing around his cock so tight that he feels like he's about to pass out.

and then... your eyes.

eyebrows scrunched together, you stare up at him and toji thinks he's going to die instead. tears brim in the corners while your pupils are blown wide, a mix of pleasure and adoration swimming in the dark orbs as he brings you closer and closer to another high. oh, he thinks you look like a fucking painting. like you belong in a museum.

the way you're looking at him is making his cock twitch inside you and that in turn makes you blink at him. you flutter your eyelashes while pressing your heels deeper into his back, silently begging for more.

"f-fuck..."

toji's head falls as he squeezes his own eyes shut. he feels like he's on fire. he feels like he's about to fucking explode. he's going to cum just because you're looking at him with nothing else but love in your eyes. he feels stupid for it – a little embarrassed that such a simple thing is getting to him so easily, but when he feels your hand on his jaw, cradling him like he's something that could break – the shame fades.

the combination of meeting your gaze once again, the care in them, and the love you offer him, makes the knot in his belly snap.

you caress his cheek as you hold your eyes on him, eager to watch him unfold in front of you. a fucked out smile makes its way to your lips and toji's heart skips a beat at the sight. he's never felt weaker, he's never felt more loved. oh, you're something alright.

he also can't handle your eyes whenever you're giving him head. he simply cannot do it. he does love watching you, he really fucking loves it – how you screw your eyes shut, your eyebrows furrowing as you concentrate on your breathing. how the drool pools in the corners of your mouth and how it dribbles down your chin. how your whole body twitches when you gag around him. how small your hand looks on him, how you massage his heavy balls. how pretty you look while doing it all – he's obsessed.

but the second you open your eyes and look back up at him... he's throwing his head back and hiding behind his arm. and while the view of his neck does get you to rub your own thighs together in want – it's not enough.

you want more.

taking your lips off his cock and ignoring the line of spit that connects you to it, you patiently wait for him to look at you. you even stop jerking him off, just resting your hand around his base. his dick twitches and another glob of pre-cum trickles from his tip.

"toji?"

your voice is as sweet as ever and he knows it's a trap. he grumbles back at you in hopes of convincing you to continue, but he's wrong. merely giving his base a squeeze, you watch how the older man buck his hips into your fist.

"look at me."

he won't, he won't, he won't. you're evil, you're awful, you wish to torture him until he dies. this is how it all ends for him. he won't.

"please..."

his balls twitch and his his body burns. he needs to cum so fucking bad but he hates looking like an actual old man, who can't keep his shit together.

"look at me, baby."

it's more of a demand now and he can't resist you. he never has and he never will. whatever you say goes – if you tell him to jump off a damn cliff, he will do so. if you want to break him just like you're doing right this moment, then so be it. he's all yours.

his arm falls from in front of his face and his green eyes crack open to the most glorious sight in the world. you look completely fucked out and your hair is a mess, your lips and your chin are all covered in spit and he thinks of you as an angel of some sort.

you give him a smile and his hips buck into your fist again, but you don't tease him for it – you want him to feel good. so you press a kiss to his sticky tip as you hold his lust-filled gaze and it's enough for him to blow his load all over your gorgeous face.

you lap at his tip like a kitten, collecting the few drops that threaten to escape while still pumping him with your one hand and massaging his balls with the other. toji grips the sheets below with both his hands – his fingers tug at the material so hard that they almost rip but neither of you care.

you worshipping his cock, or better yet worshipping him, is baffling to him. but he's not complaining. you take him into your mouth again, eyes still on his, you wrap your lips wrap around his tip and push him into overstimulation.

curses tumble from his scarred lips like they're the only words he knows and you can't help but smile while still having him him in your mouth. you're covered in his cum and now you're fucking grinning up at him – he really does think he's about to pass away. there's no way this is real, that you're not something his mind conjured up to plague him with. your hands feel godly and your mouth feels so fucking warm. no, this is it – he's officially dying.

taking your lips off of him with a pop, your smile widens even more as you give him an 'ahhh!' as if you've just had the best meal of your life and toji doesn't waste a second before pushing off the bed.

"fuck, come here."

his knees hit the floor with a thud as he lunges at you like a starved beast. he grabs your cheeks and pulls you toward him, smashing his lips to yours in a desperate kiss. he needs to feel you, he needs to taste you. he needs to love you.

he needs to give you his all.