#is so fucking precious to me

[daydreamerwonderkid]

Jon, whining/complaining over being grounded again for sneaking out for the 89th time to hang out with Damian: But, Daaaaaaddd, I can fix him!!!!

Clark, getting slammed Vietnam War flashback style with every single time he's tried to "fix" Bruce: No, you really cannot.

[keferon]

Did you think I was done? Ahahahaha no, I have more.

Because chapter 70 of MOMU gave me the very dynamic between them that I missed so much, I just blacked out and started drawing uncontrollably lmao

Also. ALSO. I noticed a while ago that Prowl has the habit of..like…constantly frowning. So. I did a bit of research and made this graph.

In 70 chapters, Prowl frowns rougly 104 times. And the intensity of this gesture is very clearly correlated with the development of his relationship with Jazz, as you can see ahahahahah It might be wrong tho don’t take me seriously I’m not good with graphs

[suntails]

toot toot!

[lotus-pear]

NEW MAYOI CARDDDDS MADE ME SILLY THEY CANONICALLY HAVE GIRLS NIGHT SLEEPOVERS IM SOBBING UEUEUUEUEUE

[fairyhaos]

bro do u know who's an idol that i wanna gatekeep soooo bad? dokyeom. like this is a man who's so crazy talented that he's lead vocal of a hugeee group, belts high notes Just For Fun, is moodmaker, energizer, sunshine of the group, cute and funny and adorable and sexy buff all at once and is ALSO the leader of the incredibly successful bss on the side?? he's been in a musical, TWICE (bc he was so good that they called him in to reprise the show), and no matter how much he struggles he literally never fails to have the hugest smile on his face. he's caring and gentle and loud and bubbly and he's so fucking GORGEOUS. like it's actually insane how beautiful he is. people don't appreciate him enough and i think that this is a sign that we start gatekeeping him bc if lee dokyeom is gonna be treated with anything other than kindness and love, then others don't deserve to know about him at all.

[gaywerewolfsimp]

Andreil

[bird-inacage]

Love Sea Episode 10 | "I told you, didn't I? My heart, my feelings, I've never wanted them back."

CAN WE PLEASE GIVE FORT A HUGE ROUND OF APPLAUSE (AND A HUG)? 😭 I have been consistently balled over by how mature his performance has been as Mut. I felt Fort channel some other kind of force with his crying scenes this episode. It felt so incredibly raw.

(Fort was definitely crying in that scene where Rak finds him on the beach during the night. But the lighting is so ghastly, you can't really see his expressions very well - gosh darn it).

[caycanteven]

Size doesn’t intimidate either of them~❤️

[thedyingwriter]

I can never be an actor. Because how tf do you look at each other like this one moment and go back to nothing irl???

like i would combust into flames if someone looked at me like that.

[tang3r1n]

+18, sex dialogue, sweet/soft gojo, i just wanted to write him saying nasty shit my bad, need him so bad FUCK.

“oh sweet baby, lookin so starved for cock, m’poor, poor angel~”

“ungh— such a messy lil pussy- huh? ya want me to spit on it? god, yes baby, fuck yes”

“takin m’cock so well, precious, messy fuckin face covered in cum”

“ohh?~ what this? pretty little thing all dolled up f’me, huh? you feel pretty, baby? yeah? aww, y’look just absolutely adorable, my love”

“is my sweet girl cryin? aww, im so sorry, i forgot my lil crybaby is so sensitive down there~”

“ya cunt’so loud tonight, messy thing, ugh— she’s makin so much noise f’me, so fucking hot—gonna cum, yeah, gonna fill your chatty pussy up, make y’even more messy~”

“yeah? repeat after me; ���Sato loves me’, good girl, ‘i’m Sato’s angel’, such a good girl, ‘i deserve Sato’s love’, ‘i deserve to feel good.’ aww yes, good job my soul,”

“yes— yes, yes, yesyesyesyes— fuck, make me cum baby, yeah, love looking at you like this, so fucking wet n nasty when you suck me off—ungh-!”

“hehe, you’re so pretty, angel, i have such a beautiful girl with me, such a sweet ‘n soft baby, open up now, hehe, say ‘ahh’~”

k i’m done.

[littlelightfish]

Mr. & Mrs. Folke

[ivyithink]

posting this little thing, while I’m neck-deep in iwtv wips…

[beforeimdeceased]

abby wearing her strap on asking you to ride the bulge and beg her to fuck you and she’s not gonna do it until you sound as desperate as she wants you to…i need a glass of water

[supernowa-art]

little eggplant learns to fish!

[warpedpuppeteer]

Y'all ever cry when you think about how everyone in Eddie's life assumed he'll make a terrible parent without even offering him the help he needed to prove himself except for Buck?? He hears about Eddie's struggles with parenting and doesn't think 'you're a bad dad' he just thinks 'you need a bit of help' and then proceeds to make that happen for Eddie.

Calling Bobby to get permission to have Chris with them because Eddie doesn't get the time to, introducing Carla to go through the shitty red tapes he's been struggling to figure out, driving him to pick-up Chris after the earthquake, throwing a surprise Christmas party so that Eddie can be with Chris, and being the person Chris can turn to when he doesn't feel like talking to Eddie.

I don't think Buck realizes how much Eddie probably values all the things Buck has done for him to allow him to be the parent that he's always been capable of being. Buck downplays the things he does and probably thinks it's not much but for Eddie it's everything. It's everything Eddie didn't get from his partner or his parents. Buck just... does it for him, as easy as breathing.

This is why it was so, so easy for Eddie to choose Buck as the legal guardian for his Will but it was a shock for Buck. Buck doesn't know how integral he's been to Eddie being a good dad. For Eddie, it's easy because be knows Buck is already capable of stepping up. For Buck, it's surprising because doesn't think all the things he does matters.

[whirlybirbs]

May I ask what Derecho thinks of All Might when he plays the villain aka All Smite? Does she give him pointers? What does she think of the costume? What was the reaction to All Might beating the snot out of two kids during that final exam?

"A little birdy told me," you say sweetly, "That you had a bit of fun at the USJ with Class 1-A last period, Mr. Yagi."

The lounge is now empty — lunch break has ended, and the teachers have broken for their respective classes. You, however, find yourself lingering back with the man in question. 

He's in his smaller form now. The sight is dear to you.

Toshi's head snaps up at your voice.

"The kids have started calling you All Smite," you joke as you watch Toshinori's cheeks turn a bit pink; your favorite look on the man who holds half your heart, "Shame you didn't ask for any pointers. Maybe then you wouldn't have lost." 

You stalk forward, eyeing him in a way that still makes his heart hammer in his chest after all these years.

"I thought it would be insensitive to ask you to take part," he rumbles in a veiled apology; his eyes never leave you.

You muffle a laugh into your coffee as you stop before him. Toshinori, as always, finds himself in awe. You're beautiful. Gorgeous. You're so perfect like this, in a soft sweater and flared trousers with your hair swept up and a colorful pair of glasses perched on your nose... you look every bit the part you've played for the last six years: a hero course instructor at UA High. 

He's sure he'll never grow tired of this look on you. Relaxed. Content. 

Toshinori Yagi adjusts his tie and leans over to gather his tea. Your eyes linger on his lean form, and you throw a cautionary look over your shoulder at the now-closed door to the lounge. 

"I wouldn't have minded."

"Next time," he says as he presses the lid to his cup with his large, calloused hands, "We will play the role together."

Another step forward, and you tilt your chin up. You tilt your head for good measure. "Next time...?"

Toshi swallows. His Adam's apple bobs. His brows quirk as he bends to sip his green tea. He knows that coy, little look. He knows it well, and he knows you know what it does to him. He could agree to anything when you blink up at him like that, and God knows he already has a thousand times in this life. Toshi narrows his blue eyes.

You know what you're doing. Hell, you know him like the back of your hand. You've loved him since you were twenty-something and fighting by his side; your love looks no different from then. It burns bright and hot and heavy — it's home. 

And you know Toshinori has never been able to say no when you creep a finger up his chest and fiddle with his collar. Be it tie or cape. The gesture has always managed to melt the unstoppable hero before you into an amendable and suggestable man in love. 

"Is All Smite busy this evening?" you whisper softly, smirking easily, "Maybe we can grade some papers and I can give you those pointers."

There will be no grading getting done. There never is. Well — sometimes there is. But it's not entirely the only thing the two of you do on nights spent together in his staff dormitory. 

Toshi takes a deep breath.

Then, with his voice sounding a bit rougher than usual:

"How does seven this evening sound to you, Sensei?"

— a reference to this fic here ;