#just saying)

[welldressedandunimpressed]

Can we make DIY cool again?

the generational gap between me and the people my age who use chat gpt

[sunsburns]

i think ur oral fixation surprises both you and joaquin when you take his dog tags into ur mouth and suck on them. they're just dangling in your face how could you ever resist

oh my god?? my jaw is on the floor. this is insane. i love it. (18+)

it wasn’t like you could stop yourself.

you were already a little out of it—joaquín had been treating you too good all night. from dinner, where he played footsie with you under the table until your heel slid just a little too high, leaving him red-faced, to the way he kissed you against the door before you could even get your keys out. and now, after everything, after he’s had you gasping and writhing beneath him, you’re both wrecked and breathless, tangled together in the sheets, his weight pressing you into the mattress as his hips roll against yours.

it’s a sweet pace, a little sloppy, his rhythm faltering as his body trembles. he’s close. you can tell by the way his huffs turn into short, needy whines.

joaquín loves missionary, loves looking at you, touching you. but right now, his eyes are squeezed shut, brows furrowed tight as his fingers tangle in your hair, cupping your jaw like he can’t bear to let go.

every thrust rocks you against the mattress, the old frame creaking beneath you both. the headboard knocks against the wall in time with your moans, the wet, desperate sounds between you filling the room. and over it all, there’s the soft, steady clinking of his dog tags.

your gaze drops from his face to the chain hanging around his neck. the tags sway with every movement, catching the faint light from the window, gleaming silver against the tan of his chest. it’s distracting, the way they dangle just above your lips, taunting you. you don’t think—just act—lifting your head as he drives particularly deep, parting your lips so the tags graze your skin, clinking against your teeth before you take them fully into your mouth.

it takes joaquín exactly two seconds to notice.

the slight tug at his neck drags him forward, and his eyes flutter open, hazy and unfocused at first until he sees—

oh.

a shudder wrecks through him, his hips stuttering to a halt as a deep, broken groan spills past his lips. he stares down at you, panting, his dog tags resting on your tongue, your lips wrapped around the cool metal. you stare back, never breaking eye contact as you flatten your tongue against them, tracing over the engraved letters of his name and military rank. captain torres.

the taste is sharp, bitter and metallic, and you moan around it, letting the sound vibrate against the chain. his hand tightens in your hair, fingers flexing.

"qué… qué haces?" joaquín rasps, voice wrecked, thick with something he doesn’t fully understand yet. his brows knit together, but the heat in his gaze betrays him.

you hum around the tags, sucking lightly before letting them drag against your lips as you pull back just enough to murmur, "couldn’t help it. they were just… there."

joaquín lets out a choked noise, somewhere between a curse and a groan, his grip on you tightening. he presses his forehead against yours, exhaling shakily.

"dios mío…"

his breath is hot against your skin, his chest heaving, but you don’t let up. you close your lips around the tags again, sucking, a little filthier this time, pulling him down with you. his chain tugs against the back of his neck, making him swallow hard. his hips jerk forward on instinct, and you sigh through your nose at the way his cock fills you again, deeper than before.

joaquín doesn’t even try to hold back his groan this time. his fingers tighten around your hand beside your head, gripping like it’s the only thing grounding him. then your nails scrape against his scalp, urging him on.

that does it.

he snaps his hips forward, rutting into you with a newfound urgency, his rhythm completely wrecked. the bed creaks louder, his moans slip freer, and you’re right there with him.

he’s never going to be able to wear these without thinking about this moment again.

[cloudstarcats]

Somethinging-something, someone from a society that values fighting and battle and bloodshed and who is used to violence and has been a victim of violence from a young age who now stands above others as a pillar of strength and one of the last remaining pillars of a community otherwise seen as lesser than the current major society, who despite being unable to die in almost all situations and has a history of winning every fight he enters telling someone the exact spot in which they could be killed, aka something that implies a level of trust they may have been unable to give to others due to their past history of mentioned violence and assassination attempts, is akin to offering up their very life to another in a bond they may consider stronger than the vows of marriage-

[primspace]

Oh, I'm sure that Shadow Milk Cookie, in order to protect his daughter, is ready to go against other Beast Cookies if they pose a danger not only to other cookies, but to Blueberry Ice Cream Cookie herself :>

I’m not sure about other cookies just yet, reformation is a long road. But he’d definitely stand up for the ones he care about. In a 4 v 1 between Beasts, he is definitely getting jumped, but the intention and effort is still there.

also have a related mini comic

[martitheevans]

Don't get me wrong I love the phagon with all my heart but they missed a trick with not changing the hairstyles from baby to teen to adult

[vigarioamelia]

This is a world where nothing is solved.

rough sketch of an idea i had. not sure if i'll finish it. i wanted to make buried bodies but silhouettes are hard and art is even harder

been thinking a lot about true detective s1, especially rust's monologues

[kittzuxp]

is there any particular reason why ancient greek soldiers got bbls when depicted in pottery art but women didnt

[jet-engine]

My opinion of Twilight.

“No? Why? Because I’m a vampire?” “No… Actually, pretending you’re 21 and attending high school for eighty years is a little weird, man.”

[tyanis]

Kinda feel like there's some untapped meme/reaction image potential from old horror movie trailers...

[ramquest]

The Magnus Archives is a horror podcast WRONG

The Magnus Archives is a RomCom WRONG

It's the world most elaborately made and longest anti smoking ad lmao

[frownyalfred]

The command structure / ranking of the Justice League is actually super hard to understand from the outside, if you think about it. How many times have alien diplomatic missions arrived to meet with them, only to struggle to pick out who they should direct their communications toward? Sure, you’ve got the Kryptonian, he’s big and flashy and recognizable across sectors. But there’s an Amazonian princess standing next to him who looks dangerous and speaks like a royal. You’ve got an Atlantean king behind her, also royal, also dangerous. You’ve got a Green Lantern of the Sector with trace ion signatures from all the recent battles in nearby galaxies, and then — then — you have a man in black, shadowy armor who doesn’t introduce himself, who doesn’t speak or negotiate unless the others falter, yet ever single one of them looks to him as the conversation proceeds — checking, assuring, looking for guidance etc. is he the leader, then?

[somaticfix]

It’s so comforting to imagine that people living paycheck to paycheck are just too extravagant for their pay instead of the actual reality of being disproportionately drowned by rent and grocery costs. I can’t help but feel that the people who write and say things like this have never actually balanced a household budget. Have no idea how much toilet paper costs each month, the gap between the cost of store-brand orange juice and the fancy kind, etc.

In the US it seems that men arrogantly make assertions like this while their wives run themselves ragged to make ends meet. Then harrumph when said wife splurges on a single scented candle to make life just a little bearable. “I would never make such a frivolous purchase,” they say to themselves “I’m smart about money.” While having absolutely no idea what anything in his life costs.

[teaboot]

Anyways as someone who has attended kink events

There are fat people at the orgy

There are elderly people at the orgy

There are disabled people at the orgy

There are trans people at the orgy

There are neurodivergent people at the orgy

People with white collar jobs are at the orgy

People with blue collar jobs are at the orgy

Stay at home moms are at the orgy

Adults who live with their parents are at the orgy

Asexuals are at the orgy

And yeah in media "kinky" shit is always thin young perfect hard bodies in skintight leather and latex but I that's the image in your head you should probably know that a more realistic link event looks less like Eyes Wide Shut and more like passengers of a public city bus attending two to three various costume parties and they're all having a FANTASTIC time that will occasionally get sidetracked by an incredibly passionate conversation regarding the history of Roman catholicism in Eastern Europe or various species of invasive birds

Which is to say that if you've managed to locate a kink community near you but are nervous about joining in because you think you're not young/fit/skinny/rich/"pretty"/normal/charismatic/abled/horny enough then honestly you're probably fine, go to the munch and make some friends

[miss-jaye]

cw: slightly suggestive when nanami kento saw his wife about to leave the house in a stunning, tight sundress, he swore his whole world stopped for a moment.

“honey?”

“hm?” you glanced at him, then looked back at the mirror, trying not to stab yourself with your earring. nanami cleared his throat. “where are you going?” he asked as he walked over, standing behind you and sliding his hands around your waist.

“i’m having lunch with my friends, sweetie. i told you that this morning, remember?” you raised a brow, confused. your husband nodded dazedly, his eyes glued to your figure.

“right.” he swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. “where are you going to have lunch?” he asked, his hands gently roaming over your body, feeling the fabric of the dress he so badly wanted to tear off you.

“that cafe we always go to…” you trailed off, finally securing your earring. “are you okay?” you met his gaze through the mirror. “i do this once a month—same place, same people.”

he nodded, humming in acknowledgment. you stayed silent for a moment, trying to figure out what had him so distracted. now that your earring was in place, you became hyper-aware of his hands, their slow, deliberate movements over your hips, squeezing in that familiar way that told you he was restraining himself from acting on his desires.

oh.

a blush crept up your cheeks as you realized nanami hadn’t seen this dress on you yet. you’d just bought it last week and forgot to show him. “kento?”

you called out to him, but he seemed too entranced by the way the dress clung to your curves. he leaned in closer, burying his nose in your neck, his hands trailing down to squeeze your thighs.

you let out a startled moan, hastily covering your mouth. he inhaled deeply, the scent of your perfume overwhelming his senses.

“your friends won’t mind if you’re a few minutes late, right?”

[skialdi]

“Steadily, my love, steadily. Keep those fingers strong and gentle. Know that you have never truly held my heart until this moment.” -from the fic “Someones Son” by PlotlessWanderer

Happy Valentine’s Day!!