#just thinking .

[skrongletheghost]

Me writing my fic when the bishops finally meet the horrors

im a fucking sucker for the “character gets so badly injured that they can’t think clearly and start calling for help in a distressingly vulnerable way.” characters who start using nicknames for their friends they haven’t used since they were kids. characters who start begging for their brother they haven’t seen in years to be there. characters who would usually use their parents’ names or call them mother/father/etc crying out mama when they go down. u understand.

[star-struck09]

I am slowly becoming someone ten year-old me would be proud of.

[eternalgirlscout]

that post about mob psycho having a title that makes it sound like a hyperviolent edgy anime in english got me thinking about how funny that juxtaposition is with how the show Actually Is. the resolution of a major arc in the third season literally hinges on the fact that the main character is wearing the most godawful fuck ugly shirt on earth and everyone is too polite to tell him it sucks. as a direct result, a giant broccoli flies itself to the ocean and it's a legitimate tearjerker. a bunch of the antagonists definitely think they're in an edgy organized crime show--until half of them end up giving up their life of crime because they got made fun of for beefing with middle schoolers so hard by a 27-year-old in a cheap suit that they decided they'd rather work at a grocery store.

[calagua]

Oh Jeffrey? Jeff the killer? Oh yeah he's not a teenager anymore. He's 28. Yeah he's still into the killing part just not as much. He says it lost its spark. Yeah he still says go to sleep but he'd honestly rather go sleep himself. He's pretty chill. Past the killings. He's a beloved member of the community. Yeah he's on estrogen

[beefstatic]

robotgirls who are rooms upon rooms of motherboards and circuitry. robotgirls who have a control room. robotgirls who have massive switches and buttons and wires as thick as your arm. robotgirls that are sleeping giant machines from another age. robotgirls with deep, inhuman, machine generated voices. robotgirls that need whole buildings to contain them.

[kaynineacademy]

i wonder if you are well. if you ate breakfast this morning. if you took your dog for a walk. if you called your mother like you’d promised. if you listened to music on your way to work. if you thought of me.

[theotherhappyplace]

It's really funny to be super attracted to bellies and have People show their middles like "how do I get rid of this tummy?"

I'm always like "SHOULD AN ANGEL LOSE ITS WINGS? SHOULD YOU SAW OFF A UNICORN'S HORN??"

[eyesfullofsttars]

oh my god!!! i can’t stop thinking about ellie williams not caring at all about shaving—she literally stopped shaving her legs at fourteen and never did it again (partly because she didn’t care and no one in her family circle did either; neither joel nor tess). just imagine her slightly flexing her toned arm, showing a hint of hair in her armpit!!! or even her defined abs, feeling solid to the touch except where her happy trail starts, feeling the softness of her reddish-brown hair leading to the best part—the damn paradise with a bush... oh ellie williams with body hair, you are so dear to me.

[bloodsuckingfiends]

Thinking about sneaking back to Astarion’s tent while the rest of the party finishes off dinner, and once in his tent he lays you on your side and fucks you from behind with his hand pressed to your mouth so no one hears your cries and whimpers. Him whispering “good pet” into your ear while you come.

[holylulusworld]

Just thinking...What if... stalked reader is the crazy one and the "poor" stalker doesn't know what he got himself into. 👀👀

Someone needs to save him from dear Y/N...😂

Reader: "Wait! You didn't stalk me for a week. Where have you been?"

Stalker: "What? I..."

Reader: "We have a routine, Sir. I leave my bedroom curtains open so you can get a glimpse of my cute bottom and I get off imagining you will break into my apartment to eat my coochie!"

Stalker: Loses his shit. "What the fuck!"

Reader: "You can't change our routine out of the blue. Thursday nights are there for our sex dates!"

Stalker: "Sex dates?" *starts to sweat.* He looks around the deserted street, asking himself if this is the right moment to grab you.

Reader: *sighs deeply* "I got the bags with me for a reason," you point at the duffle bags slung over your shoulder. "Now, chop-chop and kidnap me! I want to see your home!"

[divinebunnii]

playing video games, giggling together, little glances that mean more than just looks, hot thighs and warm hands, fondling through shirts and over pants, less time to think more time to feel

[1njjrd]

i wonder if you slept well last night if you made yourself a cup of tea this morning if you sat by the window for a while just watching the world outside if you’re finding joy in the little things while i sit here trying to ignore the pile of unopened letters and unanswered calls i wonder if you ever think about the days when i used to be a part of your routine while i’m left replaying old messages and feeling the weight of every empty moment it feels like i’m stuck in a loop endlessly waiting for something that will never come

[herzspalter]

I've kinda found my zen with art theft and reposting

This doesn't apply to when people steal my art for profit or claim it as their own because fuck them

But I've had so many reposts over the years of posting art online, it's way more than I can possibly ever go after, and it used to stress me out at first because it's usually without credit.

But I remember being a kid and finding Naruto fanart on google, printing it out myself and glueing my shitty pixelated prints on notebooks and around my room, never knowing who made these, and occasionally stumbling over one of the artists years later.

And I don't know, the idea of being part of that? Of being in a random scrap book, having one weird little piece of fanart that a complete stranger once saw as a kid somewhere and kinda vaguely remembers years later? Of maybe being a shitty print out somewhere because someone saw a pic they liked? I think that's kind of sweet, that's kind of fun!

So like, I'm just talking about myself here obv, I still prefer when people credit me properly etc, but I also find a lot of comfort in knowing that maybe I can also be the mysterious artist of a specific piece of fan art of someone else's past!

[iwanty0uu]

~𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲~

NOT PROOF READ!

You toyed with the pink flesh that hid in between your puffy labia, guarded by the short dyed pink pubic hair that was displayed along the top or your delicates.You couldn’t help but touch yourself, cuz the thought of your freshly waxed punani with a pink landing strip always made you throb, juices soaking the purple hello kitty halloween bedsheets that was sprawled out beneath the plump of your ass, glistening from the cream that spilled out of you as you edged yourself..forcing your high to pivot it’s direction as your chipped-polished fingers massaged your button and stopped abruptly, admiring yourself in the small heart shaped mirror that you held before you. The heat of your body was enough to circulate through your bedroom, sweat gathering at the bridge of your nose as your glasses slipped down, struggling to stay put whilst your head whipped back at the feeling of your now shriveled fingers entering your center once again. Beauty wasn’t the word to describe the scene that equated to watching a broken tape, as you rubbed yourself and stopped to start all over again.Toes curling as you questioned if you should let in, but your eyes opened slowly and made contact the pink flesh that revealed itself as your fingers slid between it, spreading the flesh apart, your mouth slowly gaped open as you beheld the glorious image of your pretty girl throbbed, more and more of yourself spilled out with every pulse, and it was like your question was answered as your fingers curled inside of you, forcing your thumb to circle your swollen clit at once as tears flooded your eyes, not daring to miss the scene in front of you.Determine to relish this moment as much as you could almost as if it would be your last. And finally, the knot that you built inside of yourself unraveled as you moaned explicitly, sounds that should only come out of a porno came out of you as you practically screamed, your moans bounced off of your beautifully decorated walls, with pictures of shirtless biker girls and Zoro with sword in his mouth… At last, the high came to an end as your tear-stained doe eyes fluttered, fighting sleep that gnawed on your muscles and the fat of your thighs, the price for such a strong orgasm.Your core throbbed as you finally gave in, eyes shutting as your body relaxed, finally.

This was your version of a happily ever after..~♡︎

[kaynineacademy]

i wake up with things to tell you. i fall asleep wondering what you’re doing, if you’re alright, if you’ve eaten, if you’re getting enough sleep. during the day i think about asking you to tell me your biggest regret, the dreams you left behind, the people you still wonder about. i never got to ask you if i am one of them.