#kinda sweaty

[futturmangamez]

Almost 5 am and I have not slept a minute BD

[obsob]

once more around the sun!! :3

[jesuistrestriste]

Art Donaldson with literal loser reader? This is for the netizens of the world who don’t do anything but homely activities. Like for the depraved girls/nbs/boys whoever frfr like? Reader who’s obsessed w him, met him through a friend or sm??

art knows you don’t get out much.

he knows you’d prefer to stay inside and obsessively scroll twitter or tumblr or play video games as opposed to accompanying him to a party on campus.

by now, he knows all of your little habits that you’ve developed through your early youth and have grown to enjoy more than anything. he accepts them, because he accepts you.

but he also can’t deny that he’d love to take you out more than you usually let him.

he wants to take you out to a club and grab your hips and rut into your backside while you two drunkenly dance. and he wants to show you off to his friends when they all go out to the bar.

so when he fucks you.. he sometimes lets this stuff slip.

he’s pushing you down into the bedding and moaning into your neck, little gasps punctuating each roll of his hips against yours as he fills you with every single girthy inch of him. he reaches down for one of your hands and directs it to the back of his blonde locks, silently pleading with you to tug on them the way he likes.

“fuh-fuck,” he groans, his eyes rolling back as he gets close, “nobody even knows we’re dating… you— mngh—! you gotta come out with me this weekend… ohh god..”

and you pull on his hair and wrap your legs around him; your insides too stirred up to form a response. you feel him pummeling the deepest parts of your walls with an intensity that only washes in when he’s aching for something.

“… but.. ungh, fuck fuck fuck, i.. i think you like it, don’t you? staying in when im out… letting me come back to you at the end of the night and stuff my dick into this pretty hole of yours… letting me use you… AH— baby—! fuckkk, i’m gonna come inside you— i’m gonna come inside you, ’m gonna fucking— ohh god, please—“

and then he’s pulling himself out and slamming back in once, twice, three times before he lets out an anguished moan and spills warmly into your body; coating your parts in a thick, sticky, milky dose of desperation and longing as he pulls your back up into an arch while you yelp under him. he presses his stomach to yours as he rides out his high.

he so desperately wants you to quit the internet so that he can take you out properly and show you all of the ways he can make you happy.

he knows you liked him first—he was told that you’d had a huge crush on him—but none of it really mattered now. he’s obsessed with you too, so..

why won’t you let him show the world?

[werepuppy-steve]

married steddie but they don't live a super lavish life. they're dirt poor, living in a small house at the end of a dead end road that they rent off one of wayne's buddies. steve's a manager at walmart along with robin. eddie's main job is welding but he also does tattooing on the side, so they host a lot of tattoo parties for their friends every other weekend.

there's music and beer and laughing. eddie always asks steve, "you want a new one, baby?" bc all of steve's tattoos have been done by eddie. he won’t let anyone else near him with a gun. eddie doesn’t give him giant ones, only ones that take up a small-ish patch of skin.

inevitably, there's always teasing from their friends. "we gotta pay for ours, how come you ain't charging him, huh?"

to which steve answers, after snagging eddie's beer from his hand and taking a swig and winking, "oh, don't worry, i'll pay him later tonight."

their friends hoot and holler at eddie's flustered grin as steve smacks a kiss to his cheek.

[crowlixcx]

[atsukunaritai]

and then the show proceeds to cut to the next scene where they've changed clothes

[darlingod]

Trust me I know this is a reach, but remember in The Cruel Prince when Jude was high on faerie fruit and Cardan told Jude to kiss his foot? Well, Jude adds that he’s wearing leather shoes and I found this,

“During the leather tanning process, salt is among many of the preservatives used to get your leather in shape. It's got a place, deep, deep inside your leather.”

If anyone doesn’t know, salt is the antidote for humans to rid of faerie fruit effects. So what I’m saying is, I wonder if this was another one of his attempts to sober her from the effects?

[ficandkaboodle]

In hindsight, maybe Copia should’ve known something was up. I mean, I get that Ghost was reaching new heights by the time he arrived on the LA Ministry scene so they probably could swing a bit more on the budget. But like.

Shouldn’t he have noticed something when his wardrobe began to expand farther than any Papa’s previously? Shouldn’t he have questioned why Sister was suddenly so okay with him going out in bespoke clothing when he was only a cardinal, not yet a Papa? Or was he just so hype about finally tasting the finer things in life that he just. Assumed Sister really believed in him and his talents and got distracted by the shiny new clothes too much to really suspect anything??

[skitskatdacat63]

do you have that pic of mark and jenson clasping hands but seb’s hand is just… in the middle??? bc i’ve been wracking tumblr trying to find it but i can’t!!!

Anon, I am so honored that you came and asked me 🙏 So I instinctively thought of Singapore 2011 because I remembered Seb standing btwn them, and I really hope this is what you're looking for BECAUSE I'VE NEVER SEEN THIS PIC BEFORE OHMYGODDDDD

I'm staring at this.....the size difference..........I appreciate you asking me this bcs I never even realized that this happened when I was watching this post-race

[leenfiend]

experimenting with new ways to get Lance to stfu

[pizzaqueen]

This has been in my drafts a really long time! A little bit of established relationship something and about as suggestive as my fic gets which is not very? haha (basically Eddie is sweaty and Steve likes it)

Sweat drips down Eddie’s forehead, plastering his hair to his skin, trickles down the back of his neck; his shirt sticks to him, uncomfortable in the cool night air as he slips out the back door of The Hideout. It’s all part of the rock and roll game, and he loves it, but he wouldn’t say no to a clean shirt. Before he makes it to his van to get one, there are footsteps behind him, and then arms winding around his waist.

“You looked really hot out there.”

There’s no one else around, Eddie can see that and he knows Steve would have checked, but his heart leaps all the same. “I’m literally dripping with sweat so, yeah, pretty hot.”

Steve snorts into the back of his neck. “You know what I mean.”

“I do.” Eddie wriggles in his hold. “C’mon, man, let me get a clean shirt at least. Like I said, I’m really sweaty.”

“I know.” Steve buries his face in Eddie’s hair. “I like it.” He nuzzles in, managing to push Eddie’s hair aside with his nose, and breathes in deep.

Heat rushes Eddie and he swallows thickly, heart beating hard. He manages to turn in Steve’s hold and he looks at him. “You like that I’m sweaty?” When Steve nods, Eddie looks Steve up and down, raising a brow. “How much do you like it?”

“I don’t know.” Steve’s brow furrows; he steps back a little. “A regular amount.”

“Uh-huh.” Eddie studies the color in Steve’s cheeks, the darkness in his eyes. A regular amount. Sure. “What do you like about it?”

“It’s just sexy, I guess.” Steve lifts a shoulder. “Haven’t really thought about it.”

Oh, he’s definitely thought about it. Eddie grins, tongue between his teeth. “You kinda sniffed me before, too, you know…” He trails off, brows raised, hoping Steve will fill in the gap.

But he only crosses his arms and says, “What? No, I didn’t.”

“Mm, yeah, you did.” Eddie huffs, deciding not to push that line. “You’re kind of a freak, you know?” Finding out all of Steve’s weirdness has been Eddie’s mission for a while now, and he’s fucking giddy to find something new to add to his mental list. And, yeah, this isn’t that weird at all, but he still loves it.

There’s a flash of something that might be hurt before Steve must see the delight on Eddie’s face and he rolls his eyes. “So are you.”

“Never said I wasn’t, Steve,” Eddie says, grinning again, blood singing like an electric guitar when Steve grins back. He lets Steve pull him into the shadows and kiss him, hot and deep.

Steve’s hands slide under Eddie’s shirt, slipping through the slick of sweat at the small of his back, the softest moan escaping him. Eddie’s breath hitches and he holds Steve tighter. They kiss and kiss and kiss, all thoughts of a clean shirt long forgotten.

[your-stranger-halfblood-things]

The 7 + Nico and Will watching The Rocky Horror Picture Show thinking it's a horror movie and being hella awkward when literally anything happens

[ashtcnirwin]

we lose the chase for nothing

[unexpectedbrickattack]

get normaled, idiot

[majimassqueaktoy]

Majima in Like A Dragon: Infinite Wealth.

[negativepeanuthoarder]

why does this thing always happen where you point out some godawful thing the mormon church actively does and then there's always SOMEONE in your comments trying to say 'well that's because of a few bad people on power trips, that's not how it's supposed to work!'

I do not care. I do not FUCKING care how it's supposed to be happening because it's being used for harm and abuse right now. Either acknowledge that or shut the hell up.