#listen bro

[propertyofsamcollins]

Guys, what if I told you I had a headcannon that Darlin and Sam move out of Dahlia and live their lives happily in Washington in a house that was left to Darlin' after a family member that they were close to passed away and they have a little garden and they adopt a baby and and and

[dollsome-does-tumblr]

a tragic side effect of looking at more bridgerton stuff online lately is that now i'm being repeatedly bombarded with posts that are like "obviously, as we all know, everyone hates eloise and has always hated her for being so annoying" and i'm like excuse me WHAT

[autisticbsdfan]

the flags would go see the five nights at freddy's movie.

[mothiepixie]

I (don't) regret to inform you that sans-guy and I have developed a voice for Butch and I will be coming for your throat immediately

Excuse me?

[theroaminguser-879]

Yall, I can't be seeing COTG spoilers rn😭

[spaciebabie]

William is probably either 60 to 70 years old do what you will with that information

this changes nothing

[carpetcat2]

[crispy-crust]

was out on a hike today and i found this nailed to a tree.... what the fuck?

[drdisasterarts]

stardust to stardust // inspiration -> "The Kiss" by Gustav Klimt

edit: reblogs r appreciated plsplspls😖💕‼️

[kendyroy]

ever since i saw the scene of wade yapping for hours and hours as him and logan walked for MILES, i’ve been obsessed with the idea that logan remembers every little detail that wade says, even when it’s just random bs.

wade thinks logan’s just tuning him out, but one day, months later, logan’s gonna randomly mention the tiptoes trailer or the fahrenheit celsius fact and wade’s gonna be like “YOU REMEMBER???” and logan’s gonna be like “yeah???” like it’s not a big deal…

[jeunix]

Doodled my lil' slenderverse OC Maisy being all happy in a semi-chibi style, and drew the scrunklies too (+wip scarecrow creepypasta oc???) // Feel free to request other pastas! I'll prob do more in the future ミ☆ (dunno how many tho--)

off to ruin maisy's life now--

[creachiergh]

kinger locked the fuck in with this episode. not even because of the shotgun thing or him being protective of pomni. just look at him.

[sweetlullabyebye]

Edwin looking at Charles

Charles version

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; gn!reader

thinking about roomie!suguru, who steps out of the bathroom with just a towel hanging loosely around his waist. it's dangerously low and his happy trail is... leading your eyes to a forbidden place. water droplets cascade down his temple and his neck, his scarred chest and his toned muscles.

he finishes drying his hair with another, smaller towel before slinging it over his shoulder. he gives you a warm smile. there's still a bit of sleep in his tired eyes but he looks fresh, he looks good.

(he looks more than good.)

the morning light shines in through the small window of your shared kitchen and he hums at the smell of coffee. you're an angel leaning on the counter, hands busy with preparing your drink as he steps inside.

he chuckles. he asked you a question but you didn't hear it. he smells so fucking good; the smell of his shampoo and his fancy conditioner wash over your senses and it's easy to forget where you are. his eyes flick behind you before walking over to you with a smug little grin.

he bores his sharp purple eyes into yours – he loves how you react to him. he doesn't shy away from it, he's cockier than he looks. he loves the attention, he loves to be in your spotlight. he wouldn't care so much if you were a stranger, if you were a random person on the street ogling away, ut you're neither of those things, are you? no, you're something else.

he exudes warmth as he towers over you, his head tilted down to keep his eyes on you. he wants to play with you a little – he loves the way you're staring up at him right now. eyes big and wide, lip tucked under between your teeth. he's good with people, he can read them like a book and you're no different. he sees you swallow a dry lump, he sees you grace him with a flustered smile as you try to brush by the fact that he caught you admiring him red handed. he sees the way you're taking deeper breaths than normal, surely just to keep your composure. he can't wait to break you.

his arm reaches behind you to turn off the coffee machine with a small click.

"wouldn't wanna make a mess this early in the morning, now would we?"

melting. crumbling. falling down to your knees. you hate how much he teases (you love it), you hate how patronizing he sounds (it's hot). he's the only one that can get away with it – a charming smile that hides his deepest desires of sinking his teeth into little lambs like you, soft eyes that hide the need to watch them unfold before him.

his gentle hands long to hold, long to keep and covet. he thinks about you a lot; your shared mornings and afternoons, your exhausted naps and bitter rants about your days. shy gazes and lingering touches, stupid jokes and the cute little hidden sounds he keeps hearing from your room in the late hours. he's being patient, he's warming you up.

he's just as infatuated with you as you are with him. he's just more subtle with it.

or is he?

because you've heard him, too.

you don't know whether he's doing it unknowingly or he's actually trying to make you go insane – whichever it is, you are ready to bend at his will. soft groans accompanied by a steady slick pump; you didn't mean to listen in. you just wanted to make sure he's okay!

ear against the wooden door, you listened to him think about you. your name was on the tip of his tongue, but it was too early for that. he wants to smear you with his honey, he wants to drag you in but he needs to wait for it. this is perfect.

he did know you're were there.

he heard the floor creak, he heard the cutest gasp that left your pretty lips. fuck, you're perfect. his head was lolled back as he stroked himself to the thought of your wide, doe-eyes. how flustered you'd be, how flustered you were in that very moment. he imagined your trembling hands and your stuttered words and his dick twitched in his palm.

he thought about inviting you in and just making him watch as a form of punishment, for being a little pervert. he shuddered out a laugh and watched a glob of pre-cum cover his own fingers before mixing with the saliva and spit that's covering him already. he thought about making you sit between his legs so he could jerk off right in front of your beautiful face, he thought about your wobbly lips, your teary eyes. the way your thighs would press together.

your fingers would itch and twitch and he'd make you place them on your legs. he wouldn't want you to touch. yet. maybe he'd make you apologize and maybe he'd make you kiss the tip. he thought about how good you'd smell, how good you'd taste. another raspy groan crawled up his throat and you were about to cum untouched behind his door. like a creep.

he loves it. he's proud of you, he wants to push you even further. he wants to see what else he can make you do. this is exciting and he can't wait to devour you whole as a reward after he's done bullying himself into your body and your mind. utterly loved and corrupted—

— you're meant for him.

[cynicallyneutral]

bro...are we gay..?

[mish-mash-marsh]

Why is it, that whenever I ask someone what attraction feels like, they start listing off the symptoms of a panic attack?

stomach ache/nausea

sweatiness

racing heartbeat

irrational thinking

trouble sleeping

etc

buddy, whatever wonky sickness you've got... i don't want it, thanks /j