#m-event

[spicyicymeloncat]

I don’t think i ever posted this?

Very belated mizu5 content lol

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kokomi ♡ migration to the coral sea

[pandasaurio-espacial]

Listen yes March is an asshole but if someone showed up, donated a worm to the museum and everyone acted like they were the best thing since sliced bread I'd be mad too

[gold-onthe-inside]

a pearl

who? spencer reid (post-prison) x fem!reader based on: a pearl by mitski (and also pearl diver also by mitski) written for: @mggslover's event lyrics: “You’re growing tired of me. You love me so hard and I still can’t sleep/Sorry, I can’t take your touch. It’s not that I don’t want you.” word count: 0.9k content warnings: mentions cat adams, reference to addiction/drugs & sobriety

He stared at the flickering flame in the living room, knowing he’s left your sleeping frame upstairs, and rubbed the sobriety chip between his thumb and forefinger, and he remembers the moment he had fallen in love with your smile, a warm saccharine thing that had brightened your whole face when he tried to pull a coin from behind your ear, but it hadn’t worked, only for you to find it in your pockets. He hasn’t made you smile like that in a while. Not in 3 months, 20 days, and 14 hours. Not since Cat Adams had made it her mission to ruin his life, and yours along with him. This year had just been the tip of a long-building iceberg of issues that you kept having to put up with because of him.

And sure, things were okay now. His mom was in a good home in DC, always a call and a drive away. They had gotten his murder conviction overturned. He was supposed to be safe. Then why did he feel this uneasy all the time?

He’s so lost in himself, the firelight reflecting in his soft and worried hazel eyes, that he doesn’t hear you coming down the stairs, doesn’t see the cute donut pyjamas that usually make his heart melt, and physically flinches when you touch his shoulder, the chip in his hand falling to the floor. “Sorry,” you said instantly, “I didn’t mean to… You just weren’t in bed, I wanted to make sure you were—”

“I’m fine,” he said, a little too sharply, and usually, you’re better at controlling your expressions, but it’s 2 in the morning and you’re tired, so the concern is visible on your sleepy face.

“Honey, you don’t seem fine,” you said softly, approaching him like he was a skittish horse.

He let out a breath, bending down to pick up the sobriety token, while you wait and watch him straighten. “Can we not do this right now?” he asked, sounding tired, and he can see your concern deepen, adding another wrinkle to your brow, the corners of your lips turning down. He can see the battle that rages inside you every day, every time he acts like this — do you confront him? Do you put your foot down like you had all those years ago when he was coming to work while in withdrawal? What would it take for you to finally retaliate?

“Okay,” you said, in your gentle but firm way, looking at him evenly. “Two choices. We sit here and talk, or you come back upstairs with me and get some sleep. Either way, I’m not going back up without you.” Your arms come up to cross against your chest in what you think is a firm, decisive position to take, but Spencer’s sorely tempted to smile at you, and then his heart sinks all over again. It must have come up on his face because your arms start to fall and you walked over to pull him to sit next to you on the couch. “Sweetheart, will you please just tell me what’s going on with you?” you asked, and you think your heart might crawl out of your throat when Spencer pulled his hands away from yours.

“It’s nothing,” he said, and you can see his body closing off, all your work to bring him out of his shell, to coax him into the sunlight, vanishing like smoke. “Everything’s, you know, it’s fine. The team’s fine, my mom’s fine. I’m fine.”

“Which means it’s only a matter of time before things aren’t fine again,” you said, tilting your head to meet his eyes. “Right?” You’d be a liar if you said you hadn’t felt it too — the panic in the middle of the night when he’s not there, the reminder you have to give yourself that he’s not in prison anymore, that he’s safe.

“I’m so tired,” he told you, his eyes falling to your hands, where you were gripping each other for fear of reaching out to him again. He was tired of waiting to get the phone call saying his mom was gone. Tired of the nightmares. Tired of feeling afraid in a house that was supposed to be his refuge.

“Sweetheart, you can’t rest when your body still thinks it’s on the run,” you told him gently.

“Then how do I get it to stop?” he asked you, a hint of desperation rising into his throat, causing his words come out more broken and shaky than he meant for them to, and it just made his chest ache more.

You leaned closer, pressing your forehead against his and cupping his cheek, feeling the light stubble on his jaw. "Stay here," you whispered. "In this moment. You and me. Nothing else."

“In this moment,” he echoed, his voice soft and quiet, barely more than a whisper. “You and me, and nothing else.” A hint of a smile spread across his lips, and you pressed a butterfly kiss to the corner before laying your head on his shoulder while he slid his arms around your waist. You don’t move, just eventually shift so you can both lay on the couch, the fire dying out into embers as he finally fell asleep to the rise and fall of your chest.

[all-that-jazz-93]

I love this little moment of Mulcahy discarding an apparently scandalous submission to the suggestion box when no one is looking

[gods-of-kanto]

(You are down to 2 Pokemon. Would you like to E S C A P E?)

[rakiah]

✨Dacing Dolls✨

[arkashas]

Event Horizon (1997)

Hannibal (2013 - 2015)

[fanaticsnail]

Cuddling: Zoro

Birthday Celebration Masterlist

Word Count: 1,600+

Themes: Roronoa Zoro x m!reader, mdni, 18+, smut, NSFW, penetrative sex (Zoro receiving), lazy morning sex, cuddle-fucking, pre-established relationship, love making, feelings, Zoro just wants to be close, saliva mentioned as lubricant.

Notes: I just had a craving for some softness with the man. He needed it.

Nestled against the variety of pillows reinforcing your hammock, a warm arm drew itself over your stomach and tugged you towards the broad slab of muscle behind you. The temperature of his bare skin on your own was overwhelming most of the time.

The green-haired swordsman ran hot, especially after being wrapped in blankets and warmed within their weight for several hours of nightfall. You wriggled gently within his clutches, trying to make yourself comfortable in this new position by extending your knee up to grant you some room to yourself.

“Nmmm-, closer,” Zoro mumbled sluggishly, tugging your body to lay flush with his own again. Expelling a groan from your throat, you put up no fight when he pulled you further within his encumbering embrace.

“Zoro,” you protested verbally, your smile twitching up in the corners, “This is as close as we can physically be. I can feel your heart thundering in my own chest from here.” A small, raspy chuckle rumbled from his throat against the back of your neck.

Both of you were barely awake, feeling the gentle rise and fall of the waves crashing against the hull of the thousand sunny. The sweet gull-song from above felt crafted as your own private symphony alongside the propulsion of the large ship.

Zoro softly drew his lips down to the crown of your head, pressing gentle kisses against each place that found his fancy. A twitch of the morning was found against your ass, causing you to smile as you felt your own rising in your briefs.

“I can get us closer.” Sneaking his hand down over your waist and beneath the elastic, he began softly using his calloused hands against your cock. Beginning at the base, he gently rolled your velvety skin within his palm and fingertips, halting at your sensitive tip, before slowly pumping downwards again.

Rolling your hips in time with his motions, your ass began to grind against his cock. A deep, rumbled groan fled from his throat while he felt his need begin to stain the front of his own briefs with his own precum. You chuckled alongside him, shaking your head before arching your neck back to meet his lips.

Lazy smiles meeting, eyes fluttered closed and both of you began enjoying the feeling of your lover’s hands against your flesh.

Zoro’s arm tucked it's way beneath your neck, finding itself wedged between you and your pillow. You moved your hand beneath his briefs and gently found his cock. Thumbing the slit at the tip of his shaft, you began rolling it in time with the lazy pace Zoro set with your own.

Gasps fled one another’s lips as you continued your barely awake kisses. Zoro and your own hips moved in time to the motions, rising and falling with each roll of the tide. As Zoro’s cock continued to leak of its morning dew, you took some onto the pad of your index finger and slowly drove it down towards his puckered entrance.

Zoro’s brow furrowed as his smile broadened, moving his legs to part to give you more access to his body. Gently tapping at the hole, you gently massaged his balls with your palm before slowly disappearing the tip of your finger into Zoro’s ass.

“That how it is, huh?” he mumbled against your lips, his smile only ever growing as you continued working him open. “Come here.” He nudged your torso, rolling you over in his arms and releasing your cock from his grip.

One arm over your shoulders, the other hooked around the small of your back, he continued mouthing at your lips and gasping as you gently worked his ass open to take you. Your motions were still lazy and slow, every moment drawn out with your embrace being as close as he could possibly make you both.

Removing your finger from his ass, you hooked your thumbs over the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down his large thighs. He rose his knees, rolling them together to kick them off the rest of the distance, leaving him completely bare.

“You next,” he groaned, nudging your thigh with his knee in an indication for you to lose your own briefs. You chuckle at his eagerness, pressing a quick kiss against his lips while hooking your thumbs beneath your own briefs and drawing them down your legs.

Interlacing your thigh within his, your pecs remained flush against his while you began gently grinding your cock against his. Each lazy roll of your hips had Zoro’s groans fleeing from his mouth into yours. Need began pooling in your stomach while you softly rocked your body atop his.

“Want me to suck your cock a bit before-.” Your words were halted by a deeper kiss soldered to your lips like iron to a poker, Zoro simply reaching between you and lining your tip up with his puckered hole.

“Just put it in. I'll be fine.” He attempted to ease your cock in, but you held your hips back and refused to press on.

“Zoro, I'm not going in dry,” you shook your head, moving your lips to his jaw and pressing a soft kiss against his chin. Zoro groaned, gently moving the hand clasped at your waist and used his saliva to pool in the center. Taking ahold of your cock, he pumped your shaft with the added lubrication, causing your breath to hitch and your kiss to morph into a needier bite against his skin.

“This should do it,” he groaned, pressing your tip to his ass once more, “Go on. In. Need to be closer to you.” He eased your cock inside his tight entrance, the ring of muscle expanding while he sucked in a hiss at the intrusion.

Wincing at the tight pinch and stretch of your cock entering his ass, you attempted to soothe him with gentle kisses against his shoulder.

“Should've let me go down on you first, Zoro,” you empathetically reminded him, pressing several slow and soft kisses up against his jaw and cheeks while he took you inside himself. You slowly reached between your bodies, gently rolling his velvety cock within your hands in a bid to put him more at ease and not tense up.

After a moment, his lips parted and he began to huff and pant at the feeling. His cock twitched as he rolled his hips in a bid to fuck himself on your cock, prompting you to softly kiss him lightly against his neck. He swatted your hand away from his cock, reaching down and gripping your ass in his calloused fingers and eagerly tugging your body into him.

“Closer,” he gasped, his voice still clinging to the morning while he shifted his hands back up to hook you into his arms. Your voice crackled and fuzzed out low groans to intertwine with his, just as your thighs were woven in and out of one another's. Zoro's knee bent up and butterflied out to the side while you lazily rocked your hips to lie flush with his.

Chest to chest, stomach to stomach, your lips continued to find his while the morning sun cascaded through the curtains. Your abs rolled Zoro’s cock up and down in time with your languid thrusts. Wrapping your arms around the middle of his chest, you both felt as flush as you could be with one another.

The blankets clung to your ass, only a barely-there, soft movement rocked the two of you. If anyone should enter your shared quarters, they would simply assume your bodies were just moving to the subtle rock and swell of the waves. Your tip brushed with Zoro’s prostate, causing him to whimper a little in your mouth while his lips found yours once more.

Zoro’s hips began rolling softly in time with your thrusts, both of you feeling your need begin to rise and swell in your the pit of your stomach. While your bodies both desperately wanted to give in and buck wildly to use one another to sate the other’s need, the desire to be close with one another took over.

Always gentle, always soft, your motions were as close with one another as you could be while you stole this moment together. As your needs overcame you, there was nothing more than an extra swell and grind of your hips against Zoro’s.

Clutching you ever tighter into himself, he ushered you just that little bit faster by means of his own hips. You got the hint, feeling your release edge ever closer.

Lips never leaving one another's, Zoro groaned softly into your mouth while you picked up your pace, your stomach grinding against his cock the longer you thrust into him. Zoro’s balls sucked up into his stomach, feeling his abs tighten as his thighs shook with reaching the pinicle of his high.

“Mmmgh-,” he muffled against your lips, desperately clutching at you while you continued to hit that deep, spongy point within his body, “Gonna cum-...”

"Cum for me, Zoro," you groaned, stealing his breath and clutching him tighter against you, "Not far behind you."

Nodding while your lips mouthed at his skin, you continued your actions, keeping your pace the same while you felt your own need fizz within your abdomen. With a soft cry out, Zoro’s cock spurted his release between your bodies. He bucked his hips a little with yours, providing friction to his cock while his ass contracted around your own.

With his release causing him to clench his puckered entrance around your shaft, you met him in his bliss with your own. Grunting into his lips, you bucked into him while your desire for the swordsman met its peak.

Slowly rolling and riding through your high, you stilled your motions after you felt the final wave of lust flee from you. Buried within his body, you made to pull away your cock to only feel trapped by his leg pinning your own.

“Just stay like this a minute, would you?” Zoro whispered, pressing his lips to your temple and rubbing soft circles against your back with the pads of his thumbs. “Wanna be close like this. Stay.”

"You and your closeness," you rolled your head to place your chin on his larynx, "Close enough for you?"

"Yeah, this is good." He smiled down at you, his eyes creasing up at the corners.

With a final press of your lips to his chin, bodies still joined with one another, both of you softly whispered out the other’s name with your affection rolling easily off your tongues.

“I love you.”

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🎶 Happy Birthday to Me🎶

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[dailycelebs]

ANNE HATHAWAY attends the 'The Idea of You' world premiere (March 16, 2024)

[bellucci-daily]

Monica Bellucci attends the Opening Ceremony red carpet during the 21st Marrakech International Film Festival on November 29, 2024 in Marrakech, Morocco. 

[notebookmusical]

“In light of everything that’s happened in the past three months alone, here’s some incredibly valid reasons to be pissed off at Taylor Swift, or simply not like her — as someone who loved her, and loved her music. First and foremost, Taylor Swift is personally burning a hole through the ozone with the amount of CO2 she uses. That’s not even the main point of this video; but this is a graph from 2022 of how much CO2 she produced of her 170 private jet flights, versus the average person. She has spent 70 grand on jet fuel alone. Taylor Swift, alone has used 170 tons of CO2 in the past 3 months. The average person only burns like, 16 tons. That’s not even the main part of this video. The main point of the video is the fact that she has not spoken up about Palestine. And the reason that is so fundamentally frustrating is that Taylor Swift has influence. Quote Brittany Broski, when she also didn’t speak up about Palestine — “if you have a platform, and you have people listening, you have to use it.” It’s criminal to not use it, and Taylor Swift uses it. This is from September 2023. Record-breaking registration numbers from one Instagram post. Literally stating, saying “I’ve been so lucky to see so many of you guys at my US shows recently. I’ve heard you raise your voices, and I know how powerful they are. Make sure you’re ready to use them in our elections this year!” They had a 72(%) increase in 18-year-old registrations. When it comes to Palestine, she’s completely silent. And now that it’s somewhat more socially acceptable to attend Pro-Palestine events, she’s been quietly going with Selena Gomez, but I for one, think that your Instagram is perhaps the best asset you have. If not, money. And I’m sure in a couple months, we’ll learn about how Taylor Swift was quietly setting up foundations for pro-Palestine, and that she was always for the cause and she’s always supported them, but all it takes is one fucking Instagram post. Especially when Israel Palestine is fundamentally a war of narratives. It’s whose story do you believe, despite the mounting evidence that proves that Israel has continuously been doing ethnic cleansing and genocide. They are still maintaining this narrative that they are not doing that. And all Taylor Swift has to do is say “hey, 22 thousand deaths in 3 months? The most in any modern war? This doesn’t seem right.” I don’t even want her to be that leftist or radical, but literally just to ask the question to her largely American audience, when US has bypassed Congress twice to sell millions in arms aid to Israel.  Just for her to be like “Should that many kids be dying, perhaps?” The bar is on the floor, but she still refuses to do it. And the reason why Taylor Swift in particular, not because of the influence that she has and not because of the platform that she has, but why her in particular, is because the IDF continues to use her songs. I know it was a public trend, but the fact that so many occupation forces felt comfortable and confident  to make like, dance edits to Taylor Swift’s music. I think it’s so important how an artist’s music is used because when the republicans wanted to use Eminem’s 8 mile track, he was like “absolutely fucking not, I do not give you consent to do that, and I do not associate with your politics. Don’t do that.” I feel like she should know that her music is being used as the anthem of the occupation forces as they go and bomb civilians. Her, and other artists like her, like Beyonce, who showed her film in Israel, and they’re all like dancing and singing, and saying “you’re not going to break my soul”, whilst they continue to bomb the shit out of civilians have said nothing. And I hope, as I’ve demonstrated in the video, for the people who are going to be like “What’s Taylor swift going to do? She’s not a politician.” Be serious. Be serious. She has a fucking chokehold on at least a billion people. She could’ve said and done way more than what she’s done, and also the CO2 levels." (from: this tiktok*)

* i tried to transcribe the tiktok since tiktok wasn't showing the captions for me but if i misheard anything please let me know!

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summertide scales and tales ✨

[ciphillan]

Close enough, welcome back gojou satoru

Omggg twst Jack Skellington hiiiiiii!!!!!

⚠️PLEASE DO NOT REPOST⚠️ [reblogs >>>> likes]

Dark vers bc I like both :3

Pencil + badly coloured/edited in Sai

I don't play TWST for a few months and then this happens. I am screaming crying throwing up. Bishounen Jack Skellington came to my knowledge only a few hours ago (late to announcements as usual) and his design made me fucking mental. I was squirming in my seat watching the Stranger Things finale for the 1st time with my mom, aching to draw him

I've never been a nightmare before christmas fan (I'm a corpse bride girlie) but him??? YANA I AM ON MY KNEES

... I like his lil tooth chips :3

[bird-butch]

can you imagine if instead of the narrative framing dahlia as a manipulative mastermind for.. "dating" her adult tutor when she was 14, it had actually taken that plot point seriously? if she was you know. rightfully recognized as his victim rather than the other way around. if her framing him for her own fake kidnapping was not just because he was an easy target and "oh it's so sad he just genuinely loved her poor guy :(" but because she felt trapped, by him, by her father, by how she's lacked agency in everything that's happened in her life, and that this was the only way out she could think of.

[hoshizoralone]

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