#maybe not but GoDDAMn

[egons-twinkie]

genuinely feel like a day or perhaps a night with andrew hozier byrne would cure my every ail and woe in this lifetime

[hinamie]

long way home

[shadowoftheraven15]

you ever see a character and are just like “oh, I cannot wait for them to finally have a breakdown.”

like they take everything that’s thrown at them more or less but you know there’s a breaking point. Where Is It. I Must Know.

[anniilaugh]

”So.. somebody forgot to mention it’s their birthday, huh.” 💚💛

[bitchsleep]

English Teacher (2024) - season one episode one (pilot)

[vanmarkus]

9-1-1 • S4E12 ↳ “Treasure Hunt”

[mediapen]

BITE THE HAND, PART ONE.

↳ CS55 ++ 'how to be a dog' by andrew kane ++ [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x]

[eyes-of-nine]

early hualian dynamic my beloved(there's so much wrong with both of them but it's too early to get into it)

[icantdothistodaybruh]

a little something

[sergle]

When ppl will create a "curvy" girl character and get pretty much the whole body's proportions right, obviously they're putting emphasis on bust/hips but it seems like it's being executed well--- except that they completely, fully, and deliberately, skip the stomach entirely. Just nothin there. Not even a whisper. I'm like. Just sack up, make it make sense and be honest with yourself by making it official and say it's canon that they got a tummy tuck. You cowardly ass, yellow bellied, wet brained, upside-down dog mouthed dirty bitch.

[birdadjacent]

Behrens Building / Peter Behrens / Frankfurt, Germany / 1920-1924

Originally the headquarters of Hoechst AG, a chemical company, the Behrens Building is an example of brick expressionism. After several renovations, as well as bombing damage taken in world war 2, the building was restored to its original design in 2007.

Photo sources: 1, 2, 3

[teal-tealwren]

in the impact we become antimatter

faces :]]]

[serpentface]

This was going to be a panel of a little comic but I got too invested in drawing minute background details so, here.

[puppyguppy]

You've been down this damn aisle way too long. Despite not having actually checked the time, you just know it. You can feel it. You've seen others come and go; grab what they need, like a pillow or some new sheets, then leave. But not you. Since apparently, choosing a new mattress has solidified itself as a life or death sort of situation inside of your head. It shouldn't have been this hard -- wouldn't be this hard, if you hadn't seen the sale going on. They're offering the next size up for the price of the next size down. So, like -- you could get a king, for the price of the queen you'd come here for. You've almost always had a queen, at least since being a teenager. And a queen is fine, a queen is good, just enough space for you to roll around some, pick a cooler side if need be, with a corner or two left open for the pet you might actually own someday. All in all, a queen is perfect, so really, there's no need to upsize. You've never even considered it until now. It just seems kind of stupid to turn down such a deal. More comfort, for less? But then...you'll need new sheets. A new comforter. A new duvet. Hell, might as well just get a whole new set for the whole new mattress, right? And, it doesn't make much sense to put old pillows on a new bed, so -- "They never tell you that beds will be one of your biggest battles in adulthood." You jolt, startled out of your spiraling thoughts by a deep, rich mumble. You hadn't noticed the man you've been sharing the aisle with for...gods, you hope it wasn't long. Long enough for him to piece together the puzzle of your struggle, though. You shake off the little scare with a laugh, the feeling only lingering in the goosebumps down your arms. "It wasn't supposed to be this hard. I came here with a plan, believe it or not." The stranger hums, and while he seems to peruse the options, you take a quick few seconds to, well. Peruse him. Tall, dark, and handsome is the gist. Wavy hair thrown half up his head, like maybe he'd been in a hurry, or working out, or just woken up. A bit unkempt, but not unattractive. Stalky, scruffy, and decked out in all colors almost black despite the season. At least they seem loose, everywhere except for where his hands are shoved into his pockets, straining the fabric slightly, and you can't help but wonder -- "One should always have a Plan B. Even maybe C through Z." You laugh again, because really, this is ridiculous, and you should just grab the goddamn bed you'd come here for. Mattresses shouldn't require complex mathematics, an entire alphabet's worth of backup plans, or the entire length of the human emotional spectrum. "Yeah, yeah," you huff, now a bit embarrassed. You're a grown ass adult and yet you feel like you've just been scolded by a highschool teacher or something. "The sale just caught me off guard. I don't want to regret it if I just settle for a queen and miss the chance. Besides, if I get a king and don't like it, I can always just return it, right?" The man shrugs. "Or you could save yourself the trouble. It's not like your room is big enough for a king." You laugh for a third time, because oh, oh my god, he's right. Here you've been fretting and stressing (and honestly? sweating) over beds, when really, there was never a choice. There was just the illusion of choice. You got excited over a sale, about the possibility of an upgrade, and completely forgot about the very real dimensions of your bedroom. And why you've stuck with a queen. "Fuck, you're so right. I couldn't possibly fit a -" You stop. You stop and blink. Because he is right. The goosebumps from just minutes ago shoot straight down to your toes. You swallow, saliva thickening in your throat like cement. "...How do you know that?"

[iite-cool]

simon the type of menace that fucks you silly with his fingers and his tongue on your clit while you're crying and begging for permission to cum ("c-can i cum, sir?") and the very second he says yes, your toes start curling and your back arches. but just as you're about to go careening off the edge, he pulls away. he kisses away the tears streaming down your heated cheeks as you thrash under him and whispers, "it's may i cum actually."

[fishyizm]

i think theyre funny