#my bby husband

[piccoloswifers]

[typicalopposite]

Aight so we all headcannon Tommy as having an irrational fear of chickens… but like in his defense… HE WAS ARMED 😂

I want Tommy to be scared of something borderline (at least to most people) silly. Idk like clowns.. or spiders.. something meant to make the audience laugh when they see it.

But then Buck sees it… and Tommy is all red faced and embarrassed because come on! “I’m a big tough firefighter and I just about passed out over a jumping spider… you can laugh at that, Evan. It’s ridiculous,” he says, picking up the lamp he knocked over, as Buck throws a towel over the spilled glass of wine.

“It’s not ridiculous, Tommy… it’s understandable. It doesn’t make you less brave just cause you’re scared of something… look at Bobby, he’s scared of needles! Yeah! Just— just don’t tell him I told you that!”

“I won’t,” Tommy laughs.

“But everyone has their fears and phobias.” Which spirals Buck into a thirty minute tangent about phobias (both rational, and not). “That’s how I found out about a phobia I have; Arachibutyrophobia.” Tommy tilts his head and Buck explains. “It’s the fear of getting peanut butter stuck to the roof of your mouth.”

Tommy bursts into laughter. “Oh yeah, sure…” he says shoving Buck playfully.

“It’s true! I thought I was gonna suffocate every time I ate a PB&J… that’s why I switched to all natural; it’s less tacky.”

Tommy’s tension finally releases and he pulls Buck into his arms… “Thanks, baby…” he says pressing a kiss to Buck’s birthmark— and the scene fades out..

Leaving us all to feel like crap for laughing at Tommy’s high pitched scream while standing on the couch he’d done at the beginning of the scene.. 😂 or something like that

[suchawrathfullamb]

some of the polls make me realize you guys do not get Hannibal. you just don't. you project too much to actually perceive the character as he truly is. you project like crazy on Will and specially Abigail but at least those you get a bit better but Hannibal? damn y'all do not pay attention to my baby

[fleur-bbyy]

cw fem!reader

it was rare to have a lazy morning with bakugo.

mornings were usually cold. waking up alone in the bed that was usually shared. his side neatly made up and empty besides the sweet message written on a post-it and a few flowers picked from your front yard. you never minded having to clean up any stray petals or leaves from the sheets. always just appreciating the kind gesture.

you always relished in mornings like this one. when he didn't have to work or didn't leave early to get a workout in. awakening to the soft sound of rain hitting the window and your legs still entangled with the blond's sleeping next to you. your fingers traced up and down his torso. tracing the scars he'd accumulated from his line of work. his usual scowl was replaced by a soft look of content as he slept. it relaxed you to know that he was getting some well-deserved rest.

you carefully began to untangle your legs from his and the sheets. trying your hardest not to wake him in your efforts to get out of bed. slowly removing the arm that was lazily slung over your body gave you the freedom to finally sit up and stretch. raising your arms up above your head and arching your back, causing the oversized shirt you wore to ride up your legs. you jumped when you felt a hand creep up your thigh.

“sorry to wake you, kats. muscles were gettin’ stiff.”

“you didn’t. y’know I can’t sleep in past eight.” you turned over your shoulder to look at him. taking in the sight of him. the arm that wasn’t caressing your leg was thrown over his forehead to shield his face from the light, but you could still see the peak of one of his carmine eyes looking up at you.

you removed that hand that was rubbing circles on your thigh and hopped up from the bed. stretching your legs as you walked over to the edge of the bed to pick up the shorts you discarded before lying down last night.

“how’d you sleep?”

“like a damn rock.” you giggled and looked up at him after you finished tightening the knot on your shorts. he donned a boyish grin, you knew he had watched you dress yourself. sending him a little wink before turning on your heel to head towards the door.

“where’re you goin’?”

“making you breakfast. never have time to do that unless I start cooking at two in the morning.”

“fuck that. come ‘ere.” you spin around to look at him. crossing your arms as you leaned on the doorframe that lead to the hallway.

“you’re really gonna deny breakfast in bed?”

“‘m not denying nothing. just want my beautiful girl to stay with me. that a crime?” you rolled your eyes at the question. shoulder still planted against the doorframe until he outstretched his arm towards you and curled his fingers in a ‘come hither�� motion.

“ugh. fine, but i’m not staying for long. not making breakfast in the evening.” he didn’t respond, just smiled that dazzling smile as you crawled back into bed. cuddling up against him and once again finding peace in being able enjoy his presence this morning. still listening to the rain softly hit the window above the bed.

“ten more minutes?”

“…yeah, ten more minutes can’t hurt.”

[fistfuloflightning]

Can i request maedhros and maeglin pls pls i miss your art of them 🥹

The waiting was the worst part. The Feanorians were cleaning up stragglers from Doriath, too busy to keep a lookout for Maedhros. Only Maeglin remained planted at the edge of the camp, as he had been for several days now, with only Maglor as sporadic company.

The snow had whipped up, shrouding the skeletal trees of the forest and reducing the men to red-cloaked wraiths. Maeglin continued pacing, and as he turned once more, his eye was caught by movement at the camp’s edge.

Maedhros, emerging from the snow like a ghost. Armor discarded and his cloak wrapped tightly around him. A cry was torn out of Maeglin and he took off running, boots light on the snow. Up close, Maedhros looked haggard and worn, his scars more defined. But there was a spark of life in his grey eyes that Maeglin had never seen.

Maedhros’ cloak squirmed.

Maeglin gaped at the small bundles held tightly to Maedhros’ chest. A glimpse of two silver-gilt heads and disproportionally large ears. Elflings. “You found them?” he breathed, gripping Maedhros’ arm.

And that spark of warmth in his eyes fell on Maeglin. Joy. Victory. Peace.

“I did.”

[nonerrata-myarchives]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box of the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers. <3

(you reblogged my other account)

1: Grayson Davenport Hawthorne.

2: Grayson Davenport Hawthorne when shirtless.

3: The two scenes where Grayson Davenport Hawthorne was on his knees.

4: Grayson Davenport Hawthorne when playing violin.

5: Grayson Davenport Hawthorne with his sword.

[cower-before-power]

Gale has the worst lines when you change to his character- “gone with the weave” “which way to the nearest library” “no gloom, all doom”- like who let this fuckin’ dork out of his tower I want to smooch him so bad.

[spin-the-kin]

[fuckitweebtime]

Rly gonna miss dabi with his skin

[lilaccatholic]

Physically I'm here but mentally I'm clawing the eyes out of everyone who talks crap about their children on the internet and posts them in their most vulnerable moments for clout

[sukugo]

sukuna and gojo use binding vows for sex, taking things like orgasm denials or touch deprivation steps further, where the other is contractually bound to not be able to do certain things, like touch themselves or touch the other etc etc 

one such instance being a vow where gojo has a vibrator up his ass, but he can't touch himself or remove it, until sukuna specifically, pulls it out.  

he keeps the vibe in throughout the day, with sukuna controlling it remotely, even as they both go throughout their separate days.  

gojo goes to have his usual breakfast, and meets yuuji at the dining room, they greet and sit next to each other. yuuji is, as always, energetic and excited to see him 

they make conversation, until gojo gives a jolt and starts twitching and huffing. sukuna has turned the vibrator up all the way. yuuji worries and panics and asks him what's wrong. gojo gives a breathy laugh and reassures him. he motions low and tells yuuji about the vibrator inside him, through sudden jolts and soft whimpers.  

satoru complains about it, and yuuji advices to remove it or go and take care of himself.  

except gojo states that he can’t and yuuji puzzles.  

"it's... a pact—mmh!" 

"a pact???" yuuji's voice rises in volume, but he visibly calms, shoulders dropping into a fond sigh. "sensei, you really are..." that's all he can manage to say. reprimand is useless. gojo likes it, yuuji is well aware, he is enjoying every second of this, even as he complains.  

gojo gives a few odd jolts, undoubtedly an odd pattern of intensity from the vibe, yuuji can guess. sudden irregular ups and downs that are not taken well by the man.  

satoru clicks his tongue. "what is that guy doing?" he actually looks irritated for a moment—a look yuuji doesn’t get to see often—until it’s broken with a sigh and his pleased, calm demeanor returns, mimicking the soft waves of pleasure across his thighs. 

still, yuuji can see his hands crumpled at his sides, undoubtedly wishing to use them.  

that's when satoru perks flares up all of a sudden.  

"actually, yuuji,” he turns to look at him, grinning. “you can help me" he opens his legs and lifts the edges of his kimono, his dick peeking out the fabric. yuuji gulps at the sight. satoru motions to it, giving yuuji a wordless look. yuuji hesitates for a moment, but complies, taking his hand to the cock, and starts stroking. 

satoru crumbles under the touch, immediately breathing out his nose and muffling moans. he leans into yuuji, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, fingers clasped in yuuji's kimono, nuzzling into his hair and whining in his ear.  

satoru's sounds fluctuate in pitch and volume, making it known when his vibe's gotten stronger. yuuji keeps his pace and satoru spills in his hand. he twitches and sighs, soft breaths against yuuji's flushed ear. 

yuuji stares at the cum in his hand.  

"you can wipe it on me,” satoru tells him with a breath that's calmed much too fast. “my clothes are already soiled anyways". and yuuji feels bad for it, but he obeys nonetheless.  

satoru takes a hand to yuuji's chin and turns his face to him and gives him a kiss. short and sweet.  

"as a reward." he smiles at yuuji. the boy surprises but takes it happily, cheeks warm and eyes softened, albeit a bit timidly. a tinge of disappointment colors the edges of his face. 

"you want more?" satoru brings his face to yuuji's again. the vibrations have reached a slight plateau, so his voice is steadier.  

yuuji’s face widens a bit, but he nervously chuckles, pulling back from gojo's face. "no, it's alright," he lies. "i don't want sukuna to kill me" 

but satoru’s already pulling into him, breathing into his lips. "i won't let him <3"

"that's...actually reassuring......" yuuji’s eyes flutter shut as satoru's lips meet his again.  

and with that, they're kissing and slowly the vibrations and gojo’s twitching start again. satoru moves atop yuuji's lap to straddle him, and while they kiss, yuuji takes his hand between them and jerks him off again. satoru moans and gasps into his mouth, each jolt mirroring the pulses against his prostate.  

they separate for gojo to bury his face in yuuji's shoulders, arms hugging his neck. he humps into yuuji's hand until he comes against him again. 

he pants and huffs atop the boy, catching his breath. yuuji's gentle arms hold him, fingers rubbing slow circles at his back.  

satoru's breathing calms against yuuji’s neck. 

"yuuji, u're such a good boy."  

yuuji's heart and dick swell. 

[sillylittledudestuff]

the levels of flusterness — nerdy wizard edition

[sunflowerrex]

Cracked out sketchbook things

Ashamed to announce: I am back on my bullshit

I shall post the finished piece bc it’s gonna be fucken FUNNY

Update: I love my sketchbook shenanigans

[kennywhoremega]

Look at this little goofball slut I fucking love him so much 😍🥰 I'm so on my knees for him 🧎‍♀️

[chobunz]

i actually need him so bad like y’all don’t understand 😔

[moodyvoid]

Twice in a tight af crop top stretched across his muscles that says “baby girl” while he mows the lawn.