#my fabulous anon

[rakiah]

Based on something else but Hot Take: Overblot!Leovil is just Morticia and Gomez.

Overblots just dropping every pretense/mask they have and just shamelessly doing what they want. In leovil's case, its dropping the tsundereness to be a diabetes level of sweet with each other. No more filters, just bluntly admitting how much they adore each other with nauseating levels of PDA. Lock the overblots in room together and the first thing they'll do when they spot each other is just smile so wide at the sheer happiness of seeing each other.

Their brains going from "stupid Fareena/Neige! How fucking dare-" to "OMG Queen/King!" *heart eyes*

I love that.

I fully embrace this take, let’s make it headcanon instead! This is just so good, thank you so much anon for this! I definitely need to cook more about that now ٩( ᐛ )و

…… I’ve already started in fact.

[inkykeiji]

Vox and electrical play I'm losing my mind

I KNOW he'd zap you when you get too close to cumming, a silent signal for you to stop nnnnnnnhhhjjhhhhh

OKAY YES YES YES holy shit anon this is an absolutely delicious idea and my brain totally short-circuited (lol) when i read it ooooh my gosh

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, electrical play, edging, implied mindbreak, overstimulation words: 428

he likes to use the electricity conducted in his claws—finds it more personal, more intimate that way—and will absolutely use it to edge you. he knows your body so well, has analyzed all of your mannerisms and micro-expressions right down to every twitch and quiver and whine, so he knows how to pull you apart and painstakingly put you back together. he knows that the trembling of your thighs means you’re teetering on the edge of ecstasy; that the scratching of your nails at his wrists, his shoulders, his chest means more, more, more, fuck me harder, faster, rougher; that the rolling of your eyes, whites framed by fluttering lashes, means your brain’s turned to a pleasant buzz of incoherent static.

as such, he knows exactly when to strike.

it’s so sweet to see the way you jolt with each zap—he swears it’s one of his favourite sights, the way your flesh ripples so prettily as the current surges through your veins. he swears he can almost see it, that bolt of teal electricity racing your blood, leaving sizzling sweat beading on your skin. 

it’s so precious, how a little too much will leave you stunned and stupid, body gone rigid for a few seconds before it mollifies beneath his touch again, shimmering cords of drool oozing from your mouth and crystalline tears embellishing your eyes, glittering as they catch on the jagged strikes of cyan lightning cracking around his form.

it’s so cute when you ask him for more even after his relentless assault, your body malleable and aching, fresh burns in the shape of his claws singed into your hips and thighs, your pleads heavy with pleasure and tangled in threads of spit. it makes him feel fucking incredible, invincible, how desperate you are for him, how devoted you are to him, even as he sears your mind to nothing but pretty blue cinders. it’s beautiful; you’re beautiful with him coursing through your body—his electricity crackling in your muscles, his love fizzing in your heart, his cock stuffing your cunt to the brim. 

but what he doesn’t expect is when his warning tases evoke the opposite of the intended effect—instead of halting your orgasm, it accelerates it, the sparks zipping through your veins coalescing in the pit of your tummy and forming one dense, pulsing ball of heat, furling tighter and tighter in on itself until it explodes, your cunt convulsing around him in the cutest spasms, gushing all over his cock. 

and, oh, he just learned some very valuable information. 

author’s note: alsooo i absolutely think vox has the ability to ‘store’ energy in his claws to save it up for more intense shocks, and i think he’s obsessive and methodical with the whole process, even as he’s fucking the life out of you, analyzing which type of shock he wants to use next; something big and stinging? something that’s just going to send tiny zaps of electricity shooting through your veins? which is best for the present situation? it’s all part of the fun to him ♡

[demolitionghosts]

Val velocity anon here to explain. Liking Val makes you racist because he hates everyone, so he hates black people. Point proven.

DID YOU EVEN FUCKING READ THE COMIC? DID YOU READ THE PAGES OR DID YOU JUST LOOK AT THE PRETTY DRAWINGS?? DID YOU CONSUME THE MEDIA OR DID YOU ATARE AT THE PLATE??? Please for the love of god read the comic i will give you a link to a free online version i swear to god you are so wrong it actually hurts.

[blueskiesandstarrynights]

no pressure to answer, but any hatchetfield fic recs?

ooooo I've got a bunch so get ready! I'm gonna split this into multi-chap works and oneshots so you can find what you want

Multi-chapter works

The Hatchetfield Anomaly by @shhimavoidingsleep is so so good. It's a two fic series that's really long and has lots of characters, twists and turns, lore, and so much else. It's really long tho so def keep that in mind before you sit down and read it. It hasn't been updated in over a year, however it's also collectively got almost a million words, so I think it's worth a read regardless.

Into the Black and White by @warriorblood1 is another fave, sort of a post black Friday slow burn fix it, so so good

I'm Going to Live Twice by @wizisbored is based on the premise of infected Paul and Emma being taken by evil!PIEP and studied/experimented on. lots of unethical science stuff and dehumanisation so read the tags but I adore the dynamic with Paul and Emma, so well written

walk around (as if you never cared in the first place) by @marianara-sauce makes me so so happy. It operates under the premise that Max comes back as a ghost, but he can't touch anyone, so he's left just haunting the nerdy prudes. They gave him a redemption that felt natural and well done and they're the only person I trust with Max.

What the darkness does by @fencecollapsed is a very funky fic with a fun premise with Paul as a shadow creature in the Witchwoods, def give it a read.

One shots

Father and Son by @graceschasity is so so so good. I was grinning and kicking my feet the whole time. Such a funky premise executed so well

one hell of an abnormality by snarkywallflower is an excellent look at pete and his grief post npmd with some very nicely done lautski in there as well

but are you fast enough by silent_h is such a funky fic with an interesting premise executed so well, mashing two characters you wouldn't expect in a way that works well

It's hard to know they're out there by basilpaste is another excellent fic about pete's grief where Ms. Holloway gives him an opportunity to say goodbye, very well done

Heya Darlin by @warriorblood1 is a series of unconnected oneshots about holloduke that I love.

[possamble]

AHA thank u i was mostly just. frantically pulling the "no hetero" card bc farcille is super super always endgame for me and the "marcille has two hands" thing is absolutely not for me and my personal characterization of marcille

i like. can't find it anymore for some reason but there was a farcille fic set just after the shuro confrontation where laios reaches over to hold marcille's hand and ask her if she likes him or if she's just tolerating him too and it was so. the vulnerability. the puppyness.

that safety and security he must feel in knowing that she wears her heart on her sleeve and he will always know when she's unhappy with him because she will absolutely let it be known. the way that falin's first revival was the turning point for the way he felt about her because, for the first time in his life, protecting falin wasn't something he had to shoulder alone. there was finally someone else who cared about her as much as he did (in his eyes, resenting his parents for failing to protect her) and would stop at nothing to save her. the way it must have been proof for him that, not only was falin not alone anymore, he wasn't alone anymore.

idk why i like rather than dislike the fact that his only framework for parsing how he feels about "the first girl other than his sister that he's ever cared this much about" is a comphet romantic lens. like he would have the autism moment of fully assuming that he's in love with her for a while and just like. not? doing anything about it? because he doesn't feel the urge to, nor is he sad that he knows marcille would mostly likely never "feel the same way" about him?

like. he "figures out" that he's "in love with marcille" with all the passion of printing out a label and sticking it onto a favourite scrapbook for organizational purposes. he's equally happy to be her husband or brother-in-law so long as it means she stays close and is part of his family.

i know logically i should hate it but it's sooo crunchy to me. my comphet besties ever. designated plus one and dance partner to all fancy and formal occasions. having actual real chemistry but the "romantic" part of it is some weird shapeshifter smokescreen. augh

[inkyajax]

Do thoma and reader ever get naughty without lord ayato knowing? 👀 What would he do if he found out??

yes, they do!!! ayato has given thoma clearance to fool around with reader whenever he or they want to—ayato is gone for such long hours every day, and he knows his poor baby has necessities that must be met, being as clingy and needy as they are (his poor, precious, pathetic little thing <3), and who better to provide those necessities than thoma?

ayato is a jealous and possessive person when it comes to his sweet lil baby, but these emotions do not apply to thoma; not when he places such extensive and extreme trust in thoma, not when he knows thoma’s loyalty to him has no bounds, thoma being more of an extension of ayato at this point than his own separate entity; consolidated, controlled. ayato would prefer that thoma at least give him a heads up when his two favourite people are about to get naughty—or, even better, call him so he can listen, or record it so he can watch later; when he returns home from work and would prefer his baby get their full rest, or when he has a moment or two of solitude to himself between meetings (/murders) and assessments and shippings—but asking for permission isn’t exactly a requirement. ayato knows that these things just happen sometimes, sudden and spontaneous; a spark that transpires before either of them can even comprehend the situation, so stark and severe and suasive that neither has a second to think about anything at all, bodies moving on pure, urgent instinct.

but it’s okay. thoma always gives his boss the rundown of the event in excruciating detail, and ayato is quite adept at using his imagination when the situation calls for it <3

[lovelystarship]

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[picnokinesis]

What are your three favorite family recipes?

Oh man, okay so this has been in my inbox for AGES (I'm so sorry!!) because I was like damn, this is such a cool ask, but honestly I wouldn't say my family has any 'family recipes' so to speak, at least not anything that I'm aware of as something that's been passed down, y'know? I think this is mostly because my mum is a fantastic cook, and generally found/came up with her own recipes rather than doing anything my gran taught her haha. I learnt pretty much everything about how I cook from her, which is what I would describe as 'a vibes-based approach', where rather than precise measurements, she'll say 'oh a bit of that, a bit of this', and also ignore half of what the recipe says and do her own thing. She makes roux sauce without measuring anything and by pouring all the liquid in at once, and just whisking it like a mad thing to get rid of the lumps hahaha

So then, following on from that, I figured actually whilst I don't really have any passed-down family recipes (other than like, my mum's amazing quiche, which I do not know how to make myself rip), I do have recipes that I've made up, based on other recipes! So I'll quickly tell you about those!

Courgette Pesto Pasta Ingredients:

Pasta (I use 50g of penne per person)

1 onion (or half if you're only cooking for one person)

Mushrooms (like. a bunch. follow your heart)

Courgette

Bacon (2 slices per person)

Pesto

Lemon Juice

Butter

So you'll need to chop up everything before hand (or, if you're like me, time it with how long it takes the kettle to boil, but I have a gas kettle that takes 5-10mins to boil, and also screams at me). So: chopped onions, sliced mushrooms, sliced courgette, and cut the bacon into little squares. Then - kettle boils and pasta goes on. By the time you're done with cooking everything, the pasta should be about ready.

Put the courgette in a small pan, and add a lump of butter, some lemon juice and a bit of some of the boiled water left over from the kettle. The aim of the game here is that the water/lemon juice is gonna boil off and leave the butter behind to fry the courgette a little before adding it in with everything else, so only have enough liquid that it doesn't quite cover the top layer of courgette. Then whack that on the heat. Grab a wok, throw some oil in and start frying the onions. After a few, throw in the mushrooms. Then, add the bacon. I personally like my wok-fried food a little seared, so when it's getting crispy, the courgette will hopefully be beginning to fry in the other pan. At this point, I usually tip the courgette AND whatever liquid is left in that pan into the wok, and start frying it all together. By now, it should have been about five or ten minutes, so test the pasta, see if it's cooked. When it's ready, drain the pasta, turn the heat down on the wok and then add the pasta. Then mix in a healthy teaspoonful of pesto for as many people as you're making it for, and that's it!

Potential variations:

So my mum makes this one differently - no lemon juice, no courgette, no pesto. Instead, she cuts up a red bell pepper and adds that into the wok after the bacon, and adds in a ton of Philadelphia cream cheese for the sauce. It tastes incredible haha. I've also made a variation on this where it's the same as my mum's version, but I add in a couple of teaspoons of sun-dried tomato pesto as well, which was glorious. And then the other day I made up a new variation, which takes my version of the recipe as outlined above, but uses grilled vegetable pesto instead of normal pesto - and then, before serving, beat one egg per person in a mug, and pour that into the wok and stir it in throughout. That was AMAZING

Quail Egg Carbonara Ingredients:

Quail eggs (5 per person)

Pasta again

Single cream

Butter

Parmesan cheese (1 hearty tablespoon per person)

Mushrooms

Bacon (again, two slices each)

Okay so you don't have to use quail eggs. However, I get quail eggs for free from work because we have like, six or seven quails HAHAH so we get a ton of eggs and most of my co-workers don't eat them so I make the most of it. This recipe is based on a recipe from a cook book that I have, but the proportions are kinda whack, so I riffed off it, and I use quail eggs because the yolk to egg white ratio works out better, I think? However, you can absolutely try and use a chicken egg - my mum tried this the other day and just used one chicken egg per person, and she said it was fine, just a lot more liquid than my version haha.

Anyway. This one is so simple. Make the sauce first: beat all the eggs together in a large bowl, then add a lump of butter and the single cream (I'm so sorry. It's like - okay, last time I made it, I wanna say I used about 100ml cream to cook for three people, and a healthy sized lump of butter. But it's a vibes based approach. Follow your heart) and then 1 hearty tablespoon of parmesan cheese per person. Yes, it's a lot. That's because this recipe is good for the soul. Anyway - important note, do NOT MIX the ingredients together. Just throw them into the bowl and let it stand. Put the pasta on to cook, and then fry the bacon in a frying pan (oh, the bacon and the mushrooms should be chopped). After the bacon is getting on, add the mushrooms. Again, we love these slightly seared. THEN. When the pasta is cooked - do NOT turn off the heat, but turn it down, and then drain the pasta and return it to the pan. Add the mushrooms, bacon and pan juices into the pan with the pasta, put it back on the low heat, and then pour everything in that bowl into the pan and mix it together. The og recipe was like 'turn the heat off, the heat of the pasta will cook the eggs!!' but I don't trust that lol so I do keep it on the low heat as I stir it for about a minute or so, and then I take it off the heat and serve it immediately. With more parmesan on top, of course.

The other three main things that I cook that are actually pretty decent/interesting come from some recipe books that I have, but they are: Sausage and Bacon Casserole, Chicken in Cider (this one is AMAZING and also so easy but looks very impressive haha), and Pork in Apple Gravy (also amazing, but less simple - you kinda make a roux sauce but use apple juice rather than milk!). I also like a lot of vegetarian food, so my mum and I work together to make a really lovely nut roast from an old recipe book, and also stir fry with cashew nuts fried in soy sauce, and I'm actually hoping to try and make a vegan version of that first recipe with pine nuts and cashews rather than bacon for my vegan friend who makes her own pesto at some point!

Anyway!! Hope the person who originally asked me this sees this lol, and if not I hope it's interesting for other people! I'm always interested in new recipes that don't involve spices because I'm very weak when it comes to heat in food (like......peppery sauces taste spicy to me RIP) so if anyone has any recommendations, send them my way!

[butchcarmy]

he would be so so easy to fluster like one genuine complement and he’d short circuit completely 🧂

also no worries hope you had a gooooood sleep!!!!

LIKE I literally think about calling him pretty so often and yeah he just short circuits. I explored that a bit in my wedding blurb bc it’s so good. I think carmy needs to get complimented more in general!

I think he’d get a really slow and pretty blush on his cheeks and he’d get a bit quiet after you call him pretty. He wants to protest, but he can’t find the words, so he just quietly accepts it while not knowing what to say. All that with a tiny smile on his face.

[toadallytickles]

Random question, but what do you use to make your feet so soft?

So I haven’t addressed this before as it embarrassed me, but I’ve been fighting these pesky calluses on my big toes since I joined Tumblr in 2016. It was earlier this year when I’ve finally banished them!

For the calluses:

I would coat the calluses in a light layer of Dr. Scholl’s Liquid Corn and Callus Remover, and let that dry for 6 minutes.

Then I would lather my feet (mostly the callused areas) with Eucerin foot cream, as it has lactic acid and urea in it. Both help exfoliate and shed dead skin! In the States, AmLactin is recommended!

I would reapply the Eucerin cream at night before bed and sleep with socks on. Within the week, another layer of my calluses would peel right off! (So satisfying!)

Rinse and repeat until calluses are gone!

For soft feet:

I ordered this foot file off of Amazon! Great for removing dead skin, and filing down calluses!

I also use Dove Exfoliating Body Polish (I have the Crushed Almond + Mango Butter one) for exfoliating!

I use Lubriderm Advanced Therapy and Jergens Ultra Care Restoring Argan Moisturizer as my daily lotions! I like to lather my feet with these lotions after a shower and/or after exfoliating!

I like to take baths with epson salts too as the added benefit is softening skin (and great for relaxing muscles, especially if you work out)!

An extra, if I’m lounging at home, I like to throw on a pair of thick socks and wear my slippers so my feet are extra cushioned and stay warm!

[lightofraye]

How are you today? Are you rested, hydrated and fabulous 🤩

Aww! My first anon of the day and you definitely set the bar high for the others! 🥰 I’m so grateful to you!

To answer your question(s), I’m hanging in there! Actually had a really bad week at home and at work, so I was actually happy today was Friday! (My Friday gif was definitely on point, haha!)

Rested,.. I will be. Hydrated, oh hell yeah! I definitely keep myself hydrated. As for being fabulous… well…

Darling, I’m always fabulous.

Thank you, anon!

[inkykeiji]

hi clari!! its cupcake! ohh the prompt idea is soooo much fun!!! could you do something with bmb Dabi and number 22?? i could totally see them being on a walk or something and I think it could be really cute!!

prompt: footbridge series: break my bones warnings: use of the word daddy/referenced daddy kink, toxic relationship, reader is female and quite bratty words: 1.1k

It’s one of those slow, lazy summer days, where time drips by in syrupy drops, thick and viscous and sugary-sweet. 

The sun wanders between fluffy clouds, seeming to sway with the wind, the slight but constant breeze gliding between the willows and the blossoms and the blades of overgrown grass, and everything is languid, everything is lax, everything is nice. 

Which means you are bored. 

Of course. As always. 

“Don’t you dare get on that tree trunk,” Dabi warns from his spot on the ground, hands laced behind his head, eyes staying shut as he speaks. 

“What? How did you—”

“Because I know you, and I can hear your footsteps,” a singular eyelid lifts to fix you with a pointed look, holding your stare for a moment before slipping shut again, Dabi’s head snuggling back into his palms. “I can hear you tiptoeing toward the river. I knew that fallen trunk was going to be trouble the moment we got here.” 

“You’re way too damn perceptive,” you grumble, and he can hear the pout rapidly forming in your voice. 

“Wouldn’t be any good at my job if I wasn’t,” he quips.  

“Why can’t I get on the trunk? I want to cross the river.”

“The river is shallow, take your shoes off and walk across like a normal person.”

“The river is nearly up to my waist.”

A lid lifts again, this time with a raised eyebrow, and he smirks, a sloppy quirk up of a corner of his lips. “So? Your dress is nearly short enough to not get wet anyway. Just hike it up a little more while you walk across and you’ll be fine.” 

“But that isn’t the fun way,” you whine, pout in full force—brows furrowed, forehead crinkled, nose scrunched—with your arms crossed over your chest, and Dabi’s surprised you don’t stomp a foot.

Brat. 

“I don’t care what the fun way is, if you fall and break a bone it’s my fucking head on the chopping block. You are not walking across that damn tree trunk.” 

“Oh yeah? Watch me.” 

Really, he should’ve known, should’ve expected this to happen. His word barely holds any weight at all when it comes to you, and his threats of I’ll tell Daddy! are most often met with blasé Go ahead’s and/or flippant I don’t care’s, despite how serious or severe the transgressions might be, and the punishments that follow.

“If it bothers you so much then just come with me,” you say, as if it’s that simple, that obvious, already starting to pull yourself onto the trunk, using the scraggly roots as steps.

“You really are such a fucking brat,” he’s growling as he kicks his boots off at the edge of the riverbank with more force than strictly necessary. 

“Yeah, yeah,” you’re waving his complaint off with a delicate flick of your wrist, too concentrated on keeping your balance as you teeter on the rotting trunk slapped across the river—a crude imitation of a footbridge—rickety on the balls of your feet.

Dabi doesn’t even bother rolling up his jeans—Tomura really is going to have his fucking balls if you get so much as a goddamn scratch, he’s sure of it—as he trudges into the flowing water, crystal liquid quickly lapping at the charcoal denim, which eagerly sops it up.

“Unbelievable, fucking unbelievable,” he’s muttering to himself as he walks along with you, arms outstretched as a precautionary measure, willing and waiting and ready to catch you if you come tumbling down.

“Shh,” you hiss at him, though there’s a smile on your face. “You’re breaking my concentration.” 

“I’d really like to break something else right now.”

“Cheesy, Dabi,” you glance at him through the corner of your eye, smile spreading. “Very cheesy, but I appreciate it.” 

The wood is slippery; one wrong step and you’ll be twisting an ankle and toppling into the water, the rubber of your shoes having already skidded across the wood twice, each gifting Dabi with a mini heart attack, followed by a string of curses. 

“Why don’t you ever fucking listen to me?” 

The question is sighed out from tattooed lips with his eyes kept steadily on your feet, aiming for exasperated nonchalance, despite the fact that it’s been gnawing at his stomach, his brain, his heart for weeks now. 

“I dunno,” you shrug, and the action nearly causes you to lose your footing, Dabi grasping onto your hand to stable you, automatic and instant, years of training put to good use. 

That’s not good enough, Dabi wants to spit at you, molars grinding the words to a choking dust. 

“I guess it’s because...I like your attention?” you peek at him through your lashes, almost as if you’re scared the answer is going to get you into trouble, features on the verge of a wince. 

And suddenly, everything stops. Rushing water turns to blood in his ears, and spikes of adrenaline surge through his veins, numbing like Novocain, muscles locking, bones freezing.

“You do?” 

It comes out more biting than he means for it to, laced with a caustic skepticism. 

“Of course I do,” you snort out the words, as if it’s abundantly apparent, as if he should know this already, fully looking over at him. “It’s just, uh,” you pause, chewing on the thought, eyes darting back to the trunk. Dabi’s hand squeezes yours just shy of too hard, twice—a silent encouragement, a desperate plea to continue. “You’re fun. Or, well, you can be, depending on the day.”

He’s not like your Daddy; he gives you what you want, he can’t fucking say no. He isn’t like Tomura, immune to your tricks and your charms, your pouts and your puppy-dog eyes. He’s weak. 

A flash of inexplicable anger, sharp and scalding, slices through his chest, charring flesh as it goes. 

But he isn’t given a moment to mediate on it, ears pricking up as rubber skids over bark again, and then you’re plummeting from the trunk and into Dabi’s waiting arms, skillfully and expertly catching you as if it’s second nature to him, as if it’s no feat at all. 

“See?” you huff out the word with a slight breathlessness, a wobbly smile on your face, but your hands are trembling, clasped tightly behind his neck, fingers twisting in the tufts of ink at the nape of his neck. “Everything was fine.”

“Next time,” he begins, words shoved through clenched teeth. “I want you to fucking listen to me.” 

And although he’s glowering at you with stormy eyes and a face twisted with rage, his arms are flexing, cradling you so tightly to his chest that it’s beginning to hurt, so tightly that you’re sure his handprints will streak your skin with broken blood vessels flooding beneath your flesh. 

“Yeah,” you say softly, though there’s a glimmer of mischief in your eyes, a spark that you can’t quite seem to snuff out. “Deal.” 

[mandiemegatron]

What does it feel like being almost six feet tall but still being shorter than your blorbos?

I had to stop for a hot second bc I went "5'10 is not almost 6'.... oh my God, yes it is😭"

Uuuuhhhh it's great actually !!! I've been the tall person my whole life, most of my friends were shorter than me and also my exes, so knowing that pretty much all my f/o's are taller than me is actually really exciting 😂😂

I just want to be held for once, or smooched. I'm always the holder, always the smoocher. Tilt my chin up and call me pretty goddamn it 😭😭😭

[windrunnered]

hiiiiiiii your dnd au was absolutely brilliant!!!!!!!!!! you wrote the characters so so well and your writing in general just has such a nice flow. nothing 2 say except i also love kaladin so i'm happy to see so much love for him here 😌 anyway i hope you're having a great day

DUDE /gender neutral IM SO HAPPY YOU THINK THAT! it was sooo much fun to write and it came out so silly but just so delightful to look back on. i love kaladin so much he is such a special character to me. i hope YOURE having a great day, you made mine with this ask!!!!!!!

[inkyajax]

your blog is literally so pretty omg <33

can’t stop thinking if TA!alhaitham literally fold me and plunge into me while explaining to me everything that i can’t understand cos i’m dumb asf >///<

aw anon!! thank you so much!!! ヾ( ˃ᴗ˂ )◞ • *✰ i’m thinking about changing the beginning layout of my posts a lil just because it feels soooooo long and i’d like to shorten it up/condense it a teeny bit hehe <3

waaaah yes yes yes this is such a yummy daydream!!! honestly i just :(( want haitham to be mean to me!!!!!! with that sinful, silky smirk, always on the verge of growing into a full-grown smile; the one that tugs up and twitches every time i say something so adorably stupid, sugared condescension oozing from his lips in big sticky-smooth dollops as he explains something in easily digestible, simple terms to silly, stupid lil me. the words are dripping from his mouth so slowly it’s almost insulting, telling me that he has to speak to me in a way that is measured and moderate, in a way that is steady and sedated, so my cute, teeny tiny baby brain is afforded ample time to soak up and seep in and swallow down all of his cherished knowledge. 

but if i still just don’t get it, haitham! and it still just doesn’t make any sense, haitham!, i am definitely not opposed to him fucking it into me on and over every single surface in his office or my dorm or his pretty car or the library or wherever the heck we are this time <3

[godnectar]

no I won't leave your mama alone, I shall marry her and become your step dad and be the dad in your life you never had (I'm only saying that because usually people with absent fathers have your taste in men)

wHAT DO YOU EVEN MEAN "MY TASTE IN MEN"??? 💀💀😭😭