#need him so bad holy shit

[buckythinker]

if i speak…

[klintoris]

Keep going im close….

[dizzybizz]

KILLIAN TIDESLAYER 🗡🌊💥💥💥💥💥

[devilandacat]

can we talk about the fact that folio gives off being the kinda man to wink? like all the time??

you look in this direction? he's winking. you give him something he simply asked for? he's winking with a "thanks, baby". he catches a glimpse of you staring at him off to the side of the stage at a show?? he's winking, with the most deliciously yummy smirk you've ever seen.

[sasstrid-and-dorkcup]

Having confirmation that Ezran is going to totally snap in s7 when he sees Runaan has me rubbing my hands together menacingly in excitement for the potential broyals drama that will come with all of that

Like we've all been saying for months now that Callum will be torn between Rayla and facing justice for Harrows death but now that we're all the more closer to that giant broyals fallout I'm getting so so so excited

[brucie-baby]

imagine you have such intense control issues that you plan for every scenario you possibly can in order to prevent feeling as helpless as you did at eight years old. imagine feeling like you need to create backup plans upon backup plans regarding both friend and foe alike because you can never be sure what the future will hold but you need to be prepared for it (not for your sake, but for theirs, and for the world's. you will not let them hurt people that do not deserve it. you will not let them experience that guilt, that grief. you will not let anybody else become that child staring at his parents' unblinking eyes).

imagine coming up with a plan that sits at the back of your mind in which you completely rewire someone's brain as a last resort, only to be used on the worst of the worst because you would never take away someone's autonomy unless you felt it absolutely necessary (you hope it will never be necessary because you believe in second third fourth chances. you believe that everybody can change for the better. you need to believe that everybody can change for the better. you hope it will never be necessary because to change someone so drastically is to kill who they once were).

imagine your mind is taken over by the worst version of yourself. imagine believing that you are in control of your every action but knowing that you are different somehow. imagine being convinced by the voice in your head that you are doing the right thing; that this will save him; that you can stop him from dying an awful, tragic death once again. imagine finally waking up, finally being free, and finding that not only had you brainwashed yourself, but you had brainwashed your son. that you had taken that lastresort-worstoftheworst-pleaseneverdothis plan and used it on your child, someone that you love more than you thought yourself capable.

imagine that all you wanted was to protect yourself and the ones you love and yet somehow you have made things worse than they have ever been.

you wanted control over the unpredictable. it was a flawed plan from the start. where do you go from here?

[hplonesomeart]

Hehe this man is broken and severely emotionally distressed. Silly lovable guy but given self esteem issues because of the crushing weight of perfectionism. Not so funny if you think about it too long. But at least on the upside he cries pretty :))

No but seriously for all those who relate to Mr. Puzzles just want you to know your accomplishments alone do not define your value and worth as a person. Even when you’re a messy work in progress, you are loved and appreciated more than you may recognize. Thank you for being here. Don’t get me wrong it’s good to be idealistic and set goals, but don’t undermine yourself if you don’t get that perfect score….or if you start to fall behind compared to everyone else. Everyone goes through those moments of doubt or perceived failure. We need to fail every once in a while. And that’s okay

…a-anyways funny goofy dramatic TV guy we love him so much so silly so slay he lives in my head rent free yipeee. This animation is dedicated to him because if anyone in the cast deserved a feature length film it was definitely him, and he sure took up the spotlight in Puzzlevison and absolutely owned it. I’m excited for his future endeavors ✨

[lloydfrontera]

my biggest gripe with the manhwa rn is that they made javier more of an asshole than he is in the novel and then took away most of the scenes where we see him being kind and soft with others.

javier can be an ass, he is a brat and he's especially annoying when he's with lloyd, but above anything else he is kind and loyal and selfless and good. i cannot emphasize enough how good javier is. he's the kind of person who cannot see someone in trouble or danger and do nothing about it. he's the kind of person who would sacrifice his life for total strangers and no hope of any reward. he's the kind of person who can't even enjoy a lavish party without feeling guilty because he'd much rather help people in need with that money.

he's so fucking good, lloyd is a little annoyed by it because he keeps getting dragged into life-threatening situations because javier just won't stop helping people they don't even know. mind you, lloyd is also endeared by this and would not want him to change but god can it be frustrating in his endeavor to keep them both alive.

there's this particular scene that i just. i'm so sad it was cut. where javier is helping around the refugee camp, going without sleeping and eating so he can focus on helping as many people as possible and then he spots a little kid that got lost on his way back. so he decides to help him.

and he's so gentle with this kid.

Javier walked over to the kid and called him. The flustered boy looked up. Javier strove to put on a warm smile on his face. "Are you lost?" “...” The boy nodded, his eyes all wet. Javier carefully stroked the boy's head. "I think I can help you with that. Why don't you let me help find your tent?" suggested Javier. “...” The boy nodded again. "But why didn't you eat the food? It's going to get cold. Are you not hungry?" "I am… hungry," the boy finally said. But what he said next caught Javier by surprise. "But I won't eat it," said the boy. "Why not?" "My mother is hungrier." "Is that so?" "Yes." “...” Javier wondered why this kid came out to take the food when he had a mother. There must be a reason, he thought to himself. He held out his hand. "I will hold the tray for you." "..." "I won't spill it. I promise." "Okay..." Javier took the tray and wrapped the boy’s hand with his own.

like. god. javier is not a naturally warm person. he's very reserved and stoic and sometimes outright cold, but he still tries so hard with this kid. because he knows what it's like to be him. he knows what it's like to be a child and be scared and hungry and without a home. and he remembers how much it meant for a kind adult to reach out a hand to him and help. and he wants to be that to others too.

everything he does, he does because he genuinely believes it's the right thing to do and therefore his obligation. and even when it doesn't come naturally to him, like being warm and gentle to a child, he still tries his best to do so.

and like that wasn't enough, when they finally find the kid's mom, javier finds out she's blind. recently blinded actually. that she used all her strength to get her child to safety and now she has to depend on him to take care of them because she can't do it anymore. her blouse is smudged with porridge.

so javier kneels down and explains who he is, why he's there and that he wants to help. he lifts up a spoonful of food and slowly and carefully starts to feed her himself. she's a complete stranger and javier doesn't hesitate one second to do this for her.

this is who javier is!! this is who he is at his core!! he's kind and he's selfless and he's above all else good!!

if your audience can't imagine javier comforting a child, then you failed your audience. you missed the point of his character.

[cherib3lla]

My pussy literally has their names written all over it!

[ravenpureforever]

So guess who finally watched JJK

[vallyghosts]

I WHEN !!!! THE !!!! HE !!! SO !!!!!!!! JUST !!!!!! LIKE !!!!! AHHHHHH !!!!! HELLO !!!!!!

[skyphloxx]

ok so um. here is a scenario ive had in the drafts for literally over a month and forgot to post. maybe with a second part idk?

i've been thinking way too damn much about clegan and johns dog coded ass and his feelings around body markings. like, hickeys and bites and bruises etc. bear with me this post got really long lmfao.

fuckin. ok. so in a scenario where john and gale are fucking on the side pretty early on after their arrival at thorpe abbots.

everyone knows bucky is a slut, right? bucky can show up with hickeys and bites and red marks and nobody will question it. he might get jeers or crooked grins, they’ll laugh and say he must’ve slept with every girl on base and half the women in london by now, but it’s expected.

buck, though? everyone knows buck’s got a girl. and maybe he wouldn’t be the first guy to say as much and then fold after months of being away from home. but everybody who knows him knows that buck cleven isn’t like that. and anyway, it would be a little odd considering how consistently he turns down any woman who makes a pass.

you see where i'm going here right.

gale can bite the fuck out of john and leave him with bruises purpling from his neck all the way down to his thighs. when they’re alone together it’s the only time he gets to loosen that iron grip he has on himself, be anything less than carefully composed and controlled. outside gale is the fearless leader, who will sometimes joke and rib but has no vices, no faults. with john he is a hungry, wanting thing, all hands and mouth and teeth.

bucky loves it at first. being desired so much kinda drives him wild, knowing that gale wants him so bad, that there’s so much heat simmering under that cool surface. but there’s also something about the act of leaving marks on him that feels like gale’s staking a claim. that bucky allowing himself to be bitten is showing allegiance, or acquiescence, or maybe ownership. something of gale is left there, written across his skin, even if nobody else knows it. the marks say that gale can do what he wants with john’s body, that john is his. he’s painted his name across john’s neck and chest.

bucky doesn’t object to this feeling. like, at all. on its own, that part is amazing. the problem is he can’t do it back to gale. buck is so paranoid about being found out, and the communal living of the barracks adds extra complications. and john understands his fears, of course he does, he knows damn well what happens to men who get blue tickets, and he’ll respect anything that’ll help buck feel safer about what they’ve been doing. he’s pretty sure he’d do anything to keep buck coming back, he needs him that badly.

he fucking hates that he has to be so careful. he wants nothing more than to give it right back to buck, to bite the same kind of lurid purple bruises across his skin. he thinks all too often of how buck would react, his shiver at the scrape of john's teeth on sensitive skin and the low breathy noises he'd make. hates that he can't have that. but mostly he hates how he can't stake any claim over gale he way he feels that gale has over him. if buck can do what he wants with john's body, if his bites mean that john is his, then the inverse must also be true: bucky can't do the same, and gale is not his. he has no claim to stake.

which makes sense, really. as far as claims go, someone's already beat him to gale. that's the whole reason the no-markings rule was established.*

it ends up serving as a little reminder to bucky: that the arrangement he and gale have worked out to keep each other sane during all this? it's temporary. when the war ends buck will be going back to build a home and share a bed with someone, and that someone won't be john. he can't forget that however much gale seems to want him in the moment, he's committed elsewhere. john is a way for him to distract himself from everything else going on around them. he thinks sometimes gale does it as much to distract john as himself. taking pity on him or something. he knows buck still loves marge more than anything. he uses her letters like a lifeline, sniffs her perfume off the paper like it might send him back to her if he works hard enough at it.

someone with a better sense of self-preservation than bucky might try to break it off, disengage, try to soften the blow when it inevitably comes, but.

the marks also remind him that he is gale's. has been. is. will be. for as long as gale will have him. bucky needs him in a way that he doesn't bother to deny to himself anymore. his chest feels heavy with it when they’re together. he knows they're on borrowed time, but that just means john's going to borrow as much of it as he can. avoiding leaving bruises or not using his teeth is nothing, really, he would do so much less (or so much more) if gale asked him, any number of humiliating, desperate things to keep gale wanting to touch him, fuck him. it's fucking pathetic, how much he needs that. john's own stupid hurt feelings are nothing, compared to how much he'd endure for it.

so of course he never brings this whole dilemma up to buck as something that bothers him. he would not dare risk throwing a wrench in their arrangement, which is perfectly functional as it is. they've made it this far via mostly unspoken agreements, mutual willingness to not talk about it more than they need to. john will not even entertain the possibility of breaking that or scaring gale off or somehow ruining what they have. he is already so well versed at suffering in silence, and really this trade off isn't bad. he used to fucking dream of this, the taste of gale's mouth or the feel of their skin pressed together. he can stand being reminded it's temporary. he can stand knowing he's pathetic.

(bucky is a lying liar to himself. he is full of resentment and frustration. he will pretend he's not full of resentment about this for as long as it's physically possible to. gale knows something is up with him but won't say anything too specific about it for the same reason john won't - they don't talk about it if they can avoid it. that's the whole point of unspoken agreements.)

*bucky has not considered that gale would be similarly paranoid even if he was not openly in a relationship and loyal to it (loyal in heavy air quotes lmfao) if not even worse, just because gale cleven is a high-strung freak underneath all the calm collected shit.

[chvnnie]

i am quite literally in tears

[moe-broey]

GOD I would HATE to be stuck at a family dinner with them 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I would NOT fucking survive, the vibes alone would do 1000 points poison damage to me 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Also JUST. JUST.

THE VIBES. ARE RANCID. SHARENA DARLING YOU DESERVE SO MUCH BETTER THAN THIS (ALFPNSE TOO BUT DEAR LORD. Sharena LITERALLY was just told to Don't Speak Unless Spoken To RANCID. RANCID FUCKING FAMILY)

[devilandacat]

The Things You Do To Me

warnings: 18+ mdni, smut

word count: 821

i cannot stop thinking about jesse.. it's so bad.. ALSO!! i need more jesse shit in my life so here's this

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:··:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·

You and Jesse had been apart for a few weeks. Touring along with his band had taken a lot of his priorities, causing you to be stuck at home alone. You would often plan accordingly with his tour dates in order to go visit him, but with where this part of the tour was taking place it just wasn't possible. 

He had finally made it to the shared home his bandmates had found to stay while they were away and placed his bags down in the room he chose. He was exhausted from today's shows, so after his shower he shot you a quick "I miss you" text, and plopped himself on the bed. His screen lit up with a mirrored response before it began to ring.

He picked it up and was greeted with that voice he missed oh so much, that voice that immediately made all the stress of his day wash away. You began to explain all the shit that's happened throughout your time spent alone, when he happened to glance at the bottom of his screen, where it briefly showed the sweatshirt you were in. It just so happened to be one of his that you slipped onto your side of the closet a week prior to him leaving.

Something about the way you looked tonight had him missing you more than usual, especially after an accidental pan down to reveal the sweatshirt was in fact all you were wearing. He became restless as his mind began to fill with thoughts of what the rest of you looked like. There was a silent, sharp exhale that whispered out of him as he tried shifting positions to keep himself in check, but it was no use as he found himself palming the bulge that had been forming just below his briefs.

After hours of being occupied with the rambling of your day, you hadn't seemed to take notice of his desperate attempts to keep cool, so the minute he found the opportunity to explain he was “just tired from work”, you shared your goodnights and hung up the phone. 

He clicked it off and tossed it to the side of his bed while the view of you in nothing but his sweatshirt danced through his mind, as he carelessly dragged his hand down until it reached the waistband of his boxers. It only required a slight tug before his dick popped out with a slight slap on his stomach. 

He leisurely wrapped his hand around it while concurrently swiping up the bead of precum that had started to leak down the side with his thumb and rubbing it around the tip. A grunt began to rumble erupt from his throat as he started to slowly pump his hand along the length, before picking up speed, causing his eyes to shut.

The dark behind his lids soon formed into the shape of your body before leaving him to the sight of your bare bottom half to race through his head. He was so lost in thought that the ding of his phone had him jolt a little, and with a low grumble of annoyance he turned and picked it up.

With one quick glance, he immediately recognized the name as yours and fumbled with his passcode. He stared at the screen, his mouth slightly parting as he began to stroke his cock at a more vigorous pace. You had sent him a photo of yourself, and it wasn't just the fact that you were in it, it was the fact that you were positioned in a way to let him see your bottom half once again, just this time with nothing on. 

He bit his lip hard as he tried to silence the sounds that so desperately tried growling their way out, while his phone soon rested on his hip allowing him to simultaneously view you and himself. 

The way your legs were pressed together showed just how perfectly your body curved around its structure, and he could only imagine just how good you would feel around him.

He felt himself get painfully closer to finishing as he rubbed deliciously fast, filling the room with low grunts and sticky clicks.

Phone still being held in a tight grip, it took just a few more pumps until his mind went blank as he threw his head back, long curls sticking to his neck. After mere seconds, he felt a hot liquid begin to slide down his hand and seep beneath his fingers as he slowed his strokes.

He steadied his breaths as he lifted his phone back up to his face, soaking in the photo of you that was still displayed across his screen, before opening his camera and situating it so he could get a full capture of the mess he just made.

He sent it accompanied with a text that simply read "the things you do to me".

[andromedarapture]

Super High Quality Screenshot of Sebastian taken on my PC :)