#need this shirt bad

[poppy-metal]

got this on my for you page and thought about you

CAT ART AND DOG PATRICK THEY GET IT

[paradiserotting]

[onlypans-dot-com]

wilson and house, respectively

[saragrosie]

Sketching while streaming s5...

Jonathan Sims I will learn to draw you (this is my doing. I could draw him however I want and I choose to stick with an image of him in my brain that is difficult for me to draw. Masochism.)

Not s5 Mahtins below I enjoyed drawing cuz hes neat:

(Edit: I yassified Martin in the do not separate cuz I wanted his hair fluffier)

[abbysslvt]

blue shirt arthur, you will forever be famous

[heeleryuta]

i'm a collision girl 🏳️‍⚧️

[seiwas]

cw: suggestive, just iwaizumi being hot in a muscle tee, use of 'baby', sweat, unedited sawry (this is my pure carnal desire for this man)

iwaizumi hasn’t worn a muscle tee in years—

it hangs off him like a singular piece of cloth, haphazardly cut to show off as much skin as possible. slutty, the way mattsun and makki had intended for it to look when they gifted it to him in his third year of college.

which, to be fair, maybe he was one—a slut, that is. whoring himself out completely with those ‘subtle’, ‘lowkey’ thirst trap instagram stories on his fitness account. the way his skin flushed a darker peach after your joint gym days was always borderline inappropriate, the strands of his hair sticking up in what you could easily mistake as sweat-matted sex hair.

iwaizumi’s muscle tee days are well associated with him being the image of absolute sin.

but it was all for you anyway: the instagram stories he set on ‘close friends’ only, the hours he kept free so he could align his gym schedule to yours—

“oh! that’s perfect!” you beam at him, your smile completely unaware.

“yeah. it all worked out…” he casually brushes it off.

—it was oikawa's idea in the first place.

"you have to sell yourself better iwa-chan," the brunet whines over the phone.

and so he did; followed every embarrassing idea oikawa came up with, posed and posted in ways extremely un-iwaizumi, and stocked up on muscle tees. a lot of them. only for him to be called—

"simp," oikawa snorts on the call. iwaizumi groans, rolling his eyes.

—"baby," you stop dead in your tracks, your breath on hold.

yeah, he thinks, it was all worth it because this is what you call him now.

"is that—?" you inch closer, mouth falling slightly open. he thinks there are stars in your eyes as you ask, "are you wearing—?"

oh.

iwaizumi looks down at the muscle tee hanging off his body and feels a little bit exposed. he just came from the gym and he hasn't worn a muscle tee in years, his collection of them having dwindled over time. the only reason he kept this one is because of its sentimental value, and the fact that it came from makki and mattsun.

compression shirts are his thing now, which you approve of very much, but you're both in the middle of moving, and some of his clothes are still in boxes.

you approach him slowly, "is this a comeback?" the smirk on your face grows when you reach him, your hands fiddling with the fabric.

this is the same muscle tee he was wearing the first time you told him you loved him.

he moves away before you can come any closer.

"sweaty," he scrunches his nose as he takes your hands into his, kissing your fingertips.

you scoff, pressing yourself right into his chest, "even better."

your hands cling to his sides, slipping underneath the damp cotton of his muscle tee as you rake your fingers down planes of taut muscle. he shivers, breath hitching as the heat travels up his body, flushing the sides of his neck deep peach.

you peer up at him and grin, placing small pecks at the areas of his collarbone that peek through.

fucking—

his hands grip your waist, keeping you in place as he tilts his head low, lips grazing just the tip of your ear.

"don't tease," he warns, voice low and hoarse, but his hands show no signs of moving away.

notes: i would like to thank @pastelle-rabbit for asking me the hardest question of all time, otherwise this little blurb wouldn't exist

[seenfull]

"I'm just messing around, it's not like I'm into this or anything..."

[uldren-sov]

the reality (not the expectation) of what it's like sleeping with Seven Lawless. - Camy Rose ~dated five years ago~

Comm'd the amazing and talented @aevari tysm bestie!! Of yet another meme of my OC Camy and @infamous-if 's most divisive clingy sleeper Seven Lawless

Blank version under the cut!

[fandomcentralsstuff]

The bed? soaked.

The room? stinks.

We produce enough heat to rip another hole in the ozone layer.

Until the fabric of space and time shakes.

Until my pussy has been devoured and murdered and the fbi is called to investigate

[tonymarias]

steve o for mtv cribs (2002)

[itwoodbeprefect]

i was today years old when i realized that the orange blobs on this shirt pat wears for a good part of episode 6...

... are flowers (and rocks)...

... and not, as i fully believed, many tiny flying pomeranians. for your convenience i've prepared a visual to argue the validity of my interpretation

corporate needs you to find the difference.png

[yuwuta]

tennis/fencing player yuuta what if i kms he wouldnt be getting any practice done if i was around

so real…. whenever tennis is involved, it has his attention, almost completely undivided. so even though you’re flirting with him, and keep pretending to flip your skirt up, and keep pouting, the only thing on his mind on the court is helping you LOLLL he’s in coach mode fr and it’s cute because even when you’re whining, “yuutaaaaa it’s hard when they’re coming this fast! why don’t you come show me again how you do it,” in such an obvious attempt to get him close to you, but yuuta just shakes his head from across the court and tells you, “i’m sorry, i’ll go easier. you can do it, honey, i believe in you.” he’s so genuine—you’re trying to get in his pants, and here he is putting his full faith in you :((

it doesn’t stop you, though. momentarily, maybe, he tugs on your heart strings, so put some actual effort into practicing, but there’s always a tipping point when the court is littered with loose tennis balls, and you’re frustrated because this is way harder than it looks and because yuuta looks way too good in his practice clothes, and it doesn’t help that he finds any excuse to praise you, no matter how small your progress might be, and now it’s getting hotter outside and he’s sweating a little bit and you need this to be over now, but yuuta’s already going on about whatever exercise you two can try next. you need to take matters into your own hands, because clearly your flirting isn’t getting you what you want from this far, so you sigh, and skip your way over to half-court, reach over the net, and pull him by his collar for a kiss.

you can literally hear him squeak and then get himself together, put a hand on your waist and kiss you back. he’s red in the face now, and it’s not from practice, and you always find it endearing that no matter how long you’ve been together, yuuta hardly ever seems to know when you’re coming on to him; and when you he does get it, he’s still as flustered as when you first met. you find his blush so cute, you have to kiss him again, and again, and again until he’s pulling back, and stuttering, “okay, okay—we just, let me pick up the balls real quick—” to which you groan and grab him by the collar again, arching your foot to step on a rolling ball, squishing it with more force than necessary, and warning him, “that will be you if we don’t go now,” which makes him squeak in a completely different way, nervously nodding his head, “r-right, yeah, okay—i’m sorry, come on let’s—” he pauses to jumping over the net to your side, bends down to secure one arm under your knees and lift you up bridal style, “we can clean up later.” 

[solargeist]

OMG I JUST NOW REALISED IN YOUR POST "Dad dancing"

XELQUA USING THE MUMBO FOR MAYOR SHIIIIRT AGH

*Family Guy dead pose.*

yeah !! Xelqua occasionally wears Grian's clothes, they're big on him tho of course

[arinmoss]

Wyll Ravengard wip :3

[fizzytoo]

amaya stopped by dali's to fix her sink (show off) and to meet her new cat, frankenstein <3

dali by @beebeesiims