#need to be friends asap

[starrynightsxo]

the message in a bottle ref has me in a chokehold be my friend pretty pls

#messageinabottleisunderratedasFUCK

Let me think...UH YES???? I need more mutuals like this so I may fall hopelessly in love with you (platonically)

[kamiraaah]

Meemaw Bucchi should meet meemaw Felmier, both grandsons are in the same sport team, imagine both of them on the stadium with a shirt of them and screaming at the top of their lungs to crush the enemy team!

Oh... Oh God... OH MY GOD......

I need to draw this!!!!!!!!

All I can think about is them fighting/scolding anyone who had the AUDACY to stop them or shout louder than them.

[the-mother-of-lions]

asamine matakara / bucchigiri!? (02)

[teddybeartoji]

Which jjk men are loud af in bed?

SATORU. OH MY GOD HE'S SOOO SO LOUD. he's letting out thee most pornographic moans and whines in the world that you have most definitely gotten some nasty looks from your neighbors before lmao,, but he's just so into it yk? he doesn't understand why he would ever have to hold back on the sounds bc the point of it is literally for the both of you to enjoy it right? and he wants to let you know how good you're making him feel!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and he definitely wants you to do the same too btw,, if you're shy abt he is gonna make it a little task for himself to coax some heavenly moans and whines out of you bc they just make him feel soo so fucking good he could literally cum just from hearing you cry out his name in pleasure!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and i do think that he's also a big talker. he's praising you so much that you feel dizzy just from his words aaaand he's also asking for your praise too. "am i doing good?" "tell me how it feels, baby" "c'mon, i wanna hear you" etc etc he just cannot shut up at all (i love it so much)

SUKUNA IS SO FUCKING LOUD TOO THOUGH. he's also a talker but it's like a fucked up mixture of teasing you and praising you and mocking you,, he just loves to fluster you so much lmao he's can be so mean (affectionate) overall i also think that he's very shameless, him and satoru are very alike in this matter. he doesn't understand why he would ever hold back his groans either - if he feels good, he feels good. if somebody doesn't want to hear that they should just fuck off lmao

his voice gets extra deep and extra raspy when he's fucking you and oh god it's so fucking hot......................... tbh in a way it reminds me of like a low purr,, just imagine him staring down at you, his hand on the back of your head as you're trying to take him down your throat and he's just humming bc fuck your mouth is so warm and you look so pretty like that aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa I NEED TO HEAR THATTTT

but yeah while everybody else is more like whispering when they're talking to you during sex, these two are not holding back anything they're talking in their regular tone aand when they're groaning and moaning it's almost obnoxiously loud but cmon.. we all know that none of us will complain abt that lmao

[whump-queen]

save me pretty boys in chains… save me boys with bruises and bite marks and bandages and bleeding wounds… save me pretty boys tied up begging for mercy…,

[mobius-m-mobius]

#wake up y'all the husbands are husbanding again 🥰🙏

John Simm and Philip Glenister on DNA Journey S05E01

[zeb-z]

I know it’s played as a bit at first, but Chip struggling to wield Destiny’s Blade in Gillion’s absence is so important, because that’s just it, isn’t it. The weight of his destiny is something so great, so heavy of a burden, but there hasn’t really been insight into that until recently, and now both Chip and Jay are getting a look into just how hard it is to carry such a destiny. To raise the sword that Gillion does seemingly with ease.

But despite its weight, Chip keeps it close. He uses it when he’s out of ideas, when he needs options. He holds it tight to summon water, so Pretzel will have something in her bowl. He lifts it up to summon a shield when he needs protecting from a thousand different blades that would otherwise kill him. And there’s something too about how it’s Gillian’s blade, left behind without it’s wielder, protecting his friends despite his absence. How the manifestation of this magic is an imitation of Gillian’s - the shield protecting Chip as a swirling sphere of water, the shape water spell a Gillion classic of course. Even when he’s gone, his influence, what he’s left behind in both possessions and memory, are protecting Jay and Chip.

Maybe there’s something there about how whatever destiny Gillion has felt the weight of, it will always include protecting his friends - his family. Or about how their destinies are now forever intertwined, because Chip is using this Destiny’s Blade to find Gillion and it’s now his burden to bear. And it’s hard, and it hurts, and he feels the weight of his own actions now more than ever - but Jay promises he won’t bear it alone. And even while he’s lost, and unable to protect himself - Gillion still has a hand in protecting them.

[olailamajnoon]

Zatanna had a cold. She had not planned on having a cold. But things have a funny way of working out.

She was sitting next to Batman, in the Javelin. It was fate.

She felt a Big One coming, full of nasal snot and creatures that only lived in nasal snot. So she hid her face behind her hand, and when it was almost there, she...

It wasn't her proudest moment. There were moments that were prouder. She was almost sure of it. But she would have been hard-pressed to enumerate any of them.

She sneezed into Batman's Cape.

Batman turned. His head swiveled towards her like a machine. It was as if time had just stood still. Zatanna shivered.

Then Batman, without a word, took off his cape, and brought it from around himself and wrapped it around Zatanna's shoulders with deliberate considerateness.

"I don't want you to be cold," he explained. His mouth was not as tight as it could have been. The bastard.

Zatanna tried to think of a Good Reason to get rid of the cape. There was a small tic in the corner of Batman's mouth that possibly was an infinitesimal smile of victory.

And Zatanna wondered if, like her, he felt a little warmer. (It wasn't just the stupid cape making her feel warm.)

(She had just stolen his insulation, and he was smiling.)

(Maliciously, but still.)

"I'll go wash this," she said as she stood up. "It's kinda...I don't know where it's been. The kind of places you've been in."

Batman's face was worth filming.

[aloe-plant-yippee]

this was literally sherlock like half way thru the ep, it was so funny john being like put your hands up and sherlock was just “no <3”

[muttsupreme]

LIPSTICK ON ROMAAAAANNNNNNNNN

him w this hair in s1……ROMAAAANNNN!!!!! bring back ur s1 hair and my life is yours..

I’ve written so many drafts previously (um obviously not here but privately) about Roman using your lipstick/lipgloss and most frequently, your chapstick.

It starts with him wanting to smell like you; vanilla lip masks that look way too sticky but he tries a little on his fingertip and rubs it on very lightly after you leave your desk. Shiv’s face scrunches up when she sees him with a glossy lip for the first time since she let him borrow her Polly Pocket makeup kit when they were kids (her mom got it for her before it was even released, and assumed she’d be so excited; she was not).

Shiv will make some snide quip, privately for once.

“Uhh, did you…just come back from Sephora, or…?”

“What?” He immediately goes on high-alert, higher defense, and realizes that it must be glossy, the fucking lip mask bullshit that smells like warm vanilla and cookies and tastes like pure sugar when he stupidly licks his lips without thinking (or maybe to hope, y’know, that your spit is in it, so it’s indirect kissing). “Oh - fuck you, do you want chapped, dry, disgusting lips? Because some of us don’t want to look like ogres, Fiona.”

“Hey, I was just asking,” she says in a higher pitch with a dismissive chuckle. She doesn’t mention it again; she recognized the smell, who that smell usually follows. Roman’s wary of her from then on, for weeks.

Next time, he’s going through your bag that you refuse to unpack, because it’s only a weekend trip and then you’re going somewhere else immediately after. Why unpack when you’re gonna repack the next day?

He sees stuff, tons of stuff. Sniffs sweaters when you turn around. He’s got your blanket pulled out already, draped across the bed and him, laying on his side looking at you as you get ready for bed in the ensuite bathroom, door open so he can continue making fun of your regiment and the things you’ve packed.

From your purse nearby, or your makeup bag, he picks up a lipstick (I imagine Diorelita). It opens with a quiet ‘pop’ that you recognize and turn around to see him looking attentively at the color.

“Think it suits me?”

“Mmh, maybe. Wanna see?” You reply with a grin, watching him get a little shy on you.

“C’mere,” you encourage him, sitting on his lap as he leans against the headboard, your lipstick in hand. “Lemme make you pretty.”

He lets you, and you’re shocked he’s staying so still. When you’re done, you snarkily - but entirely jokingly - say, “Now what do we say?”

“Fuck you? Thank you, for…making me pretty,” and he does, he’s very, very pretty with that color on, and you did very well gliding it on evenly. He leans up to kiss you just as you lean down to kiss him; the lipstick smears onto your lips.

“Roro - your lipstick’s getting on me,” you try to rub it off, unsexily. You don’t really have to be sexy around him, it’s one of your favorite things.

“Um, it’s your lipstick, I’m just…temporarily borrowing it,” he huffs defensively. His heart literally does fucking cartwheels when you call him that stupid, almost maternal nickname. “Just come here - shut the fuck up, stop complaining. I’d lick the lipstick off you if you’d just get a little - closer.”

“Aw, romantic boy,” you coo, kissing him sweetly and feeling his tongue stick out, lapping at your lips, making good on his promise like a little puppy. When you’re almost positive he must be done, you pull away, but he’s not having it.

“Whoa - slow your fucking roll, you’re not going anywhere, you look…you look like a clown, lipstick’s still all over everywhere,” he says, trying to get you to come back instead of going back to the bathroom. You’re pretty sure, not positive but willing to bet, that he’s lying and you have no lipstick left anywhere on your face.

“I’ll come back,” you reassure with a whisper; you hate to leave him alone when he’s being so sweet, with such pretty makeup on. “Aww, pretty baby,” you can’t stop yourself from cooing at the unintentionally pouty look on his face, one he’d be humiliated by if he saw. You give him a chaste peck.

“Jesus, give me a second to brush my teeth and pee and I’ll be back. Promise.”

“Yeah, but then you won’t taste like you, you’ll taste like…mint and tap water,” he complains. There’s no pleasing him, other than you being beside him at all times.

Okay whatever that’s just two of my many one billion ideas of Romulus and his obsession with…….indirectly kissing you, being pretty for you, being close to you, and um, your lips in general. I could and might write another little thought-post about his obsession with your lips and stuff, who knows. I’m feeling romantical (‘roman’ being the main part of the word).

[gunsatthaphan]

😩😭🥺

[queenofbaws]

Hi my fellow icy queen who fell down the silent hill 2 hole again <3, can I get the house ghost tormenting Josh and Sam some more ;3, I was just rereading some old CREEPs prompts and that one in particular is my favourite. Thank you <3, I hope this weekend is good to you!

Admittedly, the 'goodnights' had lasted a liiittle longer than entirely necessary, starting with Sam getting up to slip her shoes on, continuing into Josh remembering just one more story ("Seriously, I promise you're gonna love this one, I swear it'll be quick"), giving way to them standing on the welcome mat laughing about nothing in particular, somehow stretching into -

Yeah, okay, the chain of events maybe wasn't the most important thing, especially not now that she was kissing him like that, her palms warm on his cheeks, her fingers barely brushing the nape of his neck, the rest of her...yeah, uh huh, nope, not important at all.

And to be entirely fair, it wasn't like it happened all that often, him having the apartment to himself, so caution? Thrown to the wind, baby, gone gone gone; he pulled her closer and closer still, letting his hands slide down from the curve of her waist to the back pockets of her jeans, grinning into the kiss when she laughed, and -

The coat rack chilling in the corner decided to chill no longer, its incredibly even legs (he'd know, he'd put the damn thing together) forgetting they were, in fact, even as it suddenly lurched to the side, thwacking him hard in the back before falling altogether, spilling at least half of Chris's impressive hoodie collection as it went.

"Maybe, uh...maybe we should hang out in my dorm next time," Sam said, trying very, very hard to pretend she wasn't laughing as she zipped her coat up the rest of the way, laying her hand on the door in a final goodnight, "my extremely boring, un-haunted, dorm."

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

[kindalonely-ngl]

Sylus's Voice Call: Remote Support

Today I felt like listening to his voice so I re-listen to his old voice calls and I realized I haven't listen to his Remote Support call.

I've said this before that Sylus is the type of person who I will probably love and admire from a safe distance because I am scared(?), intimidated, feel small yet attracted and in awed by his huge and secure presence. Like if I get to befriend him, I will try my best not to show my naturally pessimistic side. I will seek advice, yes, but I wouldn't dare to complain and whine in front of him because I feel like he won't entertain such things and would prefer if we get our shit together and face the problems ahead. Sylus is someone who will push his person to be the better version of themself whether the person is ready to face themself or not. He's a fierce green flag, a kind of friend my mom would pray for me to have, and the person who I should hold on to. But for me and my low self-esteem, Sylus is simply intimidatingly admirable.

... and through this voice call, I could say that I was almost right.

Maybe because I've met some friends and acquintances who have almost similar mentality/personality/presence as Sylus and I remember their firm, "positive" response and optimistic outlook made me feel even smaller, extra pessimistic and weak. And as the call continued, I was hella nervous when MC kept on pointing out how he was acting different than the "usual" Sylus would act (pampering her, calming her down, playing along with her antics etc)

I was like "Girl, just say thank you and ask for a simple advice and support or something. Stop it I'm scared! 😭"

Maybe because I've never been too close to anyone in my life, most of the time I felt like MC is pushing it too far and that makes me feel scared and my social anxiety would just gradually makes its way into my already anxious heart. And I often thought to myself "Is this normal? Is this how people interact these days? Is this what they called a cute banter between people in love? Is this flirting? I'm scared." Especially when replying to the LIs texts, I always find myself feeling nervous, scared to choose between 3 options, as if there are right and wrong answers or the affinity level would drop if I choose the wrong one. Idk what to do with myself so sometimes I would left the texts unread for a few days until I'm ready lmao and that's how I actually am irl too.

Anyways, as my heart started pounding anxiously, waiting for his sharp remarks, I was relieved when he put them in words nicely. I was baffled at myself for expecting him to say mean things to MC lol.

When he said "believe in yourself" so softly I got teary eyes, heartbeat slowed down, I exhaled the breath I didn't realized I've been holding for a while and I just fell in love with him. Again.

And when he said that he would be there for MC anytime haaa such a heart pounding and warming phone call 😩.

I love him and I would love him to be real but at the same time I would be sad if he is real because I know he won't even glance at my negative, pessimistic, low self-esteem ass. Seeing how he loves MC whose personality I can't relate to at all, yeah just stay fictional, my dear Sylus.

In conclusion, I'm scaroused of Sylus.

[ploppityplop]

smiling friend girlies are gonna go CRAZY for these

[sovamurka]

my friend after seeing Ekko disliking tea:

EKKO PREFERS SOMETHING STRONGER THAN TEA - HIS OWN TEARS AND HEXTECH LIQUIDY-LIQUID OF ABSTRACTION

EKKO! YOU'RE A MEMBER OF ZAUNITE COMMUNE, FATHER AND HUSBAND, TURN ON YOUR CONSCIENCE AND RUN FROM THAT SHADY BACHELOR PARTY

[scottishaccentsareawesome]

Buck(to Eddie): Y'know, with that moustache, you kinda look like Satan. Eddie: Oh, so THAT'S why the priest threw holy water on me...