#needed me something more wholesome

[glamgoths]

tfw ur wife dies and you cope by messing with your producer that yells at you 24/7

[n3ongold3n]

Day 5 - Kiss Kiss 😘 There. Fixed it.

[kyuumon]

Food

[lemon-wedges]

...

[torgawl]

i'm too mentally unwell for this (people shoving ragbros angst in my face at 10 am)

[ngmn2002]

Ok... so... …Making this thing to clarify a little something...

It seems I've gotten an ask, wondering if I'm a TsuNene shipper, but for some reason... Tumblr doesn't want to let me answer it... so I will state how I feel about them in here.

I have to say... I think it's a bit justifiable for me to be mistaken to ship TsuNene easily, because I'm talking about them a lot lately. Haha, thing is... they are on my mind, and the manga is spotting the light on them lately... so... it's hard for me not to talk about them.

As for the ship itself, I don't ship them. In my opinion, it's really not needed for the relationship between a 2 to be romantic for me to like or enjoy it. I find Tsukasa and Nene to share a friendly relationship. Like besties? If I were to make things extreme, I will see them sharing a brother/sister like relationship. I can't view them in a 'romantic light'... their relationship doesn't sound like that to me. And, as I said before, not seeing them in a romantic light doesn't make them less enjoyable or likeable to me. On the contrary, I enjoy their platonic relationship so much. They share a really fun and interesting dynamic. Really amazing and fantastic to dive into!

2 little cuties sharing too much in common, playing and fooling around together. What's not to like about that? ♡

[anthromimicry]

oh, but imagining the potential for warmth and also perhaps some humor in the scenario that misao decides she wants to try to cook something for someone she loves while they're over is currently making my heart happy. like i'm not going to lie — misao has honestly not cooked a day in her life since she just simply never had the need to, being a jorōgumo and all, but she would want to at least try to show she cares for them by attempting to cook their favorite dish or something whenever they're over at her home. and this would still apply to her even if she ended up completely failing at it at first because one of misao's love languages is acts of service. thus, of course she would want to provide them with something as integral as food. but GAHHH, picturing it from misao's loved ones perspective is also equally as sweet to me, because them guiding her on what to do while reassuring her that it's okay? and them eventually just deciding to cook together because misao may or may not get overwhelmed by the fact that she has such little knowledge about what to do because she wants everything to be perfect is... idk. it can be either incredibly romantic, or make for a very wholesome platonic moment between her and another character, which i LOVE

[themooninfrunami]

Crowley is so sza mitski laufey faye webster hozier coded

[todayisafridaynight]

i went on a walk and came back 60% more evil

[fourspiceblend]

You know how there are a bunch of people who are like “Well, I’m miserable so I think everyone else should be miserable too.” Sometimes it feels there are people who are like that but with characters and media from their childhood.

That or just they’re somehow convinced “dark” means “deep”.

Yep. Jaded adults will look at idealistic children's media and go "that's bad, needs more cynicism and darkness" and I just ??? Dude. Sometimes escapist media is just that, especially in the fantasy genre! People need to stop and think that sometimes media isn't personally for them and instead look for things that ARE aimed at their personal taste rather than trying to change or "fix" something that doesn't need fixing.

[mechawolfie]

finding a neat looking sdv expansion mod only to see the new npcs it adds r just more white ppl

[oddgutsnet]

😐 .

[excelsior9173]

so a few weeks ago i went to a house party at my buddy’s place. saw a lotta friends, had a great time. drank way too much and was probably the most blackout drunk i’ve ever been (always check your drink % folks!) like, i don’t remember leaving the party or going home or anything. i only remember hitting on my sister’s gf and eating chicken nuggets (yeah, i’m classy like that 😎)

anyways! today i found out that after i got home from said party, i somehow managed to send a photo of a supper i made over a month ago to the group chat with said friends, and i heart reacted to it 😂

apparently shitfaced exie likes to share their cooking exploits??? i was in truly fine form oh my god i can’t stop laughing

[velvetcrimsonkisses]

Nanami wants you to ride his face...

It was no secret that Nanami read books. Any kind of book. But sometimes he would read something not so wholesome…

Laying on the futon of his home office, eyes half lidded, glasses sitting low on his nose. As he reads, his mind wanders to you. His cock growing tighter in his pants, thinking about what it would be like to reciprocate these acts in the bedroom with you. One specific part caught his attention though. His hand absentmindedly wanders down to his hard erection, his mind racing with the thought of you sitting on his face.

A soft knock on his door puts him out of his trance. “What would you like for dinner, Ken?” you ask softly from outside the door. Nanami froze. His face reddening as he shuts the book. Not sure if he should be more embarrassed about what he was reading or what he was imagining. He adjusted himself before walking up to the door himself and opening it. He appreciated how you were always respectful of his personal space and knocked.

“Oh, hi honey…” your face brightens as he opens the door. The sight of your smile filled Nanami with love, but it wasn’t helping his erection. He doesn’t say anything besides wrapping his arms around, bringing you into a tight embrace. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you returned the hug. “Someone feels a little clingy today?” you chuckle, running your hands over his back.

Nanami burrows his face into your hair. Inhaling your sweet scent he adored. His fingers run over the natural curves of your body, as he presses gentle kisses to your cheek. “I apologize, I feel… I need you right now.” Nanami murmurs into your ear, his declaration runs a shiver up your body. The way he was leaning onto you caused you to hold onto his shoulders, exposing your neck to him. He wastes no time in attacking it, placing his “needy” kisses on it.

Nanami had many ways he liked to kiss you. You have his sincere kisses when he wants you to know he's there for you and he loves you. Peck on the cheek and hand kisses in public. But your favorite kind he gives you are the ones that always lead to more. Where he becomes a little more flirty, nipping at your skin, digging his teeth in, hands roaming all over your body. Squishing anything he could get his hands on.

It’s not long before you both stumble into the room, not being able to get your hands and mouths of each other, until Nanami breaks the kiss, his expression now restless, with desire behind those honey-brown eyes. “I have a request…” he clears his throat. You smile at the way he breaks eye contact with you because he’s nervous. “What kind of request?’ you bat your eyelashes at him. Nanami swears he could die then and there if he wasn’t already embarrassed enough. He walks over to the bed, awkwardly laying flat on it.

“You want me to ride you?” you laugh at how he just lays down. Nanami shakes his head. “Sit. On my face. Please.” he stutters out, giving you a quick glance before he breaks eye contact again, leaving you speechless, this wasn’t something you had tried out before. The desire in his eyes told you he was desperate for this. He looked like he was on the verge of getting on his knees and begging you. “We haven’t tried that yet…” you smirk at him, leaning closer to him. “Is that a no?” he looks at you again, eyes urging you to give in.

Nanami couldn’t help himself once you were hovering over his face. He takes in your scent, closing his eyes, his nose tickling your entrance. Your breath hitching as you look for something to hold on too, eventually resting your hands on the headboard in front of you. Nanami’s breath catches in his throat, he could not believe it was actually happening. His hands find purchase on your thighs, groping them like his life depended on it.

“Keep your eyes on me Kento…” You coo as you look down at him. He could moan at just the sound of your voice, he couldn’t take it anymore. His eyes lock onto yours, his gaze intense as he begins to worship you with his tongue. Savoring the taste of you, hands roaming all over your hips and ass, devouring your cunt desperately.

The moment you think he is finally satisfied, he’s not. Only pulling you down more on his face, sharp eyes still on you just like you told him. He didn’t want to miss anything. Music to his ears the way you say his name like a spell, your victim being him and only him. The way you cried out when he would tease your clit just right. And the way you grind against his face was all he could ever ask for. He could die a happy man right then and there.

“Fuck…” you whine, your hand coming down to grip his hair, only driving him more insane. His grunts grow louder as the pleasure and pain mix together delectably. His tongue lapping you up with a new found energy, with confidence you didn’t know he could possess. Eager to chase your orgasm so you cream all over his face. His own arousal building up every second you're on his face.

"Oh god Kento… i'm so close,” you continue your ministrations on his face. His fingers tightening around your ass. He gazes up at you with the most sexy bedroom eyes filled with adoration and desperation, his just pleading for one chance to watch you fall apart on and all over his face. To make a mess on him. “Go ahead, sweetheart…” he mumbles against your sopping, sensitive cunt.

A cry of ecstasy echoes the room as your orgasm finally takes over your body, holding onto the headboard again to stabilize yourself. The man under you is still lapping up everything you are willing to give him. You continue to grind yourself on his face, riding out your orgasm. Nanami’s eyes rolling back in complete and utter bliss, your slick coating his chin and cheeks. Waves of pleasure run through your body, your only thought being Nanami. The way he looked under you, making you hot all over again. Intimacy so intense you could burst.

Realization hits you after your orgasm, finally deciding to remove yourself from his face so he wouldn’t suffocate. Nanami gasps for air as you lift off him, a small giggle escaping your lips. His chest heaving with the exertion that just happened. His eyes still glazed over with lust, taking in the sight of you.

“So where did you get this idea from?” you tease him, poking his shoulder.

A dorky smile spreads across his perfect face as he climbs on top of you, meeting you face to face.

“I read about it…”

[chelleisamazing]

I just finished reading the 'God Save the Blessed American President Mom' fic and I sobbed hard through it all..

[anaid-queen]

there is something to be said for the power of childhood nostalgia.

a lot, in fact, but i don't have the time right now so i'll just say this: i've been just a step away from a total nervous wreck for days now (and it's been building up), but do you know when i felt total peace for just a moment?

when i was rewatching an episode of a science show i loved as a kid. something i hadn't seen in like, 15 fucking years.

the sheer joy of it.

100/10, recommend to anyone who can possibly get a hold of something old and pure that can make them remember, if nothing else, a simpler time.