#nics

[mikeneedsadrink]

[lovemewednesdays]

the universe is so fucking funny for this. imagine being born for a job. you having that job can only happen if your mom dies. and you wait 73 years for that to happen. and when you finally get that job, you get diagnosed with cancer and quite possibly die within the first five years. absolute legendary move on the universe’s part. lol. anyway, activate the crabs.

[herbertlangethings]

happy B-Day 21th April to our pretty and cute Hyein from NewJeans here right now !!!!!!

[ethosiab]

I see a lot of designs out there in which tango has red tinted glasses/goggles (mine included) but I don't think enough of us acknowledge how much that would affect his vision

[nicocarras]

23.11 Hay algo

Hay algo

Hay algo que está mal en mi

O hay algo malo conmigo?

.

Funcionando

A media maquina

Con fallas, con trabas

.

Hay algo que está muerto en mi

O hay algo que murió conmigo?

.

Sin vida

Pero viviendo al fin y al cabo

Pues he elegido vivir

.

Hay algo marchito dentro de mi

O algo marchitó conmigo

.

Me estoy desangrándo

Pero no hay heridas en mi piel

cicatrices incompletas, recuerdos latentes

.

Hay algo doloroso en mi

O el dolor finalmente se hizo mío

.

Hay un agujero infinito en mi pecho

Y no comprendo por qué

Hay un vacío terrible en mi pecho

Pero para llenarlo no encuentro con que

.

Nics #23 “sin título”

26/01/24 - 20:32 - Talca

[ovaryacted]

PAIRING: Logan Howlett/Wolverine x f! reader || WC: 900 CW: MDNI/18+. NSFW. Missionary Position/Mating Press. Overstimulation. Mentions of sub-space. Logan is an endearing tease.

Alright...Y'all know I just had to. If it wasn't already evident based on my previous posts, Wolverine is rotting my brain and Hugh Jackman snuck up on me in my sleep and slipped into my head again. I had to get this out of my system before I went insane lmao, and don't worry, I have longer pieces in mind for claw daddy. When writing this, I also imagined the X-Men version of Logan cause I loved the og movies, so this isn't the variant Logan from the Deadpool movie but imagine whichever version tickles your fancy! Thanks to @ozarkthedog for helping me pinpoint his characterization btw. <3

At times, Logan knew he could be a lot to handle. Not that he would really give a fuck most days, but he became more conscious of his presence when he met you. Softer, much more pliant in comparison to him, covered in hard muscle and rugged tendons. You didn’t mind his intensity, much less his overbearing weight and heavy hand. In fact, you welcomed all of him and encouraged him to let loose and forget about his fears regarding how he handled you.

“I’m not made of glass, Logan. I can take it, trust me.”

You told him once, his eyes silently apprehensive as he glanced at you. He was always careful, always self-aware, and treated you with respect. You knew it would take much more convincing to get exactly what you wanted with your lover, who was too adamant about keeping Logan and Wolverine separated in your relationship. But just this once, you asked for his trust to try something else, something a little different.

Ultimately, you got what you wanted, but your curious ambition may have underestimated the situation.

Legs pinned above his broad shoulders, Logan’s hips hammered into you as he fucked you into the mattress. You’ve lost track of time since he pulled the first orgasm between your legs, the tip of his nose and upper lip covered in your slick, glistening under the dim lighting of your bedroom. He surprised you as he kept going, pulling another release out of you with the use of his thick fingers, and a third the moment he slipped his body into yours over and over again.

The back of your head lay limp against the crumbled pillow underneath, thighs shaking on impact and your body jolting upwards with every thrust Logan gave you. You didn’t have the energy to moan or cry out for him anymore, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath, and your hands loosely held his flexing biceps.

You were lost, so far gone into pleasure, your brain wasn’t working anymore. The only thing on your mind was how the tip of Logan’s cock continued to hit that spot inside you with rehearsed precision, sending you further into that fuzzy headspace you seemed to enjoy. Your eyesight grew hazy, glossed over with tears on your lashline that began to fall down your warm cheeks. You didn’t realize you were crying until you felt a comforting palm on your face, fingertips tapping along your cheekbone in an attempt to ground you back to reality.

“You still with me, sugar?” He asked, gravelly voice filtering through your ears. You whined in response, pupils losing focus as your eyes fluttered closed.

“Not a single thought in your head now, huh?” The creases on Logan’s temple became more prominent as he smirked, deep strokes intensifying the heat you felt deep in your gut.

“C’mon sweetheart, need to hear you say something. Talk to me.” His nose bumped into yours, huffs evident on your bottom lip as you struggled to find your voice.

“Logan...” Your voice was breathless and raw, trailing off into a meek whimper at the feel of his other hand squeezing your waist. Your eyes trailed up to his own, hazel irises and a toothy smile came into view, causing you to clench around him. 

“There she is. This too much for you?” He knew it was, knew that this was what you asked of him, to push your limits and bring you to the point of no return.

Your mind fizzled out, the grip on his arm waning as he continued to thrust hard into you. You gave him a feeble nod, finding enough stamina to provide an answer. It was too much; three orgasms in, and your entire body felt on edge and overstimulated, sensitive to anything that was done or said within the confines of your bedroom. And yet, you didn’t want to stop, didn’t want to eat your own words and make him proud.

“I know, honey, I know. Just giving you what you wanted.” Logan teased, his tone dripping with sarcasm that matched his cocky expression.

You could feel yourself getting closer, your thighs and knees shaking on either side of his head. He continued to move against you, the hand that was on your waist drifted between your legs, seeking out your throbbing clit. His thumb pressed into the engorged nub, rubbing it in diligent circles that sent your hips jolting away from him. Logan held on to one of your thighs, pressing it towards the mattress and bending forward to pin you in place. Your heart raced, your chest ached, and you tightened at the violent wave of your next climax threatening to wash over you. 

“Keep your eyes on me, right up here. I gotcha.” Logan said, maintaining the powerful drives of his hips until you came around him with a scream of his name, doing your best to hold his gaze. You sobbed at the feeling, a neverending spiral of bliss filling your body and making your head go blank.

“That’s right, atta girl. Keep looking at me.” He rasped, groaning loudly under his breath and leaning down to give you a bruising kiss, spilling into you and filling you to the brim not that long afterwards.

Sure, Logan can be a lot to tolerate sometimes, but you didn’t mind being the one to handle him.

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[herejusttosufferalong]

He was gonna make sure EVERYONE saw this post

[ghostlywhiskey]

blue collar simon is a dream, necessity, a way of life, a religion.

just the thought of him coming home in his work clothes. by the time he’s out of his car he’s already peeled off his neon work shirt to sling it over his shoulder. the neon shirt coated in dirt and grease, but somehow always clean after you throw it in the wash.

his hands are coated in the same dirt and grease the shirt fell victim to because the shirt was used as a poor attempt to try and clean his hands. so, when he walks in the door after work, his boots barely making it two steps in before you call out to him to take his shoes off. kicking them off, he finally makes his way to you while your sat at the kitchen counter. fingers quickly typing either a work email or placing an order of some sort. he can’t remember if he said you could buy something with his card, knowing him he probably did agree.

your body squirms slightly as he comes up behind the stool you are sat on, his face nuzzling your neck before he places a kiss. he knows how much you hate when he’s filthy after work, but also knows how you secretly enjoy the sight of him.

“simon,” you can’t help but huff out, the annoyance half fake and half real as you’re trying to work. “go shower,” the order barely has any authority behind it.

“not unless you’re joining,” he teases, one hand reaching to close your laptop before he’s pulling your stool to turn you towards him. simon’s hands grab your own to guide you to stand up and follow him to the bathroom, a grin on his face as he catches your gaze looking at every part of him that isn’t his face.

[alittlegirlno0necaresabout]

ed era again🦋

[rrcenic]

im coping the best that i can, guys

(hey all!

this gets more and more notes every day, and while i’m flattered, i am a bit crestfallen that my most popular post is yet again a low effort meme.

i make art!! i write!! i sing!! while i’m not the greatest it would make my day for you to check out some of the pieces i put hours of effort into.

here’s a lil ineffable wives one i just finished and here’s a post season two angst oneshot i wrote. just a couple of examples of what i do.

so if this meme got a chuckle out of you, maybe stick around? i take requests and im almost always online! have a lovely day and i apologize for my lil tangent)

[asterinthesiren]

same vibes as "you prefer me..." "horizontal? in a grave?" "formidable."

[lovemewednesdays]

The AI issue is what happens when you raise generation after generation of people to not respect the arts. This is what happens when a person who wants to major in theatre, or English lit, or any other creative major gets the response, "And what are you going to do with that?" or "Good luck getting a job!"

You get tech bros who think it's easy. They don't know the blood, sweat, and tears that go into a creative endeavor because they were taught to completely disregard that kind of labor. They think they can just code it away.

That's (one of the reasons) why we're in this mess.

[em-xzm]

Obligatory Andrew Minyard smoking art

[useyourtelescope]

Nicola Coughlan Interviewed by Entertainment Tonight + Colin & Penelope in Bridgerton Season One Episode Four

[ethosiab]

Tango gets stuck in the Misery Spiral Of Debugging™️ so etho and gem rescue him (successfully)