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Don't ever treat a customer like that again.
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#velvet#galerias velvet#perioddramaedit#velvetedit#miriam giovanelli#llorenç gonzález#patricia márquez#jonás infantes#patricia y jonás#velvet305#northpost#no but why is this so hot#like is it hot all on its own#or is it only hot because i know in the next episode#they're going to be banging in one of the basement rooms#the chemistry between MG and LG is unreal#the way jonás looks at her after she calls him a catch#perfectly played by LG#i will never understand why the show set up this story to go the distance#and then dropped it for lesser subplots#ugh#also i don't even know how many people watch this show anymore#which is weird because it's on netflix#people should watch it...the first two seasons are great#the third one has some good stuff#the fourth is a mess narratively but at least by then you love the characters and want them to be happy
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Michael can survive (almost) anything in FNAF
#myart#chloesimagination#comic#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#fnaf fanart#fnaf movie#michael afton#helpy#fnaf sister location#fnaf pizzaria simulator#Michael has a very set number of skills#he’s actually almost indestructible#UNLESS it gets hot#This is so funny to me#LIKE I’ll be honest I wouldn’t last in the heat as well especially in small stuff rooms#but specifically funny to Michael#cause he’s gone through so much worse in comparison#dude lost all his organs and bones and he got back up quicker than he does to heat#DUDE lives in Utah and can’t handle a summers day 💀#this is why all his shirts didn’t have sleeves as a kid#dude was dying out there#this is how you can tell he’s British#he longs for a rainy day
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saw this on tiktok and i don’t know how to feel anymore
#deadpool and wolverine#logan howlett#wolverine#like wtf#logan#hugh jackman#poolverine#he’s so hot but why do this to him
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Shocked how many people think you can just turn on a computer and leave it on for weeks or months or years and never turn it off and it'll be fine. Computers need their sleep, and sleep mode does not count
#seriously there are processes important to the health of your computer that run when you turn it off or on#if you computer runs like shit or if your laptop's always hot that's why#'oh but it takes so long to boot up' YEAH BECAUSE YOU'VE KILLED HER SLOWLY#you've done the equivalent of stapling her eyes open and tazing her when she falls asleep. STOP#incoherent rambling
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Welcome to Preservation! we have nice people and even nicer murderbots.
#it's Amena's graduation day because i said so#cranked this thing out after i woke up at noon. i was possessed by something i think#it was fun to think up outfits for everyone. i humbly becken u to look at amena's graduation cafgan#wtf bharadwaj why u in that heavy coat it's hot out#pin lee gifted that rice hat to volescu btw.#i subject ratthi to being the kind of person to wear socks in sandals. sorry ratthi#uuuh#the murderbot diaries#murderbot#illustration#character design#art#character art#artists on tumblr#wigglybunfish
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Matthew McConaughey on Rust in 'Making True Detective'
#literally like say thatttt#this is a big reason of why his rust works so well bc he understands rust is HOT#like how a car crash is hot. a burning building. blood. wounds. the cracking tension of a humid louisianan night.#thats the fundamental eroticism of rustin cohles whole deal#rustin cohle#*#*scrn#true detective#*td
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born to take these photos, forced to save them off pinterest
#why did i have to be born so late#i want his dick so far down my throat it leaves bruises#I could make him happy#the salt and pepper beard omggggg#hugh jackman#thank you hugh for existing#hugh jackman one chance please#hugh the man that you are#logan howlett#wolverine#hugh i’m begging on my knees please#i love hugh jackman#old hugh jackman#hugh jackman x reader#men with beards#i want him#he’d be my favorite lolipop#sighhhh#who’s dad is this#he’s so hot#daddy issues in full throttle#daddy issues
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After meeting on the set of Agatha All Along, we lived together while you prepped for your Off Broadway debut. What was my most annoying habit as a roommate?
#aubrey plaza#patti lupone#hot ones#late night with seth meyers#agatha all along#edits#why did my brain make me do this#watch the whole interview though#its so good#and aubrey should get more cred for her impressions
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[Toon x Mobster] drawn for fun, he doesn't know how to hold that thing wwwwww
#toon x mobster#txm#jack desmond#oc#ocs#oc art#original character#original characters#original character art#one of the main reason why I never make a rendered piece with Gavriel Huffman is because that's too much detail lmao#Jack is admittedly more fun to draw because his art style is so easy#this was inspired by the Muse Dash drawings because I've been playing it a lot lately#I honestly gotta thank Jack for helping me try and figure out how to draw using bright saturated colors again#it's been a hot while since I've done a pastel cute piece#all I've been using are desaturated colors. which isn't a bad thing but I'm starting to forget how to work with saturated colors lmao
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Hi ! prompt idea : What if Zuko was armed during the first episode and was stranded with the water tribe while the avatar left with Katara and Sokka, Iroh on his trail for white lotus reasons.
Oh we are going to have us some FUN with "stranded with the water tribe", say no more.
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Zuko was dripping, and steaming, and staring down two dozen women and their gaggle of small children, plus that old not-the-Avatar crone from earlier. They were all cowering away from him. Which was--
Good. It was good. If they were cowering, then they hadn’t noticed how steam was not flames. He wasn’t sure he could make flames, not after the arctic water he’d landed in, with that last sight of the Avatar glowing; not after surfacing under the ice pack, after swimming, after kicking slamming breaking through and his ship was gone and there was only ocean all around and
and he’d made it back to this pathetic little camp of the Southern Water Tribe, because that was the only place he knew for sure would have shelter, and he wasn’t going to die just because they were all staring at him, even if felt like he would.
Even if the old not-the-Avatar woman could probably take him, right now. But she didn’t know that.
Zuko pulled himself up, taller than her by at least a few inches, and blew steam from his nose.
“I am commandeering one of your huts,” he said. And added, because Uncle said even a prince should be gracious: “You may choose which one.”
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She choose her own.
...The only one without children that flames might scar, or younger women to catch a soldier’s interests.
Zuko sat by her fire and determinedly started struggling out of his wet clothes and she was still in here with him--
Zuko pulled one of her animal pelts over himself, and finished fighting off his clothes. When he stuck his head back out, cheeks still reddened from what was obviously the cold, she dropped a parka on his head.
“Dry clothes, Your Highness,” she said.
The parka was much bigger than he was. He fell asleep hoping that the camp’s men were on a long, long hunting trip.
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He woke up again. Kanna tucked her favorite ulu knife away, newly sharpened, and stopped contemplating the alternative.
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“I am commandeering a ship,” he said.
The crone led him across the village, all twenty paces of it, to a row of canoes.
“Take whichever one you want,” she said. “Will you need help getting it to the water?”
Zuko looked at the canoes. Looked at the ocean. Watched a leopard seal, easily the size of the largest canoe, dozing just past the ice his own ship had broken through the day before. It was frozen again, a great icy arrow pointing from the waves to the village, snow already starting to cover it over.
Beyond was blue sky and gray ocean and white ice, floating in blocks like stepping stones, like boulders, like cliffsides.
There wasn’t even a hint of gray steel, or smoke. Or any land, besides what they were standing on.
He looked down at the canoes again. Somehow, they seemed even smaller.
“I, uh,” Zuko cleared his throat. “I’ll require supplies. Before I go.”
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They... did not have supplies. Not extra ones. This didn’t stop them from trying to give him supplies, food and blankets and anything else he could think to ask for. But each blanket was a pelt hunted by someone’s grandfather, had been inked with images and stories by someone’s mother, was the favorite of someone’s husband or brother or uncle or cousin--
They couldn’t go to the nearest market to replace things, here.
And when they talked about food, about what they could spare, they kept sneaking glances to their children, who were sneaking glances at Zuko from the huts, sticking their heads just over the snowy ledges like their fur-trimmed hoods would hide them. Their mothers and aunts shooed them away, and they crept back, like barnacle-crabs. Zuko glared, and they disappeared.
“When are your men coming back?” he asked. “They’re hunting, aren’t they?”
Oh. So that was what they looked like, when they weren’t trying to hide their hate.
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Zuko wrapped himself up in the same blanket that night. It was printed inside with fine lines and images, telling a story he didn’t know. He wondered whose favorite it was.
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Kanna wondered how quickly he’d wake—if he’d wake—if she built the fire up with wet driftwood and tundra grass, if she had one of the younger girls boost up a child to plug the air hole, if she let the smoke draw its own blanket down over this fire child.
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It was hard to know when to wake up, because the sun never set. So everyone was up before him, and they all had spears and clubs and—and nets, and trap lines, and snow googles with their single slat to protect the eyes from snow blindness. Zuko had seen those once, at the Ember Island Museum of Ethnography, where they’d gone when it was too rainy for anything more exciting.
Oh. They were going hunting.
“Give me that,” Zuko said, and took a spear.
The women looked at him. One of them adjusted her googles.
“I can hunt,” he scowled.
He did not, in fact, know how to hunt.
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“Give me that,” the Fire Prince said, and Kanna almost, almost gave him her ulu. Humans, like most animals, had an artery in their legs that would bleed them quick enough.
She kept skinning the rabbit-mink one of the women had snared.
“I can help,” he said, with less grace than most of their toddlers. Likely with the skinning skills of a toddler, too. She wasn’t going to let their unwanted visitor ruin a perfectly good pelt.
“Chop the meat,” she said, and gave him a different knife. “It’s dinner.”
“...This is really sharp,” he said a moment later, looking at the knife with some surprise.
“Is it,” said Kanna.
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Things the Fire Prince was convinced he could do: hunt (until he realized he couldn’t tell the tracks of a rabbit-mink from a leopard-rabbit apart); spear fish (at least he could dry himself); pack snow for an igloo (frustrated princes ran hot); ice fish (the prince was a problem that kept coming close to solving itself).
Things the Fire Prince could actually do: mince meat, increasingly finely; gather berries and herbs, once he stopped trying to crush them; dig roots, under toddler supervision; mend nets, after the intermediary step of learning to braid hair loopies.
“Can’t I take him ice fishing again?” asked one of the women, as she watched Prince Zuko put as much apparent concentration into braiding her daughter’s hair as his people had into exterminating hers.
“Wait,” said another woman, sitting up straight. “Wait wait wait. I just had an idea.”
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Three words: Infinite. Hot. Water.
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Summer was coming to an end. The sun actually set, now, and the night was getting longer, and colder. The salmon-otter nets were mended and ready. The smoking racks were still full of cod-lemmings. The children were all a little older, the women all a little more used to doing both halves of their tribes’ chores; a little more used to not watching the horizon, waiting for help to come.
The Fire Prince was staring at the canoes again.
“Are you actually going to try leaving in one of those?” Kanna asked.
“...No.”
“Come on, then; someone needs to watch the kids while the women are hunting.”
She didn’t leave him alone with them, of course. But she could have.
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Elsewhere, the war continued.
The moon turned red, for a moment none could sleep through; they did not learn why.
The comet came and went, leaving their castaway prince laying on the beach, his breath fogging up into the night sky above him, as the energy crashed from his system as quickly as it had come. Above, lights began to dance in the sky; Zuko pulled his hood up, so none of those spirits—children, dead too soon—got any ideas about kicking his head off to be their ball.
The war had ended. The world didn’t feel any different; no one in the south would know until spring came again.
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Suffice it to say, Sokka and Katara were not prepared for this particular homecoming.
#Sokka: please stop calling my Gran-Gran by her first name. please.#Kanna: you’re right Sokka he can call me Gran-Gran#Sokka: THAT IS WORSE THAT IS SO MUCH WORSE#Meanwhile Hakoda: you adopted WHO#Kanna didn’t ADOPT anyone thank-you-much she was very practically holding that boy for the fleet to use for ransom#why Hakoda#what would you have done if you had a Fire Prince#avatar the last airbender#atla#Zuko#Kanna#ficlet#(infinite hot water lady is ABSOLUTELY Toklo’s aunt)#(he looks to the prince looks to her and spontaneously invents the High Five)
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the way that one line from the new epilogue in an astarion romance is going to HAUNT me
just. what a profoundly intense thing to confess to someone.
like, just these six months of newfound happiness with you exerts a force on his heart equal and in direct opposition to two centuries of endless torment, the gnawing hunger and exploitation. this flashbulb-bright fraction of his long life holds the same gravity to him as years upon years of darkness and suffering.
in all likelihood, he hasn’t even known his lover for as long as his worst memory lasted, that year sealed away to go mad from starvation and sensory deprivation, yet he still tells them this brief time has been so fundamentally and powerfully important that the weight of even that unimaginable hell is vanishingly small compared to this present he has now and the future ahead of them both.
how am i supposed to act normal about this.
#i need to lay down#just drop this in there right at the beginning why not!#that’s INTENSE. and completely sincere considering his demeanor at the party. god#he’s so… nice. in the romanced epilogue. i expected him to be a little smug and jokey#if tav told him the others weren’t doing so hot without the two of them around#but he takes it so genuinely and with visible disappointment?? literally shocked me#i thought he would say oh of course their lives have taken a turn without our impressive leadership lol!#and then redirect into something a little less flippant#but man. he just gets sad. astarion six months into a loving relationship is like a stray cat that instantly gets cuddly when you adopt it#dude went cotton candy marshmallow saccharine sweet in a HEARTBEAT#bless the others with your presence he says. i’ll always be here he says. we have forever after all he says.#head in my hands. how could they do this to me#astarion ancunin#astarion bg3#astarion#bg3 epilogue spoilers#bg3 spoilers#baldur’s gate 3 spoilers#bg3
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pussy agenda with minho
-contains mature themes
this man has to have his hands on you regardless of where y'all are.
subtle touches turn into full on outrageous groping.
you walk into the kitchen, intrigued by the dish he's busily cooking up for the two of y'all. he glances at you, blinking slowly and then rapidly.
"c'mere" and the tone he uses makes you think he needs your help to cut a few vegetables or stir the boiling hotpot. so you prance to him.
letting out a silent gasp when he sits on his haunches. pressing his lips over your covered crotch. and he stands back up, a satiated smile on his face.
"thank you, baby" and he feeds you a small chunk of stir fried chicken before pretending like nothing happened.
when i tell you he doesn't care if you don't shave, i mean it.
he doesn't care one bit.
"every one has hair down there. its natural, lets all die naturally!" is what he says.
"minho!" you can't help but laugh, smacking him.
"nothing is ever going to stop me from eating this goddamn pussy..." nudging you with his shoulder. his hand creeping over the waistband of your shorts.
"...infact i want to spread you open and fuck my tongue into your tight little cun-"
"we're in public! p-public!"
slapping your hand over his mouth. shutting him up before he can finish his downright filthy comment. he raises an eyebrow, swirling his tongue across your palm while his hand sneaks past your waistband.
you're happy its all under the table but its both nerve wracking. the pads of his fingers rubbing over your already wet cunt and the dirty whispers in your ear.
likes to backhug you randomly. his hands squeezing your ass. you're used to it but for some reason you aren't quite used to the way he trails his fingers up your thigh.
cupping your mound and manhandling you to bend over any surface. its all playful and you giggle until he nudges your panties to the side. sliding a digit against your folds.
"always so eager to have me" chuckling in your ear. his front pressed up into your backside.
"pretty cunt. all mine to touch and play with, am i right, baby?"
it works. turning you on and getting you wet in mere seconds. then he walks off, nonchalantly. sticking his fingers in his mouth and leaving you hanging.
don't worry, he just loves to hear you whine about how much of a dick he is.
give him ten minutes max and he'll eat you out like a man starved.
slurping, licking and sucking with pure need. its the same enthusiam everytime.
eating you out is part of his weekly routine. has to do it more than 2 times in a week or he throws a tantrum.
loves loves LOVES when you're compliant and encourage him to touch you.
like when he's driving. placing his hand on your upper thigh. smirks at the way your thighs part automatically, and he takes the chance to play with your kitty.
"can i kiss you on the lips?" minho whispers, and your heart melts. you smile as you pucker your lips, leaning in to kiss him but you jerk up in shock.
his head already between your legs. pulling your underwear down with his teeth. and before you can even process whats happening, his tongue slips between your folds.
hot breath fanning over your pussy. his nose bumping into your clit while he breathes in a deep breath. eyes fluttering and moaning unbashedly at your scent.
you're not even wet, he just loves how you smell in general.
"god, i love you so much. i love your beautiful, soft, warm cunt"
LOVES LEGIT LOVES when you sit on his face.
ESPECIALLY after he gets back home from dance practice. sweating and out of breath yet so ready to be suffocated by your weight on top of him.
"thats it, kitten. fuck yourself on my tongue. don't stop till i say so."
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in conclusion, he gets pussydrunk so easily but refuses to acknowledge it.
#pussydrunk minho#he loves your pussy#god why is he so hot#I wanna eat him#chew on him like a dog toy#HANDSY MAN MINHO#stray kids smut#skz smut#stray kids imagines#skz imagines#lee know smut#lee minho smut#lee know imagines#lee know hard thoughts#stray kids hard thoughts#stray kids hard hours#pussy drunk minho#skz drabbles#fluffylino works#minho smut#lee minho imagines#minho pussy#AAAAAAAAAAAA
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Hong Kong high schooler Miku 🇭🇰
#hatsune miku#初音ミク#miku hatsune#miku#Hong Kong Miku#brazilian miku#miku worldwide#vocaloid#vocal synth#vocaloid art#vocaloid fanart#hong kong#artists on tumblr#real talk the actual public schools wouldn’t allow her bag or her hair colour#maybe that’s why her DSE prep isn’t going so hot#tbf DSE’s are just really difficult#anyway this worldwide Miku trend is so fun!!
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logan with glasses 👓
#he's so hot why is he so hot#wolverine#wolverineedit#logan howlett#loganhowlettedit#hughjackmanedit#marveledit#marvelgifs#mcuedit#mcuchallenge#dailymarvelgifs#mcufam#marveladdicts#marvellegends#marvelcolors#*#gif*#edit*#1k
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it's not too late for a summer beach episode, is it? 🥲
#waaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!#lol momo and mina def diligent about the SPF lol#bakugo trying so hard to keep the shirt on but it's HOT lol and kiri's hero suit gives him a wicked tan haha#the saltwater dries out poor tsu but she's happy to play in the water with friends!!!!#izuku just............ lol#todoroki and iida are honorary beach hunks#lol tell me why i want more MHA filler eps PLEASE#mha#bnha#mha art#bnha art#izuku midoriya#deku#katsuki bakugo#eijiro kirishima#shouto todoroki#ochako uraraka#mina ashido#tsuyu asui#momo yaoyorozu#jirou kyouka#denki kaminari#kamijiroo#my hero academia art#my hero academia#i feel like i'm forgetting people but i can't look back lmao#boku no hero fanart#pjseveryday#illustration#anime art
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Danny x ra's but their a fresh from a nasty breakup and danny is just going through the breakup motions watch your favourites eat ice cream cry all that jazz but in gotham why?
Because i want the bat's to come across this guy crying on a roof eat ice cream and comforing him trying to get him off the roof and when they ask what his boyfriends name is he juat says ra's fucking al ghul
"It's not fair" he whines "why are tge hot ones always the leaders of some murder cult"
I just want the bat's trying to wrap their head around the fact that this twink was sumhow dating ra's and presumably dumped him because he was the head of a murder cult and HOW IS HE STILL ALIVE
#dpxdc#dp x dc#danny has been dating ra's for years thanks to clockwork#he sent him vack in time to do something that took a couple years and during it he met ra's a dated him because well he was lonly#the next time clockwork sent him to a time past that ras should have been old and decrepit but instead he still had his young self#and he was just a bit to hot so danny went duck it o got an imortal boyfriend who's a hippie#but now he finds out hes a murder head guy#come one why's the hot ones always crazy
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