#okay? are y’all okay?

[otp-more-like-killmeplease]

[et-in-arkadia]

aziraphale and crowley try to perform the tiniest most unobservable fraction of a miracle together and they end up producing a massive burst of power so astonishing in scope that it sets off alarm bells in heaven where it can be seen as an enormous purple beam and radiates with a force twenty-five times the energy needed to raise someone from the dead. we’re told only an archangel could perform an act of such earth-shaking consequence which again is the result of them trying to exert their abilities in the subtlest way possible so can you imagine what they’re going to be like in bed? talk about the second coming. in this essay i will

[delusionsofgrandeur13]

you’re borrowing your boyfriend!jason todd’s…

hoodie

it’s big, it’s warm, and it smells like your big warm boyfriend. of course you stole it. luckily jason runs hot..or that’s what he tells you at least. the man gets cold too, but he’d never tell you that. not when you look so cozy in his sweatshirt.

sweats

your favorite thing of his to match with his hoodie. his sweatpants are super warm, super soft, and super baggy. meant for ultimate comfort. jason loves it when you go full out sweatsuit in his clothes. like, loves it. you’re like his own personal teddy bear to hold on to while he falls asleep. who needs sweats when he has you to keep him warm..in his.

t shirt

sometimes, when the weather’s warmer, you’ll steal one of jason’s shirts to thrown on over a pair of panties. you’re oblivious to the fact that this combination makes jason go absolutely buck wild. somehow you’ve never made the connection. but more than once he’s found you sprawled across the couch, watching tv, and ended up going down on you. his head nestled between your thighs as you grip his raven locks. his hands are fisted into the loose fabric of his shirt that you’re wearing. he’s not satisfied until your legs are shaking, your moans intermingling with the wet, borderline pornographic, sounds that he’s creating with his mouth on your clit. he never lets you get him back either, even though you know he was grinding his crotch against the couch, chasing that sweet friction and release along with you. but he always just sits you atop his lap after, kissing your cheek as he brushes your hair out of your face. grips your thigh as he makes a comment about the show playing, your panties long forgotten on the floor.

underwear

you never get very far wearing a pair of your boyfriend’s boxers. for one, they’re pretty loose on you, so you have to roll the waistband a couple times, which just gives jason a prime view of your ass. they also just make it so easy for him to get his hand down the front, his strong fingers expertly finding your clit like he’s memorized a map of your body. which, in some ways, he has. it’s not long before you’ve come, once, twice, almost a third time, and he’s pulling his own boxers off to free his stiff cock. it points out, the tip leaking, and you’re opening your legs wider without even realizing it. he grabs your waist, sliding you closer to the edge of the bed, making sure you’re ready before he slides in, burying himself in you. he bottoms out, and you’re throwing your head back, a third orgasm threatening to crest as he starts up a rhythm. the muscles of his stomach ripple as he thrusts in and out. one of his hands is on your waist, the other slowly snaking its way back down to your clit. your toes curl at the feel of his calloused thumb rubbing circles on that sensitive bundle of nerves. he’s groaning, low in his throat, at the way you look on his cock. it never gets old for him, ever. the way your cheeks flush, how adorable your blown out pupils are when you look up at him. your wet lashes, your messy hair. your entrance clenches around his cock as you come a third time, your hands gripping the bed sheets. jason comes along with you, groaning loudly as he paints your insides with white ropes of cum. he pulls out, wetting a washcloth in the bathroom. the wet, warm fabric feels like heaven against your sensitive folds, your boyfriend wiping away the mixture of fluids between your legs. you feel pleasantly boneless, sinking into the pillows at the head of the bed. your boyfriend cleans himself up after, settling into bed next to you. jason wraps his strong arms around you, and it’s better than any clothes you might steal. but what you don’t know, is that he’d let you steal his clothes anytime.

[sapsuckers-and-stardust]

Watching Star Trek IV

Whale biologist: why do you hang around with that weird guy who calls you admiral and why are you so close?

Kirk: *hesitates*

Whale biologist, who lives in San Francisco in the 80s and is rapidly drawing many correct conclusions: that’s okay we don’t have to talk about it.

[actualori]

happy (very late) birthday empires smp!!

(this ended up taking thirty hours and forty minutes)

close ups and alternate versions below!

[uhohdad]

könig and spacey!reader

────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────

☆ You seemed to be in your own little world most of the time. Not spatially aware, ditzy, and a bit forgetful.

☆ König finds it endearing, such a sweet little thing you were, head in the clouds and always daydreaming. Sharing your silly thoughts and asking his opinion on things that hardly mattered. He loves the way your brain works.

☆ It can make things a bit difficult for him.

☆ He seems to find himself wrangling you, nagging you, guiding you along in every day life.

☆ “Have you eaten?”

☆ “Did you take your medicine today?”

☆ “Make sure you lock the door when you come home, little one.”

☆ He often finds himself picking up forgotten half-done tasks, because you got distracted during the process by another task.

☆ He’s long since taken over watering the plants after watching them nearly wilt at your hand.

☆ Whenever he’s in public with you, it’s not an uncommon occurrence for him to snatch the back of your collar with two of his fingers to keep you from running into someone, making a wrong turn, or putting yourself in danger. He’s basically scruffing you. You’ll just turn around, an oblivious smile on your face as you look up at him, eyes dreamily half-lidded.

☆ You’re too trusting. It makes König nervous at how you give everyone the benefit of the doubt, never hunting for ulterior motives. He often has to shoo you away mid-conversation to keep you from being conned, hit on, or preyed upon. Make him stand tall and put on his intimidating stare, towering behind you as your guard.

☆ “Let me handle this, little one.”

☆ (He likes taking care of you, keeping you safe, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.)

────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────

☆ gentle!könig ☆

[lizaisdrawing]

A warm welcome!

[diazisms]

“you can have my back any day” “i lost him” “you saved him” “there’s no one in this world i trust with my son more than you” “i kind of lost it when i told him” “you were there for him when i couldn’t be” “no one will ever fight for my son as hard as you. that is what i want for him” “because, evan. you act like you’re expendable but you’re wrong” “do more” “you don’t want him to end up like me” “you didn’t end up like you” god he sees him. he sees him and he loves him just. something about eddie knowing buck better than anyone else, being there for his lows and his highs and the good and the bad and still loving him so much it’s a part of him is making me light headed.

[babygirlwolverine]

it’s something so innocuous. old yet new.

the box on top of the drawers is filled with things dean has collected over the years. old cassettes, keychains, lock picks.

but that isn’t what catches cas’ attention when he opens it. tucked in the back right corner of the box, a flash of silver glints in the light.

cas picks it up, letting the weight fall into his palm. dean’s old ring. cas couldn’t remember the last time the hunter had worn it… it must’ve been years ago now.

“hey, that’s where my ring went,” dean says, dropping his chin onto cas’ shoulder and reaching over to pluck it from cas’ hand. “I thought I’d lost that on a vamp hunt years ago. don’t even remember putting it in there.”

cas watches, something in his chest tightening as dean slips it back onto the ring finger of his right hand where he’s always worn it. “might be good to wear it again for a change, now that we’re hunting less,” dean grins. the grin falters when he catches the pained look on cas’ face. “hey, if you don’t like it I can-” dean starts to say, moving to take the ring off.

cas shakes his head, moving to interlock their fingers. “dean,” cas says. a single word, yet it fills the air between them with a longing that dean can’t describe.

slowly, cas moves to slides the ring off of dean’s finger and snags his left hand.

dean watches, mesmerized, as cas moves the ring onto the ring finger on his left hand and then trails his fingertips over dean’s knuckles.

the weight of the action settles into dean’s heart. cas has to know what that means… right?

“looks better now,” cas murmurs fondly, glancing back up at dean with a softness that makes dean’s knees feel weak.

“yes,” dean replies. the double meaning of the word is pressed against cas’ mouth as dean leans in to kiss him.

[taggen96]

Follow-up comic to this that spiralled out of control from a single sketch…

(Disclaimer: No slutty moth pimps were (physically) harmed in the making of this comic. No matter how it looks. Promise.)

[thou-babbling-brook]

RIP Maria Thorpe you would’ve loved Chappell Roan

[cable-salamder]

Pro gamer move: transfem Pixal saved me from artblock (this is basically me drawing my own interpretation of Pixal from this post’s tags)

[chickenchirps27]

hello denizens of tumblr i come with humble offerings

they wish to romance you

[kevinsdsy]

bonus (silly fan tweet idk):

next part >

the trojans social media au (pt. 35): everyone say WHATTTT,, anyways had to bring the core socmed au gc back :)))) i missed tony okay

[yourlocalabomination]

Happy gay month. Can’t believe everyone in Hatchetfield is gay.

[jewishbarbies]

ethnically jewish is jewish. idfc what religion you practice or if you don’t practice at all. you are jewish. that’s always going to be apart of you and anyone who tells you you’re not a “real jew” (even other jews) is a fucking idiot. non practicing jews will be rounded up with those of us who practice because a jew is a jew is a jew. fuck off my account with that exclusionary bullshit.