#on the one hand i yearn

[and-her-saints]

“hmmm should i download the dating apps again?” *loud wrong buzzer noise* NO NO NO WRONG ERRRRR WRONG you just want validation that you’re desirable and attractive. go pet your dog or call a friend and experience what real love is about

[girlkisserjeanie]

i love riding strap

seeing them look up at you and having their eyes wander all over your body flipping your hair to one side while looking down at them playing with your tits or spreading yourself open to give them a show grinding down in that specific way where you know they can feel it too leaning forward for more leverage and putting a hand on their throat while you bounce on it and, when your legs finally give out, laying limply on top of them while they fuck up into you

[pinacoladamatata]

"I've seen the way you look at him... You're in it."

they shouldn't kiss. they shouldn't kiss at all. they're going to kiss a whole lot

[naiad-r]

You'll be waiting in vain I got nothing for you to gain Eyes on fire Your spine is ablaze

Sanji with heterochromia. A concept that has likely been done many times before but let me add to it.

[vongulli]

Can't get them all outta my head!!!!!!

[running-with-kn1ves]

I am existentially and ridiculously obsessed with the idea of women in general, but i've dabbled back into ASMR and I'm down bad.

TW: Alcohol mentioned, manipulation, somno, guilt tripping,

She's just your best friend-- you've known her all throughout grade school, watched her attempt keg stands as you're forced to pull her back to her apartment, her slurring voice calling to you with how much she loves you between laughs and sobs. She holds you in a hug tighter than normal, with her nose deep into the crook of your neck. And in the mornings when you help soothe her hangover, she conveniently forgets.

She's so keen to take care of you, insisting on fulfilling your every need before you can even think of it. It feels wrong, how much she aims to please you, how much of her paycheck goes to your happiness, but there's nothing you can do to stop it-- in fact, it seems to only make her feel worse if you don't let her do what she demands is merely keeping you happy,

"what anyone would do for a friend."

She's with you every moment she can be, and she ensures in all of the self-awareness she has, to not to suffocate you. The last thing she'd want is to be forced away-- so she makes a sacrifice, to leave you to quietness even if its just on the other side of the room.

She watches you while you drift off to sleep, drawing patterns on your back and breathing in the deep scent of your hair.

She knows its vile, its wrong for her to abuse the power you've given her-- but its so hard to resist pulling your shirt up just slightly to see the soft, relaxed flesh of your body, to feel the warmth of your hips under your pajama pants, to sneak a hand up your back and under your shirt, drawing you in for a cuddle as her head is buried into your chest. the dip of your back as it curves from the reaction of her cold fingers is her favorite, it feels as if you're leaning into her, shuddering at her touch.

And when you're tipsy, home alone with her for a calm night-in, you almost aren't surprised to hear her suggest trying to kiss each other. Why not, right? You're best friends, how HAVEN'T you tried before? If your relationship is as strong as you think it is, it won't mean anything, just a silly alcohol-induced memory for the future. But its hard when she's desperate, not in the right mind, feeling your tongue against hers. It's impossible to stop, grabbing at the back of your hair to deepen the kiss with intensity. The hitch she uses to cover up the desperate sigh she lets out doesn't work, and she prays you're not coherent enough to feel how intentional she is, how hungry she is.

She pushes you back on the couch, relishing in the warmth of your body as you slowly feel out her lips, unsure and still feeling off at kissing someone you've shared beds and unhealed emotional wounds with.

"Does this feel good?" She asks, wanting to make sure you're pleased, that maybe she can do something right and get what she wants too. Her thighs encase yours as she's practically holding you hostage, fingers entwined in your limp ones, kisses falling down your neck as you forget how to answer. It feels too raw, too full of desire to just be a drunken kiss, a drunken hickey, a drunken hand up your shirt. But you can't deny it-- that odd tension, the one you've noticed for a long time becoming broken, it felt good. Even when she sucked face with someone random at a party as a defense ploy, never too far away from you, she was never like this-- never all-devouring, savoring the salty taste of your skin, almost crying from the release of getting to touch you like this, while you're awake.

"Just give me this-- please," She's desperate, never having asked you for anything as she kisses your wet lips between words. And how can you say no? Your best friend, desperate for you to give her something so simple, something she's been desiring for a long time. It's the least you could do, right?

[jackshiccup]

why won't you let me help you?

[divineandmajesticinone]

THE ON1Y ONE (2024) I 1.06 "I told you. The dots should be clear."

[merakiui]

just saw a meme so stupidly funny i might actually have to finally write hetalia.

this was the meme btw:

[benevolentcannibal]

Asura!Zoro, yes Nika!Luffy gave him the star

[paepaerest]

my treasures :D

[javierduffy]

hi something true and beautiful happened just as i was gearing up to do short walk in a pretty town and it made me think of ur art

YOU. HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOUVE JUST DONE FOR ME WITH THESE IMAGES

[canisalbus]

Machete and Vasco are so pomegranate-and-the-hand-that-slices coded. To me.

Pomegranates are seen as messy, bloody, inconvenient fruits. You slice or tear or bite and in return for your effort you come away underwhelmed, disgusted, and stained too deep to wash. The consumption of a pomegranate is a violent act of defilement, for both the fruit and the eater.

But that is because most do not understand how to open a pomegranate. They have little patience for the precise carving. They see no point in coreing the fruit gently, no reason to be reverent as they pull the quarters apart. When done correctly, opening a pomegranate leaves little mess. Your fingers will still stain, your knife will still slick, but there will be no pool of crimson drowning both you and the fruit.

The seeds are only sweet to those who understand the merit of a light hand and intricate slicing. Why put in so much effort for a food so bitter and clearly armored against consumption? Surely it must not yearn to be eaten.

(^insane about silly catholic dogs)

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[bakudekublogblog]

i'm sorry i dont think we're talking enough about the bkdk music video. they wrote a whole song full of yearning lyrics and holding hands and longing to be at each other's sides and miscommunicating but still wanting to be together, and then they put child actors in bkdk colors and hand them playing super heroes and holding hands. like bkdks were just given that. an official bkdk song and music video. hello????

[gojoest]

husband nanami kento who takes off your high heels for you, carries you to the couch and sits you cozily — your legs on his lap and his hands on your feet carefully rubbing and massaging them all while you tell him about your day

[swan2swan]

Rewatching the bedroom scene with Yaz and Sammy and I KNOW those girls were originally boarded to be facing each other for this conversation.