#or getting flustered

[magicratfingers]

sh… should I

[coppertophomegurl]

Bridgerton season 3 was really a win for the fat girls, and the gingers, and the wallflowers, and the bisexuals.

[drawerbread]

reverend daughter gideon and harrow nova are rotting my brain (happy late halloween!)

bonus under cut

the first drawing is based on this doodle of pal i made at like 3 am

[teddybeartoji]

you kiss the back of toji's hand one day very casually before intertwining your fingers with his and the man just kind of shuts down . bc what the hell did you just do????? kissed his hand?? you kissed his hand????? that's.. what?????? isn't he supposed to be kissing yours?????? and the fact that you're now just acting like nothing happened has him staring at you with widened eyes and slightly furrowed brows. you turn back to check on him because you realize that he's not following you anymore and just laugh lightheartedly when you see the faint blush on his cheeks and his burning ears. brining his hand to your mouth again, you press another kiss to his knuckles with a teasing smile glued to your lips and that makes him snap out of his daze. he tries to brush you off with a quiet click of his tongue but you know he liked it. you know he loved it.

[egophiliac]

he did it! 🐍 and it only took...uhhh...well, there probably could've been less punches, but why hold back!

PUNCHES FOR EVERYONE

[kiwichils]

shenanigans

[odoraful]

⟡ i wish i can be your sanctuary until the end of time

⟡ i need to show them i already have a lover

⟡ let's push the what-ifs to the side

⟡ we'll just have to blame the moon

[catsharky]

Presenting: King Sidon, his wife Queen Yona and his boyfriend Link.

Yona is very supportive of everything except Sidon forgetting his ceremony cues.

(I had an atrocious week and TotK has been coming in clutch for keeping me sane.)

[choccy-milky]

smooth, seb 👍 ((redraw of this scene from the goblet of fire))

[justsomeguycore]

it’s so fucking embarrassing to find a conventionally attractive man attractive every time it happens. like oh you think the handsome man is handsome? you find the attractive guy attractive? derivative. passé. pedestrian

[facelessmime]

ALRIGHT UHH

V finds Solver Uzi hot now. do with that idea what you will

She likes a feral goth gf. And honestly? She's so valid.

I'm absolutely adding a bonus to this- This piece robbed me of my sleep so its bed time lol. (Ilovethemsomuchandiwoulddieforthisship)

Edit: Here's that bonus ;)

[flwrkid14]

Tim Drake does one of those ‘Tim Drake Responds to Thirst Tweets' videos. At first, he's all awkward smiles and blushing as he reads the tweets. Some of them are flirty, some are downright bold, some he questions if they should even be told on camera, and he’s trying to stay composed, but you can tell he’s dying on the inside.

Then, as he gets to the last tweet, it's something like, ‘Can confirm: Tim Drake is even hotter in person, 12/10 would date again 😘,’ and he pauses, eyes narrowing, because that sounds way too familiar. The crew behind the camera is trying not to laugh, and it finally clicks for Tim.

Turns out, all of the thirst tweets were sent by his boyfriend, Danny, using fake accounts just to mess with him. Tim’s face just drops, and he mutters, 'I’m going to kill him,' but you can see the fond smile creeping in because he’s not actually mad—he’s just done with Danny's antics. Cue the video ending with Tim texting Danny something like, 'You’re so dead when I get home.' with the most murderous, yet flustered face ever.

And now, fans are losing their minds in the comments about how Danny would totally do that just to make Tim blush on camera (because its like hottest thing they've ever seen???)

[shepscapades]

[dbhc flavored] Hermit a Day May: Day 21 — Bdubs!

[idolomantises]

in the original sketch for Prince's introduction comic, Powers was going to be blushing with a broken heart next to her face, right after Prince yelled at her

I ended up scrapping it because I was worried about people thinking their relationship was romantic or Powers had a crush on them. Powers has a lot of admiration for angels, so getting yelled at one would hurt her feelings.

So i added a tear instead, i felt like it would convey those feelings better.

[seiwas]

cw: pro-hero bakugo, reader has boobs, kind of explicit/nsfw? idk i describe boobs, reader is smaller and shorter than bakugo, unedited sawry

bakugo's muscle tee looks as ill-fitting as it'll ever be draped over you.

there are reasons for this, perfectly founded and logical reasons for why that is—the main one being that, it's, well, his; two, maybe even three sizes larger than what it should be to fit you properly.

but, he can't stop staring, and there are reasons for that too—the main one being that, it's his, and yet, the only way he can ever imagine it now is when it's being worn by you.

your hips sway to the song you've been humming for the past five minutes. it's the same one, the chorus on a perpetual loop. he's sure it's the only part you know; you do this often enough that it's the only part he knows now, too.

the hem of his tee hits right at the top of your thighs, concealing just enough to tease, but he’s confident that if you reach up even the slightest bit for the cupboard overhead, there'll be nothing to hide.

he feels a little bit like a creep like this, watching as he stands in the middle of your shared living room, but it's impossible too look away—you've got to be doing this on purpose, right?

heat flares inside of him when you turn your body ever so slightly, the armhole of his muscle tee large enough to give him the clearest view of skin—

he gulps.

it's smooth, sloping just right; the side view of your under boob curves into its perfect shape and he can imagine it, feel—

(is this considered perving if he's been with you for years?)

the pan in front of you sizzles as you plop in god knows what. you pour in something from the side and wait, one hand propped on the hip you pop out. then, you pick up the pan, attempting to flip what's inside (probably a pancake, now that he thinks about it).

it’s hard to focus on what you’re cooking though, especially when all he sees is plump flesh jiggling, bouncing as you further agitate the pan.

he just got the pants of this suit readjusted, and now they're fucking tight.

bakugo normally runs hot; it’s kind of part of his dna. but this warmth is different, flushing him from head to toe. it creeps up the side of his neck, painting the tips of his ears a blooming red.

you turn around then, plopping the pancake on the plate atop the counter behind you.

"oh! you're done," you greet him with a smile. so. fucking. casually.

as if your tits aren't fucking peaking against the gray fabric of his tee.

as if you think he buys the fake innocence poorly concealing that sly, conniving look in your pretty eyes.

as if you aren't standing in front of him in his muscle tee, wearing nothing underneath it like you didn’t do this on purpose. like you don’t know what it fucking does to him.

his eyes squint suspiciously, deep vermillion staring straight into yours.

you tilt your head, the tips of your lashes kissing the top of your cheekbones as you blink. you reach for a bottle of honey.

“everything okay?” you ask, voice syrupy, sickeningly sweet.

your movements play in front of him languidly, the corner of your lips curling up slightly as you smirk. honey catches on your finger as you pop open the bottle cap.

he’s supposed to be out the door in five minutes if he wants to make it in time for a meeting at the agency. technically, he should already be there if he wants to keep up his track record of consistently being fifteen minutes too early.

but you start to approach him, rounding the kitchen island. there’s a narrow space between him and the slab of marble, but you slide into it like it was made for you.

he’s certain it was, from the way the tip of your nose brushes against his as you tiptoe. your tits are right fucking there, brushing against the skintight material of his suit.

there’s too much fucking fabric if you ask him, between cotton and spandex.

your grin widens, and he feels hot, the heat from his cheeks radiating.

then you whisper, still saccharine, “breakfast is ready,” before kissing him on the lips lightly. a short peck, soft in the way that promises more before you slip away, giggling in your retreat.

he huffs, watching you leave. his feet shift as he thinks.

five minutes, huh?

like hell he’s going to eat these damn pancakes for breakfast today.

[cryptocism]

"escape plan: Fly Outta There" is so chill and cool and normal in theory