#or im losing my mind

[kaogens]

happy autistic girl summer to those who celebrate

[fleshdyk3]

this is going to reduce me to tears like i cant handle this image

[warden-anders]

the way that irving and helly's body language INSTANTLY switched from conflict to comfort as soon as helena switched out was INSANE. he cradled her so fiercely AND SHE CLUNG BACK. irving knew he wasnt going to come back from that, but helly was worth more to him than his life was at that point. all she knows is that she's cold and wet and that irving was there, and of course irving wouldnt hurt her, so she embraces him back! anyway they love each other theyre family and i need to bite something

[pop-squeak]

i am fucking blown away by this panel i need you all to look at it

[mikeyrrevenge]

okay so............ they've had this PLANNED

[papirfecni]

heavy is a feeling I like

[ace-with--a-mace]

i think ive been in a constant state of melancholy

[cattakattywampus]

HANGING ON THE EDGE OF TOMORROOWWWW

[isjasz]

when the. the. the 🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌

[breeberrypies]

i hate these lesbians so much (i need them to be my dads)

[theartofmadeline]

yes i'm still thinking about the botw champions in 2024

[maigetheplatypus57]

why does this literally look like that trope of immortals/reincarnations looking at depictions of themselves in museums though

[symeona]

Image description: It's a drawing of a very young Ahsoka Tano. She's on her knees in front of a Clone Trooper's helmet. She's crying and her hands are tight fists on her lap. She's wearing a light blue Jedi robe with brown gloves and boots. The Clone helmet insta drawn in like her, it's left as a light colored sketch. The prompt for this drawing was the theme of "absence" and Ahsoka's first time mourning one of her fellow soldiers. End of description.

[funtergeist]

[tojisun]

im still high on dadbod simon so uhm thinking about someone at a bar hitting on you because they don’t know that the old man you’re out with is not a guardian nor a friend, but is your goddamn date. and while it doesn’t send simon down a spiral of insecurities, he still starts hovering even closer. he’s always pulling you to his lap, doesn’t matter who the company is. his friends quickly get used to the sight—how could they not? you’re a darling, and you look the prettiest dolled up on simon’s hold.

and when he’s fucking you, when he’s got you bearing all his weight while he fucks you on your knees, he uses the incident as dirty talk.

“remember ‘im, love?” simon croons, his voice almost drowned by the resonating sounds of skin slapping against skin. “he thought i’m not y’r daddy. thought y’re too good f’me.”

you keen underneath him, your body toppling to the mattress when your arms fall limp. simon easily follows, adjusting so that the jut of his gut sits atop your ass, and it should be a crime how this position wedges him even further in because he’s pressing against tender places, his cockhead nudging at something that almost makes it feel like he’s hitting the back of your throat.

“shh,” simon rumbles. “daddy’s got you, sweet’art. daddy’s got you.”