#right here officer

[floofsselfshipblog]

Huh….ya know, I want to know why I’m so attracted to himbos and morally reprehensible women? Like….where did that come from?

These bitches:

Ohhhhhhhhh- that’s where that comes from

[pancake-loving-pandemi]

ALRIGHT YOU REMEMBER WHEN I SAID "I BET THIS FUCKET ISN'T EVEN GAY"?

SHIT. FUCKING HELL. I BETTED MONEY. I OWE $25~ FUCKING BUCKS. BECAUSE OF THIS FUCKER RIGHT HERE. OH, AND HE DENIED BEING A DRAG QUEEN IN HIS EARLIER YEARS, BUT ADMITTED TO DRESSING AS A WOMAN.

I CAN'T WITH HIS LIES ANYMORW

I can't. I won't.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

Lackadaisy Enrichment

[godbirdart]

i've been working towards my dream office for ten years and i'm sO overjoyed that i can finally point at it and go: PLEASE LOOK AT IT

also the fact that I can enjoy ACTUAL, REAL SUNLIGHT during my work hours compared to the dark corner i was working in this time last year is just, SO so nice,, 😭💖

[auspicioustidings]

Soap thinks he is the kinkiest of the 141 for sure. He's had a threesome before. One time he let a lassie finger his arse. He's even went down on a girl in a bathroom stall in a club before!

Poor boy is in for a rude awakening on how vast the world of kink actually is when Ghost casually invites him to a members only club as his guest. Price is a member too actually, is going to bring Gaz. It can be a nice 141 night out :)

[adhdandcomics]

perhaps the most important question i’ve ever asked:

does anyone have tips for people trying to stop being chronically late to everything in the world that aren’t weirdly judgmental and aggressive or flat out lies

[blueskittlesart]

i know we love the usps here but oh my god these bitches are getting on my last nerve

[dipperscavern]

Can i request Robb Stark with reader who doesn’t like the cold/gets cold easily?

absolutely!! thank you sm for the ask <3

ʚ‎‏ ͜ ̩͙ ︵ ̩͙ ୨ ♡ ୧ ̩͙ ‏︵ ̩͙ ͜ ɞ

you’ve always hated the cold. ironic, considering you live in the north, but it’s true. the heat you can handle. sure, it’s annoying, but you can function. but when you’re cold, all you can think about is the last time you were warm.

the only times you’ll brave the cold are to go to the godswood (and pray for warmth), to hunt, and to ride. anything else can either wait until the sun makes its appearance, or can be done inside the warm halls of winterfell. those are your exceptions.

okay, well, when you said hunting — you meant by yourself. maybe theon. you did not mean the entire royal hunting party of winterfell.

your first response was to deny the invitation to the day-long affair of bracing the cold, but you’re the best archer in winterfell. they need you. and ned stark himself asked you to come, so here you were. trudging through the wolfswood, draped in furs & freezing your arse off.

“I can’t believe she’s doin’ it. Look at her..” theon murmurs to robb. robb nods, the corners of his lips tugging up in a smirk as he watches you.

you’re tightly wound, trying to conserve what little warmth you have. you practically radiate dislike, and theons got bets on how long you’ll last until you call upon the old gods to strike the entire forest down (midday). your horse doesn’t carry your disdain for the snow. having been bred for the cold, it dutifully marches on — allowing you to hug yourself tightly, conserving what little warmth you have.

robb’s brows pinch in sympathy knowing your misery, but he can’t help the silent thanks he gives to the gods for dragging you out here. to rectify that, he sends a silent prayer to ask that the stag that was spotted is caught quickly, so you can retreat back to the heated halls of winterfell. he’s not entirely selfish.

apparently the gods are not taking prayers today.

every time the scent is picked up or tracks are spotted, they’re lost just as easily. even greywind isn’t having any luck — but then again, he’s barely the size of a dog. even so, robb can see your resolve withering. he attempts to fix it, draping his outermost layered fur coat over you. you lightly shiver, sighing as you feel the extra layer work to trap more of your warmth.

“I owe you my life.”

“You’ll be alright. ‘S not too bad out ‘ere.”

his attempts at making the cold seem better than it actually is only result in you sending him a glare, and he’s not sure he’s ever seen such hatred. your conversation is interrupted by shouts, and the scent is picked up once more. they’ve spotted the animal running off, and ned orders for people to go around & enclose it.

you’re eager to get it over with and be done, ready to return to the fur blankets in your room. ready to be warm.

you tie your horse, getting off & trudging to where you guess it’ll be forced to go. most of everyone is focused on pushing it in this direction, and you can only hope there’s a weirwood around here to hear your prayers. you hear shouts, the hooves of horses, and something tearing through the trees. you raise your bow, notching an arrow & waiting.

“Atta girl!” ned says, arm wrapped around your shoulders.

the stag lays on the ground, dead, with an arrow in its skull. you offer a polite smile, but really, you’re just thanking the gods it’s done with. there’s snow in your boots, you’re shivering, your knuckles are red, and you can feel the cold in your bones. you saunter over to robb and theon, muttering under your breath.

“Curse the cold. Curse the cold. Curse the cold…”

theon snickers to himself, and you have half a mind to knock him off his horse. you’re feeling merciful, and instead choose peace. you untie your horse, eagerly starting the journey back to winterfell.

thanks to your arrow, everyone eats well that night, including you. the hall is warm, the atmosphere filled with laughter & your belly is full — a right reward for getting frostbite on your liver. you decide to retire to bed early, the days activities having you beat. robb walks you to your chambers, and you lean into his warmth. he’s always run hot, and he’s happy to share the body heat.

you arrive to the door, and turn to robb to say goodnight. you subconsciously chase his warmth, grabbing one of his hands & playing with it, feeling your cooler ones heat up from the contact.

“Y’did good today.”

you shrug. “Wasn’t horrible…” you’re lying. it was. robb knows it too.

he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “Still. Know you hate the cold.”

robb’s hand goes to your jaw, tilting it up as he kisses you. his lips are soft, and warm. he’s caught you off guard, and you can feel him smiling against your lips. once the kiss breaks, you both linger in each others presence. has he ever been so charming?

he’s out to prove you right when he leans in, kissing your temple & murmuring a soft “Night, pretty.”

he turns & walks down the hallway, knowing if he looks back he won’t be sleeping in his room. you watch him leave, and you feel your cheeks heat up as you open your door & step inside.

maybe you’ll have to brave the cold more often.

[corpusdiem-seizethedead]

Husk: *flirting* On a scale of one to ten, you're a nine, because I'm the one you need.

Angel: …I'm a ten

Husk: It's a pickup line-

Angel: *clapping between syllables* I.👏 Am.👏 A.👏 Ten.👏

[olessan]

1x03 "Adar" | 1x05 "Partings"

[naamahdarling]

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[afrofairysblog]

Once again, America is continuing to be the weakest link (especially spiritually)

[simcardiac-arrested]

wait, that elias?

[toads-n-moss]

[ no dl6 au ]

hey fellas, is it gay to stare intensely into your rival's eyes while you both mutually test your limits during your sparring session. also your faces keep getting really close to each other-

anyways, happy narumitsu day :3

[alexanderpearce]

whatever self portraits as office girl on mountain (2024)

[mueritos]

been sitting with a half filled mail in ballot in my room for a week now mulling over who tf to vote for. ive got people online claiming that theyre fine with genocide overseas as long as kamala can maintain trans rights, and we're two weeks from the election and she's saying she won't even fight to restore trans bans in any state because we should "follow" the law?? i dont want any fucking person to tell me that voting for this woman will help me or my communities in anyway. if she loses, this isn't the fault of non-voters, this is the fault of a so-called "progressive" party making their case as morally "better" than republicans on the basis that they haven't built their own wall YET, or that at the very least they aren't immediately wiping out an entire ethnic population....you're all fucking freaks. I don't want MY RIGHTS at the cost of palestinian life??? this makes me want to vote third party even more cause there's no way I can sleep at night knowing I voted for someone who gives absolutely no shit about what the majority of the US population agrees on (weapons embargo, gender-affirming care, healthcare expansion, student loan forgiveness, increase in wages). i would rather spend my time ruminating over my ballot with people who make me feel safe and seen and who are working on building tools and supports within our greater community. i have a privilege to be so over this, but myself and other marginalized people deserve to voice our criticisms and concerns without being shamed into making a decision. shaming people to fall in line on an election where they don't feel protected regardless of the outcome will force people to become more disillusioned...and i dont fucking blame them for being more disillusioned either.