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[wiltking]

transgenderism win!!!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Dungeon Meshi: The RPG

[skeletoninthemelonland]

Straight to the serious stuff:

WILL SPRINGTRAP AND BELL HAVE A CRUSH ON EACHOTHER?

I've always wondered myself that, cuz they're just so silly together! I really love them as friends, but I'd- *explodes*

*comes back*

I'd- y'know, cOUPLE- AHDBDJFBHSHAHSUSHDYAYSYSHYASH *explodes again*

Do you. Do you think they'll have a crush on each other.

[ardentpoop]

freak.

[newtmas-supremxcy]

"Newtmas is so one sided Thomas never liked newt" tell me you haven't read the tmr books without telling me you haven't read tmr books ESPECIALLY fever code like my guy literally went into the death trap with the big scary mechanical spider monsters who inject you with poison just to save him and not to mention he broke the rules and snuck out with newt in the middle of the night so newt could reunite with his sister, like and that's just before the trilogy, in the fist book Thomas was already down bad all over again within literally a few days of having lost his memories- he literally thought that seeing newts smile made everything OK???? Like dude that boy is so very in love he's reached that I don't care whatever happens to me as long as you're ok phase

[respectthepetty]

I have several wild theories and random thoughts about Jack & Joker, and episode two gave me a lot of answers, like Joke’s chest tattoos are “Loyalty” and “Hate Love” (in black and red!)

But what I care most about is the colors! Joke wore red several times this episode starting with the prison uniform he wore at the beginning of the episode.

And when he opened his locker, all the items in it had red on them.

When he left the prison, he was, of course, all in red.

Because even when his face is hidden, the red gives Joke away.

It’s his color. When he performed the first con in episode one, his braces had red rubber bands.

When he performed the bank robbery, he wore a red tie.

And when he left his frowning face signature at the store, it was in red.

So in episode two, when he went to scam money from the loan sharks, he wore a red shirt (with the gold chain).

And in the end, he had a red rose around his neck, so we could know it was him without seeing his face.

So now that Jack has embodied his Jack the Reaper role, he starts wearing black.

Which could indicate his loss of hope and his acceptance of his doomed life.

But once he runs into Joke again,

And again,

And again,

Something changes in him due to his past popping up again.

Notice the red in the background?

As much as Jack is resistant to Joke’s reappearance, Joke has already schemed his way back into Jack’s . . . heart? Head? Life?

The light source appears to be coming from an altar, which if true, would be a nice nod to hope and repentance, two things Joke offers.

Jack watches over Save, who works at a restaurant with a red uniform, so I’m excited to see if Save’s personality is similar to Joke’s and perhaps this is why Jack worries about him.

And much like Jack, Joke has a bleeding heart (notice where he was cut) and wants to help others.

Including getting his gold chain back that was taken from him and a wedding ring back that means a lot to Jack considering it has his name all over it, and by “his name,” I mean Joke's since the ring is nestled in a case with a completely red interior.

But unlike the ring, which I’m confident Jack will put on Joke’s hand before this series ends, I’m not sure about the blues in this show.

In the first episode, both men wore blue, used a blue handkerchief to tend to their wounds, and now as Joke walked out of the prison, he wore blue sandals.

And perhaps my eyes are deceiving me, but even the whites look blue-ish.

And the darks look blue-ish.

And I think this is because the blue will connect these two.

Since it serves a reminder of who they once were and a happier time before everything went south for both of them.

But, once again, I’m not sure. Just like I’m not sure if my Tattoo x Aran ship is completely in my head even though I found it interesting that Tattoo knew Aran was the boss's son and what he would be doing without a second thought (as if he knows Aran from another time period).

However, it could just be that I like Tattoo and want him to have a rich boyfriend since he wore a Bob Ross shirt and got smacked with a hot pan while wearing a “City at Peace” shirt by a man named Hope (who I think will be a good guy).

SAIL SHIP SAIL!

[wh1sp3rr]

belated bday kisses with eiji + [2.4k wc]

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you had gotten up extra early today. wanted to surprise your sleepy boyfriend with breakfast in bed since he'd practically spoil you every other day. you gently slither out of his grasp, his arm slung loosley by your waist, belting you in his embrace. slowly, ever so slowly, you move out of the cozy warmth.

his mouth is slightly agape, you can hear his light breathing and you steal one last glance at him, adoring the way the sun's glow curves and bends around his tan face. his summer freckles fading now in the october air.

you smile to yourself, watch him unconciously shift and tap at your abscence. you slip away before your lack of prescence rouses him.

your suck your teeth at the cold kitchen floor your bare feet meet, shiny and cool.

you were going to make him heart-shaped pancakes. warm and fluffy. you begin by searching the cabinets for the ingredients, careful not to be too loud. eggs, milk, butter, sugar, strawberries you'll be sure to wash and slice into lovehearts too—the obvious. then tap and feel around for the maple syrup.

it was in the back in the top cabinet where everything was too high for you. on your tip-toes, you reach up, stretch your arm to its full length. fingers taut as they touch at nothing.

"need some help?" a familiar voice sounds behind you. deep and groggy—morning voice.

you almost flinch at the voice, so focused on the task at hand that you didn't even hear his heavy footsteps. your hands drop and your caught face shifts into a grin as you walk hurriedly towards him, arms wide as you hug him, chest flush against his bare one.

"happy birthday, baby!" you glee, voice excited and loving. his cheek is warm against your lips as you smack a loud kiss there. his sleepy eyes crease when he returns your soft smile.

his toned arms belt around your waist again like his sleepy self did and he speaks into your messy bedhead, "thank you, pretty."

you playfully push his chest, "go back to bed! i'll be done in fifteen minutes.”

"why? what are you making?" he teases.

"nope! back to bed! off you go!" and push him back to your cool bedroom, now bathed in the morning light with the blinds pulled high. he complies and lets you move his body, crawls back into bed without you, arm now propped up on his knee.

"fifteen minutes." you tap at his nose, and leave without another word.

you decide to clamber and climb atop the countertop to reach the maple syrup. halfway consumed, mostly by kirishima.

soon the kitchen island is decorated with all the equipment you need, the baby pink ones kiri bought for you after you showed him some really cute stuff nara smith had on your phone.

your hands become sticky with the strawberry juice trailing down your wrists as you carefully cut them into deliberate shapes. kirishima hums to himself as the familiar smell of the fruit layered with the pancakes hits his nose.

you plate everything and are sure to pour him and yourself each some jasmine tea, both of your favourite.

a little over fifteen minutes passes before kiri puts his phone down and away when you walk in, hands slightly shaky by each side of the breakfast tray from the collective weight as you place it gently on the duvet.

"voila," you say, proud of your efforts.

"oh wow, baby. is this for me?" he says, almost coy.

"of course," you sit down next to him, the strap of your tank top slipping off your shoulder, he picks it up for you, a gentleman after all. you smile at the gesture as you continue talking, "who else would it be for?"

the smile he offers you is deep and genuine, his dimple appearing.

"and the hearts?" he cups your face, "you're so cute."

you scrunch your nose and lean into his brief touch. he picks up the heart engraved cutlery you put on either side of the cream plate before you cut his action off, "wait! i almost forgot," you giggle sneakily.

you leave the room, and kiri's eyebrows crease in curiosity. he can hear you rustling around, scrounging the place for whatever it was that you were retrieving before the noise stops and you come back within a short minute.

your hands are behind your back before you surprise him suddenly, "ta da!" you sing.

clutched between your slender fingers is a yellow baggie with furry green nugs that kirishima's all too familiar with, "hanta?" he asks, light chuckle breaking up his question.

"hanta and denki! they said it was their birthday present for you." you pounce up on him, bag rustling in your grasp. "well, yeah. you're right, it was originally hanta's present. denki asked me to say it was from him too." you say defeatedly, "don't tell him i told you that."

"roger that," he salutes.

you lean over to the bedside table to grab your grinder and kirishima watches your movements, reaps the way your shorts ride up on your ass, is already excited for the sex today.

you catch him staring at you and feel the way his hand curves around your upper thigh, you blush and put your hand over his, point towards his plate with your other hand holding the bag and and grinder, "come on, eat up. it's gonna get cold!"

"alright, alright," he says calmly, removes his hand from your body.

he moans when he takes a bite, chews it slowly, savouring its flavour. "holy shit, this is delicious, baby! thank you."

"you're welcome," you say sincerely, happy with his enjoyment.

he takes another bite and through his mouthful speaks, "how much is that? he tell you?" he piques.

"um, i think he said it was a half a zip or something?"

he continues with his food, chuckling softly, "my guy," he says thoughtfully.

you fiddle with the papers and try to roll the joint tightly—unconfident. kiri glances at your struggling motion before he takes another bite, "want me to roll it?"

"no, i can do it!" you protest. try again, but watch it fall apart over your tray. "ughhh," you look up at the ceiling annoyed.

he smoothly moves his half eaten plate of food away near his hips and you let him take over, the manoeuvre easy for him.

you sigh as you watch him neatly roll the thing with little effort, like he was almost doing it thoughtlessly. you eye and grab the fork and knife on the table, cut the bottom of the second heart pancake off before feeding the triangle to eijiro. he smiles as he chews, eyes focused on the joint before he swallows and licks the adhesive.

you feel warm watching the action, pink muscle slicking the paper before he lifts his head and twists the top.

"another one?"

"up to you, birthday boy," you sigh contently.

he nods and puts the j behind his ear. rolls another. god, he looked so good like this. when his eyes were still small with sleep and voice deep from the same.

he taps and feels around the drawer for a lighter, succeeds and sparks up. your head lulls at the sound he makes when he sucks his teeth and exhales. he tokes again, doesn't inhale all the way and brings his hand behind your neck, your face already hot from what's about to happen.

his lips meet yours and he breathes out into you, it already hitting you—strong shit.

you exhale through your nose, not letting him pull back as you grab and rake your fingers through his hair, tongue deep in his mouth. he smiles and sucks on your bottom lip, bites it softly before placing the burning joint between your lips. hears you suck and pulls it away.

you eskimo kiss him and playfully breathe out in his face. he shuts his eyes, feels the smoke tickle his face before coolly handing you the jay.

"you still have to finish your breakfast..." you say softly, gently bite the fork, "open wide," you’re aware of the innuendo. and he complies, has you feed him another mouthful, his eyes don't move from yours.

you chew at your bottom lip slightly, cut another piece then slowly bring the glossy strawberry and sweet pancake to eijirou’s lips.

he grabs your hand before you can feed him, and he pushes the fork into your own mouth. you let the juices tingle on your tongue, stretch your jaw to chew your bite.

his hand is still clasped around yours, and the fork’s throngs hang on your lips. he watches your mouth move as you enjoy your creation, eyes honed in on the plumpness of your lips.

“how’s it taste, baby?” he asks, voice warm. pulsating. sexy.

you nod, then swallow. “so good.” you widen your eyes, make them look all glassy and doe-like. innocent even.

his teeth show in the smirk he gives you. hand unclasps your own then lets his thumb brush your bottom lip. pull it down a little bit. then smoothly slide under your ear so his fingers reach your nape and his face is pressed into yours in a kiss.

you moan softly. desire boiling inside you. love the feeling of his large hands supporting your head, massage your roots. you speak between kisses, “touch me later.” you breathe, “i wanna put on this lingerie i bought for you.”

“but i wanna fuck you now…” he whispers wantonly

you giggle, feel his tongue in your mouth. pull away and watch his eyes stay staring at your lips, begging to be drawn in.

“i know you do.” his lips reach for your jaw. then your neck, “but it’ll be so much more fun later…” your smaller hand rests atop his that cradles your face.

you feel him suck, then bite. nibble at your skin and kiss the bruise he leaves. his voices prickles your ear, hot and wanton like before.

his lips graze the outer shell as he speaks, “let me at least eat you out,” he gently reaches for your throat, “sit on my face,” he says before kissing your jaw and slipping the jay between your lips again. watches you suck then blow.

you feel his hand drop from your face and reach down for your pussy, already slick with your arousal. he fingers your over the thin cloth of your thong. slow and patient.

you let your jaw go slack at the feeling, feel eijirou’s words echo again, “come on. it’s my birthday, right?”

you laugh, all breathy and flustered, “shut up.”

“make me. tongue will be all up in you, baby.”

you withdraw from his grasp on your throat, smile at him and look into his wet eyes, pupils blown wide so there’s only a thin ring of red.

he scratches and massages the hair by your ear and you hum lightly. pleasant feeling buzzing around you.

soon, eijiro slides the breakfast tray off the bed and onto the bedside table, tokes the joint a last time before letting it burn out, then dips down and kisses your stomach.

then lower. and lower, till finally his lips meet where he’s been begging for them to.

you lift your hips and he kisses you through the fabric, easily slides you on top of him, breathing cut off but he doesn’t care.

he laps at the soft cotton. feels it getting wetter by the second and you bite your lip and rock your hips forward, letting his noise brush up where you need it to.

he hooks a finger under the thin lacy straps and pulls down, you adjust yourself and help him take off your underwear. when you sink back on him he instantly goes full speed. no slow movement at the start like he usually does but a rapid moment with his pink muscle reaching inside you.

your head is woozy and your body feels funny, the weed definitely not helping (or maybe it was?) and you let your voice sing. moan out everything.

you feel him so close to your core. warmth pooling in your stomach in such a way it has you calling his name in that way that he goes crazy over.

he swears there isn’t anything more sexy than hearing you say his name like that. it’s similar to the way you do when you touch yourself on facetime with him. but nothing could comes close to the way it sounded in real life and not some buzzy speaker.

he’s so passionate with the way he eats you up. passionate and on a frenzy. strokes your thighs up down. scraps your skin with his nails when your knuckles are desperately grabbing at his red locks.

you feel yourself getting closer. that mean tightness coming undone. slowly start to grind yourself on top of him rhythmically.

he suckles at your clit, doesn’t let go and leans in when it’s almost too much for you and you try to lift yourself completely off from him. but it’s no use. he’s completely latched onto you.

he would stay like this forever if he could. airflow barely existing. hands all over you. mouth sucking on nectar. his idea of heaven: you.

it was ironic how good he was treating you on his birthday but that’s what made him so perfect. always so thoughtful and doting on you in a way that’s almost fantastical. something you’d only read in fairytales.

“eijirou…” you desperately moan in that way he loves. voice all high and sexy.

he wraps his arms over your thighs, gluing you to him. he could feel you twitching. getting all wet and feeling you running down his chin.

till finally, your whole body gets hot and buzzes. lip caught between you teeth as you pull at his tufts.

you look down at him with an open mouth that breaks into a smile. you feel insanely good, and have to let out that cutesy little giggle you always did whenever he made you finish.

you move yourself off of him, him giving your pussy own final kiss before you plant yourself over his pelvis and straddle him like this.

your smile is wide when you reach down to his face, his hand is behind you neck and already caressing you, “i’m gonna fuck you so good later.” his lips are barely a few inches away from yours before he pulls you down and kisses you.

your lips stay interlocked when he lifts his back from the bed and has it flush with the headboard, hands planted on your hips. you taste yourself and the strawberries on him. sweet and fervent, tongues partnered.

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[ilovecatfr]

You don't have to be like everybody else

You don't have to fit into the norm

You are not here to conform

I am here to take a look inside myself

Recognize that I could be the eye, the eye of the storm

I am not my body, not my mind or my brain

Not my thoughts or feelings, I am not my DNA

I am the observer, I'm a witness of life

I live in the space between the stars and the sky

[linusbenjamin]

Oh, dear. It appears we have an issue with facial recognition. Person of Interest 5.02 — SNAFU

[marmosetpaw]

[lethxia]

mic pushing erasers goggles up his forehead before kissing him. not out of inherently romantic purposes like "i wanted to look into his deep chocolate brown honey gold soft doe eyes". just so he doesnt have to take his own sunglasses off because if they kiss like that their respective eyegear would clack together. Loudly. and present mic has a Look going on. the shades are a crucial part of him. they stay on during intense make out sessions And fights alike, ya dig?

[wiltking]

damn this book has it all. transgenders, man sluts, witches, eugenics, mystery illness, the allegory of cain and abel, working the gun of a fighter ship fully ass naked,

[lostl1sbons1ster]

The iconic Electra heart “tattoo”

[imakestuff1987]

Little Joe

He is my everything 🙏 design by @skeletoninthemelonland

[morgg-g]

happy lesbian visibilty week to her. i gave her a little bird

[respectthepetty]

Pit Babe 2 Colors Pilot Trailer

The crowd said I have to watch Pit Babe 2 the same way I watched the first season, so here I am starting early and watching the pilot trailer, muted, on double-speed, and without subs.

Wow! This brought back all the memories and emotions quickly, like being mad at Jeffrey for wearing blue AND red (this little son of bitch!). You're lucky my man loves you.

But I'm not as mad at Charles for wearing his blue while incorporating Barbie's black (and white too, Charles . . . okay)

Oh, and I'm thrilled Vegas' Hedgehog and Southwest Airlines FINALLY understood the group color-coding assignment and wore the right effin' colors for once!

And that Kimberly is fully invested in his new squad with his matching colors and blue.

Thank goodness everyone got blue flower bouquets for Way (WHO AIN'T DEAD!) including Peter who got the bluest set.

And I LOVED that the trouble showed up in their respective colors: Whiny Winifred is still red and a little bitch, Dean may have betrayed his family, but I think he is still loyal to the blue,

Kenta is still brooding in black

AND WAYMOND IS BACK IN BLACK TOO!

But I'm very worried about Big Red showing up in white because either he has seen the light and turned good, or he is actually dead, and he will be haunting the season, as in possessing someone.

Like maybe a super Alpha . . .

WHO CAN ABSORB POWERS!

Is Charlie really wearing white and Barbie's black, or someone else's colors?

DON'T LET HIM TOUCH YOU, BARBIE!