#she seems like a such a sweetheart

[canisalbus]

RE: Ludovica's girlfriend, I've been picturing her like my childhood dog. A solid coat might look nice against Ludovica's spots. My old girl had black fur with a strong brown undertone. She was a rescue (and the sweetest, calmest lady), but according to a DNA test (which I know aren't the most reliable) she was a Labrador Retriever / American Staffordshire Terrier / Chinese Shar Pei mix. She just passed recently. I guess that might be part of the reason I have this strong mental image. Hope you don't mind me sharing!

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[mctwinkdom]

They look so cute and amazing 😍

[cuoredimuschio]

okay, but where's my steddie AU where steve wants to learn to play guitar to impress a girl he's infatuated with and he remembers that munson kid was always hanging up posters for his weird band at school, so he hikes out to eddie's usual dealing spot behind the track and asks (with far less groveling than he really should have) if eddie will teach him how to play, and obviously eddie says no because why would he want to help king steve, but of course, steve offers to pay him, $20 a week, and well, that's the kind of get-the-hell-out-of-this-shithole-town cash eddie really can't afford to refuse, so fine, he'll teach steve to play and they'll spend inordinate amounts of time together tucked away in eddie's room and they'll start to see that they have more in common than they thought and that they kind of had each other all wrong, and eddie will put his hand over steve's to help him get the placement for a tricky chord and it totally won't awaken anything in either of them?? where is it??

edit: i started writing it

[evanpeterswifeyyy]

Might be controversial but I genuinely believe Natalie is the best woman Evan has dated yet

[perfectharmonyloveschaos]

Something I hope happens as time goes on is the attention for the main trio grows more equal, especially once Season 2 comes out. Cause I love the Ghoul as much as anyone, but it is kinda disheartening to see how overwhelming the fandom focuses on him when Lucy and Max are equally main characters.

[rain-and-jellyfish]

“i need a girlfriend”

“i need a boyfriend”

i need a pjsk event story where it’s tsukasa or kanade being “saved” instead of them constantly saving other people

[pandora-whowalksbetween]

I hate that I know exactly what his cooking videos would look like. He'd be a literally cursed Kay's Kitchen. Literal cursed instead of what Kay does. Every video would be like this:

[tiistirtipii]

So Aylin had her “friends” interrupt her and talk over her during a vulnerable moment. Then Sun hugging her when she’s given previous indication that she doesn’t like unexpected touch and for Sun still to do it even when she backs away. Then the group to applaud Ton for his weird bully saviour idea without making it clear if they’re even being sarcastic. And I’m supposed to believe that was a positive resolution to Aylin’s distress because she puts up a finger heart? Not buying it sorry

[wovenstarlight]

fully forgot that right up until noah introduction arc yerim was running on the assumption that yoojin and yoohyun had normal home lives. yoojin is like what? no the situation at home was fine it was just [DESCRIPTION OF APPALLING AMOUNTS OF CHILD NEGLECT] and yerim just sits there and goes Huh?

[liv45no]

I can TOTALLY see Enid doodling like little cats and ghosts and sometimes even Thing with a pen on Wednesday’s arms in class. At first she’d always give her cold looks à la ‘you’ve got five seconds to back off’, but Enid would always just reply with “hold still”. Wednesday just rolled her eyes, and the doodling became a permanent thing. Wednesday kept getting asked who was painting her arms and if they were still alive, whereupon she just gives them a direct gaze into the soul, replying with, “someone very special.”

[tokyohobi]

i've recently started listening to IVE and the way people hate on wonyoung so much is so crazy to me. the damn girl won't even do nothing except sit there or can do something as simple as flipping her hair and someone is gonna be somewhere in the comments calling her a "pick me" or saying they don't like her. it doesn't matter how small it is and someone will find an issue. i can understand not liking a person but goodness i cannot imagine being bothered by them that much. its beyond me

[tex-now]

stylish one is becoming a major character in the fic im writing and i know next to nothing about her... why....

she now has face blindness ive decided

[a-cloud-for-dreams]

The three Thorne brothers def have a type because they ALL had romantic feelings and/or was in a relationship with Juliana. Her power ✨

[navree]

"why isn't team black getting the kind of promo that team green is" characters boring and fandom annoying, next question

[softquietsteadylove]

A little spicy request for the runaway bride!

Gil comes home very exhausted and Thena decides to give him a massage and a little handjob as a bonus😳

Gil groaned as he sank into the bed. What a day it had been.

"Are you okay?"

He looked beside him with a soft smile. There she was, the woman he so loved and adored, the low light from the fireplace making her seem to glow like an angel. He found her hand with his, "I'm okay. Are you?"

Thena sighed, unwinding her hair from its braid as she also prepared to settle down for the night. "It was quite a scare to hear the hoof beats again."

He could imagine it was. It was a nightmare he had often, and he wasn't the one they were here to drag away. He squeezed her hand, "it's over for now, at least."

Thena looked at him again, smiling more, "you've had quite the day."

Gil sighed, not complaining (much) as she pulled him to sit up again. "Wasn't what I expected to come home to after work. And I dropped the flowers I found for you."

"Never mind that," she whispered gently, her hands on his shoulders, pressing and kneading like how he had showed her to do with the bread. "My poor Lumberjack."

Gil blushed, but he sank into her touch as she tried to work the knots out of his tired flesh. "You're here, that's all that matters to me."

"My valiant Lumberjack."

He shivered, her whisper far closer to his ear this time. He started leaning again, Thena following him. "You should get some rest."

"As should you," she agreed, lying down with him, her hand still on his chest.

They usually slept as solitary as possible in the bed, not that he was complaining. He tried to keep to himself because she was a lady, after all (a princess!). But he supposed one hand couldn't hurt.

"Relax, Gil," she whispered like a siren song, her hand moving over his chest.

Ah, what a dream to have the beautiful princess whispering in his ear to lull him to sleep. Her hand moved over his chest until it pressed over his nipple, pulling him back into wakefulness.

The hand moved lower still, delicate and almost meandering in its direction.

"Thena?" he whispered into the darkness.

"Sh," she whispered back, her hand still travelling lower until she found the trail of hair departing from his naval.

"Thena," he grunted, already starting to react to her teasing. He didn't want to consider himself this excitable, but he supposed that it had been a very - very - long time since he had indulged himself like this.

Perhaps a few mornings he would take care of the problem in solitude, as a gentleman should.

But Thena's soft, warm little hand slid down until she secured him in her palm. Her lips brushed against his ear, "let me."

Gil squeezed his eyes shut, his hears burning. Her hands were so soft, and she handled him so delicately. It only took a few strokes for him to quickly harden into her touch. "Thena, please."

She shushed him again, this time kissing and even nipping his ear as she lay beside him. She stroked him more firmly, letting the heel of her palm drag up the length of him. "Is this how you do it?"

He flushed bright red up at the ceiling.

Thena changed the angle of her strokes, letting him stand more upright under the sheets. "I woke one morning and you were still in bed, but I could hear you breathing."

Gil felt as if he would ignite. He usually tried to take care of the problem in private, but he had truly not believed he would make it the few steps to the back room if he had tried to rise with that particular...problem.

"I've never seen it," she confessed, and he had to admit he was relieved. "But I would like to."

Gil suppressed another moan as she reached the tip, exploring the new territory. "That's - hn! - more sensitive."

"Sorry," she whispered, practically giggling as she manhandled him very literally. She pressed her cheek to his shoulder as she continued. "I just want you to feel good."

Oh, he felt so good it surely was the worst crime to commit. He surely had something coming if he could experience pleasure like this, and by the hand of his darling Thena at that.

"Do you?" she whispered, and it sounded more like the Thena who was still a little unsure of everyday life, but fascinated by the concept.

"So good," Gil squeezed out. "So good you should stop."

"But you're not done."

He wasn't sure what fancy royal people knew about the body, in that sense. Did she even know what would happen if they continued? Or did princesses get taught that a man and woman would just lie on top of each other and then poof!--a baby would appear?

"Just let go, Gilgamesh."

"Shit," he cursed, which he also tried not to do around the lady. But his hips rose to her touch, trying to help them both achieve his release. She stroked faster, and firmer, wrapping her fingers around him too. "Thena, I'm close, hon."

She inhaled deeply, moving to kiss his neck, "it's okay, darling."

Gil groaned, his hips lifting as he came, his hands barely reaching in time to receive his spillage. Last thing he wanted was this all over the sheets. He panted, his eyes bugged wide. He hadn't had the satisfaction of a really good release in...well, about a year.

"Hm," Thena purred, leaving light kisses along his skin. Satisfied with her service to him, she laid her head on his shoulder. "Consider that a small thanks for my valiant rescue."

Gil blushed still, staring up at the ceiling, finally soft again but far from able to fall asleep. His hands rustled in the sheets, blindly reaching for the water and towel he left next to the bed.

Thena tugged at him, urging him not to move so much while she was trying to sleep.

"Sorry," he murmured, somewhat in a daze as he moved to hold her around the shoulders. He felt lighter than he had in ages. He was completely clear minded, but also exhausted. His skin burned, as if Thena's touch had left still-hot-ashes on his body.

"Night," she sighed, purring against him now that her part was done.

Gil was very far from sleep, but he had to admit: he felt better than he had in months. "Night, sweetheart."

[not-so-rosyyy]

Tessa is so well trained! 😱

Noon looks more and more like Voldemort with each passing day

I, for one, think it's partly because Tessa has long accepted her fate 😅

source: Sam's IG story