#sighhhhhhhh

[bbyxdarlinnn]

i just wanna be cuddling with the love of my life right now

[blossoms-and-petrichor]

[sonacava]

pretty idiot man <3

[fairylando]

okay the video is actually THE WORST

[frownyalfred]

fellas is it weird to *checks notes* write a fic that focuses on characters tagged in the fic

[bunnieswithknives]

Bros getting bullied by a ten year old

[samaraxmorgan]

Inumaki x deaf reader where you both bond over having a hard time talking to people, text each other constantly, you teach him how to sign curse words, and one day he surprises you by asking you to be his partner in sign language

[a-bucket-in-the-void]

i think we all need a week to just sleep

[mgu-h]

lando nostalgia 27/? • nov 2019 • official driver press conference

[teddybeartoji]

obviously sae's kisses will have your knees weak, obviously they'll leave you dazed; his lips are way softer than they should be, his taste sweeter, and the hand on your neck doesn't feel as foreign as you thought it would. it's heavy, but it's good – he keeps you in your place, biting down a smirk because he can tell how antsy you are, how much you want it.

your fingers curl into the material of his shirt and he doesn't miss the faint little sound you let out when he deepens the kiss. it's cute really, how bare you are in front of him – slowly but surely, he drips you of the layers you wear to shield yourself from everbody else, and dips his fingers into your insides. you cling to him like a stray, like he'll give you what you want. what you need.

he wasn't sure he would, he doubted it at first. but now that you're letting him have you like this, all pliant and vulnerable? he just might change his mind.

[ficandkaboodle]

I fucked up. Thought too hard about what the Papas might’ve pursued if they hadn’t become entangled with the Satanic Church. Besides the very real likelihood that they may not’ve even existed, I mean.

And I thought about how Terzo probably would’ve gone on to make movies. His style is not for everyone, but he has visions he wants to bring to reality because he believes beauty, in its many forms, should exist in this world. Inspiration comes in many bizarre and meaningful forms, and who is he to deny someone story of imagery that might catapult them into what they were made to pursue, the same way watching Metropolis way too young made him discover filmmaking? He’s known for putting up fights with executives and whatnot because he hates having to compromise more than what should be while still maintaining his original vision. Film students love him and he’s active on social media and answers questions and whatnot.

The industry calls him “difficult to work with” — and while those who’ve worked with him admit he tends to be very deadset on his ideas, they all agree: Working with Terzo is amazing because he’s still quite kind and respectful and will go to bat for them if executives or producers try and come in and switch them out with bigger names.

He’s known as the Dark Angel of the film industry.

[darknanigans]

what if instead of dying, mirage and v2 lived out their yuriful lives and turned into anime girls sometimes

[automatonwithautonomy]

isn't it boring to you? making stories all about the romance? ignoring the platonic and familial and literally just anything that isn't shipping? i adore relationship and character driven narratives but, god, aren't you tired?

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

This scene. 🥺

Vincent Price in The Baron of Arizona (1950)

[onesnoopyaday]

Snoopy #39

9/11/2024

[starrbright]

Haven

I had a really shit day yesterday, so.....this is just me venting.

It eats you. It makes your nerves creep, it twitches and itches. And you want to forget about it. You so badly want to forget about it that maybe you'd do anything to have it.

That includes begging your man.

You were already home, just burying yourself in some chores that needed to be done in your home, or distract yourself with other things, be that as it may as the hours passed by of him still not coming home yet—that gnawing feeling still stirs you. No matter how distracted in the moment you were, when it ends, it comes back again.

So what do you do when he finally comes home?

The second you heard the door opened, you laid down whatever that was you were doing, your feet so light as it stepped on the floor but one could not miss the heaviness you were keeping in just to keep it light.

He could never miss the suddenness in your gentleness despite it all. Easily seeing through you. He embraces you back, letting out a low chuckle as he does so, holding you tighter as you bury yourself in his arms. A shuddering breath you make as you tried to let go of what burdens you. He takes it willingly, wholly.

Finding yourselves in your bedroom then as he gets out of his work clothes, there you are on the edge of the bed."Do you wanna talk about it?" He asks simply.

You love him, you do. You trust him, with your whole life, yes. You rarely keep anything to each other, very much so....But this....is different.It's just a bad day, you tell yourself. Just one little thing that you wish to forget.

So, "No." Is what you answered. "I don't, I don't wanna talk about it, I don't wanna think about it." You begin, mind and mouth threatening to ramble. You don't stop it. Creeping thoughts finally being free from you. "I'm fine, I swear....I just—a heavy sigh that leaves you immediately—"I can't get it out my head, I feel so fucking terrible, I didn't do anything wrong or maybe I did—I know I did even though I did it for the right thing. I still feel bad and a completely stupid person"—your chest heaving at that point, your voice close to breaking. His gaze never left you, as he kneels in front of you, holding your hands. You break. "I just wanna forget, please...I don't wanna think about it anymore, I can't. Please, just help me, make me forget about it, please."

He knows when to not pry even if it was for the sake of comforting you, knows when to only listen and utter his gentle assurances, knows how much patience he should have.

So for now, that's what he does. He makes you forget.

Kisses that began all too gentle and slow. He knew how to work with your mind. Knew what to do to leave you breathless, that all what you'll be thinking of is how you'll be taking your breath back without panting like a puppy. He knew just the right amount of force of him grasping your throat that'll make you gasp. He knows that keeping up his agonizingly slow kisses will have you feel your cunt leaking in your panties, knows that what you'll be thinking of is to seek for some pressure down there, knows that a second later he'll be feeling your thighs twitch and you're gonna whimper and whine for more.

And he gives it, but not before he teases you, not before he makes you beg, not before he makes you call out his name over and over again and again while barely giving you what you need, not before he's made sure that all of you're thinking about now is him, just him and all of him. Because all the long hours of night, to dusk till dawn—what you will only know is him.

—may or may not delete this some time soon. (nope)