#t: it was only a kiss

[talleslittlelion]

'Cause there's nothing like it

Not like the way you mooovee

I can try but I can't hide it from youuu

'Cause I can't wait for youu

I can't wait for youuu 🎶

[violetscanfly]

The soundscape of this image is just glasses clacking together

[retributory]

the funniest flavor of lesbingqiu to me is if binghe comes back from the abyss having done some soul-searching and deciding she's a girl, and sqq's reaction instead of I TURNED THE PROTAGONIST GAY!?!?!???!!!? is I TURNED THE PROTAGONIST INTO A GIRL!?!?!?!?!????!??!! because of this he decides it's actually okay for him to be attracted to binghe, it's perfectly normal, actually, since binghe was already perfect anyways and actually the reason he was attracted to binghe the whole time was because he could tell she was a girl (he's straight so anything that makes his dick hard is a woman). this would make the plot go slightly smoother until sqq also does some soul-searching and comes to the crushing conclusion she is neither straight nor a man and has to be comforted by crying into binghe's big naturals

[anonymouscheeses]

I just want them to be absolutely head over heels with eachother. No one sided simping in my hazbin hotel!

[svtskneecaps]

lukewarm take of the evening: y'all care too much about being ""outdated"". fellas this smp moves inhumanly fast. it is ok to CHILL holy shit CHILL. y'all are like "(posts BANGER ART) super late guys sorry" friend i am hitting you with a blanket i am snapping you with my metaphorical towel WHAT DO YOU MEAN SORRY. "(posts BANGER FIC) rip this is outdated now" WHO CARES???? I LOVE YOU, OK. ohhhh woe is us as the fandom at large for having MORE HAPPY PILLS ARC CONTENT oh no how outdated!! how could you be writing speculative fiction about how forever felt during happy pills :( slash SARCASM!! WHAT DO YOU MEAN!!!! THERE ARE SO MANY BANGER ARCS, WHAT, YOU THINK WE'RE COMPLAINING????? FOR GETTING MORE OF THE CONTENT WE LOVED????? oh no we're past the period where everyone thought green gay ninjas were like Dead Dead, my work is now outdated and noncanon :( WDYM. GIMME. A BANGER IS A BANGER IDC IF IT TAKES THREE MONTHS. you think rome was built in a day?? fuck you, baltimore, GIMME. my ass has been cooking a goddamn backflipo family fic since july when it was ALREADY outdated do you think i fear god??? "oh no, you're making an edit of slime's (attempted) egg murdering spree?? how could you, that was months ago it's irrelevant" SAID NO ONE EVER.

save your wrists kidlings ok carpal tunnel is no joke. CHILL!!!!! CHILL!!!!!!!! TAKE YOUR TIME SHEEEEEESH OK LOVE YOU <3

[bigdumbtickler03]

I really just wanna snuggle a chubby guy, kiss his tummy, and make him giggle and smile. I think this would cure me 👉👈❤️

[rocketbirdie]

At some point Dark Zack has some or other mild (by his standards, compared to his situation) breakdown and pulls Kunsel into a hug and cries on his shoulder and Kunsel is just standing there paralysed with his arms out awkwardly to the side, heart beating practically out of his chest, seeing Cloud eyeing him speculatively from the corner and thinking “fuck fuck fuck what do I do what do I do. Zack needs comfort or he wouldn’t have grabbed me but if I hug him back Cloud might take my arms off fuck fuck fuckkkk” and everyone else in the room (I think someone of avalanche walked in on accident possibly?) is also holding their breath waiting for Cloud to snap and kill Zack’s SOLDIER friend that they frankly don’t trust either, but damn he doesn’t deserve whatever Cloud’s gonna do to him-

meanwhile Cloud in the corner isn’t actually thinking of ways to hurt Kunsel, for once he’s thinking slightly positively towards someone who isn’t Zack, something like “oh Zack trusts trusts this guy. Went to him for comfort and everything. Hmm. Maybe I can trust him a little too. He obviously knows how much Zack hates being touched since he’s not hugging back. I guess I don’t have to worry too much about him hurting Zack. Maybe he’ll know how to help me make Zack happy” and fully unaware that nobody can tell when his thinking face is oriented positively or violently because it looks the same and it’s making them nervous

aUAAH *BLOWS UP*

[satorisoup]

people will think im ordinary until they say one (1) thing about tmnt and all of a sudden im explaining the entire lore starting from the 1990’s movie & why donatello is the best turtle i fear… T^T

tag limit fights me… i must yap… please listen… SOB </3

[thecowboykatsuki-anon]

fwb! Dabi who gets a little too drunk and starts to taunt you about how bad you want him, crowding into your space as he gets a little too mean, cooing how much you wish he was yours completely.

How badly you want to hold his hand, wanna do more than fuck him in the dark, his eyes searching your gaze when he claims you’d be willing to die for him, and slowly, slowly, the sharp edge of his words dulls as his voice grows softer, and he gets caught up in the fantasy he claims he’d never want with you.

[taffy-glitch]

Me at 8:00 am when my alarm goes off: ok i should get out of bed soon so i have plenty of time to eat breakfast and get ready before i have to leave at 9:45

Me from 8:01-9:30:

[lsleofthelost]

doomed toxic yuri goggles are ON with Bridget and Ella

[gorldock]

because i missed it yesterday^

my dm's are open, by the way

[tomogirl]

Ok as of recent my biggest fantasy so far (and something I can't stop imagining) is just having hands touch all over me, it can be wholesome like tummy rubs, headrubs, back massage, just touching and caressing my body softly from head to toe, absolutely everywhere

But it can also get,,,, naughty,,,

(Yeah the rest is going below I got outta hand with my own lil fantasy 😳🫣😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫)

Like maybe a pair of hands start to undo my pants, noticing how excited I'm started to get, my face getting redder as the hands get a little more devious

maybe tummy rubs turn into occasional side scribbles and squeezes or unpredictable tummy pokes

The hands giving me headrubs start to tickle my neck, or gently trace around my ears

The hands on my thighs help to pull my pants down, then my underwear to reveal me all excited at what's happening to me~

And just second after second it switches from relaxing one moment to tickly to absolute pleasure, maybe they mix up the three every moment or so to catch me off guard

Just,,, wholesome and naughty hands all over me,,, I need it 🫣😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[burnthatbridge]

the winner takes it all (the loser has to fall)

buddie | T | 4k | absolute shenanigans Buck and Lucy compete to see who's the better kisser. Eddie somehow finds himself the judge.

The thing is, Eddie likes Lucy.

It’s not surprising. Eddie might not necessarily let anyone close easy, but, when he does, he forms strong bonds. And he’s fine with causal friendships, good at working relationships. He’s not known for disliking people.

(That anyone who had seen him interact with Taylor would disagree is an outlier, and he feels justified in it. And he thinks, given the context, that the tone he took when he spoke about Abby can be forgiven. Also, there’s no such thing as mind-reading, so no one can know the less than fair thoughts he’s had about Ali. So, yeah, anyway–)

Eddie’s good at getting on with people, better at it still in the context of 118 gatherings, surrounded by his favorite people. And he likes Lucy.

She’s good at her job, a great firefighter; she’s funny, especially when her and Ravi are paired up, bouncing off one another; she’s excellent company, has kept up a stream of entertaining conversation this evening. Even if it has been punctuated by whatever the next game in this strange competition her and Buck seem to have going is.

Eddie likes Lucy. He does.

It’s just, that’s hard for him to remember, to maintain, when Buck’s next proposed superiority to her is: “Well, I’m a better kisser.”

Eddie’s not sure how this got started, thinks he missed the inciting incident when he was at the bar getting drinks. Unless this is merely a continuation of the various duels they’ve done at work. It’s been established that Buck can take the pole faster, but Lucy can get into her gear in a time that challenges even Chim’s. That Buck can polish the rims on the engine like no one else, but Lucy can restock supplies like each drawer becomes Mary Poppins’ bag in her hands. That Buck makes better eggs, but Lucy’s sandwiches are superior.

Lucy’s been a firefighter for ten years, so it’s not a surprise that she’s got Buck beat on number of five-alarm fires extinguished, rope rescues completed, and sexcapades-gone-wrong responded to. It’s actually worrying that Buck has her beat on injuries when he’s been in the job for barely more than half the time she has.

Tonight, at their usual karaoke bar, all of their bouts have been silly fun — who can build the tallest tower of beer mats (Lucy), who can eat the most peanuts in 30 seconds (Buck), who can best flirt their way to a free drink from the bartender (Lucy) — none of the results making a sick sensation settle in Eddie’s gut like it did when Buck was ticking off near-death — and actual death — experiences on his fingers, blowing past Lucy’s tally.

It’s not exactly the same, but he feels a bit of that nausea creep in now, Buck turned away from him in the booth, head and shoulders twisted around to look at Lucy on his left, as she raises a skeptical brow.

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[sciderman]

Who are your celebrity crushes?

hoooh man. hoh man. i don't know, i don't do the whole obsessing over a celebrity sort of a thing that i constantly see on my twitter feed and i generally find i prefer not to know or engage a lot with people outside of their art or whatever because i think it's weird and i think parasocial relationships are uncomfortable (as someone who's been on the receiving end of it)

that being said, in my honest (correct) opinion, there has never been nor will there ever be a human being on this planet more attractive than george michael. i think he might have been the prettiest creature to have ever walked the earth, a