#the shirt is actually stripped

[coralsgrimes]

The Stick Man at the bottled water event at Wimbledon

[xivclaymoore]

morrissey ripping his shirt off will ALWAYS make my jaw drop

[cresneta]

I have a question for those of you who have read chapter 83

Let's assume for a second that Yuri doesn't buy Loid's alibi of being at the hospital while all this Wheeler stuff has gone down, even though Yor saw him go in, and decides to check to see if Loid is injured in the same spot as Twilight. Let's also assume that Yuri recovers relatively quickly from whatever injuries he sustains this arc so he can go check in a timely manner. The injury is pretty high up in Twilight's arm so it may be difficult to roll up long sleeves over it to check for the injury. Do you think he's more likely to be subtle about checking for the injury, such as enlisting Yor's help or inviting the Forgers to go swimming, or do you think he's more likely to barge in and demand that Loid strip so he can check his arm?

[gayabeilles]

me, a former homestuck cosplayer, seeing all the other alastor cosplayers at the con wearing gray facepaint:

[silverislander]

finally got up the courage to trying binding w the kt tape i got months ago and oh my god. this is a game changer

[zippityzap]

Went into city centre today and embarked on an odyssey to find these: a pair of orange shorts for my upcoming Tony Tony Chopper cosplay.

It took 8000 steps of walking and exploring half the clothes shops in town but i did it!

[blue-polaroids]

i think she shoulda gotten cooler boots. this has been a psa

[dialux]

Oh yea the costumes in late got are so bad even if they are well made like the only one I actually like is sansas coronation gown

Ykw I don't like Sansa's gown either..... My girl looked flat and pastiche in that crown and her hair was SO BAD. The gown itself is fine but doesn't flatter Sophie at all. If it'd been me I'd have stripped the gloves, the weird metal bodice, and the asymmetric sleeves; emphasized Sophie's long neck with a v-neck a la her S1 tourney dress (which could have a ribbon border that echoes the show's neck collar) and done up her hair like for the Ramsay wedding in s5 or put it in a simpler braid that echoed Catelyn's s1 designs. The design of her sleeves was immensely good, but it was absolutely invisible to anyone who just watched the show- I didn't even remember it existed until I googled her coronation dress five minutes ago- so I'd probably flip that out as a one-shoulder cape pinned in place by her furs, and kept the sleeves cut close to her wrist. And then I'd brighten up the entire ensemble by dyeing it a brighter white, to emphasize the whole wedding-in-Winterfell s5 Ramsay wedding parallels without being completely on the nose.

[anders-hawke]

sorry i’m just. i’m rewatching the confessions of kristen bouchard rn. getting david’s forgiveness. how clearly the actual act of murdering orson leroux isn’t weighing on her but whether or not the people around her (especially david as her moral authority) will excise her from their lives. how she’s so so so afraid of david cutting her out of his life that she’s reverting to her childhood to approach her feelings of guilt. how the blanket dropping to the floor is her dropping her facade of being okay. how her setting down the ice pick is accepting her dependence on/attachment to david. how she doesn’t want to look at him because then she’ll have to know for sure what he thinks and as much as she pretends to be able to have all the answers through science you can’t navigate emotions through rationality.

[mokimokibloom]

My cousin still hasn't finished watching season three of mob psycho 100

[mdemn]

i walk into a coffee shop and order an iced chai and i know the barista clocked me as queer immediately because they said “and will that be with oak milk?” i’m SICK

[lupismaris]

Like i have so many thoughts about the production but all i can manage right now is Roxy and Velma were both MILFS (Charlotte d'Amboise as Roxy I'm in love), Jinkx as Mama set a new standard for the role imo (she channels Marcia Lewis and a glorious John Waters energy alongside her own elegance that i just adore), James T. Lane is the best Billy Flynn I've ever seen (best We Both Reached for the Gun AUGH), the jazz band being on stage as part of the set and ensemble was delicious, the ensemble was SO HOT HOLY SHIT, and R. Lowe as Mary Sunshine rewired my brain

Gods I'm just so fuckin queer

[msue0027]

Everytime 10 in a fic is in some kind of sexy/smutty situation and someone is hurriedly taking his shirt off to meet bare skin... No. Sorry, darling, this is wrong. He is a Queen of Layers, Master of Weird Outfits, Emotionally and Physically Enclosed Bitch, The Drama and The Moment, The Wearer of 2 T-shirts, a Shirt and 2 Jackets. It takes ages to strip that alien.

[ink-n-shadow]

currently having the softest thoughts about dad!simon :’))

like the way he’s stripping off his Henley t-shirt at the hospital right after you give birth because he “read somethin’ about how bein’ skin to skin is better fer ‘em,” not wasting any time in letting your newborn child rest on his tattooed chest while you take a small break.

or how he would gently push you back into bed when the baby starts crying in the middle of the night (especially in those first couple of days), answering your mumbled annoyance with a smeared kiss to your forehead and pulling the comforter up higher around your body. “haven’t ‘ad good sleep in nine months, lovie—i’ll take care of the bug, ‘lright? tha’s it, go back to bed sweetheart.” takes care of the baby while he watches footy and rugby, one arm cradling the swaddled up little one against his chest as the other nurses half a beer (the other half having been poured into soap’s cup of whiskey, “fer added flavor”).

the boys actually enjoy having to transition from nights out to the bar to nights crowded in yours and simon’s basement. they all take turns cradling your newborn gently, snapping at each other when they get a bit too rowdy and more than happy to give you a break from the baby whenever you needed it.

[killerpancakeburger]

Thinking about a Reader who ends up having Scary Dog Privileges with Ghost without meaning to. It just happened.

Then they have to deal with the fact that this comes with duties too.

Tags: civilian!reader, gn!reader, mostly fluff, a bit suggestive, smug!Ghost, smooth!Ghost. 800 words.

Part 2. Part 3.

When Ghost is reluctant to getting sutured in Medical after accidentally opening his stitches, grumbling he can do it himself, who does the nurse call for? Yeah, you.

She could stand her ground, after all she's used to dealing with big, whiny men, but it's much more fun to knock on your door and smile at your bewildered gaze and gaping mouth when she explains the situation in two sentences.

"Ghost's being difficult, mind taking over?" "I'm sorry, what the hell does this have to do with me?" "C'm'on, everyone on base knows he's got a soft spot for you. Don't you want to make my job easier?"

You roll your eyes and slam your hands on your desk as you get up. Groaning as you walk past her— "I'm doing this for you, nothing else, got it?"

Mumbling to yourself "you've got to be kidding me" as you barge into the sick bay. Ghost is coolly seated at the end of a bed, large as life, casual clothes as black as his mask and— oh. You weren't told the wound was on his thigh— you weren't warned that he didn’t have pants on. You can’t help it, your eyes go down, down, your lingering gaze and your flustered silence forming a confession louder than words.

A noise — a scoff or a grunt, you’re not sure — emanates from him, breaks your trance, makes you look up. The amusement in his gaze tells you he noticed your oggling— of course he did. Nothing gets past the Ghost, and you've been remarkably unsubtle. Despite the mask, you swear you can make out the smug smirk on his lips. His cockiness reignites your irritation. Annoyance making you bolder than you really are, you charge at him, crossing the distance between you two in a stride, stopping close— too close. He doesn't back off.

"What's wrong with you?" you snarl. "Nothin'," he retorts, imperturbable.

It's actually the first time you’re overlooking him. You may be enjoying it a bit too much. Nevermind the fact that you've had to wedge yourself between his parted legs to get there.

You frown, unconvinced by his answer.

“Did Soap contaminate you?”

Bargaining to be cleared out earlier was the Scotsman's trademark.

“Johnny throws a fit cos he hates feeling useless. That's not what I'm doing.”

A smirk stretches your lips.

“Oh, no? I'm sure your reasons are much more noble.”

“Doesn't matter. Got what I wanted anyway.”

He's way too self-satisfied for a man in his underwear.

You throw an unequivocal look in the direction of his injury.

“What you wanted? A still open wound?”

“You.”

He replied without missing a beat, as confident as usual. It is both alluring and aggravating.

“And your idea of wooing me is making me upset?”

You don't add “because if it is, that's really fucking stupid” out loud, but you’re sure he got the message through your tone.

“Nah. But you're more honest when you’re angry. Gutsier.”

You only realize he slipped his index and middle fingers in your trouser loops when he sharply tugs at them. Off balance, you steady yourself by catching his shoulders.

Taking advantage of the strip of bare skin between your shirt and bottoms, the pads of his thumbs idly stroke your hip bones. The contact sends electricity through you, shivers of pleasure running down your sides.

“Ghost,” you start, severe, trying not to let the effect his touch has on you show in your voice.

“Simon,” he counters, surly. “Told ya it's Simon when we're alone, didn't I?”

He did, but you didn’t think he was serious. If that's what it takes to get him to listen… you’ll play by his rules.

“Simon. What's the rest of your brilliant plan? I'm here, but I can’t stitch you up.”

“How ‘bout a deal. I'll stop resisting… for a price.”

You raise an amused eyebrow.

“What kind of price?”

“A kiss.”

You snort. You didn’t believe him capable of something so… puerile.

“With the mask on?”

He doesn't move a muscle to get rid of it.

“Take it off.”

You usually wouldn’t obey what sounds like an order so easily, but it's the first time you get to touch the skull. Slipping two fingers between skin and cloth, you slowly roll up the mask all the way under his nose.

You gently trace the scars surrounding his lips. Then, the second you feel him relax, grip on your hips slackening and intensity of his gaze waning, you grab the bottom of his mask and drag it back down vigorously, making the holes for the eyes land way too low for him to see anything.

“If you thought you'd get a reward for acting out, you've got another think coming.”

[teaboot]

One of the best parts about working at a sex shop is the employee discount, and yeah that means excellent deals on sex supplies but that's not the big brain part.

You come to my house. Something is cooking in the kitchen- it smells wonderful. What is it? It's novelty dick-shaped pasta. I've set up a sensual sexy Italian dinner. There are candles set up on the table. They're melting too fast, dripping everywhere- they're low temp waxplay pillar candles. For dessert, I serve you a delicious ice cream topped in penis-shaped rainbow confetti sprinkles and strawberry body paint drizzle, and afterwards, serve coffee with roasted hazelnut warming lube.

We play a board game while we drink. It's sexy monopoly. It's your turn. You roll the dice. They come up as 'whisper into' and 'butt'. I lost the original dice. We're using the sexy dice. You move four spaces.

After dinner, I run you a bath. A bubble bath. The bubble gel? Sensual ocean breeze. There are candles lined up around the tub. The scent is overpowering. Why? They're three-in-one fruit flavored massage oil candles. I'm using so much. It's so wasteful. Do you want to shave? I have conditioning shave cream that smells like limes. And an electric body razor, but you can't use that in the tub.

How about a bath bomb? You toss one in. It's cherry blossom scented. As it dissolves, three sexy bath sex suggestion cards fall out. They're all variations on doggy style, probably because fucking in a bathtub is probably the easiest way to break your hip.

The water cools. You get out an dry off with a novelty towel. If you wrap it around your chest, it looks like you have gigantic tatas bursting through the fabric like the Hulk.

You walk into the bedroom. I'm there, reading an instructional book titled "The Housewife's Guide To Every Day Stripping". I'm wearing a neck pillow designed to look like a massive curved weiner. Also a pair of fake leather bondage leggings and an oversized men's christmas T-shirt that says "Jingle My Bells" across the front.

I see you come in. I put down the book, take off the pillow. Offer you a massage. You accept. I already burned up all the massage candles so I pop a new bottle of CBD massage oil that says something wrong about Chakras on it. It's very gritty. That's because there's little chunks of amethyst in it for some fucking reason. It's fine, though. You say you don't mind.

I don't do massages very often. It's bad. You end up more tense than before. One of your muscles starts to cramp- it's okay. I whip out a bottle of Lidocane topical masculine performance numbing spray. You immediately feel like your shoulder went to the dentist. It's not ideal, but it's better than cramping.

You're not in the mood to bone after that. Which is good, cause I'm actually pretty asexual, but it hasn't come up yet so I'm relieved to avoid the conversation. Instead we get ready for bed. (The weather is terrible, and I insist you stay over.) I set up the futon, then realize it smells like cigarettes from the previous owner and shyly ask if you wanna cuddle in my room. You're down.

I crawl under the covers, placing my penis-shaped pink glitter pride bottle on the side table in case one of us wakes up thirsty. Once you're settled in, I turn off the glowing bare ass night light and the room goes black.

It takes a few seconds for your eyes to adjust, but when they do, you look up at the ceiling. It's dotted all over with little green flourescent lights. Are they plastic stars? No. I've pinned up a thousand glow in the dark condoms. God bless