#they are sappy

[doomedtokill]

pls pls pls share ur prongsfoot thoughts that are consuming u

they are all i've thought about all week

james was the first person to come out in the marauders, he grew in in a house hold of unconditional love so why wouldn't everyone else accept he was pan, liking everyone was key to his personality of loud but polite. siruis suddenly turned stoic towards him and something changed in their friendship as sirius pulled away from everyone, he became engrossed in his studies, barely talking, picking at his meals and his curtains always shut. his mind was a mess, james coming out forced him to finally come to terms with the fact hes liked james since first year, when every year hes pushed it down, only let him have small moments he could cherish as he had made up in his mind it would never happen and he was a freak for thinking these things about his best friend.

slowly james got him to talk again like how they became friends in first year, moments of kindness, silently studying together or quidditch practise. siruis still couldn't believe people were still being kind to him after he self sabotaged for months. as he became him self again, he still had this nagging fear james saw through him and knew he was in love with him

it started as little touches from james, a hand on his knee by the fire, sitting on top of each other to study, james looking over his shoulder for no reason. one day sirius becomes the funniest person on earth to james, and something shifts between them, siruis just stares at james as he laughs and he just knows james he likes him and hes never been happier as hes finally seen after james's relentless trying. he lets james keep his fun of flirting for a little longer as hes already so in love, nothing could make him hate james

[tomboyyyaoi]

i feel the people simply dont understand that vamery would have desperate clingy sweaty multiple rounds slimy sticky babbling obscene nonsense sex

[planetarytransformation]

so many of the transfems i know spent their time pre-transition performing a kind of lifelong exercise in self-deprivation, the goal of which was to find out exactly how little a person needed to live. they starved themselves, dressed carelessly, shunned friends, and hollowed themselves out so as not to be burdens on anyone but themselves.

i see it now, too, in the girls around me. i'll ask if they want care – a home-cooked meal, relaxed company, sex without the expectation of reciprocation – and they say no, no, thank you, i don't need it; what would you like, what do you want, because in their head they're still doing that awful calculus, still training themselves to disappear in the eyes of the people around them.

i don't think i'd have died without transition – not in the conventional sense, at least – but to take that leap, i had to stop thinking of myself as a human experiment in fuel-efficient living and start nurturing the anemic, atrophied flame of desire in my heart. i had to learn to eat well, to exercise, to style myself beautiful, but harder than that, i had to learn to ask the people around me to work on my behalf in order to enrich my life and give me the things i wanted.

and i did it; i learned. and it was agony, but courage is a muscle you can train, and every day i get better at accepting gifts with the hungry gratitude i never learned in my years and years as a sad, scared, lonely boy.

so be patient with the trans girls in your life. better than that: be proactive, attentive, generous; be forceful, if you have to, and learn to distinguish real discomfort from the terrified reflex of self-denial that so many of us once learned to rely on.

and if you are so lucky as to love a trans girl, you must insist upon her. you must insist upon her happiness, her comfort, her pleasure, and her rest, because she may still not yet know how to make those demands for herself. if you can devote any amount of energy to becoming an engine that nurtures the flame of even a single tgirl then there is a place for you in trans heaven, which as far as i'm concerned is the only one worth going to

[lemontongues]

shoutout to slow growers, late bloomers, people whose plans got derailed by circumstances beyond their control or their own choices, people who never had a plan to begin with, people who have had to start over when theyre too old to feel like theyre supposed to be where they are, people who cant pretend theyre built for the environment theyre in, and everyone who's not living the life they thought they would. im proud of you for making it this far and i hope you keep going until youre happy ♡

[camilleflyingrotten]

[notsolonedesert]

*taps the mic* Greatsword Lore *leaves*

Based on something Jorge dropped in a stream once

[teddybeartoji]

toji gets a bit giddy when he hears you call him your husband very casually. whether you're on the phone or you're just making small talk with your neighbor, his ears literally perk up the second you go "my husband". i think he gets a very and a very fuzzy feeling inside him any time you mention him anyway (sometimes he still finds it a little hard to believe that you would talk about him randomly to your friends or that you'd just bring him up during conversations) but the husband thing is just soooooooooo... it just makes him happy, okay?

he cracks a little smile, staring at you with sickeningly sweet eyes while you just keep on talking about him. "my husband that" and "my husband this" – it's like music to his ears. he will kiss you fucking stupid the second you finish the call/end the conversation and finally go home btw . he'll pull you into his arms and give you a tight squeeze, maybe pinch your sides a little just to hear you laugh, and he'll smile against your lips as a thank you.

[hinamie]

surprise it's yuri!!!in 2024

[finleycannotdraw]

I like to think combat training for these two became more complicated as they got older, if you know what I mean

I colored the last one first and then lowered my standards. give it up for 10yo ambrosius and his glaringly yellow shirt

[theminecraftbee]

i just keep thinking about what a labor of love technoblade vs 100 youtubers was. thinking about... i was scared to watch it at first, because i knew tommy was editing it, and i love tommy don't get me wrong but techno videos have such a specific pace and style of editing to them. but then. it's all so... the pacing is exactly a techno video. techodad reads the kind of narration techno would normally do (which i have been informed tommy wrote for him). the thumbnail is an appropriate piece of fanart, and there's an overly-serious quote in the description. the way the ending is paced. the entire extended joke about techno having the hiccups is EXACTLY something techno would leave in. i don't know man. it felt like exactly the kind of video techno would have made from that event, if he'd gotten the opportunity, and it's just... the effort that had to go into making it like that.

i miss technoblade, man, but this was a little like having him around again for a moment, you know?

[chiptrillino-art]

(ID in ALT text)

Something we don't consider enough in Howl!AU zukka. Is Zuko harassing the old man sokka. but he does so with young sokka as well hm...

idk how to post these but crused blond zuko and sokka aged compared to his youthful look side by side

(ID in ALT text) i tried with blond zuko, but i really can't commit to that sorry

[gojoest]

first time megs laughing at satoru’s silliness :,)

[bitingbooth]

Thinking about indulging in masochism as a positive part of play. Like so often I see people talking about a sub getting hit for disobedience or failing to do something or even as just a passive thing that happens and like sure that has its place. But like what about a sub doing a good job so they can earn getting flogged? Warning a brat that you won't bite them for the rest of the night if they keep up the attitude. Offering to beat someone until they're crying as motivation for them to get all their work done? What if the violence was full of love? What if I want your skin to show the world how much I love and care for you?

[beepboopappreciation]

Robots with extend-o arms that coil you into a tight hug.

Robots with a screen face that display a heart whenever you're around.

Robots who trust you to know where their power-off switch is located.

Robots who triple back-up the memories they forge when they're with you.

Robots who weren't quite built for love, but that didn't stop them from trying.

[cadmium-free]

The best thing in the world is when your friends tell you little tiny meaningless tidbits about their day. A photo of leaf they thought was cool, a complaint about a bad cup of coffee, an anecdote about a stranger they met, enthusing about a good thrift store find, a little drawing they made, talking about a class, sharing something silly their hair is doing, noting that they got to see one of their other friends. Just these little moments that don’t always need a proper response, but are an outpouring of fondness and affection. Someone was annoying at work and I know you’ll care about it. My cat keeps stealing my water and I know you’ll think it’s funny. They cared about that little moment and wanted to share it with someone else and that person was you.

[moechies]

toji ♡ crybaby pt. 2 cw ddlg themes

“m-m a big girl.”

you sniffle away sobs, forearm sliding across your glassy eyes, wiping your tears.

“yeah y’are. doin’ so good for daddy, hm?”

“yes..!”

“mm, daddy’s so proud of you.”

and he swears he feels your cunt clench around him. your pussy squelches with each thrust, every thrust puffing out pearlescent juices of your cum. you’re far past your limit, but your drive to please the man makes the pain inevitable.

“n’more cryin’ baby. big girls take it without cryin,’ right?”

“i-i can’t, f-feels too good t-toji, i— can’t, daddy—“

“shh, daddy’s got ya.” he giggles. you’re so amusing, he thinks. how a fragile little doll such as you, was one to become so infatuated with a man like him.

he’s a tank of a man. body roughed up and filled with scars he couldn’t tell you where he got them from, face as stoic as can be. anyone who dared to look in his direction was met with either a scoff, or a brutal death. he’s vile, and violent, but not with you; no, not with you.

how you manage to get so overwhelmed over some dick.. god it makes him dizzy. he understands to an extent how good it may feel, but you’re just.. different. and it drives him crazy.

“daddy— i love you. love you, please—“

and no. neither of you know what you’re begging for so desperately. but your sweetness, your vulnerability, it makes him want to protect you, to hold you, to love you with everything he has.

“g’nna cum daddy..! pleasepleaseplease let me— please.!”

“hah.. such a good fuckin’ girl. go’head baby, good girls always get to cum.”