#they’re so gorgeous I cry

[bokutoko]

i don’t think you guys realize that these panels saved my life

[thetorturedlovergirl]

OKOK HEAR ME OUT

this Yaz with this 13

[blossoms-phan]

guys I’m actually going insane like they’re literally in love with each other

[thefrsers]

AHHHHHHH THERES MOREEEEEE AND IM LOSING MY MIND GOING INSANNNEEEEE (x)

[mostlykind]

I am obsessed with this design!!!!! it’s a flower!!!!!!

[sifonie]

pride icon ‘cause why the hell NOT

[biscuit-sheep]

Susato’s themes in the tgaa soundtrack make me horribly depressed in such a good way.

[arttheclown]

how i’m holding up after watching the beginning of the end for the first time and seeing discord’s speech to twilight

[rosicheeks]

😭

[gaylittleguys]

tearing up looking at video of the war horse puppets

[somethingserious]

i can’t fucking believe we get to see Kieran and Sarah win their Emmys in just a few months. It’s the happy ending we all deserve

[mossywizard]

Yah know I could not blindly trust bud tenders but- so far! It’s paid off!

[justpwipple]

Y’all I just went on a Vocaloid spree listen to these sad ass motherfuckers y’all

And these two are a duo, in order?

[thedolldyke]

i’m still sad about rainbow high going downhill but at least I’ve been able to actually get my grails for reasonable prices now

[marzipanandminutiae]

You know, part of me is rather bitterly wondering why I even care

The house is for sale, but it’s not like I will ever own it. It will get bought by some horrible investment company or a real estate bro or some thing. The only alteration anyone would ever do to it at this point is to tear out more original details or divide it up into even smaller units to squeeze more money out of renters or something. They don’t give a single damn about the original layout, except in as much as it might impact any future plans to fuck up the house even further- I mean, Renovate To Maximize Profit :) :) :)

(And even if I could afford it… What, I’m going to pull the housing rug out from under the people who live in the other unit so I can bring it back to a single family? I couldn’t do that. I would only feel comfortable doing that in a divided house that was completely vacated before I bought it. And my goal is a single-family Victorian someday, so. That makes this house completely unsuitable)

Why am I even going to all this trouble for a place I’m only going to live in for a couple of years maximum? A place where absolutely no one who owns it in the future is going to give a single damn what I find or use the information in any way? A place where any change at this point will realistically only be for the worse and break my heart if I get attached to it?

I don’t know. But I’m not going to stop, because I still want to Learn

Maybe just because the house deserves to have someone care

get in loser we're trying to figure out the original layout of the 1890s house I live in (based primarily on real estate listing photos, for the other unit)

[moechies]

“‘s okay, calm down pretty girl,” suna purrs.

you whine, suna’s fingers coming up to comb through the soft locks of your hair. his cock slips out from under you, missing your cunt before dragging across your thigh.

suna almost laughs; laughs at the naivety of your actions. how could a girl in her 20s not know how to sit on cock? but much less is expected from a virgin, he presumes.

he sees your pretty bulbs well up with tears in frustration, a light blush crawling up to your cheeks as you nibble on your bottom lip; so he decides to play it nice.

“i—i can’t! c—can’t do it, help me, rinnie!”

“shh,” he chuckles, pressing a plush kiss against your puffed cheek. “rinnie will teach you, okay?”

you huff, not in acceptance or denial; you want him to do it all! you want him to lay you down and take you there, and not have to go though all of this humiliation. but he insists; insists that it’ll hurt less, and it’ll feel better quicker. but truly, it’s just to see you like this.

all teary and frustrated, with the cutest pout on your face. he thinks you look like a doll.

“line yourself up with the tip,” he whispers, laying back once again, leaving all of the work for you. you do as you’re told, taking a hold of his cock with writhe, shaky fingers. you lift the heavy weight from his stomach, pointing the bulbous tip peripheral to your fat slit.

“g—good,” he breathes, a warm hand coming to envelop your shaky thigh. “now press the tip against your slit, like they’re kissin.’”

suna chuckles when you huff at his poor choice of words, but you do just so, lowering yourself onto his cock just so his cock head sits within your slit.

“almost there,” he groans at the mix of your twos juices from below, breathes shaky. surely it hadn’t been his first time, but this was so damn intimate. it made him nervous. “yeah, now press yourself onto him.”

and you do; feeling your walls clasp against the fat of his cock. it's overwhelming for the both of you; and he was sure you'd fail to get him inside again. "rin—!” you gasp, a lilt burn in your cunt. you want him to make it all go away. “b—burns, rin, help,”

he shushes you gently, both hands coming to support your giving thighs from under. it's too much pressure on his sweet girl, he knows. but it would've been such a pity to miss this sight; your eyes lidded, lips swollen and plush, and entire body flexed with a thin coat of sweat that paints you, and it makes you look like gold.

“that’s it , takin’ me so well, angel girl. mhm.” he sighs, lowering you to grind onto his tip. you whine at the intrusion, in disbelief that you’d have to take any more than this some day. it’s so thick.

“r—rin,” you cry, hips following the movements of his leading hands, “it feels s—so good!” you moan. oh, you’re distracting him, gorgeous girl. suna’s left hand slips from under, allowing your weight to pummel your cunt further onto his dick on accident.

“fuck, sorry baby.”

you squeal in a slight pain, fist clenching against his shoulder. you throw your head back unintentionally, throat dry with a hoarse gasp.

suna holds still, and it feels a lot better once you’ve settled down. “feels better angel? c’mon, tell rin.” you mewl in content, giving him a short peck on the lips. “m-mhm, feels better.. hnn—“

you’re a sweet little thing, and he adores every single inch of you.

“kay, doll. ‘s time to make rinnie feel good too, okay ?”