#this has been on my mind all day

[lilacgaby]

katsuki, but you were the one who got away.

you and him who'd spent countless nights together, embracing and confessing feelings mutual.

you and him who'd confide in eachother, telling each other your darkest secrets, your nightmares, your insecurities.

insecurities that had led him to leave you.

katsuki, who believed you deserved better. who felt your heartfelt words and genuine love for him was wasted. who thought there was someone else who could love you better, give you something more than himself.

katsuki, who felt worthless when he made you the only one who fought for the relationship. he, who wanted you to hate him.

he, who felt that his nightmares were confirmed when you'd gotten into another relationship. when you'd gotten proposed to in just months.

he, who let you go, right?

wrong.

he knew it was wrong, selfish of him. but he couldn't care. he couldn't regret his decision, not when it left him leaving the church with you in his arms.

not when he was left breathless from the kisses shared between you two, thousands of unspoken words shared.

not when he felt your hands on him for the first time in forever.

not when he had won you back.

[jadeoru]

this with akaashi....... yeah...

[gojoest]

the way satoru sounds when he makes love to you…through all the grunts and moans there are words that come from the bottom of his heart. something about the way he speaks them makes you think you’ve never ever heard them before, even though they are words, confessions, that you are deeply familiar with—“i love you”—you hear them multiple times a day, but they just hit different now. what makes them seem like a foreign language to your perception is the way he speaks them. with a shaky voice, through stutters—as he’s trying to catch his breath, through audible whispers that he tries to yell but his voice keeps betraying him. his throat is dry, too dry in fact—he’s been breathing through his mouth as he darts in and out of you in a steady rhythm, there’s still some drool around the corners of his lips but it’s not glistening anymore—it’s starting to dry too, and he can’t produce anymore of it bc his mouth’s been hanging open all this time. but still, he conveys his feelings to you. his words walk out slowly and quietly from the desert that is his mouth, hoping to find some water between your lips

[coachbeards]

She accused me of being jealous. Me. Because I told her it's hard to know where I stand, which it is, because she never says 'I love you.'

TED LASSO - (2020-2023) ↳ 2.09 | 3.12

[vampkomori]

[marchsfreakshow]

The urge to watch Evan's full filmography is getting bigger and bigger.

An urge I feel I cannot ignore any longer.

[3amclothesmonster]

Natalie never really liked the idea of working under some immortal Eldritch. Sure, she did it in her late teen years but only for the purpose of survival. Toby on the other hand, never saw much of the problem with it, it was better then working some crummy office job, he thought. So when she ran away to start a new life Toby was heart broken. Often, Toby would follow Natalie to her job and order a coffee or something. Now its just evolved to constant sneaking out of his own cabin to go meet up with her for a date night or sleep over at Natalie's. Their favorite spot is Niagara falls.

[passiveagressivepoet]

important destiel question

[bisexualjonahsimms]

I am making him transgender 🏳️‍⚧️

[profoundlyfaded]

[HC] First Night in Waterdeep (Gale x Ayressa)

It doesn’t take long for the tour of his home to turn into the couple making love, removing each other’s clothes, barely reaching his, their, bed. Gale is absolutely mesmerised by have Ayressa with him, and hours pass as they make love; body, heart and soul all entwining.

After, he falls asleep as Ayressa slips into her trance, able to fully relax in the safety of their new home.

And she also wakes first, only needing a few hours and leaves her fiancé to his rest. In the strange darkness, it is the most relaxed Ayressa has seen him. Finding her clothes strewn across the floor and her luggage unpacked down stairs, Ayressa pulls Gale’s shirt on instead.

A creature of curiosity with her own thirst for knowledge she begins exploring tower, hunting through the shelves and studying the books he owns, occasionally pulling a tome free to study it a little closer.

And a little while later, that is how Gale finds her after waking. He felt a notch of panic when she wasn’t still in bed, but her clothes on the floor told him she hadn’t left, not that she would but sometimes there is a little shadow of doubt.

Seeing Ayressa in his shirt, the hem brushing against her thighs and her silvery white and pinkish hair falling in soft waves towards her waist. He’s speechless.

She’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, but this…

Torn between wanting to watch her move on his clothes and grabbing her, turning to him and making love to her again against the book shelves.

And Ayressa knows he’s there, she has this second instinct forged from the times they’ve channeled the Weave together. He feels like a symphony to her, something that has grown in power over recent months, and Ayressa loves it.

She glances over her shoulder, her expression is frankly filthy as she casually comments on the book she’s reading. Seconds later her back is against the book, her lovers lips suckling at her neck as her hands rake into his hair.

[plushiepalz]

same pose

[urboned]

[icbmil]

Chats inside The Fort

“No, what do you mean too big? That’s a ridiculous thing to say."

[cecilthecowardly]

having sourcemates is very tricky territory when the source mate in question was a former Not Necessarily My Boyfriend Because Labels Terrify Me Unless They Dont. i want to apologize SO BADLY now that i go to THERAPY and can LOVE PEOPLE IN A NORMAL WAY.

i will cook bland familiar pleasant food that you can actually have in this lifetime and form. i’ll love you in a way i was too hesitant and full of myself for last time. we’ll try again, differently this time, because it’s not romantic anymore, but it’s not platonic either. it’s our own little thing.

and maybe we’ll come out the other side happy for once.

[luzclarita57]

Charlie Walker would be a Pierce the Veil fan. That boy yearns so much..

[rurinnfane]

If you’d told college freshman me that she’d grow up to still be writing (read: imagining very hard but not writing) the same fic about her Star Trek OCs while also attending numerous professional meetings a day and knowing whatever the hell RFP stands for, I really really don’t think she’d believe you