#this is fucking nuts

[mermaidteeth1111]

LETS GO LESBIANS!!!!!!!! LETS GO WLWs THAT WAS FUCKING CRAZYYYYYYYYYYY THAT WAS CRAZYYYYYYYY THAT WAS CRAAAAAAZYYYYY

[hotjmess]

I'm watching the encore coverage of an Olympic badminton match between the Denmark and Taipei. The crowd sounds like a bunch of drunk tailgators at an NFL football game and the play is quick and intense. The line judge...I've never seen someone smirk so much. This is literally an unruly mess but fascinating.

[andreakedavra]

the need of getting out of ecuador has never been so strong before

[silversoulstardust]

my first steddie fic reached 10k hits! 🤯

[kittycatherder]

Doubt any of the real big ones are in that net but it can't be overstated that alligator gar can actually be longer than alligators

[sunniestsideup]

What do you MEAN I have diverticulitis????? 😭😭😭😭 I'm turning 30 next month not 50.

[arkangelo-7]

Love the idea of the Batfamily showing a serious, united front whenever they’re working with the Justice League (i.e., obeying Bruce’s orders without question or defaulting to Dick’s authority, following Bruce’s comm protocol, upholding expected field etiquette, coordinating with one another with terrifying efficiency, and generally just not fucking around), but then the minute they get back to the Cave they immediately start to throw hands over who gets to use the PS5.

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

note: my commissions are open ><

No nut November ends early for your wolf hybrid bf when you go into heat.

You’re such a soft and cute bunny hybrid, your ass in the air and cotton tail wagging like crazy as your pussy drools down your leg. It wasn’t uncommon for you to go into heat at this time of the year, but he hadn’t been expecting it.

His red cock bobbed with need, desperate to plunge into your wet cunt. You were making such cute sounds as his fingers pumped in and out of you, wanting to satisfy your heat without having to lose the game.

But your scent, your little cries of pain and the sight of your tears made him mount you immediately. Nothing was more important than pleasing his little bun!

Being stretched out on his knot was such a relief, you needed to fill his cum filling you up. He bred you like a proper mate should, biting down on your neck to keep you still as he ravaged you.

By the end of the night he had already forgotten about no nut November.

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[bigfatbreak]

they both got bonked for being silly.

[maibeloved]

Need to draw them more actually ;((

[wardensantoineandevka]

[jackietracks]

obligatory crowd photo

[vaguely-concerned]

are. are you telling me that if the romanced mage warden dies and alistair is king, he deadass stares greagoir down over her dead body and grants the circle of ferelden its autonomy after ordering it rebuilt somewhere safer. first you have to deliberately leave him behind so he won't die for you and then he does that for you once you're gone, even when you're broken up??? absolute and literal king behaviour of the highest order????? the actions speak louder than words of it all??????? I think I hauve covid

[dapper-lil-arts]

I'm not the kind of person that's like "Here let me fix the canon" usually but like holy crap gen 5 implied a lot of messed up shit about our hero Twilight Sparkle lmao

[kanskje-kaffe]

Silco was born in the dark. Home to him is the greasy green of oil-lamps and the buzz of the electrics, powered with bunched cables that trailed overhead and fanned out at the tunnel junctions. It's the smell of coal and tallow, stone dust and diesel backwash. It's the crunch of grit between his teeth. It's thirst. The fissure folk were always wary of miners, said they could see in the dark. It's true. Silco can. --- Silco endures wounds upon wounds, and still he doesn't die—but he's not the only one. Don't all monsters come from the dark? Tell me about Zaun again, Vander.

Howl Right Back on AO3

Pairing: Silco/Warwick, Silco/Vander Rating: Explicit Chapters: 1/3

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This is a gift for the amazing @wishfulsketching and their bomb ass Silco-meets-Warwick fanart. I was sooososo inspired by the image of Silco screaming the fuck back into Warwick's face! That's a love language babey! I think Silco deserves a werewolf boyfriend who eats people!

(Thank you to @withercrown and @spicedrobot for the beta and edits! Mwah mwah!)

[heavenbarnes]

prone bone with older bf!simon…. dreamy dreamy sigh!!

- 🪩 (don’t know if you have anons that sign off as anything, but if not feel free to disregard!!)

you can thank military drills for the way older bf!simon can hold a plank for as long as he needs

that way he doesn’t crush the life out of you when he fucks you prone

not that you’d mind

would be your preferred way to go out

instead you get caged in by two strong arms, either side of your head

when you lay your head to the side you can almost see his tattoos moving when he flexes his arms, like the flaming skull is laughing at your predicament

you need something to focus on, something to ground you- greyscale ink blurring before your eyes as you just cannot escape it

escape the thing above you that has you trapped

six feet four inches and three hundred pounds of muscle

the driving force behind hips that are relentlessly driving into you, forcing you flat into the mattress

and you asked for this

you had to be the tease, you had to push his buttons and call him “old man” and put your feet in his lap

if you do die under the immense weight of simon riley’s obsession

it’ll be your own doing

“so- fuckin’- tight- g’na- take- m’cock?”

he even punctuates sentences with his thrusts

completely at his mercy, as if you had any choice but to take it

“yeah g’na take this cock, s’fuckin’ ‘ard f’you”

oh you want to take it alright

you might’ve even told him how bad if your tongue wasn’t hanging out your mouth

eyes rolled back

drool pooling against the pillow he’d kindly slipped beneath your head before fucking you within an inch of your life

“s’fucking filthy, darling”

did he mean the swirling look in your eye?

did he mean the rhythmic sounds of his hips? or the wet squelch that came from you?

did he mean the smell that’d filled the room since you started? the one he was getting high off?

did he mean the mindless babbles falling off your lips every time his hand swung down to slap your ass?

all of the above?