#thoughts of mi

[itoshikha]

the love i have for shows like arcane will always persist, but as much as i adore being here to watch them, at the same time i despise this dull emptiness i feel after they're finished. it's like my soul left as arcane ended and now i'm just a husk of who i was continuing to live on.

it's weird: getting so consumed by a piece of media that it's so incredibly difficult to stand up from your computer and go live your life afterwards. it's only a temporary period though; a few months later i'll look back on it like a warm, comforting childhood memory.

i loved arcane. i love arcane. that's it.

banners /dividers by @/cafekitsune

[fluentisonus]

He added, after a pause: “Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.”

Les Misérables, Volume I / Book V / Chapter III, trans. Hapgood

[mishine-mi-gua]

who decided kissing is inherently romantic. or holding hands. i will find u

[heesdove]

easy, ma – l.hs

꒰ 🍒 ꒱ ℒee ℋeeseung [희승] : 𝒟rabble!

𝓰enre. smut, fluff? .˚⊹ 𝓹airing. non-idol,,best friend heeseung x fem reader. ໒꒱ 𝔀arning(s). smut, pwp, consensual sex, petname use, praise, dirty talk, nipple play, soft dom!hee, sub!reader, piv, size training?, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap!). 𝔀ord 𝓬t. 1221

𝓼ynopsis .ᐟ size training with your best friend during a sleepover. <3

꒰ 💬 ꒱ 𝓶i 𝓷ote. this is my very first time writing smut, please understand that i may be incorrect in descriptions– feel free to correct me and offer your feedback!

if you enjoyed this fic, please like and reblog! it's always appreciated :)

enjoy, my lovely readers. xoxo, mi. ‹𝟹

as usual, the morning began with breakfast at your favorite café in town– headed to campus afterward for your only lecture of the day. once you'd completed class, you'd returned home to relax until your best friend texted you, granting permission for you to come over.

from there, it remained ordinary as you gathered your sleepover bag and keys, shortly arriving at heeseung's within the hour.

he'd greeted you at the front door, smile on his lips and pearly whites on display. "hey, babydoll." his voice was raspy, as though he'd awoken from a nap.

"you okay? you sound tired, hee." you commented in concern, your voice so incredibly soft and sweet to him.

with a clear of his throat, he brushed it off by muttering, "just a long day." to which led you to step inside, your shoes abandoned in the entryway.

of course, you'd made yourself at home in his small flat– hints of you sprawled across the boy's space considering how often you'd see one another. you made way into his bedroom, plopping your tote bag onto his messy, clothes-ridden floor.

however, the air seemed unusual, tense even, as heeseung entered the room behind you.

pivoting, you face the boy with a skeptical furrow of your brows, eyeing him up and down– to which he awkwardly remains still, nervously shifting from side to side.

"why're you so quiet, seung?" you question with slight worry, yet mostly confusion due to his atypical silent behavior.

"babydoll." he tries to interrupt, taking a step forward as you continue to interrogate him.

"are you sure everything's okay? do you need some alone time?–" you continued to blabber, to which the boy paused right in front of you, hands settling upon your waist.

"y/n." his low voice finally reaches your ears, causing you to glance up and meet his eyes.

"i'm okay, really. it's just.. not something we freely talk about." he eases your concern, only to pique your curiosity further.

"but 's bothering you?" you ask yet another question, causing him to let out a soft laugh– earning a hesitant, half nod from him.

"well... i suppose you could say that, doll." heeseung responds, his lips curved in a soft smile at your attentiveness to him. one of his hands reach to brush a strand of hair from your face.

"then let's talk about it." you blurt, unaware of the topic on the boy's mind at that very moment.

"oh, you want to?" he questions, eyes darkening as he bites the corner of his lip.

"if it helps, mm-hm!" you confirm in a quick hum, nodding your head in gesture.

"alright, let's talk about it." he agrees, his lips curving up into a mischievous smile.

"see that, sweetheart?" heeseung questions ever so softly, his breath fanning against the shell of your ear as he stands behind you. one of his arms encircled around your waist, the other extended from beneath your arm, phone in hand– your instagram story from hours ago on display.

"oh! my instagram story? mm-hm." you recognize the photo of you in a pair of petite sleep shorts and the zip-up hoodie you'd borrowed from him. "is it 'bout your hoodie? can give it back, hee." you try to make reason of why he'd be upset, misunderstanding completely.

" 'course not, baby. want you to keep it, actually." the boy responds with a low murmur, his lips lingering dangerously close to your neck.

"wait, then what's botherin' you?" your obliviousness would typically annoy the boy, but in this matter, he'd hoped for you to piece things together yourself.

he stepped even closer, his figure practically molded to yours.

and that's when you realize the issue at hand.

it leaves you speechless, how erected his cock is, from viewing just a mere photo of you.

"y/n, please. i understand if you don't want to do anything intimate with me, but i need to relieve myself because it's so painful." he admits with a soft grunt spilling past his lips, his hips rutting forward and pressing his erection against the plushness of your ass.

"no!" you protest, shifting in his hold to face him. "i– i mean no, as in don't do it by yourself." you add quickly, hoping to avoid any further misunderstanding.

"i'm sorry?" he mutters in confusion, his brows furrowing in surprise at your response.

"wanna help, hee. can make the pain go away." you reassure, reaching forward to palm him through the layers of his sweatpants and boxers.

earning another grunt from the boy, he breathlessly agrees with a small "fuck," and nod of his head.

and that's what led to you straddled upon heeseung's lap on his gaming chair, naked and bare for his gaze– a sight he'd never forget, forever engraved in his mind.

not even sank onto his mushroom tip, you stare up at him nervously. one of his hands rests beneath the plush of your ass, the other extended toward your right breast, pinching and twisting your nipple between his forefinger and thumb.

earning a whimper from your lips, the boy smiles at the sight of you visibly melting into his touch. "c'mon, baby. start with the tip, i know you can do it." he encourages in a gentle tone, continuing to pleasure you by fondling your chest.

" 'm scared, seung." you admit, exhaling as you decide to begin sinking down onto his cock, the stretch being uncomfortable– but bearable due to the fact it was only the tip.

"doing so good for me, angel." he hisses at the sensitivity, the bulb of his cock throbbing as your warm cavern enveloped him. "gonna have this pussy trained for me in no time." he adds, fighting the urge to buck his hips and rut into you successfully.

"mmph, hee." you babble in discomfort, remaining still for a moment before sinking down even further, half of his cock being swallowed up by your gunmy walls.

heeseung was evidently enjoying the experience, despite the delicious anticipation of filling you to the brim– his head thrown back as he groans, both hands now grasping your hips.

"easy, ma." he regains his bearings, returning his gaze to you as he tries to help you ease onto his thick cock.

gasping for breath, you decide to simply go for it– sinking all the way onto his size, hands grasping at his shoulders, biceps; anything to ground yourself through the pleaseurable pain.

it wasn't as though you'd never been dicked down before, just that you'd never encountered someone of heeseung's inches and girth.

"mm, you're so tight." heeseung comments, humming in satisfaction of finally being fully sucked inside of you. his hips buck, fucking his tip further past your gumminess.

"oh, fuck!" you release a high-pitched whimper, your lips parting in an 'o'.

"i know, ma. told you that you could take all that cock." he coos, fingers gripping the skin of your hips so hard that the flesh protrudes between his fingers.

it wasn't long before you'd begun to bounce against his lap, the squelching of his cock's constant enter and exit of your pussy sounding throughout the room.

between his groans and grunts, the boy continued to praise you, his newest little cockslut– only to elicit needy whines from your lips in return.

it was obvious that by the end of the night, he'd have you fucked to the brink of dumb.

[strawberryscare]

can’t stop thinking abt the only time we see carmy wear a The Beef tshirt is when he cooks dinner for claire. you know, the piece of clothing he refused for all of season 1 (when their restaurant was Actually called that) and asked everyone else to switch OUT of (to white shirts and blue aprons).

something something claire fundamentally does not allow carmy to grow as a person + represents carmy’s backsliding into his past something

[astayinwonderland]

SKZ Felix hard thoughts

a/n: these are just thoughts— smutty ones

+18 MDNI

you voted for an obsessed!felix and I shall deliver…

obsessed!felix will speak of you to the members at least 6 times in the span of an hour… “oooh someone likes somebodyyyy” chan would tease, and the precious little sunshine will roll his eyes

obsessed!felix who at first tries to hide that he is (very) into you, but his nervous laugh and curious eyes get the best of him when you’re close

obsessed!felix who just needs to see you one more time before touring, so instead of sleeping as instructed, he sneaks out to spend the night with you

obsessed!felix who video calls you late at night when he’s on tour because he can’t sleep without looking at you because “you are so beautiful, everything you do is perfect, my darling”

NSFW

obsessed!felix has no idea he is obsessed with you. he just thinks of you day and night, but how couldn’t he when everything you do drives him insane. that teasing smile you gave him earlier? yeah, his cock is still hard from thinking about it.

obsessed!felix has a secret he can’t even bring to reveal to you. your scent makes him go completely mad. it is what keeps him awake at night, when the rest of the members are asleep, he will sneak into privacy and bring out that pair of panties he stole from you and as he fucks his fist he brings it to his nose, picturing you whimpering and cuming for him

obsessed!felix who can’t stop, won’t stop kissing you til you’re both out of breath, lips swollen. “i could kiss you all day, mind if i kiss you here?” he works his way down to your collabone and the valley between your breasts, inhaling your scent. “shit, i’m already hard…”

obsessed!felix loves watching every single reaction you give when he fucks you. how your breathing becomes quicker, your eyes shut, mouth slightly open as your pussy clenches around him. “you like that, darling?” his deep voice making you even wetter as he enters you again and again. he wants to remember everything to replay it later in his mind.

[kriffclone]

Rex 🤝🏾 Hunter

Using a spear to get rid of bad guys

[sakuraluck]

when i said i wanted to understand whatever’s going on in ivan’s head, i didn’t mean like this 😭😭

[flowers-in-august]

Acho curiosa a expressão "entrei para o ed". Querida, eu não sei se você sabe, mas "disorder" pode ser traduzido neste contexto como "transtorno". As pessoas que estão aqui não "entraram" e decidiram do dia para a noite pensar da maneira como pensam e agir da maneira que agem.

A comunidade existe simplesmente para pessoas que possuem a questão poderem explorar suas ideias, pensamentos, desabafos em um lugar seguro e sem julgamentos onde apenas quem pensa exatamente como elas irão compreender. Absolutamente qualquer discurso dessa bolha, se chega às mãos erradas, pode ser interpretado de maneira totalmente distorcida.

Sim, aqui não é um ambiente saudável! Sim, apesar da maioria ser pro-recovery o estímulo para não perder o grande caminho conquistado também existe. Não é pra ser bonitinho, legal, fofinho... Sim, é tóxico e essa comunidade existe e foi construída por pessoas doentes. Não existe isso de entrar para o ed, pelo menos não de maneira racional e consciente.

É algo muito natural, ele surge geralmente quando você está fazendo suas pesquisas pessoais, quando precisa de inspirações e de um dia para o outro você se vê completamente aprofundada no ambiente, entendendo as siglas, compartilhando experiências. Se você procura grupos, comunidades e contas de transtorno alimentar para perder uns quilinhos, esse lugar não é para você. É prejudicial e você corre risco de desenvolver um problema sério. Se achar acima do peso, feia ou qualquer coisa do tipo não é NECESSARIAMENTE t.a, existem dezenas de aspectos que fazem um transtorno ser o que ele é (falo como uma pessoa diagnosticada há mais de dez anos).

Enfim, cuidem da saúde de vocês. Ninguém escolhe estar onde estar simplesmente por estética, por achar "bonitinho"... Com o tempo você pode realmente desenvolver uma doença séria e em muitos casos sem volta. As nossas frases de encorajamento aqui existem porque nós somos sim meio cruéis com nós mesmas, estamos no fundo do poço SIM e romantizando ou não nosso transtorno, todas nós sabemos disso. Então, não veja como um estímulo para você QUE NÃO POSSUI T.A continuar o que está fazendo. Procure um médico nutricionista, faça exercício físico e terapia.

ps: já vi meninas aqui julgando as outras ou invalidando t.a alheio. não é uma competição. ninguém tem que ficar provando nada. cada um está passando por uma situação diferente e lidando de uma maneira diferente.

Xoxo, Dasha.

[theoperatonight]

[twin-yards]

it is completely one hundred percent baffling to me that any of the foxes would come away from witnessing neil and andrew's reunion in baltimore with the opinion that their relationship was just hate fucking . like my brother in christ are you blind

[itoshikha]

ok anyways back to positive thoughts, my boys are happy, my boys are together, my boys are in LOVE!!! ʚ♡ɞ

their souls are vowed as one forever, they've become the soft breeze that brushes past your cheeks, the petrichor after an afternoon shower, the morning sunlight entering through your curtains, the blooming flowers in the aftermath of winter.

banners /dividers by @/cafekitsune

[fluentisonus]

I've said this before but valjean's view of the bishop throughout the book gets me so bad because like. he knew him for what, a day maybe? and it absolutely had a vast & profound & positive impact on him. but then he goes on to spend the whole book comparing himself to his idealized vision of the bishop & finding himself wanting & feeling guilty and miserable about every petty or selfish thought that crosses his mind. but it's so fucked up because like we as the readers know the bishop better! we've read the whole first book and we know he came from a privileged & wealthy background, that he was a rake when he was young, it wasn't til he was in his 40s or 50s to have some sort of change of heart & become a priest (a similar age to valjean when he met him!), that he has moments that seriously shake him, that he has some dubious politics left over, that he still has moments of pettiness he has to work through on the page (his initial approach to the member of the convention, e.g.). and also he's just kind of a weird old guy (affectionate). and like this is not to criticize the bishop, I think he's a genuinely really good guy, just that while the bishop has a realistic view of himself & his past ("he described himself with a smile, an ex-sinner,"), valjean is not getting any of this except maybe like. what would be mentioned in the newspaper when the bishop died. so his whole view of him is of this one shining moment where he changed his life and he feels he doesn't live up to that. which is sad! because the bishop understood him more than he realized & wouldn't have wanted him to feel that way

[vxm1tcxre]

Me when those ED’ed people lecture me about how “unhealthy” I am because I eat junk food sometimes,,,

be so for real, we’re all actively shortening our life expectancy by like 20 years by doing this shit. In the long term, you’re not gonna end up much better than someone who eats 5 value meals from McDonald’s every day.

It’s all disordered and the fact that you have 500 c4ls of strawberries and rice cakes every day doesn’t make you better than anyone else. Get off your high horse and stop deluding yourself into thinking you’re the Regina George of 3ds.

Plus I pvrge, abuse medication, and sm0ke almost every day lmao. I promise, my 290 c4l lil treat from Dairy Queen to keep me sane is not what’s gonna wreck my health.

Anyway! this is your reminder that if someone didn’t ask for it, take your nutrition “advice” and/or m34nsp0 and shove it up your dainty self-righteous anus. Xoxo I’ll be praying on your downfall and laughing when the honeymoon phase is over and your wrecked metabolism bites you in the ass /hj

[twojulubionysyriusz]

Ja patrząc na osoby które rzeczywiście mają pasję, marzenia, talenty, cel w życiu:

[moim jedynym celem w życiu to nie żyć]

[secretmellowblog]

I will never be over how Marius Pontmercy walks into the police station and Javert is like “yeah, you look like the kind of person who should be given Multiple Guns”