#tonight before the bed

[irishyuri]

please get a lock on that damn door

[zu-is-here]

Would you draw some cute Cream moment?

the morning kiss

[guinevereslancelot]

i would do anything to get to bed on time except go to bed on time

[martianbugsbunny]

Me when Loki is alone and Mobius is heartbroken but Loki served the most cunt he could possibly have served in the process

[themoonunderstoodmydadjokes]

✨ As our lord and savior hozier once said “move me baby” ✨

[manderleyfire]

BOYD CROWDER & AVA CROWDER in 'JUSTIFIED' (SEASON 2)

I lied for you taking that mining money. This is different, Ava. I guess me taking you in and building you up was a mistake. Just set you back to square one. That's not true. You took me in, and you healed me, Ava. You give me a reason to wake up in the morning. For that, I'll be eternally grateful.

[triple-starsss]

eepiest kitty in the world

[resiliencewithin]

Having a moment where I think I need to be perfect and if I’m anything less than perfect OMG end of the world.

No.

I’m fucking releasing myself from that pressure because whether or not this half bag of spinach goes bad before I can use it is not the life or death situation my brain is making it out to be.

[hawnks]

As your resident Gojo Understander, I do not believe he would have given a shit about what Yuuta is doing. Why is everyone so mad? This is literally the desecration of morals manga tm, don’t get squeamish now.

[strawberrycamel]

Hey, You There. Yes, you.

Friends and followers of the Danny Phantom and non-Danny Phantom communities:

I'm giving a little heads up that I'm gonna be Extremely fucking annoying tomorrow (April 3rd) reblogging (and possibly making) edits using variations of the above image for the anniversary of the Danny Phantom premiere.

If you DON'T want to get spammed with those edits, then please block the tag #dannypocalypse

This is a warning.

And a promise. <3

[wanderingblindly]

sometimes I come across media bashing rpf and I feel ashamed. then I remember that rpf is for the rich who are most likely out of touch with reality. and I remember why we have fandom etiquette. then I open ao3 and read the filthiest things and go to sleep happy idk.

Yeah rpf is one of those things where I completely understand a lot of the criticism about it; I also understand that there are some people that either cannot or choose to not engage with it 'correctly' -- meaning they're forming intense parasocial relationships, they're making the real life people aware of it, etc.

But so much of the media that bashes it doesn't actually understand rpf enjoyers' perspectives. I saw a tiktok the other day saying how insane it was that people 'actually think lando and oscar are together' and 'write fics about how they're really together'. It really reminded that some people seemingly can't understand the Barbie Doll element of it.

It's about the public personas and dynamics of these ultra rich men, not the literal men themselves, you know?

But god, yeah. Etiquette. Etiquette and keeping fandom to fandom spaces god please.

[kalashnikovlobotomy]

somewhat moved(?) by the strange sense of longing(?) in the beginning of the song earfquake

[skunkes]

[ellabswilliamson]

You guys won't BELIEVE the wip im cooking up rn

Ellie and Abby are arguing over something stupid (like who's the most traumatized or who's the most awesome or some shit), Dina is a mildly concerned but mostly neutral observer of the chaos, and Jesse is playing crossword puzzles and trying to ignore Dumb and Dumber.

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Based off of the image below

[via-the-cryptid]

the parallels between xie lian and the giving tree are downright uncanny

[wonderingsoftly]

what she sees

i just wanted to write something soft...softly admiring a big, beautiful, fat body, and who better to do this than with theo and charlotte?

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Charlotte watched quietly, contently as Theo’s breathing slowed and his eyelids drooped closed.

She had fed him a hefty dinner from his favorite barbecue place, warm pulled pork smothered in sauce, creamy macaroni and cheese, soft mashed potatoes, and several other sides Charlotte could not recall–having been too enamored with the sight of his feasting–leaving his huge belly bloated even larger than normal.

They were both seated on the couch, Charlotte resting her head on Theo’s large, soft arm. He had started rubbing slow circles on his tight, packed belly–Charlotte had pulled his shirt up to reveal the globe-like majesty of his full stomach, and took over when Theo’s movements inevitably slowed.

It was remarkable, watching him eat and then settle into himself, head propped up by his fat neck and shoulders. He began to drowse to whatever they had put on the television, a pleased smile creeping across his fat face.

His belly hung out and down between his wide legs, pale, fading stretch marks scattered across his skin. Charlotte remembered seeing the stretch marks appear when he started gaining weight and growing so quickly, almost shockingly red. She fondly recalled diligently rubbing lotion all over his expanding belly, hoping to soothe his straining skin.

Years had passed since then, and the stretch marks had settled into his skin like a natural part of the landscape of his belly and thighs. They were almost unnoticeable unless you were looking for them, but Charlotte was intimately familiar with every curve and slope of his big, fat body.

And he was beautiful.

Theo had always been warm and soft, both literally and metaphorically. But as Theo allowed himself to indulge and overstuff himself regularly, and to be overstuffed by Charlotte, he embodied it more and more.

Charlotte chuckled as she remembered how stressed he used to get sometimes, little things bothering him immensely and letting himself spiral–but now he was almost endlessly patient, gentle, and in good spirits.

She rubbed a large, slow circle over his warm, tight flesh. A sleepy, content moan drew Charlotte’s attention to Theo’s face.

Still smiling, eyes closed, as if he was floating aimlessly through the clouds. His short, curly blond hair was a little like a halo, Charlotte thought, and cherubic was her favorite way to describe him.

Her breath caught in her throat as she admired him, her hand still drawing circles on his belly.

Beautiful. Soothing.

A near-indescribable feeling of contentment welled up in Charlotte's chest. It was warm and filling, but she wanted it to inhabit every inch of her insides.

His peaceful smile and radiant warmth made everything feel right in the world. She gently nuzzled her cheek against Theo’s belly, flattening her palm across his soft skin.

Her hand was so small, and he was so big. She couldn't help but press a slow kiss on his belly, enjoying the sensation of his warmth and softness against her lips.

A surprisingly loud gurgle rumbled near Charlotte’s ear and made her giggle. She pressed herself further into Theo’s belly and wrapped her arms around his huge, soft middle as best she could.

He was softer and more pleasant than any stuffed animal she had ever cuddled with, and her heart was full of adoration for the enormous man she loved. She felt safe, loved, and warm in his presence.

As Charlotte got lost in her admiration of her big, fat, husband, she felt a wide, warm hand gently rest on the top of her head.

Butterflies flooded her stomach and lungs as her personal moment of delight had been discovered by the very object of her affections. She looked up at Theo, a serene, angelic smile on his face. His eyes were full of affection, cheeks warm and pink.

Their eyes rested on each other, comfortable and adoring. Charlotte slowly draped herself over Theo’s belly and chest, amused at how far out his stomach protruded to give her a lovely place to recline.

“Everything okay?” Theo asked gently as he softly, lovingly thumbed at her temple.

Charlotte smiled and nodded slowly. “I was just admiring…thinking about how far we've come…” she trailed off, leaning her cheek on his skin again. “I love the way you feel.”

Theo hummed thoughtfully. He slowly traced his finger along Charlotte’s hairline from her forehead to her ear, then brushed his thumb over her flushed cheek.

“I love the way you feel, too. I love seeing you resting on me…” He chuckled pleasantly, the sound delectably warming her from the inside out.

Theo let out a yawn, making Charlotte rise and fall on his big, round belly. She laughed, feeling like she was riding a wave on the ocean.

“You wanna go to bed?” His arm began lazily trailing down her arm, his pudgy, warm fingers giving her bicep a squeeze.

Charlotte was surprised by a yawn of her own eagerly escaping her mouth. She guessed Theo’s soothing warmth and softness was quietly calming her–much like it always did, she had to admit to herself.

She nodded, taking an extra moment to relish Theo’s body against hers before getting to her feet. Theo chuckled, recognizing Charlotte’s thoughts, and gave the top of her head a gentle pat.

Charlotte, now standing, held her hands out to Theo. He smiled, placing his plump hands in hers and gently curled his fingers around them.

Theo let out a sudden moan, making Charlotte think he just remembered how full he was. She bit her lip and gave him an apologetic smile.

A resigned laugh made Theo’s belly bounce, giving Charlotte’s hands a squeeze. “You do good work, little lady,” he mused, letting out a preparatory sigh. A few determined wiggles of his hips, Theo planted his feet firm on the floor and moved to stand.

Charlotte pulled with a grunt, and Theo made it to standing. His belly rolled down, jutting out and hanging low. He flashed Charlotte a knowing look, making her pull her lips into a tight smile to hold back a giggle.

“Come on, big boy,” Charlotte cooed, releasing Theo’s hands to grab handfuls of his belly, soft fat spreading through her fingers.

Theo looked back at her, pleased, as he placed a hand on hers.

Charlotte let out a happy noise, admiring his huge body one more time before leading him to their bedroom, where she would continue to enjoy him.