#wash your hands!

[infinitelytheheartexpands]

i’d just like to point out a) the awesomeness of the fit and b) the fact that this mirror says “happiness looks good on you! now wash your hands”…

and then immediately after this i went and saw the scottish play.

[bluefrogbubbles]

Do people find it hard to wash their hands after using the toilet? like?

Went down to the year 12 building cause I had to pee. Someone was using the toilet I usually used, and you have to go through two doors to use the other one. So I didn't check if someone was using the other one. The person finished, washed their hands dried them, cause you can hear it from outside the bathroom. Especially since it was quiet. They then stayed in the toilet. Obviously on their phone. Someone else goes into the other bathroom. I decided I'd wait for them to finish then. Maybe see who comes out first. Person who went into the other bathroom was quick. Did their thing. Then left. Without. Washing. Their. Hands. Like what?! Wash your hands! Its not that hard is it? The sink was right there! Hard to miss in that narrow ass walk way!

[shotmrmiller]

sex pollen trope where you're the one affected, having been exposed to some dense gas while on an op that felt like harsh sandpaper across your throat and lungs, and now you're a feverish mess on some ratty cot in a safe house and with only ghost as company, it's miserable, as the saying goes.

hair sticking to your sweaty skin, plastered onto your forehead and neck, every swallow feeling like you've got a mouthful of sand, your fluttering pulse wild and deafening in your ears, and the throbbing ache deep in your core, the blistering heat right below your navel— it'd only been uncomfortable in the beginning, the faint throbbing incredibly familiar, but the more you ignored it, the worse it got.

and now you're here, with arousal sticking your underwear to your pussy, unable to do anything about it because your lieutenant is seated in a corner that lets him have both you and the front door within his line of sight. a quick, discreet rub under your clothes is not an option.

someone put you out of your foggy misery.

"squirmin' like a worm on a 'ook isn't gonna help." his staring doesn't either, yet he does it anyway.

"got to make sure ya aren't dyin' on me." you want to snap that you don't think proof of life is on the darkened stain between your legs, the retort pressed behind clenched teeth but another thick wave of bestial need rolls over you and god, you're about to shove your hand into your underwear, propriety be damned—

"best you don't do tha'." why the fuck not? "you'll only get relief for a moment 'fore it comes back twofold." he says as if he's reading off the morning paper and not watching you fight tooth and nail to not fuck yourself against the pillow your head is on. (soap's offer to be friends with benefits is only looking better by the hour.)

you hastily decide that it'll be better than nothing. you'll just have to rub your pussy raw until this drug runs its course and you're telling him to piss off or don't, but you've had enough. you're stuck here with him anyway, no flight home until the morn and you're not about to spend it writhing around.

"if tha's wha' you want," ghost bites his gloves off, spitting them out onto the ground before curling his hands around your ankles and dragging you toward him. "i will help." your entire world narrows down to the feel of him touching your skin, his fingers searing as they hook into the waistband of your pants, and you almost kick him in the mouth trying to get them off faster.

"but 'm not fuckin' you." the bite of disappointment is quickly forgotten, his breath warm against your slick pussy, and after three quick glides of his tongue over your pearl, your orgasm crests, pulse after pulse of pleasure so potent it stung.

in less than a minute you're burning again, need thrumming through you and with the heady push and drag of his middle finger over your sensitive nerves, curling in you until he can fit two, three—

you're lost.

(ghost telling you that he's not doing anything else because if he's going to fuck you then you're going to remember it falls on ringing ears.)

[juliamccartney]

gentle reminder that it's not too late to get into the habit of wearing masks again 😷

[mellosdrawings]

So... heat waves are fun (not)

(Bonus : Mama Jamil)

[grapefruits-and-such]

Quick sketch based on an interaction I had in-game

[halorvic]

December 19-21, 2024

[zu-is-here]

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[castielsprostate]

i'm sorry but if you didn't vote, this is on you just as much as it is on all the people that voted for trump or third party 👍

[heich0e]

single dad!osamu and his toddler son who refers to you as his 'babe'—because that's what his papa calls you

[natdocx]

Watching the new yellowjackets episode like:

[catmask]

I GOT FORREST SICKTOO AAAUUGGHH

[they-call-me-hippie]

"Those who choose the lesser evil forget very quickly that they chose evil"

Hanna Arendt, "Personal Responsibility Under Dictatorship"

[ddarker-dreams]

thinking about the yan husband rotation's reaction to not letting them hold your face because of it disrupting your skincare ...

[guess-i-do-art]

Octonauts fanart because the nostalgia hit me like a truck

Edit: I swear if anyone says that I “ruined a children’s show” by headcanoning Peso as aroace I will drop kick them to Queendom come

WHY DO PEOPLE LIKE THIS SO MUCH

[bowenoke]

edit: btw it is not safe to wear contacts in the shower! the option is included for accuracy, but please consider throwing on an old pair of glasses or just going blind into that wet box instead.