#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.)

[halorvic]

December 19-21, 2024

[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)

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

does mafioso stanley get along just fine with pigeon lee?? are they besties??

They do get along well!

Lee is a regular rock dove, and Fidds is a Mourning Dove :)

Fun fact: This Lee isn't the first Lee! He is, in fact, the 20th or so generation of "Lee" Ford has ever owned. Ford takes care of a lot of pigeons, and unfortunately, not all of them live very long. Pigeons can live up to 15 years if well taken care of, but the average lifespan of street doves is two to three years, due to unhealthy living conditions or other external causes (human related accidents, injury etc...)

Even though Ford really tries his best to treat his pigeons the best he can, sometimes their deaths are out of his control, and it's a little hard to keep them healthy when you live in the streets.

However, the Lee we have now is Ford's longest surviving pigeon, having just reached 10 years of age! It's a huge sign of trust for Ford to let someone else touch Lee. He's very protective!

[grapefruits-and-such]

Quick sketch based on an interaction I had in-game

[amarriageoftrueminds]

cannot stop thinking about an AU where Bucky gets the same treatment as Steve (ie. serumed and vitarayed.)

So he shoots up to 6' 8" or something ridiculous and is built like a brick shithouse. To everyone else he's almost Too Big, but to Steve it's just like being small again while Bucky is ...Large, and Steve is permanently flustered about it. 😳🥺

[aipurjopa]

“Because I can’t handle being alone again”

[zu-is-here]

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[superiorsturgeon]

Jaune: *sitting his kids down* Jamie…Jessie…it’s time we had a talk.

Jaune: You’re both getting older, and you’re going to be doing more things on your own now, so it’s time for your old man to arm you with some knowledge to stay safe out there!

Jamie: (Arkos son) *whispering* Oh gods, it’s the sex talk! 😨

Jessie: (Arkos daughter) *getting up* …uh…I think I hear mom calling me…! 😰

Jaune: *pushes his daughter back down* Nice try, kid. Now sit down, this is important.

Jamie/Jessie: *bracing themselves* 😖

Jaune: And unclench yourselves, this isn’t the sex talk. I know your mother already told you about that. 🙄

Jessie: …wait…if this isn’t a sex talk, then what is it…?

Jaune: *sets up an easel with a prepared slides*

Jaune: First, if you’re cooking in cast iron, don’t put it in the dishwasher or soak it. You’ll ruin the seasoning, and your uncle Ren will never let you hear the end of it.

Jaune: Second, never lend money to anyone named “Branwen.” That money is gone forever the second you put it in their hands, no matter what they agree to sign!

Jaune: …and most importantly, if you handle spicy peppers with your hands, make sure you wash your hands before touching your face or any other sensitive skin!

Jaune: *thousand-yard-stare* Especially your bathing suit area…! 🥵

Jamie: …

Jessie: …

Jaune: …

Jamie: …dad…please tell me you didn’t…?

Jaune: The ER nurses make you explain in detail how you were injured. 😓

[herpsandbirds]

Heya! My aunt was doing some mowing in our yard and found this adorable Eastern snake necked turtle! She knows I'm a certified Critter Enjoyer so called me out.

It was under/amongst some very thick grass. We have a creek fairly near the house, I'd imagine that's where it came from so I placed it in a sheltered spot on the banks of the creek. An honour to hang out with this gorgeous little critter, see their adorable little feets and hold them like a handburger <3

[odinsblog]

[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