#will I ever recover

[willowuponavon]

I love how after Lisa meets the Creature, she regains her joy, she wears funny crowns and lets herself be dressed up all goth and doesn’t care and eats peach rings and laughs and talks, she gets to enjoy being a teenagers again (which also means having mood swings on her period, singing without knowing the words, and killing people for their body parts) just the epitome of a teenage girl and then enjoying love and having fun with life again

[dulcelem]

I can't fucking believe this is canon guys like look at his face. His EYES. GOD. What a lovesick fool. This look is too sweet and caring and tender and crazy and knowing it's making me SICK

[zukkaart]

I need to write a Zukka scene where Sokka is in danger and the captors are basically saying they’re using him as bait and he just LOSES IT but not in the way you think

Captors: he loves you, he will come

Sokka: Prince Zuko does not and has never loved me.

Captors: you’re lying

Sokka: loving him is like loving the stars themselves. You don’t expect the sunset to admire you back!

Sokka: and if I happen to find myself in danger- let me tell you, Zuko is not stupid enough or sentimental enough, and he is CERTAINLY not in love enough to find himself-standing in it with me!

Captors: …

Sokka: *tears running down his face, but looks up to see Zuko as the blue spirit, standing right behind his captors*

[slidingtroughf1]

THE man:

[crimson-simp-sought-flower]

They're married already, change my mind

[nipuni]

OH my god we just watched Dr.Who "Human Nature" and "Family of Blood"

[saturnbourne]

Trying to have a peaceful day but i’m plagued by daydreams of a stressed out Price who corners you when he finds you alone, wrapping his arms around you from behind and pressing flat against your back.

Stressed out Price who lets his head lull onto your shoulder with a sigh, his throbbing erection pressed against your ass.

Stressed out Price who filthily humps you from behind like a dog while complaining about everything he’s upset about. His words stuttering with a heavy sigh everytime he ruts just right. And he knows he can trust you to help him feel better because you’re so damn sweet to your captain. :((

[gelatina-destroyer]

Simon and Betty's Song | Cake and Fiona

"You were a wonderful experience"

"You were...everything"

[callmenano]

Yall... I have hopes that suguru will return

Am I okay?

[thebookshoparoundthecorner]

I’m still so unwell over Good Omens season 2 that an ad started playing asking people what the hardest things to say were and “goodbye” and “I forgive you” were included on that list and I was IMMEDIATELY struck with The Anguish

[omppupiiras]

taking some screenshots for ahem personal reasons and lemme tell you watching this shit frame-by-frame makes it look a thousand times more questionable!!!

[retrowave-dirtgrub]

For the consideration of Romencken fans

[starqueensthings]

Here’s the quote lovely! Take your time! I’m so glad you wanted to participate!

“may my heart

be the softest place you fall,

may this love

be the wildest place you run”

I am stoked to see what you come up with! 💖

(I got carried away 🙂)

Pairing: Fives x Fem!Reader

Inspired by @anxiouspineapple99’s lovely prompt.

Warning: GENUINELY not proof read. Sorry for all the inevitable comma splices and passive verbs, because Wrecker, is that a bagel?

“Quick, Mesh’la! Climb!”

His tone was frenzied, hurried, panicked, and yet somehow still dripping with the same wild glee that never failed to emerge in the direst of times.

“I’m trying!” you gasped, heart hammering heavily in your ears as you urgently heaved yourself up the narrow, rusty ladder, ignoring the sharp flakes of paint that kept breaking away from each rung and embedding themselves into your palm. “You didn’t tell me I’d be climbing an old fucking ladder on the side of a building, Fives, or I wouldn’t have worn heels.”

“Why would I tell you and ruin the fun?” he jeered from below you, failing to repress the chuckle that accompanied the infuriating grin on his lips.

“This is fun?” you demanded, halting your movements entirely to glare down at him.

“I swear it’ll be fun when we get there!” he defended, nodding toward the top of the ladder still a dozen feet above your head.

“If we don’t get kriffing arrested first,” you grumbled, giving him an indignant shake of the head and a roll of your eyes.

“Yeah, well… they’re not far behind us so I’m not holding my breath,” he answered with a snort. “Here’s hoping whoever is holding the handcuffs likes your pink panties as much as I do, because I think they’re going to be our ticket out of this.”

“Fives!” you gasped, pausing again to jam the hem of your dress between your legs, humiliation threatening to send your cheeks aflame.

“Hey, don’t cover the goods!” he protested, reaching up and yanking the fabric from its unceremonious pinch between your thighs. “I was enjoying the view.”

“I’m going to murder you once my hands are free.”

“Talk kinky to me later, Babe. For now, just climb a little faster… I can see their flashlights around the corner.”

At the top of the ladder was the expanse of a commercial rooftop; the apparent poor craftsmanship of the structure now below your feet had caused significant pooling of water in some areas… yet despite the obvious derelict and despair, the sight before you had instantly robbed you of breath. Your mouth fell open, and without a second thought to the fear that had sent you frantically scrambling up a decrepit ladder in the darkness mere seconds ago, you eagerly took the dozen steps toward the opposite side of the rooftop, deftly pulling your shoes from your feet and tossing them haphazardly to the ground beside you.

Barely inches from your toes was a seemingly infinite drop into the underworld; a column of emptiness encircled with hundreds of thousands of lights, the coil of radiance so descending so deeply into the core of the planet, that their luminescence simply became no match for the sheer distance. A quick glance upward lay the infamous Coruscanti skyline; as majestic as it was endless, and as breathtaking as the audacity of the man who’d led you here.

“Thought you’d like this.” His hands slithered their way around your waist, pulling you tenderly backward until your body was flush with his.

“It’s… gorgeous,” you breathed, tipping your head backward to his chest as he perched his chin atop your shoulder.

“Yup, you sure are.”

You pursed your lips against a grin that would too eagerly expose just how happy you were to be in his company. Since that night that he’d feigned ignorance and asked for help racking up a set of pool balls in the dim lighting of 79’s, Fives, and all his mischievous endeavours, had kept you entirely on your toes. And while his affinity for “fun” was one of the things you loved most about him, it was moments like this that you held close to your heart when the harrowing loneliness of his extended deployments threatened to dismantle your resolve to spend forever with him. It was these quiet spans of only a blink where all distraction went ignored; these seemingly frozen seconds where your love for each other remained impenetrable by the menial factors of time and space; times like this when nothing except the feeling of his fingers between yours and his breath tickling your neck mattered in the grand scheme of life. If you had Fives, you had enough… you had everything.

“I love you,” you whispered, reaching up to weave your fingers into his dark hair.

“I love you too, Cyare.”

You tipped your head back, eyes fluttering closed in preparation for the euphoric feeling of his lips against yours, for the taste of him on your tongue, for his hands to tighten their grip around your body.

“THERE THEY ARE!”

“YOU TWO! HALT AND STATE YOUR BUSINESS.”

Your shoulders jerked in fright at the sudden intrusion; the flashlights that you’d spent the last ten minutes evading, now directing their stark beams of light directly into your eyes, but neither of you moved a muscle.

“THIS IS PRIVATE PROPERTY,” the officer continued to intone loudly. “HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM.”

“Should I throw my panties at them?” you whispered coyly against his lips.

“Honestly? I kinda wanna keep them…” Fives risked stealing another tender peck before saying, “Your shoes will have to stay here though. Get ready to run.”

“Wha-?”

“Now!”

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Taglist: @anxiouspineapple99 @sinfulsalutations @starrylothcat @nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius @secondaryrealm @dystopicjumpsuit @freesia-writes @blueink-bluesoul @littlemissmanga @523rdrebel @wings-and-beskar

[angstitty]

I’m actually going to go insane like bat shit crazy guys I think I need to be sedated before I kill someone

I waited till I was invested in the fic to read the tags (because otherwise I get too fixated on finding the perfect story) and I just looked and OH WOW NOT THE FUCKING #ABANDONED TAG HIDING RIGHT THERE AT THE BOTTOM

[amourtoken]

I have two thoughts I’d like to share with the class 😞!!

Number one: Ari making you squirt for the very first but not the last time

Number two: I’ve been thinking about how Ari would react to his girlfriend basically giving him princess treatment . Like, you’re constantly cooking his favorite food and never let him step foot in the kitchen because you want him to “get some rest for once”. You’re always picking out the cutest gifts for him when you go shopping, saying “that’s us” when you see a cute duo in movies/art/etc. You’re just so sweet and he’s not necessarily used to a ‘drama free relationship’ so your personality was definitely a bit of a surprise to him, but he couldn’t love you more. He never thought he’d ever be able to experience pure love that was free of insecurity and toxicity. But here you are, always making sure you have time within your schedule to go on tour with him, constantly cuddled up to him/reaching for him bc of how much you just love feeling him, how understanding and patient you are bc you know he’s been through a lot, planning cute little trips for the two of you, cooking dinner for the both of you. You’re practically his muse at this point, his world. And he never fails to tell u that

ALL I WANT IS FOR HIM TO BE HAPPY!!! FUCK!!!

I definitely think Ari naturally takes on that provider type role in a relationship so when he's forced to take a step back from it he's like ??? But he can't quite say he's upset about it. Especially when he gets some time off from touring and finally feels like he gets to genuinely relax for once.

You're more than happy to get him anything he needs and do most of the thinking around the house cause he's been running nonstop for months with touring and all the media that comes with it. More often than not when you ask if he needs anything though he tends to just say "you" and you happily flop into his arms to spend your day there.

He feels so fucking lucky and at first it was one of those situations where he was almost waiting for something to go wrong. All of his past relationships were rocky and he expected something to happen with you but it never did. He had to genuinely work on the mindset so he could enjoy himself and not be constantly bracing for some kind of tragedy. Once he managed to free himself of that anxious energy he felt like he could really give all of himself to you and it felt so peaceful :((

After all the work you do to keep his life comfy and organized, he has to pay you back one way or another despite all protests that fall from your pretty lips. Usually this repayment is in the form of mind meltingly good sex cause the least he could do is make you feel as good as you make him feel. You only complained the first time he insisted before you realized this is a pretty fuckin good trade.

you offer good snacks and cuddles during the day and get folded in half and knocked up as a thank you? How could you say no?? You want him to relax but when he's laid out in bed with his face buried between your legs and arms tight around your thighs or hands splayed on your stomach just to feel how soft you are under him you can ignore the fact he's supposed to be resting for a bit. Ari could genuinely spend the rest of his life in this position and never get bored too.

lace your fingers in his hair and drag him up for a kiss, admiring how pretty his face looks drenched in a mix of your slick and his spit. He's so perfect :(( you definitely won't get to spend too long ogling him though cause he needs to taste you again. He'd free up a hand just to finger you and at first it'd start slow but in no time you're fucked to tears like usual. You thought he'd stop after you came but if anything he picked the pace up, pressing his other hand on your lower stomach and his fingers were hitting just the right spot over and over and over until you couldn't fight off the feeling burning in your core.

You barely have time to be embarrassed about drenching the sheets and your boyfriend because he's praising you so fucking heavily and rushing to pull his cock out while you're struggling to catch your breath. You threw an arm over your face to cover the warm flush spreading across your skin but the feeling of Ari slapping the tip of his cock against your drenched clit pulls you out of your cloudy headspace pretty quick.

[soppymilkgin]

i dont think theres a single day where i havent thought about shouyou execution in the last 2 years