#without washing out the colors

[negativespace06]

some pokemikus since i’ve listened to all the project voltage songs now

[irresistibleblue]

The besties!! Are!! Sleeping!!!

ft @ceruleanterrapin

[hedgeartzone]

Attempted to do watercolor again and can confidently say this looks better in person then it does as a photo.

[lord-aldhelm]

Aldhelm and Aethelred | The Last Kingdom 3.07

[ghost-of-you]

5sos meme: 1/8 favorite outfits.

That damn green flannel.

[killherfreakout]

if you've ever wondered what goes into all the amazing gifs you enjoy on this site, here's a quick edit i made of a chappell roan music video as an example!

this is super basic color fixing but look at what a big difference it makes! (the quality isn’t the best bc of the camera the video is filmed with, lol)

you can see more examples of mine in this post as well :)

[redlanternz]

is anyone listening

[cactuslester]

does anyone know how well manic panic fades out of dark hair??? i wanna try a dark blue on my naturally dark brown hair (i know it won’t turn out super vibrant blue, im mostly looking for a subtle blue that shows up mostly under the sun) but im hoping it will wash out completely in a few-several weeks in case i don’t like it, and if it won’t, does anyone have recs for something more temporary?

[plushchimera]

welcome to dawntrail gunbreaker, finally

gnb is very fun it turns out, like 2 dps in tank's trench coat

[sana-yan]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴊ5ɢ; ꜱᴀɴᴀᴅᴀ.

[kutana]

a good portion of the mor.tal ko.mbat roster is asian therefore also poc!! please be wary.

[aeide-thea]

tfw the only colors yr new fave shirt comes in are uh. forest green, taupe, navy, pale grey, dark gray, black, and, uh, lighter black...

like. i do actually dig all those colors but like. my kingdom for an ochre or sage or rust or something??

[cantankerouscatfish]

a carnation color named 'Mochi'!

[starlit-mansion]

I'm not really sure why i thought that getting my hair professionally bleached and dyed for the first time at a new salon would be a gamechanger... all i have is some chemical burns and the wrong shade

[quicquam-dot-com]

ah but consider this: the outdoor dog residue

if you've ever pet more than a few dogs you'd Know what dog residue is

[feelgoodinct]

nsfw, mdni.

simon becomes an absolute dog when he sees you in his shirt.

cw: possessive simon, sex on carpet (ouch), unprotected p in v, creampie, size kink (?).

simon is a good roommate. he’s organized, clean, pays rent on time, and minds his own space. the only thing is—roommate is hot. stupidly hot. you know he doesn’t have a girlfriend and he’s never once brought back a girl let alone mentioned one. you figured your little crush on him would pass like all the other (it does not). you start dropping hints that you find him attractive. like wearing your tightest tops, brushing your ass against him while reaching for a cup, even leaving one of your lacy thongs to mix in with his laundry. he never bites the bait. you start to think that maybe he just doesn’t find you attractive or even worse he finds you creepy. so you tuck your schoolgirl crush away into the cavity of your chest.

you close the washer with your hip, cradling your laundry basket back to your room. you hear the familiar turn of your front door lock letting you know simon is home from his morning gym session.

you pad into the living room to ask simon if he needed any clothes washed. simons back is turned from you when he begins to slip off his trainers, dropping his gym at the foot of the door.

“need any clothes washed? i’m starting a load up right now.” you ask eyeing the movement of back muscle underneath his compression shirt.

he finally turns to you and starts to respond “nah don’t think-“ before he snaps his mouth shut when he sees what you’re wearing. “that mine?” his voice gruff, it’s his army issued shirt that is long enough to cover your shorts. a deep green color that frays at the hem and has his last name in bold at the back of it. you notice he’s staring at the worn fabric waiting for an answer.

you look down, “oh yeah. sorry was doing laundry found this in hamper. my clothes are in the wash. hope that’s okay?” you sound apologetic like you just did something unforgivable. jesus christ what were you thinking wearing his shirt without asking. you shift trying to ease your embarrassment.

he’s on you in three short strides. making a noise between a growl and snarl. you don’t know how or when you both ended up on the living room floor. frankly, it’s the last thing on your fucking mind now that you’re on your knees cheek pressing into the shag carpet. you can feel the heat of his stare between your legs. you get a glimpse of your shorts and panties strewn across the floor leaving you in his shirt. you wait with bated breath for him to touch you. you wiggle your hips in a silent plead to get him to do something, anything…everything.

he gives the flesh of your ass a heavy smack that has you clenching around nothing. “be good now.” is all you hear before the sting leaves an angry red mark that you know is gonna leave you wincing for the next week. simon smooths a hand over the back of your (his) shirt making a noise in the back of his throat.

you hear shuffling behind you before you feel the head of him catch on to your opening making your mouth gape like a fish out of water. he groans at the contact, kneading the fat of your hips, before he presses in painfully slow with a hiss. you whimper into the carpet, fists balling, feeling hot all over. your cunt pulses trying to make room for him inside your womb.

“i know. i know, pretty girl. almost there.” simon bites back a hiss when you clench at his words. you think you might die like this. laid out on ugly apartment carpet trying to take simon’s cock. you could cry with relief when you feel simon’s balls meet your clit letting you know he’s all the way in. simon lets out a guttural sound bordering on animalistic at the sight of you speared open on his cock, last name across your back, absolutely crying for it.

he fists the bottom of the shirt to keep you still and eases his hips back just to sink back in slowly. the pressure in your navel hurts so good it’s starting to make you dizzy. simon sets a pace that has you trying to cant your hips back to meet his thrusts. he lays a heavy palm in the middle of your back, just under the boldened ‘RILEY’, keeping you pinned giving you no choice but to take what he gives you.

“prettiest fuckin girl i ever seen. gonna give this cunt the proper treatment she deserves, yeah?” he bends his left leg, somehow sliding in deeper. there’s no doubt that you can feel him in your lungs. “s’deep simon.” you slur, reaching a hand back to weakly press against his stomach. he chuckles at the act taking both wrists into one of his hands pressing them at the small of your back, forcing you into a deeper arch. you sob at the change in angle. your nipples being rubbed raw by the friction of his thrusts.

“needed this real bad, huh? don’t worry baby. i’ll make sure you don’t go without it again. wearing those tiny tops think i didn’t notice.” his voice rough and deep behind you. “uh huh.” you reply without a second thought, you don’t even care that you’ve been drooling into the carpet or that you’ve been caught. simon gives a deep chuckle at how pliant you’ve become just from some good dick.

he knows your close by the increasing volume of your sounds. he never lets up his pace determined to give you his all. “where?” he asks in a quick breathe. you take a few seconds to register his words. “huh?” you manage to squeak out. “where do you want me, pretty thing?” he says in an almost pained voice. the gears turn in your head before you speak up “inside. want it inside. m’clean. pill.” resorting to short clipped words. you beg, as if you have to, simon thinks.

your orgasm comes hard and fast leaving you sobbing out garbled version of please and simon. simon is not far behind burying himself as deep as your bodies will allow and comes inside with a pinched “oh fuck.” he pulls out with a pop and watches his spend leak down your slit leaving a small puddle on the floor that he knows he’ll have to scrub out later.

simon pats your backside affectionately. “don’t think we’ll be doing any laundry today” he says with a grin that makes you giggle. “yeah, don’t think so.”