#// so... bye

[mroddmod]

the queen of the disco or whatever

[midoristeashop]

15 years of training dragons!

(We will ignore that I am a day late!) Both teethlesses deserved to be here (_3_)

[hinamie]

*about any given drawing* cranking the saturation slider will fix this

[lembowe]

i don't remember what originally inspired this but!!!! i think siffrin would be really happy to see other weather

[shepscapades]

SESSION FULL OF LITTLE GUYS :)

[wlery]

Chat, what have they got themselves into?

[miss-jaye]

cw: slightly suggestive when nanami kento saw his wife about to leave the house in a stunning, tight sundress, he swore his whole world stopped for a moment.

“honey?”

“hm?” you glanced at him, then looked back at the mirror, trying not to stab yourself with your earring. nanami cleared his throat. “where are you going?” he asked as he walked over, standing behind you and sliding his hands around your waist.

“i’m having lunch with my friends, sweetie. i told you that this morning, remember?” you raised a brow, confused. your husband nodded dazedly, his eyes glued to your figure.

“right.” he swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. “where are you going to have lunch?” he asked, his hands gently roaming over your body, feeling the fabric of the dress he so badly wanted to tear off you.

“that cafe we always go to…” you trailed off, finally securing your earring. “are you okay?” you met his gaze through the mirror. “i do this once a month—same place, same people.”

he nodded, humming in acknowledgment. you stayed silent for a moment, trying to figure out what had him so distracted. now that your earring was in place, you became hyper-aware of his hands, their slow, deliberate movements over your hips, squeezing in that familiar way that told you he was restraining himself from acting on his desires.

oh.

a blush crept up your cheeks as you realized nanami hadn’t seen this dress on you yet. you’d just bought it last week and forgot to show him. “kento?”

you called out to him, but he seemed too entranced by the way the dress clung to your curves. he leaned in closer, burying his nose in your neck, his hands trailing down to squeeze your thighs.

you let out a startled moan, hastily covering your mouth. he inhaled deeply, the scent of your perfume overwhelming his senses.

“your friends won’t mind if you’re a few minutes late, right?”

[kitamars]

blows you up with my mind

[toodrunktofindaurl]

"Death's child"

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[cometblaster2070]

i'm making myself laugh thinking about this but I wholeheartedly believe madame morrible absolutely HATES the thought of glinda and elphaba being together like the mere mention of gelphie would probably send her into immediate cardiac arrest and it's not even because she's homophobic or anything I just fully believe she dislikes glinda so so much she's just like this is absolutely NOT happening in my house.

glinda and elphaba are having their gay ass moment and she's like "I sense a disturbance in the force; the wind is telling me those fucking lesbians are at it again."

like IK this woman hates to see glinda's fruity ass coming for several reasons but first and foremost I believe it's because she's so fucking ANNOYED by how much elphaba loves and cares for her, like this pink bitch is throwing a wrench in her plans just by EXISTING and being herself.

and she can't even really do anything to glinda because it'll make elphaba upset and she really can't have that so she just has to sit there and be like

[inkskinned]

you tried everything. you tried relationship check-ins and using positive thinking. you tried modelling healthy coping strategies and printing out pages of cognitive behavioral therapy tricks. you tried relationship podcasts and audiobooks and posts on instagram. you tried steamrolling your own emotions and making yourself into a fractal of a person. you tried ripping out your own hair and you tried to feed from your own stomach. you tried setting boundaries - and when that failed, you tried to be okay with broken boundaries.

you tried explaining, over and over and over. you tried long-winded texts that delicately apologized and took accountability; you tried short and earnest apologies that directly confronted the issue. you tried letting them apologize first - and when that didn't work at all, you tried to delicately explain you needed their apology.

you tried, because you really thought they could change. sometimes, if you caught them in the right moment - they even seemed willing. they would nod and agree to try therapy (eventually) or try calming techniques (eventually) or try safe communication practices (eventually) or try -

and you feel like a fool, because you gave them so much grace about it, and that's how things got so bad for so long. you were being patient and kind and willing. you gave them time. you promised yourself that next week, they'd be better. next week, they'd be the partner you needed. next week, they'd be there for you. they'd finally see all the effort and love and trying! and as some kind of divine reward, why, they'd finally -

the whole time your boundaries shifted and swam. since you were being patient with them, you started taking barely-there token actions as being "enough." okay, they didn't really apologize, but even the use of the words "i'm sorry" was enough! okay, they didn't support you through grief, but afterwards they seemed guilty about that and offered to buy you sushi. wasn't that all good enough? isn't love about growth and bringing the other person up with you?

so when you finally broke about this and finally decided to run: well, you had expected to be ruined. you had cried in the shower picturing it. and instead. instead. you were suddenly, coldly, wildly - done.

[kenchann]

🎤🎶.

[mroddmod]

everyone be quiet i'm manifesting

[bluukive]

(mdni) geto, who often has to flip his hair back like he's in a shampoo commercial because it gets in the way so frequently. It's not uncommon for you to shy away from the tickling sensation whilst he's trying to fuck into you, but you also can't help but be envious of how much healthier his hair is compared to yours

geto, who enjoys shower sex. He loves pressing you against the cold tiles and loves hearing you hiss at the cold sensation paired with his thrusts. He eventually grows confused when you fall silent, looking up from the sight of his cock thrusting into you, just to see you making shapes with his hair that is plastered to the wall

geto, who has to stop fucking you during sex when his music turns off to play a Grammarly ad. You can feel him softening inside of you as you both lay in silence, waiting for the ad to end

geto, who accidentally knocks over some scented candles when trying to change positions with you. The hot wax splashes him, and you both freeze after a pleasure-filled moan leaves the man

geto, who attempts hypnotism with you one day. The evening ends with you working out his past trauma with a certain white-haired, blue-eyed individual. He never tries hypnotism again

geto, who gently coaxes his slender fingers down your throat. Your eyes grow hazy once he slides the digits down your soft tongue, pressing down whilst tilting your chin upwards. He has to stop once the rings he's forgotten to take off clink painfully against your teeth

geto, who's not as seductive as he looks sometimes

[karrasyne]

arthur morgan tiddies and tummy thats all im gonna say

[pascalisthepunkest]

HAPPY 50th BIRTHDAY, PEDRO!