#*sobs*

[nickelwick]

BABE WAKE UP KYRI45 JUST UPDATED THEIR AU

Heyoooo welcome to angst-athon week!

I think this is a pretty popular headcanon that one of Kai's worst feat (aside water) is being alone/abbandoned. Monstrousity certainly didn't help, but I like to think it's also because of the times he was left by his 2 families, now he feels like it's happening again.

Spicynoodles Bio Parent AU (PREV/FIRST )

Next part is coming on July 22nd 1PM ET

[moonyvvamp]

let's talk about Mira adopting Zoey's "khaja khaja khaja!" love it when girlfriends pick up each other's slang and vernacular, truly beautiful

makes me think they do that a lot, just share habits like they share braincells

[johnlennonbignaturals]

when i'm in a "what are we" competition and my opponents are these mfs

[fallisl1fe]

"Just wake me up when all this is over"

"Wake me up and tell me it's not true"

— The London Air Raids by Vian Izak

[mayhem-offical]

nooooo don't do this to meeeeeeeeee nooooooooo

Group A Battle 1

[yeyinde]

Thinking about post-war/70s era Price coming home to an empty house (his wife divorced him while he was overseas) and a child he can't take care of all on his own, and snatching up the sweet little neighbour-next-door as a babysitter.

Temporarily, you stress, all soft smiles and polite little sir's that go straight to his cock. You're going back to university in September, after all. You have big aspirations that go beyond the whims of the men around you, ones who seem to want to confine you to the kitchen where your mother spent most of her life. And he can respect that. He likes people who have that grit. That determination.

But unfortunately for you, he thinks all devotion would be better suited to taking care of a family. Particularly, his.

NONCON. MISOGYNY. AGE GAP.

It's cute, though. The way you keep reminding him that you're going to college when he slips in sly comments about how good you look with his baby in your arms. barefoot in his kitchen as you make him dinner, his child on your hip, babbling at his new mommy. nervously stuttering around the notion that you're going to become something more than a mother, Mr Price. more than this deadbeat town stuck in the fifties, where women wearing pants is still an anomaly that makes men shake their heads and stare disapprovingly.

But you get these notions in your head. These little ideas he finds so adorable, and ones he sees no qualms in manipulating to his advantage—and why would he? You want to act grown, independent, then he'll teach you what happens to silly little girls when they get too deep in over their heads.

(like letting you think this is just a fling. flirting with an much older man is harmless, your friend says with a shrug. a little summer fun.)

And he plays into it, too. humming along dutifully as you stammer out that you don't want children when he shoves his hand under your skirt after steadily chipping down those walls of yours. Or that you don't want to be tied to just one man when he slips a little extra wine in your cup to loosen you up before dragging you upstairs to his bed. You want to experiment and enjoy life as a single woman while you're in college. And this is just a fling, right? Your friend said losing it to an older man was normal. perfectly okay as long as you were safe about it.

But he doesn't have any condoms, and you're too tipsy to put up much of a fight when he pulls you into his bed (beautifully obedient, as always). A nervous little tremble to your voice as you beg him for more—

(and please, please, please, Mr Price, don't put a baby in me—)

You're skittish around him the next morning, but that's fine. It's common for newlyweds, isn't it? And when you try to avoid him, pretending to be sick the day after—

Well. It doesn't hurt to remind your parents just who he is, and who he has stuffed inside his pockets, so he isn't too surprised to see you at his doorstep the next morning, wringing your hands as you apologise for getting sick. An indiscretion that's easily forgiven when you shiver against his hands, nervously asking how you can make it up to him.

(you want autonomy. agency. control. and he's always been the type to coddle, hasn't he? so he teaches you the most powerful position you'll ever be in next to him—on your knees, mouth wide open, begging for him to cum on your face like the naughty thing you keep pretending you want to be.)

It's a much better alternative than taking you over his knee like he was planning when you didn't show up to take care of your child the way a new mother should, and he tells you this after you put the baby to bed. Whispers it into your skin as he grips your hips and makes you take him deeper than you ever did before. Coos softly about places—

(and yours, sweetheart, is under him. takin' his cock like a good little wife should—

wide-eyed and shivering from more than just pleasure as he spells out your future beneath him.)

—something that seems to scare you a bit more than he expected when he finds out you sent your college applications out when he thought you had come to an agreement already. But luckily for you, he knows how to pull strings and keeps you right where you belong: with him.

Of course, the rejections come at the perfect timing, too, and he watches the fight inside of you dwindle to smouldering embers after your father pulled his funding, and even the local college refuses your application.

You just feel so confused, you tell him, biting nervously on your nail as he prowls after you. The baby is in bed. The other in your belly. His glass of whiskey after dinner did little to soothe his hunger when you showed up at his door with red-rimmed eyes and the ghosts of your father's anger snarling down at you. He, too, disapproves of college—and it's just so sudden, Mr Price, because he used to be so encouraging, but now, he's telling me it's not right, and i don't know why—

Everyone around you is pushing you towards the inevitable, it seems. And he manages to feign enough sympathy when you turn to him, teary-eyed, as your carefully laid plans fall to pieces under the weight of his own. Cups the back of your head softly as you weep into his chest over this craziness—this sheer madness, Mr Price, because surely you don't want to even marry me? god. you can't even think straight anymore.

but that's the problem, isn't it? he asks, rapping his knuckles softly against the side of your head before offering a smile oozing with thick patronisation.

"You keep thinkin', mm," he rumbles, chipping away the last of your meagre defences as he pushes you towards the bedroom—your bedroom, now. "Thinkin' 'bout things you don't need to, love. Not anymore. Got all these silly little ideas inside here—" his hand curls around the back of your skull, thumbs stroking your skin in a way that might feel comforting if he hadn't been adding a slow, unrelenting pressure to the cup of his palm. Pushing you down, down—

Your knees hit the carpet in a muted thud, and he doesn't even need to tell you to do anything—your hands are already there, trembling fingers unlatching the clasp of his buckle before clumsily pulling him out. Scared and cornered and with nowhere to go because he changed the locks, didn't he, mm? mum ain't answerin' the door? but that's okay. you belong here, anyway, don't you?

And really. You don't have much of a choice when you wake up feeling sick to your stomach at the end of August. belly already swelling with his second child. Your first. ain't that excitin'? givin' your little baby a brother.

He presses a kiss to your sweat-slicked forehead when he finds you hunched over the toilet that morning, cooing in your ear about how happy he is.

"and jus' think, sweetheart," he murmurs, eyeing the shredded acceptance letter sitting in the trash beside you, the one you tried to sneak past him, with a withering distain before aiming that dulled hostility back towards you, a mockery of a smile toying along the edges of his mouth when you shiver, pushing yourself closer to him. The only thing you have left.

"you thought this—we—would be temporary."

[oh-kays-stuff]

liara baby *sobs into her hands* i will never gonna stop loving you

[pinktrapped]

Wukong after S5 be like

[flowers-coffee-and-quills]

mhmmm? You will? I’d love to walk down the aisle with you. I think that will be the happiest day of my life <3

Mr and Mrs potter…

You probably know my name already, but lemme tell you again

James F. Potter (if you know what the f is for, I'll give you a kiss 😉)

I'm 17, and I'm straight!! Taken by my lovely gf Lils<3 @flowers-coffee-and-quills

I'm on the football team, but me and my friends have also got a band called The Marauders! And I'm the drummer, best one around if you ask me

Here's my best friends and others!!

@mygentlyweepingguitar

@daddy-issues-made-me-hot

@daddyissues-by-theneighborhood

@weepingsev

@f0rste-kv1nne

@rocks-and-leaves-in-teacups

@scared-of-my-guitar

this is an rp. if you don't like it, just leave.

[lidoshka]

El arte y el artista + The art and the artist

@feanorianweek #5 - Curufin

[ruubesz-draws]

Wholesome brother moment :)

I literally have no idea what some of these words even mean and I don't want to know

Idea from:

[finnbin]

guys.... GUYS...

they make the same lifting face I'm crying

NOT MY ART OR OC, ALL CREDITS TO @crowliphale !!!!

[hannibal-is-my-comfort-show]

[besiegedhunter]

She is being manipulated

[burnt-venus]

This Armin from Levi's memory is so cute, his eyes shine so bright