#HOLY SHIT /POS!!

[herlocksholmss]

I’m the great detective, Herlock Sholmes!

Are you sure he’s not just trying to emulate his own father, the one he admires SO much!?

[the-mang0tree]

...forever and ever !!!

[kamuizzy]

love the new g3 cupid doll so i drew her for valentines day💘

[hqbits]

real footage of me playing this damn game

[taeminie]

Can we say I'm your boyfriend now? That's up to you. I don't know if you're going to call me that, but I will. My boyfriend.

Thame-Po: Heart That Skips a Beat (2025)

[edelgards]

this game is so unreal to me i'm not going to lie

[runeqqe]

“And you believed him”

Who else is there to blame?

[pinkypastal]

Shippuden is a ride

[dasketcherz]

so is no one gonna tell me that not only are freckled siblings...freckled siblings—but that they're also buck teeth siblings??

like how tf did i miss that but OH MY GOD??? THAT IS SOOOO FUCKING CUTE???

Your honor, they're literally TWINS!!

[turrondeluxe]

im truly going to do it this time

[this-hopeless-war]

i have not seen anyone talk about this but I think about it every day/srs

The first thing Ponyboy says in (book) Two-Bit's character description is "Two-Bit Mathews was the oldest of the gang" and later specifies that he's 18 and a half. Darryl is 20. Ponyboy does not consider Darry part of the gang at the beginning and it absolutely tears me apart.

I also like how out of all of them Darry's character description is first (other than Ponyboy) Because to get the deeper meaning of this book you really need to see their dynamic and understand it, I really appreciate that we learn how Pony feels about him really before anyone else.

[lorkalosa]

krerdly artdump yippeeee (i love being back in the fandom)

[izzyfishie]

please i’m LOSING MY MIND over sangihun THEY MAKE ME SICK /pos

[mitchellnman]

I wrote this for you based on the Michael and Martin thing you posted in the tags. It's yours to repost or do whatever you want, you can change it a bit too if you want. Post it in the tags so more people can read it (of course if you want) I hope you like it ❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰🥰

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Initially Y/n feels a little sorry for Michael when the private lessons start. He's all awkward and embarrassed barely looking her in the eyes when he speaks.

But then she starts to find it interesting, mainly because he clearly has no experience with women. Little by little, she starts to clench her thighs whenever she hears him explain the material to her, and she can no longer even concentrate on what she should be doing.

Y/n then decides to talk about it with her boyfriend, Martin. He just laughs as the two fuck the night away. And when they are exhausted under the sheets he tells her that if she wants to ruin the little virgin nerd he won't be the one to stand in her way.

From the moment Martin gives Y/n carte blanche, she begins to provoke Michael more and more, wearing short skirts and revealing necklines. Feeling her own pussy getting wet whenever she notices the lustful looks he gives her.

He never does anything about it, and Martin just laughs and fucks her when she tells him about what happened that day, unable to understand how the poor guy has the ability to not jump on such a beautiful girl offering herself to him on a silver platter. He would have already spread her legs and eaten that pussy until she cried, which was exactly what he was doing now since that idiot had no ability.

Weeks passed and Michael took no action. Martin lost his patience. He went to the nerd's dorm.

-I don't know what part of the fact that my girlfriend wants you to fuck her you didn't understand. - He said as soon as Michael opened the door and entered the dorm without being invited.

Michael's eyes widened in shock as he walked in behind him as the door slammed shut behind them both.

-W-What do you mean by that? - Michael stammered in bewilderment.

-She wants you to fuck that pussy. - Martin rolled his eyes as he looked at Michael's wall. - Got it? Fuck her until she screams.

-Dude, I'm not going to fuck your girlfriend. - Michael said, blushing, looking at the floor, trying to hide the erection that was forming in his pants just at the thought of fucking Y/n.

-Damn, you're hard just from hearing me talk about her, aren't you? - Martin bit his lips in a mischievous smile making Michael blush even more.

-N-No. - Michael's eyes widened. - I swear I've never looked at your girlfriend like that.

-I know you looked man. - Martin laughed looking at the ceiling. - And it's okay.. no problem at all, I don't mind sharing that hot pussy.

-You shouldn't talk about her like that. - Michael blushed, starting to get irritated by the crazy and disrespectful stranger in his room.

-She doesn't mind. In fact, she likes it. - Martin rolled his eyes. - We both share it, and she also doesn't mind if I eat another girl every now and then.

Suddenly a light knock sounded on the door followed by Y/n's sweet voice calling Michael's name, making his eyes widen and Martin smile widely.

-It's her! - Martin ran towards the closet leaving Michael stunned. - Don't tell her I'm here, or that I came here... just... just eat her pussy already!

Michael stood there without moving for a few moments before he walked mechanically to the door and opened it, his face red and still slightly shocked.

-Is everything okay Michael? - Y/n sounded worried and he just nodded positively letting her in while his eyes fixed on her thighs exposed by the very short skirt.

Michael could barely teach Y/n that session, his gaze wandering from Y/n's tits to Y/n's thighs and then to the closed closet door. He could barely hide his own erection anymore and when Y/n looked him in the eye and asked with those beautiful red lipstick lips if everything was okay, he practically begged.

-Can I fuck you? - The smile that appeared on Y/n's face made his cock tingle.

-Of course you can. - She nodded, already taking off her thin blouse and leaving her breasts bare before his hungry eyes.

-Have you ever seen tits before Michael? - She asked very sweetly and he denied it with his eyes glazed over at her.

Y/n then took off her skirt and panties, slowly opening her legs for his animalistic gaze.

-And a wet pussy just for you? - She sighed, running her fingers through the slit and pulling the moisture to her clitoris. - Have you seen it before?

Michael just shook his head once more, completely enchanted by the sight before him, momentarily even forgetting about Y/n's freak boyfriend hiding in the closet.

-You can touch me Michael. - She moaned, looking at him as she slowly masturbated for him. -I want you to touch me.

And Michael did what he had been wanting to do for a long time. He lay between her legs and sucked a pussy for the first time in his life. It was incredible. Her taste was divine and he wanted to suck her until he died while she pulled him by the hair and moaned his name, begging for more.

He was clumsy and had no technique, but Y/n was loving it anyway since his desire to suck her off overcame everything else.

-Oh Michael, more, more. - She pulled him closer and closer. - Fuck me. Put your cock inside me.

Michael almost came in his pants after that, it took all his strength of mind not to let it happen.

And afraid that he wouldn't be able to do it a second time, he quickly undressed and without thinking about anything else he penetrated her, moaning with contentment as he felt her pussy pressing against him.

Y/n moaned and whimpered as she scratched his bare back. And unable to contain herself any longer with her wet and tight heat around him, Michael came inside Y/n, almost crying with pleasure at the overwhelming sensation never felt before, not being able to be compared to cumming in one's own hand not even in a million years.

And when he fell next to Y/n's trembling body, the closet door opened and Martin came out, his eyes dark with desire as he massaged his own cock. Michael felt his whole body burn with shame as he pulled the bed sheet to cover some of his nakedness. Y/n barely seemed to care, still lying on the carpet, panting.

-What are you doing here baby? - He asked still panting.

-I came to make sure you got what you deserve, but now I need a round too. - He said lying on top of her still dressed only with his pants open and fucking his own cock into Y/n's sensitive pussy that was still leaking with Michael's cum.

-So fucking wet and hot. - He growled, fucking her roughly. - What a delicious pussy you have, my love.

And seeing Martin fuck her in that shameless way before his eyes while Y/n moaned and asked for more, Michael felt himself harden once more and squeezed his own cock under the blanket.

-Let me return the favor. - When Y/n realized she just smiled mischievously and pulling the scarf brought her mouth to his dick. And Michael thought he would die right there.

As Martin fucked her Y/n moaned against Michael's cock, and with the waves of pleasure growing bigger he came a second time in Y/n's mouth who swallowed it all with a smile, then arched her back and rolled her eyes as she came on Martin's cock, who biting her neck tightly came in Y/n's pussy.

The three of them lay panting on the carpet, and Martin turned to Michael with a lazy smile on his face.

-I told you to fuck her, idiot.

Good morning to me, hot damn! 10/10, no notes anon. Thank you for the gift, and for allowing me to share it! I'm glad my late night tired ramblings inspire some folks /gen

[number1greekhater]

Claudia threatening to kill him....Anastasia's episode.....Genevieve bugging him. Today had been shit, but at least Octavian was finally able to sleep.

His dream started off like normal. He was a little boy again, and he was sitting in the gardens of Bacchus with his Auntie.

"Bacchus," She said as she braided a flower crown for Octavian. "Is one of the only gods with such a widely varied form. Jupiter always has a beard, whereas Apollo never does."

Seems like tonight's dream would just be a showcase of some of Octavian best memories with his auntie.

"Bacchus, however, isn't quite as consistent. Sometimes he's an androgynous youth, other times he's a bearded man. It all depends." She explained, placing the crown on Octavian's head. "He has a wide list of epithets as well. Ranging from Bacchus Dendritês, Bacchus the God Of The Tree, to Bacchus Sôtêr. Bacchus the Savior." As Anastasia explained it to him, her voice faded away. Octavian's skin burned, his vision blurred....he was flying through the air, having just been fired out of the onager.

"TWICE NOW I HAVE CHOSEN AN AUGUR." A voice boomed as Octavian flew through the air in a ball of fire. "TWICE NOW THEY HAVE MADE A MOCKERY OF THEMSELVES AND I."

All of a sudden it all stopped. The pain, the flames, the screaming. Octavian was standing in a field of Hyacinth flowers. A man stood in front of him, his back to Octavian. The sun shone down on his face, making it hard for Octavian to get a good look. That didn't make it hard to know who this was, though.

"Octavian....one of the worst Augurs in history, second only to my daughter." Apollo sighed, rubbing his temples. "Have you heard the phrase 'The gods give nothing for nothing'? I'm sure you have, and yet my altar remains empty and your prayers remain full. What have you done to earn Anastasia's release from her punishment? What have you done to justify your consistent begging?"

He crossed his arms, not letting Octavian answer. "The only reason I haven't put some plague upon you to drive it through your skull that I don't intend on granting her release any time soon is because you seem to be the only one who can keep Anastasia away from Claudia, now that Dakota has passed. Of course you happen to be a cause of the death of Anastasia's sole caretaker, so again I do not know why I have granted you such patience."

Gods, Octavian was so tired. The day's been so stressful, so- exhausting. He fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow. Mmm, sleep... where nothing bad can happen. Totally.

And nothing bad happened! He was back at the gardens of Bacchus, with his notebook and pen, writing down everything his auntie told him, glancing over at Anastasia every so often to look at the flower crown, checking the progress. Excited to have it put on his head. The young boy was so bright and smiley, life was so cool! He loved when his auntie and mentor told him stories of the gods, Bacchus especially- the way she made it sound so interesting, he was sure if it were anyone else trying to teach him they'd just bore him to death.

...And then he was falling. He relived his death again, and it was agonizing. Being shot out of that damned onager, now hurt even more than before, because he was essentially ripped from Anastasia, again. One moment she was there, and the next she wasn't. It was torture. He wished he could stay with her forever, but- that wasn't the case, was it? Nice things never last.

And then it stopped- when a voice appeared. Oh, how he hated when people yelled at him. It was so awful, yes, he deserved it most of the time, but it was still awful and he thought it unfair- that is, until he realized who was yelling at him. It made him second guess himself. Has he really been giving the god nothing? Nothing at all? He- he's been gutting the stuffies in his name! He's been giving offerings- those were his offerings, that and his eternal devotion! Though maybe that wasn't enough. Good gods, he was a bootlicker to the divine and it turns out he was bad at even that!

"My lord-" He tried to speak, even despite knowing that usually in dreams he cannot talk, unable to- forced to just watch whatever's happening. Surprised when he heard his own voice come out of his mouth, he paused- taking a moment to realize he could talk. Actually talk. And processed what he was just told. Dakota didn't die in the attack on Camp Half-Blood, did he? He couldn't remember... cloudy memory. "H- have I not been obedient enough-? Have I done the auguries wrong, have- has-"

...He couldn't find the right words. Apollo has never talked to him like this before.

[sponfawn]

They're in love, your honor