#and the slight stubble

[lil-melody-moon]

There's something about this pic, cannot put it in words

[cherryblossom-barnes]

from dcmfilm on ig

[clegfly]

“What have I done?”

More puter au stuff because you all love it so… and so do I ajsnsjjsns…

[hagenwo43]

Logiebear 🧸

[viridiave]

i drew something blinding earlier and i needed to wind down so this happened

yeah I got really indulgent in my own postgame AU huh akjaks

full comic on the one page underrr here

[blirpus]

funny how a lot of men (not just men but theyre the most judgemental about this kind of thing in my experience) think something must be wrong or that you are not taking care of yourself if you as a woman don't shave your legs & pits or wear any make up like... when i do those things its almost always out of insecurity. if i let my hair grow its usually because im feeling good and confident about myself

[wonderbutch]

can’t bring myself to add anything more to this but i’m very happy w the colours on this one

[spiderlegeyelashes]

i cant stop looking at myself in the mirror i am so beautiful man

[blanketforcas]

https://www.tumblr.com/blanketforcas/740805520634593280/losing-the-plot-stretching-definitions-the

i have a mighty need now for thee beard/longer hair to stick around on mr collins until burcon in march because i just know jensen will struggle to contain himself and it will be glorious to witness

mr unscripted “nice peach fuzz” scruff touch won’t stand a chance 😌

😂 he'd be into it, which makes at least one of us

[lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar]

[thekidsarentalright]

LEATJER JACKET???? kill me asndshkssjlldshkvz he looks soooooo good

GOD I KNOW he looks soooo fucking good patrick ur killing us

[thepunkmuppet]

saw someone on the bus today who looked exactly how I imagine martin blackwood. I find it very hard to visualise faces in my head especially if I have to make them up myself so I just kind of had a vague idea of him before, until BOOM I saw this random dude and now I suddenly know exactly what he looks like.

10/10 no notes he was cute as hell and looked like a chill guy but he probably thought I was insane lmao because I was just 👁️👄👁️

like THAT’S HIM

THAT’S MY BLORBO MY SOUNDWAVE MP3 BLORBO RIGHT THERE IN FRONT OF ME THATS HIS FACE 🫵

[beatlblog]

#lashed to the mast so he doesnt succumb to the sirens song#(he did) (via aquarianshift)

We’ve been sleeping on this picture

[albonium]

maybe it's the hours in the sun talking but jannik looks really good in that video with flavio

[pedripics]

https://www.tumblr.com/pedripics/777205225824092160/est%C3%A1dio-da-luz

Ooh the hair is hairing🤌🏼🤌🏼

it is!!!!

[shinoko-oshi]

Simon, tits or ass question

Simon never understood the whole ass or tits debate.

It was the kind of question that got tossed around by the younger recruits, the loud, cocky ones who acted like they’d never touched a woman—probably hadn’t—let alone knew where to find a clit. He’d hear it in the barracks, in the gym, during downtime on base, always the same brainless conversation.

And every damn time, his mind went straight to you. His fiancée.

Sure, Simon liked your ass. Liked the way it felt in his hands, the way he could squeeze it in public just to hear you scold him, swatting his arm and hissing about other people being around—like he gave a shit. He liked resting his head on it, treating it like a pillow when you laid on your stomach, liked feeling it press up against him in the middle of the night when you shifted in your sleep.

But he also liked your tits.

Liked watching them bounce when you ran on the treadmill in that little sports bra and shorts. Liked sinking his face into them after long, brutal days, letting himself get lost in your warmth. Liked sneaking up behind you while you got ready, pressing his hands over them just to hear you sigh, half-exasperated, half-amused.

But then there were your eyes.

Simon fucking loved your eyes. Loved that he could stare into them whenever he wanted because you were his and that meant he had that privilege. Loved the way you squinted when the sun was too bright, how you’d complain about it getting in your face while he just stood there, mesmerized by how it made your irises glow. He got grumpy whenever you wore sunglasses. Not that he’d admit it, because it meant he couldn’t see them, just his own damn reflection staring back at him.

And your hair. Jesus.

Then there was your hair—your sweet-smelling hair that he could sit for hours just breathing in. He loved the way it felt against his skin, whether it was soft, loose or styled with care. Loved when you let him play with it, even if he wasn’t quite sure what he was doing half the time. And when you slept, he didn’t mind if it ended up in his face, didn’t care if it tickled or got in the way. he’d just bury himself deeper, content in the warmth of you.

Then there were your legs.

Simon liked them no matter what. He liked the slight prickle when your hair started growing back, liked running his hands up and down your thighs just to feel the texture. But he also liked when you let him shave them, taking his time, careful and precise, making sure not to nick you. Didn’t matter if they were smooth, stubbled, or fully grown out—he just liked you.

Your hands. Your belly. Your arms. Your face. Every part of you.

So no, Simon never really understood the whole ass or tits question. It was too small, too simple.

Because he didn’t just like your ass or your tits.

He liked you.