#i luv this still ^^

[inkskinned]

i love you vaccines i love you research i love you reading the book instead of having chatgpt summarize it i love you critically thinking rather than reacting to a headline i love you investigating the source material i love you science i love you math even though you are personally my enemy (math/yn slowburn) i love you writing even though you try to stab me a lot i love you Experts in Your Field i love you Using The Brain

[nanamiskentos]

❛ lousy liquor, loose lips ── 𝓖𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

✶ 𝓬𝔀 ｡⠀五条悟 ㅤ&ㅤsfw ㅤ( 660 ) gojo is drunk and very much in love w/ you

"you're really so lucky that i like you," you're huffing, tightening your grip around gojo's firm waist, letting him sway against you as he's practically one drink away from belting out sea shanties in the quiet streets of tokyo, "i should have left you on the side of the road." the idiot's still half-laughing, half-stumbling down the empty corridor.

but now he's leaning heavier against you, a beefy arm draped lazily around your shoulders, and the scent of sake has mingled with his expensive cologne, "you like me?" echoing, but you can hear the teasing tone in his slurs.

"that's what you took from my words?" you adjust your hold, cursing under your breath, "you're six-foot-something of dead weight right now. focus on walking."

"not a fan," gojo grins, head lolling towards you so soft strands of white hair brush your cheek in soft, petal-light kisses. his blindfold is shoved up onto his forehead, exposing glassy, flushed skin and hazy blue eyes, "i can teleport, y'know. being the strongest and all that shit."

you yank his staff uniform collar, hard. pulling gojo back from running towards a stray cat and making ridiculous baby noises, rolling your eyes, "then, pray tell, why aren't you using it?"

"because," gojo stops walking entirely, making you stumble with the sudden halt, "i wanted to spend more time with you." gojo, being the grown man he is, has the audacity to top off his little sentence with a giggle and a teehee.

but you're doing your best to drown the frozen block of ice leaping into your throat. gojo's drunk, so very drunk and off his rocket, but you're not an idiot and you definitely don't miss the uncharacteristic softness painting his creamy cheeks awash in a pretty, berry shade of watercolour.

"satoru...," you're warning, doing your best to not buckle under the weight of the strongest sorcerer alive as he patters up the stairs.

but gojo's just smiling, slower this time, and more genuine, "you never call me that."

"because it makes you smug." you're reaching into his pockets, practically wrapped up against him as you fumble for his apartment keys. and he just lets you.

"i like it when you say my name," gojo's leaning in, forehead nearly pressed against yours, close enough that you can feel small puffs of hot air against your burning skin, "i like a lot of things 'bout you."

what a dangerous dilemma. drunk gojo was charming in a messy, unguarded way that left you defenceless, with a pounding, traitorous heart.

"you're going to regret saying all this tomorrow," you mutter, but your hands don't quite loosen up on him. yeah, you know that you like holding gojo satoru in your arms.

"or..." gojo's gentle grin widens, ocean-blue eyes wide as they search yours, "maybe i'll regret not saying all this sooner."

gojo's hand, so very calloused from battle wounds and bruises, are practically tracing hearts around your face. warm skin. brushing your cheek, thumb ghosting over your lower lip like he's going to kiss you.

and you want him to kiss you. so, rationally, what do you do next?

"well, yippee!" you yelp, pushing gojo's apartment door open so you can shove the ridiculously tall man in, "time for you to hit the hay, pal! talk to ya' tomorrow."

waving him off, ignoring his whines and whimpers as he's muttering to himself, tearing his blindfold off and chucking it on the pricey leather couch.

you just close the door abruptly in his face, gnawing at your inner cheek when you hear a sweet, crisp call from the other side of the wood, "i love you!" followed by a thump, most likely the sound of a grown, adult man crashing out on his couch — ready for a nasty hangover tomorrow morning.

[heartyluv]

did i wake up and think about caleb stroking his cock? yes, yes i did. so hear me.

i’m imagining…this is his first time doing something like this. wash away all my camboy!caleb right now because this is vanilla caleb.

he’s in his home, horny as fuck. and he tries calling you—his lovely girlfriend—to ask beg if he could come over or if he could send you a car to bring you to him. but it’s two in the morning and you’re already passed out, so you don’t even know your phone is getting back to back notifications from your needy boyfriend trying to get in contact with you because he needs your help.

imagine this—shirtless, tight boxers, sheets are off his body because he’s so hot and desperate. abs are rippling with every breath and moonlight is pouring into the room as he lays in that big ass bed.

he starts grabbing that cock over the material of his underwear and precum is seeping THROUGH IT.

caleb can’t handle it anymore. so he pulls his cock out, wraps his large rough hand that could never compare to your smaller soft one, and starts slowing stroking that dick.

and his breath is unsteady, he’s whining, damn near CRYING because oh, he needs to come so badly.

he looks over at his phone, still thinking of you. how you wrap around him. how wet you get when he all he does is look at you. how soft your lips are when you put him in your mouth. then he gets an idea.

taking his phone, he opens up the camera app and doesn’t overthink it not one bit when he uses the flash to start recording himself.

poor lovebug’s tip is flushed and there’s soooo much precum. he can’t stop complaining about how much he wishes you were here, gasping when he touches himself just right, tightening his grip the closer he gets.

the octave of his voice raises just as he’s about to finish and he’s chanting your name like a prayer as his cum leaks out his dick. he’ll rub his thumb over the slit as more continues to drip down the thick and pulsing length.

you thought he was done, didn’t you?

nope. he is taking all that cum and uses it to jerk off all over again. harder. faster. hips bucking up to match his own movements. he’s surprised he was able to even hold the phone up the entire time, but the desire to show you what you do to him—what you’re missing—was his motivation.

when you wake up in the morning, you’re greeted with an almost ten minute video that makes you realize:

you should never be asleep before two a.m. ever again.

[chit-212]

hhhhhhhgodksosjvnfkaoa

[noisyghost]

sketches of ark's werewolf form except based on the designs of some other funny dogs i like

[gunsatthaphan]

"you're a shitty friend!"

[iloveemmafrost]

back in my day. before emily prentiss in red, we had elle greenaway in red

[jerrsterrr]

hi dca fandom

[laserwalnut]

LOADSAMONEY 💸

[humans-are-tasty]

happy bday

[elvgreen]

~lookbook #4~

01. sweater** | leggings | boots | earmuffs | turtleneck | hair

02. long-sleeve shirt | shorts | boots | acc top | earmuffs | socks (BG) | hair

03. shirt | skirt | stockings/tights (BG) | boots | earmuffs | hair

04. sweater | leggings | legwarmers | boots | scarf | earmuffs | hair

pose

**=TSR

huge thank you to all cc creators!! @sofayya @rollo-rolls @meochicc @simlicious @commonblacksimmer @grimothy-cc @plbsims3 @nightospheresims

[teru-kuromi]

my gf: oh idk if im a proshipper

also my gf: blocks artists/writers who draws ships she doesnt like without harassing them

me: aw babe thats exactly what a proshipper is!!-

my gf: half of her ocs are pedophiles, rapists, incestuous, murderers, lolis and/or shotas

me: oh??????

my gf: .. idk if im a darkshipper too tho

[knifebaby3000]

checked into your heart and trashed it like a hotel room

[accidentallyycreated]

Another reminder that percy actually listens to annabeth spouting architecture facts.(And not him getting ready to argue w clarrise to defend annabeth)

[justquotewithit]

#charlie: I KISS HIM ON THE MOUTH

[grave-ng]

redraw ! 2025 vs 2023 (new one is on the left)