#just a suggestion...

[nataliescatorrccio]

Maybe the same songwriter who claimed she pretended she was a Victorian lady writing with a quill while making Folklore sees herself as a "tortured poet" and that choice of title was not a dig at Joe Alwyn's group chat.... shocking I know

[justanotherpersonwhowrites]

Wait... how did Wes find out about JJ? He sent him that letter but didn't he think Larissa's baby drowned with her? Am I forgetting something??

[lovelyblep]

No shame in using the safeword (quitting a fic that doesnt do it)

[time-woods]

friends wanted more spamtenna so heres ur part 2 slop

[fidgetspringer-art]

Have some more ✨Suggestive Boots✨

[chloesimaginationthings]

God forbid Michael has some FNAF whimsy

[kicks0u]

slush puppy! 💜

[smokin-salmon]

The pain was unbearable.

[kitskiis]

He keeps doing this I’m gonna cry

[demi-pixellated]

Shadow's No Good, Very Bad Day

[justarandomart]

for @emotrainz

He has a smoothie, isn't that obvious?

[conmenn]

normal innkeeper with no past crimes to speak of <3

[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?”

[mynnthia]

was talking with a friend about how some of dunmeshi fаndom misunderstands kabru's initial feelings towards laios.

to sum up kabru's situation via a self-contained modernized metaphor:

kabru is like a guy who lost his entire family in a highly traumatic car accident. years later he joins a discord server and takes note of laios, another server member who seems interesting, so they start chatting. then laios reveals his special interest and favorite movie of all time is David Cronenberg's Crash (1996), and invites kabru to go watch a demolition derby with him