#makes u think..

[tawnysoup]

Found my fav Slay the Princess route recently. Dragon my beloved. Your horrifying beak mouth was an impossible-to-refuse lip syncing challenge 💖

Shoutouts to @blacktabbygames for making such a cool game!

[hinamie]

newest issue of first years fashion just dropped

[mysterycitrus]

lbr he doesnt stand a chance against a real clownoisseur

[evercelle]

i only learn your shape when it's gone too late

[emfrots]

what's the term for the kink where you get off on being forced to admit stuff. where you don't like to talk about your embarrassing secrets unless someone is condescendingly teasing you about it and they're getting sadistic pleasure from your discomfort and they have you backed into a corner and you know they're not going to let you know peace unless you spill your guts to them. i get so insanely horny for that. but like. i would never fucking admit that though. you could not torture that information out of me

[kwadlayns]

talk to me in french, talk to me in spanish 🍒

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

apologies

[reineydraws]

pov ur kids just caught u making out with superman

there's this shot in dunmeshi's living armor episode where the party is peeking between slightly open doors into a room, and it pans from tall man laios all the way down to half-foot chilchuck. i thought it'd be fun to do it with the batkids, and then recreate the panning by making u scroll all the way to damian. :')

[plutonicbees]

save a horse (the sequel) 🐎

[lacyblades]

౨ৎ gojo was filthy rich, a ridiculous contrast to any other college student you knew. so, when his birthday rolled around, you couldn't help but feel a little lost trying to figure out how to celebrate.

after all, what do you get a guy who already has everything?

and yet, when you handed him a small, pink gift bag with glittery tissue paper sticking out, he beamed. giggled, even. he was over the moon that you'd remembered.

"you know you didn't have to get me anything, right, sugar?" he said, all swoon-y with the most ridiculous heart-eyes. oh, he was so genuinely grateful that you did. he'd cherish it forever, no matter what it was. honestly, you could've picked up a piece of trash from the curb, and gojo would probably proudly hang it above his bed, maybe even frame it.

"yeah, i know. i just wanted to. it's not much," you admitted, feeling a little sheepish.

he just told you to shut up, because it was everything to him. he was tearing at the tissue paper like a kid on christmas morning.

it was a lighter. a bedazzled one. baby blue with matching silver gemstones and little bursts of glitter. it even had tiny bows and pearls stuck on it. gojo grinned, thanking you profusely, telling you he really did need a new one. he was going to carry it everywhere and only use this one.

"can we put it to the test?" he asked, gazing at you with big, blue, puppy-dog eyes.

"it's your birthday, we can do whatever you want. there's more in there, though," you added, tilting your head innocently. you reached for the discarded bag on the floor, pulling out a single hair tie.

oh. oh.

"i like that idea, sugar, but i have something else in mind." he grinned. "put your hair up anyway, wouldn't want you getting drool in it."

you blinked, a little confused, but half an hour later, you were laid back on the bed, your eyes glazed over as they stared at the ceiling. he was between your legs, stomach-down on the mattress, kicking his legs playfully, a wide smile plastered on his face.

for him, there was no better way to spend his birthday than right here, between your thighs. his tongue flicked against your clit, two fingers sliding in and out of your tight, warm center. slickness coated his chin and the sheets beneath you. between now and then, he'll pause to take a drag, and you can feel the warm smoke hit your stomach, just below your belly button.

each time he leaned up to offer you a hit, nudging the blunt between your lips, you could taste yourself on it.

[keypostos]

caleb is the biggest advocate of happy wife = happy life.

in the morning, he waits for you to wake up so he can attack your face with kisses. he starts by smoothing out your hair, poking at your cheeks, and running his fingers across your lips.

your giggles are worth missing that extra hour of sleep anyway.

he plants kisses on your cheeks, forehead, nose, and finalizes with a brief kiss on your lips, leaving you to rush in for one more. and who is he to deny his wife?

okay—technically—his girlfriend. but still.

after your slow morning, caleb decides to take you out for lunch. he holds you close when you walk; his arm is wrapped around your shoulder the entire time. when he feels you lean into him for more (of his body warmth, but he doesn’t have to know that), caleb explodes. he probably runs hotter after that too.

he leads you through grocery stores (“do you think we need this for the fridge?”), flower shops (“caleb, i think this would look great on our dresser”), and the tire shop (“pipsqueak, you really need to get these tires fixed. good thing you can always rely on me, though!”).

you browse for things to make his apartment more homey. he looks for items to stock your (our—as caleb likes to say) fridge with. you joke and bicker and hide your heads when you get stares from older ladies for being too loud. you’ll laugh about this when you get home.

later, for dinner, caleb decides he’ll cook for you at home with the groceries he bought today. he made a new special tonight: some kind of pasta with chicken.

and no matter how many times you insisted on helping, caleb used his evol to push you back onto the couch. but, when you snuck over to him and grabbed his waist, he surrendered. any reasonable man would. how could he not surrender when you nuzzled into him, begging him to let you do something.

at dinner, he cut up your chicken and fed you until you started making pregnancy jokes. what a dream that would be, caleb thought.

then, at night (probably 10pm), you two start heading to bed. caleb hops in the shower with you (“could this be my reward for cooking for you today?”) and runs his hand through your hair; shampoos and conditions it; rubs body wash all over you; and rinses you off.

you repeat the same actions to him, except you like to mess with him ten times more. you rub soap everywhere, but you paid special attention to his abs. and biceps.

though, caleb didn’t say a single thing. he had to fight back the urge to smirk when your hands rubbed up and down his arms. this might’ve been heaven for him.

when you got out, you asked (begged) if you could shave for him. caleb had been growing a bit of stubble, and you’ve always expressed your interest in shaving him since he started growing hair.

so he props you up on the bathroom sink, standing in between your legs while you carefully run the razor up and down his jaw. you’re so gentle with him—much gentler than he usually is when shaving himself.

your fingers prod all over his jawline and cheeks. your featherlight touch sends sparks all over his face, and he can’t help but break out into a smile (even when you scold him). scratch what he said before—this is heaven to him.

when you’re done, you analyze his face as if he’s a sculpture. you trace your fingertips down the slope of his jaw; the high rise of his cheekbones, and over his lips for fun. he playfully tries to bite your finger before you swat at him.

the two of you brush your teeth, and you already know caleb will be bumping hips with you throughout the whole process. what should take two minutes turns into ten—with both you and caleb messing with each other by tickling, pinching, or hugging.

once you two are in bed, your face is pressed into caleb’s chest. he rests his chin on top of your head, and you feel his breaths coming down on you. when you look up at him with glowing, love-sick eyes, caleb presses kisses all over the top of your head.

you angle yourself up slightly, and caleb perks up eyebrow in suspicion. even in the dark, caleb can tell you’re smiling when you push yourself up and kiss him on the lips. it’s a deep kiss: one where you’re thanking him, trying to please him, and loving him all at once.

caleb is on you instantly, with one hand holding your face and the other cradling the small of your back. he puts all of the energy he has left into the kiss, before pulling away and slumping his head on the pillow like a love-starved dog.

“thank you. for today,” you murmur, inching yourself closer to him. “i appreciate everything you do for me,” you press one more kiss onto his lips before you fall into the hands of sleep, “i love you, caleb.”

oh yeah, caleb thinks, happy wife, happy life.

i wrote this in 30 mins can u tell

also idk what’s up w my borders im writing this on my phone so they’re a bit janky loll sorry

[hinamie]

10 years later

[ink-the-artist]

whats wrong with my dog bruh 😂😭

[evercelle]

it was all so simple then

[han-ban-bam]

nose away from the grindstone lads. go get some snacks. refresh ur eyes to refresh the work.

[dykeofmisfortune]

hilson season 1: haha i too am in this episode. why is wilson always following house around.

hilson season 8: i need you because i don't know what i'm gonna do without you. i don't wanna die at the hospital i want to die here in your arms. if you die i'm alone. I need you to tell me that you love me. i'm not going to tell you that unless you fight. you're destroying your entire life. you can never go back from this