#we are 18

[holders0ftherealm]

Went out for a meal with parental figure. I think I'm in between tipsy and drunk. This feels a lot like dissociation just different. I am fine! I'm a legal adult in the UK I can drink if I want to. I want to go home. Where ever home is. -Wraith

[tyrannosaurus-trainwreck]

Actually, I know damn well Darcy never sat down and thought about marrying Lizzie. If he had, it would have been a week before he was rounding up Bingley, sitting him down, and looking him in the eye like he was about to propose high treason and going, "Jane. You still down bad for her?"

Coin toss whether Bingley would actually get to answer before Darcy turned around and flipped over a whiteboard like

and launched right into the most detailed migration pattern known to Regency England to keep the extraneous Bennets as contained as humanly possible by rotating them between various Bingley/Darcy estates. Like, we're talking about trading them off for minor holidays a decade out kind of detailed.

"If you and Jane take them for Lady Day ten years hence, Elizabeth and I will take them for Michaelmas. We'll all be together for Christmas and Midsummer, so we'll divide the responsibility individually on those days."

This would be followed by thirteen different spreadsheets projecting joint expenditures so Bingley knows what sort of financial commitment he'll be shouldering and how to minimize it, what proportion Darcy will take care of, what the estate plans are in case Darcy predeceases anybody, when they should probably roll out various stages to keep it from affecting their respective sisters' ability to maximize their own husband-hunting--whole nine yards.

Darcy does not know that he'll probably be murdered when the Bingley sisters find out why he asked for their social calendars. He'd be marginally fine with that at this point, because the fucking Napoleonic War campaigns were not as meticulously planned as his roadmap to getting the other three Bennets satisfactorily married, and Darcy feels about as able as if he'd spent the last year on Elba.

It takes Bingley a few minutes to realize why this is happening, then he's like

"You proposed to Elizabeth?! Congratulations!"

Darcy... knew there was something he was forgetting.

That man would have kicked the Collins's door open with four binders tucked under each arm, dumped them in a pile in front of Elizabeth, and loudly announced that if they get married tomorrow he can have her entire family except for Jane extraordinary renditioned to the Scottish moors by Sunday and then been like

"Why are you yelling at me?! I promise you, it will work! You'll never see anyone in your family except for Jane again, I swear it!" when she starts yelling at him.

[stealingyourbones]

Clark and Danny having a mentor/mentee relationship that’s not fatherly but instead two parties who both deeply admire each others morals, skills, and what they do for humanity, and both strive to better each other and be he world around them.

Danny can wail the frequency of Jimmy Olsen’s watch gifted to him by Superman and Superman has memorized Danny’s summoning sigil that he can easily carve into anything or whisper the summoning chant and they both would be there for each other in microseconds.

I’m talking a bond that transcends time and space. Clark time travels a LOT as well as dimension travels because that simply is a common instance as a hero and no matter what; Danny will be there by his side when called.

Has he informed Justice League Dark? Absolutely not. He didn’t expect it to be that big of a deal, Phantom is simply a long time friend, colleague, and mentee that is strong enough to assist in Superman level battles and a ghost. He didn’t expect the magic users of the team’s faces to pale when he described his friend after a brief casual reference to the halfa.

[mini-minish]

regarding that recent discourse on tw*ter of if andrew would like aaron's kids or not: im not listening to any of you. neil josten literally sent me these pictures himself 🧡

[snail-day]

Geto is secretly a clingy man, especially after becoming a ruthless, merciless cult leader. In the mornings, you’re practically his personal stress relief, nestled in his arms while he keeps you close. If you’re spooning, his hand always finds its place, either resting between your breasts, cupping their softness, or splayed across your tummy, fingers absentmindedly kneading the plushness of your skin. If you’re sprawled over his chest, his hand settles on the leg you’ve draped over his waist, rubbing slow, soothing circles into your thigh or idly tracing the curve of your rear. Other mornings, his fingers tangle in your hair, twirling the ends as he silently maps out his day, but never once pulling away. He needs the contact - needs you.

When the burden of his new world weighs too heavily, he buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply, letting your scent ground him. A deep sigh escapes him, tension melting away, if only for a moment. After all, he’s just a boy who took over a cult - clinging to the one thing that still makes him feel human.

[reunitedinterlude]

rat and relaxation time

[arminthada]

PETERPAN TADSAPON and POND PONLAWIT as THADA and ARMIN

RESET การเกิดใหม่ของดวงดาว — 2025, dir. A Natthaphong Wongkaweepairod

[icemintfreeze]

shredded hopes

[sekond2nd]

nasha was so real handling kai like that. cus wdym ure gna step to me n tell me to share my man?! MY man?? my man of 4 yrs? the man who've ive watched die in my arms multiple times??? "share" DEEZ! bitch r u crazy!!?

[turpotypo]

came home from the movie at midnight could not sleep until i got this out of my system. one like and i draw them making out sloppy style

[mxchibomb]

content. mdni 18+

riding leviathan for the first time !

 you hovered over a nervous levi, his hands shaking violently as he rested them upon your naked hips. he swallowed heavily with ears burning a hot crimson. his rock hard cocks sat upright with two swollen, bright blue tips just barely poking at your sopping wet hole. covered in small ridges meant for staying inside a female for breeding, dark purples and blues majestically airbrushed on said ridges.

 with one cock in hand, you purred as you glided the rounded tip past your soaked folds and back to your ready hole. you could hear his soft pants from underneath you, slightly pointed nails threatening to make wounds in your soft, delicate skin. pushing past the tight right of muscle, you sunk down his large, already leaking tip with a soft hiss. 

 wiggling your hips from side to side, the further you sunk down the further his hot rod slipped inside you. closing around him instinctively as you pushed past the girthiest part of his monster-like cock, eliciting a deep whine from the sea themed demon, his hips unexpectedly pushing upwards. with a loud whine of your own, your hands landed roughly on his chest to balance yourself as your pussy met his base.

 "fuck, i'm sorry, 'm so sorry." he whines softly, covering his face with an arm in embarrassment. "feels too good.. so warm."

 "it's okay. are you okay?" you reassured softly, earning a nod and heavy pants. you took this as a sign to continue, sitting yourself down with your full weight on his twitching cock.

 you rose slowly, feeling ridges brush against your walls. surprisingly, it didn't hurt. unexpected, but in no way painful. you pulled until you could feel the tip right at your entrance, only to slam down with a force that could knock a man dead. almost immediately, a loud gasp and a deep warmth filled your insides as his cock ridges expanded to lock into you from the inside. it flowed, pumping you full just from the first climax as it slowly began to overflow, white peeking from your hole and dripping back downwards to the base of his cock.

 " 'm sorry, i couldn't help it!"

 "again.. please, one more time." you plead with a flushed face, not waiting for an answer.

 your hips were deadly, with a lethal bounce on his one cock as your soft hand teased at the tip of the other. the free cock in front of you teased you as the ridges brushed against your sensitive clit. your hips swished wildly, pussy echoing with loud sloshes as loud as the two of you. but you couldn't tell who was louder, levi's desperate whines or your needy whimpers. 

 “so biggg.. feels good, fucckkkー” you babbled into the hot, steamy air of the room, slurring your words as his long, serpent tail whacked aimlessly, knocking a few things over as his nails dug further into your poor hips who began to bleed from his sharp nails.

 "slow down, i cant- please! 'm gonna cum!" he cried loudly, throwing his head back as his surprisingly muscular and sturdy, strong hips unwillingly bucked upwards into your loud, sopping cunt. his pretty gradients of orange to purple eyes rolled to the back of his head, sharp fangs digging into his bleeding, bottom lip.

 "i'm gonna cum!" " 'm cumming!" it was in unison, the two of you desperately pushing against each other. hips bucking, needy hands grasping onto each other. heavy pants and high pitched moans, you sat down to force his hot cock as deep as it would go. once more his hot cum filled your tight hole for the third time, overflowing what was already overfilled. one cock stuffed inside your tight pussy, while the other shot out in hot spurts over his bare, scaled over chest where it pooled in with the ones from his previous orgasms. you clenched, hips stuttering in sensitivity as your cunt only sucked up the thick, white substance back inside you while you were still stuffed.

 coming down from your high, his cock still sat inside you without both of them failing to get any softer. you stared at him, his face flush with a bright red.

 "it won't go down.." he hid his face in his hands, shaking his head from side to side in an almost panicked manner. "we don't need to continue. you wouldn't want to with an ugly otaku like me anyway-"

 "do you think i can fit both?"

[james-spooky]

WHO CHEERED 🗣️

[opshizt]

oh my god save me rejected official zosan art sketch save me

[inkskinned]

the problem is that being single is seen as the consolidation prize, and not the natural neutral state of being-a-person. at the end of the movie or the book or the poetry, there is a person waiting for you at the altar, and they love you. if the play is a comedy, everyone gets married. the metaphor is about how you are not-whole. the metaphor is about how everyone is going to be happily-ever-after. the metaphor is that romantic love is the most important resource on the planet, not just all-love. all-love is not a thing, that is a disappointment. the treasure is not the friends we made along the way. the treasure is the girl you landed.

the metaphor is that you cannot be alone, that means you are broken. are you getting over someone? that is acceptable, you can be getting over someone, but not for long. you must be single because you would rather not be single. you must be single and looking to not-be-single. you must want to date, eventually.

friendship and community are never seen as being equal-to or even-better than romantic connection. that person is your one! you need to find them. you need to hunt through the sand particles until you can shift out some kind of gem. this is regardless to your own experience of the beach and the sun. you need to be somewhere with someone.

if you are taking this time alone to heal, that is so sad. everyone gives you this little pitying look. the understanding is that you are not actually happier than you were before you were single. it is seen as a sort of pity - oh, you are choosing yourself, making yourself the priority? - that isn't quite right. you must mean that you are making yourself ready for the right person. you are just laying the bed better this time. open up your heart. you'll find them, we promise!

what do you mean you're really-truly genuinely-very happy? you are probably misremembering what it was like to be in a relationship. and besides, once you meet your person, that time will look grey and bland and wasted. your person is the only way for you to see in color. so what if you have taken this time - for the first time in your entire life - to actually-for-real do the fucking work. you can be proud of yourself, sure. but the way we need to know that you got better is that you get a partner. you're healed enough for the next bad part!

people don't choose to be single, they just say they're choosing to be single - they actually mean "nobody wants to date me." it doesn't matter how many people you have gently rejected or how many times you've talked it over carefully in therapy. what matters is that you are single, and by all accounts - that means you are something worth our pity. your successes and life all seem pale in the sunlight. sure, you have done amazing things and finally found your way in life. what matters is that there wasn't a person in the room with you while you did it.

you want to tell them - that's the whole thing. i didn't know how to be alone in the room. i didn't know how to handle the silence. every moment was so sharp, and i kept choosing the wrong way to close the door. i have spent my entire life in the empty well, living in the ricochet of someone else's cruelty. for once i have built myself a ladder. for once everything i taste is all mine, every bite of sunshine and laughter. i have learned how to sleep out in the open with my memories. recently, they have started to purr.

your father rolls his eyes. listen. this isn't about you. i just want a grandchild in my future.

[fishcop]

AND IM NECROMANCIN’! EVERYONE’S DANCIN’!

(Cleo superhero design from wild life ep 7!)