#…babes if you see this this is for you

[bright-molina]

one (1) like and i’ll give you guys a preview of the ridiculously long exes to lovers chad fic i’m writing cause i feel BAD that i’ve been mia 🫶🏽

[grinchwrapsupreme]

Saw a post about helping people that used the analogy of "if you see someone fall off a cruiseship and theres a life preserver ring on the wall next to you do you walk away or do you throw them the life preserver? Of course you throw them the life preserver." And i dont want to add to or tag the post with any sort of correction because its literally not the point at all but i am desperate to say that the first thing they teach you when you work on a cruise ship is that if someone falls overboard you Do Not Look Away

If theres a life preserver nearby but you have to turn your back to get it, tough luck. If theres someone nearby who can't hear you but you could run and get them, absolutely not. You see someone go overboard you point at them and never ever let them out of your sight because looking away even once could mean losing them forever, so you just have to trust that someone will hear you scream for help but you cant for any reason look away

And maybe that adds to the life preserver metaphor somehow but mostly i just need you to know if you spot someone in the water you point at them and you watch them close and you scream for help

[novakiart]

spideypool but it's a comedy of errors

[riickgrimes]

[guzhufuren]

ep 1 is free on youtube

[lazylittledragon]

hey idk which anxious pre-t babe needs to hear this but i didn't get to when i was younger so. testosterone will not make you ugly. it won't make you a horrible person. it won't 'mutilate' or ruin your body. if you want to go on testosterone then literally all that happens is it makes you really fucking hot and REALLY fucking happy.

[ruubesz-draws]

When bae is angry at you

[muppetminge]

wow i love twitter sm.

on a serious note - i think it's funny to portray women not wearing make-up as silly and childish when you're the one apparently caring so much about what other people are doing to their faces.

ask yourself: why do you find bare faces not appropriate for formal events? why does it bother you to see a woman without makeup? how does it effect you? why do you think it effects you?

you're so insistent that there are no societal pressures at play, that women are doing this exclusively for themselves and for the joy of it - then where does this urge to force it on women who don't find joy in it come from? why does it annoy you to see women in their natural way of being? it's a choice, but also there's a right choice, apparently, and anyone stepping out of line shoud be promptly shamed into submission. right?

"a little (whatever) never hurt anybody" okay and neither does a bare face. grow up.

[martiniluvr]

18+ minors dni

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sleepy morning sex with jason todd that starts with him gently grinding himself into your ass as he spoons you, so lightly he barely notices it. his arm is wrapped around your waist and his head is buried in your neck as he holds you against him, and by the time he’s fully hard, you’re both groggy but awake, and his hand has found your breasts under your baggy shirt.

he groans quietly into your skin as he pulls his boxers down just enough to free himself, slipping his cock between your soft thighs and thrusting slowly. you shudder against him as his length grazes the cotton of your panties with each movement, and his hand comes down from your breast to rub small circles on your clothed clit. there’s no urgency in his movements, and the room is quiet apart from the rustling sheets and your airy breathing.

before long, your wetness starts seeping through the thin fabric of your underwear, and jason takes that as his sign that you’re ready. he hooks his fingers into your waistband and pulls your panties down to just below your ass, only exposing you as much as he needs to. he slides his cock between your folds to collect your arousal, his tip soon prodding at your tight entrance. you instinctively reach for his hand, and he places a tender kiss on your temple before sinking into you slowly.

you gasp as he stretches you, and he squeezes you against him reassuringly. his strong body on yours, the angle of his hips, and the intimacy of the moment leaves both your sensitivities heightened; all it takes is a few gentle thrusts against your sensitive spot and some whispered affirmations—y’feel good, ma, so good—for your walls to start tightening around him as you whine. your orgasm brings jason to his, and his grip on your waist tightens suddenly as he releases into you, muffling a low moan into your neck. you turn your head to face him while he’s still sheathed inside you, a sleepy grin on your face.

“mornin’ ma,” he mumbles with a smile, his tired green eyes searching yours. “sleep well?”

[tenrosedyke]

I love Logan being in his pathetic little depressed cunt era. Like yeah thats right. your kids all hate you and fucked off like you told them to and they were the only people that challenged you and now you're stuck in room after room of people who cater to your every whim and are too afraid to even crack a joke at your expense. you got everything you wanted and now you're dealing with the consequences. BITCH

[slut-for-vampires]

Just want to be collared, leashed and teased like a good puppy, too much to ask?

I would melt if I was told to be a 'good pup' , 'good mutt' , or even just 'good boy'.

Train me to associate my collar with being a horny little mutt.

Clicker train me, one word commands to make it easier for my dumb brain to obey.

Sit. Down. Here. Bark. Bite. Lick. Suck.

Tease me until I'm desperately humping your lap or your watching me pathetically hump a pillow.

I want constant reminders of how much of a pathetic pup I am. In public? Whisper in my ear while everyone's talking loudly. At my parents house? Keep your hand in between my thighs as a silent reminder.

Remind me of my place.

[dustykneed]

good luck, babes! 💙💛

maybe i should write a fic. hmm

(edit: if you wanted to know my personal interpretation... watch the can in bones' hand. and the colors mean things loll. i think i'll make an explanation tomorrow just for fun)

[shotmrmiller]

simon going after very single baby moms cuz he wants some of that breastmilk 🥴

might even step into a crumbling relationship and simply take over all for the sake of having some of it spurt onto his chest hair.

[willowser]

katsuki blames the alcohol for making him stupid.

really stupid.

not that he's had a lot, but his tolerance is low for a guy of his size, and he can feel the edges of his inhibitions dulling with every drink of whatever denki has shoved in his hand. it doesn't taste like absolute shit, which is rare enough to have him indulging, just a bit, for the agency halloween party.

another sip has his head feeling a little swimmy, and before he knows it, his eyes are trailing across the room until they find you. again.

whatever the hell you're supposed to be tonight—a witch, or something else in a pointy hat—is really fucking with him, and has since you walked in. the costume isn't revealing in a sense that it's inappropriate for a work event, but it's...hugging you in all the right places. in every single one of them.

without tights, it would be on the too-short side, but—and no, katsuki can't fucking explain this—something about them is making everything worse. and your calf-high boots ain't helping, either.

it's just—your fucking—hips.

katsuki couldn't tell you what song is playing, but you're swaying back and forth to the tune and one of his canines digs into the plastic of his cup, so deeply that it makes a terrible creaking sound and dents beneath the pressure—and that's when a sharp elbow is delivered to the center of his chest.

mina is at his side when he looks, and her wide, freaky eyes scan his face before narrowing in her little shit-eating way.

"you're a pig."

katsuki chokes, and the little freak takes that as an admission of some kind.

"oh my god," she gasps, mouth falling in all her disgust and awe. "you can't even deny it!" and then she laughs, high and chirpy, and there's no way you can't hear her. "oh, you're down bad."

"cram it," he snaps, sinking his scowl into his cup. "i dunno what the hell you're talkin' about."

"you know i really thought better of you," mina sniffs effectively, turning her face up and away. "not the type to be blantly checking out somebody's ass."

katsuki bristles, and his aggrivation growns until the plastic in his hands starts to melt. "i wasn't—"

"i'm kidding!" mina snorts before flicking him in the nose, narrowly dodging the hand he swipes out at her. "quit being a baby and go shoot your shot already."

"piss. off."

but the hero is unaffected by him, simply scrunching up her face in response before turning on her heel to disappear further into the party.

she's wrong, katsuki thinks, because he's not a pig like sero or fucking dunce face or even kirishima, from time to time, who gets red in the face over a low cut shirt and a pair of tits.

fucking ridiculous, katsuki thinks, because he's way better than that.

it's just—the alcohol. that's making his lids heavy and his thoughts dark and his face hot. has him peeking at you over the lip of his cup, has him picturing you in his head when he's forced to look away.

and, well, maybe, the short cut of your dress has a little something to do with it, too—but he's keeping that shit to himself.

taking it to the grave, even.

[andy-clutterbuck]

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