#(sweating)

[crypticarchivist]

Hey so buddy my last test of the semester is tomorrow and I didn’t ask to be anonymously cold read over the internet like this during a “slap cold water on my face so it stops itching from the energy drinks” break.

I know this is for fictional characters but I just read this while toweling my face off and laughed in a way that made somebody peek around the corner in concern.

Ways I Show a Character is Emotionally Burned Out (Before They Even Realize It Themselves)

I love writing characters who think they’re fine but are actually walking emotional house fires with bad coping mechanisms.

They stop doing the things they used to love and don’t even notice. Their guitar gathers dust. Their favorite podcast becomes background noise. Their hobbies feel like homework now.

They pick the path of least resistance every time, even when it hurts them. No, they don’t want to go to that thing. No, they don’t want to talk to that person. But whatever’s easier. That’s the motto now.

They’re tired but can’t sleep. Or they sleep but wake up more tired. Classic burnout move: lying in bed with their brain racing like a toddler on espresso.

They give other people emotional advice they refuse to take themselves. “You have to set boundaries!” they say—while ignoring 8 texts from someone they should’ve cut off three emotional breakdowns ago.

They cry at something stupidly small. Like spilling soup. Or a dog in a commercial. Or losing their pen. The soup is never just soup.

They say “I’m just tired” like it’s a personality trait now. And not like… emotionally drained to the bone but afraid to admit it out loud.

They ghost people they love, not out of malice, but because even replying feels like too much. Social battery? Absolutely obliterated. Texting back feels like filing taxes.

They stop reacting to big things. Catastrophes get a blank stare. Disasters feel like “just another Tuesday.” The well of feeling is running dry.

They avoid being alone with their own thoughts. Constant noise. TV always on. Music blasting. Because silence = reckoning, and reckoning is terrifying.

They start hoping something will force them to stop. An accident. A missed deadline. Someone else finally telling them, “You need a break.” Because asking for help? Unthinkable.

[fatbrooky]

My mobility is getting harder and harder each day, yesterday I was walking up the stairs (ofc I use the rail to go up/down any stairs) to my work and I was getting so tired I had to stop for a second and once I got to the top I sat down and I was sweating a little and then I took my big beautiful belly out of my pants and played with it☺️

[antlersarchives]

Can you do a bo chow smut basically reader is wondering in the woods trying to get back home then bo finds her and feeds off her and he makes her his please🩷🩷🩷

damn anon..

this sounds gorgeous I can totally see what I can do because im feening for this man already and he should get some love - or I mean.. the reader should 👀

[minsungincorrectquotes]

Minho: *pulls out a knife* Jisung, sweating: Oh no Minho: *opens a box with the knife* Jisung, relieved: Thank god Minho: *pulls a gun out of the box* Jisung, losing his mind: FUCK

[sn0rl0]

hmmmmmmmmm

[cowcat44]

My Hero Academia: Vigilantes Episode 1 - All Might appreciation post

[chrissy-kaos]

I'm no Chrisfix, but I definitely look prettier while fixing stuff!

Maybe next time I can "caulk " you 🤭🤭🤭

[dilfs4lifexo]

ARGHH 😻

[fastboatsmojito]

🕸️𖤐 Promptober Day Twelve - Thigh Riding 𖤐🕸️

| a/n; bring back dry humping !!! 🙂‍↕️ using That pic again bc how could I not

| cw; 18+ smut btc, title, tyler owens’ mouth <3, afab!gn reader

Promptober schedule here !

| wc; 335

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You weren’t aware you were doing it until he brought it up, absentmindedly grinding down on the rough fabric atop your boyfriend’s thigh as you struggled to continue kissing him. Squeezing your thighs around his own and desperately grinding against him - in his truck of all places. It was filthy and he couldn’t get enough.

“Feels good, huh?” Heat rushed to your cheeks at his gruff voice, his fingers coming up to rest under the hem of your tank top, guiding your hips back and forth over him when you stilled. Skirt scrunched up around your waist, the thin, soaked through material of your underwear being the only layer between your wet heat and his jeans.

It was embarrassing how needy he made you - thick, strong arms wrapped around you enough to convince your body to practically move on its own accord.

“Don’t go shy on my now, darlin’, you wanna soak my thigh, don’t you?” He asks, always a tease. Your hands are firmly gripping his shoulders, open mouthed kisses against your neck beckoning you to continue.

A moan escaping from your mouth when he gripped you tighter, flexing his thigh so the friction against your clit was just that much more intense.

You were never good at hiding how he made you feel, staring at his arms, or his mouth, or his thighs when he’d sit down and spread out all casually like he wasn’t driving you crazy. He stops guiding you when you speed up all on your own, hands loosely on your hips as he leans back to watch you.

He was eating it up, praising how you were using him like this, so eager and needy you’d fuck just about any part of him. The ache in your hips from moving so desperately was nothing compared to the ache you had for him.

“Ty, I need more-“ You whined into him, pressing your face into the side of his neck.

“You’ll get whatever I give you, baby. Why don’t you make a mess all over my thigh and then I’ll think about it, hm?”

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[janwon]

working rio-chan

[csatraeger]

Saunafeeling im Latexanzug, Schweißtreibend

[jackrrabb1t]

Did I make fanart of a fic, of fanart?

... Maybe

Fanfic and fanart in question

[aceofwhump]

Heroes 1x11 - Peter Petrelli whump scenes compilation

[bloos-bloo]

So.. I am redrawing the bishops,, again. Like. Every few months.. But this time I’m actually keeping them o7 I adore my Shamura sm rn-

Kallamar

[cactikoi]

KINDA NSFW SORRY

Yeah whatever . Don’t ask . Yea *walks away sadly with buttcheeks out*