#PLSPLSPLSPLS

[sharkobssesedpupgirl]

What does a pathetic little pup have to do around here to be used by someone as a little fuckdoll 👉👈

[scrollonso]

marc stronger than me bc if this man refused to rekindle shit with me i'd get on my knees and start begging

[housecow]

If you wanted to push yourself for a stuffing, what would you do? Dozen Costco hot dogs? Whole cake?

hmmm. as many slices of pizza as my feeder can get into me while we’re at the costco food court, then a few 44oz sonic shakes/drinks on the way back to a wg shake and a funnel :))

[carbonatedghost]

Anyone got good fanfic with hsy, kdj, and yjh as the center point? Can be romantic or familial love.

All i've been finding is just kdj x yjh with brief mention of hsy :(.

Like i get the homoerotic tension between them, but i want to see hsy in the mix too. She sacrificed her memories to write/create a world for him for years damn it.

[aychama]

AH DAMMIT

I lost my motivation to draw ;0;

Come baaaaack

Motivation come baaaaack 😩😩😭😭

[fukoronoko]

I need more people to talk about the fact that Ryuji love taking pictures of his friends….because I do too

and I need him to actually genuinely be really good at it and maybe he and Yusuke geek out over it and he has a bunch of really pretty candid pics but also just a bunch of really stupid ones

and just a whole album fulll of Morgana in stupid poses and Akira snapshots

And he never has enough space on his phone because of all of them

And he doesn’t have a lot of pictures of himself bc he likes candid photos bc he thinks people can be at their prettiest when not performing or being expected to be so he doesn’t know how to take pictures of himself

And he has a really keen eye for detail so he’ll take a pic of a tree but end up zooming in on a very specific branch to make it look cooler

And I need more Ryuji taking pictures

[punkrr4et]

Drawing Arlecchino so she wil come home

[jameslongforjimshortforgabriel]

i need trixie and katya to react to iwtv so fucking bad

[lets-all-calm-down-a-bit]

[glowinggreeneyes-e]

anyways does anyone have any buddie one shot recommendations?

[devilandacat]

…And God Do I love You

warnings: none! just a quick lil fluff for my man

word count: 840

summary: after a miserable attempt at making a dinner for your at-home date, Nick leaves you remembering why you fell in love with him in the first place.

it’s rainy and gloomy out today and i love this man far too much so here’s a cutie little thing i put together the other night

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:··:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·

“Come onnnn” The oven seeped a faint heat while your face sat just before the dimly lit door. You had just set the table with the nicest plates you had, hoping the timer on the stove would go by just a little bit faster. 

It didn’t. Feeling like a child waiting for cookies, you stared at it watching as each second painfully clicked one less. You felt your fingers tap the quite thin dress you had on. You grew impatient as you rose to your feet and began to nervously pick at the skin of your lips. 

“We should’ve just gone out” rumbled out onto your thumb as you started to doubt your, now poorly thought out, decision to plan an at-home date night. 

You thought Nick would enjoy it, a nice home cooked meal in the comfort of your own dining room. But seeing as you can’t even plan out enough time to finish said meal, what was the point? 

You began to bounce around the kitchen, desperately trying to find something to do to keep your mind occupied and off the thought of your food. You found yourself wiping surfaces, again, along with lighting just one more candle. Eventually, you settled with playing around with different ways you could set this damn table, “Does this fork go on this side or-“

 “Shit!”, You were so caught up in your thoughts that you had almost dismissed the faint burning smell in your nose..

The timer had buzzed. And minutes ago at that.

You spun your way around and quickly pulled the oven mit onto your hand as you brought out your.. dinner? Not much of that anymore. All that waiting and planning for this. 

You sat the sadly burnt food down atop the stove and desperately tried to figure out your next move. “Maybe if I slice the top off he won’t be able to notice..”

“Notice what?” Fuck. He’s home. 

You must’ve not heard the sound of the door opening behind you as you were fanning the smoke from the oven out of your face. You chewed at your lip before sheepishly turning to face him. 

You picked at your lip once more, “I’m sorry, I tried.” Your voice was quiet as you failed to meet his gaze, keeping yours glued to the floor. 

You felt bad, you really did. All you wanted to do was give him a nice, relaxing date night. One the two of you severely missed, seeing as this was one of your first nights home, and alone, in weeks. 

You turned to face your sad excuse of a dinner. You pouted a bit before you felt two big hands slide their way to either side of your shoulders. They gave them a few light squeezes, “It’s okay baby, I know you did.” 

Though his voice was a low hum, it had an underlying sweet reassurance. You loved the way he spoke, it always had that soft tone to it that made you feel like nothing else mattered. 

But this mattered. Your shoulders hung low as you apologized once more, still daring to face him. Why can’t you just do one thing right for him?

As if he heard you, he brought his arms down so they wrapped around you, allowing him to hug you close to his chest. “Do you want to cut it or should I?” What?

“What?” Your face rose as you shuffled to turn around and face him, “but I burnt it” 

“Seems fine to me” He shrugged, sending a quick glance to the food that sat behind you. A smile began to form at the curve of his lips as he reached an arm around you, grabbing the knife you had placed just beside the stove. 

He wrapped an arm back around your side and turned you so you both stood looking at what you had hoped was going to be a nice dinner. He pulled you in closer before handing the knife over to you, “Who am I to pass up such a lovely meal, made by my lovely girlfriend?” 

You couldn’t help but smile. He always found ways to make you feel like you just fell in love again, even though most times they were small. This being one of those times. 

You grabbed hold of it and began slicing, quite uneven, slices. Nick had made his way over to where you had placed the plates, before returning with two and handing you one so you could place a heaping amount on top, whoops..

After a few poorly coordinated scoops onto his plate, you were both now sitting on either side of the table. He reached his hand out, and motioned for you to hold it with yours. 

Your fingers interlocked, as did your eyes. You looked at each other for a moment, soaking in every feature you could. God was he beautiful. 

“Thank you, baby” came out in that same low, reassuring tone as before accompanied by a soft, genuine smile. And God was he sweet.

[dizzy5]

Me (im)patiently waiting for Kenzeeras book:🧍‍♀️

[23fallencomets]

silverstone logan come back to me

[digitalprincessxoxo]

Becoming moots over clowning on racists 😭

love that for us; we need superhero costumes with matchin capes 😭

[iiheartsai]

why is no one writing for hazel or kit it’s making me extremely upset

[callmeschmoodey]

*squeals!!!!*

I LOVE THEM <3333

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