#SH ask

[okage-kirana]

Why the adults didn't think in put sugar in coffee to sweeten and don't taste bitter? Or it didn't work because of soot can't be sweetened?

That, I am not sure either! I'm mostly guessing that they didn't know, don't care enough, or just going with the flow on how things were done in the past. But it's pretty unlikely that they didn't know, since for example, Suzanna herself adds sugar and milk to John's coffee that one time so the taste is bearable.

Regarding the soot part, I thought it's mostly just because soot don't really mix with water nor sugar, so they can't be sweetened and perhaps stand out a lot in that aspect. But coffee is out of question, it can still be sweetened regardless.

I don't know how and when do they add the soot into the coffee, how much there is, or what side effects does it give other than brainwashing- But maybe that gives another reason as to why the coffee is bitter.

[pinkhairedperfectionist]

🌞

Summer, I detest sweating.

[cloudedcreams]

thinking of a yandere! who used to be your old crush.

you never noticed it. far too smitten with the small interactions that he'd give you, the way that his lips would quirk up into a smile upon seeing you, the little sparkle in his eyes he'd give you when you asked him for a pencil. something about the softness of his voice entranced you, the way he blended into the background and yet spoke to you with so much ease... it was comforting in a way. to be the one able see the leak of sincerity in his tone.

he adored it. the feeling you gave him, knowing that you were out there obsessing over him. you only saw the quiet nice guy that he presented himself as, you didn't see the total loser who'd pant your name in his bed, screaming out for you as his toes curled at the thought of your earlier interactions.

but there was another girl. sofia. with cheeks rosy and painted with red, freckles kissing her face, and a smile so lovely that told you that you couldn't compete.

she understood why you were so charmed with him, and it was never in your nature to compete. you were all to happy to be the hand that nudged her towards him, that encouraged her advances, but you were also the one who's heart ached in jealousy.

and so you told yourself to move on.

the tiny moments that you used to seek with him, the daily interactions you'd work towards achieving with each day halted. you fixated on other things, and drowned in your school work, anything to take your mind away from him. he wouldn't notice. he'd love her, and to you he'd blend into the shadows like a celebrity long forgotten.

and you were able to.

you were so enamoured with the feeling of freedom that grasped you once you'd abandoned your obsession that you were too naive to pick up on the little things that would have sent you crazy in the past.

the way his eyebrows would furrow once you didn't linger your hand on his a moment more than needed. the stare he'd drill into the back of his head as he wondered, why weren't you looking back?

most of all, you failed to acknowledge the betrayal that he felt.

sofia stopped attending school. so did he. and there was a moment of peace, were your friends wouldn't give you teasing nudges each time you walked past him, and you wouldn't need to endure the facade of friendship that the two of you held. you had no problems with her, yet she stood as a painful reminder, one that disappeared without a trace.

to this day you still don't understand how. the way that she was able to vanish, the mystery behind her departure. that faithful night that she had walked away from her house without looking back had spread through the news, with no leads and no more than a cold case.

he came into school a few weeks later, his body thinner with a sleeves that hugged his arms.

and once again, you were in the dark.

about the involvement he held in her disappearance, the intricate carvings of your name on his wrist that he kissed each night before bed. he was a total freak, with pictures he'd taken of you covering a corner of his room, paired with offerings of crystals and ribbons that he tied into a bow to look nice.

[fracturedllove]

me after telling my therapist im not self harming and i have no urges too. (im lying):

[misslovasstuff]

GUYS GUYS SOMEBODY SAID THAT SANJI ALWAYS LEAVES HIS RING FINGER OPEN

[toneelspeelster]

by jasmin kaur

[scaphismpriest]

Hey so what would happen to 007n7 if he survived ripping that c00lgui chip out of his head????

ambiguous died or lived (for now?), basically on suicide watch by guest

[catboy-morro]

ive always found it crazy how they call what kai does courage

[meltedmush]

I went to take a shower and broke down laughing imagining Liu Qingge brushing his teeth and looking out his window and seeing a binghorse staring at him with a smile on his face and casually stepping towards the window.

SQQ: what do you mean shidi? Binghorse is completely sweet and harmless

LQG: Slept clutching his sword staring at the window

NOOO THAT’S SO FUNNY 😭😭😭

[alonelylimes]

brainrot brainrot brainrot brainrot brainr-

[dollypartzcvt]

how tf do I get attached to someone ive literally never spoke to 😓😓😓 uhmm guys im scared? am I the master jirai delulu or WHAT

[becca-e-barnes]

all i can think about is bucky literally BEGGING to eat your pussy. just on his knees, calling himself a needy slut, just looking up at you with puppy dog eyes while he just begs for your pussy on his mouth. ugh.

Men who are this into eating pussy have a special place reserved for them in Heaven. Hearing someone beg to go down on you is life changing when they know what they're doing 🙈

But you're so right, Bucky would be so willing to degrade himself like that just to be allowed to go down on you. He'd be on his knees, trying to ignore how full his balls feel, begging for you.

"P-please." His voice is so quiet you almost start to question if he said it intentionally. "I need to taste you. I can't think about anything else."

His cock twitches despite how heavy it looks, flushed and angry against the pale skin of his thighs.

"Really?" You tease, tilting his chin up with two fingers so he's looking at your face, rather than your body. "Tell me exactly what you're thinking. Describe it to me"

He doesn't miss a beat. "I'm thinking about how soft you are, how warm and silky your cunt feels under my tongue. I'm thinking about burying my tongue as deep inside you as I can reach and still wishing I could get deeper. I want to feel how wet you are but more than anything, I want to taste how wet you are. I want to dream about it for the rest of the week. Every time I stroke my cock I want to be able to remember how you taste."

Precum drips from his tip and you're not sure you can deny him much longer. Not when he's making it sound so appealing.

"Do you even hear yourself?" You do your very best to act like you don't love the sound of every word that has just come out of his mouth.

"I do. I sound like a shameless, filthy, desperate slut. The type of slut who wants to kiss and lick and worship your sweet pussy until you're so sensitive you have to force me to stop." His hand wanders between his own legs, tugging his stiff length to the mere thought.

He's not above begging and you know that. He'll draw this out as long as he needs to until he gets his way but there's very little sense in that when you want this just as much as he does.

"Lie on the bed." You give him time to make his way over before following, lining yourself up just above his face.

You take a second to smooth his hair, enjoying the feeling of his freshly shaved face against the sensitive insides of your thighs.

He's looking up at you, your eyes meeting his. "Thank you." The relief in his voice is clear right before he grasps your hips and pulls you down onto his mouth.

Fuck, he's incredible. This is the mouth you dream about when you're alone. His tongue massages your clit, stroking back and forth before dipping into your fluttering entrance. You swear he must feel what he's doing to you. You feel your cunt clenching and rippling, your muscles contracting in response to the pleasure and for a second you wonder if he can tell.

He's hungry for this; he has been for hours. He's moaning and slurping obscenely, his tongue buried in your cunt. You don't even need to look over your shoulder to know that he's alternating between fucking his own fist and gripping the base of his shaft tight enough to stop him from spilling his release all over himself too soon.

It's very hard to tell which of you enjoys this more.

[symbologic]

Zoro's devotion to the crew is undeniable, but that doesn't define his dream He aims to become the greatest swordsman who ever lived. And his post-Baratie dedication to that singular ambition stems directly from, and uniquely belongs to Luffy

Of course he'll protect his friends at any cost! But his willingness to make previously unimaginable sacrifices — the deal with Kuma, begging Mihawk for help post-Marineford — shows something much deeper than simply protecting his comrades Luffy is the only living person who fuels his ambition to become the world's greatest. So when Zoro makes these unthinkable sacrifices, he is showing us how far he's willing to go for his dream Because to Zoro, Luffy and his dream go hand-in-hand

[daily-cheryl]

Something something April fools

[lightgamble]

DAREDEVIL: BORN AGAIN | 1.09

You asked me for a favor. I did it.

[pixlpxie]

Hes just so primal play coded