#all for one one for all! ☕️

[poppy-metal]

it's hot where i live and it has me thinking about beach days with young! art and patrick. specifically annoying friend! patrick. imagine going to the beach with them. them picking you up and their reactions to your bikini. barley covered up by the crocheted top you had on. peaking through is your white bikini top that shows off your chest more than they've seen before. patrick unashamedly checking out your ass as you bend over to throw your bag in. i just know art would be so flustered. his face flushed and nervously laughing as he tries not to check you out too obviously. annoying friend! patrick on the other does little to hide it. probably asks where you've "been hiding those". squirts sunscreen on you while making crude jokes - and, of course, you let art rub sunscreen on your back instead of patrick which leads to a very embarrassing boner on his part - and patrick will 100% try to untie your swimsuit. 

-☕

stop because friends with art and patrick where they're just starting to realize how fucking hot you are. maybe you've covered up more before, maybe you're in a girly phase you weren't in previously, maybe you're purposely trying to gain their attention in that way - either way they're both slackjawed at the sight of you. their eyes piercing your skin when you tug off your top and wriggle out of your shorts, the thin straps of your bikini hugging your curves. your tits nearly spilling out - your ass eating up your bottoms. arts face is a comical shade of red, blotchy and patricks flushed too but at least art is polite where patrick just flat out ribs you about it, "the fuck were you hiding those knockers?"

you're secretly pleased, though you roll your eyes and admonish him for being a pervert. in fact, you do alot of that for the rest of the day, deliberately flaunting your body but acting like its not a big deal. steadily driving them insane, even art starts to get twitchy about it.

when you undo your bikini straps and ask him to rub in sunscreen, with just your palms daintily cupping your tits to cover them - he bawks at you. his hands are trembling and nervous as they feather across your back and you moan, arching back into his touch with a sigh, "harder, art." he lasts all of about five minutes before he's scrambling up, like, "uh. gotta piss." bolting from you like a scared deer to find the nearest bathroom and lock himself in a stall, furiously shoving his hand down his trunks to pump his hard cock. moans sounding tortured as he beats himself raw replaying the way you'd said "harder." in his head on a loop.

with patrick you really push it, knowing he wont spook like art. when you're in the water, you lose your top - on purpose - squealing and pressing yourself against patricks broad back, feeling him freeze when his brain computes the bare skin on skin contact - your hard nipples pushed against him. you can feel his breath expand through his chest as he inhales and exhales and chokes out - "what - what, um. you're, uh -" you suppress a giggle at having made him flounder, "just walk back to shore. i need to cover up." keeping your bare tits pressed firmly against him the whole time.

you torture them more when you find a popsicle stand and buy one - moaning and drooling around the icy concoction as it drips down your wrist. they stare at you with their lips parted, almost looking miserable in their abject longing as you slurp loudly - pushing the icy dessert in and out of your mouth - bobbing your head. it gets all over your chest, your chin, and you giggle when you finish it off, "im so sticky." licking the stick clean after. somethings sticky, alright, both of them think.

its a long day - and when they're driving you home the ride is starkly quiet. you hum to fill the silence, wondering what they're thinking about to have them looking so broody.

[nateezfics]

hongjoong’s vlog is so boyfriend coded, and he did that intentionally. this man knows our delulu asses love this type of content from him, cuz he’s aware of how down bad we are :))

[qkmlh]

Still ducking hilarious to me that Zoro & Sanji began their beef because they thought the other was misogynistic and it came to a head of no return when Zoro felt his title of ‘Luffy’s specialest boi’ threatened by Sanji’s comment

[honeynclove]

brings back the vampsim self insert for two seconds

[intairnwetrust]

I LOVE the fact that we have now fanarts of every Archeron sister with their bat boy based "Romantic Encounter" by Mihaly von Zichy 🙌💗

Elriel by @blustock commissioned by @stephdaydream

Nessian by @Sunni_rae_art

Feysand by @alemonleaf

✨️And the OG✨️

[pathetic-gamer]

I used to host a lot of parties ‐ house parties, cocktail parties, dinner parties, you name it. This was back when I lived in [insert small city in the intermountain west] and had recently graduated from college, so the two distinct social circles me and my partner came from did have a little overlap, but weren't by any means the same, which means the different parties were for different people and had EXTREMELY different purposes. The most popular ones, which I held annually for like five years and actually had people tell me they looked forward to, were my themed Halloween parties and their platonic opposite, my Dec 24th cocktail parties. Cocktail parties were easily my favorite to host, but that one was always special. (Fun fact, in some social groups if you manage to host like one single good cocktail party with the right people in attendance, you will always get invited to any cocktail parties hosted by anyone in that circle always and forevermore.) anyway, I mention this because I haven't hosted any parties since moving away five years ago because I haven't made enough (cough cough any) friends to do so and all this talk of Arrival Time Etiquette is making me kinda sad about it lol

[lilidawnonthemoon]

[miumura]

Brought the heat back changed me as a person.

[wackysach]

the brainrot is so intense but the motivation is lacking. literal torture, this is. the ideas are in my head but i Cannot Get Them Out.

[avis-fictional-world]

Showed my brother a picture of Yoichi

Bro: Is she tea?

Edit bonus:

*Show him another drawing of Yoichi *

Bro: yeah she’s tea.

Part 2

Part 3

[seismisu]

MEET CUTE ! : NAGI SEISHIRO

in which nagi meets an enraged gamer who might turn his boring and annoying life, to a much more enjoyable time.

author's note : this might be a series of meet cutes with blue lock!

tws : none

pairing : nagi seishiro x gender neutral reader!

“boring.”

nagi seishiro found everything boring, except for his friend reo and his beloved sport, soccer. he never found many things enjoyable, everything seemed like a chore.

like something that disrupted him from his everyday life that composed of playing video games, soccer, and sleeping.

it was always that way for him, until you came into the picture. he found it funny really, how he met you in an internet cafe he frequented. it's not like he didn't have a pc, nagi just considered a small walk to the cafe as exercise.

you were furiously smashing the keyboard while playing, the mic was so close to your mouth that nagi swore that whoever was on the other line would be deaf, after all your voice was very, very loud.

“hey.” nagi tapped your shoulder, and you stared at him in an ugly way. nobody likes being disturbed while gaming, nagi knew that well. “turn it down.”

and in your maddened state, you didn't notice the other customers giggling at the sight of your gaming rage. you quietly apologized and sighed from embarassment, nagi sat beside you, occupying the empty pc that he paid for earlier.

“what's your name?” the soccer player asked, it was quite obvious that your little outburst because of dying in game had piqued his interest, he had already seen such outrage over a shooting game but yours was funnier, weirder? nagi thought.

“ i'm [first name] [last name.] you? ” you sigh, and nagi slightly grins. this might be the start of something new as he mentions his own.

“i'm nagi seishiro, it's nice to meet you.” and when you smile, starting to make an interesting conversation about your favorite games together, seishiro thinks to himself.

it's very nice to meet you, indeed.

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[movie-plush-baby]

big fan of Timekeeper watching Croissant work for hours and hours despite her insisting that she’s “no fun when she’s busy”.

big fan of Croissant smiling when she realizes Timekeeper stole her sandwich, not mad or annoyed, just smiling.

big fan of timekeeper, upon winning cookie of the year, deciding to share the victory with croissant when she clearly could have just taken it for herself.

big fan of croissant, in the fucked up future of the tbd, continually searching through time pockets over and over to try and find Timekeeper, missing her dearly.

big fan of these two being GAY AS FUCK.

[cryptidanomaly]

This is something I'm making because I've been thinking about/processing past things I've gone through, and thought this would be good to share.

If people are communicating to you that the way you are being is hurtful, are making it clear that there are different ways to approach/handle a situation (and have mentioned what those options are), and that there is generally a better way to treat others...

And yet you continually choose to be an asshole, time and time again? Even when clear boundaries have been set, and you have been shown the ways to better interact with those around you? Even when those around you have made it clear just how much it hurts them, and have told you to stop?

You continue to choose to be cruel, manipulative and/or abusive, despite how those around you have made it clear that what you are doing is damaging and hurtful, and have repeatedly asked for their needs/boundaries to be respected?

Then that is entirely on you. Yes, you heard me correctly. That is on you.

It is not the fault of the people who tried talking to you, communicated what was wrong, and gave you chances to change.

It is not fault of the people who gave you the benefit of a doubt and had patience with you.

It is not the fault of those who believed in you and were kind to you, despite how you treated them.

It is on you, that you continued your shitty behavior, and didn't put in the work to be better to those around you. No one owes you forgiveness for it either, even if you did get better over time.

To treat everyone like shit, and blame them for your own ignorance, disregard and maltreatment... it is the single most irresponsible, immature and short-sighted thing someone can do— and says far more about you and what your priorities are than anything else. It shows where your standards, and potentially morals, lie.

And they're far from good.

So... to anyone else that's dealt with a friend or an ex like that, and had to essentially re-learn how you want to treat yourself because of stuff like this; keep going forward, in whatever form it takes. You got this. They couldn't keep you down before, and they definitely won't now. You've survived and overcome, and in one way or another you will continue to.

You may not feel strong for it, and you may not like having to fight or trudge through the muck like this, but I promise it gets better. You'll be okay, eventually. You may not feel like it now, but you will. Give yourself time, and give yourself patience. You need and deserve that.

I see you, and I'm proud of you. Drink some water and take care of yourself, please. You're the only you that we've got, and you deserve to treat yourself gently. <3 /p

[honeynclove]

hello fellow chefs….

[justsquibby]

Oh jeeOh gosh-Oh how did that happen

[pathetic-gamer]

the thing about cigarettes after sex being like a trope or something is that one time in college I joined a poetry club at a local bookstore and, as one often does when they are a college student in a poetry club, I hooked up with one of the other guys in the club and afterward he offered me a cigarette (my favorite type and everything) and I was like "yes absolutely, but I thought you don't smoke?" and he goes "oh I don't, but you know how it is with poets."