#and also obv

[ssongsboo]

steve and fave sitting in the back of his gf's car (mine) After she just got done speeding probably very illegally... but he got hard cuz of the adrenaline and the Music!! (cuz if i was a guy i'd get hard from certain songs and i'm sure of it)

he's like nervous at first like "omg .. should u be speeding hah..." and she's like "ehhh this is normal i do illegal street racing all the time" and steve just starts getting really hard cuz wtf?? you never told me?? thats? so? hot?!

my monthly check in to spew a thought and then randomly leave ..imsorryivebeeninacrazybaddepressiveep agh

xoxo, 🐈‍⬛

the bass was still thumping when you pulled into the empty lot, the new car humming beneath you like it knew what you’d done. tires hot, engine purring, the scent of rubber and speed still clinging to the night air.

you tapped the wheel with a satisfied sigh, glancing over to find steve staring- wide-eyed, flushed, breathing a little too hard.

“you good?” you asked, trying not to smile.

he blinked. swallowed. “you didn’t tell me you could drive like that.”

you shrugged, leaning back in your seat, letting the music cradle your voice. “just wanted to feel it out. you got me something this nice… figured it deserved a proper first ride.” you leaned back in your seat, the city lights casting gold across your skin. “besides, that was nothing. i used to race…maybe a little illegally. used to win too, tho.”

that shut him up.

you watched it roll through him like smoke- confusion, awe, desire. he tried to hide the way his thighs shifted, the way his hand drifted toward his lap like he was embarrassed to be so obvious.

“you’re hard,” you said, almost teasing, fingers brushing the bulge through his jeans.

“i-“ he swallowed, jaw tight.

before he could even come up with an excuse you leaned closer, whispering over the throb of the music, “you wanna know what else i haven’t told you yet?”

you turned to him, all honey and heat, “how much i love this new car. i wanna thank you properly for it- break it in together.”

and before he could say another word, you were sliding into the backseat, already pulling off your jacket and shorts, tugging him along with you by the belt loops.

when he climbed in after you, eyes dark, hands hesitant, you pulled him down by the collar and kissed him slow and deep.

“you know,” he purred against your lips, “if you’re so thankful then i should be the one who gets to decide how you do it.”

he laid back and just patted his chest, urging you to move on top. straddling his chest, the city outside became a blur, the low thrum of the speakers still pulsing through your spine.

“ever done this before?” he asked, voice low as your bare thighs bracketed his face. “not like this.” you smiled shyly, all heat and sin, as he pulled you onto his mouth.

he groaned against you, the sound muffled by skin, by heat, by the weight of you above him. his hands flew to your thighs on instinct, fingers gripping hard enough to bruise- not to push you away, but to anchor himself.

you rolled your hips slow, testing, and felt his tongue falter just a little before finding rhythm. unsure at first. reverent. like he couldn’t believe this was real.

the music still pulsed through the car, low and sensual, wrapping around you both like a velvet fog. every bassline rippled down your spine, and every flick of his tongue sent it back up again.

“just like that,” you breathed, one hand tangled in his hair, the other braced against the fogging glass. “don’t stop.”

his eyes fluttered shut, mouth opening wider, hungrier now. he moaned against you- deep and desperate- and the sound lit you up from the inside out.

you leaned back, giving him more of your weight, letting him drown in it. the city outside faded. the leather beneath you creaked. every inhale was yours. every exhale was his.

you rocked your hips a little faster, chasing it, the pleasure building sharp behind your ribs. “fuck, steve-“ he groaned like he was the one being pleasured. like the taste of you was something holy. you glanced down at him through hooded eyes, and the sight nearly undid you- his flushed cheeks, spit-slick chin, pupils blown wide as he devoured you like a man starved.

your thighs trembled. your fingers tightened in his hair. he didn’t let up, not even when you gasped his name again, not even when your whole body went taut above him.

when it finally hit, it was like the music itself cracked open with you- low, guttural, shaking all the way through your limbs.

you stayed there for a moment, still catching your breath- hips twitching slightly, thighs trembling against his jaw. his hands rubbed slow, grounding circles into your skin like he didn’t want you to move. like he was still high off the taste of you.

you leaned forward, brushing the sweat-damp hair off his forehead, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“thank you,” you whispered, voice low and breathless. “for the car. for… all of it.”

he blinked up at you, eyes a little dazed, lips shiny and parted.

you smiled. “my turn now.”

his breath hitched, chest rising fast beneath you.

“tell me what you want, steve,” you murmured, tracing a slow line down his stomach with your fingertips. “i’ll do anything for you.” you shifted lower, kissing down his neck.

“let me thank you properly now,” you said again, sweet and sinful. “need to make you feel just how much i appreciate you.”

[stealingpotatoes]

some alternative eras of lady normalgirl and her eunuch <3

[onewithblankets]

this week on game changer, I am faced with the realization that good actors are, in fact, good actors

[jordanswitches]

one of the hottest things ever is forced orgasms. someone fighting their body for me. getting them really really close and telling them not to cum and they're like straining and clenching their muslces trying to hold it back, even though they know i'm not gonna stop in time and their orgasm is inevitable. but they'll try anyway because they want to be good for me so bad. "stopstopstop, please, i'm gonna cum" awww you can't hold it for me? just a little longer? i know you can do it baby. i know you wanna cum so bad and it feels so good and you just wanna give into the feeling, but hold it. you know i'll ruin it if you don't.

[soapbbox]

You know how in TFP Optimus can’t really remember what happened during his time without the matrix. Yeah. The sad version of this what if Optimus met cogless Megatron.

Cont from this, and this

[fairsweetlonging]

imagine an au where shen yuan transmigrates into a blank slate npc with very little system involvement, traveling around for a while until he's found by yue qingyuan and taken back to the sect because apparently shen qingqiu went missing around his transmigration period and shen yuan looks exactly like him, so it must be him, but then a few weeks later when he's just settled in on the peak and accepted his fate the real shen qingqiu shows up who was just on vacation and everyone forgot.

now there are two shen qingqiu's, one of whom is the real one and the other an amnesiac they gaslighted into believing he is shen qingqiu.

anyway—shen qingqiu has a new didi now!

[smileyobrien]

I really don't care where we end up as long as we're together.

[artist-rat]

fine dining at the blushing mermaid. with the boogieboys

[cosmicrhetoric]

ok i finally get why everyone fucking loves law it's cause every time the straw hats do literally anything they cut back to him making this EXACT face

[metaphysicalesbianism]

bringing this back like 10 years later

[seiwas]

just thought about stepdad bakugo being caught off guard the first time your teenage son calls him “dad” 🥺

it’s after years of being with you. their relationship isn’t bad by any means—it’s okay; it’s good. but your son has called him katsuki for the longest time, and he was happy with that, perfectly content even (at least, he thought he was).

it was enough that your boy dubbed his cooking “the best in the entire universe and beyond”; it was enough that your boy trusted him enough with a few harmless secrets that you may never know. it was enough that you’d both welcomed him into your home, into your lives, in a way that’s made him feel like he belongs.

it was enough (at least, he thought it was), until your kid comes home with a group of friends one day and they ask him, “who’s the guy in your backyard?”

between the scrapes of soil against his gardening shovel and mild hearing problems, katsuki shouldn’t have been able to hear anything—but he hears this loud and clear.

your kid tells his friends, “oh, that’s just my dad,” like it’s the most obvious, natural thing in the world and it hits katsuki square in the chest.

the next thing he knows, he’s smiling, eyes a little wet but not yet crying (—is what he’ll tell you later). it’s a small curve of his lips, but it stays plastered on until the moment you come home.

you wonder, when the three of you are cleaning up after dinner, “what’s got you all smiley today?”

he looks at you, back a little straighter and chest puffed out just a bit more. then, he glances at your son just an earshot away, wiping the table clean; he turns to you, mumbling, “tell ya ‘bout it later.”

(like he’s got all the pride in the world, like he’s got all the love in the world).

[art--harridan]

[Image description: A digital drawing of Iris Campbell from the film Final Destination Bloodlines. It depicts her on the night of the Skyview premonition, wearing her blue dress with white accessories. One of her hands in being pulled to the left out of frame, her body being tugged along with it. Her other arm hangs limply. Below the engagement ring, her ring finger is coloured a bright red, which drips off of it into a curved line. This line travels to the right and splits off into eight different lines of varying sizes, each one with an arrow tip. One of these arrows travels behind her head, and spirals as it travels. These tips all point towards a penny falling downwards. Iris is turning her head and gaze towards it. Her eyebrows bunch up and her mouth falls open slightly as sweat drips down her face. The background is a bold, warm yellow, which contrasts greatly against the blue of her dress and the red of the arrows.]

waiting for the penny to drop

[ilynpilled]

not the first person to say this im sure but the main thing for female villains when it comes to thriving to make them more multifaceted and dimensional and empathetic for an audience being “but she loved her children… but she wouldve done everything for her children…” drives me up the fucking wall. the men do not get this same treatment at all. there is so fucking much other shit you can do to make these characters sympathetic

[little-saw]

tips to caring for littles who suffer from:

emotional dysregulation, hyper empathy,

and harsh moodswings !!

• develop grounding techniques to bring your little back to earth when they spiral. (breathing exercises, hand squeezing, observation games, etc.)

• remind them that what they're feeling is only big right now, and will pass.

• offer reassurance and spend time with them. Do not get angry if your little is easily upset or agitated.

• if the source of the moodswing or dysregulation is removable, try to get your little or the cause away from the other.

• find distractions to help your baby cope. (tv, games, toys, coloring, etc.)

• offer to talk with them about their big feelings and / or listen.

• if they're comfortable with it, take over bigger tasks and set down rules to prevent harm. (Ex: earlier bedtimes, no exceptions.)

• show love towards your little, and communicate your feelings aswell.

• encourage your little to be open about their moodswings the moment they have them. Preventing further damage or fear for both parties.

• if your little is experiencing hyper empathy towards another party, assure them they're a good person for feeling on the other's behalf, but remind them that they're their own person.

• if your little is neglecting themselves for others, step in and stop them from doing so if safe.

As someone who experiences big emotions very quickly, and has symptoms of hyper empathy as well as bpd. I have a hard time distinguishing my emotions, I hope this post helps others like me ^^ feel free to add your own tips on!

[sonboyadam]

screaming crying throwing up

art by mrotisky

[sameboot]

Paraphrasing again buuut I wanted to try illustrating this scene!