#baggy and shit

[drspleenmeister]

I don't know what to do with Charles looking like he fell into a binbag full of charity-shop clothes then climbed out, and Carlos looking like a muscle-bound highlighter... like, literally... IDK

[monakisu]

lawlight toxic yuri i never posted

[matrixonvhsanddvd]

thought ive been having lately. my strat.

[aweina]

ᥫ᭡. your name , mike schmidt ( suggestive )

say my name until you lose your breath …

tags gn reader. established relationship. fluff. kind of self-indulgent. teasing. mike + sleeper build combo.

“it hurts mike.”

your body was shaking like a withered leaf — limbs tense with a burning sensation.

“yeah?” he tilts his head a bit, a sadistic twinkle in his eyes.

you couldn’t last long anymore.

“yes! it feels like i’m gonna – ”

your poor face nearly slaps against the cold wooden floor if it weren’t for mike’s rough hand breaking your fall. he saved you from an embarrassing bruise that you would’ve had to heal for a week — what an angel. but even then, you let out a muffled painful cry against the wooden floors. the nonexistent muscles sculpted on your arms ached, the wind in your lungs struggling to spill out from your lips.

mike shakes his head as he soothes your forehead with a sweet brush of his thumb, back against the edge of his undone bed.

“i still can’t believe you can’t do push-ups.” there was a playful condescending tone in his voice that you couldn’t be mad at because he sounded hot.

you lifted your head, an exaggerated pout on your face. mike smiles at that, tracing his hand over your chin to tilt your gaze towards his. a hue of green and gold in his brown eyes — a little detail you loved about him.

“physical education was my lowest grade you know.”

the gruesome memories of being cruelly yelled at for not participating in group activities or the echoing of shallow cheers during the mile, you being the last person standing. yeah, not a great time.

“really now?” he asks with feigned surprise — a quirk in his brow.

you glared at him, getting up with wobbly feet and nearly toppling over. mike catches your fall again, gently guiding you on the bed. it was a little embarrassing, but he didn’t seem to complain.

“yes, mr. high school footballer.” now it’s mike’s turn to roll his eyes at your teasing, taking a seat back on the cold wooden floor.

what you would’ve done to see him in a football uniform — now stuffed in the depths of his mundane closet. not long ago, you happen to see crinkled photos stuffed in the drawers, old high school photos of mike. a youthful glow to his face, the curls in his dark hair longer, strong arms sadly covered in the sleeves of his jersey. high school you would’ve fawn over him, you’d like to also think he would with you — through the bulky clothes and thick framed glasses.

“whatever. i’ll show you how it’s done.”

a lazy hum vibrates your throat as you carefully watch mike stand up, stretching out his muscles just like he always did. the same sneak peek of his coarse happy trail never failed to make your heart skip a beat, letting out the same tired yawn with a lousy scratch through his messy locks. you tuck yourself in his soft sheets, the comforting smell of warm cotton and woodsy cologne nearly lulling you back into a doze.

every morning, he would do push-ups like this. you’d have an empty space beside your sleeping form, panic filling your heart. it’s then you hear deep grunts, the noise making you blank out with a blush — until you look over and see him in his third set of push-ups. dripping sweat sticking between his skin and the thin fabric of his t-shirt. mike subconsciously coerced you into waking up early. with the sun still beneath the clouds, you check him out while you’re smothered under the sheets he tossed on top of you. conversing about what you’ll do that day, what you wanted for breakfast, who’s turn to wake up abby.

if it weren’t for his deep breathing and quiet groans, you wouldn’t have to be so aroused every morning — like now.

planting his palms flat and arms extended towards the freezing floor, mike‘s position was much more stable and proper that you were attempting to replicate. his upper body bobs up and down, bare feet perfectly planted on the ground. you quietly admire mike’s hidden physique, counting each push-up with a whisper. his elbows barely buckle with each bend, keeping a steady pace without breaking a sweat. completely in contrast from the suggestive noises spilling from his soft lips, breathless and sweetening.

“say my name.”

he stops mid push-up, a confused look written all over his flushed face.

“i … w – what?” from how winded he was, his confusion sounded like a low whine — the familiarity leading back to this exact bed.

“say my name while you do push-ups.” beneath the sheets, you hid a sly smirk — the wink of sleep long gone from the excitement bubbling in your chest.

“yeah … okay sure baby.” mike’s genuine cluelessness was laughable. his doe eyes was unmistakably innocent, naturally obedient to your command.

now every completed push-up he executed perfectly was tied with a sweet tune of your name. the quiver in his voice was sweetly addicting. a breathless drawl drags at the end of your name — tired hiccups escaping his throat. reaching towards his limit, he growls your name with each grunt. how does he not notice how he sounds? fuck, he sounded so cute yet so possessive, but you refrained yourself from throwing yourself at him.

with one last bend to his arms, your name comes out as a desperate whimper. hot panting forced through his lips, drips of sweat running down his brow bone. mike crashes back beside the edge of the bed, his head bent back to the plush mattress. you gaze down at him with a soft smile, brushing away the damp strands of hair — still snug under the warm covers that combat the biting cold of the early morning.

“i know why you asked now.” mike mumbles tiredly, reaching up with aching arms to brush your hair in return. a cocky smile on his face.

“i was wondering when you’ll catch up.” you press a soft kiss on his lips, another on his dampened temple.

“you have a dirty mind, you know that?” mike blushes at the showers of kisses, chuckling at your little perverted plan.

“yeah i do. now do it with your football jersey.” he rolls his eyes the second time this morning, sneaking in a warm kiss on your chin before he stands up — cracking his tense neck with a hard tilt of his head.

“or i’ll just get myself a glass of water.” mike jested with a dry strain to his throat, taking your soft hands and tugging you on your feet.

you happily held his hand. both of your bare footsteps pattering through the cold, darkened hallway — careful not to wake up abby from her room.

“orrrr you can take a shower with me?” you suggestively whispered in the shell of his ear, nearly wrapping yourself on his aching arm — barely irked by the fabric draped on his shoulders that was dosed in sweat.

mike grinned in amusement, knowing you both already shared the shower during early, much more rushed mornings.

although, it never hurt to hear it from your lips.

“yeah sure baby.” his voice deep and rich in your ear, pecking a gentle kiss on your bed hair.

mike guided you both to the dimly lit kitchen, a sickly flirty exchange stuffed the cold hallway — quiet mumbles and fleeting touches.

besides the discipline he puts himself through every cold morning, mike learned to love them, especially when you’re there to admire him — despite the fact you would pretend to be asleep. he knows, but he likes to play your game every now and then.

add. note : okay i’m extremely unathletic, so i hope someone reading relates too. and can you tell that i got this idea from tiktok … (￣ ￣|||)

[dunkinbublin]

tails i forgor i never posted

[daftpatience]

making my own big pant by cannibalizing 2 small pant

also i drew up a little tutorial here on how i did this!

[dreadheadmadi]

Imma keep my ting brief:

You can’t get mad at Miles smut and then turn around and repost fan art of Miles with rock hard abs, Gwen with a big butt and large breasts, and Hobie and Pavitr making out.

Don’t like pedos on your page? Stop giving them ammo. Argue with your momma🤷🏾‍♀️

Edit: Not defending no one, both sides are ugly n nasty as fuck. Don’t @ me unless you got some real defense, n “but I’m a minor” ain’t shit.

[uncanny-tranny]

I don't need to count stitches; I operate on a vibes-based system, and counting kills my vibes 🦐🦐

[crowleys-hips]

i think it still hasn't hit me that next week i'll be titless. next week, this time of day, i'll be a flat noodle.

I'M GETTING TOP SURGERY NEXT WEEK CAN I GET A WAHOO

[boyfriendgideon]

this is partially related to my last rb but just like op i will never stop thinking about jason todd being a teenager when he comes back to gotham as the red hood. there is something so comedic about jason being like nineteen when he comes back to his home city because a good portion of the conflict between him and the batfamily can also take on this added dynamic of a teenager growing up and struggling to figure out his independence and his identity while not wanting to cut ties entirely to the people who raised him.

…and then there’s the comedy of dick “i can be my OWN hero in my OWN city fuck YOU dad” grayson noticing that aspect of it first. like “sure he cut off some drug lords’ heads once but bruce, i followed him to a rooftop after you two had your argument and he started blasting ribs by lorde and then perfect places by lorde and then the archer by taylor swift and i think he has a spotify account. i asked him for his username and he decked me but still. bruce. bruce i checked his netflix account and he’s watched the mitchells versus the machines three times in four days can you Please apologize. bruce i bumped into him at the supermarket and he got his ears pierced is it to spite you or is he leaning into the punk look. bruce he “borrowed” your credit card and charged a tattoo and fourteen new books to it and i think stephanie was over at his place yesterday teaching him about how to make a book haul tiktok do you want his username it’s actually really funny” give me jason todd being stuck between kid and grownup it makes EVERYTHING funnier

[struungout]

Decided to change Amaya’s outfit finally after she’s been sitting in an outfit I just didn’t like as much as I figured I would for months ahaha…

Really need to face the facts that she is a tomboy and prefers the streetwear looks her brothers usually sport lmao.

[dailykugisaki]

Day 156 | id in alt

MINDING MY OWN BUSINESS AND DRAWING NBMK WHEN I GET HIT WITH THE MOST RANCID EVIL BOOP. AN ILL OMEN.

[camsuki]

Me: I haven't drawn much lately. I'll practice and do sketches of Kerry

*10 hours of work and 92 layers later*

Me: oh 🥲 at... at least I finished something, for once...

[solradguy]

It's fun dressing cartoonishly masculine. I need to put a steel chain on my leather jacket that matches the spikes and compliments the cyborg demon skull painted on the back

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

So PCE lore, my husband is graduating with his masters on Saturday, and (if you’re familiar with my lore you know this guy is Craig Tucker coded as hell) I was trying to figure out what to wear to his ceremony, upset bc nothing fits me and I can’t find this one dress right? So I go “hey do you know where my teal a-line seersucker dress with the tie back is it’s not in the office closet (for reference our home office closet is where we keep costumes and “nice” clothes) and he goes and grabs an emerald green bodycon from said closet and goes “this one?” One eye still on his gaming stream lmfao (for the record I don’t know shit abt fashion I just have art department experience for film that’s the only reason I know clothes vaguely, costuming. I dress like OJV Stan in the cargo shorts and hippie shirts) my guy c’mon we went to undergrad for art at the same time I know you know the difference between scales of green

[charlieisacastle]

im begging for enby darcy arc in season 3 so bad. please please please aaaaaaaaaaa