#but then i’m just gonna relax!!!

[permanentreverie]

a moment of joy in days of tired darkness!!!

[crybaby-bkg]

“Are you ever angry?” You ask quietly, head resting in Bakugou’s lap. His thumb pauses where it strokes your cheeks, the far away gaze in his eyes suddenly snapping into focus as he looks down at you. He looks…different than you remembered, before you both were cast out of the pearly gates.

His hair doesn’t shine as bright as it used to, and it falls a little flatter without the halo pulling it up, soft. His eyes still hold that hardened gaze as a battle angel, but they’re deeper now. More sunken in and hollow, the flickering ichor now a stained crimson. His face is scarred and his hands are rough after the fall but he’s just—different.

“About what?” He asks, his lips pursed in confusion. You reach a hand up, stroking over his bottom lip, smooth a hand through his hair. You can almost feel the throbbing light radiating from him, can almost see how broad and ivory his wings would spread and hold you tight to him.

“It all. Everything. The fall.” You whisper, try not to shrink into yourself with the way Bakugou’s lip curls back in disgust. He pulls away from you and you sit up, resting on your knees, looking at him in such a way that his heart pangs in his chest.

His heart, something he’s never had a reason for when he still had his fists bathed in heavenly fire and no ounce of rebellion hidden under sinless skin. It aches in his chest at the mention of life after being kicked out with the only thing he could hold onto—you.

“Why would I miss my thoughtlessness? My inability to make a decision for myself? Why would I miss being a pawn?” Bakugou is all snarls, all snapping teeth and jowls, but it doesn’t scare you. He’s never scared you, even when his gait was limp from the impact of hard soil, and his hands grew rough, and his back grew jagged from ripped feathers.

“I miss it.” You whisper so carefully into the humid night, hands reaching for his own trembling ones. “I want to be holy again, Katsuki.”

He hisses at you, snatching away like you’ve burned him, like you’ve seized his halo and ripped it into two until it split into horns. Looks at you with such heavenly fire burning in his gaze that you want to shrink beneath him.

“Well—well I don’t. Find someone else who will, cause it sure as hell ain’t me.” You wonder who he’s trying to convince here, with his shaky voice and fluttering eyes and trembling mouth. You stare at him for a long while, lips wobbling at the gravity of it all. Your head hangs low, gathering yourself in your arms, head bowed to him—it’s the only thing you’ve ever known.

“Just hold me for now.” You murmur, eyes low as you settle yourself in his arms, forcing your way into his hold. “Please?” You tack on, unafraid of his bite, his snarl, his growl. Bakugou sits there stiffly for what feels like a century, but you’re used to waiting.

He gathers you in his arms slowly, pulling you into his chest, his body covering yours completely. And if you let yourself relax enough, you can almost feel the warmth of his wings surrounding you again.

[kithtaehyung]

me, for years: no. i’m not starting one piece until it’s done.

also me: *starts opla*

me: ……….well gdi

[bleaksqueak]

Whew look at you go! Had a small problem with aphids a lil while back, but after a whole lot of diligence they were banished. Still have some of the damaged leaves visible but look at all the healthy new growth!

You may be trying to take over my desk, but I couldn’t ask for a better art companion. The moss in the planter is happy with the frequent watering and shade, but the impatiens is trying to devoir the terrarium moss now too

My oxalis is thriving still, too. But it has its own space above me and isn’t trying to reach out and say hello as much.

Okay, this has been your semi annual habitat update. Back to painting.

Also, hello new followers! Thank you for liking my art.

[theswedishpajas]

Good morning 🦴🦴🦴

[allthingsasian1]

I'm honestly super excited to see the possibility of Lucifer and Lilith being on different sides. Lucifer wants to support Charlie and the hotel as it's reawoken his own passions and dreams. Meanwhile Lilith will want Charlie’s hotel destroyed because it fulfills her dreams and ambitions (which seems to be to stay in heaven).

And Charlie who started the hotel in her mother’s memory and was inspired by her, has to face the reality of the Morningstar family possibly having a civil war amongst themselves. Lucifer and Charlie vs Lilith and in the end what she believed of her mother wasn’t true, just like the misunderstanding she had about her father.

We know Lucifer loves Charlie ‘more than anything’ more than hell, heaven, himself. And probably even more than his ex-wife. Meanwhile since Adam symbolised toxic masculinity I could see Lilith embodying toxic femininity as the first woman. Selfish, narcissistic, shallow and self absorbed. Unlike Lucifer who will choose his daughter over himself and possibly his wife, I could see Lilith being the opposite, Charlie’s dreams are inconsequential to her in the grand scheme of getting what she wants.

[majoringinsarcasm]

“I hate people who mindlessly praise RWBY and deny any of its awful writing choices”

I have no idea what circles you’re in that have people like this. I won’t deny they exist bc I’m certain they do, but I’ve seen so many ppl who love RWBY with all their hearts talk about multiple things across the volumes they didn’t like or wish had happens differently or where a scene was weak or where the pacing was off. Especially after people politely explained issues they had with V9 while still throughly enjoying the volume as a whole.

Again I’m not denying the existence of mindless praise but I have to ask WHO you’re coming across who In Earnest and not as a joke say the show is 100% Perfect For Real. Bc in the 10 years I’ve been watching the show I have not seen those people. Which maybe means I’m lucky?

But I feel like RWBY specially gets so much hate and shade and ppl talk about “bad writing” every other episode for the past six volumes like. Bruh if it’s THAT bad HOW are you still watching? There’s thinking it’s bad and hoping it’ll get better and then there’s hate watching and being confused why people seem to love a thing you hate and that doesn’t sound fun At All

[evansbby]

IT IS DONE! WG 3 IS FINALLY DONE AND IT IS 21K WORDS LONG 😭😭😭🤧🤧🤧😌😌😌

[devilfic]

hey bbg i dont wanna be that person but when's the next update for rprt coming😭😭

my internship only just ended this week and I’ve got finals all next week and graduation the next…. I haven’t had time to really touch the next chapter…. maybe once they hand me my master’s degree I can actually rest and think about. words

also pls remember the faq,,, I know I take a while to update but I don’t have specific dates and times in mind unless I make a post about it (and that’s usually after I’ve finished writing and/or editing),,, i write when i have time

[bimiio]

<3

[mars-ipan]

GODDD.

[tvrningout]

what if i did some surprise meme spams… are we okay with those 👀

[herebecritters]

Be Brave pt 1

Next

Just a little ongoing sketch comic I’ve started making for funsies that centers around Flaky. Stay tuned, it could be fun 👀

[becca-e-barnes]

Becca i am unwell!! thot: ceo!Bucky… he’s all big, loud and dominant and work, known for being big and bad. but as soon as he gets home, he’s begging for your cock, letting you bend him over and peg him till he’s crying

I can’t even tell you what this does to me. Like the thought of such a confident, powerful man in a well tailored suit on his knees begging you to fuck him? Begging you not to be gentle 🫠

I love the thought of him kneeling on a plush carpet, his dick so fucking hard just from the embarrassment of having to beg you to fuck him. “You want my cock, baby? I bet you fuckin’ do. But do I want to give it to you? Maybe I’d rather watch you play with yourself for a bit. Maybe I wanna see just how slutty you’d get. Let you jerk yourself off and see how many of your own fingers your little asshole can take. Just like I know you do on those long business trips.” You’re stalking around him, watching how he’s almost drooling at the sight of your bare legs.

“Please.” He breathes. “Please don’t make me play with myself. I can’t take it. I-I need you. I need to feel stuffed and slutty and cockdrunk for you.” His dick is twitching so pathetically you almost feel bad for him.

“Oh baby, you’re a little mess already. That’s so cute.” You tease, running your hand through his hair. He melts into the gentle touch but then your fingers form a fist, gripping it tight, right at his scalp and he moans in delight.

“Daddy’s gonna take care of you tonight, okay baby? You don’t need to think anymore. You’re just here to please daddy. You got that?” He nods so damn fast, despite the way you’re still tugging on his hair. His eyes are wide and bright, looking up at you like you hung the stars because who else would have him feeling so safe that he’s able to submit like this?

“Yes daddy. I’ll be so good for you.” Bucky whispers and you don’t doubt for a second that he will be.

By the time you finally have him stripped naked and bent over his own desk in the study, he’s almost shaking with need. You had him taking three of your fingers to get him nice and stretched because his favourite strap isn’t the smallest one in your collection.

“Oh my God, please move. M-move daddy, fuck me. I don’t care if it hurts.” Bucky wails, your cock pressed inside him to the base as you tried to let him adjust to the stretch.

“You hear how fucking slutty you sound? You’re so god. Damn. Pathetic.” You tease, rolling your hips and drawing the most beautifully pathetic mewls from him.

“That’s so fucking good. Oh fuck don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” He’s gone already and you’ve only given him half a dozen thrusts.

“Careful baby boy, you don’t wanna blow your load over this nice desk, do you? You know you’ll ruin the finish.” You hear him sob, low and broken as the tip of your strap nudges against his little sweet spot just right.

“We need a mirror in here. I need you to see the look on your own face when I fuck you stupid. Need you to see how slutty you look when you press your ass up to take me deeper. You just need me to hit right. There.” He’s gripping the edge of the desk so hard, trying to focus on not cumming too soon but that’s exactly what you want him to do. Just one orgasm to take the edge off and then you can spend all night taking him apart, piece by piece.

[deus-ex-mona]

“i’m all alone, but i’m as happy as can be!”

[frecklystars]

god im so excited for the Barbie movie today. I might be a bit tense while seeing my triggers on screen but honestly I’ve been doing so so so well handling my ptsd the last few weeks and I'm very proud of myself!!!!!

there’s a few triggers I’ve been actively working on reclaiming and I KNOW I’m going to be okay watching the movie bc I am not letting anybody take this from me. I know I’m gonna wanna see it more than once. I even bought myself a cute pink skirt for it ;w;