#eeeeeEEEEE

[princessanneftw]

Princess Anne and Sir Tim Laurence in a carriage after attending the Order of the Garter ceremony at St George's Chapel at Windsor Castle on 17 June 2024

[blitzy-blitzwing]

I need more.

[agent-gladhand]

Currently being sent every plague imaginable (I've been sick for a week which is longer than I've been sick in years, so I am in fact dying a slow death), but still working on some goods! Preview mockup for the submas acrylic standee featuring my good friend angst.

[emotionaldisaster909]

HELLO?!!!

NEW OFFICIAL ART!!!!

OMG DONGHUA THANK YOU

[puddii-ng]

the swing ♡

[nilesandcc]

i will never know peace

[idrinkwetcementasproteinshakes]

PIRATE HOBIE‼️‼️ im pretty bad at drawing side profiles but im kinda proud of it

also Tysm for letting me use the idea :)

@missshelleyduvall @the-kr8tor

[seulggi]

#sunmirevival week 1: favorite m/v

noir (2019)

[teddybeartoji]

no but…. chuuya who’s never sucked dick before sat on his knees between your legs, staring nervously but hungrily at your hard on. having to coax him in and walk him thru every step while also trying your damndest to not let loose and fuck his throat relentlessly……. IM SORRY

NOWNOWNOWWWWWW THE WAY MY EYES FUCKING POPPED OUT OF MY HEAD WHEN I SAW CHUUYA AND NEVER AND DICKK GOOOD GODDD FLORAA

HE WOULD LOOK. SO CUTE. HDJEJDJDKDJDJDJSJSJDJSJCDJSKGNKDBFBSBGBNSBQJXKSKNEKFS LIKE IMAGINE THE PRETTY BLUSH ON HIS FACE?????????? YOU KNOW HE'D BE BURNING THE FUCK UPP OHHHHHHHINEED HIM AND I NEED HIM BAD.

you tell him to kiss the tip and he just gulps. he's so unsure but at the same time he's so excited???? and he's so determined to be good for you!!!!!!!!!! he presses his lips to your leaking tip while keeping his eyes on you bc he needs to know that he's doing okay, that he's not doing anything wrong. and ohhhhh when he sees your eyes roll back into your head at the slightest touch, his own dick twitches.

but yeah no i don't think he'd really realize how much you're holding bsck lmao. the need to just hear him gag and slobber all over you with tears in his eyes is eating you alive but it's his first time:((((((( you don't wanna scare him:(((( you need to be gentle with him:((((((( but fret not he's the best little student ever though!!!!

also. he definitely cums untouched btw. like the sight of you unraveling right in front of him and from his own mouth and hands is just so fucking hot that he can't help it:(((( he feels very embarrassed abt it too:(((((( but then you're gonna kiss the wet patch on his pants aaaand you're gonna whisper how proud of him you are and then he doesn't feel as bad abt it anymore<33333333

[tojigasm]

You're mid makeout with Butcher and he thumbs a finger over your clit through your panties. A soft gasp falls from your plush lips and he whispers against your mouth in a soft kiss, "coulda sworn you said you were a good girl."

[jeongin-lvr]

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGeM4JRc5/

I want to be jeongin's passenger princess

Imagine he's drinking like that one hand on your thigh feeling up your pink dress

The one handed driving…. Lord he’s so fine 😭 he’s ruining all men for me bc who will ever compare to the Yang Jeongin <33

You two were supposed to go out for your date! He put on a nice sweater and you wore your cute pink sundress, one that was flowy and sheer enough to make out the outline of everything going on underneath. When he saw you in that dress he almost cancelled the entire date because he had to have you right then and there— but decided against it when he saw how happy you were to go out with him. But those nasty little perverted thoughts of his never left his mind….

As the two of you drove to the nearby park Jeongin couldn’t keep his eyes off of the way your thighs smashed against the seat. How your tummy was hugged so cutely by the fabric of your dress, your nicely manicured hands placed at the top of your thighs. The French tips pressing into your skin; he bit his lip, thinking about how it would feel it instead of your hands they were his!!! So Jeongin places his free hand on your cute thigh, not even making you bat an eye. Until another minute passed and his fingers were creeping up higher and higher, tickling the edge of your dress, staring hard at the road ahead. You glanced between his hand and his gorgeous face, eyes wide and cheeks flushed already from his nimble touches. You’d say his name once, the pitch of your voice soft and a bit shaky, making his eyes flicker your way briefly, a small smile on his lips a bit too innocent.

“What’s the matter?” Jeongin asked, his voice a touch deeper than you were used to. His little game of inching up your thigh was driving you mad and increasingly wet.

“Stop messing a-around…” You would bite your lip as his middle finger brushed under your dress and in a stripe up the center of your panties. He’d smirk at the heat and the soft dampness of the fabric.

“I think you like it though?” Jeongin would tilt his head at you, lopsided grin on his pink lips. The rest of the ride to the park he’d spend with his fingers enveloped in your sticky pink folds, enjoying your whimpers and whines, “Sorry, baby, just look too pretty to resist!” <33

[the-midnight-sugar1]

WE GOT ECLIPSE BABY!!!✨💕❤️🎉👌😭🌚🌞⭐️

[totalcharliespringsimp]

I HAVE SUCCESSFULLY EVADED SCHOOL!

✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

[sandeewithtwogaye]

My comic got dubbed and I think everybody should definitely look at it

https://youtu.be/9mi2EHjQ2xA?si=kx5KGQhXw-u_En5D

10/10 would watch it again

[puddii-ng]

it's going to be christmas soon, ra*bits and valkyrie.

[hannahssimblr]

I feel bad for Liam, and eventually do extend a pity invite to what I intend to be a quiet night in with a couple of beers a couple of nights later. It’s been a day just like all of the others, spent alternating between kicking a lightweight ball from the tourist shop about, barefoot on the sand, and jumping into the sea when the sun gets too hot. 

In the late afternoon, when the skin across my nose feels tight and my hair wild and crunchy from the salt, I queue for ice cream at the Surf Shack where Liam is slinging cones and coffees. I have a sense that Liam suffers. He must, while slaving away in that tiny space between the counter and the grill that’s always sizzling with the chips and burgers that his father is flipping. He smiles widely at me when I reach the head of the line, sweat pooling on his forehead and that feeling of sympathy intensifies inside me. My sympathy, partially, because I’ve never really tried to be nice to him for reasons that neither he or I can fully understand. I invite him over on the spot.

A part of me hopes he won’t come, that he’ll be too awkward, but, of course, he does. His mother drops him off outside and he knocks on the door with a big, jolly smile and a big plastic bottle of coke. I bring it to the kitchen counter with our crates of beer and bottles of vodka. 

“Will you have a glass of this?” I offer, “Or you can have a beer or something.”

“Whatever you’re having.”

“Oh, well I’ll have vodka, probably… I’ll mix it with the coke or whatever.”

Liam, thrilled that I have chosen to make use of the drink he brought, perks up as I unscrew the top, “Okay I’ll have the same then!”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, that sounds lovely.”

I pour some for him and we head down to the living room together, where Joe and Kasper are arguing animatedly about whose ipod should be connected to the aux cable. As I sink onto the sofa next to Jen, she puts her head on my shoulder. 

“You were nice to invite him,” she says, and we watch Liam as he strikes up an enthusiastic conversation with Shane about football.

“Yeah well,” I mutter, “Keep an eye on him. My money's on him getting hammered tonight.”

I don’t know if Liam gets hammered, I stop paying attention to him after an hour or so, because I, in fact, am the one who drinks too much that night. It starts when Joe starts pouring doubles in the kitchen, and Kasper starts up a dangerous bragging game, claiming that he can hold more drink than all of us combined. 

“Even more than you!” he claims, his finger stabbing at my chest, “Mister big guy. Polish can drink more than the Irish.”

“You mean American,” Joe pipes up, “Or, I dunno, what are you?”

“Not sure,” I say, and slosh an undetermined measure of vodka into my cup. It breaches the rim and splashes on the floor a bit, but I’ll definitely clean it up later. To make a point I neck the whole thing in five seconds, then Kasper tilts his head and swallows his whole cup too, wiping his mouth with a smile and a shrug like it was easy. I know I’m in trouble. 

It’s hazy after that, and when I’m pushing the living room furniture out of the way and forcing Jen to dance with me to some Armin Van Buuren song, she squeals in my arms. “God, no! I hate dancing!”

“But you love dancing with me.”

“You are so drunk, show me your face,” she grabs my cheeks and looks right into my eyes, and she’s swimming in and out of focus, “Oh my god, yes, you’re smashed.”

“I love you, Jenny.”

“I know.”

I kiss one cheek then the other, and repeat, “I love you.”

“I thought she was lesbian,” Liam comments from the sideline. 

“Come on,” she peels me off her, clamping her hand over my mouth, because she doesn’t like the way I’m trying to sing words I don’t even know into the side of her face, I try to lightly bite her palm, “Hey! Come outside with me, I’m going to have a smoke.”

“Okay.”

She takes my hand and leads me upstairs and through the kitchen where our shoes are tacky on the floor. “Ugh, sticky.”

“I’ll clean it sometime.”

“Uh huh, sure you will,” she rummages through a cabinet and produces a pack of cigarettes from behind my parents’ champagne flutes. 

“Why do you keep them in there?” I wonder. 

“Because you’ll sneak them from me if you know where they are, and then one by one they’ll be squirrelled away, but rest assured, I’ll find a new spot to hide them tomorrow.”

“I don’t smoke.”

She smirks, “okay.”

“Not properly,”

“Then don’t ask me for one,”

I was going to, but don’t, to make a point. 

She unlocks the balcony door, “I saw a film recently that I think you’d like.”

“Really?” I don’t know how she thinks I can be involved in a discussion about films right now, but I suspect she doesn’t, that she's trying to distract me so that I don’t start bumming any of her rare and precious cigarettes. My brain doesn’t have the functioning nor the willpower to let her know I’m in on her little trick, so I just listen, or half listen to her go on about it. 

“...kind of that vibe, like you think it’s a simplistic, kind of run of the mill, then all this bonkers shit starts happening and like… oh hang on, c’mere, can you bring me out that lighter in there?”

“Over there?”

“Yep, on the table.”

I grab it and bring it to her, taking a risky move and tossing it, but she’s quick, she catches it before it careens over the edge of the balcony, proving her coordination a lot better than mine in this condition. I rest my elbows against the tempered glass of the railing because I’m losing trust in myself to stay upright. Is she talking about a David Lynch film? I should have listened to her at the beginning of this conversation because now it’s too late to ask. 

The world is churning, but I am invested in watching her try to light the cigarette, because there are two lighters, two mouths, two Jens. The sight of it is funny enough to make me laugh, as both her faces float around in front of my eyes like some magical illusion. 

“Feck sake,” the lighter sparks but fails to ignite, “This one is out of juice. Here, I think there’s another one in that bowl downstairs.”

She doesn’t trust me on the balcony alone, I can tell by the things the muscles in her brow are doing, the way she tugs me away from the edge, and I don’t think I trust myself either. I picture myself falling over the railing onto the sand, and decide that I would prefer not to be paralysed or dead before I ever see Berlin. I follow her back to the kitchen. 

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