#give him a chair

[castrovulcant]

He sits on your dash

[Image description: an image of the Fifth Doctor sitting with his legs crossed on a transparent background/end image description]

[fuubee]

mr. persona 5!! aigis is right behind you!!

so p3r’s the answer dlc having a joker challenge battle…is he not a child in the timeline rn? I choose to believe that cognitive dream nonsense is making him fight as his future self or whatever. someone save lil bro

[deadpoets]

DEAD POETS SOCIETY (1989) dir. Peter Weir

[wigglebox]

Destiel Pride - Day 6; Profound bond

[mangofanarts]

Sunny and their crown friends (aka, their bodyguard, chauffeur and Accountant)

EDIT: @this-is-a-name-dont-worry Thank you for letting me know about their pronouns!! I wasn't aware :>!! Unfortunately I can't edit my tags to change some of it to they because I'm on mobile tho I'll use they/them for sunny more in the future!!

[essektheylyss]

THEY FINALLY INDICTED THAT MOTHERFUCKER

[http-wolfstar]

hi! your art is beautiful:) maybe you could do Remus kissing Sirius’ forehead or sth :3

Awh thank you!!

Only the softest kisses for these sillies teehee

[garlicboyart]

man fuck that maxwell guy. all of adventure mode just for this bull

+ havijg fun with charlie!!! but watch out.

[cockroachesunite]

Go for broke AU part 2

☞ (Part 1) . (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5)

(masterpost)

[totallyradicalmucky]

Lame ass stink family

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

i love u a million times!

xoxo

[ichore]

I wonder how many times you think we can tease alhaitham in the library before he snaps and ends up edging us under the table?

tags, warnings: alhaitham x afab!reader, reader is a librarian, they're in a relationship, alhaitham is a busy man but god knows even he can't resist you, fingering, public sex

wc: 707

The tired, golden hue of the late afternoon Sun seeped through the stained glass windows of the House of Daena. The fragrances of fresh ink and old parchment mixed in the air, merely the knock of your heels disturbed the stillness of the library as you made your way across the building to sit next to the Scribe.

He whispered a hi before his attention darted back to his paperwork, his hand writing his signature expertly before adding the next paper to the enormous pile on his desk. You pouted; although you knew what it meant to be a Scribe for him, it never not felt like you were robbed of your time together, even if you were a librarian and you got to see him everyday. You tried your best not to forget he has his own office, but he sacrificed the peace and the quiet solitude of his own space to see more of you.

“Have you checked your messages?” you asked, whispering as a habit despite the library sounding hollow. You dragged your finger along the edge of the mahogany table as you made your way behind his back. His headphones flickered with a vibrant green light, letting you know that he sound proofed himself and he probably didn't even know that you two were alone. Your hands found his collarbones, your fingers kneading the tension in his shoulders before traveling down to his broad chest as you kissed him on the cheek. A pleased huff of air left your nostrils at the sight of his bulge being bigger than usual - meaning he did see your messages and the pictures of you in lingerie as the attachments.

The sound of the wooden chair being pulled out from under the table was echoing loudly in the emptiness of House of Daena before you took your seat next to him. Bored, you took a piece of already signed paper into your hand and began to lazily run your gaze across the written words; THE RESEARCH OF HILICHURLIAN LINGUISTICS. Was it not for Alhaitham looking mighty handsome next to you, perhaps you would've had interest in the paper. Your free hand found the hard muscles of his thigh, your eyes stayed on the paper as you began to massage the sensitive skin of his inner thigh before your fingers traveled upwards. A smirk curved your lips upward as you noticed the growth of his shaft, the frequency of his sighs as you teased him under the table - yet, it was Alhaitham, and it still felt like forever before he finally had enough and his half gloved hand made its way under your skirt.

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath at the feeling of your wetness pooling and waiting for him between your thighs. His face remained the same, but his fingers shook with excitement as they began to run along your slit, wetting themselves with your sticky nectar before he moved into your clit in circular motions. Your bosom rapidly rose against his bicep as he took it as an indicator to how close you were, which made his cock leave its own mess as a wet stain on his pants. He could not take it anymore, the green of his eyes glance at you with carnal curiosity as he dropped his pen to remove his headphones. “Not caring about what people think is usually my forte, but you're beating me to it this time.”

“Love,” you started with a smile before pressing your lips against his, your grip on his cock tightening as you felt his precum roll onto your fingers. He was so adorable with the confused furrow of his brows when you slightly pulled away to brush your nose against his. “It's past 7, no one is here, but you and me.”

It took everything in you not to giggle loudly at the sight of him looking around and realizing that you were right, but your joy escaped in a yelp as he gingerly grabbed you by the back of your neck into a passionate kiss as easily grabbed your thighs and put your ass onto the table, and he groaned. “Well, in that case, I'm going to fuck you right here.”

[thebad-lydrawn-sanses]

[cowboaaaa]

I love how people are always like “lol Charles threw a chair for no reason!!1!” And completely miss the fact that as soon as a drop of alcohol is in his system he immediately becomes the silliest person to exist ever

[dykedvonte]

I love that the Chairmen are like the lameos of The Strip. Like it just says so much about how the Boot Riders were that they are just so fine being like Vegas cool guys.

Everyone at The Tops sans Benny is content, happy and fine with how things play out. They just like having food, women and something to do. Like occasionally they have to use some of their tribal warrior skills when threats like the Courier pop up but they are like if you took mountain lions and gave them a kitty spa day and now they refuse to leave.

Of course, the other families think they’re boring like one of them is literally eating bitches and The Tops just has the worst Wasteland’s Got Talent contestants as premiere acts.