#hotub

[roxannarains]

[forestduck]

[rightsideoutshirts]

Excited to share the latest addition to my #etsymuch! #gatlinburg #champions #cabin #hotub: Custom Hot Tub Rules Tuscan Aluminum Sign, High Quality UV coated, Free Shipping, Luau Party, gift, google this. metal signs, Fun signs. https://etsy.me/3dMFe79 (at Gatlinburg, Tennessee) https://www.instagram.com/p/CjDs-6xO9gE/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[pablohunie1993]

added constantine to my sims town for shits and giggles and bro will not stop sexing every person imaginable

[loganlermanstanaccount]

hear me out..what abt u and miguel in a hotub trying to hide that fact that you guys are literally screwing eachother in front of the others🤭🤭and he’s talking u through it..whispering in ur ear..telling u to be quiet while he’s literally roaming his hands all over u! 😋😋

this is a leeetle bit funny to me bc in real life, sex is the last thing i'd wanna do in a hot tub. But for Miguel..... 😍😍

Wandering Hands

(AO3 Mirror), Main Masterlist

pairing: Husband!Miguel O'Hara x f!reader

summary: You're on a trip away with your husband, Miguel. He gets handsy. (Hot tub sex + Husband!Miguel)

warnings: 18+ , fingering, p in v, instructional, Miguel talks you through it, teeny tiny bit of f!dom, exhibitionism, semi-public sex, very very sappy. Minors DNI

a/n: this is disgustingly sappy and cheesy at some points - I kinda have to apologise in advance. I've had a rough week lmao

very big thank you to my beta reader @tianyhi <33

wc: 2.7k

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Wandering hands: Miguel has wandering hands. 

It's your anniversary, and that's the thought you're left with as he kneads your thigh, eyes low at a fancy resort. A resort you practically dragged him to, mind you.  He's a workhorse; absorbed in his job and everything that comes with it. Your husband; diligent and devoted, as always; he needed a break. Somewhere hot, somewhere expensive. It’s what he deserved. And whilst he would never take the initiative to book one for himself, isn't that what a wonderful SO was there for?

To his credit, he's been 'unplugged' since the moment you got here - putting away his work laptop and ignoring all the calls he'd get from overbearing clients. His sole focus for this whole week is you; and he's made that abundantly clear. The lingering looks, gentle touches: everything about him screams love and warmth. And he's all yours - a fact that still sends you spiralling, every now and then. All yours. 

"You're not paying attention, cariño." He says under his breath, swirling the wine under his nose like the man in front of him. 

You're both at a wine tasting, like sophisticated adults (...who had made fun of the idea on the way over). Miguel's wearing pressed trousers that hang on his frame just right, and a tank top underneath an open button-up. The peek of flesh makes you hot under the collar like a Victorian housewife, and you flush when you realise you're staring. Miguel pinches your cheek with a laugh, soothing it with a simple kiss. 

Huffing, you take a sip of the expensive wine without thinking. There’s a gasp from the sommelier, and the small group turns to look at you. Your face heats up when you realise what you’ve done - shirking from the pack of eyes silent with sharp critique. A man beside you taps your shoulder with a slimy smile. 

“Miss, that’s a 1978 Monfortino. It probably costs more than your rent.” 

“...I thought this was a wine tasting. So eventually, we have to… taste. The wine.” Miguel chuckles into his drink, squeezing at your waist. You make a fair point.

The man laughs, smug. “With all due respect, it’s an experience of the senses… maybe this is your first time somewhere with this kind of price tag, but it’s quite rude to-”

Miguel clears his throat, flashing a disarming smile at the man to your side. It doesn’t quite reach his eyes, with a dangerous veneer you’ve seen before. The smile he gives before closing a big deal at work, calculated and shiny – when he smells blood in the water. 

“With all due respect, watch your fucking tone.” 

His face drops just as quickly, and he downs the rest of his wine, standing up - hand outstretched to take you with him. Gladly, you follow, click-clacking in your heels and little dress; hand tight around his.

“...Pinche idiota…vete a la verga…smug little-” It’s under his breath, but his intensity makes you giggle. 

In the elevator up to your room, he stews, brow creased in little furrows. A force of habit, he pulls you closer, tucking away a stray strand of hair. With a smile, you knead his temples, smoothing the creases. He visibly softens and leans into your touch.

“You’re on vacation, Miguel. Relax, baby.” 

“S’not that simple.” He grumbles, but chases your lips with his own, regardless.

Defiant, you move at the last moment, chin up in the air.

“No, I’m being serious.” He snakes a hand to your ass, dancing over the hem of your dress. 

"I could think of a few ways to decompress, if you're up for it…" Voice low and silky, want pools at the base of your stomach. 

"Miguelito, the bedroom voice doesn't work on me, anymore." You slather on the charm, batting your eyelashes in a way that makes him laugh. He rolls his eyes. 

"Let's do something. I think…I think the spa's still open? We could get a massage-" 

"I don't want a massage unless it's you, baby."

"...or go to the sauna-"

"Didn't pack the right clothes, m'afraid."

"God, don't be mean." It's your turn to roll your eyes. And you whack at his chest, admonishing him gently. "What about the hot tubs?"

He turns his head to the side as if he's deep in thought. Pondering, weighing up the options; when really, the only thought in his head was you in a tiny bikini. 

"If you insist, cariño." 

~~~

The spa isn't too far from your hotel, a stone's throw from the beach. You walk with Miguel in the pleasant evening heat, flip-flops and cover ups light on your back. 

There at the back, open air, behind rows of beach houses and overlooking the sea. You settle into the tubs, each one sectioned by wooden slats and climbing plants - not visible from the main spa, but not completely closed off, either. You can still hear the quiet buzz of other people, although it's not too full this late in the day. 

You slip the light fabric onto the floor, and step out of the cover-up. Miguel, already in the water, watches the light ripple off of your skin. You don't catch him staring, but you feel it. His gaze is heavy as he drinks it in; you are dappled and gorgeous, and his heart is full. You slip in, shuffling up close to him in the dull thrum of the water jets. 

Eyes closed, you rest your head on his shoulder. "You're staring." 

"Yeah." It's so soft, said in the press of warm bodies, that you almost don't hear it. Playfully, he flicks your forehead - in that little triangle between your eyebrows that appears when you're resting. It's cute, he thinks. "...you got a problem with that?"

Laughing, you shake your head. "It's not too much?" 

He moves closer to you, hands on your hips and mouth pressing soft kisses into your neck. 

"The trip, I mean. It was a little last minute, and there was that thing with our passports…" You sigh, turning towards him, hand on his chest to stop him. "I just thought you needed a break. And I know this isn't usually your thing, but I want you to enjoy yourself. If you're not, let me know, and I'll book the first plane out of here, I promise." 

You're looking up at him, clearly worried, and his heart breaks. It's almost as if you've forgotten that an anniversary entails both people, together as one. The truth is, as long as he's with you, and you're having a good time… 

"Doesn't matter where we go, cariño. I'm right where I need to be if I'm with you." He says it like a statement - so matter-of-factly it makes your head spin. Because, you suppose, to him it was a ubiquitous truth: that in every universe, every iteration, the both of you belonged together. What would sound over the top or cheesy coming from someone else, is made so simple by Miguel. A fundamental truth: his home, his happiness, his heartaches and highest highs, were with you, and you alone. 

"Promise me."

"Hand on my heart, baby." He places a palm that spans the crest of his ribcage. "...I promise."

He guides you onto his lap, so your back presses to his. His kisses are so light and airy, you don't notice how his hand creeps towards your thigh and the gentle movement of his hips under yours. 

"You always take care of me," His hand snaps the band of your bikini bottoms, making you writhe on his lap. "Let me return the favour. Relax, cariño."

You nod, gently, eyes blown when you realise what exactly that means. Miguel's large palms dance over your tummy, pinching at the flesh to make you laugh; and then down to your thighs, to paw at them. He shifts, directing you over the jet by the base of the seat, and there is delicious pressure at your clit. 

He cups your pussy under the foam of the water, ripping a heady moan of which you try to subdue. You lean into it: the hand that's now migrated into your bikini, the rock of his hips, and the hickeys he sucks into skin. Coupled with the fact you were in public, he brings you to climax quicker than even he expected. You were so needy, everything about your body telling him you wanted more - needed more. He presses the pad of his finger over your clit, barely there, and you claw at his arms under the water. 

"More?" He coos, dulcet tones brushing the shell of your ear. "Pórtate bien,  okay?" 

So lost in your haze, you don't register the steady padding of a pair of people coming towards you, behind the wooden divider. A head pops over, and you still his wandering hands. 

"Oh, there y'all are!" You see the bronzed face of Jess and her husband, a couple you had met during the trip. She bounces towards you both with dizzying accuracy, donned in a bright swimsuit and sheer cover up around her waist. Her husband is quieter, opting for a nod to Miguel, behind you. 

"Can we join you? Hope we aren't interrupting anything."

Miguel meets your eyes. 

"Is it okay?" He says, a thousand words said in your exchange. We don't have to do anything, it's up to you.

"It's fine," You breathe and then louder, to Jess. "It's fine."

He kisses your forehead and squeezes you closer, shifting so you feel his growing length under his shorts. An action that would seem innocent to a passer-by but below the surface… 

He starts off slow, imperceptible movements as he strokes your clit. It makes you impatient, irritated that he had the audacity to start something he couldn't finish. Or, wouldn't, rather. You make lazy conversation with Jess and her husband; innocuous little things that barely take your mind off of Miguel behind you. 

Some time goes by, and he's somewhat conservative – hand pressed against your pussy like his fingers were made for you. You get used to the pressure, as Jess talks about her day.

"...they're having a sale, as well! We're gonna go back there tomorrow, because, God, there were these earrings that I couldn't take my eyes off of, real gold, and only-" 

"Fuck!" He slips two fingers in, without warning, sinking to the knuckle as your little hole adjusts. Jess pauses, a little confused. 

"I was just…" He scissors them ever so slightly, enjoying watching you squirm. "...t-thinking about how great that deal was. Like… fuck! Real gold!" 

Internally, you wince, hoping she buys it. Jess isn't stupid, but you don't think she knows you well enough to notice your husband fingering you in a hot tub. You hope. 

"Right." She gives you the benefit of the doubt. "Not gold-plated, real gold."

You nod, hoping the foam from the jets is hiding the way you rock into Miguels' fingers. They feel good, curling up into you at that spongy spot he knows too well. 

"There's a good food spot, by the boardwalk. I think they do…" She turns to her husband, who has an arm draped around her. 

"Pasta, baby."

"Pasta! Yes, of course. We had a gorgeous meal and they served mussels, with the dish you were on about, before."

A beat. And then another. There’s a pregnant pause, before Miguel nudges you gently. "Yeah, sorry. It was the… garlick-y… one that had, um…"

You can't concentrate, against his wide torso, his hands between your legs: your brain goes fuzzy. You catch a smile tugging at his lips; and you almost scream. It's cruel, and all he can do is laugh. 

"Miguel's more interested in that stuff, m'afraid." You give her a weak smile, and Miguel rewards you with a thumb to your clit. 

It takes you everything not to jump at the pleasure that rocks your core; and you clamp a hand to his thigh. You make eye contact and he smiles; the smug fuck; gently chattering on with Jess about your trip to a local market, the other day. He's as casual as can be, and seemingly unaffected. 

You try your hardest to nod and smile where necessary; giving simple answers that wouldn't require much thought. In the cool night air, the conversation is pleasant enough, but your husband insists on stretching out your orgasm – watching for the tell-tale signs and pulling away. It's a game of cat and mouse; and whilst you just want to get off, Miguel takes pleasure in the chase. 

"We should be heading off, I think." Jess says after a while. "Just wanted to catch up with you two."

Miguel smiles, dizzying and innocuous. "We're happy to, Jess."

They slip out with a splash, and she nods towards you. "You ok, sweetheart? You just seem a bit out of it, today."

Perhaps too hastily, you nod. "I think…I t-think it was something I ate."

"Oh." She looks a little worried, and it makes you feel guilty. "You get better then. I'll give you a call tomorrow."

"Thanks, Jess." And with that, they make their way out. 

Once out of sight, Miguel speeds up, his other hand on your thigh to wrench your legs open. The speed makes you dizzy, melting with your head back on his shoulder and desperately humping his hand for some relief. The rock and slosh of water over tiles barely registers in your fog. 

As you moan and writhe, he whispers filth into your ear. 

"Quieter, cariño. What if someone hears?" You whine and all he does is chuckle, lowly. "What if they find you, spread on my lap, fucking yourself on my fingers?" 

"You're being mean."

"Eso no es justo, amor." He titters, shaking his head. "You told me to relax, no? This is how I want to relax." 

Tears prick at your eyes, as he uses his other hand to rub circles into your clit, the warm froth washes over you both, but all you can feel is him. 

"¿Dime que quieres, hermosa?" What do you want?

"M'close, Miguel." You bite down another moan. “I’m ready.”

"Want to feel it, baby. Cum for me."

You tilt your head to the side, and he captures your lips with his own – in awe as you clamp around his fingers. Grinding down on his crotch, you ride out your orgasm. The way he makes you feel is hot, and wet and filthy. 

When your shaking legs still, you turn around to face him. He's hard, and too much of a gentleman to take his own pleasure. You slip a hand into his shorts, hand hot against his cock. It's his turn to lean into the bliss: head back and lips slightly parted with pleasure. 

You've always liked his lips, plump and kissable, a pretty pink that just fits against yours. 

"You're teasing." He hisses softly. 

You scrape your nails along his chest, and he keens, clutching your hand close to his heart. 

"...and what exactly have you been doing all night?“ You make a tight ring with your fingers, squeezing his tip and his hips jump up. 

"Vale, vale, vaaale…." He paws at you waist, a little desperate. "Fuck- I get it."

You give him a kiss, wet and needy, before slipping the gusset of your bikini to the side and sinking down on his length. He cries out and you swallow it, pressing yourself even closer to him. With your tits against his chest like that, he can't think straight. You shift against his length, finding a steady rhythm but it's too slow – and Miguel grows impatient. With a growl, he places both hands on your hips, forcing you downwards as you writhe on his length. 

"Dámelo, dámelo…" He slams his cock into you - hard and fast and just the way you like it. "Just like that, baby, just like-" 

That growing coil at the base of your stomach snaps, and you clamp around him. But he doesn't stop, just fucks you through it until he cums, hot and sticky fluids spilling into you. Panting, you capture him into a kiss. You separate, and he's got a dopey smile on his face. 

Content. Relaxed, even. 

~~~

Jess calls you the morning after, and you answer. 

"Hey, everything ok?" You yawn into the receiver, a little tired from last night's activities.

"I said I would call, didn't I?" 

You hum. "...suppose you did."

"You feeling better now Miguel's not playing with your pussy in a hot tub?" 

Shit. You almost drop the phone. "Jesus, we didn't-" 

"Save. It." She grumbles something you can't quite hear; something you suspect you're better off not hearing, anyways. 

"...Sorry. We weren't really thinking."

"Damn straight." She pauses. "I'm not mad, sweetheart. Can’t even judge you, to be honest. As I always say, it's not a real vacation until you fuck your husband somewhere you shouldn't-" 

"Gross, Jess."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did the woman who got fingered in a hot tub just say something??" 

You wince at the vulgarity of her words. 

"....Ouch." 

She laughs into the speakerphone, and you join her. Besides you, Miguel stirs, a little smile on his face. Half asleep, he thinks he’s heard an angel, voice light and airy in the space of your hotel room.

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[wannaeatramyeon]

PLEASE MORE OF THE HOTUB MEETING THINGS ITS SO FUNNY AND I LOVE UR WORK FOR LOOKISM

Hey Anon! I responded to the other anon but I got inspired to write more crack. What is continuity, you ask? Well who the hell knows.

Men of Lookism: Bathhouse Meeting Part 3... with Guests

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4: Women of Lookism

What is this, a crossover episode?

As more naked bodies file in, the tension could be cut with a knife.

The establishment was supposed to close off the bathhouse for the rest of the night. Any further admittance being strictly forbidden. This has never happened before, there must be some scheduling mistake.

Even with the fights and squabbling breaking out from before, the easy air was no longer.

All eyes are on the men entering.

Recognition dawns.

Turns out, they are not out of place here.

Gun Park makes the first move.

"Warai Oni," he bows, "We finally meet."

Baek Seongjun returns the greeting with reverence, "Shiro Oni."

"The fuck is wrong with your eyes?" A rude voice cuts through.

"Taehoon!" Yoo Hobin scolds under his breath, elbowing him swiftly in the stomach. He'd much rather face the wrath of Taehoon, who would likely just kick him a few times, than the infamous Gun Park, who would probably murder him. "Don't you know who that is?!"

"Why the fuck would I know?" Seong Taehoon does indeed throw a kick at Hobin, who manages to jump out of the way in time. How dare that little asshole elbow him.

"That's Gun Park!" Snapper is practically vibrating with excitement to be in the same place as him. "He was voted most popular by a fricking HUGE margin!"

Gun smirks at the last part but of course his partner comes to rain on his parade.

"So what? His eyes are freaky, aren't they?" Goo Kim teases, materialising next to Taehoon and resting his head on his shoulder. "He's so ugly."

"Get off!" Goo pouts as Taehoon pushes him away.

"Hey," Jason Yoon nudges Johan Seong, "There's that Taehoon. Do you think we should say hi?"

Johan doesn't bother to look, making a move to get out of the water anyway. "Whatever. Any crossover was years ago."

"So what's your backstory?" Baek Hangyul asks the man sitting to his right.

"Nothing interesting," Jinho shrugs. "I'm just crazy."

"Same." Hangyul smiles at him, having found a kindred spirit.

Seo Haesu studies the menu on the wall, mind never too far from food, and wondering what he should eat next.

"Hi," he greets the guy now next to him, eyes also scanning the menu.

Johan looks over and nods.

"Welcome to the Sad Boy Simp Club!" Ryuhei throws his arm around Kim Munseong.

"Sup," Zack Lee says, joined by Xiaolong and Warren Chae.

"I... guess that's me." Munseong grimaces, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Can I join?" Wangguk overhears, thinking that he deserves at least an honorary membership.

Confusion paints Munseong's face. "I thought you and Rumi...?"

"Sort of. It's all very rushed. No one's satisfied-"

Xiaolong suddenly breaks off from the group "Sorry, excuse me!" having spotted someone in the distance.

Ji Yeonwoo feels strangely exposed as he walks nude into the room. Not that he's shy, but he feels vulnerable. Like someone is constantly watching. He heads for the water as quickly as he can, wanting to cover up.

Mangi relaxes in the water as Yeonwoo settles next to him.

Two bald heads belonging to Jerry Kwon and Brad Lee catches his eye. He smiles to himself, comforted by the sight of his bald brethren.

A set of doppelgangers meet up.

"Baek Seongjun!" Xiaolong calls out. The other blue haired man smiles politely at him.

"I'm sorry for stealing your design," Xiaolong, contrite, executes a 90 degree bow.

"Don't worry," Seongjun dismisses any concern or ill-will, "It's not your fault. Besides, I'm dead."

From afar, Eugene keeps a close eye on Yeonwoo, observing him from the moment the latter walked in. Almost a doppelganger of his own if his growth spurt would kick in and if he could put on 30lb of muscle.

Goddamnit. He wants a glow-up too.

[the-togepi-man]

On my way to a cool air bnb with a hotub in the woods for the weekend with friends 🧡

[jacnaylor]

iwtv as the classic vines that live in my head rent free

armand/daniel: "i should have left you on that street corner where you were standing." "BUT YAH DIDN'T"

armand: no off topic questions. because i don't want to. no - no. that's an off topic question. permission denied.

louis/lestat: oh my god....they were room mates.

daniel & louis: so i'm sitting there, barbecue sauce on my titties-

french coven: welcome to bible study! we're all children of jesus!

claudia/madeliene: "hi, i'm a lesbian." "i thought you were american."

louis/daniel: two bros chillin in a hotub five feet apart cos they're not gay

daniel: not on my watch! NOT ON MY WATCH!

claudia: "let me see what you have" "A KNIFE!" "NO!"

lestat recording that song for louis: i love you bitch. i ain't never gonna stop loving you bitch

claudia & lestat: "there's only one thing worse than a rapist. boom." "a child."

lestat: "You ready to fucking die?" "i'm a bad bitch you can't kill me!"

claudia: why? why? WHY????

santiago: oh hi thanks for checking in. im still a piece of garbage!

[norts-trolls]

THERE HE IS THERE HE IS I DID IT AFTER WEEKS his sexy design was by @indig0trolls

Ladios Saffon

Your name is LADIOS SAFFON and you are the Draco Armada's REEDUCATOR and patrtime INTERROGATOR. And you love your job. While you are, by all standards, a mutant under HER's law you are protected thanks to your rather helpful psionics. You consider yourself a SILLY GUY and don't take anything too seriously. You've picked up a few interesting hobbies due to being trained within a subjug branch. Your favorite being FACE PAINTING and pulling the silliest of PRANKS. Though others especially those you teach may think your pranks can be a tad harsh at times. Compared to the others in your sector you consider yourself a rather kind in your way of "gentle mental nudges"

Name: Ladios Saffon

Nickname(s): Ladi, Jester

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Pansexual

Pronouns: He/Him

Caste: Cerulean, saltwater

Height: 7'0"

Age: 18.46 sweeps

Voice Claim: tba

Abilities: Mind control, Senses manipulation, Hallucinations

Typing Quirk: <:} A little smile with a clown hat at the beginning of his sentences with torso and legs at the end <-<

Occupation: Reeducator/ interrogator

Likes: Peach rings, Salt pool hotubs, Pranks and puns

Dislikes: Strong Chucklevoodoo, heavy scented perfumes Where to Find Them | Plot Food: Draco Imperial Armada ship,

[channel-gaming]

Contrary to popular belief, Depresso is actually having a great time in the hotub :)

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

I can't remember exactly where it was. I just know it was like an indoor jacuzzi you know hotub thing. I still have the swimsuit. That was my own personal swimsuit...It's a really flattering swimsuit. I still have it and I even wore it when I was pregnant...That's a great swimsuit. -Zooey

[solarapplejuice]

su thoughts: diamond redemption

i'm with most people that the progression of the diamonds throughout SU is sticky and worth being questioned due to how quickly they were redeemed in the narrative for the things they've done. though i've always felt that people - and especially people who haven't seen SU - get the sense that this redemption is 100% a clean one that washes their hands free of guilt and future hardships. SU has made it clear that their redemption is messy, rough, *incomplete.*

like in SU future the first thing that the diamonds are found doing is p much trying too hard to be good. Yellow is physically repairing all of the shattered/executed gems which is a net good to give all credit, but she's also manually editing them based on individual "defects" or desirable traits. it's clear she still has a close-tracked mind when it comes to her current work, and sounds a little exasperated with Steven when he realizes that she isn't helping. this is a common thread with the others, as Blue is in a similar boat of using her emotional powers to pretty much get high with other gems in her hotub. cool ahh hell, hot ahh hell, and it does absolutely work for some gems like Spinel, but it's clearly not working for Steven who needs to go somewhere else. only White seems to have the least intrusive work that is a lot closer to therapeutic, and even then that doesn't help when her perspective on her mind control is to just flip it on herself instead of seriously investigate the impact and severity of this power and what it could do by someone bad. it's clear that she didn't seem to make this connection after not straight up possessing people anymore, and doesn't consciously register why this could be dangerous until *she* herself is put in direct danger by Steven.

the diamonds are, through and through, shown to always be walking that tightrope of "maybe getting better a little" to "back to their own ways," and you're left wondering if they're changing of their own will and of their people's will, or because of Steven's will. sure, they might not have been prosecuted or punished or given proper retribution for their actions, and yeah the show's theme of nonviolence and anti-revenge isn't super convincing in letting this happen knowing what the diamonds have done, but also, despite all of this it's clear that the show knows that these are in fact big dictators who have been tyrants for thousands of years - definitely longer - and only for the past 2-3 have been trying to be different, and don't really know what it means to be better nor how to get there on their own.

[textingtroublesanswers]

damn... you've all had a pretty shit day huh?...

whelp! here's a free week of vacation ticket for ya all! a nice big cosy cabin in the woods! includes a lake (with its own boat), local town to explore, and hotub!

you deserve it pookies

Ludwig looks the tickets over, "They seem legitimate, I suppose. And there are ten of them..."

Mikhail hums in thought, squinting at the tickets, "But can we bring babies with us? Hello, little letter person, do babies need tickets?"

[maddytheweird]

EMERSON BARRETT LIKED AND RESPONDED TO A VIDEO OF ME PLAYING THE DRUMS TO DYING IN A HOTUB I HAVE BEEN FREAKING OUT FOR HOURS i cried for 1 of those him and the song mean so SO SO SO SOOOO much to me and he said "This makes me so happy, thank you." I MADE HIM HAPPY LIFE IS GOOD LIFE IS COMPLETE

[smokerswifey]

Modern family quotes x nanatsu no taizai characters ??

Hell yeah !

1.

Tristan : Why do you always have to throw a wet blanket on my dreams ?!!

Lancelot : I do not * rolls eyes* .

Tristan : Yes you do and you know what I end up with ?!! Wet dreams-

Tristan : I heard it as soon as I said it lets move on .

2.

Elaine : Ban there's a stranger in our hotub !

Ban : Who the hell is it ?!

Elaine : You do know what stranger means don't you ??

Ban : Oh my god how long has he been in there ??

Elaine : I saw him exactly one second before you, you know everything I know !!

3.

Isolde : I sort of did something and I need your advice... but I don't want a lot of judgement and critisism !

Chion : ... and you came to me ?

4.

Meliodas : Act like a parent, talk like a peer.

I call it "peer-enting"

5.

Percival : When life gives you lemonade make lemons .

* grins * Life will be all like " What ?!!"

6.

Donny : Yesterday I watched mean girls with Percival and Nasiens and I realised I have a mean girl in my life. ANNE !

How do you get a mean girl to stop being a mean girl ?

*whispers* be mean girlier .

7.

Anne : You think I smother percival ??

Donny : No honey, it's not your fault "mother" is a part of the word .

Donny : You never heard someone be "sfathered" to death, have you ?

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Sometimes I wonder, if we acted like the Tbosas crew and looked to the side every time T and R did something "abnormal", what would we have nowadays.🤔

Like, T and R half-naked alone in a hotub for hours? Nothing weird, I do it all the time! Don't you also want to spend hours in the hotub with me? It's a bro buddy thing, my friend, pal, platonic besttie

I wish I could have been part of the crew, the amount of tea we lost😭

Everyone minded their business and good for them but

I would have been putting the pieces together everyday to figure out what’s going on between R and T while on set