#i Want it

[mblematic]

HBO stop adapting game of thrones prequels start adapting chronicles of lymond challenge

[flanarchy]

shoutout to whatever staff member has this bumper sticker at my school

[shiftythrifting]

[xxxxlovexxxx]

[thrutheinferno]

throws these and runs . what do we think of my designs guys are we liking . tell me ur hcs i beg . i love them . screaming into the void . desperate to talk about this show .

[theeroticlover]

Want to get lost in you...

[veronicathegoddess]

perv bf that loves when his pretty baby goes to bed in nothing but skimpy little panties because after she dozes off, wrapped up in his arms, he gets to push them to the side and slide his fingers inside her. hearing the soft moans and gasps that escape her and needing more so he takes out his fingers and replaces them with his cock, because his pleasure is more important than her sleep

[paramores]

PARAMORE Madison Square Garden (May 30, 2023)

[dunmeshistash]

Out of all the dungeon meals prepared, which one would you like to try out the most?

For me, the dragon pizza looked delicious!

Oh man it's really hard to pick just one, and I decided to answer this right when I'm hungry

Right now probably the barometz balut

I love crab and the way Izutsumi eats makes me wanna eat it too

[messylustt]

KAJXJSJX HOBIE WITH “ you look like you’ve got something to say ” & “ kiss me again ”

talk to my cold lips — hobie brown. heheehe. i need him. like need him. bad.

you were pressing your lips together, tucking your knees up to try and create some warmth for yourself. the air was chilled, your closed window not doing as much as you'd hoped. "you could at least let yourself have a blanket." hobie's voice drifts into the living room, him having crashed the night before.

you lean your head back, rubbing the goosebump covered skin of your shins with rolled down sleeves, creating some much needed friction. "couldn't be bothered." you mutter back, eyes now closed as the cold air tinges your cheeks and nose.

hobie scoffs. and that's when you feel something large and fluffy land right atop your body. opening your eyes you caught sight of the blanket now draped over you, making you shift your gaze to hobie. he's taken a seat beside you. "is that my jumper?" you ask, brows furrowing.

hobie looks down at his body before looking to you. "and is tha’ a blanket i so kindly got for ya?"

despite his words you hug the blanket tighter, looking away, and making him chuckle. "yeah, hobie, thanks mate." he sarcastically states for you.

"i don't say 'mate'." you reply. "yeah ya do." hobie shoots back, shifting slightly on the couch, as he faces you, fingers tapping at his knee.

"when have i ever said 'mate'?" you scoff. "jus' yesterday." hobie's lips curve up in a lazy smirk. "yesterday, really?"

"yeah...in ya sleep." hobie shrugs, hand now having moved to fiddle with the edge of your blanket. "oh." you mockingly say, faking understanding. "right, of course." you lean back against the couch again, shutting your eyes.

"you do realise that would mean that you watched me sleep." you mutter, only earning his lazy tone of denial.

"nah. you just happen to be a very loud talker." when you look back over to him unimpressed his smirk has widened as he looks up at you from under his lashes.

you're caught momentarily, your gaze taking note of his own. you don't mean to let your eyes drop but they do, also taking note of his creamy looking skin, almost glowing in the chilled air, the grey sky outside only forcing him to stand out more. soon your eyes stop on his lips, freshly coated in his spit. you find yourself gulping, unsure.

unbeknownst to you, hobie's gaze also had begun to wander. the only difference being that it had begun all of last night too. things were normal. you offered your place, he accepted, so on, so on. but he'd caught himself staying trapped in eyeing your legs...your waist...your chest...only brief moments could he look at your face until you felt his gaze and turned. leaving him to act distracted in something far more bland than you.

but now, as you met his gaze, he didn't look away, his fingers fiddling with the blanket slowly drawing it closer. "you look like you’ve got something to say." he says, as you notice the blanket's shift.

"you're stealing my blanket." you say a little too quietly. but thats when you feel something else getting tugged. along with the blanket, hobie's fingers found the edge of your shirt. your breathing hitched as you were forced to move along the couch towards him.

soon he's draped part of the blanket over himself, both your legs touching. you gulp, licking your dry lips. you blame the cold. "well? do ya have something to say?"

you go to shake your head, feeling the slightest brush of his fingertips under the blanket, but you stop. "i do actually."

"oh?" his gaze has been a little too focused lower down on your face, him now taking note of your freshly wet lips. "i was going to keep the blanket. for myself."

hobie lazily tilts his head, clear amusement evident in his fluttering gaze. "uh huh."

"and now you've...taken it. so, if you don't mind i'll just..." you go to grab the edge of the blanket that rests over his hips, but this forces you close, hobie's back and forth mind halting as his senses heighten at the proximity.

you go to say something more, along the lines of "even if you did get me the blanket, you are wearing my nice jumper — " but you can barely finish the sentence before hobie's fingers are gripping your shirt tighter, using his free hand to bring you in by the back of your neck, as his lips meet yours.

your body reacts in a mix of a jolt and a stiffen, shock emanating from you. but hobie's tongue glides along your lower lip eagerly, drawing you in impossibly closer as he moves against your mouth.

you find yourself slowly kissing back, his persistent hands creating warm friction against your body, as he grins against your lips. you have to catch your breath, but as you draw back a fraction, mind dazed and core heated, muttering a "hobie..." he's drawing you back in, murmuring against your now open mouth "kiss me again," as he wraps his full lips around your bottom, sucking. teeth and tongues, eager and oh very willing.

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[scisac]

THE MASTER - doctor who the sound of drums

[justawasteoftime1122]

You know what I want to see in HH season 2?

Another duet between Alastor and Lucifer.

It doesn't have to be romantic or anything, not even radio apple, but I want them to have another duet with the rhythm and beat, maybe even the background to Hell's Greatest Dad but I want it to be about them realising the other isn't that bad. I want it to be about them learning to tolerate each other.

That's all bye pookies

[xxxknee]

[periodcostumefantasylover]

Vanessa Ives black lace dress in Penny Dreadful

[theeroticlover]

Kiss Me 💋 !!

[sulkybender]

what if not live-action ATLA, but ATLA: the musical

Zhao’s dramatic ass singing about wanting to kill a fish