#i am projecting so hard

[krikeymate]

Sam & Tara play co-op video games together.

Sam isn't into video games, she doesn't get them, but sometimes Tara just doesn't want to talk, can't talk. She just wants to shut her brain off and be with Sam. So, they play video games together. Tara curls up in her lap on the couch and they'll play Lego games, and Stardew Valley, and Minecraft on creative mode. It's a little awkward, and Sam can't really see the controller as her arms are wrapped around Tara, but that's ok. She doesn't need to be good at them, she just needs to be there.

[bunnieswithknives]

They are talking shit about you...

[big-city-times]

posting cringe

[fairysteve]

steve doesn't have an eating disorder. he doesn't count calories or force vomit. he doesn't step on a scale unless he has to.

but he doesn't always remember to eat.

his mum kept an eye on his food intake when he was younger and had too much baby fat left for her taste. his various coaches has given him different diets to keep in top form.

steve never noticed his sense of hunger disappearing or how much of a chore eating became. he really only ate around other people.

it doesn't become a problem for a while. when he still has his friends and his parents still come home regularly, it's only a day here and there. when he leaves his friends and his parents are home less, he still has lunch and time spent with nancy.

after he breaks up with nancy - and she broke his heart - he still has lunch. and the budding friendship with dustin brings him over to the hendersons.

but then steve graduates. and dustin goes to summer camp. and a minimum wage job doesn't care about lunch break.

steve doesn't realise he's eating less at first. he notices having less energy, he notices that he's more moody, but he's also working his first job. it's draining to keep up a good mood for customers all day, and to deal with robin's you suck column.

it's when he's taking a smoke break that he realises how bad it is. he had fumbled with his lighter, had to bend down to pick it up.

one moment he's standing.

the next, he's on the ground.

there's a blank space in his memory.

it takes him a while to figure out the cause. but it's a rainy day, so it can't be heatstroke, and they've had less customers due to the weather.

the only thing he can think of is that he has yet to eat.

and he can't remember when he last felt hungry.

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[heartorbit]

WHEEEEEE

[iooiu]

sister of four younger brothers = violence at every corner

[rendevok]

The sensation of waking up next to you ❤️💙

+bonus doodle:

…and they mimir’d happily ever after the end. ❤️

(ID under cut!)

Miles is roused from sleep by sunlight shining on his face. Slowly, his eyes adjust to the light, until finally, his scope of awareness broadens to a body he had been sleeping on.

Page 2

Miles looks up to the figure that holds him, and upon seeing, his eyes widen in recognition.

Miles looks up to the figure that holds him, and upon seeing, his eyes widen in recognition.

The bottom panel of the page shows minimal details of a window shedding light onto the bed and blankets as seen from a higher view in the room.

Page 3

On the other side of the bed, Phoenix rests, his head propped by the headboard. His hair is messy from sleep, and his expression is thoughtful. The light of the morning highlights his features.

The sun shines through the blinds of the window.

Phoenix finally notices his observer, and turns to look at him.

Page 4

Phoenix takes Miles’ hand in his, and lifts it to gently kiss the ring on Miles’ finger. They both move to share a kiss, and their hands shift to hold one another. Miles’ ring sparkles in the sunlight.

Page 5

They link their fingers as they kiss, and the morning creates a quiet atmosphere around them.

They part, but remain close, their fingers fully interlocked. Phoenix greets “Good morning,” with a tender, loving expression as he looks at Miles. Miles’ own expression is soft, unguarded, and fixed on Phoenix.

Page 6

Phoenix and Miles settle back into their shared bed; the morning sun illuminates them. They both smile softly, seeming happy and at peace. Miles rests his head under Phoenix’s neck, and his hand on Phoenix’s chest. One of Phoenix’s hands rests over Miles’ own on his chest, while his other hand holds Miles closer, revealing a matching ring of his own. Both rings shine softly in the sunlight.

Bonus image

A small simple drawing of Phoenix and Miles having fallen asleep again while holding each other as in the final page of the comic.

End ID.]

[sad-leon]

"So why am I so tiny, and why am I so mad?"

KoFi || Patreon

[dangoulains-devotion]

to catch a falling star

[leulahart]

School days in District 12

Personally I love pre-canon Everlark because on one hand you have Peeta who has been crushing for 11 years straight, and on the other hand Katniss pretends she doesn't notice him but really she does. I was inspired by this Katniss design for her outfit!

[harbingersglory]

hii could i req an soft dom arlecchino x sub/fem reader?? something w a really needy whiny reader n maybe like a mommy kink or thigh riding IDK tysm for ur time !

{☆} characters arlecchino {☆} notes drabble, fem reader, sub reader {☆} warnings 18+ content

"Slowly, doll. We're not in a rush." Arlecchino reprimands lightly, squeezing your hips with just enough force to keep you unmoving on her thigh– she was still being gentle, but the subtle warning in her tone spoke to how easily she could push you against the desk and turn you into such a mess that you couldn't even remember your own name..just that you were hers.

But the barest hint of stimulation from her slacks pressed against your throbbing cunt had you twitching, barely able to form words. All you could think about was the scorching, twisting need building in your stomach, desperation for relief slowly climbing until you'd think she was doing this on purpose to drive you mad.

"Please– 'm a good girl, right? I've been good.." You choked out, only to be met with the rough, husky laugh echoing in your ear that made you feel dizzy with a rush of need, her nails gliding along the skin of your hips as she pressed you down even more firmly– you couldn't see her face but it was easy to imagine the crooked smile twisting her lips at the way you inhaled sharply and tried to buck against her thigh.

"Shh. I know, doll. I've got you, just relax." She murmured in that sickly sweet tone that always had your knees buckling, the raspiness of her voice sending shivers down your spine. It was almost impossible to relax with her so close, the notes of metal lingering on her skin despite how well she presents herself– but you trusted her, despite how you know you shouldn't.

"There we go. Good girl." Arlecchino's grip on your hips loosened just enough for you to move if you so wished, and oh did it take every ounce of restraint to not do just that..she hadn't said you were allowed to, and you weren't about to spoil her good mood by being a brat. Not tonight, anyway. "Do you want to cum, doll?"

The fervent nod you offer in place of words draws a laugh from her lips, one that is almost mocking, making your face flush in embarrassment– but the sudden tap against your hip makes your mind go blank to the point you forget it all together, focused only on the feeling of her thigh rubbing against your cunt as you bucked against her thigh, the fabric slick and wet against your inner thighs. You'd have half the heart to be embarrassed about that, too, if not for the sudden brush of her thumb against your aching, neglected clit. Just that small touch has you speeding up your movements, practically drooling as you whimpered like a dog in heat.

"That's more like it, doll. Such a pretty girl." Arlecchino hummed, her other hand trailing up your stomach, between the valley of your breasts and ghosting across your throat before settling on grabbing your jaw in a firm, yet almost tender touch as she tilted your head to the side just enough for her to pull you into a burning kiss. It left you lightheaded, grinding down against her thigh as she claimed your mouth as her own, her thumb still ghosting over your clit sporadically.

She'd spent so long teasing you, constantly touching you but never where you needed her, that you already felt like you were going to snap like a wire. She must've been in a really good mood, then, when she pulled away from the kiss with an almost predatory lick of her lips, yet she settled on pressing kisses to your skin rather then the usual sharp bite of her teeth as they sunk into the curve of your shoulder.

"Are you close? Go on. I want to see your face when you cum– you look the prettiest when you finally break apart, doll." Arlecchino mused idly– as if she wasn't talking to you while you continued to rub your aching cunt against her thigh, chasing your own release through shaky, strained breaths. Her thumb swiped over your lips, brushing strands of hair stuck to your skin from your face– at the same time as she swiped her thumb more firmly against your clit, creating a vicious contrast that had you both melting at the barest hint of almost softness from her and the touch of her hand between your legs, dragging you into an orgasm that leaves you trembling and, had she not shoved her fingers into your mouth, screaming, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes.

"All done, little doll. Take it easy." She murmured, voice so quiet you almost didn't hear it, thumb swiping across your cheek to wipe away the stray tear, her hands pulling away to settle on your sides. "You did well– good girl. Let me take it from here."

[bbq-potato-chip]

artblocked atm have a saiki

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Wangxian goes to horse jail for their crimes against equines.

[marshmallowgoop]

no thoughts just Heiji Hattori (HD)

[littlecrittereli]

those nightmares be hitting bruh