#i’m toast!

[sejjiplinth]

“you’re my friend. he doesn’t need to pay me to help you.” / “you’re the only reason i’ve lasted this long, coriolanus. i need to stop causing you trouble.”

[angel5ofp0rn]

Price asking Gaz and Soap how to get his ex-wife to reply to his text. They both jokingly tell him to send a dick pic.

He tells them to piss off but after they leave, he closes his office door, sits at his desk and stares at the phone for awhile.

Couldn’t hurt. It’s not like it’s something she hasn’t seen before.

He undoes his belt, lowers his pants and boxer briefs just a bit. He pulls out his thick cock and gives it a few tugs.

The photo shows off his toned (but growing softer) abdomen as well as his cock in his hand.

She calls him immediately to cuss him out about sending stuff like that to her…

They end up having phone sex.

[avelera]

Dungeon Meshi made me, a lifelong non-eater of breakfast, into someone who eats breakfast every day.

I’m not sure what category of film rec that counts as, but it definitely counts as one.

[thekayart]

Just a dad and his toastbaby 💚

I think Peeta wears glasses in the future, and I love it!

I don’t know what to say, he is so in love with his baby girl.

[anklebitingbrat]

nsfw 18+

I feel like aotc!anakin would be so so desperate to touch you, but so so afraid to lose the self control he’s being taught. Nights laying together, turning into messes of teeth clashing and panting through kisses were becoming just not enough. So you can bet that he brings something up one night, “I heard about something from another padawan in the temple today…” bracing yourself for what he’s about to say, “I heard, technically we could do stuff,” he insinuates, “we just can’t move.”

(basically this man is describing soaking let’s be fr).

Not caring about the logistics of this, just needing to feel his fat cock stretching you out, you find yourself on top of him. Both clothed, too eager, too inexperienced, too needy. Your hands resting on his chest, both legs wrapped around his waist as he’s below you, eyes rolling to the back of his head as your wet heat envelopes him. The ache he’s felt for months dissipates in that moment.

He’s looking at you like you hung the moon, eyes half lidded, mouth open with soft pants coming from his lips, his big hands massaging your hips, moving up and down your side occasionally. He’s whimpering after a few minutes, everything is too much for him. It’s all new, and in the best way possible, but he’s about to lose control, he knows he is. How couldn’t he right now.

“I can’t do this much longer…” he trails off.

Thinking you’ve done something wrong you immediately come alive again. The sweet ache in your pussy from his size, the feeling of his chest heaving beneath your hands, the dimly lit room, you were in another world. Another world where he would finally take control, finally bend you over, finally fuck you.

“Ani, what do you mean?” you breath, out of your daze.

“I mean I need to do something. Now.” oh.

His hands were travelling up your shirt now, pushing it up above your breasts, his left hand massaging you tit, pinching at your nipple. His right hand moving to your neck and jaw, placing his thumb over your lips.

You’ve done it before, sucked his fingers. Your lips move slightly to give a small kiss to the pad of his thumb before sticking your tongue out to swipe up the length of it. His eyes watching your every movement, dropping his other hand back to your hip. For Anakin, that was all he needed. He was losing the control he thought he so greatly possessed.

You felt too good wrapped around him, like he could feel your heartbeat, your wetness dripping down onto his balls, his thighs, he could smell it. He was drunk off of you, barely taken a sip, he did need more. His hips finally rutting up into you, a gasp escaping your lips “Ani-“. He knew it surprised you, but he needed this. He deserved this. He deserved you, everything your body gave was for him, and he was finally taking it.

[toastcryptid]

It’s been a rough night

[twinstxrs]

murph knocking it out of the PARK this episode both as riz (badass lil creature, fiercely dedicated to his friends, so deeply loving to his mom & reassuring her that he sees her + appreciates all she does for him) and just as murph (“the beans are due,” laughing at ally’s lack of written saving throws, reaction to the trap door bit, “so tactical, so late”)

[renardsruses]

Two suns rose and set, one for a final time.

[divkazkdovikde]

you know what absolutely doesn’t make sense in the marauders fandom and yet you all people ran with it? moony toast. you know the one, where he cuts it in four pieces and has every piece with different topping? lovely, yes absolutely. i know. BUT WHY HAVE I NOT SEEN A ONE SINGLE OBJECTION ON HOW FUCKING UNREAL THAT IS? like you’re telling me, that one single fucking toast was enough of a breakfast for him? FOR A FUCKING TEENAGER IN DEVELOPMENT?!?!?! FOR A WEREWOLF?!?!?! YOU’RE TELLING ME, THAT EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU FAKE ASS BITCHES I’VE SEEN TO POST HERE HOW YOU’RE HAVING A MOONY TOAST, THAT IT WAS ENOUGH FOR YOU?!?!?! nahhh, na-ahh, i’d bet all my money, you had to make at least another three toasts like this for it to be enough. like i dunno what kind of fucking toast bread are you guys buying or you think the elves were making, but the toast in a real world is the least hunger-full-fucking-filling (or something like that i dunno english fuck me) piece of a fucking bread you can buy. i have to have at least four toasts to not be hungry again in an hour. more realistic would be, if he’d just have the four toasts and every with different topping. that, would make sense.

[angel5ofp0rn]

idk if any of y’all smoke but sometimes it’s so embarrassing

like why am i watching modern family while eating ramen and have jalapeño poppers in the oven and watching clips of Barry Sloan making out with various women

[housecow]

y’all. last night i toasted thick slices of this glorious rosemary sourdough in olive oil and then layered it with porthos solid white tuna, home grown onions and tomatoes, and a cream cheese chive mix and holy shit. beauty. decadence.

[mollywog]

Katniss initiated proposals are my kryptonite

[corpusdiem-seizethedead]

Angel: Vaggie, you’re an ex-exorcist, right? So you have a lot of experience with different ways of dying?

Vaggie: Yes.

Husk: *sips drink* I'm scared to see where this is going.

Angel: So, in your professional opinion, how will I die?

Vaggie: Definitely murder. We never find the body.

Angel: …That tracks.

Charlie: Oh! Oh! Oh! What about me?

Vaggie: You crave toast while taking a bath.

Charlie: *under her breath* I do love bath snacks...

[mag-loopy]

“Hungry”

Venti enjoying some egg and toast.

[toastcryptid]

Continuation of this

[shortbreadly]

do you reckon even long after everyone left, lawrence had crawled out of the bathroom and john had locked the door, the camera recording adam kept on rolling?

do you think even without light every little aspect of his final days were audibly crystal clear as he wasted away, every scream and voice crack as the gunshot and hunger killed him slowly?

do you reckon lawrence rediscovered the tape one day and against his better judgement watched it and, just as adam had been, was relieved when amanda snuck in and put the dying man out of his misery?