#im sorry but PLEASE

[hunrising]

nobody:

harris reed under every ig post from harry: my little munchkin pink pumpkin starboy uwu baby

alessandro michele under every ig post from harry: 🍒🍓🍇🍉

[delusional-mishaps]

EVERY DAY I FIND A NEW TAG TO BLOCK

[load-screen]

For future reference, please do not "item-bomb" my asks, I want all items to have some form of meaning because I will have to draw all of them in my amv and sending a ton of them all at once kind of takes away from that. thank you.

[nymphoutofwater]

And why? Cultural norms? Personal schedule? “Cause I’m always late to everything”?

Bonus points: Region and/or ethnicity?

[professionalchaoticdumbass]

he transitioned, it's hatsune mike now

[ruushes]

had some very specific things i wanted to work on this weekend and got possessed by the specter of undercut lae'zel instead 🤦

[amygdalae]

Me in 2018: I can't thirst post that's embarrassing

Me now: I know he nuts loud and abundant

[hoodedjelly]

The Square Root Of Two

[cacturnia]

shout out to the silly creatures from scavengers reign‼️‼️

[the-phantom-peach]

🗣️ huh?? what do you mean I haven’t posted any Link signing propaganda yet??

[swordsmans]

me, absolutely not an artist, desperately trying to articulate how much i adore people's fanart: ouughgh the colors. there are so MANY of them!!!! and the lines,,,,,,,,,, they are made of lines.. impeccable

[callisteios]

Hi, feel free to take my new uquiz to discover what kind of vampire you are!

[zekuto]

i was obsessed the first time i saw someone post leon on that stupid panda rocker but i was never able to find raw footage of it lol, so i decided to compile leon with all the playground interactions because i love him <3

[sparemoon]

RELEASE THE DA2 VARRIC ROMANCE ENDING BIOWARE

[drac0line1nn1t]

Part 1 | Part 2

[dollsghost]

simon eats it sloppy.

through the mask, slobbering on his hands and knees like the mutt he truly is; like his only salvation is the ichor that drips between your thighs. like your cunt is the only thing that could save his wretched, blackened soul. he wants to roll in the tang that'll stay on the back of his tongue for weeks into deployment, that'll stay soaked into the fabric of his balaclava because fok no he isn't washing it before he leaves (he'll nearly tears the thing to shreds when he can no longer smell you on it).

large, calloused palms scratch over the sensitive skin of your quads and inner thighs as he opens you up for him, watches your folds part like that of a carnation (love, devotion, distinction, fascination) as he pushes your knees up to your chest. drags his tongue all over you, the creases where your vulva and thighs meet and gets you shaking before he's even touched your clit. before he's even taken the mask off. brushes his thumb over the little bud reverently, fondly. he thinks the way your thighs tremble in response is the most precious fucking thing.

and when he finally breaks watching you drip onto the cushions below, he's feral. rabid. barely gets the damned mask up to free his mouth before he's on you again, slurping up your slick and sucking your clit into his mouth. the suction is heavenly after so much teasing, and if his tongue finds its way to your ass too, that's his business. your toes curl in the air where your feet dangle uselessly, panties you're sure that simon will pocket later still around one ankle.

simon's relentless when he's like this, a dog chasing after it's favorite toy. he won't let up, won't even palm over his cock until you're at least three climaxes deep from his mouth alone. totally pussydrunk and ready for more.