#jaw DROPS

[koolaidashley]

I’m tired of ppl eating me up on my own dtiys guys 🙄🙄🙄🙄 SIMMER DOWN ‼️

[markthemannequin]

did you know that the

Naw. . Really?

[kaixserzz]

Giggling so hard during this scene I NEED HIM (I also need sleep but that's irrelevant)

WAIITTT WHATTT THAT'S A GAME?? A REAL THING//??/ where. STOPPPduhdgusbjdnsma,dsdfdguabjd giggles 👉👈

[scariddler]

dude if you don’t send me the link to the scriddler discord RIGHT NOW!

[ankapistan]

capitalist degen causes mass amounts of brain damage to local fash

[analogseeker]

oh my god. wait.

[newjenns]

Apparently the dranti is also a gnf anti, explains why she told him to shut up so aggressively

oh really

[donsgraveyard]

I'm sick of dark raiden being sexy

[scarymaaze]

marmar

[markthemannequin]

ican be your wife instead *smiles sweetly*

*giggles and tucks hair behind ear*

[wickedzeevyln]

The Day I Came to Know (I'm Not Real)

For the life of meI can’t fathomhow chemicalsin their emptyatomic statestore imagesand soundsfrom long fadedpast only to be triggeredby scents to invokefeelings of nostalgia. It’s a mystery howyou can stroll in thegarden of my thoughtsdefying time and spaceorchestrated by thatsense of wonderwhereas you are somewhereunaware that you existsomewhere. My jaw dropsat the sight of myfidgeting…

[solardistress]

THE BRITISH ORB TURNED EVIL ??? WHEATLEY. WHEATLEY

[too-many-plants]

you know some shit is going down when 3 of the trending tags on tumblr have the destiel breaking news meme as the top post

[butch4maryoliver]

Three of Emily O’Leary’s hand-hooked dog rugs (@emiliaoleary); bottom two photos were shot by Bucky Miller for an installation in his Wraymour&Flanigan project (strongly recommend seeing the full installation photos!)

[yellowistheraddest]

are they wrong?????

no.

[sukunasteeth]

When Sukuna kisses you, it feels like your heart is being ripped out of your chest.

You started out perched on his lap, but by now he's reduced you to a boneless, panting heap in his grasp. His arms supporting you are the only things keeping you from melting against him like liquid lust. You're desperate for a moment of solid ground to catch your breath, but Sukuna is adamant on continuously taking it away from you. His calloused hands inching their way up your shirt, brushing softly against your sides, over your rib cage, skimming the underside of your breasts, all in mesmerization at how soft your skin is.

"'Kuna..." You try to capture his attention, which has been taken by his fixation on how sensitive your ears were to the scrape of his teeth.

You're surprised when he answers with a distracted hum, "Yes, my little doe?"

"I -I need a second." You stutter, your heart is thumping wildly in your chest, despite how intoxicated and incapacitated you feel at his mercy. You were starting to forget how to breathe in his close proximity and it was becoming increasingly more difficult to keep your head straight with his natural scent acting like a pheromone.

You feel his wicked grin against your neck before you hear it in his voice, "Poor thing. Am I working you too hard? I rarely see you so out of sorts..." 

Sukuna doesn't even try to disguise his amusement at your complete inebriation with his kisses. His tongue presses against the nape of your throat before he follows a line of sweat up to your ear, leaving behind a cold stripe of his saliva against your burning hot skin. He holds you fast when you violently shiver against him, "It's a good look on you."

“Please…” You beg with whatever breath you can conjure for him but it comes out as more of a desperate little whimper. That was Sukuna’s favorite tone of your voice, after all. 

And desperate you were. Sukuna had been devouring you for so long, sucking and nipping and licking at whatever part of your revealed skin interested him. You could feel your legs forgetting how to operate.

You just needed a moment. 

Without his permission, you push away from his chest and manage to get to your feet in front of him. Your legs buckle, but you're able to catch yourself before you fall face first back into him. Sukuna is looking up at you, as kiss drunk as you felt, blinking slowly with a satisfied smile. 

“Give me just one sec-” You’re about to turn away. And then you see it. 

Sukuna had you so entranced with him, had your mind so far away from your body, that you hadn’t even noticed the fact that you had cleanly soaked through your panties on his lap. And there, on that oh-so-comfortable part of his thigh, that had quickly become one of your happy places, was a dark spot on his jeans from your wetness. 

All you could do was stare down at it, mortified. 

Which only has Sukuna following your gaze in momentary curiosity. 

“I-I’M…” You try to catch his attention again with the sound of your voice before his eyes can settle on the new mark, but Sukuna sees it first.

His grin quickly fades and your heart careens into your throat. You feel embarrassment shoot through you like a shot of adrenaline, coloring your already pink face a bright and rosy red. 

The clear solution to the undoubtedly awkward situation is to run, right?

“I’ll be right back-” But you don’t even move an inch before his hand snaps forward and latches onto the front pocket of your (his) hoodie, stopping you in place. 

Your heartbeat thumps in your red-hot ears and you go against every fiber of your being to meet his eyes.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going with my dinner?" The playful lilt of his tone has completely vanished and reveals a deep, dark starvation in its place.

"I work hard for my meals, you know?”