#jk ily......

[miothle]

Topaz (and Numby!)🪙✨

[broadwaycantdie]

dan “i hate everyone but you” howell and phil “i love everyone but you’re my favorite” lester

[bitchsister]

𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 || 𝕾𝖆𝖑𝖙𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓 (2023)

— dir. Emerald Fennell

[doctorbird]

This game is destroying my soul

[kenneduck]

I love the HC that Yona is Aro/Ace and she is 100% for Sidon being with Link cause she is very happy that if she is to be arranged in a marriage, it's one that's perfectly platonic, where Sidon too is happy.

And just Dorephan like... pestering about grandpups... and Yona like "Oh no... I am not pregnant... again... shucks. Damn. This is crazy. Shits crazy. Wow. Did not see that outcome. Insane."

Once the old man kicks the bucket Sidon is totally making it clear he's wed to Link and changing the dumb betrothal laws so Yona doesn't get screwed over either.

[negasonik-teenage-warhead]

Idk how I shoved this out my ass in 2 hours but I hope y'all like it ^^

[puckspoetry]

“Neil Perry was a fine student, one of Welton’s best” HE WASNT JUST A GODDAMN STUDENT!! THAT’S REALLY ALL THEY THINK OF NEIL?? THAT HES A FINE STUDENT??

NO WONDER HE WAS DEPRESSED! HE COULDN’T ESCAPE FROM HIS FATHER ANYWHERE! SCHOOL WAS JUST A REMINDER OF HIS FATHER!! KEATING WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO SAW HIM AS A PERSON AND MR. PERRY TOOK THAT AWAY FROM HIM!!!

[decaffeinatedunicorn]

what's your stance on Hayden and the mullet

he needs to bring it back. Short & to the point.

I like short hair hayden, but not THIS short like we've been seeing recently

[yourbuddykermit]

scene from the story

Stan: Are we going to talk about why you’ve been feeling so shitty today?

K: (muffled groan)

S: Extremely insightful, thank you sir

nobody will understand except for me and @kenanonsthoughts 🤭

[p1tstop]

[cecilxa]

how stupid it must be to get unwell (fall in love)

summary: scaramouche takes care of a special someone

contents: scaramouche being dumb about his feelings, use of both scaramouche + wanderer, sick fic, reader is sick, established relationship, fluff, gn!reader

cw: small scara threat, food

recommend listening to: i <3 u by boy pablo

a/n: part 3 of my winter special!

“Idiot.”

A pout forms on your face.

“It’s not my fault I got sick!”

You then proceed to let out a series of coughs, each one more violent than the last. Scaramouche scowls.

“You're an actual moron. You’re not supposed to be talking. Save all that energy for when you can actually utter a sentence properly. You need to get better.”

With how harsh he sounds, any onlooker would’ve thought that this man despises you. Quite the opposite, actually. You can hear his voice soften, by a fraction.

“I swear, get better soon, otherwise I won’t hesitate to strike you down myself.”

When you reply with another cough, his eyes gleam, and a hand comes to stroke your head softly, allowing two of his fingers to twirl a strand of your hair. In a much more comforting tone (at least, for him), he places a bowl of soup on your lap, making sure none of it spills onto your skin.

“Now, eat this before I make you.”

You reply with a teasing lilt.

“Okay, ‘Wanderer’, I guess if I want to get better.”

It’s almost comical how you can see his jaw tense up at the use of his current alias, spare fist clenching at his side. He tsks.

“You know, I’ve told you again and again, you don’t have to call me that. Call me whatever you want.”

His voice goes down an octave, and it’s fairly obvious how he’s sporting a subtle pink blush on his otherwise pale cheeks. You decide not to comment on it.

The hand stroking your hair pauses, and comes down to the spoon currently sitting in the bowl of soup he had personally made for you. You know this.

What you don’t know is that it took him an hour to find the perfect recipe, the one that you said reminded you of home. You don’t know how it had taken him an hour to actually make it, displeased with each attempt, deeming each one ‘too mediocre’ for your tastebuds. He had finally settled on the one currently sitting on your lap, but not without his own touch. A tiny, minuscule heart (made out of some leftover cream) settled slightly on the left, which- and he’s not proud of this- made his own race a bit faster. He’s not really sure why he added it, but he’s sure that it’d make you feel better. Oh well, he reasons, he doesn’t mind getting a bit romantic, as long as you’re happy.

Scaramouche may not want to admit it to himself, but there’s a tingly feeling in his chest, one that stings whenever he sees your stuffy nose and clammy hands. It’s that same tingly feeling he’s now experiencing, when he’s demanding you to eat your soup. It’s that same tingly feeling when he sees the little cream heart decorating the bland food. Scaramouche may not want to admit that what he feels is love.

“Open up.”

You look at him- shocked. He stares back- deadpan.

“Did I stutter?”

With a very flustered expression on your face, you take the spoon from him. He continues staring at you, patiently waiting. In only a few minutes the soup is gone. Even though you’ve finished the entire thing, he still frowns. However, you’ve been with him long enough to know this frown is the one reserved only for you. His eyes are caressing, gentle, caring, even though his mouth is turned down. It’s not turned down that much, either. It’s bordering on one of his quiet smiles when he thinks you aren’t looking.

Scaramouche sighs. He still hasn’t noticed how fond he sounds. He still hasn’t noticed how much adoration he carries for you.

“Do you need anything else?”

You shake your head, smiling up at him. He has to resist smiling back. There it is again, that tingling in his chest. How peculiar, it’s warm, so unfamiliar, yet so familial. He doesn’t think he wants it to go away.

He plants a gentle kiss on your forehead. He lets it linger for a few seconds. Then, turning away, Scaramouche gets up to head out and clean the now-empty bowl, and spoon. Your voice stops him just as he gets to the door, making his head turn immediately, eyes full of concern.

“Love you, ‘Wanderer’.”

His grip on the bowl tightens, and his breath hitches.

“... Idiot.”

a/n: decided to try out a new layout for speech! undecided on whether or not i'll use it in the future? likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated ❣️

[amateur-exhibitionist]

So, you may have noticed that there was a lack of posts yesterday. This happened because I decided to be selfish and forgot about all the beautiful followers of this page. This was unacceptable. Good sluts don’t deprive an audience of their debauchery, and they do what their Owners tell them to. To each and every one of you who waited patiently yesterday for something to look at, imagine, rub one out or jack off to, I would like to say I’m sorry.

To my darling Owner: I’m sorry for disobeying you, and I’m sorry for the disrespect I showed in forgetting such an important order of yours. Thank you for punishing me, and thank you for making me make this apology.

My tits HURT though 😭

Love,

Your favourite exhibitionist 😘

[idyllcy]

love. - cael x reader

"Do you love me?" Cael mumbles, fingers brushing over your knuckles, voice cracking slightly as he refuses to look you in the eye. "Do you... love me?"

You swallow thickly, unable to give him an answer.

"Because..." He laughs pitifully at himself, features wrinkling as his heart stumbles in his chest. His heart races in his ear as he fights back the sound of his heart shattering. "I think I'm in love with you."

This is not Cael. You stare at the man who shares the same features, hair similar, disposition and body an exact replica, but it is not Cael. It makes your stomach churn uncomfortably as it reminds you of the time Cael had first admitted his love for you— but you remind yourself that this isn't Cael.

"I..." You swallow thickly, voice suddenly wavering. "I do not love you back. I can not love you back. You are not Cael."

The clone smiles painfully at you, emotions running around as he contemplates the next words to say.

There is nothing to say to you.

"You are lovely. So lovely." The clone whispers. "I love you."

"I'm sorry."

"No. I am cursed to repeat the fate of the man of whom I am a clone of." He mumbles. "I have not a say in whether or not I can choose to love you. I must. You are lovely. May the sun never stop shining in your presence." He trails off, fingers reaching to brush your hair to the side. "I love you. Lie to me just once."

"I can not." You whisper. "I can not be that cruel to you."

"You can." He rests his forehead on yours, voice breaking again. "Please."

"I..." You swallow, heart souring in your chest as you exhale shakily. "love you."

That is all he needs. Even if it's a lie.

[sad-emo-dip-dye]

Most beautiful man you’ve ever seen in this world…and then here comes that damn tiger

[shyshitter]

putting them in a room together until they start making out or fighting each other

[ashoss]

Thoughts on jingle bells Batman smells robin laid an egg the Batmobile lost a wheel and joker got away hey!

i think u should go do ur hw or something