#keep rocking it omg

[fuwaprince]

not really a question, just wanted to say your roommates are stinky and i’m proud of you ! just getting up in the morning is accomplishment enough some days and getting an interview isn’t really easy anymore as you stated. i hope you hear some good news about it soon and that they don’t take out their own preconceptions about productivity out on you 🤍

prrrrt??! <3 ..

Ty ty ty friend! for saying that you're proud + the hope 🥹😔💓 AND for acknowledging my smaller victories for what they actually feel like to me (accomplishments)!

I almost felt proud of myself too ... WAIT A SEC *climbs on top of a pineapple under the sea* 😤📣"I'M KENOUGH" 🤟 AND I'M PROUD(just trying to keep up good Kenergy)!!!!! Btw if you got that last SpongeBob ref ily ❤️

I wouldn't take their convoluted commentary so offensively if it wasn't so baseless and inaccurate.. Actually, that's exactly why I shouldn't take any offense from their words probably ... I'm so humbly open and welcoming to criticism too (especially rn as I'm about to get interviewed, like pls help me become the best version of me possible 🥺?? pls??) and they just want to act elbows out/irl Mean Girls towards me while I sit down to catch some sun after a very exhausting day (which will only lead into an even more exhausting night)....... It's not even like I haven't contributed. I would rather starve than skip on rent and I have. Been working my butt off to improve my life and I have the receipts to prove it! I'm putting in the hours! The WORK! It's a little demoralizing, kind of a put down...

Just have to have thicker skin I guess! If anything, I'm more prepared to deal with emotional immaturity in the workplace. Thanks for taking the time to send me wise words. Love you, bongwawa 🫂💕💞

[fraisaa]

I LOVE GAARA AND LEE SO MUCH THEY'RE SO CUTE BUT THERE AREN'T ENOUGH FICS ABOUT THEM OR LIKE CENTERED AROUND THEM AND I REALLY REALLY NEED MORE OF THEM BECAUSE I LOVD THEM

[falafels]

congrats on your hashtag open wound it sounds gnarly i used to work front desk at a surgical hospital that didnt have an emergency department but people sure would show up and show me their open wounds and i had to say please go to an emergency department also i am not a doctor i answer the phones

OMG I WORKED AT A HOSPITAL DESK TOO it was crazy the shit people show u like “do you think this is gonna need surgery??” sir i am 15. but also you’re holding two severed fingers right now so yeah probably ANYWAY WORK TWINS <333

[habibisagi]

i heart whimsical masochists. silly freaks. you draw blood from them and they’re giggling. so :3 about it

[cassketti]

Omg I just remembered eighth grade english class bro the MAZE RUNNER WAS SO BADD 😭😭😭😭

(This a redraw , original drawing was from eigth grade LMFAO)

[seaofreverie]

Ok more

[ziipzeepzop-eez]

🖤JUNETEENTH🖤

YAYAYAYAYAYYAYAYAYYYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYYAYAYAYAY 💥🕺🏾🕺🏾💥💥💝💕💝🫶🏾💞💖💗💓💘🕺🏾💘💗💖🕺🏾💓🕺🏾💘💗💕💞💝🫶🏾💗💖💘🕺🏾💓💖💘💖💗💓💞🕺🏾💞🕺🏾💗🕺🏾💞💘💞💘💞💘

💞My pookalicious older sista in arms💞

💕My diva💕

💓THE fashionista💓

I dunno if you celebrate but ututhhfhfruejwm yk what ur celebrating today 🕺🏾💥‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ Thank you so much for putting up with my ramblings and matching my energy with legit everything. You are an angel sent from God himself and OUUGHHGHGOUUT ilysm. 2023 me was so scared I wouldn’t find any black friends and it would just be a repeat of school buUuUuUTTTT THANK THE LORD YOU CAME 😫🙏🏾💥💞💞💓💥💕‼️

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OOoOoOOoOoOoOOoh you want it soOOoOoOOO bad it HURTS…………………dont drown on ur way out pooks

🌊🌊🌊

EMMMIIIIIEEEEEEEE!!!! My little rockstar!! 🎸🤎💃 ignore how late this is plss my internal clock is not functioning

AHA HUZZAHHHHH!!!! AS YOU'VE SAID ‼ It's [Mariah Carey] TiIiIIIIiiiIiIIIImMMmmmEeeEEEE!!~~~ ‼‼😩😍🥳

🖤JUNETEENTH🖤 LET'S FREAKING GOOOOOOOO!!!!!! 💃💥❤💚🖤

Someone get on the track 🎚🧑‍🎤🎶🔥💯

𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑼𝒑 :: 𝑪𝒚𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒂 𝑬𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒐 01:43 ━━━━●───── 03:50 ⇆ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ↻ ılıılıılıılıılıılı ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮

I mean this w/ every fibre of my being - you being in my life has made it such a better place to be. To want to be. I couldn't have asked for a better virtual lil sis who's always got my back and you KNOW I always got yours 🤎❤💖💞❤️💖💕💜❤️💖🤎💕❤️💖🤎💕 And it's hardly "putting up" with it like it's a chore.... smh....... girl I 💥LIVE💥 for ur ramblings!! Your freak will always be the standard to match!!!!! You bring the party witchu wherever you go and simply just k n o w i n g you and being your friend is an incomprehensible joy. I adore you and I love that I get to share in that splash of ✨cool✨ and 😎🤎culture🤎😎 with you. 🗣🗣SHOUT OUT TO THE CULTURE❕🗣🗣

Happy Juneteenth my lil volleyball 🫶🏽🥰 also stop jumpscaring me w/ the meals !?!?!? 🤨🧐 I SEE THE WAY U SLOBBERIN OVER THERE.......... yeeeeeaahhhhh. like a ‼moth to a flame‼

[jaerockyaoi]

my design process to them btw... i was lowkey dying

[brainrotzora]

these things are always happening to the ones i like :////////

anyways the lighting in this dungeon is so nice

didn't get any good pics bc i was too busy dungeoning but so pretty...best dungeon music so far goes to snowcloak though btw

[diltonsstrangescience]

ATTENTION EVERYONE! VERY IMPORTANT:

DILTON AS A STAGEHAND WITH A HEADSET AND CLIPBOARD.

That is all.

[waterparksdrama]

very strange to put free palestine on the setlist yet strategically avoid retweeting anything anyone said about it and also avoiding directly saying it even though he is the most chronically online person on the planet

i think it's the most passive of awsten's "activism" (because yknow hes not an activist he's just a white guy with a rabid fanbase) since it relies heavily on people posting the bare minimum of political posts and twitter likes he makes against zionism. compare that with him wearing shirts of various feminism and lgbt friendly shirts at shows. the message gets out a lot easier and it's clearer to see what he supports without needing to be online to see it.

i don't really care about that at the end of the day because the bare minimum is what i do expect anyways but what drives me crazy is this feed of white fans praising this sort of slacktivism like it's the greatest thing he does and in the process, makes it less about the issue at hand and more about praising him for doing the literal bare minimum to put him on a pedestal in their heads. - iz

[luci-hemwin-evanson]

They should do like a Starstruck remake but with a guy that's on a band/boyband instead

Like a good One Direction fanfic (not like the ones that actually got made into movies)

[homesick-heart]

I'mma hire an escort to watch tv with me and maybe like go on a holiday

[coconut530]

Bump in the Night & Sleeptober Day 10: Open Graves & Ascend

[humanjarvis]

blushing bandit: part 1

synopsis: you coax caleb into admitting his crimes against your laundry.

tags: sub!caleb, caleb steals your panties to get off, you make him admit it, fingering (main character to self), caleb praise kink, caleb whimpers again, teasing, sexual condescension, cum...licking? (off of panties) pairing: caleb x reader word count: 1.3k

PART 2

a/n: i told myself if i ever wrote panty sniffer caleb it'd have to be unique since it's done so much so i hope this is enough. sorry if not. [omg i’m proofreading rn and i am not the same person i was when i wrote this]

You’d been keeping a spreadsheet.

In the last four times that Caleb had done your laundry, four pairs of your panties had gone missing.

The first time, you’d shrugged it off. Meh, maybe the dryer sucked them in, you’d thought. The second was just a coincidence, and the third had had you this close to calling a repairman. But by the fourth? You suspected you were dealing with a repeat offender—a human one.��

This wasn’t Caleb’s first time having a…fixation with your underwear. A few times prior, you’d walked past the laundry room to see him staring down at a small scrap of lace or cotton in his hands, frantically chucking them into the washer once he spotted you. Needless to say, you were so certain of his guilt that you didn’t even care to check his room—you were right, you knew, and he’d admit what he’d done by the end of the day. 

Fifteen minutes before Caleb usually gets home, you crack your door open just enough to expose your bed. Climbing onto the mattress, you angle your panty-clad lower half to the doorway. The pair you’ve got on are simple: pink cotton with white lace borders. You honestly didn’t care which ones you wore—they just needed to be light enough to stain.

Spreading your legs, you slip your hand under the lace waistband, running your fingers up and down your slit. As you part your folds, you slowly slide your hand up to play with your clit, circling, flicking, and rubbing until you’re slick with arousal. Your movements are calculated, methodical. This wasn’t about achieving pleasure—that would come when you tormented Caleb later. For now, your goal was to soil your panties with cum. 

When the front door opens, you quicken your pace, rocking your hips into the bed so it creaks and dropping distinct moans from your lips. 

You don’t even bother to listen for footsteps—you know he’ll come. You know he’ll see. 

As you feel yourself getting close, you swipe two fingers along your glistening folds before sinking them into your core, matching the rhythm of the other hand still playing with your clit.

The pressure builds and builds, but a glimpse of the shadow moving in the cracked doorway is what finally pushes you over the edge. 

With a loud cry, you roll your hips through your orgasm, writhing sensually on the crumpled sheets beneath you. 

After a heady moment, you remove your hands from your core and press them against the outside of your panties, making sure they’re wholly drenched for what you’re about to do.

When you look back up, the shadow is gone, and you know you’ve got him.

“How was your day?” you greet, barging into Caleb’s room with your hands behind your back. 

With his broad back toward you, he freezes briefly before relaxing. “It was alright, nothing much happened,” he shrugs, still not turning to face you. 

“Alright, huh?” you repeat. Clearly, he was in need of a little push. 

“You wanna know what I did today?” you start, a saccharine excitement in your voice. “Today I went through the load of laundry you washed for me yesterday. Do you want to guess what it had in common with the three loads before that?”

Tensing, Caleb finally turns around, a noticeable tremor in his idle hands. “It...smelled like detergent?” he jokes lamely, offering a weak smile. 

“Oh, cut the shit, Caleb,” you scoff, sauntering over to him. “I know. No excuses, no stupid jokes, no changing the subject. I know.”

A startled laugh falling from his lips, Caleb flits his eyes to the side before opening his mouth to respond. “Wh—”

“Shut it,” you intercept. “Now, I came in here to make a deal—an unfair deal, to be honest. It will benefit you much more than me.” Stepping closer, you grin at his wary expression before continuing. “If you admit you've been stealing my panties, you get to keep these. No catch,” you offer, waving your underwear, coated with the evidence of your earlier climax, in front of his face. 

Caleb’s eyes pop out of his skull. Dumbfounded, he stands staring down at you, opening and closing his mouth like he’s glitching.

“Hmm? I thought you liked these,” you mock. Placing a hand on his chest, you push his dazed form onto the bed behind him. Chuckling, you crawl up his body, panties threaded between your fingers. 

When you come face to face, you take his jaw in your other hand, angling it as if inspecting him. “Are you sick?” you pout. “Where’s your enthusiasm? Where’s the man who stole four pairs of panties out of my dirty laundry? One I could understand—to each their own—but four is just greedy, Caleb.”

Through his heaving breaths, all Caleb can respond with is a shuddering whimper. He looks up at you as if you’re about to smite him, and although you’re not, there’s something exhilarating about the visual. 

“No answer? What a bummer,” you sigh dramatically. With a mischievous wink, you tighten your grip on his chin. “That’s okay, though—I think I can find him.”

Slowly, you bring the hand holding your underwear up to hover right over his face. “Is he…here?” you ask, lightly tracing the lace hem of your panties around his jawline.

At the contact, Caleb’s breath hitches, and he lets out a pitiful, incoherent noise. 

“No? What about here?” you tease, now rubbing the fabric against his reddening cheek.

When he still doesn’t break, you click your tongue. “Still nothing?” you tut. “This guy’s a tough nut to crack. But don’t worry—I think I can find him right…here.” In one fluid motion, you grip Caleb’s chin and press your soaked panties to his face, the wettest patch directly over his nose and mouth. 

Caleb's eyes roll back into his head before he gives you what you’ve been waiting for. Jolting his hand out to grab your arm, he presses the fabric harder against his face as he bucks up into you. 

He inhales deeply before closing his eyes and, with his hand still wrapped around your wrist, pushes his tongue out to taste your leftover release.  

Moaning, he opens his mouth to suckle on your panties, and you coo down at him. “Aw, there he is,” you say, caressing his cheek with your free hand. “Just needed some guidance, hm? Needed to know I wasn't mad at you for using my dried slick to get off.” 

Whimpering through the material, he nods twice. 

“Good,” you praise as he nuzzles into your hand. “But!” you continue, ripping the fabric from his mouth, to which he groans from the loss of contact. 

“Remember what I told you. You can have these,” you say, dangling your underwear in his face and pulling away when he leans forward, “if you confess what you did.”

Violet eyes look up at you in panicked deliberation, and you can visibly see when his perversion overwhelms his pride. 

“W-when I did your laundry the last few times,” he starts timidly, voice hoarse from disuse. “I took…I didn’t mean to, I swear. They were just there and they smelled like you and I couldn’t stop.”

“Couldn’t stop what, Caleb?” you prod, brow raised. “What did you do with them?”

You know what he did with them. But you want to hear it from him.

“…I used them,” he admits, voice dropping to a whisper. “I brought them back here and I smelled them and…tasted them…pretended it was you. So I could come.” When he stops, his face is flushed scarlet. 

“Mm,” you hum, stroking his cheek. “That wasn’t so hard, was it? Thank you for telling me,” you praise, and he shivers under your touch. 

“You’ve been so good for me—I'll give you what I promised,” you say, folding your ruined panties and laying them neatly atop Caleb's chest.

Shuffling off of him, you head for the door before looking back. 

“And Caleb,” you call, “cotton cannot taste that good. Next time, just ask me for the real thing.” 

PART 2

[pxlelf]

This is one of the greatest posts I’ve ever seen on this website

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