#not me posting art at. 1 in the morning

[99griffon]

Don't try to come 'round here spreading sentiments of cheer You told your last white lie, everything is not alright You hope, you pray, you love the light of day But there's no one up there listening tonight

So this is that female rage I keep hearing about, huh? Somebody better come get this bitch before she commits a war crime

literally slammed this shit out at midnight for @asleepyy instead of working on commissions

One of my classic "just a doodle" moments... I'm gonna go pass out -- the song is Blood of Angels by Brown Bird

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

Randomly thinking about “tolerate it” (narrator voice: it was not random) and how under the cloak of fiction it is ostensibly inspired by works like “Rebecca” (which Taylor said she read during the 2020 lockdowns I believe?), with the line of “you’re so much older and wiser” indicating that the speaker is significantly younger and inexperienced compared to the person she’s speaking to and a pretty direct reference to the plot of the book.

But I saw something somewhere once that stuck with me about how it might not be referring to relative age between the characters but chronological age as in the passage of time in a relationship. And that made me think about how in a contemporary context, it might not necessarily be referencing an actual age gap between the two characters, but rather a sarcastic or cynical response to the man’s claims that he has matured (“you’re so much older and wiser [than you were before/than you were when we met/etc.]”), which then made me think about that line in relation to the woman. And that it could be taken like, “you act like you’ve matured so much in our time together and like you know everything, while I’m supposedly still stuck as the girl I was when we first met.”

Which then made me think of the “right where you left me” of it all and did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen time went on for everyone else she won’t know it and the bit in Miss Americana where she talks about how celebrities get frozen at the age at which they got famous, and how she’s had to play catch up in a lot of ways not just in her emotional growth but kind of in general. (Which also made me wonder if she’s ever been called out for immaturity/lack of curiosity/lack of education about things in her life…)

Which then made me think about the rest of the song, and @taylortruther’s posts yesterday about “seven” and “Daylight” and the way Taylor idealizes her youth yet contrasts it with an almost sinister reality in its wake, and the line, “I sit by the door like I’m just a kid,” because the discussion raised that her relationship let her recapture some of the childlike joy and wonder she’d lost. So this line is a double-edged sword: the speaker sits by the door with childlike hope that the person will come home and cherish her, but on the darker side, feels like the child dealing with the monsters she doesn’t have names for yet and the feelings of isolation she felt as she aged.

I’m not saying the song is necessarily autobiographical; like most of the songs on folkmore, it’s clearly a fictionalized story based on media she’d consumed and created, but we know a lot of the fictional songs were infused with her own feelings and experiences and… This idea swirling in my head picked up steam and now I kind of can’t stop thinking about it. Sorry but I’m a little obsessed now.

Like maybe it might start to shed light on why she identified so strongly with the novel in the first place…

[taaannnkk]

I never posted this screencap redraw my bad

[ghastigiggles]

Furina having some cute little particular spot/tactic which makes her let out the cutest, sweetest giggles with snorts in between and navia is so in love with that laugh that she lightheartedly Abuses that spot shkddhh for example like Furina's bellybutton or pressing soft little raspberries on her belly has her writhing, red painted on her face and a huge wobbly smile, soft giggles and whines followed by little snorts, and navia has to physically hold herself back from kissing furina while she's all giggly like that (she failed)

"Naveeheehee - Navia! We're going to be - eheehe - be late...!" "Hmm... They can wait a few more minutes, can't they? They'd understand if they heard these cute noises of yours!"

[lillazyboithings]

Fanart for @rickypawtts 's 5 saints AU hehehhehehe

Gosh, I love these two so much, they give me brainrot (I'll draw the others soon teehee)

[through-the-eyes-of-fakino]

"Aaaaaand..."

"Done!"

"Tada, my bag!"

"I couldn't make a case for him because I can either overdo it or not add my goo, and it wouldn't save me because I live with clones that would hurt you faster"

"Yes, and I need something that I can put my things because it's not very convenient to carry everything in my head, and it's not safe to leave it in a pizzeria"

"Well, I need to take you to the others, because I have to go.".Now I will try to explain everything."

Fakie's clone: "Wait a second. That is, you went to throw out the garbage, found this strange box in the tank that wrote to you and asked questions."

"AND IN THIS BOX LIVE CREATURES THAT SOMEHOW FIT IN IT?Don't you think that's crazy?"

Fakie: "Well, that's about how I understood it all.I didn't figure it out much further."

"Well, I have not seen them aggressive once, at most they are annoying, but so without strong aggression. "

Fakie's clone(in a whisper): "This guy scares us more than we scare him. "

Fakie: "Um, are my eyes not glowing? What makes you think they're glowing? "

Fakie's clone: "Maybe he's talking about the moment when they were yellow and you attacked me?"

Fakie: "I don't know, but it makes me nervous enough because I don't understand that either, I don't even remember attacking you."

[haxxydraws]

um... haxxy birthday to me

[tksubby]

um have some cropped images 🙃👍

[yoinkschief]

I just realized that there are some people who know me on Insta, and worse yet they knew me on Tumblr first and all they see is a somewhat similar name and the weirdest fucking profile picture that I have zero ability to explain other than it's an inside joke between me and my besties 💀💀

Like

How am I supposed to explain this picture

[bootay-hole]

an original story i wrote for school lol

Chapter 1: In my house

I woke up. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I saw through the window that it was still dark out, so I checked the time. It was 1:30am. Huh. I've never woken up this early before. Or maybe I had, but I don't remember it.

Anyway. Since it was so early and no one else in the house was awake, I figured I could go out to the kitchen and maybe treat myself to a midnight snack or two. Or a midnight feast, depending on how long it would take for me to get sleepy again. Or how long before I would get caught, which was unlikely, but not impossible. Also depending on how much food, good food, I could find in the kitchen. Or-

Thankfully, my train of thought was broken by the fact that I suddenly really needed to use the bathroom. Guess I was going to get that midnight feast after all. And probably a glass of water too, i thought as I realised how dry my throat felt.

As I began to sit up from my bed, I heard the world's tiniest creak. I fell back on my bed in an instant, my arms lying stiff by my sides as I felt my heart rate speed up. I pulled the blanket back over myself as I stared at the vaguely person-shaped silhouette sitting in my chair a short walk away from my bed.

I shut my eyes tight, abandoning all thoughts of leaving my bed until I felt the overwhelming dryness in my throat. I calmed myself down, assuring myself that ghosts, monsters and other fiendish entities weren't real and therefore not watching me sleep while sitting in the chair across my bed, neither were they hiding in my kitchen waiting for a delicious human to pounce on.

I sat up again and left my bed, walking past what turned out to be a pile of clothes and pillows on my chair and chuckled. That's right. Monsters aren't real. I was safe here, in the comfort of my own home. And I was going to get that midnight feast. I opened the door and walked out to the kitchen, and my heart stopped.

Chapter 2: The thing in my house

I did not manage to get a close look at the freaky creature rummaging through the fridge, but the mere sight of it was enough to send me running back to my bed.

I locked my bedroom door and pulled the covers over my head, beads of sweat running down my face as I heard the creepy being fiddling with the doorknob. To my distress, it managed to unlock the door and so it sluggishly began to approach my bed. I heard the thing's rubbery feet dragging against the floor, torturously slow. My breathing and heart rate speeding up by the second, I shut my eyes tight as I felt it towering over me and braced myself for whatever was about to come.

I let out a surprised yelp as suddenly a soft log-like thing that felt like a stuffed toy was clumsily brought down on my face.

“Oh, th-there you-you are” A soft - but surprisingly muzzy and cheery sounding - voice said from beside my bed. “Hel-ello!”

It pulled the covers that covered me so that my face was visible, and I was now able to take a closer look at the creature beside my bed. It was tall, scrawny and slouching like a limp stuffed toy, as if it lacked a spine. Its skin an unnatural shade of flamingo, it had ears that were big and round with the ends being slightly pointy. Its eyes looked like huge googly eyes, the left one much farther down their face than the right, as if it were about to slide off at any moment. The thing appeared to have thin brown bits of string as a mouth and eyebrows, and an upturned nose. It donned a long and baggy faded turquoise turtleneck. A dingy straw hat perched upon its head.

I blinked. Once, then twice. “Uh. Hello.”

“Hi! Hi-hello!” The thing greeted me again, laughing slightly.

I didn't see the point of greeting it back again, so I cut to the chase. “Are you going to eat me?”

The thing raised its eyebrows. “Huh? Nuh-no?” It said, sounding surprised that I thought a non-human being in my house at 1:30am would even think to slaughter me mercilessly. “Why'd- why you ask-asking?”

I felt my eyes widen. “Uh. Well. Um. You're. Not human. And in my house. At 1:30am. While no one's awake. With no obvious way where you could have gotten in. Oh, speaking of, how did you get in, actually? Probably should've started with that. Most normal people would. Anyway, how'd you get in here?”

“Oh. Oh yeah, I. Um.” It shut their eyes tight in concentration, as if trying to remember, “Oh! Yes, I c-climbed through the big metal uh- hole- tunnel! Thing. Yes. Yeah, where all the trash goes” It replied, triumph in its voice.

”Oh wow!” I said. “That's disgusting!”

“Th- Thank-Thank you” The thing smiled proudly. “I th-think it was very smart- very smart. Of me. It was-wasn't t-too bad e-either. I even found a-a banana peel stuck in-in th-there, and-and s-some spaghetti s-sauce? Did-didn't taste too-too bad. I liked the-the spaghetti sauce-sauce. A lot-lots. Liked it a lot.”

“Huh.” I tried not to gag. “Sounds like you had fun. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. I'd ask you why you came here in the first place, but I really need to use the bathroom.” I sat up and started to walk out. “Maybe we can continue this conversation after l'm done, if you're still here. And hopefully not turning on me and try to eat me.”

“Hmkay” the thing agreed cheerfully as it followed me as i made my way to the restroom. I heard it dragging its feet against the floors again. Its head jankily swayed from side to side as if listening to music only it could hear.

Chapter 3: The friendly thing in my house

When I left the bathroom, the thing was waiting for me on a dining chair, staring blankly into space.

"So," I said, hands on hips as the thing snapped back to reality and turned to me. I was about to ask it what it was doing in my house when I realised that I didn't know what to address it by.

"Uh. Wait, what's your name?" I couldn't just refer to it as 'thing' could I?

"My-my what?”

"Your name. How do I refer to you?" I paused for a moment. "Like me. I'm Clovis. My name is Clovis. So what's yours?"

"Oh." The thing softened. "C-Clovis."

"What? Your name is Clovis too? Huh, that's wild."

"N-no. Name's- m-my name is-is not Clov-Clovis. I don't think-think so."

"Oh." I said, realisation dawning upon me. "You don't have a name, do you?”

"Mm. No. Don't-don't remember."

“Huh. Alright. Well, do you want one?”

"Wha?"

"Do you want a name? You can give yourself one if you do. Something you like."

"Someth-thing I like?"

"Yep."

There was a short silence.

"Spaghetti sauce."

"No.”

"Aww." Spaghetti sauce pouted and gave me the best puppy eyes they could possibly manage, which were impressive given the fact that they had googly eyes for, well, eyes. "Why n-not?"

I stood my ground despite their pitiable expression. "Because that's not a name. Not for… living. things anyway."

"Spa-spaghetti sauce has-has tomatoes and-and. Uh. Stuff …veggies! In them." Spaghetti sauce started grinning wildly and puffed out their chest in pride. I scoffed at it. "Veggies are-are plants. P-plants are liv-living. Th-things. Th-they're alive."

"Not when the plants are in the spaghetti sauce they're not." I retorted smugly. Spaghetti sauce visibly deflated, seemingly disappointed by my quick comeback. "Though, I'm surprised that you knew plants were living things at all." I added quickly so as to not hurt their feelings too badly. "I had no clue until I was nine, and that was only because my science teacher told me. Good job."

Spaghetti sauce's face lit up again, starting to kick their legs happily. "Th-thank you." I felt a smile creeping upon my face.

A short pause. "So-so can i name myself sp-spaghetti sau-sauce?"

And just like that, my small smile was replaced with an exasperated expression. "No.”

"B-but I want to be- to be named spag-spaghetti sauce!" Spaghetti sauce whined childishly.

"Well you can't, okay?! Because I said so! Also because it's illegal. Oh, speaking of, did you know that in 2015 a couple was sent to court in Valenciennes because they wanted to name their daughter 'Nutella'? The judge said no and they ended up naming her Ella instead."

Spaghetti sauce stared at me blankly.

"Can-can I be named Nutella-?"

"NO, you can't-" I stopped and sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"You know what, why don't I name you instead." I said before I could stop myself.

Nutella perked up. "Oh! Y-you will?"

"Uh." I hadn't exactly thought my idea through before blurting it out, but it wasn't like I could turn back now. "Yeah, sure. If you want."

"Okay!" Nutella crossed their legs and leaned forward slightly, waiting.

I squinted my eyes at it for a while, studying it as I racked my brain for the first suitable name that came to mind.

"Fred."

"Huh?" Fred questioned, seemingly dumbfounded. "Wha-What's that?"

"It's a name. A real, proper one. And guess what? It's yours now." I straightened up proudly, before slouching down again, suddenly embarrassed. "Why? Do you not like it? Sorry, I've never named anyone before. Well, not real living beings. Besides Mushroom. That's my cat. But it's not like he can actually say anything because. Well. He's a cat. Sorry, it's fine l'Il just-“

"Fred." Fred interrupted, zoned out as I realised that they hadn't been listening at all to my panicked ramble. "Fr-ed. Fred Fred Fred Fred. Fred." They tested the word on their tongue, before grinning up at me, eyes twinkling.

"I like it. L-like it lots. Thank-th-ank you." I smiled back at Fred, going to sit next to them. "You're welcome, Fred."

Chapter 4: Fred, the friendly thing in my house

"So. Uh. We got very off topic." I started. "Why did you come here in the first place?"

“Ah. Uh. Ye-yes, I- um-“ Fred squeezed their eyes tight and rubbed their temples. "Uh… oh! Yes. Cause of thi-this."

They lifted up their arm, showing me the tear on their elbow where bits of stained green cotton stuffing was falling out. "D-don't re-member how I got i-got it. Just wak-waking up, and-and it was there. Fou-found some cloth, but can-can't tie a knot-a knot. Cau-ause I-I don't. Don't h-have, uh, fingers. J-just a-uh- thumbs. Mitt-mitts." Fred held up both their hands at this which, to their word, resembled a pair of flamingo coloured mittens.

"So-so I found this-this p-place. Went in stinky metal-metal tun-tunnel. Found a-a bana-na peel and some spaghetti-spaghetti sa-sauce. So th-then I ate-ate the-“

"Ate the banana peel and spaghetti sauce?" I cut in.

"Yeah. H-how'd you-you know?"

"You told me."

Fred put their hands down with a tilt of their head. "I did?"

"Yeah. When we were in my room. About-" I turned to look at the nearby clock on the wall. "Fifteen minutes ago.

"Huh. Okay." Fred paused. "W-where was-was I?"

"You ate the banana peel and spaghetti sauce."

"Oh yeah." Fred grinned. "I di-did. Th-then I came he-here. And I saw the sew-sewing kits-kits. On th-the fri-the fridge." Fred gestured to the magnetic sewing kits on the fridge as it spoke.

"Ah." I now knew why it had been standing blankly at the fridge when I entered the kitchen. "And then I came in?"

"Yeah." Fred confirmed. "And-and th-then you came- came in. Which is-is go-good, be-because now yo-you can h-help me sew-sew back my… arm. Elbow!" They exclaimed triumphantly.

“Oh…" I trailed off, feeling sheepish. "But I don't know how to sew."

“Wow, r-really?" Fred said, surprised. "Bu-but I thought you-you were smart!"

“I-" I stuttered, taken aback. "W-well, I'm not that smart. Just average. Probably.”

"You g-gave me my-my name!"

"O-oh, well, Fred isn't a very, uh, complicated name, it just came to mind and I thought it fit you. So."

"You knew I-I ate th-the banana peel-peel and spaghett-spaghetti sauce."

“Yeah. Because you told me."

“And you-you remembered!"

“Because you told me fifteen minutes ago.”

"Wow. You real-really are smart!” Fred beamed at me, seemingly in awe, before turning to go. "Well, I-| guess I'll go-go now. Nice to me-meet you, Clo—“

“Wait!” I called. Fred turned around. "Don't go yet. Stay here. I got an idea."

I left to go to the living room and fished around in the cabinets. I then went back to the kitchen, roll of yellow tape in hand.

"This probably won't hold as well as it would if I sewed this, but it's better than letting you leave without getting this fixed." I gingerly wrapped the tape around Fred's elbow. "After all, you came all this way, didn't you?"

"Th-thank you. Lots." Fred smiled, clutching their wrist when I was done. "It's o-okay. I'll j-just c-come back-back here when I need-need new t-tape. "Oh! You will?”

"Yeah." Fred beamed. "You are sm-smart. And-and nice. I-I like you."

"Well then," I attempted to swallow the lump in my throat. "You're welcome here anytime, Fred. Preferably not in the middle of the night though. Or at 1:30 in the morning.”

“Mkay." Fred stood up and stared awkwardly. "Th-thank. You. For-for everythin'.”

I smiled at it, choosing not to point out the fact that they had thanked me several times already. "No problem, Fred.”

Fred stood there for a few more seconds, then turned to go. "B-bye. See-see you."

"See ya." I cringed and put my hands over my ears as Fred clumsily opened the rusty trash chute door, which let out a loud, high-pitched groan. I sat for a few moments longer, listening as Fred climbed in the trash chute. They closed the chute door shut, more gingerly this time. The sounds of Fred crawling through the metal tunnel grew softer and softer before fading into the darkness.

I smiled and made my way back to my bed, falling asleep in an instant as all thoughts of a midnight feast slipped my mind, long forgotten.

[starcadestration]

Been experimenting wt photography even though its a medium I hate fr

[mordcore]

hello it's past midnight and i made a t shirt design

i'm now trying to figure out if it's against redbubble community guidelines or local laws, lol

[whump-kia]

I MADE A WHUMP EVENT: get ready for July folks

welcome to the Whumperless Whump Event of July! for your sickfic, situational, and completely apersonal whump needs--comfort included, of course.

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If enough interest is shown, I will make an Ao3 collection

Side note: please let me know if there's anything I can do to make this post or event more accessible. Should I put the image transcripts on the ID too? Is the formatting causing issues? What can I do?

This is not a contest, just an event. The only awards will be announcements for people who completed the whole darn thing. My entries will not receive any announcements or awards, because I'm hosting

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Prompts (text):

Emergency First Aid: Self-done stitches / Alcohol as sanitizer / “It's just a scratch, I've had worse.”

Does your insurance cover this?: Car accident / Bystander caretaker / “Eyes open, ambulance is almost here.”

Like a record, baby: Vertigo / Struggling to stand / “Is the room spinning, or is it just me?”

It's every day bro: Chronic pain / Massage / “I'm used to it.”

Stealing my breath (give it back): Wheezing / Light-headed / “I'll count, you just breathe.”

Summer is a curse: Heat Stroke / Panting / “Why don't we… find some shade, quick?”

Accidental Cryotherapy: Falling through a frozen lake / Hypothermia / “Hey, c'mon, you gotta stay awake.”

Put your head on my shoulder: Migraine / Light & Sound Sensitivity / “I can close the curtains…”

White and red handkerchief: Coughing up blood / Can't speak / “You just can't shake that cough, can you?”

Your work is never finished: Forced to work while ill / Workplace emergency / “...sit down, I'm calling HR.”

A minor annoyance: Stuffy nose / Hate to be sick / “I'm fine, I can work.”

It's going down (I'm yelling timber): Building collapse / Trapped under rubble / “I can't move my legs.”

It's just a pebble: Avalanche / Stuck in the mountains / “Well, this wasn't how I thought the hiking trip would go.”

Lay down your sword: Fighting back a cold / Cuddling / “Just let yourself be sick so you can get better.”

I'm going down (you're yelling timber): Passing out / Exhaustion / “I've got you, let's sit down, I've got you.”

Say goodbye to filters: Half-conscious / Delirious / “You would never say that in your right mind…”

In hot water: Dangerously high fever / Cool baths / “We have to get that number down somehow.”

I don't see it: Hallucinations / Fever dreams / “It's just a nightmare. You're safe.”

The whump morning after: Tending to injuries / Domestic hurt comfort / “Let's check the bandages, okay?”

It's not fun if you're panicking: Stuck in an elevator / Claustrophobia / “Get me out.”

Where's the exit: Lost / Stuck in the wilderness / “Surely someone will notice we're gone.”

Better out than in: Nervous Stomach / Vomiting / “I got your hair, it's fine.”

Well, that doesn't taste right: Accidentally poisoned / Allergic reaction / “My tongue feels like bees, is that normal?”

Be one with the fish: Drowning / Rescue Breaths / “Why did you think that was a good idea?!”

We didn't start the fire: Severe burns / Running into flames / “I know it hurts. Breathe.”

That's no barn spider: Venomous bite / Arachnophobia / “You'll be okay, we can help.”

What's your name again?: Concussion / Temporary Amnesia / “I don't remember what happened to me.”

Nothing behind the eyes: Fully unconscious / Force feeding / “It's just me, go back to sleep.”

Wrong place, wrong time: Robbery / One of many hostages / “Stay behind me, I can take a hit.”

I don't mean to get emotional: Fear / Breaking point / “I can't stop crying, I'm sorry--”

Only way out is through: Tunnel collapse / Accidental Journey / “We can't just sit here and wait.”

ALTERNATES:

Seizure

Choking

Withdrawal

Mugged

Wild animal attack

Hangover

Strain/sprain

Broken bone

Bloody nose

Panic attack

[whomstdvelynt]

what if my when your mother

[phoenixiancrystallist]

Day 314, and not a whole lot done, just finished up Incredulous, but that's okay since I'm feeling bleh anyway. Any progress is good progress when bleh :)

[ivyppoison]

five things you love about jason ( or you favourite parts of his body )

𐙚 warnings : alcohol consumption, smut, riding jason’s thighs xx, oral [ m. receiving ], fingering

note : I don’t know what consumed me as I wrote this, but this happened I guess. I had no shame writing it either which was strange, so I guess my need for jason tonight got to a level that should not be reached. this was written by a 16 year old, so if you don’t like this js block me, idc <3

1. HIS HANDS

Calloused palms and fingertips, with slightly red or perhaps bloodied knuckles at times, veiny skin and slender fingers littered with small scars ── Jason’s fingers could be compared to a work of art that stole your gaze any time you felt or saw them.

His hand placed on your inner thigh, rubbing the skin with the swiftness of his thumb left you desperate for a different feeling. The sight of his hand against your skin caused a small smile to appear on his lips as he noticed how this feeling made you crave his touch, a sense of hunger which had you biting onto your bottom lip as he moved his hands closer to your soaked folds.

Whenever he fingered your needy core, you were tied between allowing yourself to throw your head backwards in pleasure or watch his hand thrust back and forth, and Jason noticed your confusion.

“You want to see how good your pretty pussy just sucks my fingers in?” He asked, a tone of teasing and lust lacing his vulgar tongue, your thighs trying to close at the overstimulation as he held your legs apart with force.

Watching him clean and mess around with his weapons was yet another hobby for you, your eyes flickering over at his fingers as he played with a dagger once in a while, attempting to hide the fact that such a simple thing could make you so flustered.

2. HIS NOSE

After seeing a post about Jason having a greek nose that is slightly crooked from being broken multiple times, his nose was a feature of his that you adored undoubtedly. When you were helping him on a late, stormy night, you soothe the bruises left on his face, leaving an array of purples and greens, his face bloodied.

“Your nose is pretty,” you confessed, tilting his head with your hand as you cleaned a cut you found inept, scared of it potentially becoming infected.

“You think?” He asked with a small doting smile, and a hidden smirk, plastered across his lips.

After that, he never forgot about your specific and certain love for his nose.

Mewls and whimpers escaping your parted lips as he nipped and licked at your throbbing, soaked folds, the bridge of his nose pressed against your core as if he’d be delighted to suffocate and drown in the most intimate and erotic manner. Your eyes glossy as your fingers brushed and tugged at his hair, trying to cause more pressure against your swollen and needy cunt, your stomach fluttered at the feeling.

Or the kisses you pressed to his lips, and then the gentle curve of his nose whenever either you or he left the other, whispering love confessions and letting out small gasps as his hands gripped your waist, holding you closer to his body.

3. HIS EYES

Jason’s eyes aren’t the type that can be described by a simple colour or hue, such as baby blue or hazel. His eyes were the sort that contained different colours depending on the light around him. In the golden hours of the morning, laying beside him for an hour or so before you forced yourself out of the comfort of the satin, pearl sheets, his eyes contained a miscellany of different emerald greens, and a constellation of scattered deep browns and ocean blues. Whereas, during the day under the artificial lights of your home, his eyes were a murky green that reminded you of the mystery and secrets hidden within the city of Gotham.

In the comfort of a relationship, Jason can hold eye contact exceptionally well, and forces you to keep your own on his if you were the opposite with his hand underneath your chin, or your hair wrapped in a fist, the soft, yet assertive gaze of his own causing something within you to grow: yearning perhaps. 

4. HIS ARMS

You had a habit of trying to wrap the span of your hands around his biceps once ( even though he would have much rather had your hands wrapped around something else ), commenting on how muscular he was. Jason is a touch starved man, so holding you whenever in your bed as you attempted to fall asleep beside each other, or on the couch as you remained fixated on a film whilst Jason wrapped his arm around you was very much expected from him. Now that he knew about your ‘attachment’ to something so random, he made sure that your fantasies or thoughts could receive somewhat a visual satisfaction by walking around your home without the use of a shirt, or leaving the bathroom door open whenever he was in need of a shower.

Jason definitely has pull up bars somewhere in the house, and whenever he knew you were present somewhere, he’d complete a set, pretending as if he wasn’t attempting to make you hot and bothered for him.

Once, you asked him to restrain you in a chokehold and he glanced at you in concern. However, he held you lightly, watching you smile in pure bliss as you took a picture in front of the bathroom mirror.

5. HIS THIGHS

Upon dating Jason, his thighs were something that you loved from the very beginning.

You randomly sat on his lap even with the availability of other places. Equally, you loved placing your hands on his thighs as your lips wrapped around his hardened cock, his pre-cum and your spit falling from your mouth down to your chin.

On a particular night, you had been drinking, but not so much that you were unaware of anything and everything around you.

“Can I ride your thighs, Jay?” You asked, slightly intoxicated, sober thoughts confessed by your drunken tongue.

A few days later, he brought you your confession, watching you shy away from your own words. And soon, he had his hands on your hips as he slowly guided you, watching as your slicken panties rubbed against the fabric of his own trousers, hearing your unrestrained moans and mewls fall from your lips, the fact that the thought of his thighs giving you such a release of pleasure making you whimper.

His thighs are to die for.