#same with nips

[beskars]

hi hello psa for everyone. vander is built like a gd arizona ice tea can, and yall wanna go climbing jacob's ladder on top of that??

idk about you but i wanna survive this ride so i can go again lmfao

anywhodles LOVE YOU ALL HOPE YOURE HAVING A GOOD DAY 🔱🔱🔱🔱🔱

LMFAO YOU HEARD KAY, WE WOULD NOT SURVIVE VANDER WITH A DICK PIERCING

on a completely unrelated side note, i have a sudden and overwhelming craving for arizona iced tea,

[erinwantstowrite]

hey y'all just letting you know... i did not give anyone permission to post LoF on Wattpad. i've gotten an influx of comments about if i would ever post it there too and the answer is no. that being said, i also did not give permission for LoF to be posted to any other website, save for one person translating to russian on a different website. i haven't gone looking to see if they have been posted there, but if you do see it at some point, please let me know

[witchofthesouls]

I think it’s a general rule of thumb that Primes in general - no matter what continuity - are possessive and obsessive of their mates to the point of being if not out right yanderes, possibly due to the fact that Primes don’t exactly have a long life expectancy. I feel like there’s some sort of omen about Primes ‘in love,’ possibly along the lines of ‘when a Prime is in love, it’s bad news for everyone, Prime’s go mad when they’re ‘in love���.’

I read one fic that followed this idea about Bayverse Optimus being Yandere for Sam Witwicky and Ratchet (as he slowly watches the slow-motioned disaster) laments that Sentinel Prime was the same with his mate and weeps because he knows it’s gonna end badly and is scared.

Ohh, I got tf headcanons that mesh well with that line of thinking.

Primes aren't meant to stand alone. They need someone to act as a counter to them, like another Prime or a Lord Protector.

I like to think that Lord Protectors were the answer to help ground the new Primes as their numbers dwindled. They're usually mecha of Primal-descent, have the favor of one the Ancients, or have traits that are compatible with the quirks of their Prime. Lord Protectors are supposed to act as anchors to ensure their Prime doesn't wander too far away into the metaphysical or give into their wilder impulses as well as be a poignant reminder of their mortality and earthly roots.

Primes burn too brightly. Without any control, they flare into a supernova before dying too early, which contributed to the decline of their numbers...

That then led to a massive loss of knowledge and necessary skills that new Primes needed guidance to master their new frames and deep connection to their Creator.

So, a Prime being in love can be an omen, indeed. Especially for a lonesome Prime with no Lord Protector. That Prime would be immediately drawn to someone who's either a long distant Primal-descent or have the touch of the Ancients upon them as they're the greatest likelihood to bring forth a new Prime from their combined lineage.

[saints-who-never-existed]

As much as I enjoy picking apart and having Emotions TM about Little's many low points - his failures and the indignities he suffers at the hands of fate and his fellow man - that darkness just can't hit the same unless you consider the light too (and I think many out there do fail to consider that light).

He isn't compelling to me just by how many times he gets knocked down, he's compelling for the fact that he gets back up again.

[keii4ii]

봄봄이와 범범이 (Bom means spring in Korean, and Bum means tiger in Korean)

EDIT: ADDED THE LIP FRECKLE

[unlimitedhearts]

As an adult nothing made me happier than finding out the primetime network television shows I watched with my parents growing up had fandom I could commiserate with on tungle dot bungle.

I was so excited to find that other people had an equally (un)healthy obsession with House M.D. and Psych, in particular. Which begs me to ask...

DOES ANYONE REMEMBER THE SHOW LIE TO ME???

I'M AWARE IT WASN'T AS POPULAR AS ANYTHING ELSE THAT WAS ON AT THE TIME - BUT PLEASE GOD SOMEONE TELL ME THEY KNOW WHAT SHOW I'M TALKING ABOUT

BECAUSE I'VE NEVER SEEN ANYONE ELSE TALK ABOUT IT AFTER IT STOPPED BEING NETWORK TELEVISION AND PART OF ME FEELS LIKE I FEVER-DREAMT THE WHOLE THING.

[bluepallilworld]

Had a fun time with sign language :]

It's good hand training, I should do it again

[woetoy]

so fucked up that you can't just find someone in heat in a bathroom begging to be fucked tbh

one of life's many cruel jokes, eh?

[arainesque]

have a disgusting wip as a wednesday treat

(tw too much talks of nipples and tits between two men where neither has tits but one of them has incredible pecs that are close enough, and massages because drumming gives u tight muscles. duh. it's 1.4k under the cut and i probably will never finish it but it's a waste just sitting in my drafts.)

George was sitting on the floor.

Somehow it made sense.

In a hotel room, after a show with all of his clothes still on. With Matty sitting behind him with his legs bent and placed on either side of his body, almost as if to lock George in place. To keep him there as he methodically massaged his back, tried to get rid of the knots and stiffness.

His lower back had been fine, bearable at least, but as Matty started working his way up his back the pain just got worse and worse. He had managed to stay relatively quiet bar for the occasional whine, but as Matty dug his knuckles into George’s traps he couldn’t stop the way he hissed as the pain shot all the way down his arms and up his neck, almost making him feel a little woozy. Off-kilter. He couldn’t decide if he liked it or not.

“You okay?” Matty asked, resting his hands on George’s shoulders before running them down his arms in a way that he decidedly did like, soothing and gentle. “George?”

He blinked once, twice.

“Yeah.” He replied. “Just hurts.”

“Do you want to stop?” Matty said, but George nearly missed it with the way his fingers had started making their way back up his arms and down the sides of his back, slipping them beneath his shirt. Skin on skin in the most innocent of ways, really. A palm against a spine, but it was nice. “Take a break?”

“I was the one who asked you for a massage.” George snorted, breath hitching in an almost embarrassingly obvious way when Matty’s hands started wandering up his stomach.

Matty hummed, scooching a little bit closer to George’s back as he pressed his hands firmly into his lower abdomen. His breath was hot against the side of George’s throat when he spoke next. “That doesn’t answer my question, silly.”

“Right-” He shook his head before tipping it back onto Matty’s shoulder as his hands ran up George’s chest and then- “Are you hard?”

“Maybe.” Matty giggled, still letting his hands explore George’s body over his shirt. Gentle touches travelling all the way up until they met the part where his shirt was unbuttoned. Halfway up his sternum. He fiddled with the cotton where it exposed the top of George’s chest. “It’s your fault.” He said, placing a kiss to George’s throat. “You didn’t have to be that loud.”

“Glad my noises of pain turn you on.” He quipped, aiming for sarcasm but ending up somewhere between a breathy whimper and a groan as one of Matty’s hands had found its way inside of his open shirt and was pinching one of his nipples between his fingers.

“It's not my fault that your noises are so pretty.”

George’s eyes fell closed, basking in the feeling of Matty’s chest expanding and deflating against his spine.

“Not pretty. You have horrible taste.”

He could feel Matty’s cock, swollen and prominent against the small of his back in a way that felt almost primal. Especially with the way Matty was just unashamedly grinding himself on George.

“We both know that’s not true.” Matty stated, and it was so undoubtedly true that George couldn’t find it in himself to respond, even in agreement. Just let the truth hang heavily in the air. “Exactly. Pretty.”

He let his own hands drop to rest on the floor beside Matty’s feet, somewhere to rest his weight as Matty continued to explore his skin, travelling up his throat and across his clavicles and then back down his sternum. His breathing sped up with every single button Matty undid and something strangely resembling arousal started pooling between his legs as he looked down at Matty’s hands on his skin.

He watched as Matty undid the final button and as the fabric slipped down the sides of his own body, exposing more pale skin. Watched as Matty ran his hand down his stomach before lightly pressing on George’s cock with the heel of his palm and even through the layer of denim, he felt sensitive. Rocking up into Matty’s touch. Whining when he retracted his hand to let it travel back up his stomach.

He halted his movements when he reached just below George’s pecs. Seemingly just stopping for a second, to let George watch or leave him to wonder, he wasn’t sure. It was kind of intoxicating to watch his hand move along to his own shallow breathing.

But then Matty laid his palm flat over one of his pecs and squeezed.

“Matty!?” 

“Huh?” He seemed surprised at George’s exclamation, halting his kneading of George’s flesh but kept his hand there.

“I’m not a girl.” He stressed, resting one of his own hands on top of Matty’s as if to push it away but then, for whatever reason, couldn’t bear himself to do so.

“I know that.”

“I don’t have tits.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Why’re you-” He could feel his heart quickening its pace as if it was yearning for Matty’s attention from behind his ribs. As if it was trying to jump straight into Matty’s hand. “Why’re you touching me as if I did?”

“I’m not.” He said, placing a delicate kiss to George’s temple that made a flush spread across his cheeks at an alarming pace, the tenderness of the gesture settled somewhere deep within his bones. Hopefully to be permanently ingrained into his DNA, or something equally as sappy. “I just know that you like it when I touch you like this.”

George was about to protest before Matty had the chance to demonstrate what he meant but then his fingernails scratched along one of his nipples and all of his blood rushed south, rendering him stupid.

“It’s like a treat that you love it so much.” Matty continued, moving his hand to trace his fingers along George’s bottom lip. George let him inside, let him press his fingers down onto his tongue hard enough that he started to drool down his own chin. “Love stuffing your mouth and playing with your tits.”

George could feel his cock swelling rapidly, could feel his hips bucking up into thin air, rolling around in a desperate attempt at finding friction. He didn’t know how to feel.

“I-”

“It doesn’t mean anything.” Matty said, already sensing what George was about to say. Stopping him before he had time to think. “They’re pretty, and sensitive, and mine.”

George couldn’t do much but hum around Matty’s fingers, shiver at the wetness as he dragged them down his chin and throat, all the while Matty’s breath was warm against his neck while his legs were squeezing the sides of George’s ribs, and he almost felt like he was meditating, everything was suddenly just good. A gorgeous fire erupted in his lower abdomen as Matty’s wet fingers circled around one of his nipples, like it was as sensitive as his cock. Like his nerve endings just multiplied wherever Matty’s touch went.

“Feel good?” Matty said, and almost as if he didn’t want to actually hear the response he pinched George’s nipple hard, twisting it a little in a way that almost had him screaming. It hurt. He was so sensitive. “You’re so soft.”

George just hummed, feeling himself going brainless.

“Oh, you want to be lazy?” Matty giggled, close enough to his neck that his lips grazed the thin skin as he talked. “Want me to do all the work?”

“Shut up!” George yelped, responding to Matty’s giggles with his own. “Won’t take much.”

“You’re so easy to rile up.” Matty said, and all George could think about was how he could feel how turned on Matty was, hot and heavy and hard pressed up against his back. How easy it would be to throw the statement back at him. But then one of Matty’s hands went up towards his throat while the other strayed towards the bulge in his pants and his brain just stopped working for a second.

His mind went blank, almost as if time in itself had stopped.

“Not gonna choke you, Georgie.” Matty said, finger travelling feather light from his throat to splay his hand steadily against the top of his chest. A firm, reassuring pressure. “Want to see you, though.”

“Yeah?” George’s head felt a little floaty, he could vaguely feel the muscles of his face morphing into a tired smile. A fond one, one that he wanted to press into Matty’s neck. To be close to him but still able to hide at the same time. Maybe the massage had worked because his muscles felt sore but not tense anymore. “You don’t want to just wank me off?”

“No. As much as I love humping your back I’d rather see your face.”

“You’re sweet, sometimes.”

“Piss off.” Matty said, placing a final, firm, kiss against the joint of George’s jaw before shifting to stand. “I love you. Get up.”

[chicohungers24-7]

Now that the temperature's dropping it's got me thinking that Nine probably has not experienced a snowy winter. Or like even a properly cold one.

[bird-inacage]

Love Sea Trailer | Mut Drooling Gawking Appreciatively (*Thinks Horny Thoughts*)

[scarefox]

me every time I see Taemin shirtless

[allpromarlo]

oki thinkpieces r done WELCOME BACK BABYYYYYY I MISSED U SO MUCH

[definitely-not-an-alb]

As someone who's written with a fountain pen and basically only a fountain pen since I was single digits, the fountain pen posting on this website is insane

[nipuni]

Hey Nipuni! Are you by chance going to see Phantom of the Opera in Teatro Albéniz this autumn? You got me into poto, so I would love to hear your thoughts on the musical! And maybe to have someone to gush about it with if I make it to Madrid to see the piece!

Hello 😊 Yes!! I will be there!! I'd love that!! I got our tickets as soon as they went on sale, I'm so excited I will definitely be posting about it!! I hope you can make it here to see it too, Madrid is lovely in autumn 🥺❤️