#wanna kiss?

[vasilisk-vp]

⚠️ CW EYE STRAIN ⚠️ CW AMPUTATION ⚠️ CW BLOOD⚠️

im in my hlvrai era B-)

[electricxmayhem]

i feel very connected to my name but sometimes i wish i’d gone with something sexier

[s0livagant]

if u are 5'4 i'm unfollowing

LMAO ????!! I’m not 5’4 so you’re stuck with me

[trashy-greyjoy]

really love dynamics that are like 'it honestly doesn't matter if you view them as romantic or platonic, the point is that they love each other. the type of love is inconsequential, all that matters is that it's there'. gotta be one of my favorite genders.

[jsketch12]

I’M SORRY MOONLILY NATION I HAVE FAILED YOU ALL………

[six-tooth]

I may have taken a liking to drawing Pomni without her hat in a suit

[aucprivt]

i want to eat a pretty boy out so bad i'm actually gonna lose my mind if i don't. i want push myself between his legs and tell him to spread his thighs. i want to tease him with a chuckle because of how flustered he is. i wanna trail kisses on his inner thighs as i place his legs on my shoulders slowly and tell him how good his skin feels on my lips. i wanna hear him let out a little gasp when i take his tdick in my mouth. i want his hips bucking into my face as he whines and buries his fingers into my locks. i wanna hum into his cunt and start lapping up his boypussy like it's my last meal and hear him react to every movement i make. i want to hold his thighs firmly to stop him from pushing his hips back and forth, to tell him to be patient with a smirk. i want to push my tongue inside him even when he comes and continue eating him out till he's crying from overstimulation because i want him to know how much he can take like the good boy he is.

[mydairpercabeth]

The scenes of Luke training Percy were so expertly written. He wasn’t just training Percy, he was actively recruiting Percy. He fuels Percy’s anger and mistrust of the gods. He didn’t even need to alter how Percy saw the gods because he could already see the resentment Percy had of his dad, mirroring his own. He was absolutely sure he had Percy on his side but he didn’t account for one thing, Percy’s fatal flaw. Percy’s loyalty to his family and friends supersedes all else. Luke can’t betray Annabeth, almost kill him, Grover and Annabeth, put his mother in a dangerous position, and then expect him to be on his side. That is where he fails.

[stargirlrchive]

himbo!simon who’s trying so hard to remember what you asked him to pick up at the mall but got distracted with the victoria secrets by the entrance.

his brows furrowed as he tried to wrack his brain with what you wanted but the pretty lace and soft velvet is so distracting. he’s thinking about how pretty it would look on you, and how he’d have you put it on just so he can peel it off of you.

shooting you a quick text of ‘babe, what’s your bra size?’

his brows furrowing at the three question marks you send back and before he can ask again you’re texting back, ‘i just need you to pick up the stroller for my sisters babyshower.’

oh, so that’s what you needed. right!

when you don’t respond, he goes around picking up his favorite pieces and measuring by how they fit in his palm. his smile is so smug as he adds them to the basket because he knows he’s got the right size.

he’s so happy, trying so hard to ignore the way his cock is already chubbing up. he’s sitting in the car and about to start pulling out when he remembers about the fucking stroller.

[inkskinned]

kids remind me, often, of the things i've taught myself out of.

i have a big dog. he looks like a deer. he is taller than most young children. while we were on a trail the other day, a boy coming our direction saw us and froze. he took a step back and said: "i'm feeling nervous. your - your dog is kind of big."

goblin and i both stopped walking immediately. "he is kind of a big dog," i admitted. "he's called a greyhound. they are gentle but they are pretty tall, which is kind of scary, you're right. their legs are so long because they are made for running fast. i am sorry we scared you. would you like us to stand still while you move past us, or would you feel more safe in your body if we move and you stay still?'

"oh. i didn't know that about - greyhounds. i think i ... i want to stay still," he said. at this point, his adult had caught up to us. "i'm nervous about the dog," he told her, "so i'm - i'm gonna stay still." she didn't argue. she didn't make fun of him. she just smiled at him and at me and held his hand while goblin and i, with as wide of a berth as we could make, crept our way through.

behind us, i heard him exhale a deep breath and kind of laugh - "he was really big, huh? she said it's because greyhounds have to go fast."

"he was big," she said. "i understand why that could have made you a little scared."

"yeah. next time i - next time do you think i could maybe ask to touch him? when - i mean, next time, maybe, if i'm not nervous."

later, going to a work event, in the big city, i stood outside, trembling. my social anxiety as a caught bird in my chest. i took a deep breath and turned to my coworker. she's not even really my friend yet. i told her: "i feel nervous about this. i am not used to meeting new people, ever since covid."

she laughed, but not in a mean way. she said she was nervous too. she reached her hand out and held mine, and we both took another deep breath and walked in like that, interlinked. a few people asked us - together? - and i told the truth: i feel nervous, and she's helping. over and over i watched people relax too, admitting i feel really kind of shy lately actually, thank you for saying that.

the next time i go to an event, and i feel a little scared, i ask right away: wanna hold hands? this feels a little dangerous. i hesitate less. i don't hide it as much. i watch for other people who are also nervous and say - it's kinda hard, huh?

i know, logically, i'm not good at asking for help. but i am also not good at noticing when i need help. i've trained myself out of asking completely, but i've also trained myself to never accept my own fears or excuses. i have trained myself to tamp down every anxiety and just-push-through. i don't know what i'm protecting myself from - just that i never think to admit it to anyone.

but every person on earth occasionally needs comfort. every person on earth occasionally needs connection. many of us were taught independence is the same thing as never needing anything.

each of us should have had an adult who heard - i feel nervous and held our hand and asked us how we could be helped to feel safe. no judgement, and no chiding. many of us did not. many of us were punished for the ways that we seemed "weak".

but here is something: i am an adult now. and i get nervous a lot, actually. and if you are an adult and you are feeling a little nervous - come talk to me. we can hold hands and figure out what will help us feel safe in our bodies. and maybe, next time, if we're brave, we can pet the dog that's passing.

[luyo-mi]

🐙❤️

[thegayestdiaz]

so fucking irritated with the narrative of “two men can be close platonic friends without romantic feelings” in regards to buddie because 1) you can be friends and in love 2) men are friends on this show? chim and buck, chim and bobby, bobby and michael 3) point me to this so called plethora of male slowburn friends-to-lovers canon ships that exist in media so i can watch that instead

[scltnsea]

— the ocean was the only thing that brought james a moment of solitude. he watched the roll of of eager-reaching waves as they climbed up the shore, foaming mouths collecting grains of sand and broken shells, fossilized pieces of what once was and never will be again, before they retreated backwards into the vastly unexplored and swallowing whatever they could. over and over again, the waves reached; stretching higher on the bank at some moments, when the ocean was at its most patient, but hardly escaping the oceans edge at others; being dragged back hundreds of feet back from where they were only hours earlier. ocean-dwellers referred to them as tides, but james saw nothing but himself in those waves, trapped in a never-ending abyss, having only moments of stretching right past it's depths before a forceful pull drew him back in. standing now, at the waters edge, watching those very waves lap eagerly at the leather of his boots as the smell of sand and salt invaded his nostrils, hook took a deep breath. the wind greeted his cheeks and whistled in his ears, lids closed and his one palm pressed deep into the worn pockets of his coat as his hook held it closed. he was deaf to the world, only hearing the achingly repetitive push and pull of the water, up and down, out and then back. the lagoons of neverland weren't nearly this peaceful, inhabited by one of the islands most suffocating and diabolical creatures that made the lost boys look like nothing but bait on a hook.

hah !! ... hook.

opening his eyes, he found his head winding to look down the shore; expecting to see a long running stretch of undisturbed sand lacking footprints going as far as it could before the island turned it's course east-ways. alas, a blemish on the gold-dusted terrain caught his attention, dark brows furrowing together as eyes squinted to make out the blip of white that sat just in the distance. a head of hair, long and disheveled... like the being it belonged to had been running. withdrawing his spy glass from his belt, the captain gently extended it and aimed it's face towards the figure, positioning his one eye at the viewing piece and squinting just enough to gaze through it. ah, but of course....

❛ — wendy darling, ❜ he whispered to himself, beneath bated breath.

whom else would seek refuge amongst the shoreline of an ocean who's body mocked the very prison wendy was willing to throw away her freedom for?? and for what... to be right here, without protection, in hook's reach- within DEATH's reach?? though he knew, or suspected, where wendy darling was that dreadful pan were to be not far behind. she was like a trinket, a pathetic little locket he slung around his neck just to showcase to the world what he was; a being incapable of being left forever. she was nothing more than that very locket in which he swung back and forth to entrance the wounded youth of what was now the other place and hypnotize them with the narrative that here, neverland, was the place of eternal childhood, eternal adventure, eternal magic, eternal life. what they didn't know until it was too late was that pan was a selective story teller, leaving out the bits that eventually sent those either upon the jolly-roger or six feet beneath the dirt; that none of it was true.

with his feet moving before his mind instructed, heavy boots made a quick pursuit in the figures direction, taking an upwards path towards the trees that lined the beaches edge in order to approach from behind in hopes the young girl wouldn't spot him and take off. he crept amongst the mouth of the forest, hand at the ready as fingers wound around the hilt of his swore- slowly withdrawing it from its sheath. then, as a parent would to a frightened child, he slowly moved behind her, lowering himself so he was on his knees, sword winding around her figure parallel to her torso before the blade pressed flat against her chest to draw her into him.

❛ — mmmm, beautiful, isn't it ?? ❜ he breathed a deep sigh, wendy's hair fluttering in the breeze and brushing against his cheeks like the feathered wings of wounded doves. he listened attentively to her breath, waiting for realization to dawn upon her and shift it's pattern. he loved when he made the breath of other's shudder in terror, it reminded him he still stood a chance. he could easily bring the sword to her throat and take peter's token, the position of power he was in right now- choosing if she lived or died- it was an intoxicating feeling... though one he was choosing to temporarily push to the wayside.

❛ the ocean... it almost beckons us, no ?? ah... !! but the allure of it all is so... deceitful. we are always at her mercy, regardless of the peace she may temporarily bring us... wouldn't you agree, miss darling ?? ❜

@wndybyrd

[bubbarnes]

“... seb is back”

[glorious-spoon]

idk something i love about the hospital kiss in 7x06 is that tommy isn't actually TRYING to be smooth or charming or sexy at all. he's harried and exhausted and grimy and he rushes through the door already apologizing (and probably having just been roasted within an inch of his life by his crew for being SO whipped that he just had them drop him off without even going back to the station to shower and change)

and THAT'S when buck is like, okay, you're so hot right now that i have to kiss you absolutely stupid in this very public location

I JUST THINK IT'S NEAT

[peachyykira]

Hey, that’s my mutual I wanna fuck. Go get your own. 😤😤😤😤