Y/n : I Wish There's Someone Who Appreciates My Love Language

Y/n : I wish there's someone who appreciates my love language

Soap : what's wrong with it?

Y/n : they say it's too aggressive.

Soap : what?

Y/n : what?

Ghost, who was being hugged to death by y/n : i-i agree

P.s repost and comments are appreciated

Winnie the Pooh: Springtime with Roo (2004) dir. Elliot M. Bour and Saul Andrew Blinkoff

Reblog if you're not homophobic

Every url that reblog’s will be written in a book and shown to my homophobic dad. 

V with a himbo/bimbo darling with huge tits that he somehow convinced them to wear shirts 3 sizes too small. Then he gets sent to the hospital bc the button popped off. Next thing u know he's blind in one eye and would 100% do it again to see the bounce of their tits

Your boyfriend is such a sweetheart~

Buying you new clothes left and right without you ever asking. You gotta do something to repay his sweet gestures someday-

Today, he surprised you with the cutest button up top in your favorite color and everything. Buttoning the shirt from the bottom up, the first few buttons closed with relative ease, but as you got closer to your chest the more difficult rose. Must've got a size too small by accident. Wouldn't want him to think you didn't like it. Sucking in air - you attempt to push that last button through with no luck. Your boyfriend perks up as you slump in defeat, tits spilling from the opening in your shirt.

"Don't worry, babe - I got you covered." V hides his excitement and the nervous quake of his hands behind a broad smile. You suck air through your teeth as he quickly buttons your shirt. He takes the time to place his hand on your ribcage - cupping your chest as you exhale. He gropes and squeezes your ample flesh, burying his grin in the fabric of your shirt as he hugs your waist with his free arm.

"How's it feel?"

"It actually feels pretty-"

Your sentence is cut short by the tear of cloth. V's touches conjoined with the size of your bust and steady proved to be too much strain for the shirt to withstand. As you breath out for a second time, the seams rip - top two buttons pop off. V hisses as second hits his open eye.

"Fuck!" He flies back in his chair, hand covering his right eye as pain shoots through his nerves. He pulls it down, blinking away the temporary blindness when softness cushions his cheek.

"Oh my gosh! Are you okay?" You throw your arms around his neck, pulling his face towards your exposed chest as you examine his eye. The redness of his eye is nothing compared to the flush to his skin.

"Never been better~...."

I have been saving this since last year. Happy Earth Day everyone.