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As a slender woman who's on the taller side and related to several tall skinny men, this is 100 percent accurate.

Based on my own experiences dating tall, skinny men, I’m willing to bet that Tech and Crosshair can and do eat as much as Wrecker. They probably also have fast metabolisms.

The first time Echo saw this, he was extremely worried and thought for sure that at least one of them would get sick, but Hunter was basically like “oh lol this is nothing, wait until you see them at a buffet.”

secretly hoping when aziraphale and crowley reunite in s3 crowley tries to act all cool and like nothing affected him only then to be followed by a jumpcut to him ugly sobbing to Pale Blue Eyes drunk out of his mind on beelz and gabriel’s sofa

I NEED A FULL ANIMATIC OF HALEY FROM STARDEW VALLEY TO THE SONG “Good Luck, Babe!” PLEASE IM BEGGING ON MY KNEES HERE

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE 🥺🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

Seeing the FBI jacket by the grinder made me think thoughts- what if Charlie just gets cold really easily so as. A makeshift comfort as he lost his own jacket in the incinerator, he just went ‘finders keepers!’ Lmao?

Charlie out here looting everything he sees huh.

oop. just realized. they better either dig will up from the ground or make yet another bargain with bavlorna to get even a prick of will blood or else they (especially torbek) are in deep shit-

Y'ALL HEAR ME OUT ON THIS HEADCANON-

Lucifer uses the pet name "Pookie". You cannot change my mind. He heard Lilith say it to him once, and they both started using it for each other. He also calls his ducks pookie sometimes when he's lonely.

Honestly, the characters in LIS act too much like Max is a manic pixie dream girl for me not to think she's autistic.

Like, I think it's an autism canon event for people to view your neurodivergence as "quirkiness," and that happens to Max a LOT in canon.

The amount of times someone goes "Max, you're really weird. But cool," is so many, and from lived autism experience that can very much be how interactions with neurotypical people go. They tend to not realize that the "uniqueness" they think they're recognizing is actually autism, and therefore they label the autistic person as either "weird" or the "manic pixie dream" stereotype.

Max is just written in such a specific way that I have a really hard time seeing her as a non autistic person. She fits my lived experience to a tee, and on my latest replay I fully realized how many boxes she checks.

Blood Moon tonight, i can see it 👌x Fuck what they say & write. Look at it if it’s visible in there. Worth it! You won’t regret! x

the way he moves always leaves me speechless ♡

🤔🤔🤔

I’ve been seeing so many fine ass men and women on my dashboard it’s craaaaazy

From Demon Slayer, to AOT, to MHA, to JJK it’s all over the place and so is my sanity.

So, if you’ll allow me, I’d like to write a few blurbs (?) about a few of the men/women I’ve seen on my dash (it's just three people but I will write more)🤭

A warning, most of this is in my opinion, so there’s that. It’s just what goes on in my teeny tiny brain.

NSFW under the cut, featuring: K. Bakugou, K, Nanami, and M. Ackerman x Fem!reader (all separate)

@chrollohearttags Maybe you’ll enjoy the last two, angel? 🤭

Katsuki Bakugou

He’s big and loud, he takes up so much space, his big, beefy body makes bodybuilders look like dwarves. He’s proud, gains attention anywhere he goes, who wouldn’t want a look at the handsome hero? He takes on the meanest, toughest villains, he models here and there, he’s on tv and billboards. His face is everywhere, everyone knows him. He bears the weight of so many responsibilities upon his big, beefy shoulders…and it takes its toll every so often. Until he met you, then that weight didn’t seem so heavy anymore. Suddenly, he doesn’t have to be Dynamite, he doesn’t have to be the big strong hero who saves people everyday. He can be Katsuki, or Suki, or baby, or honey, or darling. He’s yours, and you take care of him so wonderfully. He’s whatever cheesy nickname you decide to call him, even if he grimaces. You heal his heart, you melt his brain, turn it into mush.

Especially in bed. In the safety of your home, and the privacy it gives you, he’s just just Suki. He’s your good boy, following your every command to the t. You never would’ve guessed this big, dominant man would love to be dominated, but you’re not one to complain, especially with how pretty he looks beneath you. Beautiful red eyes watching your every moment, wrists bound together by a silk rope and tied to the headboard of your bed. His chest heaves with each ragged breath he takes, your fingers stuffed in his mouth, his pretty lips wrapped around your digits. Drool runs from the corners of his mouth, it coats your fingers so beautifully. Broken moans echo through the empty room along with the sound of skin slapping together, tears stream down his pretty face. His tongue swirls around your fingers, soaking them the same way your pussy soaks his dick. Praise falls from your lips, how much of a good boy he is, how well he’s doing, how pretty he is, how much you love him. Each word that falls from your pretty lips sends blood straight to his dick, making it throb inside your warm pussy. His cum suddenly spurts inside you, a drawn out whiny moan escapes his lips before he can stop himself, he whole body spasming as his orgasm hits him like a truck. Ropes of thick, sticky cum fill your pussy, so much that his dick does little to plug you up. It drips from your pussy, coating his pelvis and your inner thighs, yet you don’t stop bouncing. Pulling your fingers from his mouth, you speak in your sweet, sweet voice, “Oh, you did such a good job, baby. Can I have another?”

Kento Nanami

Nanami was a sweetheart, he loved to dote on you, even if you aren’t really together. You both worked with each other, doing whatever necessary, be it on missions or simply business, you always got the job done beautifully. It seemed like you both shared the same mind, always coming to a conclusion nicely. Nanami thought you were beautiful, a radiant little thing who didn’t have a single bad bone in her body. You hardly gave him any problems, even if you did he could never hold that against you. You were too precious for him, too lovely, too much of an angel. And to you, he was a wonderful man, who respected you and your ideas. He always heard you out, gave you amazing feedback, and he always strived to help you become a better version of yourself FOR yourself.

Nanami’s hands slowly glide up your thighs, softly gripping the supple skin, his mouth kissing and licking along your neck, sending your mind spiraling. His dick rubs against that sweet spot inside you and a loud moan echoes in the office room. Nanami deep voice grounds you momentarily, one of his big hands coming up to cover your mouth, “Shh sweetheart, you don’t want anyone hearing you, do you? I know angel, you feel so good. Fuck—you’re such a good girl.” His head comes down to rest on your shoulder, his pace faltering when your gummy walks squeeze his cock, his breath hitching in his throat. “You’re close, sweetheart.” A statement, never a question. “Go on angel, cum on your cock. You can make a mess, baby. Don’t worry, I’ve got you sweet girl. Go on, give it to me.” And you do, you cum all over him when his dick brushes that sweet spot again, your legs trembling around his waist, your eyes rolling back. Your nails dig into his shoulders, your pussy walls fluttering around his cock, squeezing and squeezing him, sucking him in repeatedly. “Good girl. My good girl. You got it, pretty.” His hand that was once covering your mouth, moves down, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing it in slow circles. Soft whimpers of his name fall oh so prettily from your lips, gracing his ears. “K-Kento, ‘s too much!” High pitched moans and squeals fill the office but he makes no move to quiet you down, why would he silence a pretty little thing like you?

Mikasa Ackerman

Mikasa was a quiet girl, she was always kind towards you. Always giving you any notes you missed, saving you seat next to her in class all the time, offering to tutor you whenever you didn't understand a lesson. A sweet girl with round glasses framing her pretty face, always dressing so modestly, she never got in trouble, all the teachers loved the straight A student who never caused problems. Who, rumor had it, was the prettiest virgin any guy had laid their eyes upon. So imagine your surprise when you see the so called virgin at a party one of the frat boys throw, dressed in tight leather pants and a baggy black sweater that barely hits the waistband of said pants. She's got a drink in her hand, her back against the wall, and her eyes are roaming about the cramped room. You spot Eren and Armin nearby and assume they had brought her along since the three were inseparable. Seeing a bottle being set down in the middle of a group, you smile to yourself, raising your head and catching her eye. Since she came to the party you wonder if she'd mind playing a little game with you.

Soft bodies press against each other, softer moans filling the small, dimly lit closet. Mikasa’s round glasses fog up as puffs of air leave both your mouths, lips barely leaving the other’s as your kisses get sloppier. Saliva coats Mikasa’s lips, sticky gloss smudged along her chin as she struggles to keep up with the pace you’ve set. Hums of delight leave your lips, your fingers tangled in her hair, your tits pressed against hers. She’s overwhelmed by you, yet she finds the courage to push against you, tilting her head to the side to grant her better access to your mouth, her tongue slipping past your lips and entering your mouth before you realize it. Her hands come up to grab your tits, squeezing the soft mounds gently, swallowing your sweet moans as she pushes her tongue deeper into your mouth. Your hands slide down from her hair, running down her back to her waist, pulling her impossibly closer to you in the small closet. Mikasa pulls back from the kiss slightly, catching her breath as your hand slide lower to grab at her ass through her pants, your nails digging softly into the supple skin there. As each second passes, Mikasa grows bolder, her hands cupping your tits and squeezing harder before her right hand drops down to your thighs and nudges them apart. Her fingers glide up along your thighs before stopping at your panties, her wide eyes looking into yours for a moment before she presses her thumb to your clit, feeling the damp patch that seems to grow with each swipe she makes. She continues to watch you, taking note of each sigh, moan, and twitch as she continues rubbing your clit through the thin material of your panties. Her lips trail kisses along your jaw then down to your neck, leaving reddish marks scattered about before she flattens her tongue along the column of your throat and slowly licks up, her thumb still swiping along your clit. Her left hand dips into the low neckline of your little dress to play with your tit better, her fingers softly pinching and pulling at your perky nipple. Your mind grows hazy as her lips descend from your neck towards your collarbone, licking and sucking marks there too. The coil in your tummy begins to grow tighter and tighter as Mikasa’s thumb rubs at your sensitive pearl faster, her teeth leaving their mark along the tops of your tits where they threaten to spill out from your low neckline. Mikasa’s fingers dip into your panties, her fingers collecting your slick before she shoves her coated digits into your mouth, much to your surprise. “You look so pretty with your mouth stuffed, princess.” She purrs, her voice dripping with confidence, almost as much as your pussy drips with slick. “Why don’t I take you home and I can properly stuff you, pretty girl? Can I?” And as she shoves her fingers further into ryour mouth, her eyes staring into yours, dark and hazy like your own, an alarm goes off. Seven minutes.

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laughing to myself bc i’m picturing boongi in the haegeum trailer walking up with nervous big dick energy bashing someone’s head in while wearing his grandpa flip flops.

Intrusive thoughts about how the Apollo cabin would totally perform Epic the Musical for camp

au: post-s6, blair and nate have an affair.

garten of banban 7 hitting us with the doomed yaoi?!?!!? /hj

i ship it in a "divorced couple" kinda way.

Honestly this would have been an amazing friendship Boyd would have with Scott had the former lived through the Alpha Pack's assault on Derek's loft and through his murder.

By the time Jennifer would have taken Melissa and Sheriff Stilinski as her hostages Boyd, like Isaac, would have seen Derek's incompetence as an Alpha and that would have made him leave Derek again just like in Season 2 Ep 11, only this time he would have been with Scott.

I can see Boyd being one of those close friends who would have supported Scott thick and thin since becoming a werewolf, Boyd wanted to be like Scott💯💯

I don't really believe in stuff like astrology, 4 temperaments, MBTI, enneagram and so on.

Do I know all of my stuff related to this and my OCs's?

Yes. I do.

of course you have prophetic dreams and pronouns

When you two are making out in bed and your hands starts roaming down her body. Finally you get to her thighs and she automatically spreads her legs and arch her back a bit so you can touch her there. “Hmmm… are you that needy, baby girl?”