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HONESTLY I JUST LOVE IT WHEN HE RAMBLES

LIKE SERIOUSLY. I WANT HIM SOO BAD YOU DONT UNDERSTAND-

LIKE LOOK AT HIM

DONT TELL ME YOU WOULDNT JUST MELT IF HE LOOKED AT YOU LIKE THIS

and yes it is hot, I want himmmm

Izuku keeps cumming prematurely. It's to be expected, really, he was a virgin when you met and he gets worked up easily. You've never held it against him- in fact you find it pretty hot. He always keeps going, though it can be hard for him. Too intense. And embarrassing in his eyes. He's a firm believer in making your partner cum first. So you had to come up with something to help him hold off for a few minutes, for his sake.

That's how you end up on his lap, telling him to talk you through his last homework assignment or his favorite anime. He rambles through equations or plot points in extreme detail while you ride him, asking him questions to keep his focus off of your pussy and on whatever topic he chose. It works pretty well- he doesn't cum within the first fifteen minutes if fucking you, and you think it's hot when he rambles. It's a trait about him that initially attracted you to him in the first place. You love your nerdy little boyfriend and his rambling <3

Oh! Catfish is known to be very high in lean protein and healthy fats, while still maintaining a low calorie level.

Although she does mention in her dialogue she doesn’t like health food, I’m not sure if catfish is considered a health food or not, someone will have to fact check me on that.

Even so, maybe by health food, she means what her sister makes. I haven’t befriended Emily yet personally, but Haley certainly gets a little grossed out by her food, at least at first.

So, I think it would be reasonable to assume that catfish is simply more familiar than her sister’s food, therefore softer in her mind, and she just wants to get ahold of some w/ our her sister noticing.

WHAT DOES THIS MEAN

Propping herself against the table behind her for leverage, Alice relaxed her frame against the edge of the tabletop and peered up at the other as he shifted his stance. She couldn't help but peer at him curiously, pondering their interaction. A small hum slipped past cracked lips as the male spoke, tuning out her surroundings as she listened to his voice.

❝ Hector... ❞ She repeated quietly, almost as if to reassure herself of his words. Hector, the long since frequent regular of hers. Familiarity began to creep upon her, earning another small hum. Though memory was long faded and muddled - Mind irreparably damaged - Alice did remember him.

A small smile crept its way upon thin, pale face, a faint nod following as Hector continued to speak. Brows knit tightly together as his words trailed off, already knowing the implications of what his silence spoke of on his behalf. Her gaze lowered, finding solace in the sight of her own shoes - Her own silence spoke volumes, almost seeming louder than the background voices of the nearby congregation.

❝ Ah-- ❞ Alice gave a halfhearted laugh, keeping her eyes cast down as she nodded at the other's words. ❝ Yeah... Funny how things happen, right? ❞

Thin fingers found themselves lost in the sleeves of her cardigan, gently tugging at the fabric absentmindedly, in an attempt to find comfort and self-soothe - A longtime habit that surely will never be dropped.

❝ I'm glad to see you're doing well. ❞ Alice's voice came hushed, though soft tone expressed genuine meaning. Crystalline eyes lifted and met Hector's gaze once more, a miniscule smile cracking upon the girl's features once more. ❝ I'm glad you could've came today. ❞

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The Pastor's Wife

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With warm and quiet greetings, small groups of people melted their way in through the doors of the large, white church, finding their seats among the many a pew that filled the nave. Welcoming faces and well dressed figures, both young and old, filled the room in preparation for this Sunday's sermon. The scent of olden books could be noted from the many bibles that lay in the laps of the congregation.

The day was warm, the sun kindly inviting itself through the windows and doorways of the church, kissing the surfaces of everything nearby.

A Holy Day.

As the flock settled and nestled in their places, all eyes turned their attention to the well dressed man that found his way through the center aisle betwixt rows of pews. He carried himself to the chancel and approached the pulpit, turning to face the congregation with a warm smile and a soft gaze.

❝ Good morning, everyone. ❞ The man spoke, orotund voice carrying heavy across the quiet church. ❝ It's wonderful to see you all today, I'm so glad you all could join us. ❞

Cobalt eyes scanned the crowd, gaze brightening as he landed upon an unfamiliar pair of faces. Pristine smile broadened, hand motioning toward the back of the church, toward a pair of young men.

❝ It seems we have some newcomers! ❞ The man beamed, eyes twinkling with a strange excitement, although true and warm. The congregation turned their attention toward the gentlemen, some murmuring greetings and kind welcomes. ❝ Wonderful to have you, gentlemen. I'm Father Charles. ❞

Charles gave a nod in their direction as to greet the two. ❝ I do hope you intend on staying with us. It's always a pleasure to have people join our flock. ❞ With that, the pastor cleared his throat and turned his attention to the Bible resting on the altar before him. Before he could speak to begin his sermon, a small figure entered the room from a back area, scurrying off toward a row of pews. Before the frail-looking girl could get too far, the pastor extended a hand and grasped at her arm, pulling her back to hold her in place.

❝ You're late. ❞ Charles spoke simply, his tone suddenly stern. He looked at the blonde before him, her head hung - Almost in a sense of shame. Nervously, she flatted the front of her dress, tugging at the sleeves of her cardigan as she kept her gaze cast down to the floor.

❝ I-I'm sorry, Father. ❞ The blonde muttered submissively. ❝ It won't happen again... ❞

❝ I know. ❞ The pastor said flatly, clearly dissatisfied with the young woman's tardiness. He sighed heavily, leaning forward to press a firm kiss to the blonde's forehead before releasing her arm and motioning her to sit in the pews with the rest of the congregation. Hurriedly, she joined the others, placing a Bible in her lap obediently.

❝ Forgive me for the slight delay, ❞ Charles started, turning his attention to his flock. ❝ Now, let us begin-- ❞

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@z-day

need a pencil box just for crayons I can't have four boxes of crayons rattling willy-nilly around my backpack just because my crayon hyperfixation resurfaced

i was like half indoctrinated into tumblr culture before i even knew what tumblr was because my entire pinterest feed since 6th grade has been tumblr screenshots lmao like idk how long ago most of the lore was but i know about the man door hand hook car door whatever shit and the spn fandom having gifs for everything and i know about that time everyone became smooth for some reason lol

What do you like about pastelroseghost's coloring, I'm like curious

uwu the warm color pallettes and the way they blend in the colors makes it seem very soft and pleasing, like the colors actually go together y'know, I also think it's very neat because it's all traditional coloring and I myself have never been quite good with markers or watercolors

I'm so confused if Kremy x Gideon is canon or if it's just collective hallucination or if it's like "yeah it's not CANON canon but still---"

Going crazy over the parallels between Sherlock and Moriarty from this week’s s&c episode rn.

Literally one of the main ways Moriarty is described in the book is through his criminal web, with him as the spider (an image that’s stuck with me and is prominent in many adaptations)

And the fact that they used a pretty similar metaphor for Sherlock??? And it’s used heavily throughout the whole episode?!? SO GOOD AAA

Makes me super excited when they get to The Final Problem and will presumably use Moriarty’s spider motif to then connect it with this one. They’re both spiders in a way— they wait at the center and study how to take down their prey. But they’re also opposite at the same time. Sherlock’s web is for determining suspects and deducing the criminal, and Moriarty’s is for organizing and maintaining his criminal schemes and people.

I just think it’s neat how they’re adding a whole another level to their similarities!!