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just two pussies in a cat fight

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Worm comics worm comics!!!! Comics about miraculous ladybug but they’re worm themed

(What you have to know at this point is that @carpisuns drew them as worms and it was very cute and funny and you should go beg her to post them)

The party hats and the wormfel tower are from some things @anna-scribbles drew and if you want to see those drawings the only thing to do is go beg her. Sorry that’s the rules

WORM COMICS

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a cage of gentle hands is still a cage

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today i’m thinking about how endearing it is when a man has such an obvious breeding kink but he still tries to fight it for some reason.

like when he’s ceaselessly fucking you, his shoulders tense and back hunched as he keeps slamming his hips into your own without stop for literal ages. you’re clearly overstimulated, perhaps you’ve even clenched around him multiple times and came once or twice, and it makes you sensitive between your legs; makes your entire body sticky and overheated with sweat and arousal.

the entire thing has turned borderline exhausting after so much time of constant fucking has passed. so you stare into his eyes as you beg him to fill you up, as you beg him to finish this already because your legs are nearly shaking as you cling onto him for dear life with the help of your ankles that you keep crossed on the small of his back, just a little above his waist.

he grumbles something about trying as an answer, and fuck, everything is just. so. tender. your pussy feels like it’s being murdered after the amount of stimulation he makes you endure. you start begging him again, the same thing over and over again, and his pupils become huge at the eye contact, at the little pleas that you keep babbling out, at the way you writhe and wiggle underneath him, trying to help him out.

but no matter what, he just can’t cum.

so your hands work on instinct as they reach for the place where you connect. you wrap your fingers around the base of his cock and tug the condom off as soon as he slips out of your abused hole.

“try it now,” you whimper out frantically, easing him back as soon as the protection is tossed to the side. “try to fill me up now.”

“but it’s risky, you know i can’t without the—” he starts, however his voice suddenly fades into uneven panting when you push once more, causing his tip to slip right back inside you.

and the moment he’s back inside, this time completely raw, he starts to pound. pound for real. and surprise, surprise, it only takes him thirty seconds, perhaps a minute tops for his thrusts to turn jerky and for that warm, familiar feeling to overtake him — the same feeling that he’s been chasing for the last twenty minutes or so.

he pulls out the very last second before he becomes undone, letting ropes of milky white drip over your stomach and chest.

so much for not being able to cum.

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she's a normal girl with a normal amount of proficiency at cutting her own bangs, which means sometimes she'll have to wear a hat for a little while

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Rabbit Noir appreciation post !! 🖤 ( why does nobody talk about him ??)

#IKR HES SO CUTE #AND HE WAS SO HAPPY SHE GAVE HIM THE BUNNY MIRACULOUS #it was so cute 😭😭

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Hey, are you aware of the fact that many people in Gaza have resorted to cutting pieces of their tents for scraps for pads? Which as you can imagine isn't the safest option but their only option in most cases. This also applies to those going through postpartum bleeding from giving birth. If you want to or can help:

The Pious Projects - they distribute feminine hygiene kits for people in Gaza! I suggest checking it out yourself but there's various amounts you can give from $5-$1,000 to help make and distribute these kits! They cost around $25 for each kit, but every bit helps. Make sure to share the link even if you can't currently help donate today!

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chapter 12 of @buggachat’s open my eyes has (to no one’s surprise) been wrecking me👍 read it!!

#i’m wrecked #season 6 will never live up to this #peak plot peak worrying peak characters

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iida iida iida iida IIDA IIDA IIDA PLEASE IIDA

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tbh I love it when félix dresses as adrien bc it's all very convincing until he moves his eyebrows

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#speaking my truth as a boy AND girl kisser

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✦ content: girl dad!eren jaeger x fem!reader, domestic fluff

“What are you doing?” 

The words left you on a disbelieving laugh. You leaned against the doorway to your family room, eyes cast down to where your husband and three-month-old daughter lay. 

Up until more recent milestones, Eren was the one invested in the baby’s toys and trinkets, not her. They wouldn’t have gotten much use if not for his insistence on testing everything out, or so he said. You’d call it his boyish sense of curiosity, something he never quite outgrew. 

So, really, it should have come as no surprise when you found him adjoined your daughter on the floor, with her sprawled and sharing a corner of her play mat for her father to rest his head. Above them, a colorful arch decorated with various sensory toys—tiny rattles and shakers, crinkly plushes.

“Trying to figure out what’s so interesting about this thing,” Eren said, flicking one of the spinners. 

Your daughter’s little eyes widened until you could make out the green of them, even from where you stood. Eren turned to her with delight, waiting for her reaction when he spun the ring a second time. A smile squished her cheeks and a giggle slipped past—the tiniest sound you could imagine but somehow more than enough to make your heart want to burst from your chest. 

“See?” He lifted his head to get a better look at her and softly poked the tip of her nose. “What’s so funny?”

She smiled again, bigger this time, putting a cute scrunch in her nose. 

“The box said it’s for zero to twelve months. I think you might be a smidge too old to get it,” you teased. 

She was at that age now, rounding the corner where merely observing the world around her blossomed into reacting to it as well. You’d only known her smile for weeks, such a small fraction of your life, and already you were enamored with it, more than anything else. She was still discovering her own—sometimes crooked, sometimes not—while you strived to discover their causes. Which, more often than not, was Eren. Annoyingly so at times, but only because he absolutely ate it up. 

His eyes were still fixed on your daughter, as were yours. She stuck a plump hand out to paw toward Eren’s face or hair, you couldn’t tell, but fell short—she was still tackling coordination. He hooked her hand with his finger and kissed her tiny knuckles.

You were reminded of the impermanence of the moment. It was a warm feeling, honey-colored like the ephemeral ray of afternoon sun told you sunset was near—that night was inevitable the same way tomorrow was inevitable, then the day after that. Soon enough, she would be able to grab his hair or pinch your face without falling short. It would hurt, but you would laugh anyway, and you would think back to this day.

So you joined them. You walked over and dropped to the floor. You inched your way beneath the arch, right beside your daughter, and flipped a gear until it spun, just to see what all the fuss was about.

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i keep seeing videos of people making recipes from one piece and every time I'm like "if I didn't know any better I would think this is just a good anime" bc the food looks so good

well it is just a good anime but I'm assuming you meant food anime. one of the main characters is a chef. his main ambition in life is to find the mythical All Blue ocean that has fish/ingredients from all four of the world's oceans so he can make the ultimate meal. although he's a part of the main fighting trio he only kicks because his hands are reserved for cooking only. he's also a pervert with childhood trauma whose father figure cannibalized his own leg to save his life. don't worry about it. there's an officially licensed cookbook that has all the meals he makes :)

#saving for later #IM SO HYPED FOR THIS

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nefarious anglerfish

#ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod #“didn’t your dad ever take you? #SHUT THE FRONT DOOR #miraclous ladybug

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'LOVE YOU, I REALLY DO' GOJO SATORU

summary. five times you and gojo kiss and the one time it finally means something.ೃ࿐

cw/ tw. fem!reader, mild angst, mostly fluff, non-sorcerer au, kind of a 5+1 fic (i say kind of because you kiss more than five times), friends to lovers 

an. I'm working really hard on my nanami fic but needed a break because I haven't been feeling well the last few days, I also kinda like the layout of that fic's masterlist, so I'm experimenting here. reblogs are appreciated!

The first time you and Gojo kiss, it's as friends in your parent's basement, the TV almost muted to a murmur in the background—just to see what it's like; it doesn't have to mean anything—pretends he's not affected, even though you catch him staring at your mouth afterward.

It happens again at a New Year's party, almost coincidental that you both end up standing next to each other as the clock strikes midnight. How he freezes like a stone for a breath of a moment, as if he’s scared of an innocent New Year’s kiss, before leaning down to meet you halfway. This kiss feels more practiced than the one you shared on that worn couch in a dimly lit basement—fewer noses bumping into each other and more of a soft caress accompanied by the taste of peppermint—but it also ends too soon when his friends come and pull him away.

He's a few years older. His five o'clock shadow more prominent on the mornings he forgets to shave; no longer that gangly boy with soda-stained sweaters or a smile that was always on the side of too silly—but now more arrogant. It's a kiss on the cheek because there's a willowy brunette on his arm, and it takes everything to smile and nod when he introduces you to her. There’s a tremble in your chest when they walk away afterward that you try to blame on the cold.

You're starting to notice a pattern after the third time, that it's always the wrong place at the wrong time—in your tiny kitchen after a messy break-up, in the back of a bar after one too many drinks, in the middle of an airport as you're about to board a plane for an internship overseas (because four months can feel like an eternity).

You expect it to be this way forever, a game of chicken between two people who are too afraid to admit what's right in front of them. And then, one day, while you're walking home, still feeling lonely in a big city that’s new and daunting, you stop in the middle of all the sidewalk traffic—uncaring of the few people who bump into you—to the sight of Gojo leaning against the stairs of your apartment building with some flowers in his hand, looking so out-of-place and comfortable at the same time.

"How…?"

The corners of his mouth curl up into a smile. “I took a plane.”

You shake your head. “No, I meant, why?”

He shrugs those broad shoulders of his. "I missed you," he says like it’s that easy, and maybe, after all this time, it has been that easy—a few words to end a game that spanned years.

For some reason, your bottom lip starts trembling before you can stop it. “You flew all this way because you…missed me?”

“Is that so hard to believe?”

You want to say yes because you’ve never allowed yourself to hope, even though it’s something you’ve wanted for years, to be loved by him. And no, because you’ve noticed how he looks at you when he thinks you’re not paying attention, how he answers on the first ring when he knows something isn’t right.

But you don’t say either.

It takes only a few steps forward to push up on your toes to kiss him—when did he get so tall?—and for Gojo to scoop you up off the sidewalk with a groan. It’s the kind of kiss that makes you breathless and a little dizzy, until his heartbeat is yours, until you barely exist outside this little bubble of lips and skin on a crowded street in a busy city, the ones you see in all the romance movies that make you feel soft inside.

A kiss between lovers—because you think that’s what you’ve always been—two lovers stuck in the crossroads.

"All that for some flowers?" he murmurs into your mouth, palms open against the small of your back, probably squishing the flowers, but you find that you don't really care, not when he says your name like it’s something sacred after you steal another kiss.

"It's more than that," you whisper. "It's always been more."

You don't know if you'll ever get used to how he kisses you under the ear while you make coffee in the morning, accompanied by a sleep-addled I love you, the soft inner part of your thigh the first time he takes you apart, on the curve of your shoulder while you get ready for bed, the gentle swell of your stomach after he feels the thump of a little foot, your head after your daughter takes her first breath and lets out a healthy wail—

Years of wasting so much time skirting around each other, at becoming masters at lying and breaking your own hearts, of saying one thing but meaning another, it's a nice problem to have, you think.

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psa i’m so flabbiging high right neow so if i am reblogfing your stuff in mass or harassing you I AM SI SORRY

#never letting another edible into my mouth #you guys #guys #no #never again #sticking to the pipe #and maybe a stizz idk we will see what the plug has in store for me