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dreemurr-reborn · 2 months
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ndcgalitzine · 8 months
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THE OLD GUARD (2020) - Yusuf al-Kaysani & Nicoló di Genova ~ everyone's favorite van scene ♥
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imnothereokuwu · 3 months
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When you ask your dragon slayer boyfriend things right after he gets off a train:
Thought I should post this reel on Tumblr as well! 💕
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mckittericks · 6 months
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hyperactively-me · 7 months
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Okay But this scenario:
(Y/N) and King! Ghost: *making out behind a bookcase in the royal library*
Soap, walking in the library: Your Majesty?
(Y/N): *shoves Simon off of her* it’s soap!
Simon, still holding onto her hips: Ow :(
(Y/N): *whispering* what’s soap going to think if he finds the king like this with me?
Simon: hmmm…lucky king?
(Y/N): *starts slapping his arm with one hand while she uses the other to readjust her dress.* SIMON!
teehee, this is a good one!! thank you for the idea 🙏
You were supposed to be studying right now, but Simon had other plans in mind. The plans in mind included being pressed up against the side of a bookshelf in the far corner of the royal library. A few books had fallen off the shelf when he walked you backwards until you hit the wooden obstacle, and he took the liberty of basically placing his whole body weight up against you as he pawed at you. 
You had tried to protest at first, saying how inappropriate this was, but as soon as he put his lips on yours, you were a goner.
"Si- Simon, not now," you scold as you grip your book tighter, his fingers caressing your cheeks gently.
You had gotten up to go find another book, searching through the bookshelves methodically. Simon was trailing behind you like a lost puppy, fingers grazing your waist every time you stopped.
"Really, I'm busy," you say, not as firm this time as he starts to squeeze your flesh. You try so hard to ignore it, but you're slowly giving in.
"Are you?"
He grasps your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, pulling your gaze away from the spines of books.
"Y- yes?" you squeak, your focus being pulled solely towards Simon.
Before you know it, he's kissing you, pulling your body flush against his. He had rucked your dress up, palming and squeezing your ass as he swallowed your kisses with his tongue. You groan lightly as you push yourself on him, his large hand grabbing your hips, trying to yank you against his thigh. 
A small moan escapes your throat as he kneads your skin, tongue shoved deep inside your velvety mouth. 
"Your majesty?" a voice calls out. Soap's voice. Oh fuck.
Immediately you start to shove Simon off you, pushing him back with all the strength you could muster up. He tilts his body in an instant, shielding you from view from the direction of the voice, just in case. You try to push him off again, but he refuses to let go, hands still firmly fastened on your hips. 
"What is Soap gonna think if he finds us like this?" you whisper yell, gripping onto his arm.
"Hmm...lucky king?" he responds quietly as he licks his lips, the lilt in his voice borderline cocky. 
Your mouth falls open at his response, and with feigned anger, you slap his bicep to let go of you.
"Simon! Now is not the time for jokes," you reprimand, your face growing warm, swatting his arm like an angered cat. 
"'S not a joke, but okay," he smirks at you, giving your ass a final squeeze before backing off. 
You smooth out your dress and hair as fast as you can, making sure you look presentable enough. Simon, the lucky bastard, looked perfectly normal. Clothes all in place, save for his slightly messy hair. He could write it off so easily as just forgetting to comb his hair, though. Why does he look so fucking perfect all the time, you think to yourself. 
"How do I look?" you whisper, patting your dress down a final time.
"Fuckable."
You just stand there. Horny fucking bastard. If your cheeks weren't warm before, they were on fire now. And his words definitely don't stop you from feeling a certain wetness between your thighs. You clear your throat loudly as you turn to move towards Soap's voice. 
"Goodbye, Simon," you say brushing past him, clutching onto your dress so you can speed walk away to Soap. 
Eh, she'll get used to that, he thinks to himself with a smirk, following behind you.
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lunaisanartist · 10 months
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You know the new trend, it's literally them from the beginning.
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robasarel · 4 months
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min-play · 9 months
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oc trading cards are ready
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enkamanaenka · 7 months
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I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT HIM FOR ALL DAMN DAY, WHY HE'S SO... RAAAGHHKSNDNDJSLSPSOFODOODOSPE
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spookylovesart · 1 year
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Your new Best Friend!
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truejekart · 29 days
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Tifa Lockhart at Costa del Sol ☀️
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nerdpoe · 1 year
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WELL, isn't this a bitch of an unsatisfactory situation.
It's a DC crossover I'm sorry I couldn't resist.
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Danny had never been the best at lying under pressure.
In fact, he tended to be the worst at it.
The only reason he hadn't been found out by his parent's was their obsession with their projects.
So when he got mobbed by the local reporters after souping Skulker for the eighth time that week, he may have felt a bit pressured.
They may have asked an unclear question.
And he just...reacted.
"So Mr. Phantom, what do you do with your free time?" One of them shouted, trying to get an answer before the GIW got there.
The sounds of said government agents was getting louder, he could hear the sirens on the GAV getting closer, and the reporters just looked so....like puppies? He couldn't just leave, that'd be rude!
So he pointed to the Well where blob ghosts tended to hang out, a great place for him and other ghosts to grab a quick snack, and fled.
Completely missing the horrified expressions on everyone behind him.
He may have, possibly, made a bad call.
Literally only two days later, there were teddy bears and flowers and notes of appreciation decorating the Well.
Danny stared down at it all, he could feel the eyes of some of his Phan club hiding in the bushes.
He...he'd just wanted a snack? Some nice little energy bar before going on patrol.
What was he supposed to do with this? Was...was he supposed to toss it in the well? What was the protocol for this? He didn't want to be rude!
Fuming, he sat down in front of the offerings and picked them up one by one, to inspect them.
Danny was unaware that this action alone made a fantastic photo shoot of him staring down at a teddy bear contemplatively, sitting in front of what all of Amity now thought was his final resting place.
The photo also caught a certain mayor in the background, glaring at him.
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Danny had been on patrol, per usual, and had been about to duke it out with Ember until she'd paused, looked down, and asked exactly what the fuck was happening to their snack bar.
Danny, knowing he would probably get decked if it was a distraction but also wanting to know, looked beneath them.
There...was a protest?
The GIW and his parents were attempting to push through a huge crowd of Amity citizens that were surrounding the well.
There were police cars, Vlad looked like he was frothing at the mouth trying to stop said officers from going to the well with some strange looking equipment, and some sad looking man in a trench coat standing next to the well, staring down into it.
"I...don't know? I think there may have been a misunderstanding."
"Oh."
Danny and Ember stared at each other.
Ember lost her patience first.
"Just go! Get down there and correct the misunderstanding!"
"No, I don't want to involved in that mess!"
"So it is your fault!"
"I panicked!"
"Baby Pop if I lose my favorite snack bar-"
No one on the ground paid attention to the spirits arguing above them.
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"Listen to me, that lying little shit-!"
"Mayor Vlad, please step back; this is now an active crime scene."
John ignored the obviously guilty as sin Mayor as he stared down the well. There was....a lot of ambient death in there.
His only real purpose was to ensure that the many, many morons in this town did not anger their local ghostly hero. Angry ghosts straight from the realms were no joke.
There was also a clear violation being done as well, if those idiots dressed in white suits meant anything.
The 'Anti-Ecto Acts' they kept quoting did not exist. He would know. He was The John Constantine, stupid laws like that were something he regularly stayed on top of. Those laws, while proposed, had never actually passed.
He'd made sure of that.
It had been relatively easy to have Deadman overshadow the right politician and point out how they were clearly just a front to remove meta rights, and the Law never made it past it's first draft.
He'd already taken a picture of the men and sent it to the Dark Knight himself; let the worlds greatest detective take a crack at who was pretending to be a part of the government and figure out the why. John had enough shit to do.
"Oh, kid," he sighed, finally stepping away from the well as the cops got closer, "what a right mess you got yourself into."
A strange machine was lowered into the well; one of those things that could see below the surface, John supposed. A regular camera was attached to it as well, just in case it wasn't needed.
It didn't even take fifteen minutes.
The cop operating the larger machine called over a higher up. They stared at the screen.
Then they started corralling the populace away from the well, setting up crime tape.
John stayed a respectful distance away, but still stayed close enough to read lips.
Multiple corpses.
Adults and children.
Some animals as well.
Serial killer.
With so much death, no wonder there was so much activity in this town. No wonder Phantom was obsessed with saving people.
Most people.
There was at least one he Did Not Get Along With.
The occultist let his eyes slide over to the mayor, who was trying to stutter out excuses.
It looked like someone had been busy.
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bonncy · 1 month
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Are you in pain like I am?
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keeryscharm · 23 days
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joe keery as baron, marmalade (2024)
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endlesspaint · 10 days
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"BECAUSE SINGING KILLED MY GRANDMA OKAY!"
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