#flittery

[angelheartcottage]

Strangest flower ever. But strangely beautiful in its fluttery, flitter, flirty way. Texas Mountain Laurel. This tree lived next door to my son in Nevada until it inexplicably met a fateful end. I saved one of the flowers & it sits in a cream pitcher in my kitchen window. It isn’t fluttery like the photo. It kinda flattened out. I have the only evidence that the tree lived & flourished. It’s just a little sad. No…it’s a lot sad. Poor little thing. #thechroniclesoffarnia #thingssoamazeme #magic #wonder #wonders #strange #odd #strangelybeautiful #flittery #fluttery #flirty #bellflowers #amazing #socool #ilovethis https://www.instagram.com/p/ClAqHHIrig4/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#thechroniclesoffarnia #thingssoamazeme #magic #wonder #wonders #strange #odd #strangelybeautiful #flittery #fluttery #flirty #bellflowers #amazing #socool #ilovethis

[newtsnaturethings]

I think we as a society don’t talk enough about how awesome bats are.

They’re just…little guys…🥰🥰🥰…that perform tons of ecosystem services and somehow evolved powered flight??? Somehow?????

#newts thoughts #bats #I will defend bats to my final breath #they are cute and flittery and deserve more love

[squishyimps]

Lee!Adam hcs

-his “OHFUCKIMDYING-“ spots are under his arms, his belly, and his ribs (see what I did there)

-his wings and his ears are also big tkl spots but they’re less effective to him

-he gets distracted SUUUUPER easily so he’s just a blatant target for tkl attacks

-his main lers are Lute and most likely Luci and Alastor cuz of the few scenes where his stomach was in tkling range

-his laugh. HIS FUCKING LAUGH OHMYGOJHHJVGHCGJFXHGXFJXFGFGMCHGNCGCHNHEHEHEHHEH

LISTEN TO THIS SHIT

HE SOUNDS SO BUBBLY YET SO SCRUFFY??? EEHEHEHEHEHEHHEEGVEGDVEGVGDEVDVE(

anyway

-he cusses out whoever is tkling him

-he uses his wings to hide himself by like, curling up into a ball and covering himself with his wings

-he snorts. No questions asked.

-he sounds something like; “AHAGAHAAHAHAHAHAHA -snort- FUCKING STOHOP YOU PIECE OF SHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT!!”

-he won’t directly beg for mercy until it gets too much for him to handle

-his wings get all puffed out and flittery when he laughs too much

-he WILL kick if he’s not restrained or pinned down

-raspberries kill him worse then Niffty did

-at first he’ll start covering his mouth but the ler(s) still see his wobbly smile

-he absolutely loses it when the ler and/or lers have long nails

-if he’s drinking something and someone tkls his ribs from behind, he’ll spit out his drink and turn into a cackling mess

-he thanks the Lord above that his mask hides his blushy face

-but when the mask is off, he’s doing EVERYTHING he can to hide his face

-he LOVES aftercare like hugging n stuffs

-he has mixed feelings about teases, he doesn’t exactly HATE them, they just fluster him WAAAAAAAAAAAY too much

#lee!adam #hazbin hotel tickle #hazbin hotel tickle headcanons

[sweaterkittensahoy]

Never having seen the 2005 Pride and Prejudice, we watched it tonight.

It appears in all my ravings of the book and the 1995 mini over the year, the following plot points missed Sean:

Who Wickham is.

That Darcy sabotaged Jane and Bingley.

That Darcy unfucks himself.

Y'all, he cried during the second proposal scene. He does not cry like I cry at movies. This is an achievement.

Many other achievements:

Having Collins having a sweet face and terrible haircut and just being LIKE that.

Collins coming up to Darcy from behind and being SO MUCH SMALLER.

Collins wanting to sit next to his wife. In his weird way, he's a dutiful husband.

CHARLOTTE I LOVE YOU.

That's it. They did right by my girl.

YOU TOO MARY.

I did not know that Donald Sutherland was Mr. Bennett, and my god, he's perfect. A layered performance with kindness, compassion, sarcasm, and a little bit of asshole. Who clearly has affection for his wife. Which I argue the lack of is a weakness in the 1995 mini.

And, Mrs. Bennett in this is much more layered in her approach to everything. Still a bit crass in all the ways and shown to be very unlike her husband in many ways, but not as...flittery as the 1995 version, if that makes sense.

Look, I love the 1995 mini, but the way the Bennetts were portrayed as Mr. Bennett hating his wife and Mrs. Bennett being constantly dizzy with the womanly concerns doesn't match the tone of the book at all, imho.

Bingley is a golden retriever, as it should be.

I love they were like, "We need the most ethereally beautiful person in the world to be Jane. Someone even more strikingly beautiful than Kiera Knightly." I assume Rosamund Pike just appeared from the heavens on gossamer wings.

The dancing scenes were beautiful.

I have many, many more thoughts, but that's good for now. It is an absolutely beautiful adaptation of an absolutely immortal story, and I love it so much.

WAIT ONE MORE: Lizzie's ruffle on the collar calling back to Darcy's neckcloths when they were having moments of connection; ESPECIALLY IN THE LETTER SCENE when Lizzie finds that Lydia has run away. They're both in black. She's got the white collar ruffle. No doubt Lizzie is certain that if she'd accepted Mr. Collins, Lydia would not have been allowed to go to Brighton because she would have secured the house for her sisters through her marriage. And Darcy, fearing another young girl being tricked by Wickham, feeling a duty to fix things because he could have stopped this by just being like, "THIS DUDE'S A CREEP."

Anyway, done now. (YES THE HAND FLEX I KNOW)

#pride and prejudice #pride and prejudice 2005 #fuck this was excellent

[switchypanic]

The Rosie and Alastor art you reblogged is so fucking cute and now I'm just thinking about Rosie as a lee

○She's definitely on the lesser side of ticklish, but she has a couple spots that make her giggle and one death spot

○Under her arms and her sides can get these flittery little giggles out of her when she's caught off guard.

○Her worst spot is her knees. Especially the backs of her kness.

○When Alastor gets the rare upper hand, he'll pin her legs down and scribble his claws behind her knees while she shrieks how she's going to get him back the second she recovers.

○If you tickle her long enough, she'll snort, and it embarrasses her terribly.

○If you comment on how cute she sounds, she'll try to curl into herself. Alastor lovingly refers to her as 'pill bug' when she does.

These are so precious! Thank you for sharing! 😭🤍

#answered

[interpolanticssuperfan]

nothing natural | ken x fem!reader | part 4 | 18+ only

hey everyone!!!! thanks so much for your patience in my getting out this next chapter, ive been incredibly busy with life stuff and finishing a different fic of mine on ao3. (if you're a fight club fan, i'm @snottys on there. LOL) thank you for the kind words and the messages, they mean SO much to me. i hope this chapter is alright, and i can promise some mounting sexual tension in the next one; im just hoping to build up successfully to it so it feels organic and fun. i love you all and thanks for reading <3

tags: @heyareyoulistening @itsametaphorbriansblog @alyeria

The tight snap of the glass sliding door jilted you, and you should’ve guessed that Ken wouldn’t leave you alone, even if it meant deliberately ignoring your request for some space. With a heaving sigh, you studied your hands, the lines of your knuckles to try and see if your skin could explain what was wrong with you. What could possibly be wrong with you. 

Inward thoughts tapering off, you couldn’t ignore the way Ken’s presence was making you feel, searing butterflies in your stomach, which made your shame even more complex and frustrating. To be pinned by his gaze, it made you feel important, uninhibited. Flittery and excited like a child. It was invigorating.

It was nothing but a bad idea. A dead end. Done and dusted before you should have ever let it begin. 

A breeze rolled through your hair, welcoming and cooling. Ken’s atomic aura lingered behind you. He didn’t bound right up, didn’t affix himself to your side emphatically like he’d been doing all day. 

With a puff and a flick, you heaved yourself away from the curled metal railing, not meeting Ken’s eye. 

You hid your waning cigarette like you were about to get in trouble for it, as if you were back in school, ducking administrators under the bleachers, wrapped in thick lined coats with your friends. How simple things had been back then.

The mention of school brought back countless unsavory memories and left a bad taste in your mouth, flashes of arguments and self-doubt, so you ignored it in favor of waiting for Ken to speak. 

Back then, you weren’t afraid to approach any boy you wanted. It didn’t matter if he was the head of the football team or a shrinking, shy kid in the back of the study hall. Where this fearless bravado originated from, you couldn’t necessarily identify. All you knew was that it had eluded you into adulthood.

You reveled at how much you’ve changed since graduation.

“Willa’s in her green bed-thing,” Ken murmured a decent ways behind you, and you felt instant appreciation for him. After being such a freak and making a fool of yourself, he only kept choosing to help you, looking out for your belongings, the things you cared about. He had no reason to do them for you, but at this point, you didn’t want to question him.

“Thank you, Ken. You didn't have to do that.” You replied softly, picking at a fingernail absentmindedly.

“She got pretty antsy when you left. Ran in circles. Don't worry, (Y/N); once she gets to know me a little better, she’ll trust me in no time. What does she eat?” 

Ken finally appeared at your elbow, voice still gentle, taking in the hanging potted plants, the other identical slim patios of your neighbors that lined the lower units. He seemed nervous to get too close, so he laid his hands down on the railing, blinking rapidly when the sun peeked out from the clouds and shone directly on him like he wasn't used to its intensity. 

If you weren’t walking on eggshells, unable to trust yourself to talk with him normally, you might’ve tipped a warm, toothy smile up at him, allowed yourself to just… enjoy his presence. Express thankfulness for the change to your humdrum everyday life. 

“Lettuce. Different kinds of vegetables. Um… these special pellets I have to order online that take weeks to get here.” And that cost double what they should… the things you do for Willa. If only you could tell her ‘you're welcome.’

“Can you show me how you feed her? When we go back inside?” So hopeful. So unaware. Ken’s request sent shockwaves of emotion through your body. Your heart couldn’t help but do cartwheels over his sweet comments, the uncomplicated way he interacted with you.

“I don't know what to do.”

Ken paused, cocked his head as he furrowed his brow at you. He'd buttoned his jacket back up and taken his boots off. Just standing out here in the real world like he wasn't worried about what would happen to him.

A vein worked in Ken’s throat when he swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing, gilding the beautiful slope of his neck, and you had to tear your eyes away from him, the sweat on your chest collecting rapidly. Too tight, too sweet, too painful to look at.  

Of course he buttoned his jacket up, you scolded yourself. What else was he supposed to do after you humiliated him like that, reduced him to nothing but his looks? If he’d done the same to you, you’d have probably kicked him out.

(Or not.)

“Sure you do. You feed her every day, don't you? Actually, you should let me do it, that way we can build a rapport and –”

Exhaling through your nostrils, you took another long drag from your cigarette, and shook your head, still unable to meet Ken’s pleading eyes as the smoke tendril crept upwards and billowed away. 

It didn't bring you enjoyment to cut him off before he could lose himself on a tangent, but the day’s events had left you no choice; and you had to own up to your behavior, your unwarranted comments that Ken didn't even register as irresponsible.

“That's not what I meant. I know how to feed Willa. This has been a very, very long and… strange day. And it's only three in the afternoon.”

“I wasn't keeping track of the time.” Ken offered kindly.

“I wasn't expecting you to.”

“That smells bad,” Ken upturned his nose at the cigarette as the cloud dissipated over his face, shifting his body away from the direction the smoke carried. “I saw people with those in Venice Beach, but they walked so fast that I didn't get a proper whiff, you know? I'm telling you, everyone in Venice Beach acts like they're late for something.”

“That sounds more like New York to me.” A sneer formed on your face, which Ken noticed immediately. 

“They have those smoke sticks in New York, too?” He questioned innocently, side stepping every wave of tobacco residue that fanned out into the air, engaged in a bizarre dance of bob and weave. 

“They have these everywhere.” You counter, lifting your eyebrows curiously.

Ken scowls. “Yuck. What are they for?”

You mulled over an explanation in your mind, a little grateful to be addressing anything besides your brazenly lustful comment that Ken seemed to have entirely forgotten about. That Ken had glossed right over, not even batting a significant (irresistible) eyelash at. 

“When you breathe them in, it makes your head feel light for a few seconds. It's a pleasant feeling. But over time, they hurt your body and… essentially poison you.” Is this how you'd explain smoking to a child? It would have to do; you were no teacher, no professional, regardless of how hungrily Ken searched your eyes for answers and succinct explanations on everything. 

This information horrifies Ken, who makes to grab the burning cigarette right out of your hand. Pinching it between his fingers like hazardous waste, he flings it as far as he possibly can off the balcony with a grunt of exertion, and you both watch it spin gymnastically before landing a very long distance on a far sidewalk, ashes snowing and dying on the ground. 

It's impossible to delay meeting his gaze after that, so you look right up into his eyes, and Ken thaws under your attention, pupils still raging and wild and heavenly cerulean blue. 

Good arm, you think to yourself moments before breaking into a grin. 

“Sorry (Y/N), but that was for your own good. I can't possibly let you do something that's going to poison you. Not on my watch.” Smug, and a little bewildered, the smile that Ken gives you is flustered and determined.

“You're not even wearing a watch.”

“You don't know that.” Ken lulls, peeking at the sky, trying fastidiously to appear unbothered.

“I'm quite literally looking at both of your wrists.”

“Oh, (Y/N). You bemuse me. You see, a prepared man doesn't need to rely on worldly inventions such as watches. And numbers. He only needs his intuitions. Of which I have so many.” Ken taps intermittently at his temples, still avoiding your direct gaze. Calm and collected. Or, his best imitation of someone relaxed. And educated.

Had anyone else done this, especially on a frustrating and confusing day like today, you’d have probably kneed them in the groin. Maybe hurl a few expletives. Because where would you get off snatching a smoke straight out of someone’s hand? That you'd spent your own money on?

But all you could manage to do was laugh, fold over forwards a little bit with it, and the sound of it eased Ken’s nerves, eventually joining in with you to test the temperature of the conversation. 

“So… are you done being mad at me now?” He scrubbed at the back of his neck.

“I was never mad at you, Ken. I just needed some air, I needed to… clear my head. I really meant it when I said you didn’t do anything wrong.” He leaned over the railing a bit, tapping his foot against the welcome mat you’d placed outside.

“What I said wasn’t – well, it wasn’t nice, and I realized that I haven’t been handling this situation appropriately. That’s what made me feel upset. I was mad at myself.” Confessing this had you feeling twenty pounds lighter. 

“But it made me feel nice,” Ken affirmed, and you had to soldier yourself mentally not to grab him by the shoulders and kiss him or something equally as unwise. “I liked it. Is that so bad?”

In your peripheral you could make out the lines of his flawless blonde hair falling into his eyes as he watched the grass below, the bright orange “For Rent” sign, the pomeranian sunbathing on the second floor end unit. He seemed to be taken with every new sight that he laid his eyes on. So eager to learn, eager to please you, to help release your nerves. 

You considered that you didn't deserve even an ounce of it. His newness. His charisma, the spark in his eyes when you smiled at him. Any of it, there was no reason it should be directed towards you. 

Sobered, you attempted with great willpower not to let this falter your resolve. The best way to handle this was with honesty, and you knew that lying to Ken would only further complicate your already complicated friendship that had been forged only a handful of hours earlier. 

“To be fair, it usually feels nice to be complimented.”

“And that’s something friends do for each other – they say nice things about the people they like. So I think you should stop being so mad.” Ken sustained, lightly biting at his plush bottom lip, swelling under the tension, the exactitude of his discomfort manifesting. 

“Listen. Ken,” you dug your nails into the back of your hand, at the susceptible skin there, leaving imprints as you tried to assert yourself. If Ken noticed the tremble in your exhale as you slowly blinked, he didn’t point it out.

“I’m going to be forthcoming with you, because you seem like someone who… I don’t know. Deserves it. You’re funny, you’re. Fascinating. You’re easy on the eyes, I mean, you're. You’re.”

Ken flushes a deep shade of pink at your words, speechless, the spread of it so clear and unbidden on his lower neck that you have to nearly kick yourself not to look. He's got no idea how to answer you. When Ken finally receives the attention he angles for, it seems that he doesn’t know what to do with it. Stands and sways and stares, waits for the next beat because he isn’t sure of what comes after this, what could possibly be waiting for him on the other side of affection, the words that make him bow his head and drop his listless eyes.

You’re a solid few feet away from Ken, but he smells like sunlight – smells like happiness. His eyelashes dance in the shadows the setting sun casts over him in streaks of oranges and deep reds, painting him like an immortalized work of art.

He glimmers like an angel. Something made from clay. It makes your stomach twist. For some reason you miss your little sister. You miss when your days had structure. When decisions weren’t hard to make, when they weren’t even your responsibility. 

When you were only a child, and being alive didn’t sting. 

When none of this was your job. It was only dusk and popsicles, running until your ankles scraped against your shoes so bad they bled. When it was just sidewalk chalk and trading cards and homemade dinner. Homework and awful bathroom haircuts. Long walks and skinned knees.

Not a single part of you had ever felt ready to be an adult, and it was hitting you outside on your balcony, washing over you in disconcerting waves that Ken couldn’t read, couldn’t make sense of.

“You don’t know me that well. And. We only just met today. You know? So, what I’m trying to say is, there’s a lot you don’t know about me, about… what I’ve been through and. What I’m looking for. Out of life, out of. Relationships, friends, things like that. What I want to become. And until this morning, I hadn’t really been that inspired to evaluate any of it. My days are essentially just this, every week over and over, exactly like you’ve seen. I work at the library. I say hi to Pat. I rent a magazine that I forget about and then return without even having picked it up or read it, like some loser. I feed my guinea pig. I smoke and then sit out here, watch my neighbors. It’s just.” 

Your throat feels constricted, fighting against twangs of distressed emotion that bubble up and cradle within you, threatening to release at any moment. Threaten to betray you. You’re reticent to accept that any display of weakness could turn Ken off.

Could have him turning tail and going back to… wherever it was he said he came from. Barbieland? Jesus, what a day.

Since when had you become such a sap? So ready to let it all out over the smallest event, something as mundane as meeting someone who expressed interest in you?

Ken wasn’t just someone, you scolded yourself. Wasn’t just some guy you’d bump into at a bar, someone you’d match with on a dating app or strut up to at a baseball game drunkenly and emboldened with false courage. He couldn’t fit into a box of superlatives. Refused to be defined so easily.

He didn’t even have a heartbeat.

It’s too much out here, and you want to cry. Want so desperately to cry. To let it out, to experience the way you’d feel in front of someone who would never judge you for it. Who probably doesn’t even know what crying or sorrow or regret or loneliness feels like.

But Ken stills himself and listens. Fiddles with his hands like he’s never been bored before and listens to every word, hangs on them like he’s getting something out of this, like he needs to listen to a human being speak about what it feels like to be a human being. Like this is valuable information to him.

He’s so beautiful and bright and burning like the sun and he listens to all of it.

“It would be the easy thing to just keep you here. I know you have no idea what I’m talking about. I’m sorry about that. It would be so easy to. Accept this, accept you and. Not even question it. I mean, Jesus. You came out of nowhere. Introduced yourself to me. Not afraid of anything. You didn’t even know who I was, not really. And the easy thing would be for me to take you – take it. Not even. Not even worrying about what it said about me to do that.”

Your throat is rubbed raw, the honest and vulnerable tears tugging at your eyes, but you can’t do that right now. Don't want to turn over and show your dark, clingy underbelly to Ken when he's only just met you and only thinks shining, sweet things about you, like you could never be capable of letting him down.

Not when it matters, when someone is pegging you as their lifeline, their sole source of connecting themselves to humanity.

Ken just squeezes his pink, worry-chewed lips into a thin line and continues to listen. He has nowhere else to be. Why would he? He’s pale and shining and gorgeous.

Swells of his arms filling with the afternoon sun. There’s nowhere else he wants to be but right here, barefoot and open and accepting of what you need to get off your chest, like there’s the perfect space right in his heart to fit it all in, to understand it even if he’s struggling to get what you mean. 

“I don’t know. I’m sorry. I think that there’s. I think there’s something about you that makes me want to be careless. And that’s not like me, at least not right now.”

“But I don’t feel careless when I’m with you.” Ken states, like it’s easy, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Something breaks deep inside you, it's thick and presumptuous, and you feel pressure thickening in the base of your gut, like you might puke or scream or maybe a combination of both.

“I’ve been careless of you. You might not realize it, but. I have been. It’s not cool. I don’t feel that I’m doing the right thing.” 

“Well. What can we do that will make this better?” The question that’s been dancing on his lips, that’s been tearing him asunder finally comes to light. 

You wring your hands in front of you, already craving another cigarette, craving liquor, craving an out from this. The urge to scrape something sharp against the meat of your arm comes to you. You ignore it. Swallowing down the urge to punish yourself.

It’ll be alright. Just approach this logically. Do the right thing.

Do the right thing.

And don’t mess it up.

“I think I would feel better if you went back to where you came from.” 

The words smolder between the two of you, more fiery and loaded than you intended, and Ken bristles at your words. Expecting rejection. Waiting for a slap to the face.

"You want me to leave?"

“Hold on. Not like that, I mean. I think I would feel better if you went back to… you know.”

“Barbieland.” Ken states, and it’s too small, it’s puny. It’s not how you want him to sound. So beaten down and insecure.

“Right. And I think you should really consider whether or not you want this. Living in the real world. Because it’s tough, and. Ken, it’s difficult, it’ll rip you apart from the inside out. People are unpredictable. They can be loving and gentle, but… not every moment you spend here will be fun. Not every friend you make here will have your best interest at heart. They’ll take advantage of you and bleed you for what you’re worth. They’ll toss you around and spit you out and not think anything of it.”

The twirling light in his pupils dies out then, fizzles in a way that's tangible, like you could reach out and touch it to feel how real it is. Ken seems to not understand what you’re saying, but stares at you still, picking at the ends of his sleeves with great effort.

"Is it... you're sure it's not me? Because (Y/N), If I did something, I hope you know you can feel free to let me know. I won't get upset." It twinges at your insides. Makes you clench and tongue at the roof of your mouth. There isn't anything that gets past Ken, is there?

"No, that's. That's not it."

"Okay."

“I’m not saying I will do all of that to you.” You turn then to face him, waving your hand in general as if summarizing everything you'd just said, fighting the instinct to pull another cigarette out of your purse, to hide from what you’re feeling. The truth you need to communicate to him so real and regrettable and honest.

“I just want you to gather as much information as you can before you decide this for yourself. Your life. I don’t know what it was like for you before. Maybe. I don’t know. Maybe our world seems like a sanctuary compared to where you’re from. Maybe it seems like a hellhole.”

Ken doesn’t say anything, just watches your every move intensely, watches your back as it contracts and spreads out with anxiety. Working to pick the right words, the intricacies of what you wish you could articulate.

“But that’s how it is here. I think you should be aware of what you’re getting into. I don’t have all the answers and I need you to understand that. I’m not perfect. I’m not. Not… what you probably think I am. But if you speak with your friends, and others who can build on what I’m telling you, and after everything you still want to come back, I promise you will have a place here, I promise that you can stay with me and that. That I’ll do my very best to show you the ropes and show you everything I have learned.” 

Ken appears deep in thought, tendering his hands fretfully, doesn’t speak for a moment. When the silence continues for minutes, you wonder if he’s given up entirely on speech. 

But then he finally announces, with a measure of confidence you’ve never seen before, “Okay. I will accept this ultimatum, (Y/N). I will go back to Barbieland and ask all the Kens and Barbies what they know about the real world. And when I come back, I can even ask Barbie what she thinks. If she thinks I can do it.”

There’s a tepid, unsure quiver to Ken’s voice when he says this, stumbling over his words like they weren’t ready to come out, not yet. “But you should know something about me, too.”

“What’s that?” You reply, stomach churning with a wistfulness, an aching that isn’t familiar. Might not even be yours to feel.

“When I come back, I want to see you smile. I want you to show me your neighborhood. And what Willa eats. There’s no way I could forget about her. Do you accept my terms?” Somehow you get the impression that Ken isn’t talking about your guinea pig – not entirely, not all the way.

“Yes. I accept. I promise.”

“Promise?” Ken sticks his thin, golden hand out to clutch onto yours, and like it’s burial rites or heartfelt wedding ceremony vows or something precariously in between, and you reach your hand out right back and shake on it. It's real now. Set in stone. Something Ken won’t soon forget. Would never back down on.

"Yes, Ken. Yes."

When he leaves your apartment, you’re reeling, basically unable to look at Willa, the tiny living thing Ken’s connected with so deeply. She sniffs at the air like she's missing something. It hurts. Pathetically, you find it difficult to open your laptop and answer another email. To pretend to be sociable. Capable.

Ken doesn't ask for the address to your apartment, doesn't ask for your phone number, your last name or anything. He seems to believe that he can find his way back to you on instinct and willpower alone.

You think of Ken asking you about bananas of all things. Caring so much about your wellbeing that he threw away your cigarette. An otherwise complete stranger, so blisteringly entrancing that it makes you numb.

Dejectedly, you curl up on your couch, inhaling the smell of Ken so present and dominant in your apartment, that fresh smell, and you bite your fist with a sharp gasp. Shutting your eyes with extreme force, you fight the tears that spill unceremoniously down your tired, tired face, confused and spun around from the inside out.

#ken #ryan gosling #ken x reader #ken x female reader #ken barbie #barbie movie #female reader #ryan gosling ken

[honey-minded-hivemind]

A thought:

Moth!Mutant!Reader, coming into school for the first time after skipping a grade and just staring up at the bright fluorescent ceiling lights with their wings just buzzing behind them:

Some human, seeing an easy target for their bullying/teasing: Ey! Look at that stupid insect!

Moth!Mutant!Reader, who didn’t really listen to him: Huh? Were you talking to me?

Human, looking up at Logan and Victor who are standing behind smol!reader with their arms crossed over their chest, shaking their heads menacingly:

Human, turns around and runs away:

Moth!Mutant!Reader: huh? Weird? Must be shy… (turns around and sees the brothers who are acting like nothing happened, smiling) Oh, hello there, I’m Reader, nice to meet you.

{Just a cute little thing I had in my mind and wanted to share, tell me if I’m annoying you or something by sending so many messages, I won’t be offended or anything}

- ❤️-Anon

Oh sweet molasses, that is so sweet!!!😭😊 Yeah, to be fair, since Reader, regardless of what mutation they have, is a very nice, friendly, empathetic person, they make a lot of friends very, very fast. If anyone, and i mean anyone, messes with them, then it's game over for them. Reader has what is basically the entire mutant student and teacher body backing them up, so if a human student or teacher or @">÷,/>@/ tries anything, they'll have every mutant in the school/campus ready to disrupt their day, if not attack them.

For a mutation, I'm kinda going this route, for now... That Reader's mutation is unknown, but they ARE a mutant. The tests confirm it, and the feral students can smell that, the same scent every mutant has. It's just that whatever their mutation is, it isn't obvious or known...

And the ones who do know it... they aren't the ones who should...

(It is an AU with a dark truth lying beneath, and those who know it are the ones trying to keep the others from getting hurt...)

(On another note, Moth Mutant Reader would be precious!!! A little fluttery flittery-gibbet! They'd be a bit distracted by lights, but they'd be a sweetheart!)

(You aren't bothering me at all sending in asks or wanting to talk or discuss things, okay? I'm perfectly fine with it 😊)

#honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere marvel #yandere platonic marvel #platonic yandere xmen #yandere x-men #platonic yandere marvel x reader #platonic yandere xmen evolution au #platonic yandere #📒mutant high🧪 au

[tumkokyubataye]

"People don't like love, they like that flittery, flirty feeling. They don't love love - love is sacrificial, love is ferocious, it's not emotive. Our culture doesn't love love, it loves the idea of love. It wants the emotion without paying anything for.

[vyrroca]

@haveiheardtherumor @flitteryflutteryfuckyou i did it ت thx flittery for the idea

no bangs for this one 😭

#sam winchester #mini skirt #spn #supernatural #spn fanart #honestly #i went off with this ngl #i mean the anatomy is doggy dookie but its wtv yk #it isss what it isss

[lemmetreatya]

Seeing this really cute lingerie set at the store and buying it on a complete impulse. Not for yourself, but because you've secretly been fantasizing about how Reiner might look with the material stretched around his pecs and that massive bulge in the panties. You don't think he'd actually wear it, but maybe, just maybe if you ask nicely enough...😳

Whewwwwww!!

Anon you actually want to see my demise,,,,, im very sure you want me FINiSHED!!!!! but alas, you have intrigued me 😈😈

"It's for me?"

He didn't even sound surprised. Reiner just lifted the lace undergarment set from the shopping bag, his eyes curious as he inspected the piece. With a tentative nod, you hum in confirmation.

"Yeah, it's for you." You reply with a flittery tone. You couldn’t even contain your smile. It made your cheeks bulge as you sat on the bed.

Reiner raised his eyebrows, lowered them, and then scrunched them up. He rubbed underneath his nose.

“I see…” He pondered.

You slightly gulped; It was too hard to decipher what his feelings were towards the racy outfit. Reiner could be quite a rigid man at times but you knew there was a barmy side to him considering how he ended up with you in the first place.

All you needed to do was try and test where those angles were.

“So?” You pried.

Reiner inspected the garment again, twisting and turning it before coming to a conclusion.

"Want me to try it on?"

Your heart elated with immense height but you didn’t want to seem too excited. Biting your bottom lip, you nodded vividly.

“Mhm. Uh huh.” You vocalised.

The blonde man let out a sigh through his nose as he was already pulling his hoody over his head.

“Mrgh. Alright, gimme a sec.”

As Reiner chucked the jumper onto the bed, the sight of his pectoral and bicep muscles flexing from even the simplest of movements made you bite your inner cheek. The immense width of his bare chest was already a treat for the eyes — the possibility of what they’d look like tangled within the underwear even more tantalising.

“Look the other way.”

As your eyes glanced up to meet Reiner’s face, his own were already trained on you.

“But I wanna see how it looks on you.” You excused.

Reiner chucked his now offed trousers onto the bed, joining it with his hoody. It left him in just his boxers.

“You’ll see how I look after I put it on. You want it to be a surprise, no?” He gruffly explained.

He had a point there.

Reluctantly, but obediently, you turned away from Reiner, showing your back to him.

“Fine. Tell me if you need any help putting it on.” You add, trying your luck at just being able to grant yourself at least one premature look.

You guess Reiner didn’t end up needing your help because nearly five minutes in you heard him clear his throat.

“Okay. I have it on but I don’t want you to look yet because I have a question.”

Licking your lips in succession, you nodded, still unable to see.

“Yeah, sure.”

You heard a bit of shuffling, before he spoke again.

“Was this the only colour they had?”

You took a second of thought.

“Yes? I thi— No, actually, they had it in other colours but this was the only one I could get that’d possibly fit you.”

There was a pause of silence.

“Okay.”

Your hands were already getting clammy at how excited you were but the suspense was now killing you even more. Shuffling in your place, you tentatively asked:

“Ca-can I turn around now?”

The roof of your tongue was getting so dry.

Physically, your body was telling you that a gulp of water would suffice, but you know it was only having the chance at drinking in the sight of Reiner in the lingering that would do the job.

“Yeah, you can look now.” He replied.

Almost too quickly, your head whipped round in the direction of where the blonde supposedly stood — and my, you weren’t disappointed.

"God, look at you."

Was all you could breath as Reiner stepped closer into your line of sight.

There he stood, in all his god-like glory, with his torso covered in a baby pink lace bralette. The pattern meant that the flowery material danced around his breast but ultimately all of them pathed back to the middle of each side — the material over the nipple area scantily covered in a darker mesh.

The set was a two piece but the bottom half of the item had a detachable garter that connected to the four corners of the panties via four straps, which mind you, were too deliciously small to hold in all that the man endowed, his thighs bulging in turn.

The actual panties themselves were no better, the tanga shaped material only just holding in his cock and balls which were so threatingly ready to spill out.

After a good few minutes of you inspecting the man, you realised you weren’t sure of how he felt.

Because really, Reiner hadn’t shown any polled reaction so far. Which at first you thought was bad, but then you realised that it was painfully obvious when this man was embarrassed. Right now, there was no sense of reddening skin or bashful energy that would usually emerge from the man if feeling abashed.

The only conclusion you could get from this was that Reiner was enjoying this as much as you were.

However, to make sure you weren’t over-assuming, you asked.

“So? How is it?”

Reiner looked down at himself before slightly pulling down at the stretched bralette.

“It’s a bit tight.” Was all he had to comment.

“Good.” You laughed. “But how are you finding it?”

Reiner looked back up to you as if he hadn’t been expecting to hear that as a question. He thought, momentarily, but then when he looked back to you he had his answer.

“Great, but you need to bring this back and get me a bigger size. I have a few places I’d like to wear it” He commonly said, as if speaking of a mere t-shirt or pair of jeans.

#reiner headcanons #reiner aot #reiner braun #reiner x reader #aot reiner #attack on titan reiner #attack on titan

[dstnyher]

Modern love...

People don't like love, they like that flittery flirty feeling. They don't love love. Love is sacrificial, it's not emotive. Our culture doesn't love love, it loves the idea of love. It wants the emotions without paying anything for it. Ridiculous

04-08-24

#poetry #qoutes #sayings

[xoteajays]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DANADIA! here’s a 3-for-1 teen wolf oc set. hope you have an excellent day!

arethusa always warned her daughter to keep her selkie skin close to her and never out of her sight when she was on land. brenna was a curious girl though, especially when it came to the world above the water. it’s only for a moment, when she’s distracted by some flittery thing her mother had once called a ‘butterfly’, that she feels hands on her discarded seal skin. and as simple and terrible as that, brenna cannot return to her watery home or her mother.

‘wife’, that is what the man - blake - insists she will be, once she is ‘a little older’. she knows this; she recalls the horror histories her mother had told her of lost selkies and the dastardly thieving men who stole them from the waters. he drags her from town to town, away from the eyes of those who pry to closely, away from those who could rescue her. beacon hills is something new though, she knows this as soon as she smells the wolf - just like the were-packs she once shared shores with - on her new classmates.

raquel mccall is determined to get to the bottom of this mystery, a mystery that nobody else seems to think exists. when brenna rafferty moves to beacon hills with her ‘foster father’ blake peters, raquel gets bad feeling — well, a ‘bad feeling’ beyond the feeling of finally understanding how her brother felt meeting allison. the new girl claims to not be able to swim, but raquel can smell river and rain on her, can see how she stares longingly towards the school pool when she sits out during pe class.

when raquel snoops around outside their house late in the night, she can hear someone weeping inside. peering through a window, she watches blake lock away some shawl of smooth fur that, even through the glass, smell distinctly like brenna.

#ocappreciation #fyeahteenwolfocs #ochub #teen wolf oc #tw oc #this was so hard with my arm in a cast #so nothing too fancy #hope you like em anyway danadia!! #oc: brenna rafferty #oc: raquel mccall #anyway if anyone knows the riddle this title is based on ilu #(also it took me until the last second to realise i had NO tw in here at all) #(so i snuck in a tiny scott)

[vallerianella]

ok actually one more my bad ☝️ wat if sargechan (18) morbid cheeky fuwafuwa flower boy ^_^ a little bit of a hoe but hes manageable……. likes to help/problem-solve but thats not without him being annoying or invasive

NOT AN ISSUE ^_^ i love to think 🤓loading up 2 very predictable proposals bc yukin has a one track mind

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⚰️🩰 ... is it really ok for boy girl prince and a girlboy prince to be together guys...

when they visually solo me ^_^ insert gakuen handsome beauty chan roses and sparkles in bg asset from clip studio they both have under eye double mole freckle it’s cope... vanilla strawberry swirl luv

can we have a flop cooking vignette that they somehow survive eating 🍽

not too particular about the ‘hoe’ thing — she’s pretty sociable and free flowing herself, so she just takes him being amiable with others as a part of sarge being sarge ^_^

⚰️🪞 ... (sends u dookie manga I can’t put on blast here)

an equally flittery girlchan ^_^ need them to breathe flowery air freshener in the hospital ward please nuwse s

I think being invasive and annoying is kind of the only way u can dig up her issues if not by chance discovery 💀... she’s not overly defensive over it, but some chase is always required when it comes to her 😔 don’t give up, it’s just one of her weird reel and release tactics 🤞

🤭 what if we both had religious origins but still grew up pretty well adjusted (probably)

#finger guns. clearing these out so I can rb another ask game #ask #ask game #matchup game

[officialbabayaga]

my sweet baby rocky begging desperately because he wants one of the squirrels or flittery little birds outside and he doesn’t understand my explanation that despite the fact he’s at least 4X the size of any of them, they’d all 100% kick his hand-raised, indoor-only ass

#baby you don’t have their drive to survive & fighting skills you’re simply outmatched #zoe stuff

[howgaytobequeer]

I am very proud of this butterfly shot. One of those little flittery white ones who only stays still for a minute.

#original posts #insects #wildlife #butterflies #oregon #my photos

[intheclearyetgood12]

New fav picture of Taylor 🫶 I'm so sorry about the girl who was cut off, but hey...we like comfy clothes after the body suits and all the glittery-flittery tingz 🥰 That's Daddy right there 😍 🫶

#photo of the day #eras taylor swift #eras tour #taylor swift #t swift #t swizzle #favorite person #daddy vibes #love her #the eras era #taylor swift eras