#why am i like this 😅

[lilucey]

Jimmy 🥴🫠

#jimmy uso #why am i like this 😅 #so pretty 😍 #i love him 😍 #oof 🤤 #jey uso #wwe #smackdown

[valmare]

you think you’re abnormal? I get anxiety about my friends talking to other people because traumatic past experiences tell me they’ll forget about me and I’m not as cool as these new friends. It’s ok guys I’m fine

#anxiety things #it’s ok I’m fine #why am i like this 😅 #anyway 😅 #oops oops oops

[loulou-belle2]

#me #personal #why am i like this 😅

[pure-hell2]

.

#why am I like this 😅 #like girl maybe the house cleaning can wait #at least until the appendicitis passes #I idiot 😅 #ramblings #I’m actually okay though dw #this happens a lot

[halkylenerdybitch456]

Me trying to hide my bi-ness from my homophobic family:

(We love the closet, don't we)

#i hate it here #closet #biseuxal #homophobia #family #bro 😭 #why am i like this 😅

[morgynemberisagenderfluiddaddy]

Making sims of real people is so fucking awkward I swear 😭

#hsdhyssh #anyone else get this or do i just have anxiety? #me making a sim 👀 #i feel like every time someone walks by me i just have to say ITS FOR ART #why am i like this 😅 #izzy speaks but i really shouldnt

[besitos-mojados]

it's been less than a day but I can see myself putting little notes in the lunches I make for him

#Why am I like this 😅 #We're only talking and getting to know each other

[diosa-loba]

#mornings #why am i like this 😅

[nanamis-aiko]

All I want is to be with you

Me: AlL i WaNt Is To Be WiTh You

#why am i like this 😅 #alfi reacts #i'm still acting 'bitter' despite the good things #it's fun saying na ol tho tbh

[marvellouslymadmim]

Y'all can blame @sapphicsongbirdblues for realizing that Trent's body language fit the meme perfectly.

The events that followed were all leading to their inevitable conclusion, aka this.

#ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers #trent crimm #why am i like this #also this was done in like half an hour and it looks like it so....😅 #ted lasso edit

[books-books-smolderinglooks]

Young Royals S3 💜🧡

#young royals #wilmon #simon eriksson #wilhelm #prince wilhelm #yr s3 spoilers #my gifs yr #am I gonna try to get more Wilmon gifs from the brief trailer.. absolutely! lol #but also why did I go down this coloring path.. tricky 😅 #no other like them 💜 #userbarrow #youngroyalsedit #wille x simon

[loulou-belle2]

#mine #why am i like this 😅 #j

[star-star-fall-inlove]

Ami did you get my request? ^^

Yep sorry I'm currently working on one but I'll get yours done soon!

#mrs. vanrouge has delivered your package #come again please #why am i like this 😅

[writefightandflightclub]

Don’t mind me I’m just imagining a touch-starved!Marc Spector finally breaking. Wandering into your expedition tent at night with those earnest, wet, puppy-dog eyes of his. Collapsing to his knees at your bed side, his brow tacky with sweat, and his muscles tense - with a problem.

“Please.” His voice breaks. Cracks apart; dry as a desert, rough as sand. He evidently can’t take this - whatever this is - a second longer. “Please. I need. I… Would you… w-would you touch me?”

Your body comes to life, his question bristling all the way across your hot skin like it was your own, so deeply craving sensation yourself. “Touch you where, Marc?”

His eyes are huge and glassy, almost tearful. A tight gulp trails down his corded neck before his eyes fall -ashamed- to the fat bulge at his shadowed crotch, the soft yellowed light illuminating the torment gathered in the sharp planes of his face. “Where I need you. Please. I can’t…”

Your mouth drops open in understanding, and with it Marc becomes increasingly desperate, his last ditch attempt spilling out of him before he can stop it - before you can ruin him even further with a no. His palms flatten then fist into the rumpled, curled edges of your covers.

Stars - his hands are shaking. His pulse trembling -quickened- in his throat. “Please,” he croaks. “I need you. Your hands… Anything. Let me work myself up in my pants just pushing up against you. I just… I…” He mouths the word without breath now, without sound - please - and he buries his face in your covers, deathly ashamed of himself.

Oh gods. But he doesn’t need to feel ashamed, though. Not at all.

And so, with molten heat throbbing through your core, you peel the covers back, and you softly beckon him towards you.

“Marc.”

He looks up at you from beneath those long, fanning lashes. Surprised it’s not a “no”. Surprised it’s not a rejection, because that’s all he has ever known.

He looks… relieved. Relieved, when the welcome in your voice touches him more deeply than any sensation he’s felt in far too long; but you can’t wait to deliver him so much more.

So much more touch. So much more relief.

Marc. Sweet Marc.

He never needed to beg for you.

You will show him just how willing you are to fulfil his wants and needs - again and again, in fact; until he is wholly quenched.

He crawls into the bed by your side as though he doesn’t belong there - doesn’t know how to be there. But, when your fingertips skim his flesh - even through his clothes - he moans, all broken and breathy, yet with enough feeling that the ancient gods must feel it rock through the depths of the earth.

“P-Please,” he stutters, a tear rolling down his cheek. Across the bridge of his nose. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop touching me.”

#marc spector x reader #moon knight x reader #send help #why am I like this #what do people who DON’T imagine blorbo scenarios do with their time exactly? #like fr 😅

[neverevan]

Inspiration Saturday 📸

This wip is loosely based on this post of mine and based on the initial outline I expect it to total out around 20k, but I have like 3 much longer fics on my list before this, so it probably won't be written any time soon, but it wouldn't leave my mind today, so!

After a serious injury on the job, Eddie takes up light duty as the temporary Instagram Manager of the LAFD and even though he's now physically healed, he's still not ready to return to active duty. The job has its perks though; namely the new guy who joined the 118 shortly after Eddie left.

Tags and a longish snippet under the cut 💛

“Hey Diaz, sure you don’t want in on the action instead of playing around with your camera?” Buck asked, lifting his helmet a little, probably to see Eddie better in the harsh sunlight.

He had ash smudged all over his face, giving him a ragged edge that Eddie thought fit him just a little too well. His turnout coat was open, revealing just how tight his shirt hugged his body underneath.

“And what if I prefer the camera?” Eddie asked playfully. “And I told you to call me Eddie.”

“Not until you tell me what it’s short for.” Buck grinned at him teasingly and Eddie clicked the button on his camera again, to capture the way the sun hit his laugh lines; sue him, the man was gorgeous.

Buck had this weird thing for nicknames and though Eddie found it kind of endearing, he didn’t really understand why Buck didn’t just ask the team what his name was if he wanted to know so badly — maybe it was part of some kind of game that Eddie never learned the rules for.

“You know this year’s calendar is coming up.” Eddie said, lowering his camera back down to his chest.

“Yeah? Are you the one shooting it?” Buck stepped in closer, still holding the jaws of life in his hands while everyone continued packing up behind him.

“Why? Would that make you wanna do it more or less?”

Buck chuckled lightly, before swiping a gloved finger across the tip of his nose, leaving yet another black mark there.

“I don’t know. Am I gonna be the only one taking my clothes off?” He raised his eyebrows suggestively and Eddie only had time to roll his eyes jovially before he was cut off by Hen.

“Stop riling up the poor guy and help us put these away, I’m starving!”

“I’m n-not rili—” Buck stammered, all his earlier bravado suddenly gone.

“Come on Buckaroo, it’s lunch time.” Chimney chimed in as well, walking past them and dropping his medkit into the back of the ambulance.

Buck looked back at Eddie and shrugged sheepishly. “Duty calls.”

“Yeah... I gotta upload these too.” He lifted his camera with a sigh, indicating the pictures he just took.

“Well, I hope you got my good side.” Buck smiled at him with a mischievous glint in his eyes and Eddie just grinned back at him.

As if you have a bad side, he thought to himself.

“Buck, come on!” This time it was Bobby who yelled over, so they both knew that they ran out of time.

“Coming!” Buck called back, still not taking his eyes off of Eddie. “Take care, Diaz.” He added gently before he finally turned around and jogged away, leaving Eddie standing in the middle of the road, watching as the engine and the ambulance pulled away.

“Yeah, you too, Buckley.” He mumbled to no one in particular.

I was tagged by @disasterbuckdiaz and @watchyourbuck thank you mwuah 💛

✨no pressure tagging: @malewifediaz @spagheddiediaz @daffi-990 @jeeyuns @ladydorian05 @steadfastsaturnsrings @eowon @heartshapedvows @nmcggg @rainbow-nerdss @jamespearce9-1-1 @eddiebabygirldiaz @theotherbuckley @thewolvesof1998 @fortheloveofbuddie @evanbegins

#look I have like one new wip a day #these boys are doing things to me I can't put into words #also I have no idea what's with me and mini mood boards but I hope you're having a good time with them cuz I am lmao #also also I don't know why they can only talk in questions #😅 #buddie #911 #wip #the insta fic

[stagefoot]

Do you ever leave yourself a note

And go “This is going to be very unhelpful when I read it later”

…and then do it anyway???

#hopefully not just me 😅 #techblr #stagefoot original #why am I Like This? #not as bad as its cousin #‘the people on the out can just deal with it’ #then shocked Pikachu face when I’M the one who has to deal with it