I think that when you're overstimulated you should appear kind of grayed out and no one should be able to interact with you like a locked character in a video game
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I think that when you're overstimulated you should appear kind of grayed out and no one should be able to interact with you like a locked character in a video game
My Light, My Life
Description: What began as an insult quickly turned into a marriage of deep devotion and comfort. AKA you’re the only thing keeping Daeron together.
It is an insult you know it, this marriage, arranged as most are, few ever marry for love, but you thought perhaps you might be lucky. The Gods held no care for luck though, and they clearly held no care for you.
Your father tried to sweeten the stock you were forced to swallow. You will be a princess, sweet girl, is that not better than love? You wished it were, you wished it were better or even enough, but it was not. Not as you sat next to the man you must now call husband and watched as he tried to simultaneously sink into his chair and lose himself in the crowd. It was a feat to watch for sure; he looked as if he wished to split in two, both halves having the singular desire of hiding, of fleeing and leaving you behind.
when your circle small but yall dead
Before the storm posting…. Amberprice posting…. Lifeiststrangeposting….
robert “professional aftercare.” robertson who after completely destroying your guts gives you the most gentle kiss ever. youre so far gone that he has to cradle you, mumble soft “hey, hey baby? you still with me?” you nod slowly, reaching out to robert as he chuckles and holds you up.
robert “professional aftercare” robertson who gives you gently kisses, apologizes and leaves to the bathroom. he returned with a warm rag, before cleaning you up. sure it was uncomfortable; the wag wasn’t the softest texture but robert’s praises made it better. his calmly tone, the way he looked at you while smiling “you did so good.” or “let me take care of you.”
robert “professional aftercare.” robertson carried you to the bathroom, the years of him lifting weights and training finally pays off not just for mecha man, but to carry you. was he going to carry and hold you the whole time you showered together? fuck yeah he was, he’s the reason you can barely move, it was the least he can do.
robert “professional aftercare.” robertson who dressed and rubbed lotion all over your body. he wanted to make you feel even better after your little session, giving your back small massage movements as he worked through the muscles. he made his way down to your legs, rubbing the very sore muscles. he liked hearing your soft moans and whines as he continued to massage your body.
robert “professional aftercare.” robertson who threw on a pair of boxers before laying down next to you. he made sure that your comfortable, feeling loved, and hydrated. he wrapped his arms around you, kissing your head and cheeks. he continued with his loving and reassuring words, god if he could stay like this forever he would.
robert “professional aftercare” robertson who knew he can be rough if you let him, but will always baby and comfort you in the end. no matter how rough he was being, he’ll make up for it by being the best aftercare giver in the world.
જ⁀➴ . . . Robert wants to change his lock screen and nearly blinds you and Beef in the process ᝰ.ᐟ
It was late, really late, his shift had dragged on forever and he came so close to punching a fist through the monitor three different times. The Z-Team had really tested the strength of his patience tonight with their fucking around; sometimes it really felt like he was talking into the void.
He locks the door behind him with a weary sigh, kicking his shoes off and hanging his coat up with a slow roll of his shoulders— turns out sitting at a desk all damn day really makes for some nasty tension on the shoulders and neck.
You were already fast asleep in bed with Beef curled right beside your head, faces smushed together, snoring. The sight makes him stop in the doorway for a moment, his expression softening into a tender smile, and there it is again: that warmth that expands through his chest like a warm drink on a cold day— he reckons this is what coming home really feels like.
It’s the perfect picture, his two favourite beings in the whole world all curled up and safe in bed, snoring in unison without a single worry. The idea hits him like one of those lightbulb moments, and slowly Robert moves across the floorboards, avoiding the extra creaky ones before sinking onto the bed— fishing his phone out of his back pocket with a grin.
He had been wanting to update his lock-screen for a while now but the topic didn’t really come up much and he didn’t know how to say— “hey I’m madly in love with you and your pretty face and I want to look at it all day so can you pose with Beef, I want you as my lock-screen.” without sounding like a complete weirdo.
But this? This candid shot, laid out and waiting for him, was perfect.
He unlocks his phone, thumbing the camera app with a faint chuckle— both you and Beef squashed perfectly in frame, snuggled up together like two peas in a pod.
BBC MERLIN: “THE DIAMOND OF THE DAY” first aired 13 years ago on December 24, 2012
“To be lost and to be found, that is the life span of love.”
I’m just so in love with these two worms so much, look at them
bloody vig
happy vig for a happy monday
maybe I'm the pervert
Freddie Stroma really has me twirling my hair & kicking my feet. I’m down so BAD 😔
GOD, I LOVE NERDS
SYNOPSIS :: Warren got his new glasses since he spent too much time on his computer, but it only made him more attractive on your end.
NOTE :: I need him with glasses, I'm on a brainrot
TYPE :: fluff
me: i wanna talk about my ocs
someone: ok tell me about your ocs
me, suddenly convinced that every single thing about my ocs is stupid and cringy and probably offensive: i. have them
Vander: I've always liked the name Violet. Silco: *snorts a line* Hey, you know what I like?
twilight (1/3)