He's honestly the sweetest ever

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He's honestly the sweetest ever
I just want to appreciate this handsome man right here. He's a man but he's also a child. And I love him.☺️🤭
Jensen Ackles as Soldier Boy in The Boys (2022) Jensen Ackles as Eddie G in Blonde (2001)
Cool Down
~Jensen’s new workout routine has some incredible side effects…~
Jensen Ackles x F!Reader
1,634 Words
Warnings: NSFW. SMUT!!!!
A/N: If you didn’t see the video, you really need to hop on that… And with this, I die. Adeu.
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He walked in covered in sweat, long hair sticking to his forehead, arms and chest glistening. He had a towel slung around the back of his neck, fists clinging to it as he helped the door shut behind him with a little kick.
“Fuck.” He breathed out heavily, the curse echoing through your head, filling it with all sorts of ideas.
“How’s the gym downstairs?” you asked, pretending not to look up from your phone even though your eyes drifted up and down his quickly growing body. He’d been working hard to bulk up for The Boys, and it was absolutely stunning.
Jensen toed off his sneakers and pulled the towel from his neck, dabbing his forehead with the driest end. “Sparse but good. It’ll do.” He flashed a tired smile and your heart skipped a beat.
The phone landed on the couch beside you. “Good workout then?”
He sucked in a deep breath and rolled his shoulders, flexing in the mirror. “Yep.”
Your brain short circuited as you watched his arms grow, the veins in his neck pop, his entire body tighten. “Oh…my god.”
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Strange Times
Request: Child of Dean and reader come from future for protection and Dean and reader not together? Awkwardness and fluff? With a side of Dean being in aww of reader being a mum? Please?
Pairing: Dean x reader (eventual)
Word Count: 1,900ish
Warnings: language
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Honestly my favorite fic of all time
Reblog if you’re in any of those fandoms
The Shadowhunters Chronicles
One Direction
Potterhead
Marvel
Disney
Arrowverse
Taylor Swift
F. R. I. E. N. D. S
Charlie Puth
Selena Gomez
Shawn Mendes
Little Mix
Troye Sivan
Ariana Grande
Camila Cabello
Let’s gain some mutuals 🙆
Please reblog this if fanfiction has been beneficial to your mental health.
Happy pride month everyone! For all those who don’t know, I am part of the lgbtqia+ community and I am pansexual. The dictionary defines pansexuality as “not limited in sexual choice with regard to biological sex, gender, or gender identity” and this is correct, but I consider it to be a much more beautiful thing. I feel that being pansexual allows me to fall in love with someone based on their values, beliefs, morals and overall who they are as a person. I see my sexuality as being attracted to a person, not a gender and I truly think that this is an incredible thing. I also wanted to take the time to tell everyone who is seeing this and is part of the lgbtqia+ community, even if I don’t even know you, that you are a strong person. There will most likely be hardships throughout your life whether that be discrimination, hatred, homophobia or anything else, but being who you are and accepting yourself is more important than appeasing those around you. I am so proud of each and everyone of you who have come out to someone, even if it’s just one person. You are so amazingly brave and strong and I am glad that you have let go of your fears and told someone. I am also immensely proud of those who are still in the closet because accepting your sexuality, no matter how supportive those around you are, is a very difficult thing. I am proud that you have managed to come to terms with it and are happy with who you are. Happy pride month everyone! Let’s spread acceptance, love and positivity this month! (Also, this is the new pansexual flag. The old one was created by someone with negative views of the lesbian community as well as supporting sexual activities at pride) https://www.instagram.com/p/CPlTbkiJZPE/?utm_medium=tumblr
Been reading ur blog. U need to stop calling urself a dom. All this lovey crap makes real doms sick. A sub is not for respecting and loving. A sub is for using and thats what they like. Its fine that u love ur girl, just dont call urself a dom. Real doms show dominance, use there sub and leave her laying like the cunt slut she is. Bein all sweet, and all that does is give her power over u, which makes u not a dom.
Hi there, Anon. I almost didn’t even dignify this with a response, but I think you’ve actually given me a good opportunity to say something that new doms need to know, so kudos to you.
First and foremost, let’s establish something right here and now: You don’t get to tell me what I am, and you are damn sure not the leading authority on what does and does not constitute a dominant. For the record, I didn’t wake up one day and decide to be a dom. I never even thought of myself that way until I met belovedsangi 10 years ago. I always had the characteristics of a dom, sure, but I didn’t ever put that title on myself. That title was given to me by my submissive. SHE is the one who wanted to call me Master, and Sir. I never told her to do these things. But of course, you probably think I am making your point for you and that if I were a REAL domly dom, I would’ve demanded those things.
And that’s where you have a fundamental issue understanding the meaning of the title. So let me help you with that.
A dom does not demand respect. He conducts himself in such a way as to be worthy of respect.
A dom does not bark commands. His presence is such that he can seduce and command with nothing more than a glance.
A dom does not raise his voice. He is the kind of man who gets what he wants without needing to.
A dom is not a braggart. He is possessed of a calm, quiet confidence that is evident in his demeanor, the way he walks, the tone of his voice, and all other aspects of him.
A dom understands balance. He knows that while a firm hand and discipline are critical in this type of relationship, knowing when to be gentle and understanding is every bit as important.
A dom is a gentleman first and foremost. That doesn’t necessarily mean that he is a fancy man who values the finer things in life, but he does understand manners and protocol. He opens the car door for her. He orders for her if she is having trouble deciding. He treats strangers with courtesy and respect.
A dom is a protector. He makes sure that his submissive feels safe and protected at all times. This means so much more than just telling her you will protect her. A dom shows her. He keeps a hand on her shoulder or on her waist in crowds so she doesn’t get nervous. He sleeps on the side of the bed closest to the door so that he is always between his submissive and an intruder. He walks on the side of the sidewalk closest to the street so that an errant vehicle will hit him before his submissive. If anything or anyone should threaten his submissive, he must be prepared to fight for her with the ferocity of an alpha wolf.
A dom earns her submission. It is not a thing to be demanded, expected, or assumed. And he continues to earn it, each and every day.
A dom values her submission. Fully submitting your will and trusting your body and well-being to someone takes a kind of strength most can’t imagine, and a dom never loses sight of that.
A dom understands that being a dominant is 10% privilege and 90% responsibility. He is literally taking her life into his hands. He is accepting the most sacred and important thing she has to give. He is taking her burdens and bearing them as his own, always, every day.
A dom is consistent. He understands that he can’t just be her protector, lover, confidant, master, etc. when he feels like it. There will be days when a dom is tired. There will be days when he is stressed. There will be days when he is broken. On those days, it is more important than ever for a dom to show his submissive that he is still everything she needs him to be.
So what does it mean, then, to be a dom? I get the feeling that you, anon, would say that it’s all about making her kneel, having your way with her, shouting orders and using her. Helpful hint: Any jackass can buy himself a whip and bark commands. That’s not a dom. Don’t get me wrong, I do absolutely have my way with belovedsangi. I love it when she kneels. I love the kinky, rough, mind-blowing sex we have. I love to dominate her in the bedroom. But for every moment of that, there are a hundred moments of holding her, of talking to her, laughing with her, gaming with her. There are a hundred moments of making her feel safe when she is afraid, giving her confidence when she is unsure, comforting her when she feels troubled. Those are all things that a dominant does too.
I love my submissive more than I love oxygen. I love my submissive with a fire that can never be extinguished. I value her and respect her in every way. I treat her like a queen and fuck her like a slave. These things don’t make me weak. They don’t make me less of a dominant. These things make me stronger than you can possibly imagine. There is nothing quite so formidable as a dominant who has found the perfect submissive to fuel his fire. Never will you see anyone love so strongly or fight so fiercely.
Bottom line, Anon, is this: you sound like a boy playing at being a man. You decided one day that you were sick of women having willpower and a voice of their own, so you decided to call yourself a dominant and seek out some weak-willed submissive who wouldn’t talk back to you or stick up for herself. You are not a dom. You are a jackass with a whip. Classic case of toodomforyou.
-LMS
For all the fake doms, this is something you all should learn. And submissive babes, don’t let yourself get anything less than this. We deserve love everyday, BDSM is about connection of two souls, who respect each other, who trust each other,without it, it’s just an abusive relationship.
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What happens once you kill yourself? Because I'm ready to go.
You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself
but you killed everyone else around you too.
this need to be on everyone’s blog
this makes me think..
God bless whoever wrote this.
im crying
I never usually reblog things like this.. but if it saves just one persons life… please take thime to read this even if you think there is no point in living. Please.
please please PLEASE reblog this
Reblog yet again for the people that need this
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Life’s too precious. If you feel like this, please know that it gets better. And that people are always happy to lend an ear; heck drop me a message too. But never, ever think about taking your own life.
every single time I read this,i remember how i tried back then. but don’t do it.
please reblog if you’re reading this!!!
Reblog besties, This is really important.
It doesn’t end the pain, just passes it to some else. Please, get help. Your life matters. YOU matter.
I have been waiting for this post to come to my dash. This always makes me cry.
Please don’t kill yourself
Where do you see yourself in 5 years?
Look buddy, i’m just trying to make it to Friday.
reblog if its friday and you made it
It’s still early on Friday but we made it this far
REBLOG IF IT IS OKAY TO COME INTO YOUR INBOX AND SAY THE RANDOMEST SHIT I CAN THINK OF BECAUSE I REALLY WANT TO INTERACT WITH YOU.
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thomas jefferson and sally hemings did not have a forbidden romance as many historians like to say. sallywas thomas’s child sex slave and it’s time that people know the truth about our founding fathers.
From the time I met Booboo Stewart back in February
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Don't be shy add Japan in there.