#!!! cute

[pregalert]

Relief floods me as I sigh, pulling my shirt up over my belly, folding it nicely under my chest. “God that is such a relief, I can’t STAND tight clothes.” I blush hard, realizing I’ve just fully exposed my stretch-mark covered middle to effectively a complete stranger. Swallowing hard, I begin rubbing slow lazy circles on my overstretched self, cringing at the occasional kick. “Thank you for driving me by the way, my friend left with a girl ages ago so I was just gonna get an Uber.”

“Tight clothes are the worst for you right now, huh? You should just let your body, especially your belly, breathe,” I chuckle. I rub your flank with one hand, pressing in occasionally to prompt some kicks or pushes.

“It’s really no problem. I’m very happy to have dinner with you. And shame on your friend for leaving! In your state, that’s near dangerous,” I shake my head. “I’ll drive you home once we’re finished with dinner, don’t worry about taking an Uber.”

[daddytobin]

a button-up jess

[lgbtqpjo]

Hi I'm bi

[communistcatboi]

IF YOU CLICK THE CAT ON THE BOOP METER THERES A MEOW NOTIFICATION!!!!!

[tamedstray]

[Liked for a Valentine's themed ask] For once Charlie is grateful that her skin looked perpetually wet, it helped hide the thin sheen of sweat that had started to form.She could do this! She just needed to channel her inner bard.

With a flourish she sauntered up, a chord announcing her presence before she flashed what she hoped was a confident grin, "romance is in the air! Could I interest you in a tale of love and pain?"

Already she's internally cringing, but her expression does not waver in the slightest.

It was always a delight to have someone as musically gifted as Charlie around. The spritely young bard was always welcome, even if her sudden appearance had startled him. ❝Oh! Lady Babins,❞ he muses with a bright smile, ❝is there a happy ending? Wait, no— forget I asked. I'd love to hear your tale!❞ Excited, Vigor arranges a seat for himself and Charlie, should she want it. He mirrors her flourish as he presents the humble chair on offer with a bow, flicking the back of his coat out as he sits down, as if wearing the fine coattails of a noble gentleman. An eager patron of the arts, Vigor tucks his hands between his knees like a giddy child, watching fully and intently.

[spinebarrels]

we’re friends, right? are we friends?     /     @decipula​

what a funny question. it’s very direct  — she likes it almost immediately.

           “i s'pose so.” she straightens and looks at the other girl with a hint of eagerness. “we certainly can be.” 

[hannibalscreencaps]