IM MF LATE BUT...totty is bapy... .. .. .

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IM MF LATE BUT...totty is bapy... .. .. .
The problem with the ST fandom’s hostility towards Jonathan is that they’re holding him to the same impossible standard as he does himself.
WHY ARE SO MANY BLOGS SO OBSESSED WITH MAKING JAEHEE PLATONIC. SHE'S GAY GODDAMNIT. LET US LOVE HER. (sorry this isn't aimed at u I'm just tired of people disrespecting my Wife :////////)
I gotchu fam. In this house we accept that Jaehee is gay and we are gay for the Baehee.
yorimei replied to your post “*trots in* hey it's yori from ao3, since I saw that you want people to...”
Asked a question and got a Drabble instead? Lord I couldn't stop grinning, I had to look down on my walk to class so that I didn't look like a crazy person!!! Thank you for answering my questions!!! But how dare you tease me with the hint of "I might include iwazumi's thoughts in a different story", lady it's time for you to square up imma fight you ����. Also your iwazumi is probably one my all time favorites, I adore the way you write him!
I don’t know; I could fight you, I suppose. Or I could do this:
A drop of sweat rolls down Tooru's neck, a testament to how humid the weather has been lately. Hajime watches it as it travels downwards, a stripe silvered by the street lights that peek through the blinds as it rolls towards the groove of Tooru's collarbone, slow, taunting.
Hajime watches it because that's all he can do - watch.
His breathing is too loud in the small space they inhabit. His fingers twitch and all he wants to do is touch, goddamnit. His palms curl and uncurl, sweaty and fidgety.
"Looks like someone's already all excited, mmm?"
The scarves are snug around his wrist as it jerks forward futilely, muscles jumping in his arm against the restraints. Smacking Tooru is instinctive; Hajime does it all the time - to scold, to draw his attention, to deflect from Hajime's own embarrassment.
But now, bound as he was, there's nothing Hajime can do but squirm, heat beading all over his skin as he watches Tooru watch him, hazel eyes glittering. He's flushed all over - as tanned as Hajime is, his body is often too honest. It tells Tooru what Hajime won't say at times - now, it betrays Hajime's arousal as loudly as if Hajime had been begging with every exhale that curls, warm into the space between them.
Hajime holds Tooru's gaze as long as he could, given his naked state in comparison to Tooru's still-dressed appearance. The minute he drops his eyes though, Tooru is abruptly in his space, hands gentle but insistent on his face as they turn Hajime's focus back onto him.
They've only just started and already Hajime is running out of breath. It's too much. It's not enough.
"Shittykawa,” he rasps, desperate. “fucking get on with it."
Tooru clicks his tongue, then leans in to nip at Hajime's neck. "Now, now, Iwa-chan, good things come to people who are patient." A slow undulation of hips against Hajime's, and Tooru greedily devours the groans that leak from the corners of Hajime's mouth.
"And I'm at my most patient today, don't you agree?"
hawkgyrl 🥵💦 @ carter - [borrow] sender wears receiver's shirt while they have sex.
she's been wearing his shirt the entire time . . . if you asked him , he's been fixated on how she looked absolutely stunning . . . even in a buttoned up shirt. however, for this occasion , unbuttoned and chest exposed , hands grip her thighs in place as she sat up top. chocolate hues marvel as features express how pleased he is with the way she moved. hips rock gently , he's speechless as every miniscule movement makes his chest tighten.
“ kendra, ” words gasped , as he removes his hold on her hips. palms brush against her stomach and gently cup at her breast. fingers caress buds before he rises , slowly . . . gaze met hers before lips wrapped around them . . . tongue rolls , a tease as she decides to retaliate and he welcomes it. one arm hooked around her waist , matching her pace.
It’s infuriating to see people excusing Chris and the other marines’ actions. There’s nothing remotely justifiable about the US military’s solicitation of prostitutes in Asia, or the effects it has had on the women and their children. Many Amerasian children abandoned by their biological fathers suffer from poverty, neglect, abuse, domestic violence, sexual assault, and racial, gender, and class discrimination. It’s extremely abhorrent that people are so dismissive towards the plight of people like Kim and Tam.
a little serenation for my wifey
*picks up guitar*
*adjusts mike*
OH MADI YOU'RE THE BEST
YOU'RE THE MAC TO MY CHEESE
OH MADI
YOU'RE THE BEST
YOU'RE THE BEES KNEES
YOU ARE AWESOME
YOU'RE THE BEST WIFEY EVER
*hardcore guitar insturmental*
PEOPLE CAN BE DISCRIMINATED AGAINST, NO MATTER WHO THEY ARE, BY INDIVIDUALS, AND NOT NECESSARILY GENERAL SOCIETY