#another draft

[sweeneydino]

Mood.

[tetzoro]

innocently getting ready in the morning while still wearing his shirt from the night before, diligently brushing your teeth when he sneaks up behind you, pressing his hard length against you in his thinly veiled boxers.

it happens so fast you don’t realize you’re being bent over, panties shoved to the side in wake of his aching cock sinking into your warmth with a heavenly groan of your name.

gripping onto the sink was barely enough to steady you as he delivered thrust after thrust, fingers digging into your hips as if his life depended on it. the toothbrush landed in the sink with what would’ve been a distinct clink if not for the endless stream of moans spilling past your lips.

his pace was relentless, your body still waking up from the deep sleep you were in only minutes ago. the slightly sleepy state only hurtled you towards reaching that blissful high, your thighs trembling as they could barely stand their ground against his sudden onslaught.

a large hand grabs a hold of your head, forcibly snapping your attention up so you have no choice but to see yourself in the reflection. your eyes were barely opened but you could see the toothpaste smeared across your lips, a sliver of drool dripping out from the corner of your mouth as he continued to ruin you.

your eyes fight to match his gaze in the mirror before meeting a dark and hungry look that had you clenching around his length — further encouraging him to make a mess out of you before you so much as said good morning.

[fairiesthesecond]

“What are you doing?” I rub his back, sitting up next to him while he lies on his belly on the carpet.

“Peeing,” he says, smiling sheepishly.

He just smoked a little bit and his diaper always gets so wet when he’s high.

“I thought so. Let me know if you need a change.”

He shakes his head. “I can do that myself.” He rolls over onto his back, looking up at me.

“I really doubt that…” I put my hand up his shirt and rub his belly. “You’re going to want one later. You’re too high to do it by yourself.”

“I can so do it by myself,” he says, pulling in his legs and shifting his knees up to the ceiling, feet flat on the floor. I can tell he’s still peeing.

“No way. You’d get lost halfway through and pee all over the floor.”

“That only happened one time,” he mumbles, looking at the ceiling.

“That happened twice.”

“But it was on the same night…so, it was basically just one time.”

“Uh-huh…whatever you say.” I slide my hand further up his chest, feeling where his skinny belly meets his chest, sliding my hand over his nipple. “Let’s just get this off you.” I help him pull his shirt over his head.

“Hmm,” he murmurs. “What’s gonna happen now?”

“I think I need to kiss you. You look really cute right now.”

He smiles and giggles a little bit as I lean down and kiss him, first on his cheek and then the corner of his mouth. I kiss him properly on the lips and he moans into my mouth.

“You like that?” I climb on top of him and kiss him on his neck and then his collarbone.

“Yeahh…” he sighs. His legs fall open under me and his hips start to scoot upward.

“Let’s get these off you,” I say, straddling him and undoing his belt buckle. I move between his legs and they keep scooting up until he’s almost in the position I usually change him in when he needs it.

“Yeah, let’s get these off me.”

[mearchy]

Does anyone want to tell me their favorite - or their most recent - nitpicky logistical headcanon for something in the gffa? I am talking EXTREMELY nitpicky. Like I fucking love when people come up with long convoluted explanations for why building materials are shaped that way, or how dishes get washed, or how instruments work, or why flora and fauna look like that, or what health codes are in a particular place. When you aren’t agonizing over finding The One Real Explanation it can be so much fun just to suppose. To conjecture. Spitball. Brainstorm. and so on.

[pumpkinphrog]

❗❗❗❗THIS GUY❗❗❗❗

[cloud-somersault]

i think the biggest issue this fandom has is boiling issues down to be "black or white" instead of seeing the nuance and decision-making and motives behind it. seeing characters as "good" or "bad" based on one action.

or..thinking that everything in fanfic should adhere to actual human standards, like "they both need to go to therapy, that's the solution and the only solution and that's what they need to do. even if that solution doesn't suit the characters or the world they live in, it's what needs to happen."

Or "both of these characters need to sit down and talk out their problems in one session and get to the bottom of everything. even if that doesn't reflect what commonly happens in real life in complicated relationships. They need to disclose all the information they have and not lie to each other and not hide things and be completely honest, even if that goes against their character."

Biggest one is "This is how I interpret this situation going down, but it's not what the majority of the fandom thinks and it's not completely routed in truth because things are still ambiguous in canon. Regardless, I will put forth my truth to every fandom person I meet and go out of my way to ask others if the content they made is suited for me specifically."

like????🙄

[chongoblog]

I’ve never seen Nichijou, but I have seen the American version (King of the Hill)

[piratesexmachine420]

There's something kind of fittingly symmetrical about how Evangelion's production problems start catching up with it as it goes on.

With every new reveal we find ourselves direr straits than before. Things seem like they couldn't get any worse and then they do. From bad to worse to horrifying to the end. That end. The End. (1997).

As everything collapses around our protagonists the production quality dips with it, like the fabric of reality itself is buckling under the weight of the trauma. It makes the final fight between Asuka and the MPEs even more heartbreaking that the everything is going right for her in-universe and outside, that everything is beautiful, dynamic, Sakuga (to borrow a term) and it isn't enough. You lose! Shinji's on the wrong page with everyone else and he's gonna make it their problem.

Likewise, the fact that the original negative was lost for Splitting of the Breast (Episode 16) is...well, unfortunate, but of all the episodes it could've happened to the fact that it's the episode Shinji spends most of swallowed inside an alien slowly asphyxiating in contaminated fluid that's "the grainy one" is...well, symmetrical. You really feel like you're dying of carbon dioxide poisoning when watching.

It's a good show, is what I'm trying to say.