#that tag

[fayprocastinates]

Comments from: Grease Pit

[francestarchive]

i don't want to post about francis on my private twitter anymore so i'm going public what's up tumblr

[rainydaygotham]

I can never tell if all your Tim posts are stalker Tim when he just wears down reader enough she sees his creepy shit as cute, or if it’s Tim if he met reader a a regular person would and got into a relationship with her as a regular person would?

Also if there are differences? Could you elaborate what the main differences between regular Tim and lovesick Tim is so I can understand if these are lovesick Tim hcs or regular Tim hcs?

i could probablt explain this better sober but. if it has the tag then it’s the freaky boy 😂

[the-senates-one-fear]

Modern Din Djarin is just a biker boy (he doesn't know it or understand it) delivery driver who straps his son to his back and gives heart attacks to witnesses

[panaceatthedisco]

Every time I remember that Korkie exists I giggle a little

[westywallowing]

,,,are we sure they really have se-

[zushimart]

scara scolding you when u rut up against the curve of his ass while he’s preoccupied playing on his switch or sumthin berating u for being impatient all the whole he still let’s u fuck his thighs as long as u don’t fuck up his splatoon combo or pokémon gym match

you can’t even see his face with the way you’ve positioned him in your lap, chest pressed up against his. his head rests on your shoulder, arms held out behind you to keep playing his videogame. yet, scara’s heart thumps hard from the way your fingers dig into his waist to give you a little more leverage to fuck between his legs. your sweet, stuttered ‘thank you’s’ tickling his ear, so gracious despite his perceived disinterest. he abhors the effect… getting a little hot and a lot wet. he rolls his eyes and keeps up his stupid charade, gluing his gaze back on the screen… until your fingers bunch the bottom of his boxers up to expose more soft skin to defile, pressing scara’s thighs together around your dick tight. you keen his name low, dick rubbing against his clit through the fabric soaked by your and his arousal. he has to give up on his game to slap a hand over his mouth and muffle a whimper. it only gets worse as your pace picks up, rutting your hips up hard. scara takes a look between your chests to see the way the wet head of your dick peeks between his glistening thighs. he can’t help but whine, wishing there was nothing between you and the folds of his pussy. “d-distracting you?” you ask, voice close enough to make him shiver. he drops the switch and uses his newly freed hand to pinch you. “sorry,” you moan sweetly. he hates you, god, he hates you so much.