#they get

[that-one-annoying-fan-girl]

Pjo spoiler:

If that isn’t the vibe of the vibe of the entire first book

People assuming Percy should know shit that he doesn’t and him just being confused

[wiirocku]

Proverbs 31:9 (NLT) - Yes, speak up for the poor and helpless, and see that they get justice.

[urlocalsadkid-l]

how to tell if my (chronic ??) pain is bad enough for things to help?

[lozeyart]

Your boy is working on his Cats fantasy AU again

[theartificialdane]

“So you just pound it to the rhythm?”

“Yes bitch!” Vanjie smirked, looking over his shoulder and up at Brooke. “Giving it to that wet ass pussy!”

“Ew-“ Brooke wrinkled his nose.

“No!” Vanjie spun, slapping his arm, “don’t be that kinda gay.”

“Sorry-“ Brooke shrugged, a smile on his lips. “So, I just lay down, and fuck the wet ass pussy?”

“Mmmh!”

“Let me see that one more time.”

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@VanessaVanjie is live

“Are you starting the music?”

Brooke is smirking, his blue eyes filled with mischief. He’s leaning forward, a hotel room behind him. He’s wearing red sweatpants, and a white t-shirt.

“You ready?” Vanjie’s voice comes from behind the camera.

“Hit it.”

There’s some hoes in this house

Brooke turns and crouches down, hands on his legs as he starts to twerk.

“‘Member the hands!”

Brooke laughs, and holds his hands out, doing the little flaps.

There’s some hoes is this house

“Biiiiitch-“ Vanjie whispers.

Now from the top

Brooke spins, and kicks at the camera

“Yes Mami!!”

Make it drop

Brooke falls to his hands, catching himself in a handstand and twerking again

That’s some wet ass pussy

“C’mon toes!!”

Brooke laughs, getting up before he falls down to the floor, pulling on leg up, the red sweats sinfully tight over his ass, his hand hammering the ground as he fucks it to the beat of the music.

That’s some wet ass pussy

Brooke looks at the camera, a smirk on his, a single blonde curl sticking to his forehead, and Vanjie clearly moans, a surprised gasp coming from him.

[toadcircus]

feeling socially inadequate IRL leads to people being needlessly and weirdly rude and inkind to people online because it is the only time when they can have the upper hand and take out their frustrations of not being liked. this is what 99% of discourse blog interaction is about thanks for coming to my tedtalk

[kakkoweeb]

Iwaoi with #5, please!

hope you got done with your exam!! and that this iwaoi serves as a bit of a reward? can you believe this is my first iwaoi

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

Hajime started at the sound of his husband’s voice, and moved his eyes away from the trees and the sky and everything else he thought to look at to distract himself to lock their gazes. Tooru looked a little too good with a baby—Takahiro and Issei’s quite cute, newly-adopted son, to be exact—bundled up and sleeping in his arms and his face covered in a mix of shock and concern, a stark contrast to all the cutesy faces he’d been making since he was put in charge of the child.

“What would I be jealous of?” Hajime asked.

“Well, I’ve been cuddling Makki and Mattsun’s little baby for a while now.” He lightly rocked the boy, gave Hajime an expectant, cheeky grin. “Maybe my big baby Iwa-chan wants a little affection too?”

“Psh. Get real.”

“No, seriously,” Tooru said, dropping the act and studying him in earnest, “is something the matter? You’ve been really quiet and staring at—well, anything but me since we got here. Are you jealous? Do you want to hold him too?”

The extraordinary sensation had been plaguing him since they got here, indeed, but Hajime considered it more ‘longing’ than it was ‘jealousy’. Takahiro and Issei were still perpetually ten-year olds but still an old married couple, certainly getting old now that they were going to have an actual ten-year old in their family some years into the future. They looked so happy and seemed to fit so well together, all three of them, that Hajime couldn’t help his imagination running wild, forming images in which life was the same for him—for him and for the man that he yearned to become the same kind of sappy, overjoyed, old married couple with.

Maybe it was jealousy after all.

“Okay, fine, I’m jealous,” he admitted, held a hand up when Tooru moved to pass the sleeping boy onto him, “but not of you, or the baby.”

“Then who?”

Hajime exhaled through his nose. “The…proud parents.”

Tooru’s contemplative expression froze on his face well enough for Hajime to watch it slowly change, melt amidst a sea of light pink skin and into one of wide eyes and teeth sinking into lips and rapid blinks. He swallowed, turned away, but even at an angle Hajime could see the unrealistic curl of his mouth, desperate not to form a smile, and the slight tremble of his fingers equally desperate not to suddenly drop the fragile life he had in his hands.

“Huh,” he said, voice shaking in the same way it did whenever there was a surprise he didn’t want to spoil, and laughed, “and here I thought you’ve had enough of me crying and waking you up at night.”

“Sometimes,” Hajime said, after his own short laugh. “But you’re not quite the right size.” 

This time, Tooru allowed his smile to reach his slightly-teary eyes, directed both of them at Hajime. “Are you serious?” he whispered, like he couldn’t afford to speak any louder.

“When am I ever not about you?”

Tooru squeezed his eyes shut, the wrinkling of his nose pulling at Hajime’s own smile, and took one deep and controlled breath. “We need to find Makki and Mattsun and give them their baby back.”

“Hm? Why?”

“So that I can hug you—” Tooru hurled himself in Hajime’s direction, stopped himself from crashing just in time to plant a quick kiss on his husband’s cheek “—and we can talk about our own.”

He trotted away, quickly but carefully enough not to jostle their best friends’ pride and joy awake, and as he followed, Hajime’s smile didn’t fade, knowing full well and yet still excited to see just how good Tooru was going to be with a kid.