#yeah prob

[noihavenosanitythanksforasking]

tired of pretending that christians dont pmo so badddd

[gh0stj0y]

lil robby sketch. will prob draw him covered in blood later heart emoji

[tabris-the-seventeenth-angel]

let watson hit milverton with a chair day is so funny for us specifically as a system and y'all get why now

>our favorite sherlock adaptation doesn't include the original scene

>instead, watson literally never meets milverton

>also milverton jumps out a window like 7 stories up into the ocean and sherlock shoots him in the back like 5 times and burns down his mansion

>he did this cause milverton threatened to blackmail mary (and also sherly's boyfriend. who gave negative shits about being blackmailed and was there with a gun during this btw)

>we have introjects of this adaptation's sherlock and watson, but no milverton (THANK GOD)

>in-headspace, sherlock fucking summoned a cardboard cutout of milverton and gave watson a chair

>we've all been taking turns hitting the milverton cutout with a chair since we woke up

[moon9931]

I still haven't found a name for her yet

pants reveal

kinda changed her design a lil bit just a lil bit shshshshh

guys can you guess where favorite color guess guess guess!!

[hangmanssunnies]

Maybe 8 and 14?🥺👉🏻👈🏻

8. mumbling unintelligibly into the embrace & 14. cuddles after being touch-starved

Hangman could only remember three things while Marlee drove him home from the bar. She peeled them off the ground and bet Coyote a whole piece of chocolate fudge that he couldn't get in the car by himself. Hangman only giggled a little bit when Coyote jumped up so fast he nearly fell face-first into Marlee's lap through her open window to kiss her. Coyote would have kept trying to kiss his wife, too, if Jake hadn't helped pull him from half hanging out of the car. Then, Marlee made Javy sit in the back so he wouldn't get handsy with Seresin in the vehicle. A statement that made Hangman roar with laughter, and he almost forgot his list. Loosening his watch band a notch, Jake repeats his list.

Lock the doors.

Three doors, six locks. The front: one deadbolt that turns to the left, but a handle walk that locks to the right. Hangman shakes the reminder he needs to switch the locks to match away from his head. He knows if he doesn't finish the list, he will lose it in the wild and random whims of his brain. The garage door had a handle lock that locked to the left and a chain that slides into place but has to be pushed down to notch into place. Then finally, the back door, it was easy a deadbolt that locked towards the right and a bar behind the door.

2. Drink one bottle; take a bottle.

His tired and true hangover prevention method. When Hangman layered in water and then did a DOTO routine, he would wake up feeling better than ever. A hack that had gifted him the last six years hangover free. (Paired with generally drinking less) The nights he would remember to take his lemon mint-infused water, Jake would sometimes wake up the next morning and actually run an extra mile. There was something about the high a good night out and social interaction would fill his battery to 100%. It was an easy high to chase, one Seresin would often find himself chasing before he understood how to balance out. Too many nights of people, fun, and drinks were bad for his health; On the flip staying at home and not doing anything but reading the Stormlight Archives and work burned Jake out too. With age, Jake had gotten better at finding and living in the middle ground, doing his best to moderate the highs and lows. Nowadays, it was easier than ever, hardly more than the occasional consideration because Jake had you. And you had changed everything for him.

3. do NOT kiss Sugar goodnight.

Jake repeated that one six times more than the others. He was the most worried about forgetting it. It was his personal mantra for the night. Jake had even accidentally blurted it out to Javy and Marlee instead of actually saying goodnight. Coyote removed his lips from Marlee's neck and stared at Jake for 30 straight seconds before doubling over with laughter, disappearing in the back seat once more out of eyesight. Marlee had smiled wolfishly before wishing him "good luck with his sugar." Jake didn't know why he could possibly need good luck to complete his list.

The first two tasks were simple. Once Jake was in the dim light of the house, he locked the doors in left, right, left, slide, down, notch, right, kick. Then Jake got his water and made it all the way up the stairs. Unfortunately, the stairs are where his plan falls apart. Jake wryly thinks it seems that they often are for him. Maybe he should be more conscious of the puzzle curses he lets in his home.

You left your door open, and he could see you half awake, half asleep. You have something playing, and Jake is drawn to your doorway. All you have to give him is a half smile and a wave. It's always easy for you to activate the homing signal in his chest, then pull on the magnet there right to your side. Right where Jake knows he belongs.

'Do NOT kiss her goodnight,' Jake reminds himself again. However, his mouth does sometimes seem to have a mind of its own. His lips graze your pulse point of the hand you stretched out for him. Just that small touch is enough to set him on fire. If he ever allows himself more, Jake isn't confident he would be able to stop himself from not trying to fuse himself to you. He was content to be some barnacle to your life. Jake somehow finds the strength to pull away, but then you shock him by pulling him close.

There is no option but to melt into your embrace as you hold him. You are half-mumbling questions about how his night went. None of them really make sense, but Jake doesn't mind. The longer he is there, the more Jake's own eyes start to drift closed. Before he is too consumed, Jake nudges you into a more comfortable position.

He runs through his list again, checking them off in his head. Then he gets to the last one, and half whispers it to himself.

"Kiss goodnight," Jake says, nodding his head slowly.

Then he hears you hum in acknowledgment. You tilt your face from where you've pressed it into his shoulder, and Jake does the same to get a better look at you. Your lips brush his, once, then twice. It's a movement that's more sleep thanconscious. It's not even a thought to follow your mouth for one more small lingering touch.

Jake doesn't process what's happened until he is already past the precipice of sleep. And at that point, he can't tell if it was a dream. Or if that third item on his to-do list really was to get some sugar from his sugar.

[bam-monsterhospital]

people who come up with pokemon teams for the strawhats, but then refuse to give sanji any of the NUMEROUS food-related babbus?

cowards

[mcrredacted]

i can get frank pregnant with my strap probably right

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[subpixie420]

does weed actually make sex better or is that just a meme?

It definitely makes it better for my girl (she doesn't smoke that often tho so she gets super high which I'm sure is nice)

For me it's a hit or miss. Sometimes it amplifies things because my body is so relaxed and other times it makes me almost too tired to want to be physical.