“I am perfectly sincere,” Alice said. “I would like to work on our friendship.”
This may literally be the best last line I’ve read in a while. You will, of course, need to read the fic to get context to understand.
*Boy, that sure is catchy
this is every marvel trailer ever im sobbing ont he floor i can literally envision steve rogers narrating while tony stark punches something in rhythm of the beat
And it’s effective, isn’t it.
What is it?
I put together some vulcan smooches for you, because I love you.
Vulcan husband-wife kiss:
Adorable.
Vulcan mother-child kiss:
D'AWWW
Sexy vulcan makeout:
ooh yeah get some
Vulcan–wait what
what are are you doing
oh my god
stop
yeah so I don’t know what this equates to in human terms
but I’m pretty sure if you did it in public on Vulcan it would get you arrested
louie belpedio makes an insane stick save to prevent an empty net goal
Hockey——the many levels of affection.
[zimbits for @omgcp-tropechallenge : soulbonds, ~1k, pg-13.]
That first summer back in Georgia, Bitty doesn't notice that he and Jack had bonded at some point during the semester, no. He's spending the first few weeks home hiding in his room anyway, a cool washcloth over his eyes while the fan does its best to make any kind of breeze happen. By the time he's out and about again, counseling the kids at camp, the headaches and dizzy spells, the permanent light nausea, don't even really register beyond a vague feeling of Jack was right, I gotta take it easy. Separation sickness doesn't even enter his mind.
san jose sharks, western conference champions / may 25 2016
do actors get boners while making sex scenes this is one of the things i’ve wondered my whole life
Idk if you actually care for the answer, but they have to put their dicks in little sleeves that attach to the leg so if they get a boner it just get held down.
that sounds like a garment that should be sold everywhere and considered polite if not mandatory to wear, like bras
Omg I can’t
As a guy I second this.
If I have to wear a titty sling because there might be an event where it becomes chilly and my nip noops become visible through my shirt, people who have a peenor should be expected to wear a peenor sling in case there is an event where a gentle breeze occurs and their peenor becomes erect.
I kind of feel like if we’re gonna do that we should go all-out and they should be IMPOSSIBLE to size, VERY expensive, flimsy, and made of uncomfortable, itchy materials.
And the little ones should have cute designs but the big ones only come in white,black, and tan
and there should be a company that sells them called Victor’s Secret, that has uncomfortably large, close-up photos of enormously-endowed male “angels” stuffed into their gorgeous little pouches spread all over every mall and TV channel, which changes societal expectations on penis size as a whole, so that men who don’t have incredibly large penises feel impossibly inadequate and feel compelled to make up for it by spending a fortune on overpriced penis pouches as a way of compensating.
Then Victor’s Secret should be sure not to actually carry any of these garments in the sizes that they advertise, so that only modestly-endowed men have the privilege of being seen in the shop, which is the type of place that simultaneously clamors for huge dicks, but refuses to cater to them in any way, leaving everyone involved vaguely uncomfortable and slightly ashamed.
Dean Appreciation Week
Favorite Feature(s): Eyes, Freckles, Hands, Back
jamie/segs, a/b/o dynamics, modern day royals au. I can't seem to write a story right now, but snippets still work, so here we go. yes, there is an actual story that goes with this but um, that one's not done yet. or anytime soon.
"Stop looking like you're trying to set people on fire with the power of your mind," Brownie whispers, nudging Tyler with his elbow.
"Just thinking about stabbing them," Tyler says, sipping on his glass and trying for patience, which, like, such a fucking lost cause. "With a rusty spoon, right into their mooning faces."
On the ballroom floor, Jamie is ducking his head, blushing when Minister van Bokhoven steps up to him just as the music stops and Lady Hill has no other choice but let go of Jamie.
Tyler downs the rest of his glass when the music starts again and Jamie and Minister van Bokhoven stumble their way into dancing. Figuring out who leads isn't that easy for two alphas but come on, Jamie's the king-to-be, what even. In the end, Jamie grimaces and straightens, grips the Minister's hand firmly and just -- does his thing. The one where he takes charge without being an ass about it, making it easy for people to let him, and Tyler bites back a sigh. They could be in bed right now, put Jamie's instincts to better use.
supermassive black hole // muse
oh, baby, don’t you know i suffer? oh, baby, can you hear me moan? you caught me under false pretenses how long before you let me go?
