can i a lick those fingers

Richonne looking good in 7x04

Rick running his fingers through his hair is why I live.

Their chemistry is so palpable. Even during moments of tension.

That forearm vein needs it’s own Instagram account.

Rick singing: “Looking good plenty tight. Tell me is there any more room for me.In those jeans”

That warning look. Rick Grimes is still with us.

Defiance never looked so good.

Rick licking his lips is making me feel things.

She is so beautiful I can’t deal.

The emotion in his eyes is killing me. He loves this woman so much and doesn’t want to lose her. Ugh. The feels.

Michonne is the definition of a good woman/partner. She is always there to reassure her man and to give him confidence in himself even when they’re not seeing eye to eye.

They don’t even have to touch for me to lose my shit.

This episode once again pointed out to the masses that RICHONNE LOVE EACH OTHER AND THEY’RE HERE TO STAY.

chocolatewitchharmony  asked:

Do you think the theory about Gendry being Cersei's son might be true?

So if Jojenpaste is a theory I understand even though I think it’s unlikely, this one just baffles me to no end. Cersei has no motivation whatsoever to bear Robert’s child, and the text from AGOT to AFFC makes it clear she didn’t:

“Your Robert got me with child once,” she said, her voice thick with contempt. “My brother found a woman to cleanse me. He never knew. If truth be told, I can scarcely bear for him to touch me, and I have not let him inside me for years. I know other ways to pleasure him, when he leaves his whores long enough to stagger up to my bedchamber. Whatever we do, the king is usually so drunk that he’s forgotten it all by the next morning.”

Whilst you snored, I would lick your sons off my face and fingers one by one, all those pale sticky princes. You claimed your rights, my lord, but in the darkness I would eat your heirs.

Also, I mean, she’s the Queen. Pulling off assignations with Jaime is tricky enough. Carrying a pregnancy to term in secrecy is simply not possible. 

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My dear Hal,

you look absolutely delicious all wet and rumpled. Your hands are the most beautiful ones I ever saw. All slender, with delicate fingers and so long. And I’d love to lick that throat of yours. Touch that bulging vein with my tongue. You are sexy beyond description and make me think about debauchery things. My mind wanders to places that make me equally wet as you are. You are really filthy and dirty. And I don’t mean that in a good way. The mud is coming of in pieces from your skin. Please take a bath in something else than wine or ale. I’d help you with that. 

SUBWAY SLEEPER, pt. 2

pt. 1


“This is bordering on some truly interesting psychopathy,” Lydia notes, pouting up her lips and idly tapping her fingers on Stiles’ desk.  She muses aloud, half-spinning in his chair, “I bet I could do a decent thesis on you.”

Stiles shushes her.  This is not a laughing matter; he’s closing in on something here.  He glances between the metro map he’s pinned up and the one he’s drawn on the wall, huge Xs through an admittedly small percentage of the stops.

“I have no idea where he gets on!” he groans in frustration, jamming the marker into his other hand.  Which is when he realizes he has ink on the tips of those fingers.  He licks them, rubs them together and frowns when the marks don’t fade in the slightest.  He shakes it off and goes back to the map, jabs the marker cap into his chin and says deductively, “There are only so many stops he can get on, right?  And yet every time I see him, he’s out freaking cold.  If I could just find my patient zero…”

“That doesn’t make sense,” Lydia interrupts primly, “He’s not a disease.”  She pauses for a second.  “Though you’re certainly acting as though you’re sick in the head,” she mutters under her breath.

“Fine,” Stiles concedes.  “If I could just find the nexus point, the start of it all, where his journey begins, then!  Hah, then!  Then I could see what color his eyes are,” he trails off dreamily, snapping out of it at Lydia’s judgmental face.  He coughs.  “He has to be awake to step onto the train, right, so all I have to do is—”

“You’re purposefully ignoring the idea that maybe he lives there,” Lydia butts in with a sharp smile, like she thinks announcing that Stiles’ future husband might be homeless is going to shame him into being less obsessive about him.

As freaking if.  This is his soulmate he’s talking about here.

“I wish he lived there!  Do you know how appealing that would make me look?  He’d have to go for me, then.”  Stiles flops down in the armchair he’s turned to face the wall and frowns.  “As it is, he’s probably some kind of prince or heir or god.”

Lydia rolls her eyes.  “Each as likely as the one before it, of course.”  She lets out a long breath through her nose and suggests perkily, “Have you ever considered that maybe he’s faking so he doesn’t have to talk to you?  You said you’ve tried waking him.”

And Stiles had.  Sort of.  Mostly he’d just boldly touched his future husband’s knee with the tips of his fingers.  (His skin was warm even through the patch on his jeans and Stiles had felt like a total creep and gotten off at a stop that wasn’t his in an effort to flee from his own weird behavior.)  He’d also made the odd loud noise that had gone completely ignored by not just his future husband, but everyone else on the metro.

“Meaning the options are: he’s a figment of your imagination – and then I’m definitely using you as the subject of my thesis, he’s a ghost, or he’s ignoring you.”

Well.  That sums it up nicely.

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anonymous asked:

I can't stop thinking about those big hands of his and how it would be to just have him feed me chocolate covered strawberries and when he catches the juice on his fingers and licks them off. Or if he makes me lick them off his fingers.

Probably the later, he’d like feeding his lover and have them lick his fingers, bet he watches their tongue like a hawk.

anonymous asked:

Hey! You are amazing, I've like 8 orgasms with your blog, my hands are tired, my pussy is soaking wet, and I want to keep going. You are truly amazing, I kinda love you

Why stop at 8 if you can have more? If your hands are too tired I’d be happy to use mines! I’ll rub your clit and push my fingers into you. Slowly teasing you as my fingers make their way deeper while my other hand roll your clit under my thumb. I can even use my mouth to kiss and lick your inner thighs while my fingers begin to pump into, rubbing your inner walls while I massage your clit. I mean I can do those things if you want. ;)

anonymous asked:

This might sound really really wrong but I'd love to scratch at those mouse poison blocks because the look like they'd have a nice scratchable surface and it'd like be cool Idk it's a really bad idea though

I hate mouse/rat poison (bc I’m sensitive and sympathize with the mice/rats ;w; ), but I kinda get what you mean! The texture kinda reminds me of something, but I can’t put my finger on what it is?? Like, it looks dense and smooth and maybe the slightest bit sticky!

(EDIT: I think I’m thinking of salt licks!)

INDEED A VERY BAD IDEA THOUGH, don’t handle any kind of pesticide/insecticide unless you’re using it for its intended purpose y’all!!

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I COULDN’T HELP BUT DRAW LADYNOIR VERSION OF THIS COMIC because it was just far too precious ;u; Just imagine Ladybug getting a small cut on her finger and then Chat is like, “Let me heal that for you, my lady.” with that cheeky smile of his and licks her! Ahhhhhhh~~ So charming as always. c:

For those wondering, the original comic/manga is from a shoujo manga called Horimiya. It’s a great shoujo manga, highly recommend it if you’re into shoujo! Art is, as you can see, very beautiful as well c:

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It was a simple touch, but touch was one of those things the Parabatai bond wanted.  It’s why they got away with hanging over one another for all these years.  Even though it had meant nothing to Jace before these moments.

He smiled as he took a sip of his coffee before sitting down beside Alec.

“Coffee on your side table.”

Apollo came over to him and started licking his hand.  He ran his fingers through the pup’s soft fur.

“I think we should go out for breakfast.  Then we can come back and get Apollo and bring him for a walk in the park.  Just the two of us.  In the mundane world where we can actually be a couple.”

Groaning as his body twisted, laying on his back and stretching out his long body to loosen it, before he slowly sat up and reached over for the coffee, taking a sip with a satisfied sigh. “That is good coffee…” Scooting closer to Jace, he leaned into him. 

Looking to him with a loving gaze. “I’d love that…just you and me…” His heart fluttered as he thought about it, the two of them out in the open hand in hand ‘as a couple’. “Hmm…a couple…” Laying his head on Jace’ shoulder. “I like the sound of that…”