how can you be so goofy

Episode 500..just wow like wow

As I’m writing this I’m literally crying tears because of just how wonderful and sweet the ending to the naruto anime truly is. Like staying up till exactly 6:55 am to watch it was so worth it. I can barely type because there are tears on my screen but everything about it is just short and sweet and so so fucking beautiful. Like everyone looks so good and naruto and hinata just look so fucking happy to be together and I love this fucking show and manga so much.

I know I get really goofy with everything I draw but this series is like the only anime series that always make me cry like a child. Please watch this episode because it’s just too fucking wonderful of how my and a bunch of peoples childhood ended. Thank you and sorry for the long post.

Ten years from now I don’t want to tell the story of how I lost the boy of my dreams because I was too afraid to try. No, that’s not my story. This is my story.

I love you. Or at least I like you a lot. I don’t know how it works because I’ve never felt anything this strong before. That might sound crazy but it’s true. You are constantly in my head, like this annoying song stuck on repeat and you try to get it out of there but you can’t. And when we’re together I am insanely happy. And I say insanely because it’s just so much happiness that it almost drives me insane thinking about it. You are goofy and handsome and smart and incredible and so beautiful. Just all of you, in every way, is beautiful.

So maybe my story won’t end with you and me being together. Maybe we won’t ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after. But now I know I’ve tried. My story may not be perfect but at least I know that I wrote it, I didn’t let it write me.
—  Story time.

one of the things i love most about 21 chump street is the evolution of Anthony singing “light-skinnded, Puerto Rican, long hair, mature in the body, like woah” because at the beginning of the musical it’s so eager and hopeful and goofy and you can tell how infatuated and loony he is for her!! but after she betrays him and everything goes to dust and he sings it again his voice is DEVOID of hope and he sounds so defeated and crushed and he knows what he’s done wrong and his tone is so mournful.. like damn. talk about character development in sixteen minutes

In this world that is rapidly transforming into a digital realm, I want to remind people why we should take a break from it all and just simply enjoy each others company and embrace love. No social media. Just back to basics. Two people - in each other’s presence.

Remember the 1st stages? Being attracted by their vibe, exchanging numbers, the anticipation of the first real conversation which leads to the first date. Followed by endless late night talks and losing sleep. Road trips, Shopping, romantic walks in the city, driving to high points, smoking whilst talking under the moon light while the lights of the city flickers until sun rise. Acknowledging the chemistry and formulating a new bond. Phones go on silent so there are no interruptions. Letting your guard down and being goofy. Understanding each other’s sense of humour. Wanting some alone time, but with them of course. Playing nurse when they’re sick. Falling in love with their scent, and how after you hug them, you can smell it on your clothes for days. The first kiss/the first time you’re intimate. Sharing secrets. Vunerability. Love letters. Surprises. Sentimental gifts. Flowers. Holidays. Talking about them to your friends. Making it official. Introducing your parents. Reading together at night. Random surprise visits. Hugs/Kisses 24/7. Planning for a future. Driving down roads with beautiful houses.

That wonderful feeling of knowing that they’re just a phone call away. Comforting each other during hard times & when you’re apart, missing them, which allows you to value & appreciate those special moments you actually get to share.

We have become so preoccupied with social media and this digital life, that sometimes we forget the importance of appreciating our real life connections. Put the phone down & spend some quality time with each other & vibe. Nothing compares & nothing can measure. Don’t jeopardise real life connections for this digital realm - If you have something worthwhile, value it, there aint nothing out here b.

Dating Jonathan Byers Would Include


  • Photos. Let’s just get this out of the way here and now.
    • Photos of you, photos of the two of you, photos of you with his family –
    • According to Jonathan, there can never be enough photos of you
      • Well, he never outright says it, but you can assume such from his actions
    • Depending on how you are with getting your photos taken, there can be a mix of what kinds of pictures of you Jonathan has an abundance of
    • If you enjoy it, you model and pose quite a lot. There’s plenty of goofy pictures of you that were done to make him laugh
    • If you detest it, he tries to respect your wishes. Honestly, he does. But sometimes you just look so beautiful and natural and that profile of yours looks so right in this lighting and just –
      • *click* “… Did you just take a picture of me?” “I’m sorry..!!”
  • Meeting *because* of said profile looking great in lighting
    • You were honestly probably just getting some reading done while walking to your car/the bus/however you get to and from school. Jonathan happened to look your way, saw you, and became incredibly smitten
    • Normally he’d just take the picture he wanted with or without the subject’s awareness and move on with his day. With you, however… He felt different about doing that. Almost ashamed in himself if he did it without your awareness, or even permission
    • Nancy looks in the direction Jonathan has been staring at for nearly an entire minute and immediately knows what’s going on, suggesting that Jonathan just go talk you
    • Of course, Precious Picture-Taker™ is too shy to do it, so Nancy tries another route: Gently pushing him towards you until he’s about halfway to where you are
    • He was about to give up and walk away but you looked back at him just before he could. Poor soul froze and could feel his heart beating so fast it felt like it was encased in ice. Meanwhile, his face was growing warmer by the second
  • Jonathan was incredibly tongue-tied when you asked if you could help him. Nancy had to step in and say he was doing a senior project for photography and that you seemed to fit the criteria he’d told her about
    • His face said “What?”, his eyes said “Panic!”, but his heart said “Thank you, St. Nancy.”
      • After you two became a couple, you would occasionally tease him about how shy and cute he was being over “little ole you”
  • Him making you breakfast
    • It’s already a part of his regular routine, so if you spend the night at the Byer household or arrive there in the morning on the weekends or even school day, you can trust that there will be a fourth plate laid out and stacked with food for you
    • If he goes to pick you up in the morning to go to school, he packs you a bag with a breakfast burrito or breakfast sandwich
  • Being involved in a two-headed mother hen of a relationship
    • You’re protective of your lanky prince, always trying to get him to sleep more, making sure he’s dressed warmly in winter when he goes out to take pictures
      • You’ve stood up to many bullies and unsavory people on his behalf, much to his dismay (and much to his poor heart’s horror)
      • This includes his father, whom we will discuss later
    • Jonathan, however, is virtually the same with you. In fact, he might even be even more of a mother hen!
      • If you’re begging him to put on gloves and a scarf, he’s darn-well making certain that you’re doing exactly that – even when it’s not that cold out
        • God help you if you sneeze …
      • He carries a mini first-aid kit in the glove box of his car not long after you two begin dating, which he’s glad to have done after you once got a splinter during a walk
      • You’re pretty sure he just plain likes feeding you because even beyond packing you breakfasts (which he makes because he thinks you aren’t being healthy enough), he’s always offering you snacks or has some on standby
      • Jonathan isn’t a confrontational person, but he will throw fists if somebody speaks ill of you
        • (To be honest, as upset as it makes you to see him hurt, you need to admit that there’s something attractive about seeing him get animalistic
      • Clarification: Jonathan is definitely the bigger mother hen
  • Developing a big sis-type relationship with Will and his friends
    • You learn a bit about Dungeons and Dragons for his sake before realizing it’s pretty fun. You want to join the group at some point, and agree to do so after Mike’s current campaign is over so that you don’t feel like you’re intruding
    • You inherently become protective of Will and make it your vow to mess up anyone who dares mess with him
      • Jonathan quietly appreciates this
  • Joyce adoring you and always ready to save a spot for you at the dinner table. The Byers household ultimately becomes your home away from home
    • She’s just so happy that her eldest son not only has a significant other, but one who treats him properly and embraces his oft ridiculed characteristics
    • (However, if you spend the night or anything, she still would prefer his bedroom door stay open. Just an involved mother’s preference)
    • She always makes sure you go home with a plate of something
      • Since Jonathan is the photographer, there aren’t too many photos with which she can embarrass him with – doesn’t mean that there aren’t any at all, though
  • The first time you meet Jonathan and Will’s deadbeat father, you try to hold your tongue. However, the keyword here is “try” because you ultimately failed
    • The moment that bastard uttered a single word about Joyce and/or her boys, you were hot as a studio light
    • You were cussing and screaming and calling out as though you were getting paid for it, growing hot in the face
    • Meanwhile, Jonathan stood there for a few moments, completely gobsmacked: Even when faced with ridicule back in Hawkins, he’d never seen you so pissed
      • When he finally comes back to reality, however, his instincts kick in and he gently ushers you away.
      • He can’t tell why his face is red: It’s not embarrassment, he decides, but maybe it’s a little closer to shock, pride, and … excitement?
  • Double dates with Nancy and Steve
  • Nobody telling you about the Upside Down or anything that happened until at least a year into the relationship
    • You’re not exactly upset that such information was withheld. How could you be when you’re too busy being horrified at the trauma everyone has surely gone through
    • As a result, you become a lot more affectionate towards Jonathan, always nervous that somewhere deep down he’s still very much frightened over his experiences. Speaking of affection, though …
  • PDA being a very quiet, tame thing between you two
    • Jonathan, being the closed off person that he is, isn’t necessarily going out of his way to show PDA in the way that most of your peers are.
    • At most, he’ll peck you on the lips or hold your hand. But in every peck and every hand-holding moment, you can feel the growing love he has for you, never allowing you to doubt his intentions even once
  • In private, Jonathan still exhibits slight hesitancy to show bigger, more emphasized forms of affection towards you, often fidgeting when you two are sitting together and watching a movie
    • He may need some encouragement or a clear sentence where you consent to him wrapping an arm around your shoulders
    • Once you get him cuddling, though, Jonny’s as comfy as a kitten in a sun spot.
      • Nothing will stop him from nuzzling you and quietly sighing with content
      • The boy loves neck kisses, giving or receiving. He won’t do the former as often due to his shyness, however. But you rarely let this stop you from placing a quick peck on his own neck to receive a slight shutter or him turning his blushing face elsewhere
  • Jonathan can’t help but feel like any nickname he gives you sounds awkward falling from his mouth.
    • At most, he’ll call you “sweetie” or “honey” but he often winds up sounding so unsure or clumsy about it that you can’t help but giggle about it
    • You, however, go nuts with naming him things and he doesn’t seem to mind: Jon-Jon, Jonny, Jon Boy, Jo-Jo, Baby, My Tired Puppy, Jon-Bon, Stieglitz, Picture Perfect, etc. (After 1983, you begin referring to him as Jon Bon Jovi sometimes)
  • Blasting The Clash from his room when you’re over or when it comes on the radio in the car
  • Jonathan becoming so used to your bizarre comments and conversation topics that he’s barely phased by them anymore
    • He plays along with them, even offering genuine input when you ask for it
    • He never wants you to feel like you’re too strange or your thoughts are invalid – he knows that feeling all too well and would never wish that on anyone he cares about
    • As such, he invests himself into every conversation you have, even if he may not have any real thoughts on the subject matter. But if it’s important to you, then he at least needs to make an effort
  • Helping him prepare his portfolio for his NYU application
    • Jonathan was honestly a little nervous about telling you that his dream school was NYU – most wouldn’t imagine a shy, quiet guy from a town like Hawkins to be able to make it out of the neighboring cities, let alone to such a prestigious school in a big city.
    • His little heart did an entire gymnastics routine of shock and complete glee when, after he told you, you gained expression on your face and told him that you needed to start immediately to create the perfect portfolio
    • In the end, a great portion of the photos wind up including you in them or some aspect of you or something Jonathan later admits he finds symbolic of you
    • You want to ask him why, but you kind of already know: You’re his muse, simple as that
  • Enjoying just that: Life with Jonathan (when it’s not involving the Upside Down or whatever else is out there) is simple.
    • Not in a bad way, but in a sweet way, the kind of way that makes you think of cute diner dates on Friday evenings, walks for ideas for photos on Saturdays, baked pies for Sunday dinners.
    • The sweet feeling of holding hands as you walk down Main Street, making idle chitchat
    • Life with Jonathan feels like you’re eternally wrapped in one of his sweaters – which, much of the time, is plenty true
  • Always being so proud of him and knowing that you two are a team, be it for fighting against the supernatural odds, or for fighting against the more difficult parts of reality
    • He’s your weary-eyed prince, you’re his knuckle-bearing, fire-tongued princess

therosettaskull  asked:

how does one draw beards, besides selling their soul to Satan?

no soul-selling! it’s pretty simple

well, what i’m gonna show you is pretty simple

so let’s take these baby-faces:

having the jawline/chin/etc down pretty accurate is important! because the beard grows from there!

dudes all have a specific growth pattern on their face. when doing a 5 o’clock shadow, you can pretty much just follow that and fill it in with a gray/their hair color at a low opacity

with the growth pattern and jawlines and mind, it’s pretty easy to make a readable beard by doing little lines that follow those patterns! i never do a straight line to draw beards. it’s an option, but it’s tough to make look natural lol–i don’t even do that for comics! but once the hairs are curved along the jawline, i think getting rid of the visible jawline helps show thickness/structure to the beard itself

as beards get longer, you can lengthen the lines and make them have more minds of their own, as they begin to stop conforming with the face!

so that’s about it. if you want beards with a little more texture, remember that beards grow in layers. they grow just like hair! but…on..on the face.

as a beard might.

anonymous asked:

This is probably a extremely dumb question but how does one draw carefree? I am just so insanely stressed about my art and how it looks, so I literally can't even let myself doodle fun goofy things because my mental state is always telling me "that isn't art" i am just so stresssssed HOW DOES ONE NOT STRESS SO MUCH ?

no this is a really good question!! but it’s a tough one to answer because there isn’t a simple answer, like there’s not really a trick to it! but i’ll do my best to give a helpful answer!

i think a lot of this has to do with the relationship that you have with your art. i’ve met a lot of different kinds of people in art school, but there are a lot of people who feel this immense stress about drawing, and it seems like most of the time it’s because they put too much of themselves into their work! it’s this mindset of “drawing is stressful because if it comes out badly then that reflects on ME poorly.” but this isn’t true! if you find that you are taking your artwork so seriously to the point where the success of a piece is defining your worth, then it’s not a healthy relationship and you need to reevaluate it.

great artists can make bad stuff! not everything you make can be great, it’s impossible. all the fabulous artists that inspire you make ugly stuff too, they just don’t release those things into the public for you to see haha! they put out their best stuff!

you cannot let making bad things scare you away from making art and you can’t let it suck the enjoyment out of it. it’s easier said than done of course, but you have to consciously try to think differently! as you are working, you must tell yourself in your head that making something bad will not break you as an artist. if something’s not coming out great, then it’s fine! you will make something great in the future. no amount of time drawing is wasted–it’s all practice to help you improve, even if it’s happening so slowly that you can’t see it

ask yourself why making something bad bothers you to the point that it makes art stressful! are you trying to impress yourself? are you trying to impress other people? is art acting in place of self-worth? are you relying on art to be ‘that thing’ that defines you, that you’re good at, that makes you special? are your standards too high? why must every drawing be ‘art’? why can’t it just be a drawing? or a warm up? 

you need to distance yourself from your work. your relationship with art needs to be more casual! that doesn’t mean you can’t be passionate, but you cannot be dependent or obsessive about it to the point where you no longer love it and it becomes a source of stress for you. it’s kind of like relationships with people in that way! you don’t need more stress in your life!!

you also need confidence in your work. i don’t know if you make art as a hobby or if you would like to make it your career someday, but in order to enjoy it as a hobby or to be successful in your career, you NEED confidence! you need to feel confident that you make good work and that if you make something bad it doesn’t rip you apart because you can just try again another day and you can make something great!

i’ve honestly never felt this immense stress about making art that you’re feeling, but i can understand it in a different kind of way. art would become less enjoyable for me the more of a perfectionist i let myself be about it. so i taught myself how to loosen up (which is a separate topic) and how to stop caring so much! i told myself it doesn’t really matter. who cares!! i told myself i’d make something i liked more another day and had the confidence to believe it. i looked at artists that i really loved who didn’t work so tightly and they embraced fluid stuff and things that don’t have to look like highly rendered masterpieces. 

i’m trying to give you things to DO in order to change your mindset, but it’s not really that simple. like i do think that a lot of it is you CONSCIOUSLY trying to think differently, like thinking of more positive things when you catch yourself thinking negative things, but i also think this is something that takes time to change! it’s a very personal process that no one can tell you how to go through. gaining confidence in your work can take a long time for some people and you can’t just flip a switch to make it happen. as you grow and develop i think it will become easier!

i really hope this could be of some help to you!! let me know if you have any questions and i’ll add more to this if i think of anything else :o

EDIT: another helpful thing is to put up work that you are proud of around your workspace!! seeing things that you made that you still love and are proud of will help remind you that you CAN make great things and if you did it once you can do it again :) 

So many little girls always, always, always private message me about how they wish they could be like me. Hold up girl! Why would you want to be like me, when you can be awesome like you? Everyone in this entire world is so unique! So different!! Flaunt it! There is not one person like you! You are special!
You are awesome!! You rock!!!

People like confidence! People like goofy! People like you! I like you!

And if someone doesn’t like you, for you! You are not the problem, they are! 💋

I want my fellow tumblr users to stay safe

I want you guys to know the full effects of a Seabear attack and how to prevent it.

To keep a Seabear away:

-Play the Clarinet
-Wave your flashlight back and forth really fast (flashlights are their natural prey)
-Stomp around (They take that as a challenge)
-Ever eat cubed cheese
-Wear a sombrero in a goofy fashion
-Wear clown shoes
-Wear a hoop skirt
-And DON’T EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER screech like a chimpanzee

During a seabear attack:

-Draw an anti-sea-bear circle in the dirt around you (Seabears can not enter these circles, so you will be safe as long as you remain inside them)

-Run away from the Seabear
-Limp away from the Seabear
-Crawl away from the Seabear
-Make the Seabear hate you
-Draw an oval
If any of these actions are done it will result in the Seabear mauling you.

So please I beg of you to spread the word to keep everyone safe and aware of the dangers of a Seabear attack and what to do to prevent it. Please, think of the children.

After watching the latest episodes of the YOI dub, it’s not actually that bad


  • Yuri is so overly dramatic, and his reactions to everything are golden. He’s a lot of fun to watch.
  • Yurio’s voice is just SPOT ON. Perfect. 10/10.
  • Okay, i know we were all cringing and laughing at Vitya’s voice at first, but i’ve actually started to get used to it. Victor is a pretty weird guy, and this voice suits his goofy and inappropriate antics quite well.
  • As someone else pointed out, they don’t have to follow the translation word for word, like the subbed version. They can be way more creative and make it flow much better.


  • So, the russians get overly exaggerated accents, but the thai guy sounds californian???? Oh god, i can’t imagine how they’re gonna handle Chris…
when people saying mc in kbtbb is weak and a coward like have you seen who she's fucking bought by yh theyre  our funny group of dorky dorks but eisuke is a well known business man with millions of connections and if mc ran away or stepped out of line he could ruin her career permanently do that she can never work again and soryu is mobster and owns guns and has no problem shooting them if somebody steps out line, ota is a famous artist and could easily get reporters and shit after mc or !make up a story knowing the press will believe him and yeah baba is an adorable goofy goof but hes still a thief and mamoru a fucking cop so please tell me how you would handle that damn situation plus she was bought against her own will and met 5 strange men thinking the unimaginable "is something gonna happen to me? , will I die?, will I be raped?" All that jazz and tbh people saying she's a gold digger in eisuke route bro did you not see how many times she was hesitant to take whatever expensive thing he gave to her asking "are you sure?" And also no she isn't weak in my opinion 1. In eisukes route throughout the series she was strong and stood by him when shit went wrong and was there when he really needed a friend or someone close 2. In soryus route she risked her fucking life to go save him in hong Kong from getting killed by the other mob and in season two ran to him when he got hurt and even risked herself to bring back ryosuke in the sand storm and again in ota's when he was going through all thast shit yeah she left at some point cuz she felt she wasn't needed but she stood by ota when shit was being spread about him stealing art now again tell me how the fuck mc in kbtbb is weak cuz in opinion she's far from weak she did something non of us could of done in that situation and she's honestly my favourite mc

The trend of people criticizing SU’s storyboard style and character design is so boring. People keep calling it “unprofessional” that they use different artists with different styles. Like are you serious? This is a kid’s cartoon not your high school animation project, Suzy. They can do what they want and have fun with it, and how dare they hire multiple people and allow them to express their own style within the show? Some of the characters look goofy as hell sometimes depending on who boards it but like. Why is that a BAD thing? It’s a cartoon, things are allowed to be silly, holy fucking shit.

The level of entitlement is fucking ridiculous sometimes. Artists and writers aren’t obligated to do anything any certain way just for you. This includes artists who work on tv shows. 

anonymous asked:

Hi love your work especially your ravi smut i was wondering if i can make a ravi smut request . Them being together on a movie date night and reader complain from shoulder and back back pain so he offers her massage maybe a candle massage with hot oils . Would love it if u accept my request thanks ❤️

All Better:

“Ravi, have you gotten the popcorn ready?” You asked bending forward to plug up the cords from the HD sound system to your television set. Your boyfriend popped his red hot with a goofy smile nodding his head as his eyes gleamed.

“I’m all ready princess. How about you?” He asked walking towards the couch that had a plethora of blankets laid on top all ready for you two to enjoy the night before you. Grinning at Ravi you stood up and walked back to him, plopping down on a green blanket and once he opened his arms you crawled into his arms snuggling against his chest. Grabbing at the remote you flipped through countless movies on Netflix, settling for some cheesy romance love story you nodded your head happy with your choice. Ravi wrapped both of his hands around your waist pressing tiny kisses against your temple with a smile. He was home for the weekend and you told yourself no matter what you would do all that you could to make sure that you took up all his time without hesitation and so far, he wasn’t objecting.

As the opening credits rolled, you had already managed to bury your hand in the bowl of popcorn munching on the buttery goodness getting lost into the movie. It was always great when you could spend times like this with him because he was just an amazing man to you and you found yourself always falling deeper for him, especially when you would cast your eyes up to his face looking at his full lips and strong jaw structure. He was a very attractive man to you but if you kept staring at him he would know your game and know what’s up. So, with a soft sigh you told yourself to focus on the movie at hand clicking your tongue gently.

Some time had passed and you couldn’t stop squirming rolling your shoulders back you took deep breaths biting on your lip. “Something wrong baby?” Ravi asked gently stroking his fingertips up and down your left side along your hip bone.

“Ah, I’m just sore love. Nothing that sleep won’t work off. The job has been getting intense lately and I know it’s going to clear up! But, just for now it’s a large over work.” You grumbled softly thinking about the hectic hours you were about to have to put in and how much you needed to get done while the silence filled the room once again.

“Well.. You do remember that I have my oils and things like that, right? I am sure a massage could help loosen you up a bit.” He suggested causing you to smile and shake your head.

“No baby it’s ok! Really-fuck.” Your little speech was interrupted by a groan of pleasure bubbling up from your throat. Ravi had his hands on your shoulders, the pads of his thumbs and fingers pressing into your skin to create a pleasurable sensation that you hadn’t felt in a while. All the soreness and tension seemed to drain from your body as you looked up at him with pouty lips once he pulled back. He went back to watching the movie and you slapped his arm. “Yah!” You huffed in mild annoyance turning to face him.

“Hm? Oh!” Ravi beamed eyeing you and licking across his bottom lip. “Well you said you didn’t want me to do it, so I thought that I’d just give you a minor show.” He nodded his head stroking his chin thoughtfully. “Does that mean you changed your mind?” He asked with a soft chuckle at how eager you were to nod your head. “Fine, stay here I’ll be right back.” He cooed leaning down to plant his lips against yours sweetly escaping back to the room you both shared.

“___ I’m ready!” Ravi called out for you sometime later, grinning to yourself you dashed towards the shared bedroom halting in your tracks as you looked around the room. The room was dimly lit with flickering candles decorated across the dresser over candle holders. The bed was cleared off expect for a silk dark purple sheet so that your body would be comfortable when you laid down. Ravi cleared his throat as he watched you before he opened his arms. “My beautiful queen. I need you to strip for me before we continue. You remember what happened the last time.” He gave a subtle wink but his eyes told you a different story. Huffing as your face heated up you pulled at the hems of your shirt lifting it up and off your body. The last time you two had ever done something like this, not only did the room almost go down in flames but oil was all over you clothes and you weren’t fortunate to get those stains out. Hands quickly unclasping your bra and pushing down your pajama bottoms and panties, you walked towards the bed climbing on it. Moving to lay with your stomach completely against the bed. The soft silk touching your breast caused you to bite your lip and remind yourself to stay calm. Your hands rested on the sheets with your palms facing upwards towards the ceiling. Ravi moved to spread your legs wider a bit, his hands quickly going to work. “Remember this is all about relaxing baby girl. It won’t do us any good if you get right back tense.” He patted your ass softly before he went towards the radio that was built into the wall synching his phone to it he let The Weekend play setting the mood a bit.

Ravi walked back to your body, his fingers skimming against all the oils that were lined up on your nightstand. He chose a lavender scented oil. He popped open the top, pouring the oil gently on a line from the dip of your back up to the middle of your back. Sitting the bottle down he used his hands to spread out the oil starting to rub it up and down the spot he applied it to. His hands were spread wide pressed down flat rubbing the oil into your skin. He smirked at his work, watching your body become wet for him. He grabbed at the oil again pouring more up from the middle of your back to the top of your shoulders. Working it into your skin more, he immediately went back to squeezing your shoulders applying pressure to the knotted areas. He watched as you tensed up, eyes growing dark he reached a hand down to slap across your ass reminding you of his rules. It only made you moan out at the touches of his hands and he felt proud to evoke such emotions from you.

“Good girl, just like that relax.” Ravi cooed, his fingers dancing across your shoulder blade. He grabbed at the bottle of oil, pouring it against your neck and at the tip of your back he squeezed the oil watching it run down in a line towards the crack of your ass. Ravi lifted his hands back up massaging the oil into your skin not squeezing too hard or too soft. It seemed just right. He was obviously proud of himself grinning like a wild cat. He kept getting distracted while he worked on your body though, his eyes kept wandering to your plump ass that was just there. How your legs were parted and you were just sprawled out there. He wanted to make you feel good in all ways. He let one hand slide back up to grip at your shoulders as his other hand trailed down to your ass. Your delicate oiled skin glistening under the candles. His fingertips danced across your ass cheeks while he squeezed harder at your shoulder his free hand poured oil on your ass and he rubbed it in as well slapping it a few times. He watched your face contort the tiny little sounds that flew past your lips as you focused on being still for him. Ever so slowly his fingers made their way down to cup your pussy, using his fingers to spread your lips apart he started to circle his middle finger around your clit slowly.

Your body was on fire and the noises that escaped your lips were everything including needy. Your hips remained still as his fingers stroked against your folds, his middle finger going faster and pressing down against the bud the oil from it causing you to get more slick for him. Ravi groaned moving the hand that was on your shoulder down to your middle back holding you in place. Watching you with hooded eyes he slipped his long index and middle finger inside of your dripping pussy feeling your tight walls clamp around him.

“Fuck, my baby girl is always so tight.” He commented, his fingers slowly sliding in and out of you. Your hips were eager to push back slightly against his fingers taking him deeper as he searched for your spot again. “That’s right baby, fuck this pretty little pussy on my fingers.” He groaned out removing his hand from your lower back. Ravi watched as your ass bounced from your hips moving, your hands gripping at the sheets as you looked back over your shoulder to meet his gaze. Ravi sped up his fingers making a scooping motion with his fingers pressing them against every spot and scissoring them until you were panting lifting your ass higher in the air for him once he found your spot.

“T-there!” You cried out gripping harder at the sheets as he plunged his soaked fingers into your wet cunt moving them at a fast pace.

“Right here baby girl? Did I find your spot my little vixen?” He asked leaning down to nip at your ear kissing along your jaw until his forehead was pressed against yours.

“Y-yes!” You cried out trying to fuck his fingers harder you wanted to cum so bad, the buildup in the pit of your stomach was causing you to lose your mind. Ravi knew just how and where to touch you, and it felt like heaven. “Please Ravi! Please.” You begged looking in his eyes, his fingers along were great but you would only need more of him to satisfy your hunger.

“Please what?” Ravi asked in a low-pitched voice. His voice deep and thick with the lust that he was feeling inside of him, all you had to do was beg and he was done for.

“I want you to fuck me! Please it’s been so long. I need to feel your dick inside of me. I want to feel every inch Ravi. Make me cum.” You let your mouth say the dirty words unashamedly as you stare at him, your want for him over powering the little self-consciousness you felt inside of you.

“You got it baby.” Ravi pulled his fingers from you, bringing them up to his lips he sucked on the digits making slurping noises as he watched you humming in delight at your sweet taste though there was a hint of bitterness it wasn’t nothing he despised and couldn’t handle. He moved to pull off his shirt tossing it aside away from the candles. He took off his pants next and his boxers climbing back on the bed he spread your legs out wider grabbing at your hips. He was rock hard, tip oozing in precum he couldn’t wait anymore. He slid himself forward slowly breaching past your tight entrance causing some cries of pleasure to escape your lips. He bit down harshly on his bottom lip as he entered you and buried himself to the hilt not wanting to moan because he wanted to hear you more. His hands steadied on your hips, slowly he pulled himself out to the tip only to slip back inside of your wet pussy that molded around his shaft. You could feel the veins of his dick pressing against your walls causing you to squeeze around him more arching your back slightly. Your fingernails continued to pull at the sheets clawing like you were a mad woman as he picked up the pace. Rolling his hips and pushing forward each time he connected his hips against yours. Ravi looked down to watch his dick disappear inside of you loving how you took him without no complaints, how it made him feel to have your wet warm walls wrapped around him. He circled his hips slowly moving his hands in different directions. One hand went to press up by the side of your head as the other hand went to wrap around your waist and rest on your clit. He pressed his lips against yours kissing you deeply as he snapped his hips harshly against yours causing you to cry out. His tongue slipped into your mouth and you fought to kiss him back, all your cries of pleasure being swallowed up by him. He moaned softly against your lips his tongue exploring your cavern and playing with your tongue as well. In no time, he was pounding into you causing the bed to shake lightly under you. His hips flush against your ass as he drilled harder into you. Breaking the kiss so that he could whisper dirty nothings into your ear bringing you closer to a release. His fingers stroking against your clit in a rapid circular motion helping aid to how he was fucking you, your back arched off the bed and you reached a hand up to grab at his hair smashing your lips together one last time. With a few more harsh thrusts against your spot, you were laying your head back against Ravi’s shoulder crying out his name as your walls clamped down and you let your cum slide out onto his dick. He watched you with a growl pulling his body back from yours so that with his free hand he could continue to pull you back on his dick. His hand on your clit never stopped causing you to surge into another orgasm that had you squirting on the bed. He was in a pure state of bliss, watching you react like that only caused him to throb harder inside of you, his orgasm coming down onto him as he delivered slow heavy thrusts to bury his load inside of you. Once he was sure you were milked he rode out both of your orgasms leaning down to kiss up your back and lay on you with his hands bracing on either side of your head as he smiled at you.

“Now do you feel better?”


Okay okay so I know it’s been almost a month since our 1 year anniversary of friendship (February 18th) but hey I just wanted to say that I luhh you even though you don’t use this Tumblr as much.
Bruh you’re my only friend that’s a Hayes fan from Tumblr. I remember when we were super awkward while talking together, mostly because I was at Olive Garden with my mom and I didn’t want to say something goofy and make myself laugh. You’re so kind and sweet and I can always talk to you to get my mind off things. Honestly I’m supposed to be getting ready for church so I’m gonna go now but I wanted everyone to know how much I love you💞💞

One thing I love is the fact that when a new Pokemon villain team comes out, the old one is seen as totally respectable, no matter how goofy it was made out to be when it was first announced.

Like…you guys do remember how everyone made fun of Team Flare for having a stupid goal and stupid outfits and so on, right? But these days I see posts about the teams and the punchline is “Team Skull is full of ridiculous dabbing memelord babies who no one takes seriously” and…Team Flare is always on the list as one of the “normal” teams that’s meant to be taken seriously like

I can’t wait for the next generation when Team Skull will get to be seen as a respectable threat to the world

I would like to take a second to thank everyone in the Lazytown fandom

I started watching Lazytown because of a meme I found a while back. I loved the villian, the hero, the children, basically everything about it. I made this blog thinking I could just put out stupid head cannons and random thoughts and the few people in the fandom would like it. But I never expected to be surrounded with love and support. Like, for example, I now confidently dance and sing to Lazytown songs because I know others are doing the same thing. I promote my love for the show because no matter who makes fun of me for it, I still have all of you. Even aside from Lazytown stuff, the friends I’ve made through this goofy kids show are absolutely amazing and supportive. I just can’t express how thankful I am to see so much positivity and talent and enthusiasm come from this!! Seriously, everybody who is in the Lazytown fandom seem so kind and genuine. Plus, we all have our sport dad and our meme dad to guide us. If you don’t think that’s a beautiful and amazing thing to come from a simple childrens show about exercising and being healthy, well I don’t know what to tell you.

Anybody please feel free to message me if you need to talk, need support, have questions, wanna rp, chat about lazytown or are just looking for somebody to vent to. I am always jere ♡

I just really love how the writers of Brooklyn nine nine wrote Amy. I mean she’s very nerdy and takes work extremely seriously but she’s also really goofy and likes to have fun. It’s so refreshing because normally in comedies you can only be one way and you’re only used as the uptight stickler for rules and nothing else but Amy is a full fledged character and I love it