my feelings being that yes

askcaitlinthehedgehog  asked:

I'm sorry if your not doing these at the moment but can you please do B1 with Mooching Hobo

this level of cuteness should be illegal

Hobo belongs to @loverofpiggies


Alec Lightwood in that damn Balcony Scene™

data (about his child): “i am incapable of giving her love”

also data: *literally names his child “beloved”*

In which Elsa became one with wind and sky when she died, and so Jack always feels like being with her whenever he’s flying and feeling the wind’s breeze.

  • also oh my god
  • baz being possessive of simon
  • yes
  • like, no he’s MY boy
  • don’t even LOOK at him
  • i’ve loved him for eight yeaRs
  • i’ve livEd with him
  • simon = mine
  • yes.
  • this could even be a Normal AU
  • they’re dating and when others hit on simon
  • baz is just like?? no???
  • and then simon kisses him
  • and says, “baz, i choose you- just as much as you choose me.”
  • “you have nothing to worry about”
  • and then he kisses baz’s cheek
  • and baz turns pink
  • and baz is happy because this boy he’s been in love with for years is agreeing to be his??
  • yes.

It has certainly been a while since I posted a nagikae fanart so I did something quick~

If you want to use this image please ask for permission. Do not repost. Reblogs very much welcomed.


Your… Your leg

@oceanschiild  continued from here

Demyx recoiled from the girl’s glare.  Was it too early to RTC?  He hadn’t been expecting to be ambushed by a local the second his portal closed.  He was supposed to come to Motunui, explore the new world for the Organization, and maybe catch some kind of Heart that would let them create life.

Yeah, this was definitely not in his job description.

I don’t want to hurt you,” he said.  “But you saw me come in, and the boss doesn’t like when the locals see us.”  He flexed his hand, willing the ocean to rush out to form his water clones.  The oceans of Neverland and Port Royal, and even his home sea of Atlantica always bent to his will.  Why would Motunui be any different?

Except that the water did nothing but continue to lap harmlessly at the shore.  “… uh-oh!

anonymous asked:

ARE YOU OKAY?! I just saw your last post. I am kind of worried. Are you alright??

I’m okay no worries!!! I’ve been just super tired recently because I haven’t been sleeping well and then my mom decided to be an ass and I just ended up crying because of that ;v; I’m alright otherwise, just feeling tired and sad. Sorry for worrying you nonnie but thank you for caring <3

Ladynoir being really close physically and emotionally without romantic subplot is something I would die for


Not my style at all and very uncomfortable about it tbh, but snogfairy ‘challenged’ me to draw a full body, fully shaded with background and everything…. and this is what i came up with. Not fully happy, but I spent so many hours with it i refuse to delete and start over. Anyways, hope you like it Phi!

So to complain about the same person I was complaining about yesterday . . .

I set up a meeting with her at the end of the day. I changed my schedule to make it work so that she wouldn’t have to change her. I told her up front that I was changing my schedule to accommodate her. 

She said she would come to me.

Five minutes after our agreed upon time, my assistant said, “She’s late.” I pointed at my face and told her “this is my surprised face.”

Ten minutes after our agreed upon time, I get annoyed and go to get her …

But she’s got someone else with her and they’re not having a meeting per-say. It actually looks like they’re just shooting the breeze. But I decide to just stand there and wave for attention. It’s not received and so I decide to wait five more minutes.

Five minutes later, I go back and go and physically take things from her room that I need for what I have going on because now shit is going down and she probably literally can’t help. 

I do everything myself.

Pros? I finished it like 50 times faster than I would’ve if she were there. In fact, I’m not sure we would’ve finished it if she WAS there AND on time.

After things calm down (and I’ve done all the work), I hand her the fruits of my labor. She says I TOTALLY could’ve interrupted her and she COMPLETELY forgot about our meeting (despite the fact that I watched her put a freaking post it note in her itinerary and mark down the meeting and that she is SUPER anal about things like this).

Before I even opened my eyes, I knew that it had happened again. There was the immediate feeling of not being in my own bed, yes, but by now I was getting used to another feeling. It was the feeling of not being in my own body.

I kept my eyes closed, though I was awake, and tried to brace myself for what I was going to see when I opened them. The last time this had happened, it hadn’t worked out very well for me. I took a deep breath and told myself I would open my eyes on the count of three. One, two…

“Holy shit.”

I was looking down at a landscape of muscle and fur, and what a beautiful landscape it was! My hands went first to my chest, where I let my fingers comb through the curly, black hair that covered it. I roamed a little further down, along the valleys and ridges of a very well-defined abdomen, and then down further yet to what was probably the most gigantic cock I’d ever seen up until that point.

Even just this little bit of touching and feeling myself up had caused the cock to stiffen, creating what looked like a footlong outline in the gray sweatpants I was wearing. I was about to let my hands dive in underneath the loosely-tied waistband, but before I did, someone else walked into the room.

He was an attractive younger guy, one of those guys who was way out of my league. Way out of most people’s league, probably. His body was bulging with muscle, but he wore it in a way that made me think he wasn’t quite comfortable with showing it off yet. He reminded me of a guy who probably had been your typical boy-next-door until he moved to the city and discovered the gym. Now, he was this total hunk with an easy, boyish charm that made him instantly attractive.

“Well, look who’s finally awake,” he smiled.

He came to the bedside and gave me a kiss on the forehead.

“Looks like you’re feeling better, too,” he said, glancing down at the massive boner I was sporting, “Hangover gone?”

“Yeah,” I said.

I found it was best to try and keep conversation to a minimum. Besides, he asked if I was feeling better, so if I was quiet, maybe he would assume that I was still recovering a little bit from whatever fun they’d had the night before.

“Want me to help you with that?” his eyes sparkled.

He was so damn cute. How had I been so lucky this time to end up with a body like this and a guy like him? None of the other times had been like this. I already didn’t want to leave. I silently wished that I wouldn’t have to.

To answer his question, I sunk a little deeper into the bed and slid the sweatpants down just far enough to let the tip of my cock peek out. He took the lead from there and peeled the sweatpants all the way down my legs. I kicked them off to the side of the bed and then he took my cock in his mouth.

The thing was so huge, there was no way I had expected him to be able to take all of it. But he did, expertly. I was in bliss as he bobbed his head up and down the monstrous shaft, equally turned on by his technique and by the sight of the god-like body I currently possessed. As he sucked me off, my abs tightened and released, and my pecs bounced up and down. It was all like a dream, almost, but I knew it was real.

I felt my abs clench one more time, and my ass flexed against the bedsheets as my hips bucked up in pleasure. I moaned and came in his mouth. He just kept sucking as I shot what felt like load after load after load into his throat. Finally, I collapsed back into the bed, spent.

“Damn, you must have really needed that,” he said with my cum still shiny on his lips.

“Yeah,” I said. My heart was pounding in my chest, “Thank you.”

“I’m gonna go take a shower,” he said, “You can join me if you feel up to it.”

He peeled off his shirt and I watched the sculpted muscles of his back as he walked away into the adjoining bathroom. He closed the door halfway and gave me a playful wink. I smiled at him.

I laid there for a moment, feeling totally content in this stranger’s body, imagining how wonderful it would be to stay there forever. With the sound of the shower running and the tendrils of steam escaping from the halfway-closed bathroom door, I found myself drifting off back to sleep. I shouldn’t have, because when I woke up, I was back at home in my own bed, and in my own body, but I still had a smile on my face.

When the Gloves Come Off

Part two of the prompt from loonyloopy: Cullen/Quizzie and a hard earned neck massage after a long day of work. 


Elysse scratched her quill against the paper, pressing until the tip threatened to puncture through. “Thank you for your insipid and snide comments towards house Trevelyan, but you can keep your Andraste forsaken cheeses and shove them up your—”


Josephine stared at her, wide-eyed and slack-jawed. Leliana hid her smile behind pressed lips but Cullen laughed openly at the remark.

“What? It’s not like I’m actually going to send a message like that… probably.”

“You worked hard to win the favor of the court,” the ambassador reminded her. “But send a letter like that and I’ll be sure to arrange a private tea party at the end of every month until you’ve had a personal chat with all of them.”

Elysse pursed her lips, eye twitching as she stared the woman down. Josephine simply smiled, her quill poised in promise to follow through on her threat.

And people thought Leliana was the dangerous one.

“Fine,” Elysse grumbled, setting the parchment aside. “Since you’ll probably write it anyway, Josie, can I ask that you add just the slightest hint of condescension?”

“Don’t I always?”

Josephine and Leliana bowed before departing, but not before leaving a rather intimidating stack of papers for her to look over. Elysse groaned and let her head thunk down onto her knees.

“Long day?” Cullen asked.

She let out another groan. “I thought dealing with other nobility in the Free Marches was bad enough, but the Orlesians take it to an entirely different level. I mean, fifteen forks? Why would anyone need so many utensils to eat cheese?”

“I hear King Alistair has a fairly impressive collection.” His lips pulled up in a smirk. “Perhaps you should ask him.”

“I’ll have to make it a priority.”

He smiled and her face automatically returned the gesture.

Stay with me.

The request remained stuck between her teeth. He had duties, responsibilities, matters far more important than her desire to be around him.

Cullen took a half-step forward, lips parted in a question. She slid to the edge of her seat as though it would draw the words from him. He lingered for a moment before placing a closed fist to his chest. “Inquisitor.”

Elysse watched as he marched out the door, wishing she had a stronger reason than “just because” to keep him there.

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