Do I let my current boss know that my previous workplace tried to poach me back orrrrr

friend wanted to see my tumblr, and when i told him i can’t show it to him bc it’s basically my personal diary he went “oh so I can’t see it but a bunch of strangers on tumblr can??” he literally does not get me. no one will get me like the people in my phone get me

I wanted to join in @yamujiburo 's DTIYS!

I dont know what else to say here! Hope you're having a nice day!

miles and meows gettin silly w it ‼️‼️

fish queen. from aggie

i think tim is high maintenance the way a boarder collie or austrialian shepherd is. like you have to make sure they're not only given space to expend energy but you have to specifically let them get the herding instinct out and challenge them intellectually or they start destroying ur home

seacaster special

cleo the Final Girl vs grian the HIDE ON THE FUCKING CUPBOARDS, HOLD YOUR BREATH, AND FUCKING HOPE Girl

"I CHOOSE BLOOD!"

"you can sit back and watch."

aki's voice is smooth, low — distinctly sultry, with a deep tone that sends shivers down your spine. but his breathing is choppy, betraying his established composure. he exhales a slow sigh, before he leans back into his seat, letting himself get more comfortable.

grasping the neat diamond of his tie, he pulls gently, until it becomes loose around his collar. he rolls his shoulders back, untensing. his hand then moves to his belt; the metal buckle jingles as he unclasps it. he's spreading his legs wider when it's discarded, and he's working on the zipper of his slacks next. he pulls his pants down his hips, and carefully, almost hesitantly, his shaky palm presses to the thick outline tenting his briefs.

his reaction is immediate: a sharp, pleasant inhale that makes his head go dizzy. aki trembles, his skin flush with heat, and he palms himself through his briefs with an unhurriedness you find almost aggravating. his eyes are already heavy. he pants — quiet, desperate breaths — gaze focused on the movement of his hand instead of you, leaving you to fruitlessly shuffle in your chair while aki teases himself. the fabric of his briefs is damp and messy. when he finally stops, steadying, he fully takes his palm away. he lets his length throb against his thigh for a while, teeth gritted, brows in a knot. he only takes his cock out once the pounding of his own heart in his ears has dulled to something manageable.

and he's hard, he's thick and heavy in his palm. aki swallows, adam's apple bobbing. his bangs are a mess in his face, his dress shirt wrinkled beyond repair and hastily pushed up to expose his stomach. every slow pump of his hand has his breath coming out louder, pretty groans slipping past his parted lips at each brush of his palm over the swollen, sensitive head. precum dirties his fingers, it echoes slick sounds in tune with his movements. and fuck, you're watching him, you're sitting obediently at the edge of your seat with your hand over your mouth, as your eyes rake over every inch of him.

you're watching him pleasure himself. watching aki jerk off in front of you while his cock aches with how badly he needs more, needs to be inside of you. he feels faint, almost. his skin is drenched in sweat. he drags his gaze up to yours, and he keeps it there. you're so pretty, so perfect. he would give anything to see that lovely face washed over in pleasure, to hear your voice begging for him to give you everything you want.

he strokes himself a bit faster, hand tensed to form a prominent vein on his wrist; he should be fucking you, should be buried deep inside you while your hands tangle in his hair and your legs wrap around his back. he would give you all of him, every last inch between messy kisses and soft I love yous.

his eyes rest on yours while he strokes himself, hips jutting into his grip. it's almost too much for you. you're threatening to snap at the quickening of aki's breath, and at the way he mumbles your name like a plea, his fist working over his needy cock with reckless abandon. but suddenly, he stops. he lets go, leaving his cock to rest against his stomach. his chest heaves, his breath wild and heavy.

aki's head spins from the effort of edging himself. he meets your eyes once more.

"touch yourself," he gasps, words shaky, eyelids fluttery. "please."

for @amethystsoda <3

I’ve been having your aus in my brain for a while. I absolutely love them 🥰

Question for Swanatello, have you ever had a strong desire to go back home to the lair or do you even remember much about the lair being your home, even with the bracelet and board? Like, have you ever in the middle of the day just randomly think “I want to go home” while thinking about the lair?

Of course he does. He doesn't remember details very often... but the one downside of the bracelet is that now he is almost constantly aware that something is wrong. Even when he doesn't understand what's going on-- he almost always knows that something is wrong with him and with the world around him. He wishes for things he can't remember. He aches over the absence of things that he can't recall. He misses people that he doesn't know. He can't remember home, but he knows he's not there.

Swanatello hates to be alone now. Overall, it's for the best, it helps, but every evening he's introduced to the idea that something is horribly wrong, and then he's promised that someone is going to be there soon to help. And every evening, he has to wait to see if that promise will be fulfilled and if his family will come and help him.

shit man he's downright POSTITNOTE'D

So mentally ill over this loud little boy

"What's wrong, Pharaoh? You look like you've seen a ghost."

₊˚🕯️♱‧₊˚ 🎃 Happy Halloween !! 🎃 ₊˚🕯️♱‧₊˚.

Next Dark Night in Ba Sing Se part! Is! Fully outlined!

...And so is the majority of series in lesser detail because oops my hand slipped.

Some random sim outtakes (because I haven't had time to play)