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philocalistwrites · 8 months

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something about these photos make me weak in the knees

#alex kingston #river song #elizabeth corday #cate blanchett #lou miller #hannah waddingham #rebecca welton #angelina jolie #lisa ann walter #chessy #melissa schemmenti #they make me weak in the knees #they are so beautiful #my mommy issues are through the roof rn #run me over pls #women

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serial-tickler · 1 month

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I'm a sucker for unique looking belly buttons 😅😵‍💫😍🫠

#like... dont be insecure about it!!#theyre the best #you'll always have a fan in me 😂#love “weird” navels #they make me weak in the knees #tummy kink #belly button kink

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the-girl-in-the-high-castle · 1 year

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Ok, I have a type. Over 50, European and AGH!

#Nikolaj Coster Waldau #andreas pietschmann #they make me weak in the knees #nikolaj is the love of my life #but andreas damn you #eyk is slowly but surely taking the role of ser obvious of house hearteyes from jaime #captain obvious of the ship denial #got #1899 netflix #why are they like this

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a-rand0m-bl0g · 5 months

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Behold: A crossover rarepair that I just thought of.

Chell x Beatrix LeBeau x Samus Aran.

#portal #chell #slime rancher #beatrix lebeau #metroid #samus aran #lesbian #rarepair #wlw #love trio #uuuughhhh #They make me weak in the knees

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quelend-underground · 7 months

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This is probably not much of an out-there statment but

I love it when straight men start doing things seen as socialy-feminine; like growing long hair that they braid or tie up in some way and wearing nail polish.

I love it when men are secure in their masculinity and sexuality and have some fun and not feel trapped in the 'you can't do that or you're not a straight man' mindset.

I love it when men are simply allowed to be themselves, and not let a simple action define whether or not they can call themselves something they are.

I just fucking love men doing typical non-manly things, because who the hell cares, they're beautiful kings either way and still deserve love.

#idk i just love feminine men #they make me weak in the knees #bonus point if they wear lipstick #random rant

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nova-lightz · 11 months

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Everytime I see Machida Keita and Akaso Eiji post on Instagram, I thanks the gods I'm a gay man 🙏🏽

#nova text #theyre so fine... such yummy men #they make me weak in the KNEES #got me in SHAMBLES bro

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maliciouscigarette · 10 months

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The Bible says Tetris and Puyo Puyo, not these "DT-cannon" and "4-wide" abominations.

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suntails · 5 months

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knighted

#MOMENTS THAT MAKE ME EMOTIONAL. BAUL CALLING HIM BY NAME NOT CALLING HIM HUMAN. WEAK AT THE KNEES #i think ill only have time to draw these two pieces before i leave for the holidays so i want them to be a set. i think its fun #talked abt it on twt but artistically its SO fun that book 7 has the 'good guys' w the colors of the night. greens and purples and darks #and the 'bad guys' of the humans strike their queen down with a brilliant yellow light. the light IS the darkness is conceptually yummy #trying to lean into color choices and intentional comps lately. lilias piece reading L>R feels like the angle pushes down on him #here sebek faces with the eye's movement so its more positive. like hes climbing towards his beautiful bright future. ouughj #never before in fandom have i wanted to so clearly break down my own art choices like a historian but diasom does smth to my brain #twst #twisted wonderland #sebek zigvolt #baul zigvolt #ch 7 spoilers #suntails

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ipostmysimpingstuffanonymously · 10 months

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Part 2. This time its the Tokyo Five (As I named them) Headcanons in the reblog tags appreciated

#haibara is baby i love him so much omg #also hes a light weight #two beers and he's down #remember the headcanon i had about gojo not beeing able to drink alcohol?#bottom right is what happens if he decides to drink #suguru with the bass is SO HOT OMG #and shopping cart stealing is mandatori for the sashisu trio #kidnapping haibara is a plus #also shoko or geto just casually pulling a pack of cigarettes out of their pocket and the condom coming with #yeah thats canon #the satosho hug makes my knees weak #and the sashisu kisses I CANNOT GET ENOUGH #more artists need to draw them kissing each other #pls i just wanna share my brainrot #nanami eating bread cuz its his fav food!#so many more headcanons feel free to dm me if you wanna hear more about my rotted brain farts #sashisu #satosho #satosho weekend #satoshoko #sugusho #satosugu #stsg #shoko ieiri #satoru gojo #geto suguru #haibara yu #nanami kento #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

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mobius-m-mobius · 7 months

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#like deja vu 🤩🥰

#lokius #mobius #mcuedit #marveledit #lokiedit #loki #loki spoilers #oh this entire day has been UNREAL aslkjskgsk #was about to gif the jacket grab when i saw this and y'all know their cafeteria chats make me weak in the knees 😭😭#and besides i'm never truly ready for a beloved if i haven't giffed the heck out of some low quality trailers lmao #absolutely thrilled to know similar to s1 they keep snacking and falling in love on priority while the universe is in peril #as anyone should ofc 🙏💖#owen wilson #marvel #owenwilsonedit #dianagifs

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ohitslen · 11 months

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Promises

He should know better.

Wolfwood has seen Vash make promises, or hear about the ones he has made in the past. He has also seen the end of each one and how every single time the outcome is less than what was promised.

Vash likes to say embellished words, with a soft and determined voice that lures you into his hopes and dreams, it almost feels like a spell, as if he was calling for you to come closer and believe him. But Wolfwood knows better.

He believes in him, but Vash is much closer to being an idealistic dreamer than a realistic person like he is. He might not be aware of it, but his beautiful promises of a better future give people hope, a hope that is usually embraced with things like disappointment and abandonment.

He doesn’t think that Vash does it with the intent of looking for any of those things. Far from it, he might even do the impossible in order to accomplish said promises, but life is too short and humans are too mortal for his wishes, so in the end, most of Vash’s promises end up being empty or they come to haunt him as a reminder of his failed vows. He admires the man, for his perseverance and idealism, but he also hates the man, for his stubbornness and lies.

Wolfwood knows all of this perfectly to a tee. And yet, he has also found himself being drawn to his world. Because he also dreams of it.

A world in where his always present calls for love and peace exist, a world that is far more kind than what he might deserve, a world in where the kids can be happy and roam around without any worry in their heads, a world in where he can peacefully turn grey with age and his hands can shed the harsh callouses of his life. Who knows, maybe a world in where he and Vash can finally know the peace that was taken away from them, in where they can share the calmness that comes with the passage of time, indulging in every tick of the clock welcoming with open arms whatever comes their way without any fear.

It is a beautiful promise. But Wolfwood is a person that has to keep his feet on the ground, indulging in “what ifs” would only make things harder than what they had to be. He can’t have any ifs if he can’t make it through the now. And by the way he is carrying his present, he is doubtful he will even get to see a shed of that promised world that Vash tries to drag him into. So why mourn something he doesn’t even have, or will ever have for that matter.

He hates the way Vash seems to promise things so easily. His tongue silky and pliant, slipping divine words one after the other, promises way too big for what that barren world can actually fit.

But when Vash talks to him in that holy voice of his, when he hears him say “It’s okay, everything will be alright, I promise” so gently right on his ear, while he holds his face so tenderly making him focus on him and nothing else, he wants to believe him.

He has seen the end of his promises. He knows how impossible they are. But for once, he wants to believe it too. Believe in that loving world that will cradle them both until they fall asleep, listening to the soft sound of the wind laughing while the moons smile upon them.

So he allows himself to indulge in the warmth of his palms, leaning into the comfort of his existence, feeling the soft air of Vash’s breaths against his skin while their foreheads meet in a touch that feels like a hot brand that will melt him.

For an instant, he allows himself to be selfish and believe that maybe, that is how living in that world Vash so desperately fights for would be. Soft and warm, making him feel safe in the hollow of Vash’s hands where the world seems to fit so well. A world where the blue sky is a blanket that covers the love and care that is nestled in it like the one in Vash’s eyes. He wants to see that world.

For now, he will selfishly think that the world that fits in Vash’s hands is right there in where he is holding him, where his blue eyes are drowning in the light of the sunset dripping with love and care while looking at him, that the gentle touch of Vash’s thumb wiping his tears is the same as the kiss of that laughing wind in that distant future, where the smile of his eyes overcomes the smile of the moons.

He should know better. But he loves the thought of that world. And he hopes that Vash will get to see that world, because that gentle sight is more fitting for someone like him than the one of his violent world.

He promises to himself that he will do what it takes for that day to be possible. Even if the end of that promise will be empty for Nicholas, he knows it will be a full one for Vash. So it really isn’t that empty for him after all.

He hates his lies, and he hates how true they sound, but Vash’s embellished words are far sweeter than his bitter thoughts so they feel better on his insides, almost like a balm that cares for the wounds of his throbbing, painful reality.

He should know better.

But aren’t humans weak at the promise of love?

#yeah….mm…mhm yeah #my thoughts were going crazy with this one. because WW crying is something that has me week on the knees #WEAK FFS #also the thought of him becoming bare and emotional at the hands of Vash makes me want to jump around until I pass out #think of it. he is afraid of him in a way. but he trusts him so deeply too it’s such a contrasting and little contradictory thing #more like. denial after denial but yk what I mean. because that’s the whole post #also as a fun fact. while on the making of this thing the line of “it’s okay. everything will be alright. I promise #it’s meant to be said by Vash to WW #but also I did it considering that a)Vash is saying it to himself as well and b)it’s something WW wants to say to Vash as well #they are both incredibly pained men and they know it but don’t adress it. so verbally saying such words to each other issssUUUEHWHAGAH #ah yes. the intimacy of being emotionally vulnerable with the person who you would trust your life to but never openly say shit to eachother #isn’t that such an amazing flavor? I won’t lie to you it’s one of my favorites #trigun #vashwood #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #trigun stampede #trigun fanart #wolfwood #nicholas trigun #nicholas the punisher #lenssi writes #lenssi draws #trigun 2023 #trigun 98 #because I did a mishmash on WW design bc this is meant to be TriStamp time skip in my mind #his eyes were originally their canon steel blue/grayish tone. but while doing the lighting the brown looked gorgeous #i couldn’t help myself so I left it that way. because there is something so beautiful abt his eyes shining like that in #the afternoon light while he becomes undone under the sunset ya feel me?#OHFUCKIALMOSTFORGOT another little detail. Vash’s right hand doesn’t have a glove and it’s on purpose btw you’re welcome

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jkvjimin · 11 days

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(80/∞) the perfect nose for butterflies to land on it ♡

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corffee · 4 months

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I hate it here

#sonadow’s recurring shooting star motif always makes me weak to the knees #to the golden glow- the light in each other’s darkness- and how shooting stars are associated with wishes #I need to sedate myself before this becomes a problem oh wait it already has #sonic prime #sonic frontiers #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #sonadow #< if you want #sonic #sth

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onlyswan · 4 months

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that’s my boyfriend btw

#literally no one else can make me feel as weak in the knees #i’m sick!!!!#art rambles

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toppersbitch · 1 year

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"You Like That One Huh?" // Joe Burrow x Reader

18+ Minors DNI

Summary: While watching one of Joe’s post-game interviews you can’t help but get excited, he knows when he gets home and treats you.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: NFL Joe, dom Joe, horny joe, horny you, cunnilingus, unedited work

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You sat patiently waiting for Joe to return home, the post-game interview was playing loudly through your shared house. You listened as you chopped various mixed vegetables to grill for his dinner. You couldn’t tell anyone's voice apart but Joe’s, his voice making you miss him even more. You loved the game day when you could attend, but were saddened when you couldn’t. You couldn’t wait until joe returned, you’d eat dinner, watch interviews and such about the game while he rubbed your feet. He was the most generous partner ever.

“You like that one?” you heard Joe’s voice from the TV, snapping you out of your thoughts, but quickly you were put back in. Joe always said things like that when he would eat you out, in between heavy breaths. The images running through your head made your stomach light and your legs weak. You tried to stop them, Joe would be too tired for sex tonight.

To no avail, you ended up in your bedroom, on top of the sheets, touching yourself, replaying images and his voice in your head.

You were reaching your climax, so close to tipping over the edge, eyes squeezed shut in euphoria just when the door unlocked. You shot out of bed, pulling your pants up, you hurried out into the kitchen, busying yourself with the vegetables.

“Hi baby,” Joe turned the corner, dropping his duffle. His face lit up, shining his pearly whites at you.

“Hi,” You smiled back, walking over to plant a kiss on your cheek, “go shower, and dinner will be ready,” you ran your hand down his arm. He sent you a puzzled look as he left the room.

You set the table waiting, he walked out his casual clothes in their usual mismatched but somehow stylish order.

“Are you okay today?” were his first words as he sat at the table.

“Yeah, why do you ask?” “You didn’t do your usual greeting,” He frowned as he took a bite. Your usual greeting, running to him at the front door, jumping into his arms, and giving him the sloppiest kiss on the cheek. You’d done this every single game, whether you went or not.

“Oh, I was just busy with dinner I guess,” You lied, not convincingly, it was a pathetic excuse and even you knew it.

“No, what's really wrong?” he raised one eyebrow at you. How could you possibly tell him that just his voice turned you on? Such weakness would be used against you lovingly in the future.

“No really, just dinner,” you couldn’t meet his eyes. He stared you down from across the table. His gaze makes your cheeks feel hot, “okay fine I was in the bedroom doing something, and I lost track of time.”

“The bedroom?” his eyes turned intense as he took a sip of water. You simply hummed in response, “what could you have been doing in the bedroom?” He knew, but wanted to make you squirm, “No were you?” His eyes widened for show, teasing you.

“Joe,” one simple word and he was out of his seat walking towards you.

“What was it?” he was asking what made you so horny, you didn’t want to wait anymore. After one ruined orgasm you couldn’t wait one more second.

“Your post-game interview,” you looked down submissively. He tilted your head up by your chin.

“Mhm what part?” he ran his hand down your cheek.

“The part when you said you like that one?” you looked into his eyes. He smirked before crouching down to meet your face. He got close, brushing his lips past yours. He motioned for you to stand and you did so.

He lifted you, wrapping your legs around his torso, you leaned in for a kiss but he simply tsked. He knew what he was doing now, and he knew exactly why that phrase turned you on so much. He set you so you were sitting on the table, pushing your plate off to the side, it clattered on the ground, food spilling onto the floor. His eyes didn’t leave you.

“Let's find out which one you like?’ he lets his finger trace your thigh through your pants. He reached the waist and pulled them down, your panties were soaked, slowly slipping them off then twirling them on his finger and flinging them. You watched intently as he kneeled, his face inching closer to your heat.

His nose connected with your inner thigh, your breath hitching. His arms wrapped around your legs pushing them apart. You pushed your body forward, his mouth finally making contact. You let out a whimper as he placed a kiss on your clit, and then another. Then he was sucking, the suction making you feel ecstatic. His finger came up, playing with your slit, never entering.

“Do you like this?” his breath made your hips buck. You moaned in response.

He pushed his tongue inside you, twirling it around, letting it drive you crazy. Your hands grabbed onto his hair, holding for support.

“Mhm, you like this one better?” The vibrations of his voice were thrilling, it felt like electricity shot through your body. He pushed a finger inside, his mouth working on your clit. He pumped his fingers in and out, making a wave motion hitting your g-spot repeatedly. Just when you thought it couldn't get any better, he began to flick his tongue over your clit. You moaned, pulling his blonde hair hard. You squeezed your eyes shut, the euphoric feeling from earlier returning.

“Joe!” you yelled out.

“Oh, you like that one huh?” You felt yourself release the second his mouth met your clit again. His arms held your legs open, not a fair fight in the slightest. You felt your body tense and relax and tense and relax.

“Yes!” you answered his question, your voice shaking, “oh my god, yes” he removed his finger slowly, your walls tensing around them. He backed away, his body forcing itself against you, your legs staying open. Your cunt so sensitive even the cool air made you jump. He placed a long sweet kiss on your lips, pulling you into a hug, and rubbing your bad.

“I like that one too,” he said softly into your ear, you knew he was smiling.

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I really really like this one...lmk what you guys think <333

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zebbysart · 5 months

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"Vengeance can be a bitter pill for a kind soul such as yours Karlach" "Whatever you cannot bear, I can take from you"

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #minthara #baldurs gate 3 #karlach x minthara #karlach #minthara x karlach #minthara baenre #Minthara is so soft with Karlach #it makes me weak in the knees #and now the new datamined dialogue #proportions are weird #art has been suffering due to my own health being in decline 🧍‍♀️#more bloodwork tomorrow

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