I love how other medias are mostly excited and in awe with Glass Onion but ppl in this hellsite are frothing at the mouth, screaming, puking, brainrotting so hard over Benoit Blanc's silly little outfits, Hugh Grant with sourdough, Janelle Monáe, and how stupid dumb dumb Miles Bron is. I'd say target audience has been reached.
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whenever the ghouls sneeze, their element pops off ever so slightly. rain sneezes, the faucet trickles. cumulus sniffles, some papers slide off the table. it’s not very troublesome, even with dew, the most he ever does is light a candle or singe a leaf on one of mountain’s plants. but swiss. swiss, much like his multi elemental ability, is a wildcard. he’s popped lightbulbs, thrown open locked doors, froze an entire pot of freshly brewed coffee completely solid. some caffeine loving ghouls are still holding a grudge over that one. and phantom, ever the instigator, finds this endlessly entertaining. if he’s bored, he’ll light a candle that he knows will get swiss sneezing. the rest of the ghouls have taken to banning anything labeled “rose scented” from the den.
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I love when Skizz goes “OKAY let’s stop goofing around” when he’s the only one goofing around
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saccharine - mike schmidt x reader
You taste like divine honey.
Mike decides that on a random Wednesday afternoon, Abby still at school, his face still buried in your cunt.
You're a dripping mess around him, your slick sticking to the stubble of his half-shaved face, back arched as he curls his fingers in you again, taking the moment to breathe, but refusing to leave your pretty pussy alone. He has to be attached to you in some way. If he isn't. If he isn't. If he isn't, then he's sure the nightmares will come again. He'd pick drowning in your messy cunt than those dreams in a heartbeat.
He pants, catching his breath as you clench around him again, tears in the corner of your eyes as you cum for the nth time. His name comes off as a weak whine from your lips as he fingers you through your orgasm, refusing to stay still as you cry about how you didn't have any more in you. He knows you do. Even if you don't want it, you haven't called your safeword yet, so he's free to continue with you.
He pulls his fingers out of you with a lewd squelch, bringing them to his lips, sucking on them as you recover from the orgasm, head turned to the side as your chest rises and falls with each breath, the thin layer of sheen on your skin. Then, when he's sure they're clean, he delves back into your cunt, tongue forcing past your folds, causing you to jolt, fingers flying to his hair and digging into his scalp, almost crying as you try to tell him you can't take any more, but it falls on deaf ears.
He mumbles for one more as he presses a kiss to your inner thigh, one of his hands going to lace with your fingers, giving you a gentle squeeze as he forces one last orgasm out of you, drinking it up as his head spins from the lack of oxygen, but oh heavens do you taste divine.
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[id: The "my first girlfriend turned into the moon" scene from ATLA's "the boiling rock part 1". the first panel shows sokka saying "my first girlfriend turned into the moon". the second panel shows zuko replying "mama, kudos for saying that. for spilling." /end id]
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we are not the same because you like villains (sad background story, secret inferiority complex, likeable traits, eventual redemption arc) and i like villains (evil, completely bad morals, zero likeable traits, complex personality)
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