increasingly frustrated that sopor slime and recuperacoons are very much not real things because like... those must be so fucking comfy. put me in the cocoon full of warm calming-slime. id sleep so well.
Seeing Harry on the yacht has me thinking of this scenario........ What if Y/N and Harry are on the yacht with his friends and family and she gets a notification on her phone saying its the perfect time to try for a baby because she's ovulating and they've been actively trying for a baby. So that means she somehow whisks Harry away from his friends and family, making the excuse she's feeling a bit sea sick, when in reality she's pulling him down to one of the lower decks rooms to fuck.
I'm trying to get ready for work and cannot get off this hellsite and I'm frustrated because these gif sets keep putting thots in my head. And I have enough wips that I am already procrastinating.
I have to write a Feyd x male!reader asap. Those lips.
I'm looking for a aftg fic and can find it on ao3, was wondering if anyone knew of it.
Basically the Foxes a trapped at the court until everyone takes a turning sharing their past. It's the original crew and I think I remember Seth being there. Maybe not
I know Arnas wrote "I am really trying" on my polaroid as a joke in regards of his handwriting, but man... the thoughts I've been having to actually get that line tattooed in his writing for a few deep rooted personal reasons are loud