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museaway · 8 months
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I hope the fic you are working on right now finds a reader who will think about it constantly for years
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abbeyofcyn · 3 months
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vampire-catboy · 3 months
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The masculine urge to be kidnapped and forced into kitty gear and a skirt and be called a good boy and trained to be the perfect breeding pet and-
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partiallypearl · 4 months
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To live for the hope of it all Cancel plans just in case you'd call
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ohkate · 27 days
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You're saying you don't love me enough now.
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industrations · 7 months
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I'm scared that I’ll forget the way it feels.
It’s dark and cold in the small, dingy London flat. Remus doesn’t remember the last time he’d been able to pay for the electricity bill. He’s sitting on the ground in front of the sofa; sometimes, it feels safer. His hands are freezing, and his bones ache. He pulls the wool of his jumper down over his shaking fingers as he reaches for the video camera, turning it on.
Lily’s freckled face comes into view, her emerald eyes bright as she looks up at him behind the lens. “Come on give me that.” There is some rustling as Lily takes over the camera, and he himself comes into view looking awkward, scratching his head. 
“Why Do I have to do it? It’s my camera.” 
“Because you’re always filming us, and I want to have memories of you too.” 
“Lily-”
“Come on, show them!” The camera shakes as Lily hops excitedly. They’re in Lily’s kitchen, and there is flour covering all the surfaces. He sees himself turn around to pick up a lopsided cake. Sixteen candles make a circle around the wobbly letters. ‘Happy birthday Sirius’ 
 Remus quickly switches through the following videos. Peter’s cheeks are red from the cold as he changes into wormtail, jumping through the fluffy layers of snow. James is on his broom, telling them to watch as he does tricks, diving and soaring through the air. At a party, Marlene, Mary, and Lily standing on the table singing the lyrics to Dancing Queen.
His breath catches at the first sound of the barking laugh that spills out of the tiny speakers. Sirius is as beautiful as Remus always remembers. They’re by the ocean, and his black hair whips around him wildly as the shallow waves lick at their feet. 
“Moony, moony watch this!” Remus watches as Sirius creeps up to James, jumping on him and dragging him into the waves. James shrieks as they both hit the water.
“Padfoot, you bastard!” They’re laughing and start wrestling, trying to pull the other under. Remus presses the arrow button, and the next video appears. 
Sirius in bed, his hair strewn around the pillow around his head like a halo. Mismatched sheets rumpled around him. He lazily turns to face the camera and scrunches his nose when he sees that Remus is filming. “What,” he says, trying to look stern, but his eyes tell a different story. 
“Tell me what you just said.” Sirius buries his head into the pillow, and Remus pokes his side, making him jump. “C’mon pads, own up to it.” Sirius turns his head slightly, peeking out with one eye, cheeks flushed with a wide grin. 
“I love you more than James.”
The screen goes black. And it’s cold, so very cold. Remus shakes as tears drip onto the tiny screen. He runs to the bathroom and dry heaves into the toilet. His lungs ache from all the smoking. But above all, it hurts; it aches so much as the memories flash before his eyes. 
Every week. Every single week, Remus does this. He sits on the floor in his tiny, freezing flat and pulls out the camera. Every week, he clicks through the videos, heart pounding, burning in his chest. Every week, his breath catches when he hears that laugh. And every week, it stings and nags and throbs, eating at his insides. But Remus is scared. Scared that he’ll forget the way it felt, the way it feels. He takes out the camera every week again and again to prove that this was real. That he was real.
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flowersforfrancis · 10 months
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originalartblog · 1 year
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I am not immune to new Harukawa art
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ok i know i'm usually a dom levi girlie but i'm rly feeling like riding and edging and overstimulating him until he's on the brink of tears rn, ngl
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The urge to be sat on a lap and have my pussy rubbed into a dripping mess is REAL.
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femmefeedist · 2 years
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give those cute squishy arms a jiggle plz
ok 🥰
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maranull · 4 months
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every time someone anthropomorphises an inanimate object or a concept, a spirit gets born
like, if you name a plushy, it now holds inside a little spirit that loves you
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starsonmarsy · 2 years
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i'm really out here having thoughts? and thinking for myself? and in control of my body? and possessing free will? that doesn't seem right 🤔🤔
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playfully-sadistic · 3 months
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Warm, wet tongue on my clit>>>>
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Okay blorboblogging for a second but honestly the one thing I always think about Lando is how he was brought up with so much love and it's so obvious in the way he talks about his parents. And I'm not talking about being provided for monetarily which obviously he was and I'm not talking about being supported in his racing career. I'm saying just generally being brought up with love and support! Cause it's so obvious to me in the way he's like unafraid to challenge new things? The way he's comfortable having so many interests outside of racing? And the way he's genuinely immensely liked by soooo many people in racing? The way he cares for his family and friends in turn?? Ugh it's always so clear when children are like watered and nurtured from young with lots and lots of care and love. It's sooo nice to experience people like that.
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anneapocalypse · 4 months
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I know it's been said a million times and I'm not adding anything new to the conversation here but I'm just so fucking tired of neopuritanism, whether it's openly conservative or wearing a fauxgressive hat; I don't care anymore. It's all regressive and reactionary. I cannot stand feeling like I'm being gradually shoved back into evangelical Christian sex negative shame and guilt and self-loathing, and my tolerance and understanding for people perpetuating that with "good" intentions has worn extremely thin. I left that shit behind in my 20s and have worked really fucking hard--and still am working!--to put it behind me and leave it there.
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