#smells like fruit in here

[cherryfemm]

Bruh they all doing the gay hand thing.

(ID in alt)

#smells like fruit in here #monster high #mh #mh gen3 #mh cleo #cleo de nile #frankie stein #draculaura #monster high frankie #clawdeen wolf

[housewifebuck]

Torn between wanting Ryan and Oliver to do promo together, but also knowing that if we have that the accusations of queerbaiting will be up the roof 🫠

HUH

#FOR PROMOS? #but also this reminds me I’ve been meaning to make a post about how they always have couples doing promos together like #bathena and madney #and then buck and Eddie are always together too #smells like fruit in here #asks #anonymous

[pestilentbrood]

anyway it's time to post the soup drinker

#this is raketin. raketin has been drinking straight from the wyrmwound's pustules and it is slowly killing him #but he's my silly babygirl in the meantime #clamart #flight rising #fr mirror #//dragon: Raketin #[mumbling to myself] swallowed shampoo. probably gonna die. smelled like fruit. that was a lie .../lyr #oh and also #//dragon: Kukavica #he's here. true #//clan: Loyalty

[synonymroll648]

"And she [Sophie] couldn't help noticing how good he [Keefe] smelled—like wind and salt air and something a little citrusy."

hey guys remember when on page 646 of stellarlune shannon confirmed that keefe is a bit fruity (/hj)

#kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #kotlc shitpost #keefe sencen #soph ty for giving us this detail while you were off being a sophie-koala <3 #(sophie-koala is now a term used in canon once so far and i am taking it and RUNNING) #sokeefe #because this is from the sokeefe chapter we've all heard about by now (42) #but also. the fact that he smells like wind and salt air and something a lil citrusy? #using that for at LEAST one keefitz fic #actually that's just gonna be a staple detail about keefe for me now. keefitz sokeefitz sokeefe something else i WILL use a similar #description to this no matter what. keefe absolutely WOULD smell like oranges. to me. #just because i love the idea of him going from eating oranges to use the peel for a smiley face the way kids love to do in elementary #to do it for that and because he just likes the fruit #salt air is pretty self explanatory because he likes the ocean but like. wind? #i'm pretty sure the context in this one is that he was off flying w/ silveny but. i love the idea that he ALWAYS smells like wind #like wind in your hair on a roadtrip like wind whipping against your clothes in a summer thunderstorm like wind blowing through lonely #hilltops like wind trying to catch you when you're falling off a cliff knowing damn well it won't save you but trying anyway #wind is never here to stay. keefe's never here to stay. he's wired to always be on the move #keefe being equated w/ wind is just. yes #damn i kinda derailed from keefe being a fruit but. he can be both guys i promise

[selenealwayscries]

in what fucking world would you need to put this frame in your stageplay trailer

#moondrop.txt #hypnosis mic #hypmic #actually more specifically #hypstage #jyuto iruma #rio mason busujima #at least i think . im looking at this image in my dark room because its almost 3am #stage hypmic characters are just . 50% fruitier than regular versions of themselves #and their regular selves are already fruity af ! like it smells like fruit punch in here boys TONE IT DOWN #<- aroace #anyways this is from the official twitter account ^_^ how do isue kr for making me see riojyu private time

[rookesbane]

perfume moodboard: lattafa yara

the scent of creamy, pink frosting greets you as you float down from your bedroom. no one’s baking—that’s just how the air always smells. your car takes you downtown, the aroma of tropical fruits begin to fill the air as you near your friends’ beach party. to no one’s surprise, it’s another perfect day.

#in honor of barbie’s release #here’s a moodboard for the most barbiecore perfume in my wardrobe #it just smells so… pink #lmao idk how but that’s what it is #creamy pink frosting that’s not too sweet #and also tropical fruits #very beach party barbie #as someone who’s not big on gourmands but still wants something sweet in my fragrance wardrobe #yara hits the goldilocks spot #some people say it smells like a doll head??? whatever that is #and some say it smells like strawberries—i don’t trust those people #perfume moodboard #perfume #lattafa #lattafa yara #aesthetic #aesthetic moodboard #perfume aesthetic #pink moodboard #barbie aesthetic #barbie core #coquette #coquette aesthetic #pink core #pink aesthetic #princess aesthetic #princess core #mine

[sollilua]

pls dont judge me but i got MORE rose apples because i grinded so much for the exam weeks and my moth brain deserves a bit of Nice Stuff as a treat

#i love that fruit so much HDNUDJD #i should point out that i ate over 5 rose apples in less than 48 hours. they're that good #everyone hates them here because they make the streets smell weird #i loooveeee floral stuff #AND THEY'RE WRONG!!1!1!!1 rose apples literally smell like roses #i should make some rose flavored candies btw #sob i miss the teashop that sold floral teas..... why did they closeeee 😭😭😭😭🖐️

[magioffire]

the fact that i know that the ‘rotting fruit’ scent in that perfume is likely supposed to the scent of death, because ive smelled enough death in my life unfortunately to know death smells like rotting mangoes/fruit. like thanks i would love to smell like death itself

#UHHHH #i swear im not a crazy serial killer even tho it makes me sound like that i just #live near the foothills of colorado and dead things are more common out here i guess LOL #more likely to encounter road kill and all or have a mouse die in your wall :( #nasty #ooc. #also the perfume is called 'secretions manifique' #that should..tell you everything you need to know about t #is it bad i kinda wanna smell that perfume tho?? LOL #im morbidly curious #every time i accidentlly let fruit rot i freak out and am like "oh god i hope a rat didnt die in my wall' #the scents are VERY SIMILAR #also anyone whose ever played disco elysium knows death smells like rotting fruit loool #they talk about it so much...

[pochapal]

these are like. the most mundane regular lines but this is actually feeding into something i have noted down for my 1-10 writeup that's making me reconsider something

#umineko liveblog #ep1 reread #up until now in my head i'd conflated the sickly dusty stench with the smell of the absinthe #but the prologue here is making it clear that the absinthe has its own distinct smell #which then begs the question of what the fuck is so stinky in kinzo's study that it needs specially pointing out #and how crucial a detail is this unseen smelly thing #i'm like 5 minutes into this reread closeread and already i am feeling that it's fruitful

[lovedlovingly]

not to sound dumb but u literally have to want better for yourself in life for life to get better, and this has ZERO to do with what u originally deserve because u already deserve the world. but as long as u hold on so tight to the idea that u don't, bathe in the misery that u convinced yourself is all u should have, you WILL make sure u miss out on good things in life. not all of it, some will still worm their way into your life because it knows its for you. but like stop pushing the good in life away just because you or someone else decided that a false truth of suffering is safer than anything good life has to offer. literally just WANT better for yourself and see what that means for u. there's so many ppl ready to love u, and i bet a part of u is longing to love yourself anew as well, why is the comfort of known suffering better than the terrifying excitement of the multiple doors to the better unknown, why did u choose to keep this pattern as the once u force yourself to be comfortable with.

and if the ppl around u are the ones keeping u in said misery you have to make sure you do whatever u can to get out, whatever they think they're winning from keeping u down you are not! there is love and support around u and waiting for u, you literally just have to stop shaking it off because it feels different to what you're used to. want better for yourself, find out what that means, and try it even if it means just poking one little finger outside of your comfortable self loathing zone

because at least then it means you're trying, your focus has shifted, and you can then start actively choosing how much better life should be for u and how fast - because it's all waiting for u. stop not wanting it for yourself

#yes u will be sad over what youve missed out on - that things arent moving as fast as u would have wanted - etc #just trust that future u will be so happy and proud of the seed u planted so they're now able to get the fruit of that labor #like sometimes if u wanna be able to stop and smell the flowers - plant flowers! #im just so sad having to see friends constantly choosing to close theses off from the good around them #im so sad not being allowed to be their friend fr because of them - because im just here waiting for them to let me love them

[housewifebuck]

#y'all smell that? smells like faggot in here #911edit #911 #911verse #eddiediazedit #Eddie diaz #sorry for two sets of the same scene in a row but. also I am not sorry #my gifs #🪐 #this bitch a whole fruit basket

[rthko]

The straight woman is unsatisfied with straight studio porn. She wants to get off to something in which the actors actually emote and show passion beyond canned moans from the women and, at best, vacant grunts from the men. She turns to gay porn. She knows it's not "for her," but neither was the straight porn, and at least the actors look like they're enjoying themselves. And for a short while she is satiated by Sean Cody et al, but she runs into the same problems she had to begin with. She was not looking at sex but a simulacrum of sex, trapped in Plato's cave. Unsatisfied, she turned to vintage gay porn, harkening to a time when most gay bars still had darkrooms and reliably smelled of piss and Amyl Nitrite. Here was the real thing, in all its animalistic passion. But she still couldn't immerse herself in the fantasy. She wanted the media to engage with her own imagination and meet her half-way, rather than having it spoonfed to her onscreen. She turned to yaoi, with its elongated figures reminiscent of mannerist portraiture, then bara, including hardcore BDSM scenes. But the tactile sensations depicted in the pages didn't do justice to their real life counterparts. She turned deeper into her own imagination, this time reading erotica. No, not the poolside paperbacks sold at Barnes and Noble. The good shit. Why then, was she still not satisfied? She dug deeper, searching for the true meaning of eroticism. She studied the psychoanalysis of Freud, the cultural criticism of Susan Sontag, the feminist poetry of Audre Lorde. She took vacation time and flew to Europe, starting at the caves of Lascaux to explore the human urge to create, then traversed the Camino de Santiago on foot, along the way meeting a 56 year old carpenter from Burgos named Andrés, with whom she had an explosive affair. They both knew it couldn't last, which made them cherish each other's touch all the more. Upon flying home, she gave up. If her search for true eroticism never bore fruit this whole time, why would it now? It would take years before she stumbled upon the answer by pure happenstance: dubstep.

[actual-changeling]

crowley avoiding the bookshop like it's consecrated ground is definitely one of my favourite options for how he deals with the break-up but have you considered the opposite?

he returns to tell muriel how to take care of it (don't sell books, get rid of customers, dust, drink tea, read, nothing else), and then he sinks back into his chair. it is still in the same spot as he put it while waiting for aziraphale to return, still catches as much of the sunlight throughout the day as possible, still smells like earl grey, and vanilla, and a hint of cinnamon.

still smells like his angel.

crowley sits down, takes off his shades and leaves them in their usual spot, and then he allows his human form to fade away until a smaller version of the serpent of eden is curled up on the cushions.

muriel knows, of course they do, and as their time on earth forces them to mature like it does with any celestial being staying for an extended amount of time, they ache for crowley. they make sure he's warm and protected, and that is all they really can do.

he doesn't quite sleep, it's more of a hibernation or whatever imitation he can manage, and he waits. maybe it's stupid, maybe it's hopeless, maybe it is useless optimism, but he has to cling to the possibility of aziraphale coming back for him.

crowley dreams of eden. damp earth and lush plants, sweet fruit and humming insects, and an angel offering kindness to someone who fell from grace

-

edit: continuation here

#alex talks good omens #good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #good omens season 2 #go2 #aziracrow #crowley x aziraphale #ineffable divorce

[mari13606]

If I ever met God I would kill him.

But first I would thank him for two things.

1. For having a hand in creating all the people that I love and cherish.

2. For creating such decadent fruit to be enjoyed at two am, so juicy I end my fervor licking from wrist to fingertip, knife to edge, and the droplets off the cutting board too seeking such sweet nectar.

#killing god #it was a mango btw #it was so sweet i could smell it when I walked in #fruit like that reminds me why I chose to still be here #amongst a lot of other things #but simple joys like that hit home

[bitchimasnake-sss]

"i feel kinda ugly" ft. the monster trio!

in which the biggest dumbasses in the whole of sea comfort you when you fall prey to your shitty thoughts

ft. luffy, zoro, sanji x fem!reader

set-up: you happened to utter out what you thought of yourself and these men are here to prove you wrong. (kind of a serious set of headcanons, but ill try being funny when i can)

warnings: nsfw; somnophilia if you squint, oral f!receiving and m!recieving, boobjob, creampie; MDNI (thankyou very much)

luffy:

my fav little gremlin's in town ^^

- "i feel kinda ugly" you had muttered it under your breath, words dissolving into the chilly night air. you were laying on your shared bed, staring up at the uneventful ceiling as he snored lightly next to you. - he was supposed to be asleep, atleast that's what you had thought (how can you expect him to stay up after eating like 500kg of meat??) - but he stirs awake almost instantly, turning his head to look at your face. he stifles a yawn, mumbling through a half-lidded gaze, "why would you say that?" - "why would i say what?" you smile, waving it off as if it had just been a wayward thought - but lord knows the amount of nights you've tossed and turned, thinking about all the ways you were incompetent for this man who lay in front of you. you weren't pretty like nami or robin, you weren't quick-witted like them, god, what did he see in you? - "who said you were ugly?" his face is scrunched up, the crease b/w his eyebrows deepening "luffy let it g-" "no. who said it?" his violent undertone doesn't go unnoticed, as if he's threatening to take care of whoever made you miserable - you don't have the heart to tell him it's yourself. you convinced yourself you weren't pretty enough. - and so, you stay silent - but his arms are pulling you impossibly close. closer and closer till your chest is pressed flushed against his and you're staring at him confused - "luf-" "that's bullshit." there's conviction in his words that make a dull warmth cascade over your face and neck. - he is pressing his forehead against yours, hands gripping onto you tightly as if letting his grip loosen means he loses this argument. "you're beautiful. you're smart and kind and beautiful." - at this point, youre about to cry - but he inhales deeply, then says "not to mention you smell like a fruit. thats tasty." - yeah the tears dried up. they fucked off and went to sahara desert. - youre currently fighting off a smile because what the actual fuck prompted this man to say that??? and more importantly what fruit do you smell like? "what fruit do i smell like?" "mhm" he's deep in thought, "tangerines" "luffy everyone smells like tangerine. it's because of nami's tangerine trees." he shrugged, "still pretty tasty" - and now youre kissing his adorably stupid face. your fingers tug on the hair on his nape lightly and he whines into the kiss, sucking on your bottom lip as he does so - "you're so pretty" and so he's kissing your neck, nibbling and grazing lazily - two seconds later, he fell asleep. - like actually fell asleep. his mouth is on your neck, open mouthed and half-nibbling and he's snoring through it all. (i mean, what did you expect from someone who had eaten 500kg of meat??) - issokay though cause the second he wakes up, his fingers are hiking one of your legs over his hip. the same fingers then slip inside the loose folds of your shorts, playing with your pretty pussy till you stir awake, moaning his name - you're the one being toyed with and he's the one whispering and whining like he's gonna explode "does that feel good, ngh-" a grin, "god... fuck, cum for me, pretty" - he continues till your velvety walls are spasming against his fast-paced fingers and your teeth are sinking into his shoulder, muffling shrieks this early in the morning - "you're gorgeous" he whispers through a grin - you choose to believe him

zoro:

myhusband ^^

- this was the last thing you wanted. truly. - zoro had just stepped out of the shower with nothing but a towel losely tied around his waist (this was after he had succesfully ignored you and trained for like an eternity) - water droplets clung onto his broad figure, slowly trailing downwards as they glided over every ridge and scar - you probably should have pulled him onto the bed with you, straddled his hips and asked him to stop ignoring you to go spend time with his swords - you probably should have. - instead, you lay stomach-down on your bed, your head softly cradled beneath your arms and against the pillow - "what's up with you?" he asks, unfazed to your tactics "nothing" you mumble half-heartedly he gave you a double over, "you sure? you're sulking more than usual" "i-" you sigh, "i just idk... i just feel kinda ugly?" - this motherfucker laughs, "yeah i mean you kinda are" - he didn't know you were serious. he didn't know till you were softly crying against the linen sheets, your body shivering against your own cries and staggered breaths - "yn?" there's panic in his voice, "yn, baby, are you crying?! fUCK IM SORRY!" - he didn't know you were serious. i mean how wAS HE SUPPOSED TO KNOW?! HE THOUGHT YOU WERE BEING DRAMATIC FOR NO REASON LIKE ALWAYS - "hey" you've never heard the swordsman speak so softly as he does now. he's pulling you up softly, placing you in his lap almost mechanically, "yn, baby-" - he lets you sob into his chest for as long as you need to, his fingers are rubbing gentle patterns into your back, arms and waist. - once you've calm down, his hand tips your face lightly towards him. he silently wipes the tears away. - he doesn't say anything and somehow his silence brings more comfort than his words could. - "don't think stupid shit" his palm is resting on your face, pouring warmth across the stretch of your cheek, "you're gorgeous." "but you said im ugly" you lean into his touch "i also said i will return back nami's loans with full interest" a small smile tugs on his lips, "sometimes even i say stupid shit" "so, you don't think i'm ugly?" - his response comes in the way of leaning in and kissing you, one hand on your cheek as the other kneads your waist. - he's laying you down, hovering over you easily and pressing hot kisses to your neck and jawline. sucking, biting till you can feel bruises blossoming across your skin. his knee presses against your core, blinding you with delicious jolts " his agile fingers are hiking up your skirt, letting it pool around your waist, "let me show you how pretty you are, baby" - so, he's pulling your panties with his teeth, he's licking a clean stripe on your inner thigh, kissing and bruising the sensitive skin "and you're dripping wet already? want me to fuck you that bad, eh?" - he's running his tongue over your clit, tracing figures as he alternates between your drooling hole and the bundle of nerves - and so obviously you're now cumming on his face, letting your juices coat his lips, thighs shaking as he gives you kitten licks to help you ride your orgasm - he looks up at you; your hairline damp with sweat, eyes closed in bliss, a warm hue of red sprinkled across your face, your chest rising and falling with each labored breath "i've never seen someone prettier" he declares from between the plush of your thighs, smiling up at you like it was the first time he had truly seen you - you choose to believe him

sanji:

mhm, a fine specimen ^^

- you don't keep secrets from sanji. - or more like you physically cannot. - this man is your greatest cheerleader, there's no way you can hide something from him no matter how squeamish it makes you to say out loud - so after noticing your off behaviour the entire evening and pestering you for twenty minutes after dinner, he had successfully got you to say what you were thinking out loud "sweetheart, darling, the apple of my eye. what is wrong?" you shake your head again, "nothing." "yn, my love, 'fess up" - he said it so sweetly you had to fess up. there was no choice. - "i just feel a bit bad about myself today" "bad? how so?" "i just... just feel kinda ugly" - he looks like he's going into cardiac arrest (he probably is) cause there's no way you, his girlfriend, literally the prettiest girl in all four seas just said that out loud - honestly, i can just see this man tearing up and blaming himself "is it me, mon chéri? did i do something wrong?" tears are clinging on dangerously onto his lasheline "what?! no!" "i am sorry. i love you so much. i must have said something wrong because you're so gorgeous, so earth-shatteringly beautiful-" - honestly you had to calm this bitch down first, explaining to him that he was perfect in every way he can be, it's probably just your own fault - but he refuses to accept it as your fault. - this man, this beautiful, amazing man has to now cling onto you and pepper kisses onto you face like there's no tomorrow. like everytime you try to speak, he wont let you cause he needs to ramble about how absolutely gorgeous you are - he spoke for so long that you are now convinced that to the world you may not be the prettiest woman alive but to this blonde man (with a great ass), you mean everything - his kisses blended into soft whispers and whimpers as you forced him to rest against the headboard and straddled his hips - you can feel his poking erection through his dress slacks as you kiss him senseless with only one goal in mind, to let him know he did nothing wrong - you nudge his slacks downwards till his cock hits you lightly in your face - your lips encircle his tip, sucking on it lightly as your hand moves up and down his length, languid and slow "yn~" his voice is a choked whisper, "you- are killing me. faster, please darling." - now you're catching his dick between your tits, massaging his length with the softness of your breasts as your tongue laps up at his tip, licking any pre-cum that escapes him "fuck fuck fuck fu-" his moans are an incoherent ramble, "i'm gon' cum, fuck you feel- so ngh- good" - he comes on your tits and face and almost releases again when he sees you scoop up the sticky fluid from the corner of your lips and lick it away - so with cum-painted tits and face, he whispers, "yn, you are the most gorgeous woman i have seen." - you choose to believe him

a/n: honestly cannot thank you guys for how much you'be blown up these posts in the past few days, so here, have a little treat

#one piece #opla #one piece zoro #zoro x reader #luffy x reader #sanji x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #vinsmoke sanji #monkey d luffy x reader #monkey d luffy #one piece x reader #zoro smut #roronoa zoro smut #one piece smut #sanji smut #vinsmoke sanji smut #luffy smut #luffy headcanons #zoro headcanons #sanji headcanons

[handern]

marathoning TMA when you're sleep deprived will have you absolutely convinced that you're haunted by Jane Prentiss

#babbles blabbles #hey don't read the tags that follow #if you hate worms ok #ok cool so here I go #I'M GOING TO CRY I CAN'T EAT ANYTHING ANYMORE #THERE'S A SMELL IN MY FLAT #AND THERE ARE WORMS IN MY FRUITS #I found WORMS in CANNED FOOD and in an unrelated box of dattes #like WHAT THE FUCK GET OUT OF MY HOUSe #THERE'S BLACK SPOTS IN MY BATHROOM AND A BAD SMELL THERE TOO #(different from the general bad smell) #I'm not even technically sleep deprived I sleep ten hours a day and I nap ????? #why does this bitch feel like they haven't slept in days #now my brain is telling me that I have scurvy???? #AND that I'm haunted by Jane Prentiss but that's nothing new #I'm prone to mild hallucinations when I'm in this state so like maybe the smell is in my head #but it's really fucking annoying either way #SLAPPING MY BRAIN WITH A SPATULA #YOU WERE WORKING FINE FOR ALMOST 6 MONTHS YOU PIECE OF SHIT NOT THIS AGAIN #and all my usual painful spots are aching x10????? #they all decided to hurt like a bitch at the same time for some reason #@ my brain and my skeleton : we've been over this already quit that shit