triggered-vantas:

That em9ti9n y9u feel when y9ur significant 9ther re6u66les a picture 9f y9u.

PRIDE?  HAPPINESS?  GOOINESS?  TWITTERPATION?

loliconprince:

making ppl u hate mad is almost erotic

mirror:

Show this gifset to anyone who asks you wtf “Tumblr” even is.

tickatocka:

some fun sex tropes:

  • laughing during sex
  • and/or things going wrong during sex that leads to laughter
  • sex on a countertop/tabletop/sink because we couldn’t wait to get somewhere with cushions
  • kissing to stay quiet
  • biting to stay quiet
  • one person meticulously doing something entirely for the other’s benefit without expectation or need of reciprocation
  • "wow i did not know that was A Thing for me until right now and i’m totally fine with that but for the love of god keep doing it"
  • someone straddling the other while they’re “trying to read” and slowly getting them to put the book away
  • "you’re only allowed to sit there and watch until i tell you otherwise"
  • kissing anywhere but the lips
  • alternatively, touching anywhere but where the person desperately wants to be touched
  • "we couldn’t find a condom so we’re getting each other off in other ways" sex
  • anything involving the secretive brushing of fingertips against inner thighs in public spaces
  • sex with clothes half on/panties still on
  • the pleasant misuse of ties
  • sleepy morning kisses that accidentally turn intense
pizzaight:

shutsman:

WHAT SPORT IS THIS?

my sport

pizzaight:

shutsman:

WHAT SPORT IS THIS?

my sport

indigonite:

doctor-whomura:

when people characterize kanaya as this prim and proper super serious girl who doesn’t understand humour at all it bugs the hootin’ heck out of me because

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kanaya

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is

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actually

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sassy

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as

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fuck

and no one seems to realise it.

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officialvarrictethras:

warning

do not, i repeat, do not

think about your favorite character’s face when they orgasm, especially after an agonizingly slow build of teasing and foreplay that lasts for hours

don’t imagine the relief in their eyes right before they close them

don’t imagine the sounds of their ecstasy as they finally hit that sweet spot

don’t imagine every line and muscle in their body tense and arching as they ride the aftershocks

don’t imagine the way they sag and pant and smile afterward, drawing their partner close to their sweat-slicked body

just don’t do that to yourself