Abu Al-Faraj Al-Isfahani’s Kitab Al-Aghani Records The Lives Of A Number Of Individuals Including One

girl this better work

good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

it's the bisexual curse pasi 😓😓

all i talk about is pussy😭

imma be SO inappropriate rn

You can trust him, he's a good guy...

Intro to Mineralogy is nottttt makiiingggg senseeeeee 😮‍💨

is this what i get for hyperfixating on steven universe when i was 12 ....

i just wanted to see pretty gems !! not !!! this !!!!

Your Tumblr username decides your profession. How is your first day at work?

˚｡୨♡୧ ˚｡ 𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑴𝒀 𝑴𝑶𝑶𝑻𝑺 𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑻𝑻𝒀 𝑩𝑼𝑻...

@osamwah is caring like an angel

@xoxokirby is as sweet as cotton candy

@yuujispinkhair reminds me of swans in love

@desi-the-blue-eyed-kakushi is that friend who cheers you on no matter how shitty life is

@mikage-rehoe is so cat coded i love it

@kitashousewife brings me peace like the greenest field

@saenora is an art made by god that he cherishes

@qichun reminds me of berries. epecially blueberries they are my favorite.

@tetzoro reminds me of the Valentine's because everytime i look at her, she is always filled with so much love and joy

@cosmicstarlatte is my favorite grape soda because she's sweet and tangy all at once

@sugumimi is as pretty as those white ribbons i always tie my hair with

@dabisqueen reminds me of thunderbolt. she is strong and so bright. she brings me strength.

@zorosdimples is a clover because i feel like everyone gets lucky when she appears on dash

@canwenotdothis is my favorite banana and avocado sock that i show off to everyone

@driaswrld is my favorite song who's melody makes me hop and dance

@devoti is my favorite orange cat because she is so unpredictable and unhinged but a sweet little thing

@papersirens is the comic book on my shelf that i rarely read but always admire the art of

@sachiyoh is my favorite milktea boba

@gojoest reminds me of the cerulean blue of gojo's eyes

@rizzmin is the blood you i suck off my loved ones when they're hurt

@snowberi is the prettiest sunset ever

@fuyuaika reminds me so much of pretty tulips i see down the flowershop

@kentoangel reminds of the cute clouds in a clear sky

@strawberrystepmom is fall season and everything autumn related.

@doobea is my favorite plushie

@half-baked-biscuit is my favorite holiday festival

@linpunny is a sweet and sour neon pink candy floss

@margumis is my favorite sentence that i draw hearts around in my book

@yuta-nation is as comforting as my winter sweater

@princess-okkotsu reminds me of saturn

@dreadsuitsamus is my favorite laugh and joy

@vagabond-umlaut is the castle built on a foundation of belongingness

@renhoeku is as strong and pretty as the ring around jupiter

@elusivemoon is blue hour on a chilly night

@bluberrimuffintop is rose quartz crystal

@ringasm reminds me of the constellations in a night sky

@sleepy3 reminds be of the color lilac

@moshimochis is a vanilla icecream that brings me comfort after a hectic day

@shoyostar is a planet that rains diamonds

@oreo-creampie is my favorite dark academia aesthetic

@gojo-mochi is my favorite sweet shop to visit

@nyimasu is a cherry wine giving me company on a lonely night

@moonlit-mizukage reminds me of rain

@vampgloss is the prettiest butterfly i have ever seen

@deskaisers reminds me of stargazing

@eros-lives is the night club i love going to

@benkeibear is my favorite cute lil hamster

@unknownspecies is a tiger shark

kento's a real man.

a man who uses your purse with no shame, even if everyone stares at him.

a man who does not feel ashamed in doing 'feminine' activities, in his eyes, it's just an activity. since when is cooking or knitting shameful?

a man who doesn't have the need to control your every move. he doesn't always need to be in a position of power over you.

a man who flaunts your achievements, even if they're greater than his. in fact, he could never be prouder.

a man who understands the decision of the amount of children to have entirely is up to you.

a man who isn't scared to buy feminine products and in fact volunteers to buy them when you are in need.

a man who understands that housework is a shared activity and that being a housewife is a real job.

a man who understands the sacrifice of becoming a full-time mom and makes sure you know you're appreciated in every single moment.

note: beabadoobee reference, got an idea while listening to her song

Uhm??? HELPPP?????

Facebook wins

If ever a man was deserving of a blow job it’s Joel Miller

A/N: joel x f!reader. blow job duh.

He comes home at odd hours and sometimes he doesn’t come home at all. It’s not even your place–it’s his. His shitty room with four walls and a peach couch sprouting stuffing. It’s not a Joel couch. He probably would have had a La-Z-Boy. 

You wait. You wait and listen to the radio. Get really well acquainted with the 80’s catalogue. You're his ears when he’s gone. It really isn’t a job, but it’s the small things you can do for him.

***

“Move over,” he mutters in a low voice. It’s the middle of the night, his hands are cold as he pushes you to the edge of the mattress. You’re an inch from rolling off before his strong arms wrap around your waist and haul you back to his chest. 

“How was today?”

“Shitty.”

“Did you eat?”

He mumbles something noncommital into your hair and squeezes you, sealing you to his front to leach your warmth.

You trace his scars that drag across his forearm. You prod the dry skin, sunspots and freckles. His mouth is nearly latched to the nape of your neck, his breath puffing evenly. He’s exhausted, which isn’t a surprise. He works day in and day out in addition to all the illegal shit he’s running. 

He’s always running. 

***

In the morning, you push him onto his back. The sun filters through his windows, spouting through moth-eaten curtains. There are dust motes in the air. The smell of dirt and Joel, which is something like sawdust and gunpowder. Wood finish. The interior of an old car. He grunts when you slide between his legs, docile because he's still threaded with grogginess. He slept in his clothes, and you take care as you gingerly remove them. 

He does peek one eye at you to make sure you aren’t some creep who’s slipped into his room to take advantage.

"It's me," you grin, and he blinks before shutting his eyes again. Typical.

You like to study him like this. He’s ruddy and baked from the sun. He’s all scrapes and silver-dark hair and his middle is soft from age. He's unnaturally strong, but some parts of him just don't tighten anymore.

Your gaze flickers from his face to the sparse hairs at his chest and then to his groin. You touch his cock, skating your nails over the shaft. It twitches, hardens almost immediately. You lower your head and take him into your mouth.

Joel stiffens, jerks a little as his knees come up and his hand flies to your scalp. “What’re you–”

You release him for a moment. “Relax, baby. Let me do this for you.”

His eyes are still foggy and unfocused, his brow furrowed so deep it might crack his skin. He’s so serious all the fucking time and you’d wish he’d just unknot himself for once. Loose the strings that bind him so painfully to his past.

You settle onto your knees before you wrap your lips around his cock, swallowing him down until the head hits the back of your throat. You gag, drool bunching around your gums as you clench the inner walls of your mouth. 

He does not expect that because he arches.

“Fuck,” he growls. “Jesus–honey–”

You place one hand on his belly and the other at his balls. You tug them, massage their weight just as you draw back enough to dip your tongue into the slit at the tip of his cock. A rumble burns through his chest. The hand on your head tightens. 

You hollow your cheeks and utilize a deliberate suction. After fucking Joel for months, you understand the things he likes: roughness, a dash of pain, and the promise of filth. You ease off before you return with a vengeance. You gently scrape your teeth along the frenulum, soothing the graze with a lick. It’s a sloppy blow job for sure, but that’s what he needs. His brown eyes stay locked on your own, his pink tongue sweeps over his lower lip as his hips buck against your chin. A muscle in his jaw spasms and his heels are digging into the mattress. He looks incredibly young as if you're seeing a Joel invigorated with his old youth because you're sucking him off like a porn star.

“You’re fucked,” he groans, head tipping back as he shudders through another round of you playing with his balls while deep throating him. “You’re so so fucked, sweetheart.”

You watch his belly tense, the tendons in his arms and throat snap to attention as you escalate the pressure, gag a little louder, stroke him faster while he stares at you with incredulity. 

You? This? Where the fuck did you learn how to suck dick like that?

“Shit,” he hisses as you feel him swell, his cock is pulsing in your mouth and against your palm like a living thing. His fingernails are scratching beneath your hair. He’s breaking….

And then he does.

He goes all stiff and hot before you feel the warm rush of his spend salt your tongue and throat. You nearly choke on it before you pull away, hand subtly pressed to your lips. You try and leave the bed, but he's already sitting up on his knees. His cock red and hanging between his legs, all flushed and wet with your spit. 

“You’re dead, girl,” he husks as he beckons you toward him. “Get back on here and turn the fuck around.”

He’s kind of smiling.

If oscar hit me with this open-mouthed goldfish kiss, I'd be bricked in two seconds.