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[dailyjadenep]

[jiserus-blog]

No, Harry. You were just talking to yourself. That's all you ever do. Even in your dreams. And the act is wearing thin, the spots of the disco ball fade around you...

[nocturnalazure]

[laeska]

[factoringpractice]

[bloodsalted]

@firstsoncain || a meme continuation || from here.

abandoned, rundown house in the middle of nowhere. impala parked out front. it's a typical sight for dean winchester. though there's no one in tow with him this time. no. he came out here alone. seeking to put to end the lives of a nest of vampires he discovered while out this way on a hunt with sam. one that he never told his brother, or anyone else for that matter, about. this one was personal. call it something of a secret passion of his ever since---well---he was one. the time that it truly dug into him. shook him in more ways than he let on. years ago. it's a kept tight fascination of his. fascination. stupid word for it. he's been secretly obsessed with hunting these bastards down in his alone time. no one knows. it's just easier that way.

least no one knew.. til--well--he was found. standing in the doorway of a room that looks like a complete blood bath (because that's what it is) in front of him and hearing the familiar steps of someone who instantly makes dean's stomach drop to his shoes and beyond behind him? dean feels the blood dripping from his fingertips. a keep honing in on the mess he's made of himself and knows that now.. cain is in on part of his little secret. a crimson slicked hand reaches out. takes hold of the doorknob and he closes the door (blocking the view) before taking a backwards step and turning to face cain. he looks caught. busted. lips open and blood-caked face full of remorse and shock.

there's a long pause between cain's expectant stare and dean's tongue finding the ability to form words. what did you do, cain's silent question is brought to life by his very expression. dean's lips wrap soundlessly over the first few attempts to explain himself before he blurts out...

"....they had it coming. four dead hikers.. tracked their belongings back here. i made sure those poor bastards were the last ones that ended up being dinner. i'm not going off the deep end or anything. if that's what you're thinking.." he's not.

[howlbear]

It's so hard to not be passive aggressive and petty about how half the Fandom reacted last week after watching the finale

[helianskies]

NedPort, “you're not subtle. at all.” >:3

you're not subtle either, maiva, so consider this one ✨ inspired ✨ :3

Sweet

They are four dates into knowing each other when the question, “Do you want to come over for coffee?” is finally uttered between them. 

João accepts the offer—too keenly, some may argue—and, following a very pleasant meal out together and a short stroll, they venture in the direction of Abel's home. 

Ahead of his visit, he is given a warning of sorts: that Abel is a bit of a collector, which is something he doesn’t talk to people about much, but he feels comfortable enough with João and trusts him to not make any judgements.

It has João curious the whole way there. It has João curious as Abel unlocks his front door. It has João curious as he sets foot inside and Abel offers to take his jacket, hanging it up for him, then showing him through to the living.

His curiosity is soon satisfied.

Abel directs João towards the living room, telling him to make himself comfortable while he goes to make drinks. João, however, having become so fond of the other’s company, insists on staying with him. “Besides,” he jokes, “I need to make sure you aren’t putting anything untoward in my drink. Like sugar!”

Amused and easily won over (a pleasant change when compared to his past relationships), they go to the kitchen together, and it is there that João begins to notice things that hint towards Abel’s collection. 

When the other had said he is ‘a bit’ of collector, it’s clearly no exaggeration: dotted around the room, there are little touches of what must have been the focus of his collecting habit. 

At first, the mugs look to be simple, plain, white mugs. But when Abel holds out the first cup to João, he realises that there is a small, cute face printed on its shiny surface. A face he then notices upon tea towels and small dishes and—is that a pan?!—other items lurking in the open, like a set of oven gloves, a calendar, a plant pot. 

He wants to comment on it. He feels that itch. But Abel soon shows him back to the living room, and João thinks that he has lost his chance. 

How wrong he is!

A cushion on the sofa, a poster hanging on a wall, an orange plushie up on a shelf, a blanket draped over a chair, a little light resting on a table—and then, as Abel sits down on the sofa next to him, he notices that the other has swapped his shoes for slippers, and there she is! Miffy! Two Miffys upon his feet, members of an extensive family of bunnies riddled throughout his home!

“Wow. You’re not subtle,” João muses. “At all.”

The words escape him with little thought. And even then, it takes a while for João to catch himself staring at those darn adorable Miffy slippers.

He eventually lifts his head and gaze to try, wanting to not come across as weird or perplexed by such a fixation, but he finds that Abel is staring at him, and he’s gone a bit quiet. Perhaps even a little pink. 

João realises his mistake. A pit opens up in his stomach.

“I… I didn’t mean—”

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not.”

“I’m a grown man, I know I should—”

A hand has silenced him. João’s hand, to be precise, which rests upon Abel’s knee. Abel looks down at the appendage for a moment, as though to study it and discern why it has appeared on his person, before he looks back up at his guest.

“I didn’t mean it in a bad way,” the brunet reiterates, glad the other does not interrupt his attempt this time. “I promise you: I like it.”

He sits back up straight and waits the few seconds it takes for Abel to relax, his shoulders to drop, his sheepishness to dissolve. 

It isn’t a lie. Odd as it initially was, mostly because Abel is not someone who you would guess, the first time you meet him, to have this mild obsession with Miffy (if ‘mild’ is how you would choose to categorise it). But the longer João thinks about it, the more it makes perfect sense. And it suits Abel splendidly.

“Do you actually…?” the blond asks him through the swelling silence. “I was worried you might laugh…”

João softly tuts. “I would never,” he replies. “Firstly, who doesn’t like Miffy? She’s adorable! And secondly, you are such a damn big softie beneath your cool exterior, and I—”

“You think I’m cool?”

João blinks, thrown through a loop. 

“I mean cool as in calm. Chilled. Maybe a little bit stoic, to some people…”

“Oh.”

“I like it, though. Kinda sexy of you.”

“Oh,” Abel mumbles again, this time into his cup as he has a sip of coffee. 

“Point is,” the other presses on, “I’ve had a suspicion that there’s more to you than meets the eye ever since our first date. Seeing your lovely little Miffys all over the place just confirms that for me. And I love it. I love it.” 

He smiles, and is relieved to find that the tiniest but cutest of smiles has bloomed onto Abel’s face. He really is just… wonderful. He’s wonderful, and different, and sweet, and someone João really does want to get to know more. To see more. To make smile more.

They look at each other over their Miffy cups of coffee. João’s heart and soul are warm. Abel thanks him.

With that all said, the blond asks if João wants anything sweet with his drink—chocolate, perhaps, or some biscuits. Chocolate biscuits, even. Abel has a sweet tooth, and therefore, quite a selection of treats—but, for João, there is only one such treat he would like. And that sweet, sweet treat is waiting expectantly, Miffy mug in hand, for his answer.

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[gojoest]

satoru who gets high from eating you out..

[windienine]

the thing about soulsov is that it's had me feeling unwell about it for like a year now in a way intense enough to get me to start learning ren'py for my own purposes and learning digital art after over a decade of deciding i didn't want to draw

but i'm too shy to actually start a discord or host a forum for a community so insular, so you get both my unhinged posts about it AND everything surrounding it that ended up inspiring me on this account now

[estarion]

you know that room you appear in. the solo room with the bed. in cutscenes. to fuck ... i think of it as basically the smush room at the elfsong. ppl just go in there to smush ... . . .

[oneknightstand-if]

so if merlin only “eats” from mc, mc dies within 2 weeks. Will there be a difference between a fea!mc and a human!mc??

Not really. A fae generally doesn't have any more of a soul than a human does. Anyone, even someone incredibly powerful like a God or Prince of Hell, would eventually get drained dry & eaten if they tried to be Merlin's sole food source.

Which is why Merlin generally doesn't do that. Unless they're purposefully trying to kill someone and gain their powers.

[smallsafespace]

[swampstew]

I had a Kidd thought on my drive home and immediately rushed onto Tumblr to share.

Anyway --

Imagine having certain parts pierced that Kidd could use his power on. 😏😏 He'd be such a dick about it, too, just teasing you at random throughout the day, and no one has a clue. Meanwhile, you're dropping shit at random and throwing glares at him from across the deck, and he just cackles like the agent of chaos that he is.

This is very on brand for him. I 100% agree that he's exactly the kinda shithead to take advantage of bodily piercings on a partner, both for fun and pleasure. Sometimes both. He's a deviant, a devil, he'll edge you all day long just because he can. He doesn't even need anything in return, the satisfaction of making you feral and then blissed out is enough to make him bust without having to touch himself!

What would perfect revenge be? Probably replacing the piercings with something non-metal...

Bonus if you convince him to get piercings that you can then convince him to manipulate on himself while y'all fuuuuuu23232ck, asdjkasdjksadjkladjsakldjslkdjlad

[onthegreatsea]

i know its not fair to expect a bunch of actors to also be good at martial arts. but also the fight scenes in the avatar remake are all over the fucking place

the rythm, the pacing, framing those vary considerably. im fairly sure half the time its to cover for some really shit martial arts on the actors parts. but like if you're going to adapt a show that is 50% martial arts fight scenes it mightve been a good idea to prioritise that in your actors. or even just gotten some good dancers? idk man i know its unfair to compare it to actual chinese martial arts movies but it honestly looks like fucking marvel shit half the time