#???? right??

[shotmrmiller]

military issued wife but you didn't know that using the "dating app" your friend brought up once in idle talk would end with you in an office with a (signed) marriage license on the desk, actively not looking at your 'husband', the burly lummox with a skull mask who's dwarfing the chair he can barely fit in.

you'd thought it'd be like tinder. a potential dating site. as in messaging on the app, getting to know each other, exchanging personal numbers before going on a date. not marriage. not opening your front door expecting it to be your door dasher and instead it's him with a rucksack in one hand and duffel in the other.

he'd looked down his thick nose at you, grunted a quiet, "not bad", and pushed past as if you were a swinging door to a saloon. what the fuck had he been doing there? you'd only spoken a couple of times with him and left on read for the some of it. you'd chosen to move on, try to match with someone else but the app had stopped working (you couldn't swipe right or left anymore) so you'd just put it on the back burner. you had better things to worry about than another disappointment of a man then.

except now said disappointment of a overly large man is taking up most of the couch and his legs aren't even all that far apart. and he's at your house. the house you'd never sent him the address to. as a matter of fact, you'd received a text from an unknown number earlier that had said someone would be home in a few. you'd ignored it thinking it was a wrong number situation but now you're sure it was him. how he got your phone number is also a mystery.

you'd tried to argue. to threaten him with the cops. to get him out and away, far fucking away, but he'd only scooped you up and let you pelt his broad back with your fists. chuckled low in his throat while he smacked your arse to keep still. "i'd hate to drop m'wife."

whatever fight you had he ate right out of you with the heels of your feet digging into the large curve of his shoulders and his hands curled around the back of your thighs. maybe it's because it'd been a while but he'd played your body like an instrument and had you bucking your hips against his tongue, slick coating his face in minutes. (your cheeks burn furiously hot when you think back on what he'd said then. "tight little thing 'nd you've only taken my two fingers." it's flattering, sue you.)

he'd lapped at your sodden cunt until you had overstimulation clumping your lashes together, inner thighs tender from the bristles of his shorn hair and unshaven jaw, your palm on the crown of his head having both pulled him to you and pushed him away.

and then he'd wiped your release with the back of his hand, thumbed the swollen flesh of your bottom lip and rumbled that it's time for bed.

which eventually led to you being here. in front of a man he calls Price, a marriage certificate unlike any you've ever glanced upon, a large gloved hand curled snugly around your leg, fingers grazing a little too close to where he'd left aching and swollen just yesterday.

you're reading the terms and conditions of anything from here on forward. even the fine print.

and then soap comes around and plants a seed in his head of him planting a seed in you :/ at least you can tell your nosy ass aunt that at least you've got a man while she's on her 4th divorce on thanksgiving 💅🏼

[bkdk-bylerthings]

WAIT WHAT

Not my video

[extantodyssey]

tell me how to feel about you now

oh, let me know, do i suffocate or let go?

-

my first time ever making a comic like this! very far from perfect but i’m satisfied

this came about as part of me thinking a lot (too much) about the psychic 7 and their relationships with one another and what those look like/how they develop after the events of the second game

[batwynn]

I’m seeing a weird uptick in people commenting nasty stuff on people’s non-cat/dog pet stuff again and not so gentle reminder:

Your phobia or dislike of certain animals does not give you the right to harass and bully people who love and share them.

Use the blacklist tag like a normal human being, and leave people who love rats or snakes or bugs etc. the fuck alone.

[destiny-hoodie]

Okay, sooooo.........I had a thought........

[not-so-mundane-after-all]

Reunion

[lonelynight13]

I'm not sorry thou-

[velidewrites]

So anyway we all agree that the actor from the new Dune show is Jurian, right?

[ohheyitsjustjinx]

A relationship where we're each others home and safety

[black-cat-babe]

It's a long story...

[mrsoftthoughts]

If i see another person ,who, in a serious way, thinks that Nico and Will are like Achilles and Patroclus or these two reincarnated,im gonna commit a crime.

And i know Apollo would be on my side

[wahgifs]

[IDOL HUMAN THEATER] STRAY KIDS ☆

[ofteacupsandclocks]

“I’m not fortune’s fool, I’m yours” is a modified quote from the most famous fucking love story in the world.

So for context: “I am fortune’s fool” is a quote from Romeo and Juliet. Romeo says that after he kills Tybalt essentially saying he has bad luck.

So what does the quote mean in Hannibal:

On the surface level the entire quote applies to the fact that Will’s bad luck and misfortune is caused by Hannibal’s meddling. Also I think Will says the quote not only about the current situation but also their shared past. Most of the negative events in Will’s life were triggered by Hannibal (encephalitis, going to prison, Abigail dying, etc).

But here’s something interesting if we separate the quote into its two parts:

“I’m not fortune’s fool” is easy and straightforward. It sounds like Will assuming control over his life. Over his actions. Taking over control over his luck.

Then I also wanna focus on the wording “I’m yours” in the second part of the quote. Even with the context of the full quote, but even more so without, it very much sounds like a declaration of love, of belonging, and of ownership. Will is Hannibal’s. His life is Hannibal’s.

So with that in mind putting the quote together again we get: “I’m not fortune’s fool” “I’m yours” and to me this essentially sounds like Will is saying: I am making my own choices now, and I chose to come to you. It isn’t my luck, it is my choice to be here, to be yours.

[waytooinvested]

Kara to M0n El: You come from a long line of people who have done bad things, and there is something of a feud between your people and mine. I immediately think less of you for this and will make you work to earn my trust. Even once you have, if you do something that doesn't fit with my moral code you will have to prove yourself again. Kara to Lena: You come from a long line of people who have done bad things, and there is something of a feud between your people and mine. I trust you immediately and will work to prove everyone who doubts you wrong because I believe in you so completely. When you do something that doesn't fit with my moral code I will fight harder for you and stand up for you against anyone who questions your goodness, including you.

Kara: Uh... M0n El is totally the one I'm into tho.

[mortalscience]

Penelope: Oh, my God, what if they both die? Luke: Penelope, I.. I don't know. Just… Maybe if we lean on each other.. we'll have the strength to get through this together. Penelope: Yeah. We can do that. I wanna do that. I want to do that because they need us. Luke: They do. Okay? Penelope: Mm-hmm. Me and you. Luke: Me and you.