#[screaming into my hands]

[atsadi-shenanigans]

Oof. Fuckin’ OOF. Got to Act 2. Me and Astarion have been a thing, but I wanna build up friendship with the other companions. So I go in for a long rest, and wake up to Wyll dancing. He asks me to join, I’m like “ooh! Neat!”

But then. Then he’s like “what about making it intimate.” And then the game is all “you wanna lean in for a kiss??”

And I am dedicated to pasty elf boy. Wyll is really nice and I want him to get out of his contract and be happy. So I do not kiss. And the look. On his face. It fuckin broke me. He was SO SADDD. Oh my GODDD.

So I go to Astarion cause I’m like “i need my comfort character.” But we’re in the fake stage still, and it’s so apparent. And it actually made me rethink the romance options.

Gonna stick with it, cause I know the ending, but oomph. 100% using this as fanfic fuel.

I was SO FUCKIN BUMMED. This fuckin game.

[wesleysjournal]

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Kyler belongs to @theworldwalkerswols

[vaperarmand]

lestat wore that robe every single night after his and louis’ first time up until he turned him. lestat you are SICK sick

[raideo]

Absolutely wild to me that someone thinks im hot but i love this person and think they're very cool so I'm not about to put their taste into question shjdbfkfnfkg

[annemarieyeretzian]

beau calling out “you got my back?” and caleb, dropping invisibility, appearing (in his long coat!!! with its high collar!!! wearing a deep purple scarf that his husband essek Definitely made for him!!! his greying hair!!! flames flickering between his fingers!!!)

[bunni-bun]

WHY ARE YOU CLOWNS LEAVING LUCHO BY HIMSELF SO MUCH, HOLY FUCK, GET IT TOGETHER 😭

[luxurypartystuffpack]

middle finger up! tell ‘em boy, bye! boy, bye!

[archivedolon]

spirit blossom phel looks just like yan wushi i'm sick

[lostloveletters]

Playing with the idea of opening chapter 9 with a flashback scene that I have like the bones of but it’s gotta be fucking good if it’s gonna be the prelude to this dramatic ass wedding right?

[cipher-the-sidhe]

I went to a social event last night and accidentally info dumped about fnaf like the silly little neurodivergent I am and I could only stop by shoving my face in my hands and muttering “I’m so sorry, I did not choose this. This happened to me, and I cannot stop it” over and over.

The neurodivergence stays winnin’. And by winning, I mean beating my ass.

[emmaspolaroid]

I can’t even tell you how bad I wish Ray had kept the photo he took of Isabella

[doomspiral]

title? 👀

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51343921

Very nsfw, LietRus, delightful, wonderful, showstopping, amazing.

[thychesters]

wipwednesday tomorrow which means here’s more zoro who thinks he might as well set himself on fire. usopp says that’s great but please go have a crisis elsewhere, he’s trying to sketch.

[hirokiyuu]

im so mad i had a good exocolonist thought and its GONE where did it GO

[gojoest]

bllk ch 219 my fave so far bc

[recovened]

💋 for taylor 👀

She can taste her heartbeat on her tongue. Wild and feverish in her chest as she looks up at him with wide eyes. They had been caught out by sudden rain, droplets matting her hair to her cheeks as they seek shelter beneath the shop front. The lights of the city seem much softer, glossy and gentle through the rain falling from the sky. She becomes captured by the romance of the world around them. Swept up into a fairytale. In her attempts to shield them from the rain she has placed her hands against his chest. Firm, warm. A lighthouse in the storm, stopping her from crashing into the rocks. For once, she yearns to be the princess, the damsel in distress.

Her body moves before her brain can react. Up onto her tip-toes, with no way to reach his mouth but for her fingers to wrap against the back of his neck, beckoning him down closer. It is everything she has wanted to do since that night he cared for her. Showed her there is still kindness in this world, waiting for her when she least expected it. So like waves against the beach, she too crashes into him. His mouth is warm, comforting against the chill of water soaking into her clothes. Caught up in it all, she feels herself afraid to pull away, afraid of the rejection she knows must come when her feet are placed firmly back on the ground.