#(i swear i'm normal)

[female-hysterics]

Okay so I just read your fic and 👏👏👏👏

I do propose an image for you to think about based off that~ 👀

Aemond falling for a servant. Like one of those...milk maids? Idk the servants who do the actual breast feeding??

He would have milk whenever he wants frfr🥛🥛🥛🥛

Thank you, lovely! 💕

I think they are called wet nurses? 🤔 But I absolutely LOVE this idea!

Aemond using his sway as Prince to get them to visit his chambers late at night, maybe even bribing them to not use as much of their milk throughout the day (maybe there are more than one nurse so no baby goes hungry) so by the time she shows up she's all but shoving her breasts in his face and he's in heaven

OR

If you want to be a little more on the dub-con side...

Aemond abusing his position to corner the nurse in some shadowy alcove, making her keep quiet with a hand over her mouth, and forcing her top down to get to her chest. Hiking up her skirt to get inside her cunt at the same time. Making her bounce on his cock while he sucks her dry while she fights back tears. Who would ever believe her?

[misteria247]

Ford and Stan keeping each other grounded. Like of Ford's having a flashback from his years of dimension hopping or thinking about Bill and having nightmares, Stanley's there holding his hand or gripping his shoulders or hugging him and telling him he's alright and that nothing can hurt him anymore. Not while Stan's there. Or Stan having an amnesiac episode and he forgets who he is or where he is, Ford's there already grabbing his arm or pulling him into a hug and rubbing his back, gently telling him facts about who he is. Telling him about Dipper and Mabel and Soos and Wendy, and how he's safe. How Ford is there for him and telling him that he loves him and that he'll always be there him. That Ford is sticking with him.

They keep each other in the present time and place, reminding each other that there's someone out there who loves them. Who'll always protect them and look for them to the ends of the earth. Who will fight and die and live for them. Just two brothers who help the other heal and grow.

[theincredimazingbablesquatch]

Cursed Sex Toy concept: The Flutelight.

It's like a normal fleshlight but it has flute holes and a resonance chamber so it plays a note every time you thrust

[n3cr0angel]

some crack ship that was a joke with my partner... isn't anymore /hj

extra:

[slushieplanet]

I slowed the movie down to admire the chase scene and found that Peter touches Miguel to get his attention... bro slides his hand down Mig's back and up his arm before asking for a photo. b r u h

:( 💔

[themysterioustaria]

When the hiperfixation so good you can't form a single coherent thought >>>

[lazylazysblog]

[SUONIREI] MINE

TW: Cannibalism, blood

If you're not okay with this kind of story, please skip. I always wanted to write suonirei in this kind of story, so... I apologize.

It had been two days. Two days since Nirei’s body had gone cold. Two days since the light that filled Suo's world had flickered out forever.

The funeral preparations moved forward, cold and unrelenting like the ticking of a clock. The others tried to console Suo, patting his back, offering words that felt hollow and insubstantial. They didn’t understand. How could they? They hadn't seen the way Nirei’s laughter lit up the darkest of nights. They hadn’t felt the way his presence was like the warmth of spring after a bitter winter. Suo had lost not just a lover but a piece of himself, a piece he wasn’t ready to let go of.

And today was the day. Nirei's body would be cremated, reduced to nothing more than ash and memory. The thought sent a cold blade slicing through Suo’s chest. He couldn't bear it. He couldn’t let them destroy the only tangible remnant of the person who had given his life meaning.

He sat alone in the small room that had once been theirs, his mind was full of agony. His hands trembled as he clenched the edge of the table, his breath coming in shallow, erratic bursts. No. I can’t let them take him. I won’t.

The decision crystallized in his mind as clear as ice. Suo’s gaze flicked to the leather eyepatch he had discarded on the dresser. He didn’t need both eyes to see the truth—if Nirei couldn’t stay with him in life, then he would remain with him in another way. Forever.

Hours later, Suo’s apartment was silent except for the soft hum of a fan. The space was suffused with a sickly sweet scent—not entirely floral, but close. Nirei lay on the dining table, surrounded by beds of white lilies, chrysanthemums, and roses. Their purity framed the still figure like a saint in repose. His blond hair was still messy, framing his boyish face, now pallid and waxy. His dark brown eyes were mercifully shut, as though he were only sleeping.

Suo’s hands shook as he traced a finger along Nirei’s jawline. His face was cold, but still beautiful. Majestic, even. Tears blurred Suo’s vision, but he forced himself to smile. Nirei hated seeing him cry.

“You look perfect,” Suo whispered. He brought a hand to his own face, wiping away the dampne“ss. “You’ll always be perfect.”

The butcher knife gleamed under the dim light, the metal catching Suo’s reflection. His hands shook as he set the plate, the utensils, the wine glass. This was madness—he knew that. But love had never been rational.

Suo knelt beside Nirei, resting his head on the lifeless chest that would no longer rise and fall with breath. He inhaled deeply, trying to capture the faintest trace of Nirei's scent. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, tears spilling over his cheeks. “I’m so sorry, Nire-kun.”

He picked up the butcher knife.

The first cut was the hardest. Suo’s hand hesitated, hovering above the pale flesh, unable to press down. He’s already gone, he told himself. You’re not hurting him. He closed his eye, summoning every ounce of willpower, and brought the blade down.

The blade slid into Nirei’s arm, just beneath the shoulder, splitting the pale skin. Crimson welled up, sluggish and thick, staining the flowers beneath him. Suo’s breath hitched, and for a moment, his composure cracked. He dropped the knife, collapsing to his knees beside the table.

“Nire-kun...” he sobbed, gripping Nirei’s lifeless hand. “Why did you have to go? You promised we’d stay together, no matter what.” His voice broke, and he buried his face against Nirei’s cold fingers.

The room was silent except for his muffled cries. Minutes passed—maybe hours. When Suo finally lifted his head, his tears had dried, leaving salt trails on his cheeks. He inhaled deeply, steadying himself. He had to do this. For Nirei.

The next cut was surer. Suo worked methodically, though his tears never stopped falling. He carved away the flesh with precision. Each slice felt like both a desecration and a devotion. He began with Nirei’s arms, taking only small pieces at first. The skin was pale and smooth, unmarred except for faint scars, a result of Nirei's dedication to protecting his loved ones.

When he was done, Suo lit a candle and sat at the table, his trembling fingers gripping the fork and knife. He stared at the plate before him, his stomach churning with nausea and dread. But beneath it all, there was something else—an all-consuming need to keep Nirei with him.

He took the first bite.

The taste was indescribable—a mixture of salt from his tears and the metallic tang of flesh. Suo gagged, his body rejecting the act even as his mind screamed for him to continue. He forced the food down, his throat burning, his chest heaving with suppressed sobs.

Each bite was a battle, each swallow a betrayal of the man he had loved more than life itself. But Suo pressed on, his tears falling uncontrollably, his muttered apologies filling the silent room. He imagined Nirei smiling at him, forgiving him, telling him that it was okay.

He continued. Bite after bite, piece after piece. He worked his way across Nirei’s body, carving away flesh, muscles, and sinews. He cooked some of the portions, searing them in a hot pan, while others he consumed raw, savoring the raw intimacy of it.

The room grew heavier with the scent of iron and charred meat. Blood soaked into the flowers, turning the white petals a deep, macabre crimson. The once-beautiful tableau had become a grotesque parody of a feast, but Suo didn’t care. Each bite brought him closer to Nirei, binding them together.

The hours bled together as Suo continued his macabre feast. He didn’t stop until there was nothing left, until the plate was empty, until Nirei was a part of him in the most literal sense.

When it was over, Suo collapsed onto the table, his body shaking with the force of his sobs. "You’re with me now," he choked out. "You’ll always be with me."

The days that followed were a haze. Suo carried on as though nothing had happened, his outward demeanor as calm and composed as ever. But inside, he was shattered.

Sometimes, he swore he could hear Nirei’s voice, soft and cheerful, like it had been in life. Other times, he felt a warmth in his chest, as though Nirei were still there, still holding him, still loving him.

And maybe he was.

Because Suo had done the unthinkable, and though the world might call him mad, Suo didn’t care.

Nirei was his. Forever.

[literallysomeusername]

for the love of god, please don't tell me i'm the only one who got emotional when starscream said "remember to take care of yourself" to hashtag in earthspark, like please, my heart-

[kuro-is-silly]

it's september! hahaha!! who up evelyning their evelyn?!?! hahahahahaha??

[nonndrawz]

GUYS!!! THE CYCLOPS IN THE GOW: RAGNARÖK VALHALLA DLC TRAILER LOOKS VERY SIMILAR TO THE CYCLOPS FROM GOW 3!!! LOOK AT THEIR MODELS!!! THEY BOTH USE A TREE STUMP AS A WEAPON!!! THEY BOTH HAVE A METAL BRACELET ON THEIR LEFT ARM!!! THEY BOTH WEAR SANDALS!!! THE ONLY DIFFERENCE IS THE COLOR OF THEIR LOINCLOTH!!! PLUS IT MAKES SENSE THAT THIS CYCLOPS WOULD LOOK LIKE ONE KRATOS HAS KILLED, SINCE WE ARE FACING HIS PAST!!! LET ME COOOKKK!!!

[no-place-to-be-happy]

If Zib had craving (coHgh) what do you imagine it would be?

[gigigazelleloves]

Save a Horse, Ride a-

[pardonmydelays]

i was trying to find something on my blog and of course i couldn't so i decided to try through tumblr archive and this is what it looks like now:

[kameyyy]

Would you guys think I'm crazy if I tell you guys I drink 1 litre of milk within the span of 24H

[williamscigar]

Heeeey Sherlock Holmes chapter one fandom, can i join ?<3

[triple-pupil]

I am very normal about it, Why do you ask?