#(you know how it is)

[rabbiteclair]

there were all kinds of game modes for Goldeneye and Perfect Dark that became meme setups that spread all over, but I don't think I've ever heard of anybody else doing the mode my friends always did in Perfect Dark, which is: no items or weapons except Combat Boost.

the Combat Boost slows the gameplay down a lot. which is a huge advantage in single player, but in local multiplayer there's not really any way to slow it down just for one person. so instead it makes the game slow for everybody, for basically zero net benefit to any player

and you're stuck fighting with your fists, which do awful damage and make people's vision blurry when you hit them

so it was just this 45 minute slog of everybody chasing each other around while their vision was an incomprehensible blur, swinging their fists wildly, and then some fucker would holler slo-mo 'COOOOOMBAAAAAT BOOOOOOOOOST' and slow things to a crawl for no reason except to make the game worse and everyone would groan and shout insults at them

this is an intentionally bad game mode that everybody hated. needless to say we played it for approximately three hours every time we hung out

[starbuck]

“…to me” is one of the most powerful disclaimers we have on here… is this character analysis accurate? debatable. but it’s real… to me.

[iamthemaestro]

if there’s one thing about me it’s that while I do not really resonate with being a “man” I absolutely love like… boyishness. collective masculine terms. “boys” “lads” “gentlemen” that’s where it’s at. gender me like you’re an irritable 18th century sergeant addressing his men

[boomposhpow]

i think i’m funny

[podcastwizard]

everyone thinks they're a poet these days and thank god for that

[spader7]

another ghoul to fall hopelessly in love with...

[inknose]

happy valentines day!! they're really like this.

[thoodleoo]

a 23rd knife has stabbed caesar

[undeaddrabble]

The Jax Show

[theeroticlover]

This, right now.... Need you, do you get it ?

[becca-e-barnes]

Humour me while I scratch a personal itch: Your dad's best friend showing you how your body should be appreciated 😵‍💫

"Come on sweetheart, I know he's just not doing it for you." It had never been a secret that neither Bucky nor your dad liked your new boyfriend but you never imagined this would be the angle that Bucky would be taking to convince you to end things.

"That's none of your business! I'm not talking about this with you!" You're so stunned, you can hardly even get the words out. It's nothing short of mortifying to be talking about your sex life with your dad's friend, never mind the fact you've silently been interested in him since your dad introduced you a couple of years ago.

"You haven't tried to convince me I'm wrong though! You need to stop dating these boys, they're no good for you. They're not what you need." He almost sounds like he pities you and that doesn't sit right with you at all.

"You have no idea what I need." You roll your eyes in derision, unable to believe he'd be this bold.

"Don't I? I bet I could guess. He doesn't kiss you right. He never even dreams of letting the tip of his tongue press against yours and then take it from there. While he's kissing you, he's probably pawing mindlessly at your breasts. He doesn't know how to take it slow and work you up the way you need. He has no idea that rubbing you over your panties won't do enough for you. I bet he's never taken the time to appreciate every inch of you. When's the last time he kissed from your ankle to your knee? How often does he stop to kiss your forehead? Has he ever enjoyed every soft slope and curve of your body? Not just the obvious ones, I mean all of them. The curve of your shoulder or the softness of your hips or the firmness of your calf muscle. He doesn't even try. He's doesn't put the effort in for you." He sounds more upset about this than you thought he would and for a couple of seconds, there's nothing at all in your head.

"Show me how you think he should treat me." There's no point taking the time to think about the implications. You want to know how it feels to have your body safely in the hands of someone who knows what to do with it and this is a better time than any.

His lips barely graze yours at first and it makes you crave more of him. Everything in you knows this has to be a bad idea but his lips are so inviting and his hands are gently holding your waist in a way that makes you want him worse than ever.

The tip of his tongue begins to inch forwards and tentatively, you allow yourself to do the same. Your tongue meets his and rather than feeling overwhelmingly off-putting, the gentle, wet pressure is tender and romantic and intimate. Thrill bubbles in your chest because if this is what kissing is supposed to feel like, you have no idea what else he can teach you that you've never experienced before.

You find you're the one increasing the pressure, looking for more. God, you want this. Excitement buzzes low in your tummy and before you know it, you hear a moan that you can hardly believe came from you.

His hands are roaming the expanse of your back over your clothes, never once straying towards your ass or your breasts. It's too early for that and he knows it's not what you need.

He's enjoying this just as much as you are. He's taking you apart, piece by piece. He knows he's only got as much control here as you hand over to him but he's not taking this at the faster pace you're used to, no matter how you try to dictate the pace.

"You're such. An angel." He kisses down the side of your neck, cradling the other side in his hand. His lips are plump and slick and the sensation leaves you quietly gasping. "You don't know how you deserve to be worshipped. You're stunning."

He presses you back, letting you hop up onto the kitchen counter, massaging your calf muscles with his fingertips. You never thought that would do anything for you but seeing him appreciate each inch of you; seeing how he finds ways to extract a pleasurable sensation you've never been treated to before is breath taking.

"We're not jumping ahead of ourselves, but just to prove my point..." His fingertips trail up your leg, under the skirt of your dress and he checks you're okay with it before pressing the pads of his fingers to your underwear.

The thin cotton is soaked through under his fingertips, arousal making you almost dizzy.

"Good girl, look at you enjoying yourself! Bet you haven't been this wet in a while, have you honey?" He presses his fingertips to your lips, letting you taste your own arousal and your mind races at the thought of sucking it off his length later, something you've never wanted to do for anyone before.

[shesnake]

Cillian Murphy in Oppenheimer (2023) dir. Christopher Nolan

[planet-wyh]

Rsl swan song thingy!

Ignore the hand. and the clothes I got tired

[the-adventures-of-dave]

funniest two posts to see back to back

[anede]

blue house