#2248

[soundsofpleasure]

by didi-champleve

the conclusion to an hour of playing and edging and riling myself up...

[renksizsiirler]

bazı geceler sana küsüyorum. ertesi gün hiç sana küsmemiş gibi gördüğüm yaşadığım her şeyi içimden sana anlatıyorum. bazı geceler seni affediyorum. sonra seni affettiğim için kendime kızıyorum. ama yine dönüp dolaşıp sana geliyorum. bir insanı içinde yaşatmak zordur, derlerdi. şimdi çok daha iyi anlıyorum. kendi içimde sana küsüyor, affediyor , ağlıyor , gülüyorum. bir şekilde yaşatmaya çalışıyorum. ve seni yaşatmaya çalışırken yanında ben ölüyorum. çok garip değil mi , seni içinde yaşatan benim ama ölen de benim. senin kirpiğinin tanesi bile zarar görmüyor. günün birinde, senin ölümüne karar verirsem -ki bu gün çok yakın olacak sanırım-, o zaman yaşayan , kirpiğinin tanesine zarar gelmeyen ben olacağım. sen diye bir şey olmayacak. kalmayacak. kül olacak.

[tmt-sketch-a-day]

Stay Warm

I have a whole collection of polished drawings I haven’t posted. Might start sharing more of them

original sketch: https://tmblr.co/ZiVmYsbLlQ4S4W00

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: June 20, 2007

Lyrics:

You

Don't wanna hear your name

Don't wanna see your smile

'Cause baby, I'm still crying

And go, it's time for you to get out

I'm sick of standing my ground

'Cause I just stand up running

And I go to sleeping believing in tomorrow

But I wake up screaming, halfway through the night

You know I can't get over

And I don't know why

You know I can't get over

No matter how I try

And I don't know why

We

Will always be the same

You say it's time for a change

But I can't see one coming

So I climb out of the darkness of your lovin'

But I end up falling back into your arms

You know I can't get over

And I don't know why

You know I can't get over

No matter how I try

And I don't know why

From beginning to end once again

Right back to where we started

I know, I'm right

We were wrong all along

You know I can't get over

And I don't know why

You know I can't get over

No matter how I try

You know I can't get over

You know I can't get over

And I don't know why

You know I can't get over

No matter how I try

And I don't know why

Songwriter:

Jonas Von Der Burg / Niclas Von Der Burg / Anoo Finn Ananda Bhagavan

SongFacts:

👉📖

[jsnlxndrlv]

I only actually play two of these with any regularity

Reblog and put what games you have on your phone

[albertxylin]

Fragile Shallows

Superficiality leaves no room for nuance, No space for exploration. It is a thin pane of glass That cannot fill a window. Do not dive into a shallow pool.

[paulchinetti]

Doin’ a little 3d modeling. #everyday #everydaypicture #sketchup #2248 https://www.instagram.com/p/Cpd9PvvuIeW/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[wizardscar]

joined the Hermitcraft pool in splatoon for sillies but there's someone else here FINALLY!!!!

[lostdrarryfics]

Hi! Okay the fic i am looking for is an 8th year Hogwarts fic. I read it on ao3. i don't recall too many details.

It had inter-house unity. Harry and Draco slowly start falling in love. Towards the end Draco is put on trial and he is taken away from Hogwarts into custody. He had to go through a trial so basically Harry and his friends come together to defend him. Basically Hermione takes over and starts putting everything together and I think she also speaks for him in court. I remember Draco being very scared and timid.

So yeah those are only things i remember.

Thank you!

We believe you are looking for Get Some by sara_holmes (78k, M)

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[lostinmirkwood]

In order to listen to my audiobook when not driving I need a hand-consuming activity. It’s painting tonight. Might switch to embroidery later. Just need A Task.

[western-magical-girl-confessions]

“One of the dumbest excuses I always see for Lila is “She's just 14.” She is 14, she is more than old enough to be well aware that her actions are awful but she just doesn’t care. She only cares about herself. There is no excuse for her behavior, and I’m so sick of seeing aged used as an excuse for somebody’s actions in honestly anything.

Now do some salt fics take it way too far? Oh yeah definitely. But with all the Lila has done, she can’t just get away with a time out in the corner.”

[nocontextmythical]

that's great.

[therighthandofvengeance]

when The One Who Will Be knows what’s in Dukaht’s Sacred Place

and

when The One Who Is spares The One Who Will Be because of the poisonous sensation of slaughtering an entire race is suffocating in its entirety

[unabashedtragedyruins]

[homelanderbutbig]

I Love You Too (G/T Homelander x Reader)

2248 words. Pure fluff. Homelander is 8 feet tall. Reader is non-descriptive. Beginnings of a relationship.

When you and Homelander officially became a couple.

Homelander has had this event burned into his brain, how exactly he wanted it to go. It would be like a scene straight out of the movies. You would be whisked away to a secluded beach by a horse-drawn carriage, where a private band would be playing your favourite song. You would walk along the rose petal covered sand to his waiting arms, where he would confess his love for you. You would return his feelings, and ask him to be your boyfriend. Of course he would graciously say yes, as if this wasn't all a part of his master plan. Lastly, you would kiss him as doves fly above your heads, and the starry sky is filled with fireworks.

He's been plotting like a madman all week, doing his damndest to set this up. A fairytale beginning to a relationship with you, as is befitting of a man of his impeccable standards.

And yet, just like everything else in his life, nothing ever goes as he plans. The people he's placed his faith in to get this together for him are not living up to his expectations. He's spending more and more time trying to fix their mistakes, to the point where it's consuming his every waking thought. Every failure keeps eating away at his resolution, to the point where he doesn't know if he should even go through with it anymore. If it isn't perfect, would you even accept his passionate admissions?

He's been avoiding you all day. It's a reality that's pretty hard to miss, considering he's the tallest man you've ever known. As the face of Vought's superhero team, the absence of his presence is odd. Or at least, it's odd that he seems to solely be eluding you. You happened to ask some of your co-workers who confirmed that Homelander was in fact in the Tower today, only furthering your suspicions. At least something serious didn't happen to him, but it doesn't make you worry any less that something's wrong.

When your shift ends in the evening, you do as you normally would and take the elevator up to his penthouse. You weren't certain that he would be there, but you're relieved to see him sitting on his couch in the living room. Regardless, he isn't his normal cheery self. He is a bundle of nerves taken the form of a man; his body language is so tense it's almost as if he hopes you'll leave by ignoring you. But you aren't that easy to deter.

"Hey Homelander, I didn't see you today. I was worried," you remark while you hop up onto the couch, taking your seat on the cushion next to him. He still won't acknowledge you, instead looking down at his fidgeting thumbs. His eyes are red and puffy; evidently he's been crying alone, only furthering your concern that there's something significant bothering him.

"You look like you have something on your mind," you say, tilting your head up at him. You place a hand on his thigh, as is customary when you need to coax the worries out of him. "It must be pretty important if you didn't want to talk to me about it. You know you can tell me anything, I won't judge you."

"I-I…" he starts, but quickly cuts himself off. His breathing stutters as he attempts to steady his composure. This was not how he wanted this moment to happen, with him grovelling at your feet and you holding the power over him. He is the world's strongest supe; he is the one who should be in control, not you, a measly human.

"I'm here for you, take your time," you reassure him, grasping his index and middle finger with your hand. Those two big fingers are all that will fit in your palm, but you still squeeze with all your might, making sure that he feels your encouragement.

Glancing down at you, Homelander feels a small spark setting his heart aflame. Your eyes, shining so brightly, remind him of why he's even in this current position. Why he's been fretting in secret all week. That boost of confidence has returned, as it initially did when he first wanted to even plan all this.

This is his only chance.

"I… I-I… I l-love you…" he finally blurts out, immediately shutting his eyes tight as the weight of his words hits him like a ton of bricks. The regret is instantaneous, his self-consciousness wasting no time at eating away his bravado. He can't believe he actually said it. He's just exposed the only weakness an invincible supe like him has, his desire for your acceptance.

The silence in the penthouse is deafening. And to make matters worse, you haven't said 'I love you' back. You aren't saying anything. Why aren't you saying anything? All he wants right now is to get up and fly away, far far away, but he can't. He can't do anything but sit and let his anxiety overtake his body, freezing him solid.

This was not the problem you were expecting was plaguing Homelander's mind. He got himself this worked up… over you? But then you start to really think about it. How close you've gotten to him over these last few weeks, and how your friendship has blossomed into something much more. He makes you happy by just grinning down at you when you visit him. It brightens up your day talking to him, seeing his canines poke out when he smiles, and hearing his heartfelt laughs as he listens to your every word. You can't help but think about him even when he's gone. The way that, despite your immense height difference, you've never felt more in sync with anyone like you do with him. It's as if he completes you, and makes you whole. He fills a part of you that's always felt empty.

You know you feel the same way he does. You know what you have to do.

Carefully, you maneuver yourself to kneel on top of his lap so your face is directly in front of his, completely catching him off-guard. He wasn't expecting this sudden seizure of control from you, but he raises his large hands to your back to keep you from falling off. At least now he's mentally back down to earth, focusing on your every move.

You are so close that you can see the worry etched into every nook and cranny of his face. His blue eyes are wide and twitching subtly, his eyebrows are pinched together stiffly, and his lips are quivering from what he's hoping will happen next.

"I… I love you too", you state matter-of-factly, unable to hide your smile at how his childlike innocence is peering straight back at you. At how nonchalantly you've shaken him straight to his core with four simple words.

And with your final devious chess move, you lean forward to kiss him.

You expected this to be a short and sweet smooch to affirm the beginning of your relationship. However, the second Homelander feels your lips he cannot help but push for more, so desperate for your affection. He's nearly moaning from the flood of intense emotions churning inside him, the bubble irrevocably bursting from the moment that he's been waiting for all night. You love him too, how can he not react so strongly? His kiss is forceful, almost like he's trying to smother you with his love, just so there's nothing else you'll ever think about but him.

You struggle to articulate even a basic sentence against his mouth, desperately swatting at his chest to get his attention. You lack the strength to hurt him, but luckily he still notices your light thumps against his suit and reluctantly pulls back.

Your face is flushed and breathing haggard, having been left flustered from how you were unable to fight against him proving his devotion. Not only are his lips twice the size of yours, but you also couldn't back away with his immovable hands keeping you in place. Just another little reminder of the disparity between Homelander and the rest of humanity; you truly are utterly powerless compared to the eight foot tall indestructible superhero you're currently seated on.

His jaw becomes rigid as he stares at your expression, until he looks away when he can no longer take in the fear he perceives. Tears are once again welling up in his eyes, his ears are ringing loudly, and his heart is freefalling down into the pit of his stomach. He's fucked up. He's ruined the moment. He's shown you the monster that lurks within himself, the one that can never be satiated.

But despite it all, despite his inner turmoil, despite the voices in his head telling him your relationship is over before it even got started… he feels you place a hand on his cheek.

Your demeanour is the opposite of Homelander's. What you see in front of you is a man fighting to keep the tears from falling, so broken from a deficiency of love. A man who could never stop those he cherished from abandoning him when he gave them his heart on a silver platter. What he sees in front of him is the only person in the world who cares enough to stay.

"It's okay, I'm not going anywhere. That kiss was… was just a bit too much for me," you explain sympathetically, using your fingers to wipe away the tears that dare stain his beautiful face. You can sense the tension ease ever so slightly with each touch to his cheeks as he revels in the feeling of your soft skin. He can't say he's felt someone touch him so sweetly like that in a long time.

"Do you wanna kiss me again?" you ask, repositioning both of your hands to stroke along his jawline. Always chasing after your affections, he leans closer towards you and gives a very hesitant nod, apprehensively swallowing hard from the thought of what he should be anticipating.

"Let's do it more like this," you whisper as you move forward to kiss him. This time you take the lead, purposefully going slow and delicate. He follows your pace instantly, eyes fluttering closed while he sinks into your lips like you hold all the power in the universe.

Homelander's never been kissed like this before, without a proverbial carrot being dangled in his front of his face. Whenever there's a scrap of romance on the line he always must face a thousand trials, go through a series of tests that he must pass without any errors lest it be withheld from him. But not now. Your kiss provides him with the love and care he's fought his whole life for, the tenderness he's always dreamed of experiencing. And you are reciprocating his wants, his needs right back.

Lifting your hands up to his hair you start combing through his undercut, giving him the little scratches that you know make him feel good. A whimper builds from deep in his throat as you run your nails along his scalp, and it doesn't take long for his whines to evolve into flat-out purring.

Eventually, he breaks the kiss to bury his head into the crook of your neck, savouring the way you scratch his hair. His deep voice rumbles through your body as he nuzzles himself further into you, emitting content hums while he melts into your warmth. If there's a heaven, Homelander thinks he's found it.

He wraps his arms around your back, spreading his fingers along your shoulders as he pulls you closer. He embraces you firmly, but not enough that you feel immobile. He's learned his lesson not to make you feel like you can't escape from his grasp, he wants you to be comfortable with him.

"You know, you don't need to do some grand display to show me that you love me," you comment softly. "You do it every day, just by being yourself. And that's enough. You will always be enough."

Your words are like honey to his ears, almost enough to make him start crying again. When he's with you, he feels a level of trust that he can't put into words. You understand him better than anyone else ever could. He's safe with you, as you are with him.

"I-I… love… you," he mumbles quietly, still having a bit of trouble getting that sentence out. It's been such a long time since he's said that, and truly meant it.

"I love you too," you chuckle, kissing the top of his head.

"I… love you," he replies, feeling confidence build up within himself once more. This phrase is starting to not be so hard to say, each time you say it back.

"I love you too," you respond, beaming when you sense a shy grin forming on your shoulder.

The two of you repeat this back and forth for a while, until your words blend together into one, and you fall asleep in each other's arms. This might not have been the way Homelander wanted this evening to go, but somehow… it feels right. In its own special way, it turned out better than he could have ever imagined. Because despite the tears and anxiety, from this moment on, he no longer has to cast his love out to an neverending abyss of hate. Now, he has someone to answer his call.

He has you.

[stoat-party]

Every New Vegas Companion’s Approximate Birth Year (Part 2/3)

Dean Domino — 2020

I say he was born in 2020 because that year was the WORST and he’s the WORST.

He’s giving late fifties.

Raul — 2047

Canon — he gives the year in dialogue.

This man LIES, he was only like 30 when he got ghoulified! Why is he mentally 73?

Ghoul lore is inconsistent and I will gladly die mad about it.

Rex — 2071

He’s 209.

Lily — 2078

She’s 203 and was 75 when taken by the Master.

:(

Dog/God — 2134

Absolutely no backstory beyond what we can assume by virtue of being a nightkin.

Fallout begins in 2161 and the Master was collecting people from vaults before that. I think they were a teenager at that time because they’re in a perpetual state of transition between impulse and maturity.

Joshua — 2227

He describes himself as “young” when he left New Canaan in 2246.

Edward was 20 and it makes sense for Joshua to have been a little younger.

Mormon boys typically leave for their missions at 19.

Cass — 2244

She’s 37. (Born three years after Fallout 2.)

Arcade — 2245

He’s 35, but I have him born in the prior year because he’s a November and I will die on this hill.

Waking Cloud — 2248

She has three children and the youngest is six.

Christine — 2252

Making her a grade or two above Veronica makes sense to me.

Does the Brotherhood have grades? Whatever.

Veronica — 2253

She’s 27.

Boone — 2255

He’s 26.

I swear I thought he was 60 my first playthrough.

Follows-Chalk — 2262

Tell me this man isn’t a teenager.

He YEARNS. He’s directionless but he YEARNS.

ED-E — 2275

My toddler baby prince darling, so baby so small

ED-E II — 2277

He was auto-manufactured sometime soon after the Divide blew up.

He only got his memories once ED-E made it to Nevada, but we don’t know when that was.

Roxie — 2282

It’s a Ship of Theseus question whether she existed and in what form before the Courier got there, but for simplicity I’ll just say 2282.

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