#BUT THAT'S OKAY

[fake-married-my-dead-fiance]

I'm on my fourth Woman Married a Loser and Tried Her Best but Died for It and Now She's Back drama (Marry My Husband, Blossom, The Double, Perfect Marriage Revenge) and I love it, I love it, I love it. Because you can feel the feminine rage radiating from the screen. These women swallowed the lie that they were the problem in their marriage. They forgave and excused and bent over backwards just like society told them to and it didn't work. It was never going to work. In the end, nothing they did mattered and their precious lives were still seen as disposable. And now they are back and they are furious and it's great.

[bees-bees-fear]

If a spirit can fracture, we can probably extract Mythal back out of Solas

In fact, I'm now realizing this is the narrative foil Lucanis serves as a member of the Veilguard

There's a voice in the back of his mind, influencing his decisions, except it's an entire being with its own will. Something even harder to suppress than your own second thoughts. Dogging you for your failures. Pointing out how the only person you're letting down is yourself.

[tsukinoshinjiu]

I gave him my entire life's savings

[xitsensunmoon]

My first ever comic con! And first cosplay too. Of course it's gonna be my boy :] Ramblings about the process are under the cut(Let me know if?? You would want me to elaborate with process images for any of the steps?)

The costume took me forever to make, as I've never done any machine sewing, sculpting, fabric dying or spray painting before but learning all of these was so fucking fun!! I never realised just how many different skills go into making a cosplay but it was so worth it!!!

Almost all of the clothes(except the hat) were purchased first as bases, but all of the detailing was added by me. All of the fabric used was originally just scraps that I was given for free so I needed to learn how to dye and dye all of the stars, they were originally white.

The sewing machine was its own beast that brought me tons of frustration from the lack of skill and knowledge (it was devastating to find out that 95% of fuck ups were my fault and not the machine's lmao). But as a result, a hat sewn from scratch, all of the fur trims, embroidery on the corset, stars and the collar(which is very hard to see on the pictures unfortunately) was all added manually. The stars and the stripes(on the back of the cape) were attached using heat-and-bond adhesive (I WISH I knew about such thing just when I started working on this. It would save me so much time and nerves.)

Then I found out about polymorph(mouldable plastic) and it has become the next thing I wanted to learn, to sculpt the claws and the fangs(yes, they're handmade jfksjs). The claws I then primed and painted in trillion coats because I wasn't satisfied with the colour of the spray paint. The fangs I moulded to my own teeth and then stained with tea to match the colour of my teeth :)c

As for makeup, I used Mehron Paradise water activated paints. At first I wanted to try to save money and bought myself Snazaroo instead, which unfortunately turned out to be a waste. Snazaroo didn't hold on my face for longer than 2 hours, cracking and peeling awfully. Mehron on the other hand survived 11 hours of me smiling, talking, emoting and such and didn't even crease at the smile lines(I'm actually shocked about that). It obviously works like any other makeup which means your skin texture and wrinkles won't go anywhere but Mehron's elasticity pleasantly surprised me. It did obviously smear from sweat and saliva(if you're eating and licking your lips) but if you don't touch the skin it just dries again, self setting. But if it's dry it's fully smear-proof. Highly recommend!

And last but not least, I've decided against painting my hands as it was very risky that I will stain everything I touch at the smallest hint of sweat. So instead I got myself gloves-tights(? Not sure how they're called but it's made from the same fabric as tights) and painted them with normal acrylic paint(did you know you could dye fabric with acrylic paint? I personally didn't), then heat set with an iron and voilà, they're reusable, my hands are not stained after an exhausting day and I don't stain everything I touch. It worked wonderfully which honestly was a surprise as I was really sceptical that acrylic paint will somehow stay in place.

I think this whole thing took me minimum of 6 months with big-big breaks for my school and life in general. But I'm really proud! This project taught me so many new skills and I couldn't have been happier about learning new knowledge, even if it sucked to fail in the meantime.

Everyone at the con was really nice and gave me a large confidence boost even tho it was my first time and I had no idea what I was doing. Taking photos with other people was really awkward/new for me as I hate cameras so I really had no idea how to pose/behave in front of one. But that's okay I think. This whole experience definitely made me want to do this again, so I think that will come with experience. Thank you for reading this far, hope you enjoyed this little summary :)

[probably-not-a-rutabaga]

animated mikey for class !!

[raven-sapphire]

Steve: Okay, but what if we went to dinner not as friends this time?

Eddie: AS ENEMIES?!

Steve:

[sitruuna-art]

ask and you shall receive (props to us for using our MASSIVE muscles to get him outta' there) 😎

[chxrrylungs]

eye spy

[vexcraft]

grian went to all the participating hermits' chats to tell them he's supporting them today but i think it's funny that it was his first message ever in cub's chat

[venominomenon]

Deadpool about Venom and Eddie Brock: Actually, I would encourage them to have more children.

Daredevil: What

Spider-man: Why would you do that?!

Deadpool: 'cause I'm such a controversial figure.

[unnoodles]

Piper: You know Percy gives Annabeth flowers everyday. I wish you would do that.

Jason: ummm okay?

[ next day ]

Jason: [ gives Annabeth flowers ]

Annabeth : what?

Jason: [shrugs] I don't know either, man

[leelreallylikespersona]

I went a little crazy

[thevoidstaredback]

"I think we upset them." Dick said as he plopped down onto the couch beside Barbra, using her lap as a pillow.

"They're big kids," Kate shrugged, "They can handle it."

"Though," Jason said, "They may try to get revenge once it all comes to light."

"'If'," Tim corrected, "You think they'd be able to pull a prank on B? Or any of us?"

"Don't get cocky, Tim," Bruce admonished lightly, "They'll catch on eventually, and I don't doubt that they'll try their hands at revenge."

"Try?" Selina smirked.

Bruce smirked back. "They all have yet to be able to get anything directed at me to skip my notice. With all of us being the targets? Nothing'll slip by."

"All of us are detectives, Drake," Damian added, "And half of us were trained by assassins."

Duke gasped dramatically. "Is that praise I hear from our littlest brother?

Damian shoved him off his seat before taking it for himself. "You must be imagining things, Thomas."

Duke laughed, shifting to sit more comfortably on the floor. Stephanie threw a blanket and pillow at him.

Cass smiled from her own spot on the floor, her head leaning against Stephanie's knees. "Had fun."

Steph grinned. "It was a lot of fun, huh?"

"Don't go writing off Phase Two yet!" Jason shook his head.

Selina and Kate nodded. "Yeah," the red-head agreed, "We didn't even get to do anything yet!"

Barbra projected the camera feed from the past few hours in the Cave onto the screen in the room. "Don't worry, we've still got a few weeks to plan and send out invites."

The group settled in, popcorn and drinks and snacks having been distributed by Alfred. Once everyone was seated, Barbra hit play on the recorded security feed.

Each of their own perspectives had been funny, put it was even better to have the sound with the whole picture.

Part 7 Part 9

[hyunip]

Let you ride Armin and see just how slutty he can be for you.

You could bring him out of his shell and all when it came to socializing and things like that, but when yall fuckin'?!

He moans louder than you do, you knew that. So one night, you decide to ride him in reverse cowgirl (because he's an ass man and can't get enough of how that thing moves) and that was one of the best ideas you had. Ever.

The pain in your legs was definitely worth it.

When you sat down on it, he shudders at the feeling of your slick pussy gripping him and sucking him in. He grabs your asscheeks and spreads them apart just to see how well you take it. But once you start bouncing on his dick, it's game over. Because he's already groaning and whining at the feeling.

And after even a few minutes, you could have him mumbling curses "Fuck—don't stop!.." "Ah shit... Just like that" "ride this dick"

And don't even get me started on the overstimulation.

He's so close to Cumming until you stop riding him, causing him to whine and fuck up into you lazily, wanting more from you. Until you tell him to use you however he wants to. Girl you are in danger. That man will go deep, gripping your hips like crazy while he fucked you, slapping your ass, moaning and groaning and low huff while he's inside. He even sticks a finger or two in your ass while he fucks you like no tomorrow.

He will go wild inside you, shooting blanks and making you squirt multiple times and you loved it. And he'll let you treat him like he's your bitch. Because he said it and he sticks to his words.

[f1ora1f1owerswrites]

packing it up

–hi! this is officially my first tumblr fic, i thought of this when listening to “packing it up” by gracie abrams (i’m actually so obsessed with that song) and thought it really fit jake. i would love some feedback if you stop by for a read :-) warnings: jake seresin x reader. straight fluff. maybe slight angst if you really squint and tilt your head. she/her pronouns used. no use of y/n. probably grammatical errors :/.

Summary: Jake Seresin had always been the kind of guy who kept everyone at arm’s length, no matter how cocky or confident he came off as. He’d learned the hard way that getting too close meant eventually getting hurt. But when you walked into his life, everything changed. Maybe it was fate, maybe it was timing, but one thing was certain: you happened when he needed it the most.

Jake “Hangman” Seresin had always been fine on his own. Hell, he preferred it that way. He had his wings, his crew, and the endless rush of being a Top Gun pilot. It wasn’t that he didn’t want something more—it was just that life had a way of showing him that when things were going right, something was bound to go wrong.

So he kept his distance. He kept things casual, whether it was with women or friends. There was no need to get too attached when it always ended leaving him with nothing but disappointment.

But then you happened.

Jake didn’t believe in fate, not really. He’d always chalked up the little moments in life to coincidence, never willing to put too much stock into anything that couldn���t be explained by logic and reason. But the first time he saw you, that stubborn, independent look in your eyes as you stood sticking out like a sore thumb at the Hard Deck, he knew something had shifted.

You weren’t like the others. You didn’t need to impress anyone, didn’t care about what others thought of you. You were grounded, real. And that had unsettled him more than he cared to admit. You made him question everything he thought he knew about himself.

It had started slowly. “Accidentally” running into you on his way to the jukebox to play the same song for the third time that night (really just to be near you and the girlfriend you were with), the way you didn’t let him get away with his usual one-liners when he offered to buy you a drink. At first, Jake tried to keep it friendly, and nothing more. You were a civilian. His lifestyle was chaotic, unpredictable. He couldn’t promise you anything, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to pretend he could.

But every time you smiled, every time your eyes sparkled with something that wasn’t pity or curiosity, he felt his walls crumble just a little more. You didn’t need him to be perfect. You didn’t want him to fix his shit or his cocky behavior. You just wanted him.

And that scared the hell out of him.

It was a week before he was set out for a month-long mission. He had spent nights staring at the ceiling of his room, wondering what it would feel like to be somewhere stable, maybe even back in Texas. To be somewhere that didn’t cause the slightest of fear to bubble up. To be with someone who didn’t see him as just a flight suit or a handsome pilot.

That was when you called.

He picked up on the first ring, having a specific ringtone just for you, but he swore to himself that it was just a friendly thing to do. Nothing more.

“I was thinking about you,” you said, your voice familiar and warm, like a comfort he hadn’t realized he needed. “I thought maybe… you could come by? If you have the time before you leave?”

Jake hesitated. The thing with you was that you didn’t make demands. You didn’t chase. But he could hear it in your voice—an uncertainty that he’s never gotten from you. It made him pause.

And for the first time in months, Jake felt like he wasn’t running from something. He was running toward it.

He showed up, not because you asked, but because he needed to know what it felt like to have someone who cared. Someone who saw him for who he was underneath the persona he sometimes had a hard time losing.

That night, you had sat by the sand close to the Hard Deck. A place that had become common ground for the two of you. The air was cool, a slight breeze blanketing the two of you. Jake had never felt more at peace, and it terrified him. You were sitting so close, your shoulders brushing, but you weren’t rushing him. You didn’t pressure him to talk about the things he didn’t want to, and you didn’t pry into the past he so carefully guarded.

It wasn’t until you laughed at something he said—genuine and unforced—that something inside him broke. The walls. The distance. The shields he’d carried for so long.

“I wasn’t looking for anything,” Jake admitted suddenly, his voice low. “I didn’t want anything. I thought I was better off alone.”

You tilted your head, looking at him with those understanding, yet curious, eyes. “And now?”

“Now,” Jake whispered, his heart racing for reasons he couldn’t explain, “I don’t think I want to be alone anymore.”

Things changed after that night. It wasn’t instant; it was slow, careful, like testing the water before jumping in. He wasn’t used to that. Jake didn’t do vulnerability, and you didn’t demand it. But with every conversation, every shared moment, you both let your guard down just a little more.

There were nights when Jake would wake up in the middle of the night, startled, only to find you lying next to him, breathing softly, looking so peaceful that it almost felt like a dream. It was new for him, having someone so close to him, a feeling that he wasn’t sure he was ready for. One that he found himself craving all the same.

One night, as the sun dipped low in the sky, the two of you found yourselves at the Hard Deck, one of the rare nights that the rest of the Dagger Squad wasn’t accompanying the two of you. It was quieter than usual.

Jake looked over at you, your laughter filling the space between the songs. There was a moment of stillness, a pause where he realized just how much he needed this. He needed you.

He was so damn close to packing it up and walking away from everything just to protect himself from the mess he was making, but then… you happened.

“I swear I wasn’t looking for someone,” Jake muttered under his breath, and you tilted your head, giving him that soft smile that made everything feel right.

“I wasn’t either,” you replied, taking his hand in yours, your fingers lacing together with a familiarity that made his chest ache.

“I’m glad we found each other anyway,” Jake said, his voice thick with the emotion he couldn’t quite put into words.

You leaned in closer, resting your head on his shoulder as the warmth of the bar surrounded you both. For once, Jake didn’t feel the need to run. He didn’t need to pretend. You were right there with him, steady and real, and that was enough.

“I hope we get everything we could ask for,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the hum of the room. “Even if it’s just… this. Right here.”

Jake smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I think we’re already there.”

And for the first time in a long time, Jake Seresin felt like he was finally home.

i hope you loved reading this as much as I loved writing it! it was a bit tricky for me at first, but I think I really love the way it came out! feedback always appreciated!