#Book-Walk

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

HOT, SINGLE, UNSTUDIED SPONGES. 3000 NAUTICAL MILES AWAY. Come sail the distance and read Tiger Tiger!

[mistxmood]

this is the funniest outcome ever

[Image description: digital art of Bill Cipher, tangled up in electrical wires. He has a nervous expression, as he holds up a ripped wire and says: "Oops!" There's a glitchy effect behind him. End ID.]

[journey-to-the-attic]

"karasu search how 2 cheer human up"

"karasu search difference between sad human and zoning out human"

"karasu search how long is it safe for humans to zone out for?"

(+ a longer look at each scene:)

[decaffeinatedpartymuggoop]

My favorite thing about Annabeth is her wardrobe.

Cause like, Rick simplifies her clothes in a way a man would, and you can tell.

Cause in EVERY book, from The Lightning Thief to Chalice, she’s in the goddamn CHB shirt. With like some shorts or cargo pants. Nothing more, nothing less.

He’s made improvements over the years, giving her some other clothes. But he’ll always come back to old faithful.

Like, he most definitely did it on accident, but he made her so Adam Sandler and I love it

[crispinkiss]

rereading fugitive telemetry has been awesome. what if two people who hated each other very much had to solve a murder together

[lilislegacy]

i feel like we gloss over the first few pages of SoN FAR too much. i mean, take percy’s name out and i would think it’s all about hercules. the book opens by dropping banger after banger regarding percy’s recent escapades, as if this is some epic greek myth.

like how did rick just casually slip in that percy strangled a sea monster with his bare hands (no biggie) and we as the readers were just like “sounds right, anyway—”

[equivocations]

Feira de Libros de Plaza Italia, Buenos Aires. After he saw the painting, one of the booksellers gave me a rose 🌹

[natureaestheticdreams]

Follow @natureaestheticdreams for more🌳🌿🍏

[noxcheshire]

Back again with Danny being adopted by other batfam members.

But this time I thought of the absolute comedy of Damian, tiny squirt and five apples tall, deciding that he is now a father to a grown ass teenage Danny.

It was an accident and had never been his intention to adopt another being.

But it had been placed into Damian’s head that in order to be a potential Batman he had to have his own Robin. And the only way to have his own Robin was to have a child, similar to the way that Father would pick up the various children and teenagers amongst them.

Damain had a very specific list of requirements for his potential child-Robin. Danny did not meet any of those requirements, and yet here Damian was having forged papers for the now Daniel Al Ghul-Wayne, and beginning the treacherous affair of introducing his son to the family.

Danny twisted his new shirt sleeve with a frown. It was a nice green silk that complimented the little green that resided in his son’s eyes. Damian wished to bring out the many carefully crafted features of Danny that could match to Damian. Having his eyes pop, wild hair brushed and losing the battle to nervous hands, would have to do.

At least until Damian taught Danny his mother tongue and began the care of his culture and soon to be heritage.

[somnimagus]

My page for @sheikahzine; about Impaz's duty to her village, empty of people and full of memories.

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[becca-e-barnes]

Bucky pinning you down so you can’t squirm and he’s just sitting inside you while he tortures your clit feeling you clench around him. He makes you cum over and over until he finally cums.

Overstimulation + super soldier stamina = …

- 🍯

Dear God, I know I just don't have it in me to behave during cock-warming. When it comes down to it, I genuinely have no patience at all 😵‍💫

"You..." Bucky begins, pressing you down onto the bed before gripping your ankles and forcing you to flip over onto your front. "Have a problem with control."

With your face turned away from him, you can't help but smile to yourself. No one has ever said it out loud but you know he's right.

Being in control is where you're most comfortable. No hands are safer than your own. Except maybe his. You know he won't fuck this up.

"And you..." He continues, gathering your wrists behind your back, holding them tightly with one hand. "Need to learn how it feels to have control taken from you. Do you understand?"

As soon as you begin to nod your head, you feel him start to tape around your wrists, holding them together behind your back. Once he's content they're secure, he sits on the edge of the bed, facing the mirror before he pulls you onto his lap.

"Legs spread over the top of mine." He orders and you do as you're told, not because you have to but because you want to.

You notice the way your cunt is already glistening in the mirror and you're almost embarrassed because he hasn't even touched you yet.

"Fuck, you're made for this." He groans, lining his cock up to your slick entrance and you wonder if he's holding his breath too while he slides into you, as deep as your bodies will allow.

You're obsessed with the sight in front of you; your own naked body, with your legs spread so far apart you can see how your cunt is stuffed full of him.

Being shorter though, your feet can't touch the ground like this. There's no way you'll get enough leverage to fuck yourself on him but as soon as you start to tell him that, he silences you with two thick fingers between your lips.

"I'm not letting you fuck me." His free hand roams over your body, squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples and then settling between your spread thighs.

"I'm going to play with you. I'm going to see how much you can take. I'm going to work out exactly how you like your clit stroked and I'm going to do that until your legs are shaking and your body won't let you cum any more. Maybe then I'll fuck you but sweetheart, that will be hours from now." His breath is hot against the side of your face, his fingers slipping from your mouth to your waist while he starts to flick gently against your clit.

"I'm going to start slowly. I'm going to do everything I can to drag this out as long as possible. I can feel every clench and flutter of this pretty little cunt and I'm going to enjoy it until you're dripping over my balls." At this rate, it won't be long until you're dripping onto the carpet, never mind over him. You dreamed he'd want to take control like this but you never imagined the way your body would respond.

"And then, when you've cum more times than you can handle, I'm going to tell you that I love you while I fuck you like I don't."

Update: Part 2

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Out of sight, out of - wait.

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[wolvietxt]

Could you write alexandria era Daryl and reader where his gf is insecure about being "unattractive" and that daryl could get any girl he wanted (even if daryl would never believe that lol) ? love you fics xx

DARYL wasn’t used to hearing you cry.  

sure, you got teary-eyed sometimes - when you were overwhelmed, when someone did something unexpectedly kind, even during a few of the stories he’d told you about merle when you’d asked - but this? this was different.  

this was quiet. not the kind of crying where you let it out, but the kind where you were trying to hold it in.  

he found you sitting on the edge of the bed, hunched over, hands gripping the blanket like you were grounding yourself. your head was ducked low, hair hiding your face, but your shoulders trembled just enough for him to notice.  

his chest tightened.  

"what’s wrong?"  

you stiffened at his voice, hurriedly rubbing at your face before looking up. your eyes were red-rimmed, your nose a little pink, and you were smiling - like you could just pretend nothing happened.  

"nothing," you said quickly, voice a little too light.  

he frowned. "sure don’t look like nothin’."  

"i’m fine, daryl."  

his eyes narrowed. "nah. somethin’ happened. what is it?"  

you inhaled sharply, like you were bracing yourself, then shook your head. "it’s stupid."  

he stepped closer, boots scuffing against the floor. "you know i don’t care."  

your fingers twisted into the blanket, and for a second, you just stared at your lap. then, so quietly he almost missed it, you muttered, "sometimes i just don’t get why you’re with me."  

daryl blinked. the hell?  

his frown deepened, confusion flickering in his eyes. "what?"  

"it’s just…" you exhaled shakily, not looking at him. "you could have anyone."  

daryl stared, brows furrowing like he hadn’t understood the words.  

"what the hell are ya talkin’ about?"  

you swallowed hard. "you’re - " your voice wavered, and you looked away. "you."  

his scowl deepened. "yeah, and?"  

"you’re - " you gestured vaguely, like that explained everything. "you’re… good-looking."  

he actually flinched.  

"what?"  

"you are, daryl," you said, voice small. "and i’m not. and sometimes, i just… i don’t understand why you’d wanna be with me when you could have - "  

"stop."  

his voice was rough, immediate.  

you startled, looking up at him with wide eyes.  his jaw was clenched, his hands twitching by his sides like he didn’t know what to do with them.  

"first off," he said gruffly, "i ain’t good-lookin’."  

you opened your mouth to protest, but he cut you off.  

"second," he continued, "i couldn’t have anyone. never could."  

you frowned. "yes you could, daryl. if you wanted to - "  

"don’t wanna," he snapped, frustrated.  

you flinched, and his face instantly softened. he exhaled hard, rubbing the back of his neck.  

"don’t want anyone else," he muttered. "only ever wanted you."  

your heart clenched, but doubt still gnawed at you. "why?"  

he scowled again. "why not?"  

"because - " your voice caught. "because i just don’t see what you see."  

daryl huffed, shaking his head. "ain’t ‘bout what you see. it’s ‘bout what i see."  

his voice softened, his hands finally moving - one tilting your chin up, the other brushing your hair away from your face.  

"and what i see?" his thumb traced your cheek, his voice so damn sure. "prettiest damn girl i ever laid eyes on."  

your breath hitched.  

he wasn’t saying it just to say it. daryl didn’t lie.  

"you’re just sayin’ that," you whispered.  

his expression darkened, fingers tightening just a little, like he was annoyed you’d even think that.  

"don’t say shit i don’t mean," he muttered. "ain’t never been good at that."  

your lip trembled. "but - "  

"no but," he cut in. "ya think i’d be here if i ain’t want ya? think i’d waste my damn time if i ain’t love ya?"  

your stomach flipped. he didn’t say that often - not in words, anyway.  

"love ya more’n anything," he murmured. "don’t give a shit what you think you look like. you’re mine and you’re cute as fuck."  

a small, broken noise slipped from your throat, and daryl reacted instantly, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. you clung to him, burying your face in his shoulder as the rest of the tears spilled out.  

he held you tighter, murmuring, "ain’t goin’ nowhere."  

and you believed him.

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[gleafer]

Sometimes when I work late at night, scenarios pop in my head and I MUST share them (in comic form OF COURSE).And they’re usually pure nonsense. I was raised on Bugs Bunny, Marx Brothers and Mad TV. The brain is broken.

But, I know I’m not the only one so I give to you THIS.

CAUGHT in the ACT

[sayalaine]

After every interaction between Jean and Rhemann the only thing I could imagine was Rhemann pouring himself a drink and calling up Wymack like how tf do you deal with an entire team of this