#I too am into GILFs

[dirtyoldmanhole]

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[seithr]

i always forget this game updates while i'm gone. its been four years and im fiddling with flight rising again. kind of serving here

[ne0nwithazero]

Someone put my Mike on the Sexypedia, honestly this is the biggest honour and nothing will ever top this, it's been great everyone <3

[koukouture]

listen, am I saying Hassen is hot? Yes. Is he fifty? Also yes. But come on look at him he’s so

Like does he not look like sugar daddy material? He aged WELL god DAMN. I need more lore on him stat Kuro somebody’s gotta translate the rest of the comic chapters KURO GET ON IT I SEE THE MANGA SECTION ON THE MAIN WEBSITE YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO

[devilishdelights]

ITS thirteens bday i frogt....so of course i need to write for her

[luvsavos]

(AA) (i saw your tags…I know how you feel…take all the time you need…as long as Lord Vordrem didn’t eat my asks/responses or you, they won’t be going anywhere, right? 🙂 maybe write what comes to you and you can connect the dots to it later? I dunno, I’m not a writer 😅) Naas and Shara (and Lady D) seemed to help so i don’t know how you’d feel if i picked 10 for Sir Lokzii (he’s honestly my favorite 👉👈) if not you can just pick the other three Gods. They won’t mind…i hope?

that he has not, evidently he does not have the munchies (right now anyways............. hopefully if he gets them he'll just eat things in whatever game i decide to play again LMAO)

ive got a general idea for the fic, but the actual Doing It is. houghgughg writing hard</3

you are perfectly welcomed to ask for literally any of my ocs, i enjoy talking about any of them<3

oc ask meme! (since you didn't specify for which meme i'm gonna do the one that's easier to answer hdjdhfjg)

10: if they wear jewelry, what kind? do they prefer silver or gold? do they have a favorite gem?

typically, lokzii doesn't wear TOO much jewelry, though in his human form in more "casual" clothing he'll sometimes wear something like a simple metal cuff bracelet (he likes both silver and gold, though typically wears gold jewelry) inlaid with a sapphire (his favourite gem, no surprise). he DOES, however, always wear on him somewhere a pendant that's one of xeno'jiiva's scales---a "living" scale, just like the xeno'jiiva parts on his armour in his human form are. typically this pendant is worn around the neck, resting just above his heart. the scale is emanates a gentle warmth, and is reactive to touch, twitching and offputting soft blue energy in response to it.

[slankyyy-revs-the-world]

Heartbreaking News: Local Autist discovers that sitting down and working on large-scale illustrations helps you improve at art

edit: just realized I'm gonna have to draw his heavy armour onto him 💥🔨🔨🔨

Getting out of my comfort zone and working on a full illustration - posting the wip so I dont bail on it lmfao

[ithinkdogshouldvote2]

Thinking about mcd ages since i am watching through season 1 for the first time in 9 years and these are the ones I’ve been settling on so far:

Aphmau: 26. It’s how old she actually was at the time the series started and it feels like it fits. Perfect. No notes.

Garroth: 27-28. Hes older, more experienced. Lots of shit has happened to him and he acts older and wiser than most of the cast. But he's still young, something aphmau comments on when she sees his face. And it makes sense in relation to zenix’s age.

Zenix: 19. He acts volatile and erratically like a teenager and he would’ve been 11 or 12 when garroth found him as a kid.

Laurence: 25. Just a little younger than aphmau. Acts a bit immaturely (flirting Casanova ladies man) but mature enough to deal with his problems like an adult. (Mostly)

Dante: 22. i feel (especially with how shocked garroth and Laurence are later that he kicks their asses in the 15 year time skip) that he is the younger brother of the trio of guards. While Dante is mature he also was forced to grow up fast so it doesnt contradict his younger age. Also with his backstory of gene fucking up his whole life when he was 12 i dont want him to be without a family for too long ;;

Gene: 29. I think he was 19 when he ruined Dante’s life. so however old Dante is, Gene’s 7 years older.

Zane: 23-24 at first i was gonna have him the same age as aphmau because the two of them are parallels, but a young little shit who thinks he’s wise and drunk on power is better. Also, If hes younger than Laurence it makes that moment in the S1 finale where he called him “little Laurence” really funny.

Vylad: 20-21. he;; He’s just a babey;;; gone too soon;;;

Katelyn: 25. Same age as Laurence. Still young enough that rage and power come naturally to her, but with the energy to back it up.

Nichole: 21. I think that her and garroth were getting arranged to be married during a time where the age gap was really uncomfortable (14 - 20) which would add more layers to why both of them were so staunchly against it.

Lucinda: 27. This is apparently confirmed according to the wiki and i agree i think thats a good age.

Kawaii-Chan/Nana: 24. naive but utimately skilled at her craft that would take years to master.

Zoey: 900+. fuckin old. I love gilfs

[opaloharas]

halloween with gilf miguel

happy halloween ! i am returning again with my favorite man ever, gilf miguel the loml. this is just another stand-alone drabble while i plot and scheme. thank you to @bluesidez and @slushycoookie for being gilf miguel lovers 2 & 3 ~

warnings: Miguel being fluffy and cute, trick or treating, fluff, MIGUEL MAKING A SUGGESTIVE COMMENT AT THE BEGINNING, suggestive ending too, not proofread rlly, uh like i said before, gilf miguel is 55 reader is like late twenties early thirties and are in love. this is self indulgent.

as always, if you are a minor, please DO NOT engage w my content!

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Halloween was Miguel’s favorite holiday. It has been ever since he was little and when his mother would make him little costumes- either Frankenstein’s creature, a little prince, or his favorite costume: a vampire.

So, it was no surprise that even at 55, he wasn’t feeling a little bit like a child as he got ready for tonight.

He finished adjusting his blood red tie, fixing his shirt to make sure his belt buckle of a bat was showing. He quickly looked in the mirror, fixing the strand of full pepper hair that fell into his face.

“Miguel!” You called, resting against the stair rail, looking up to where your shared bedroom was, “Gabriela will be here soon with Fernie!”

Miguel put an extra pep in his step, eager to take his grandson trick-or-treating for the first time ever. He grabbed his wallet and the little candy bag he bought for his grandson- claiming they were going to get two tons of candy so a new bag was needed.

He stepped onto the stairs, holding his arms out, showing off his costume. With a grin, he adjusted his long black velvet cape that was brushing against his slack covered ankles.

“I vant to eat your pussy!” He spoke in a mock Dracula voice causing you to roll your eyes and beckon him to come down the stairs.

“That’s getting you sent to the nursing home.” You joked, shaking your head, showing off your Tinkerbell costume, which was just a pastel green cardigan, white pants, and a little green bow on your head. Halloween was never your strong suit when it came to throwing together a makeshift costume. Your makeup was applied perfectly, and even though Miguel instantly wanted to cancel the plans for tonight to make a mess of it, he decided against it, settling for planting a little kiss on your forehead when he was on the second to last step.

“Gorgeous.” He sighed softly, cupping your cheek with one of his hands. “My Tinkerbell.” He hummed, trying to kiss your lips when the doorbell rang. Instead of feeling disappointed, his heart raced with excitement, his face lighting up as he walked quickly to the front door.

“Good evening.” He spoke in a spooky tone, looking down at his daughter and his grandson who was dressed as a sloth. “Mijo, where is your spooky costume?” He asked, feeling a little disappointed but was still excited about spending time with his only grandchild.

Gabriela rolled her eyes and hugged her dad, “Fernie needs to be home by eight. At the latest. And I am sorry if his costume is not spooky enough for you, he is five and he likes animals.” She nodded, moving to steal a handful of candy from the jack-o-lantern basket that was in the foyer, ready to be placed on the front porch.

While her and Miguel exchanged a few words about ‘letting the boy wear a scary costume’ and several more complaints from Gabriela, you decided to introduce yourself to the little man of the evening. “Hi, Fernie, I am your grandpa’s friend.” You squatted down to his level, watching as he looked you over with a look that resembled Miguel’s ever so slightly.

Without saying a word, the boy hopped onto you, holding onto you demanding to be carried around. He yelled an enthusiastic ‘bye mama!’ to his mother before yapping about how much he loved his costume. Miguel looked at the two of you, shoulders slumped ever so slightly.

You rested your hand on his back, sensing his disappointment, “Come on. There are so many houses we need to get to..” You hummed in a soft tone before guiding everyone back outside, a bright smile on your face.

Trick-or-treating with his grandson was everything that he could imagine. Despite it being unseasonably warm, and maybe Miguel having to take off his cloak that made his costume a little less… exciting.

Regardless…

The childish joy and enthusiasm radiated throughout your party and seeing Fernie’s bright smile as he got handfuls and handfuls of full-sized candy bars (ones Fernie claimed he only saw in movies), sour gummies, and various other sweets.

“Let’s go to this house!” Fernie cheered, his little legs running up a long and bending driveway, trees decorated with little witch and ghost decorations. Miguel kept up a good pace behind him, “Fernando! Do not get out of my sight! You are dressed as a sloth! You need to be slow!” He called after the young boy, causing him to stop and give his grandpa his sweetest puppy dog eyes.

Fernie looked at you, holding his hand out, “Since grandpa is slow, will you come with me?” He pouted, causing you to wave your hand.

“Patience, honey, he is holding your big bag of treats! You would not want him to drop that, would you?” Your voice soft and kind, and you watched as Fernie stopped and waited rocking back and forth on his feet.

The venture up the driveway was short after Miguel caught up, placing his hand on the small of your back as he escorted you to the front door.

“Trick or treat!” You all chimed in unison, causing the owner of the house to smile, “What a lovely family!” She chimed, gracing Fernie with three handfuls of sweets, before the little boy ran down the driveway eager to get to the next house, leaving you and Miguel behind to catch up.

Before too long though, you were holding him, carefully rocking the small child as you walked, Miguel holding the massive bags that were bursting at the seams with sweets.

“So, how was your first trick-or-treating endeavor with him?” You asked softly, glancing up at him with twinkling eyes.

He glanced down at you, warmth filling his heart. He never thought that he would be able to feel anything even relating to love again.

“You know… it probably has been twenty or so years since I have been out in Halloween festivities like this. I remember the day that Gabriela told me she was too grown up to go get candy. Lydia told me not to be discouraged or upset. But, still. My baby was growing up. Still didn’t deter me from decorating. But, that is neither here nor there.” He shrugged, “This has to be one of my favorite nights though. I am with two wonderful people I never imagined I would be with.” He flashed you one of his famous smiles, the one that made the corner of his eyes wrinkle ever so slightly.

Warmth filled your face, and now you were not sure if it was the unseasonably warm autumn night or your lover’s sickly sweet words. “Miguel, I cannot stress how wonderful and amazing tonight has been. Thank you for trusting me and granting me this opportunity to spend time with Fernie.” You spoke, your love for the man filling your whole heart.

The walk back to your shared penthouse was quiet and peaceful. Occasionally, Miguel would place a piece of candy to your lips, giving you an expectant look. You graciously ate every piece he offered you, giving him an appreciative smile.

When you got home, Gabriela was waiting for the three of you. You all exchanged quick hugs and farewells before you and Miguel settled inside for the night. You dismissed yourself to go upstairs, expressing you wanted to shower and get ready for bed. Miguel loitered around downstairs, basking in the love he felt tonight and how he was over the moon that he got to spend time with some of the most important people in his life. He unbuttoned his shirt with one hand, toeing off his shoes while he slowly made his way up the stairs after doing his version of the Halloween closing shift (drinking chocolate milk and eating a few more pieces of candy.)

He opened the door to the bedroom, eyes widening as he saw you in a black silk robe, legs crossed om the bed. “W-what is all this?” He asked, shedding his shirt onto the floor, leaving him in his slacks, belt, and undershirt.

“Happy Halloween, Count Miguel,” You purred, peeling off your robe, offering him his favorite treat of the night.

[princess-of-anons]

Wouldn’t it be Very Funny if Tumblr was capable of giving us glimpses into parallel timelines? Like how would you even discern if something was some elaborate shitpost or not?

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Still find it absolutely hilarious that somebody went through the time and effort to not only make a musical out of Half Life VR but also convinced everybody that was working on it to keep hush hush about it for a whole ass year and THEN somehow kept everybody involved in the original series the musical is based off of in the dark for another six months??? They literally dropped the whole show and individual songs onto the internet in the middle of January too like Who Does That? I can’t even be mad because this show genuinely got me interested in actual broadway musicals but like what the fuck

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Mate this post didn’t just age like milk, it aged like fucking grimmal.

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What the bloody hell is milk?

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You can’t get shit like this on any other website

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I could sleep so well if I didn’t have to be haunted by the fact we, as a collective wetsite, decided that for some reason we should ship the Lorax with different versions of himself when the old version of Onceler at the end of the movie was right there.

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Bro I am not taking advice from somebody that draws Lord Nebulous as a twink, you know damn well he would be jacked as shit as a human. Give that robo-GILF some meat and then we can talk.

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Fun Fact: Giving meat to robots has universally never gone well in the past! Maybe we could find an alternative instead?

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Hey, yeah, so we found your husband trapped inside an episode of Star Trek the Animated Series. We got him out safely but I’m not entirely sure if he came back right.

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Who the fuck changed this from Game of Thrones to Star Trek I just wanna talk

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There was an animated series for Game of Thrones?

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Everyone on this website is fucking high

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Me when staff inevitably musters up enough popsicle sticks and glue to fix the multiverse bug

[dirtyoldmanhole]

i am not allowed to make a doujin because every time i do my art style levels up like three times and i have to redraw the entire thing AGAIN

[joydoesathing]

heres a challenge say everything you love about every single tnmn characters

BET ( but only some doppels will count and the rest don't)

Neighbors

Roman - I like me some serious no-nonsense/ i-am-done-with-life looking guy in accounting :). But he seems to also be actually someone with a soft spot for some things and is actually a really nice and chill dude

Lois - She's so pink and plump and has a beauty mark/mole (people with moles will always have a bonus in my book)

Albertsky - He gives grumpy uncle vibes. Looks like would probably throw hands without hesitation if the situation calls for it

Robertsky - He silly. Love the little quirks in his dialogue where he just greets the doorman "Hi." and says "I look as handsome as ever". Also, I love his outfit. Bro may have no eyebrows and neck visible, but his clothes slay so hard . Like there is no reason why his fit should have a fancy little blue scarf, but yet it does .11/10 XD

Angus - He's a devious looking little shit >:))). And he wears purple and is Italian.

Elenois and Selenne - They pretty women and have a mole

Arnold - His design is just SO CUTE. He reminds me of Jake from Adventure Time with his mustache. But mostly it's the eyes for me. I like to imagine that his eyes would kind of work like this

Gloria - Gives literal ✨Q U E E N ✨ (she could slap me up to the stratosphere and I wouldn't be that mad). Purple and has a mole. Her golden eyes are mesmerizing too

Izaack - His name's cool and he has the stare-into-your-soul blue anime ahh looking eyes

Margarette - Gives nice little auntie vibes and she knows how to make clothes. I would legit ask her for dressmaking tips just so that I could make historical clothes (I love fashion history)

Nacha - Honestly, when I first played the game, she scared the shit out of me because of the Stitchface doppel and I haven't seen her the same for a bit. But after I figured out she's a mom, she didn't seem that bad and I grew quite fond of her. And she cooks too (If you can see a pattern here, I like people who give of parental/familial vibes)

Anastacha - Girl literally gives the doorman attitude like she owns the place XD

Mia - Again, pretty woman. Love the style of her red dress with the pearls.

Dr. W. - Fucking nerd (affectionate)

Francis- The milkman fit looks nice with his face (but I still get war flashbacks from the plethora of thrists arts and the "save the cow, milk the milkman" line being done to death)

Steven - Here's me being a basic bitch rn, but I really, REALLY love them real rugged guy guys (military soldiers, firemen etc.) That, and also he's a tan boi.

Mclooy - Same reason why I like Steven + He's a DILF/GILF. Also I love to point out a little observation of how him and Steven are one of the most American and typically masculine people I can think of (it's quite endearing for me). A military guy and cowboy in one family? They've probably asked what a kilometer is at one point in their adult life.

Alf - He's so tiny and looks so polite. Posh looking lawyer. I love sweet old grandpas.

Rafttellyn - She gives marites energy (it's a Filipino term, you can go search it up) with her dress and style. No joke, she would low-key fit in with these people.

Even her name sounds Filipino to me with the -lynn at the end of her. I even jokingly pronounce her name as rap-ti-lin.

Others + VIPs

Henry: Looks like he really never signed up for the doorman job frfr XD

D.D.D : Amongus???????

Clown Mask: Silly face behind mask

Nightmare Clown: I like how the guy just gets so MAD and in denial when he loses the game in Unlikely, he phases out of the astral plane XD.

Keppler: He may not have a face or proper lore yet, but all I know is that he messed up big time and I wanna know how he's handling that.

42: Reminds me of that one time in science class when we were observing fingerprint patterns

Peach Peach: Probably one peach seed is his only brain cell that's floating around his brain space

Ghost Mask and The Flesh Nurse: Cool looking designs. Do they have lore???

Nightmares

Xezbet - Gargamel looking aah

Drugia - Arabian NIIIIIIGHTS ~~~~~ like Arabian DAAAYS~~~~~~. She looks like a genie :)

Barbatos- Chonky and spiky

Excel - Chonky and spiky, Christmas ham looking ahhh

Abducius - Well, he still has the little devious smile

Anazareth and Lilith - Pretty witchy ladies. Though I like Anazareth a lot more.

Chaugnar - *Siri, please play Ganesha by MASA Works Design". Also elephant <3

Nyogtha- Nice little details with her eyes

Zoth - I like his red robe (?)

Shub - Thick Medusa and she has a little heart shaped tattoo on her forehead

Yog - The fact that he was probably intentionally made to be a Great Value Edward Cullen by Nacho sama as an inside joke about Francis' simps

Quachil - Cute biblically accurate angel. And she floats

Yan - Ooh Chinese mythology reference.

Orcus - "Thirty years since all this happened, thirty years it took to rise. Blood on the floor and in their eyes, they took a bite and left it to die-". I had a FNAF phase before so this was a funny throwback

Ishtar - Goofy ass smile (affectionate)

Teutates - So, does he play in a band ??? XD

Ah Puch - Cutie pie that looks like a slasher villain. Also the surname tho? Gives me The Book of Life flashbacks

Dagda - Bug eyed scarecrow. He does have cool looking mouth stitches

Izanami - Ooooh Japanese mythology reference

[merlincmgirl]

Anal - RebelRex x FReader - NSFW

Summary: The day was finally here. You and Rex had been waiting for this, training up to it. Finally you had both decided that it was now time to take the next step in your sexual adventures.

Characters: Rebels!Rex

Pairing: Rebels!Rex x F!Reader

Word Count: 6, 176

Warnings: PinA sex, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), dirty talk, butt plug, praise, aftercare

Authour's Note: GILF!Rex is here! How could I not do the man, the legend when he's in his Rebel era!

The day was finally here. Today was the day. You and Rex had been preparing for this day for a while, talking things over and coming up with a plan. Today, Rex was going to fuck your ass.

It had taken a bit of work, not just the physical side of it, but the logistics as well. More often than not, your alone time with Rex was always cut short. He was a busy man, and you were just as busy. The Rebellion wasn’t going to run itself, and most days you were either interrupted or too tired to do more than cuddle.

But both of you had the evening off, courtesy of Ashoka who had insisted that you both slowed down. The Rebellion wouldn’t grind to a halt for a night if you and Rex took a break. So that’s why you were here in his private quarters, both of you in soft, comfortable longe clothes as you lay on his chest.

It always amazed you at how soft and gentle Rex was with you. You ran your fingers over the bronzed skin on his arms that was peaking out of his short sleeves. They were dotted with a few scars, both from the war and from everyday living. It always amazed you how after all the horror, the war, the torture that he had lived through, Rex was a genuinely kind man that looked after everyone. He had a strong sense of honour and loyalty. He was always trying to do the right thing by everyone and you knew that it weighed heavily on his shoulders. It’s why you tried to get him to slow down every once in a while, think about himself. He had once said that you reminded him of one of his brothers, determined for him to take it easy and look after himself more. It was a compliment that you would keep close to his chest.

It brought back memories of how you had met him. You were being introduced to the team after being picked up by Hera, the kind and passionate Twi’lek had taken you under her wing and brought you back to the Rebellion. Captain Rex had been the one to capture your attention, and you his, he had shaken your hand and offered to show you around the base. How could you say no to an offer like that? He had been so attentive and kind, showing you the places that had a little less foot traffic and his own personal spot where he could catch a few moments to himself without getting called upon or interrupted. After that, the pair of you seemed joined at the hip, Rex eager to teach you some defensive moves and how to shoot a blaster. It had paved the way for your romance and relationship to blossom. Much to everybody else’s smug and knowing looks.

Rex ran his hands slowly up and down your spine, massaging the tense muscles every once in a while when he felt them underneath his palms. His hands were so big and warm. The soothing brush of them enough to make you relax and forget about all the worries and struggles of the rebellion. It reminded you how strong Rex really was, even with his accelerated ageing, he could still lift and move you without breaking a sweat.

“What are you thinking so hard about, cyare?” he asked teasingly, looking down to see your face twisted in concentration. He ran a finger over your brow, smoothing the wrinkled skin out.

“Just you and how lucky I am to have you” you smiled sweetly up at him, propping your chin up on his chest and looking up into his golden-brown eyes.

“What are you thinking about an old man like me for?” Rex scoffed, shaking his head in wonder as he became lost in your gaze.

“You’re not old! You’ve treated me better than any man my age ever could!” you protested, defending him from his own words. Because it was true, Rex treated you like you deserved. He was the one who had shown you just how beautiful and lovely and caring you was. Always saying how lucky he was to have found you. Most of the people you had been with before hadn’t been like that, or it always felt like an uphill struggle to get the compliments from them that Rex so freely expressed. So you hated it when he didn’t see his own worth.

“You’re right, I’ve made you cum in this bed more times than any of those hotshot pilots that follow you around ever could” he said smugly, hand coming to rest on your ass and another on your cheek. He thumbed your cheekbone, running it across the delicate skin there and taking you in.

“It’s what I love about you, Captain. Always so humble” you teased, grin splitting your face as you shook your head at him. He was right, but he didn’t have to say it like that.

“That’s an achievement I’m very proud of” he rumbled with amusement, pulling you up to his chest with his hand under your bum, lips capturing yours. You couldn’t help but moan as he pushed against the plug, sending it deeper into your ass and causing you to moan into the kiss. Rex gave a gentle nip to your bottom lip before pulling away, eyebrow raised at you.

His hand slipped underneath your trousers and underwear, fingers trailing down the cleft before stopping at the feel of something hard. He felt for the base of the plug that was snuggled deep between your cheeks.

You couldn’t help but take in a ragged breath as you looked away, knowing he was going to be shocked.

You weren’t wrong, he was shocked at finding the plug inside of you, but not for the reason you thought. He was shocked at his own reaction, as he felt himself twitch and harden inside of his blacks. “Well, what’s all this? Did you do something after I left you this morning?” he hummed, tapping the base of the plug with his fingers. He movement sent a jolt of pleasure shooting up your spine and you buried your head into his chest, feeling heat creep along your face. But Rex wasn’t having any of it, as he wound his fingers through your hair and tugged slightly, pulling your face up to meet his.

“I may have prepared myself for you” you admitted, hands gripping onto the shirt of his blacks. You could see and feel just how much he liked the idea as you felt him hardening beneath you.

“Tell me what you did” he ordered, voice as rough as gravel.

You blushed, biting your lip as you looked more at his chest than his face. “When you left, I wanted to surprise you for tonight, so you could fuck my ass, just like you promised” you murmured, running your hands across his chest as you tried to find the words. Swallowing heavily, you looked up into his lust drawn gaze. “I got your cum off my stomach with my fingers and opened myself up. Wanted to use your cum as lube to put the plug in” you revealed, giving into temptation and hiding yourself into his neck.

“Good girl, you’re so perfect for me” Rex groaned, feeling the way your hips had started to move against his own, searching for some kind of friction. He didn’t even know if you realised you were doing it, but it was pushing him further and further into his own desire to fill you. Just the thought of you using his cum from this morning to slide in the plug. Kriff, if he wasn’t hard before, he would be now. When he pushed into you, his own cum would be there to slick the push, to know that he was already marking you there in that forbidden hole.

He ran a gentle, soothing hand up your spine and gripped the back of your neck. Pressing kisses along your cheeks. “How many times did you cum?” he asked, hearing the soft shudder of your breath against his neck.

“Twice” you admitted, grinding against his cock that was poking into your thigh.

“Greedy girl, after everything I gave you this morning as well” he teased, guiding your face up into a passionate kiss. You couldn’t help but moan at the feel of his tongue against yours, teasing and tasting you in a way that quickly pushed all thought out of your head. It was hard to think with Rex holding you close to him, wrapping an arm around your waist and one keeping a firm grip on the back of your neck. Surrendering to his mouth and his hands, you let out a little shocked gasp as he flipped you onto your back while he hovered above you.

You smiled up at him, cupping his face, thumb stroking his bearded cheek and taking him in. He returned it, leaning down to press kisses along your jaw and sucking a mark on the sensitive spot just beneath your ear. You moaned, hips raising up into his stomach at the flash of heat that shot to your core at his kiss. His hands trailed to the hem of your shirt and he looked up at you.

“Can I, cyare?” he asked, waiting for your nod before he lifted it off you.

“As if I’d ever say no” you rolled your eyes, affection close to bursting at his sweet gestures. You tugged teasingly on his own shirt.

“Doesn’t hurt to ask, mesh’la” he chuckled, swiftly reaching for the top of his blacks and throwing it off.

You barely had time to take in his broad chest, his thick trunk and the light dusting of hair that ran across his chest before your shirt was being lifted from you, obscuring the incredible sight that was before you. Pouting, you watched as he chucked your shirt behind him. “Hey, I wanted to look!” you complained, pout reaching adorable levels. But you couldn’t help but watch as his nipples hardened in the cool air of the room.

“Was you? Sorry to spoil your fun, love. But I wanted to look as well” he teased, looking down at the incredible sight before him. His hands travelled from your hips, up your torso and across the breast band that you wore, giving your breasts a gentle squeeze that had your eyes sliding shut with a soft sigh. He couldn’t help but appreciate the trust and love you gave him as you let him touch you, to open yourself up to him like this. It was something he was grateful for everyday. “Maker, what did I do to deserve someone like you?” he breathed, tone full of love and warmth, but not quite hiding his own insecurity.

Snapping your eyes open, you sent Rex a firm, but loving look. “By being you and loving me so well!” you insisted, reaching up to press your lips against yours. He sighed into the kiss, leaning more of his weight down on top of you. Your hands ran over his head, down his thick neck and across his shoulders, trailing your nails gently down his spine before giving him a swift pinch at his side.

Rex flinched, what sounded like a small giggle escaping his mouth before he pulled away and scowled at you. You weren’t the only one that was ticklish! “No need to play so dirty mesh’la” he grumbled, laying kisses down your neck and across your collarbone. His talented mouth shut down any retort you were going to send his way; as he sucked and bit marks across your skin that would no doubt purple by tomorrow. He always did enjoy seeing the results of what he did to you in the light of a new day.

His hands slipped underneath your breast band, reaching for the mechanism underneath you as you raked your nails down his back, squeezing onto his ass and wrapping your legs around his. Just the feeling of him pressing you down into the mattress felt so good.

When he undid the band and tugged it off you, Rex couldn’t help but smile at the soft sound of relief you let out, the torturous device finally off you. Gently, he cupped your breasts, pressing soft kisses and massaging the red skin from where the band had been digging into you. The soft hum of appreciation sent warmth to the pit of his stomach, hearing just how well you enjoyed him looking after you.

As your eyes were closed, he pressed a gentle kiss to the underside of your breast before brushing his thumb across your other nipple. Mindful of his strength, he pinched your nipple, giving it a sharp tug that sent you moaning and hips bucking into his stomach. “Fuck Rex!” you gasped, feeling his chuckle echo and vibrate in your chest. He enjoyed how reactant you were for him, every touch, caress and stroke enough to send you to the highest of heights and cause you to release noises that always made him ache for you.

Switching his attention to the other breast, he let his tongue soothe the aching bud before he scraped his teeth over it, listening to your panting breaths and gasps as his hand massaged your other breast. He couldn’t help but tease you, sucking hard before gently soothing the heat that he was causing within you. Your hands tugged at him, trying to pull him even close to you.

While you were distracted by his talented mouth and hand, his other hand reached down your stomach, sliding into your trousers. He could feel the heat from you even there and he gently trailed his fingers against your covered slit. There was already a damp patch, your arousal seeping into the material. Unable to keep them still, your hips bucked up into his hands, a small moan slipping from your mouth at his gentle first touch to you there.

“Kriff Rex! Please touch me” you groaned, throwing your head back as he began teasing you through the soaked material. You watched as he slowly began kissing down your stomach, making sure to leave marks on your sides and belly, his beard a delightful scratch against your skin as he worked closer and closer to where you want him. He rested his chin on your lower stomach, honey coloured eyes looking at you full of desire and lust. Underneath all that, you could see how much Rex loved you, how much he wanted this and how much he needed you to feel good because of him. You hope the same feeling was echoed in your own eyes as you gave him a small nod.

It was all the consent he needed before he hooked his deft fingers underneath your trousers and underwear and pulled them swiftly down your legs. You couldn’t keep in the heavy sigh that left you as he removed your trousers and underwear, making sure that you were left bare to his eyes. Unable to help it, you snapped your thighs closed at his heavy gaze as he soaked in your dripping opening.

He tutted, running his warm hands up and down your thighs before prying them open, situating himself in between them. “I want to see you, mesh’la. Keep these open for me” he instructed gently, pressing a kiss to the crease of your thigh where your hip and thigh met. He helped spread your legs even wider on his broad shoulders.

Maker! The plug inside you shifted at that and you couldn’t help but clench your hands into the bed sheets beneath you at just how wide your Captain was. Just making space for him had you spread open for him. It was exactly what he was going to feel like inside of you, making room for himself as he pushed his cock into your tight hole. It had you clenching before his eyes.

“Fuck! Just look at you! It’s a shame I won’t be filling your pretty pussy tonight. It’s just begging for something to fill it” he growled lowly, watching in fascination as you clenched around nothing because of his words. He rutted into the bed beneath him, trying to gain a little friction to help stave off his approaching desire to just fuck you into the mattress and fuck your ass another night.

“You look so pretty, cyare. I can’t wait to taste you on my tongue” he groaned, laying kisses along your inner thigh. You whined lowly, trying to tug him closer so you could press your core against his face. He was taking too long and you wanted to feel him now. “Do you want that? Me eating you out like it was my last meal. Kriff, love, if they asked me what it would be, it would be you, sitting on my face until my heart gives out” he murmured, spreading his affectionate kisses to your other thigh.

“Rex!” you complained, forcing yourself up onto your elbows to look down at him.

He chuckled, shaking his head at you. “Patience is a virtue” he reminded, and before you could really start moaning, he flattened his tongue against you, running from your opening and flicking the tip of his tongue against your slit.

Whatever you were about to say to him disappeared in a series of delicate licks and probing strokes inside of you. You couldn’t help but let out a loud moan as Rex sucked your clit into his mouth, teasing your bud with experienced strokes and flicks of his tongue that left you unable to do anything but buck into him. His strong hands held down your hips, letting him feast on you without writhing against his mouth too much.

He hummed against your core, fingers joining his tongue as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.

You cried out at the feel of his vibrations against you, causing the heat to build in your body as you desperately tried to keep from cumming too soon. Stars! It felt like the coil of pleasure within you with each stroke of his tongue against your inner walls and clit.

“Rex!” you whined, slamming your eyes shut as he worked two of his thick fingers inside of you, stretching you open as he dragged the edges of his teeth against your bud of pleasure. “FUCK!” you moaned, bucking your hips up into his face as he growled in pleasure at you. With a curl of his fingers and a well timed suck of your clit, your release hit you like a star freighter.

Squeezing your eyes closed and screaming out his name, you could barely stop to take note of the flash of white that shot behind your eyes as you clenched widely around his fingers. Rex happily collected your juices on his tongue, savouring the taste that was unique to you as he helped you ride out the waves of pleasure with gentle touches and strokes.

“That’s a good girl mesh’la, you did so well for me. You came for me so hard, you look so pretty screaming my name” he whispered praises into your skin, stroking the sweat slicked skin on your stomach and hips.

“Maker Rex, who would have thought the innocent Captain could do that?” you murmured, resting your head against the pillows and taking deep breaths. You felt your legs still trembling, your inner walls fluttering against his fingers as you slowly came back to your senses.

“You inspire me, love” he smirked, before sliding down to look at the plug that was still buried into your ass. He groaned as he took in the jewelled base that was poking out. Gripping the back of your thighs, he pushed you open, revealing yourself to his eyes as he scanned the sight before him. The plug was a lovely blue, just the type of blue that you saw Rex wear and the countless ways in which he and his brothers tried to personalise their armour.

He ran his fingers around the base, gently teasing the stretched rim of you that he could see. “Mesh’la!” he breathed, staring at his colours poking out from your ass. It was an incredibly arousing sight, as he struggled to keep himself under control. “You’re perfect, my sweet girl! Are these my colours?” he whispered, leaning up to press his forehead against yours.

“501st blue” you confirmed, letting your eyes close and breath in your mingled breaths. The Keldabe kiss always felt so special with him.

Rex groaned heavily, kissing you swiftly before looking down at you, unable to take his eyes off the plug inside of you and wearing his colours as well. He wished he had found you during the clone wars, he would have showered you with his armour and the paints of the 501st, made sure everybody knew that you were his girl.

“Looks so good I don’t want to take it out” he mumbled, nuzzling his nose with yours before sitting back on his hunches.

“You better, I really want you to fuck my ass. After all the trouble I went to as well” you grumbled, running a hand over his perky nipples and down his waist.

“Don’t worry, mesh’la. I want that as well” he assured, unable to stop the genuine smile that flickered along his face. He gripped your hips, picking you up and flipping you over so you lay on your stomach in front of him.

You felt him press his weight against you, groaning into your neck as his cock slid in between the globes of your ass. He could smell the faint scent of your shampoo and the unique sound of your hitched breath as his hands slid up your sides. “Kriff Rex, you feel so good against me” you sighed, running your hand up to cup his head as your hips began pushing back against him. With every small movement of his hips, it sent the plug deeper inside of you, making you want to buck against him and feel him inside of you, stretching you out.

“Easy love, need you to take a deep breath for me, can you do that?” Rex murmured into the soft skin of your shoulder blades. He pressed delicate kisses there, beard rubbing deliciously against you. Whining softly, you nodded, reaching behind you to squeeze at his hips that were pinning you down. “Good girl, I’m going to take this plug out and then I’m going to fuck your ass, just like we’ve been dreaming about mesh’la” he promised, pulling away from you.

You missed the warmth that was plastered over your form, wanting it back. It was relaxing, a soothing reminder of Rex’s presence but you knew that what was coming would be much more fun than Rex just lying on top of you.

“Ready?” Rex asked, checking in on you.

“Yeah, I’m ready Rex” you assured, pleased to have such a devoted and loving partner as Rex. Trying to relax your body as much as possible, you took a deep breath in, just like Rex had told you to do. As you did so, Rex slowly and gently pulled out the silver plug that was buried in between your cheeks. Unable to help it, you moaned at feeling empty after wearing it all day.

“Kriff mesh’la, you’re gorgeous” he breathed, words escaping him as he stared at your gaping hole. It was clear that the plug had been holding you open during the day, and he couldn’t help but grab your cheeks and spread them, causing another groan to leave him. He couldn’t wait to be inside of you. It was almost like he could feel your muscles squeezing around his cock already.

“Please Rex, need you inside of me!” you begged, needed to be filled again after having the plug in all day. You knew his cock would feel very different from the plug, but you couldn’t help but try and entice him, grinding your hips down into his blankets and trying to force your hips up into the air.

“Okay, love, I’ve got you. Hands and knees for me” he instructed, pulling your hips up and helping you get your hands and arms underneath you so you could push yourself up. He mumbled praises in appreciation as you did so, trailing his hands up and down your flank as he pressed himself against you.

Rex reached over for the bottle of lube he kept in the draw, you appreciated the feel of his weight against you while he rummaged in the draw next to the bed. Finally he found what he was looking for and kissed your shoulder. “Going to make sure you’re nice and wet for me, mesh’la. Want you to take my cock, pretty girl” he murmured, squirting some over your twitching hole before slicking up his cock.

“Me too” you nodded, trying to ground yourself in the moment to stop yourself from pushing back onto him. After what seemed like minutes, you could feel him press the tip of his cock against your entrance, not breeching but letting you feel him.

When he rested his cock head against your entrance, you couldn’t help but tremble at the feel of him right there against you. Rex’s hand came to soothe you, gently rubbing the tension out of your thighs.

“It’s okay, ad’ika, just relax for me. I’m going to make you feel so good” he soothed, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. He grabbed the lube again, adding even more so it felt like you were dripping around him.

“Rex! Please!” you complained, trying to wiggle your ass a little to get him to move, but he only chuckled, one hand clenching on your hip to still you.

“I’m not going to hurt you, love. Are you ready?” he assured, keeping a tight lid on his famous control. He wasn’t going to move until you said you were ready.

“Have been for ages!” you grumbled, biting your lip as his grip tightened on your hip. All you wanted to do was press back against him, to finally feel him breech your hole.

Chuckling, Rex pinched your side. “Brat!” he muttered affectionately before keeping you still.

Slowly and with all the gentleness that Rex had ever shown you, he pushed his cock through your tight ring of muscles. You gasped, the coolness of the lube soothing the stretch as he moved within you steadily. He stopped when his cock head was inside, waiting for you to adjust to the feel of him and checking in with you.

You couldn’t help but clench around him at the intrusion, eyes squeezed shut as you tried to remember to relax. But he felt so big already and you could feel your pussy clenching around nothing and leaking onto the bed.

“You okay, cyare?” he breathed, running warm large hands down your sides and over your back, gritting his teeth as he felt you tighten up around him even more. It felt like you were trying to draw him in further, your warm, tight heat pushing him closer to his edge.

“More… please” you gasped, twisting the sheets beneath your hands.

“Such a good girl for me mesh’la, always so polite. Asking me nicely. I’ll give you anything you want love” he praised, laying soft kisses against your delicate skin, teasing you with his beard a little. Straightening up, he pushed himself even more into you, keeping watch on your expressions as you lowered yourself onto the bed, face pressed against the pillow as you let out a low moan. God you were kriffing gorgeous!

You had always known that Rex was a large man, ever since the first time you had seen his cock. He was thick and long, the girth always a challenge to take without some proper preparation. And stars, did Rex enjoy preparing you for his cock with his talented fingers and mouth. If you didn’t cum at least 3 times in a session, Rex felt like he hadn’t done enough for you. Maker, you were blessed to have such an attentive man.

But now, as he was pressing further and further into your ass, he felt impossibly bigger. His cock was carving it’s way through you, making you mould to his shape. You reached up to squeeze his thigh, needing that connection to him, to feel him beneath your hands. Rex had ruined you for anyone else, nobody would be able to satisfy you and make you feel as good as your Captain.

“Feel so perfect, mesh’la. You know the word to make me stop if it gets too much” he reminded as he pressed his hips flushed against the round cheeks of your arse. But you couldn’t react, Rex was holding your hips tight so you couldn’t move. As much as he wanted to, he needed to make sure you were aware that one word would be enough to put an end to this if you wanted to.

“Red” you nodded, knowing that he really wouldn’t move unless you told him your safe word. Your Captain was stubborn like that, prepared to keep you on the edge until he got what he wanted.

“Good girl, I’m going to move now” he praised, pressing a kiss to your neck before he carefully pulled out of your clenching hole before pushing in.

Your little cries sounded like they were punched out of you as he watched your face carefully from where it was pressed against the pillow. When you squeezed his thigh again, he pressed even deeper into you with each thrust, keeping a watchful eye on your expression as his cock opened you up even more.

You felt so full of him, it was impossible to think that he could fit inside of you. The biggest plug that you two had was still substantially smaller than Rex. And it felt like Rex was pressing his cock right up into your throat, barely giving you enough time to move and take a breath before it was forced out of you by the thrust of his hips against yours.

“Rex!” you cried, unable to stop as you clenched around him.

“Want me to stop, mesh’la?” he frowned, instantly stilling his hips.

“No! Don’t stop please!” you begged, twisting the blankets beneath your hands. “So full, feel you everywhere” you gasped out, trying to rock yourself back onto him but his firm grip on your waist prevented you from moving. Only taking what he would give you.

“Shh, mesh’la, I won’t stop, you sound so pretty for me, darling” he soothed, running a gentle hand down your spine as he pulled back before thrusting into your tight canal. The sound that you let out had him trying to think about anything else to stop this being over sooner than you’d like.

Gods, you were beautiful. He would never be able to stop thinking of you like this. Head pressed into the pillows, ass up in the air, whining as you took his cock in your tight hole. You looked blissed out already, just the feeling of him filling you up and moving you on his cock. No, he could die a happy man just recalling this.

“Oh… Rex! Fuck!” you cried, unable to stop the loud noises that you were making as you pushed your hips back against him. It had him sinking deeper and faster into you than he wanted to, hoping to set a steady pace for you to begin with but he couldn’t help but match your movements, letting you set the pace that you needed.

“Kriff mesh’la, you’re so tight for me! Feel you strangling my cock” he moaned, squeezing his eyes tightly as he felt his balls tighten up. He ran a hand up and down your back, encouraging you to move your hips against his as he lost himself in the rhythm that you set. Carefully he pressed more on your lower back, making you arch more into him, changing the angle that he thrust into you and making both of you let out twin moans of pleasure.

You cried out, the change pushing you closer and closer to the edge. He felt so perfect filling you like this, his gentle caresses and kisses allowed you to soak in his affection while he was fucking ruining you for anyone else, pounding into your ass that you knew you’d have to have bacta and take the day easy tomorrow.

Gasping at the feel of warmth running up his spine, Rex reached around you to begin rubbing at your clit in the pattern you liked, increasing the pressure as he felt his balls pull up, his release just on the edge but he was determined to make you loose control before him. He needed to feel you strangling his cock and clenching around him as you screamed his name.

“FUCK! REX! PLEASE!” you shouted, doing just like he had hoped as you sobbed and twisted beneath him. The feeling of his fingers rubbing your clit and pulling another orgasm from you was making your core ache. You wanted to feel him shoot his load into you, to feel him twitch inside of you as he cummed. You only realised you had said that aloud when Rex let out a loud cry and thrust up into you with a hard thrust and beginning to loose his rhythm.

“Please, I want that. Let go for me baby, let go” he hissed, resting his head on your back.

And with those words and the feel of him ploughing your ass, you couldn’t help but tighten around him. Your pussy clenching around nothing but your ass full of his cock. You screamed his name, just as he echoed yours as he released bursts of hot, white cum inside of you.

For a few moments, you felt Rex press his heavy weight against you as he collapsed on your back. It felt nice to have him so close, to feel how he all but relaxed into you after your vigorous love making.

“Rex darling, you okay?” you asked, reaching to stroke the arms that were surrounding you. Linking your hands together, you couldn’t help but feel amused when he let out a little grunt but squeezed your hand in his.

“You’ve broken me mesh’la. I’ll never be the same again” he mumbled, words becoming lost against you.

“Same sweetheart” you chuckled, kissing his forearm before turning your head to try and catch a glimpse of him. “Think you can lie next to me, love?” you wondered, feeling his cock begin to soften inside of you.

He nodded, carefully pulling his cock out of you and lying beside you, an arm wrapped around your waist as he looked into your eyes. Gazing over at your exhausted expression, he couldn’t help but smile. “How you feelin’ cyare?” he questioned, wanting to make sure you were okay.

“Amazing, it was better than we thought” you grinned, reaching up to tug slightly on his beard. It always brought a chuckle from him and this time was no exception. You couldn’t help but want to curl up into him now, arms already reaching out to wrap around him so you could sleep.

“Ah ah, mesh’la. I need to put some bacta on you first and then you can go pee. Want to take care of you before we cuddle” he reminded gently, taking your hand and pressing delicate kisses along the palm and over your fingers.

You pouted, hoping he would change his mind. You felt too boneless to move.

“No, you know the rules!” he said firmly, rubbing his nose against yours. “Roll over, I want to make sure I didn’t hurt you” he instructed, gathering the tube of bacta that he also kept in the draw beside his bed. Scooting down the bed, he levelled himself with your ass, taking the time to appreciate the red marks that was made from his hips pushing into you. Pressing a kiss to one, he carefully slathered bacta over your tender entrance, making sure to give you a generous amount.

When he was finished, Rex helped you to the bathroom to do your business before he allowed you to sink into his arms on the bed. You would both have to jump in the refresher when you woke up, but for now the both of you felt exhaustion cling onto you. The hard day and the fun you had tonight catching up with you.

“You’re way better than some hot shot pilot, you know” you whispered, stroking patterns onto his chest as sleep tugged at your eyes.

“And you’re perfect, mesh’la” he grinned, bringing you closer into his chest and pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head. You couldn’t help but sigh, feeling safe and loved in your Captain’s arms.

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Diahann Carroll Vs. Rue McClanahan

Propaganda

Diahann Carroll - (Dynasty, Julia) - God every clip of her on Dynasty is just so iconic, her entrance, the bit where she shades Joan Collins' Alexis for her taste in caviar... "I wanted to be the first black bitch on television" she said, and she did it beautifully!

Rue McClanahan - (Golden Girls, Maude, Mama's Family) - Listen to me. I have never understood celebrity crushes until I first witnessed Rue McClanahan. She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen - just look at her!! Gorgeous eyes, the cutest nose, a SPECTACULAR smile - she has this adorable, princess-like quality about her AND she's also a complete hottie AND she's aware of it: she HAS THE RANGE, people!! Her two most famous roles are polar opposites, in fact: she starred in the role of naive, gentle Vivian Cavender-Harmon in Maude (and I mean. Just look her up and tell me that's not an angel!), and then went on to gain even more well-deserved fame and success as the seductive, extroverted Blanche Devereaux in The Golden Girls (a role for which she won an Emmy in 1987 - her amazing, hilarious acceptance speech can be found here: . I should also point out that both of these are comedy characters and she is HILARIOUS as them both - the comedic timing, the delivery, the expressions, she was a comedy queen!!! As for her personal life, she was just a darling - and also very funny in person, not just in her acting roles! She was a staunch supporter of gay rights and a big advocate for same-sex marriage in the US, as well as a vegetarian and a big defender of animal rights. She suffered from illness in her later years which greatly impacted her health, but she was still very active up until her death in 2010, and she even released a wonderful autobiography in 2007 titled "My First Five Husbands... and the Ones Who Got Away". In her interviews she's always gentle, soft-spoken (her voice. dear god. sweet mother Aphrodite I cannot weave I am overcome with gay thoughts), and kind, but also sharp, witty, and just a delight to watch. I could go on forever talking about her honestly. I am actually in love with her and you should be too. She's just the best! Here, have some additional pics: (pics below the cut)

Master Poll List of the Hot Vintage TV Ladies Bracket

Additional propaganda below the cut

Diahann Carroll:

Diahann Carroll's First Scene on "Dynasty"

Rue McClanahan:

The Hottie™ of the Golden Girls, she was definitely a GILF. And her character's shenanigans were Emmy-winning but no less fun and her outfits were always on point and gorgeous, befitting her perfectly.

she!!!

as Vivian, with her fellow hottie Bea Arthur as Maude

as Blanche - look at those eyes!!!

come on, tell me you wouldn't do anything for that smile, I dare you

in her contract she specifically requested to be given all of Blanche's clothes and SHE WAS RIGHT

Okay so first of all. Rue has this way of moving around and looking at you that just-- I mean, I'm ace, but I *get* the allos. She's hot and she knows it (and she plays a character in The Golden Girls who's in her 50s, hot, and knows it as well. Which, talk about perfect casting??) But I'm mostly here to talk about the fact that she said this in her Emmy acceptance speech (paraphrased because I'm sharing the video with the right timestamp, and you should absolutely watch up until 3:40, because her delivery is UNMATCHED): "My mother said to me once [...] 'Oh, Eddi-Rue, for heaven's sake. Don't you know every kick's a boost?' There've been a lot of kicks, and there've been a lot of boosts. I'm not going to mention the people who gave me kicks... but you know who you are. And you'll be in the book." (Seriously though, do yourself a favour and watch that video. She's amazing!!) She said this, and proceeded to WRITE THE BOOK, titled "My first five husbands, and the ones who got away", which is *incredibly* funny, and such an earnest look into her life. She opens the acknowledgements with "This book is about my life and experiences as I lived them, and anyone who doesn't like it can jolly well lump it." And I mean... she's awesome. I could go on.

Rue McClanahan @ The Emmy Awards 1987

[ciderwitch]

So like I was wondering if youde be ok with writing a self insert of Standley Pines bc I am such a simp and am in need of fluff. Please please Id love you forever.

Surprisingly, I've only recently noticed that I apparently have a debilitating attraction to DILFS and GILFs... Love me some Grunkle Stan!

You had just started working at Gravity Falls Town Hall and already it seemed like things in your life were taking a strange turn. I mean, yeah, the realtor had told you that it was a "vibrant and quirky" community, so you figured it would be a little odd. The rent was cheap and the apartment you were living in was better than anything you'd even heard of back in the city, so vibrant and quirky would have to do.

Still, it was the third time this month the Pines kids had been chased by unholy abominations, and the terror of seeing a not-deer get eaten by a werepanther was starting to become a little too familiar for your liking.

You needed to get out more, you decided. Thankfully, some of your coworkers had a monthly get together at one of the local diners to hang out and they were more than happy to invite you along. They told you new folks didn't come here often, but you found the community warm and welcoming all the same. Eldritch horrors aside, it was a great place to live.

Apparently you did not get the memo that it was cancelled tonight, so here you were pouring syrup over your solo lunch of pancakes and sausage when the door chimed.

It was Wendy Corduroy and she had a downright miserable expression on her face. You could see why. Robbie Valentino was hot on her heels, as usual. It didn't take a genius to see that he was head over heels for her — or that she was completely done with him. And, since nobody else seemed particularly interested in helping, you called out to her.

"Ms. Corduroy! Care to join me? I was just going over some paperwork your father submitted and I could use your help."

She gave you a soft smile and quickly slid into the booth across from you while Robbie grumbled to himself, shoved his hands in his pockets, and stormed away.

"He is persistent, isn't he?" You say with a roll of your eyes.

"I know!" She groaned miserably, slapping her face between her hands. "Thanks for the save, by the way. If he actually paid attention to me he'd know my dad doesn't do paperwork."

"Anytime, Wendy. That's what adults are for, you know?" you answered.

"Pfft, no way," she said, "You're the only cool adult in this town, man. I bet if you were mayor it wouldn't suck so bad around bere."

"Thanks, but no thanks. I'm not ready for that kind of responsibility," you laughed. "Besides, Mayor Cutebiker is still plenty popular. I don't think I'd have a chance."

"Whatever you say, Miss Y/N," she said with a shrug, "Mind if I eat with you? My dad and my brothers are meeting here in about 30, but I'm starving."

"Of course not, Wendy. I'd be happy for the company," you answered happily. You ate your pancakes in good company and waved her goodbye when her family arrived. You were polishing off the last of your drink and a slice of pie when the door chimed again and in came the Pines family.

You recognized the twins immediately. Where trouble brewed, the twins were at the source. Despite the threat of danger, you couldn't be angry at them. They were very kind and intelligent kids and had saved you from a gnome kidnapping earlier just this month, so you would say you were on good terms.

Then you looked up and saw the Stan brothers, Ford and Stanley. You hadn't actually met them personally yet, but you could tell by reputation alone who was who.

Ford was walking with his journal in hand, taking notes and examining the Medusa-dog's head mounted on the wall beside him while he mumbled to himself.

Stanley followed right after. Mister Mystery himself, with the usual suit and red fez you'd seem from afar and that half the town had warned you away from.

Both brothers were handsome, you realized, though Stanley was the one that stuck out to you. He had a great dad-bod, but you could tell there was some muscle under the poorly fitted suit jacket he always wore.

You blinked a few times to yourself. Man, you really had been single for too long. Your eyes met, and you offered a polite wave before looking at your mug and taking a sip. Staring probably wouldn't make a great first impression and you secretly hoped he couldn't read your thoughts.

Your reflection was interrupted the moment Mabel saw you, of course. The kid ran right over and dragged her brothers and uncles right along with her. She was sliding into the booth beside you before you even had a chance to scoot in.

"Hi, Ms. Y/n! It's me, Mabel!" she said excitedly. "Have you met my grunkles? This is Grunkle Stan, and this is Grunkle Ford!" she added, pointed to them accordingly.

"Nice to meet you both," you say, nodding at each of them. "My name is Y/n."

"Nice to meet you, Y/n. My name is Stanford Pines, and this is my brother Stanley," he added. "I don't believe I've seen you around before. Did you just move in recently?"

"Yes, a few months ago, but I've been so busy with my new job as Mayor Cutebiker's Chief Administrator that I haven't had much time to get out."

"Well, that's a shame, toots," Stan added with a sly smile and a performative wink. "You'll have to let old Stan-the-man show you the town sometime. I know this place like the back of my hand!"

"Grunkle Stan, you got lost in the mall two days ago and we had to have security come find you." Dipper added exasperatedly.

"Like the back of my hand!" Stan reiterated, using his hand to turn dip 180 degrees by his head.

"Ooh! ooh! We could give you the Pines Family Tour!" Mabel added excitedly. "We know everything, don't we Dipper."

"Well, maybe not everything, but I'm sure we could show her a couple of places," the boy added, running his nose at the praise.

"Children, Stanley, please. Let's give Ms. Y/n some peace. I believe she was finishing up as we came in, weren't you, Miss?"

"Yes, I had just finished the last of my coffee and alas, I have more work to do. But perhaps I will have to take you up on the Pines Family Tour, huh kids? And I'm sure you could show me a thing or two yourself, huh, Stan-the-man?" you laughed.

He laughed with you, but the blush burning up his cheeks as you left let you know he hadn't quite expected you to return his interest.

Man, you'd have to hang out at the diner more often.

[atopvisenyashill]

nah listen if i’m viserys and i’m thinking “how do i set up rhaenyra as best as i can but also i’m horny and lonely” i’m having a gilf show and finding myself a sexy grandma to fuck so there’s no chance of having a kid. lowborn mistress imo is too risky. i’m not marrying rhaenyra to qoren - again, too risky to have a half dornish heir - but i AM reaching out and being like “i’ll make my insane brother stop carpet bombing the stepstones & help you hold that area if u give me some tips and tricks on how to get a woman in a ruling position.” the laenor match is good, but tbh i’m sitting down with rhaenys sans corlys when i visit driftmark and being like “give it to me straight - do you think your kid will make a good consort and what are potential drawbacks that we should work on here.” i’m making rhaenyra go on progresses constantly, especially in the crownlands and the reach (where the religious freaks are). the moment she feels ready for it, i’m making her master of laws. if anyone in my small council starts pushing back against this, they are getting fired so fucjing fast. i’m telling daemon that if he can ever manage to have some fucking kids, i’d be happy to marry them to rhaenyra’s kids but if he doesn’t throw 100% of his support behind her and get his goddamn old man hands OFF OF HER until she’s had at least ONE (1) silver haired heir, we are about to get so fucking exile happy so fucking fast. i’m pouring over the laws for a loophole that lets me do this while not making the gc 101 look stupid and if i can’t find one, i’m bribing the lords paramount and/or the crownlands lords to start doing some absolute primogeniture stuff. if these bitches thought alysanne was a shrewish prude they are in for a BIG FUCKING SURPRISE when it comes to viserys-with-a-fucking-brain babeeeee