#I am overcome

[parttimesarah]

Me being overwhelmed by all these short teasers WWDITS FX is posting…

[saints-who-never-existed]

Terror Camp 2024 Saturday Keynote Let's Fuckin' Go

[theblackwomb]

Edward Little wearing make-up

that's it that's the post

[literaturezombie]

also watching season 2 now that I'm in a queer relationship is changing my brain chemistry like. s1 was so much fun and perfect and I loved it but like. watching this season??? now that I get to scream I love my girlfriend into the ether????? it is rewiring things up there like. the way queer affection is shown on this show is just so. sweet and affectionate and Real like I've always felt kinda disconnected from romance plots in movies & stuff like in the past I've felt kinda like how I am in relationships doesn't connect with what I've been shown? like I felt like.i had to performatively live up to what I was told was romance in my private life but like. every moment of queer interaction in this show is just. exactly how I exist in my relationship right now. like it's silly and awkward and sweet and gentle and like. Pete and Lucius proposal where they kiss and then Pete kinda squwaks incoherently and lightly ribs him for being silly. the gentle wanting of every Ed/stede interaction, being afraid of going to fast too soon and wanting to make sure your partner is comfortable. the silly little game they play with their hands. it just. it's all so imperfect and kind and earnest and genuine and I feel so seen and perceived in a way that I literally never have in media before and that I never thought was possible before I started dating this woman like??? realizing I'm a lesbian has made me so soft and silly like a teenager again I didn't know y'all were feeling this I thought this was a bit that they invented for love songs????? idk idk none of this makes sense I'm just a bit tipsy at the airport and I have so many feelings!!!!

[wetravellight]

I need people to inform me that they're getting married at least 3 months in advance so that I can prepare mentally and physically and find myself a dress without having a Whole Freakout.

Because what do you mean your engagement party/wedding is in two weeks? That's about how long it takes me to just decide if I want to attend an occasion or not

[holygrailcycle]

'There was still music' I'M SO!!!!! HUUUUUGH.

LADS WE'RE THINKING ABOUT LB1 AGAIN. WE'RE THINKING ABOUT SALIERI PLAYING A LULLABY FOR A WORLD IN THE MIDST OF COLLAPSING. TO GIVE ITS INHABITANTS WHO HAD NEVER KNOWN A GENTLE WORLD UNTIL THE MOMENT THEIRS WAS DISAPPEARING A MOMENT OF PEACE. TO GIVE PEOPLE WHO HAD NEVER BEEN ABLE TO THINK OF ANYTHING BUT CUTTHROAT SURVIVAL A GLIMPSE OF BEAUTY AND KINDNESS.

'Does it hurt?' 'Not at all.' 'Does it fill you up?' 'It does indeed.'

Because art nourishes the mind and soul just as food nourishes the body. No matter the pain, the grief, the rage, no matter the injustice or unfairness, there is always music.

And Salieri's connection to is so so compromised. He loves music. Cherishes it. It is part of him, moves through him. And it's wrapped up in envy and hatred because of Mozart, genius Mozart, wunderkind Mozart. It's wrapped up in pain because of the world's perception forcing him into a story he should never have been associated with at all, and now has to embody every time he's summoned. How else can he cope other than trying to throw himself wholeheartedly into it, because there's no point in trying to escape it anyway?

But even then he doesn't manage, because in the end Salieri is still there. And despite all the pain, the grief, the rage, no matter the injustice or unfairness, there is always music.

After all, Salieri could never stop himself from creating it any more than he could stop breathing.

[astrangewoman]

oh. my god.

do you know that pigeon cheeks exist? (here you go)

[hinamie]

been in a yuuji mood

[nocternal]

a moment of silence for all us disabled ones who had to watch each of their friends move on with their lives without you and get jobs, go to school, have partners come and go, get engaged and move house etc.

shout out to my fellow struggling people who are still sitting in the same bedroom they grew up in. the ones who can't get a job, can't make new friends, can't find a partner or partners, can't move house and can't go to school.

I hope one day we can all find someone to at least sit with us in our rooms. I see you and I understand... and I'm sorry we can't be that person for each other

[eledsart]

the gerudo outfits are always my favorite

[kazz-brekker]

as someone who has never watched any of the episode of critical role that they’re adapting into tlovm it’s very wild to me that the show will drop absolutely banger lines like “you’re at the bottom of my list” or “darling, take off the mask” or “do not go far from me” or “take me instead you raven bitch” or “i was made to pass through fire” and then i log on here and learn that they were all originally IMPROVISED in the original campaign

[pacing-er]

He may be a Short King but he has big plans!!

[confessionseddie]

DIAZ

buddie | 3k words | explicit possessive eddie, semi-public sex, proposals, monogamy kink :)

“You know, this name might be on both our uniforms some day,” Buck says, barely thinking, because, obviously it will. One day. But then his own words catch up with him and he freezes, staring unblinkingly at the grimy, really-needs-to-be-hosed-down side of the ladder truck.

Buck wears the wrong jacket.

[cleo-fox]

I have been obliterated by this drabble. 🥵

The TENSION! The DENIAL! The ENDING! I am amazed and inspired and also a little swoony. This drabble has watered my crops and cleared my skin. I adore it.

Also, I was sort of a little bit super obsessed with the promise of @infinitystoner ‘s Conrad series BEFORE I read this gorgeous little piece of writing and now I’m like ???? can I quit my job to be a full time stan of Conrad as written by K? Is that a career path? Can it be?

Conrad tells you to get on your knees.

What’s he gonna do to you?

I CANNOT STOP THINKING ABOUT THIS FICTIONAL MAN. (Also, this has nothing to do with the series I’m working on. Just a drabble. Enjoy!)

Misconduct

Pairing: James Conrad x Reader Word count: 788 Tags/Content: Bratty Behavior, Daddy Dom!Conrad, Smuttish

“What if your little ruse had backfired?” 

The evening’s arduous recovery mission had been a success, although the extraction of your target had not gone according to plan. Conrad’s plan, that is. 

In the heat of the moment, you’d implemented another course of action – admittedly a slightly more dangerous one – and, now that you’re back at the Saigon motel the two of you are currently operating out of, he’s finally letting his disappointment be known. 

And it is exhilarating. 

“They’re safe, James. Mission accomplished,” you reply nonchalantly, wrapping your arms around his waist as he shrugs off his holster. “Isn’t that all that matters?”

He huffs out an incredulous laugh, slowly walking the two of you back toward the bed – which is precisely where you want to be. 

“Oh, darling. You disobeyed a direct order out there. You expect me to just forget that?” 

There’s a hint of lingering frustration in his tone, and a rush of adrenaline surges through your body, your core throbbing in delightful anticipation of what’s to come. 

“Yes, of course,” you say before running your tongue along the expanse of his beautiful neck, relishing in the salty taste of his skin and hoping your eager nips are enough to distract him from the fact your hands are hastily unfastening his belt buckle. 

But it’s futile – Conrad immediately grasps your wrists, stopping your ministrations as he gives a gentle squeeze. “You think you’re so clever, don’t you?” 

“I know I am.” 

Your continued taunts prompt him to change course, pulling you away from the bed and pressing you back against the nearest wall. You’re not sure if it’s his heartbeat you feel against your chest or your own fighting wildly within the confines of your ribcage. You stare up into his eyes – any remaining glimmer of playfulness is gone, replaced by unabated lust. 

“Why do you insist on being such a brat?” 

“You love it.” 

“That I do,” he muses, letting go of you. “But even brats must learn to follow the rules.” 

“Now,” he pauses, his tongue darting across his bottom lip before his gaze narrows. He’s thinking of a punishment befitting your misconduct, and your breath hitches at the obscenity of it all. “Over there, on your knees.” 

He motions to the foot of the bed, but you’re already following his command without hesitation.

“Any other requests, Captain?” you tease, glancing over your shoulder as Conrad snaps the belt from his hips in one fluid movement. 

“Eyes straight ahead, love. And hands behind your back.” 

Submitting to him like this comes to you as easy as breathing. It’s a partnership built on trust that works exceedingly well, both in and outside of the bedroom.  

But you broke a sacred rule tonight, and now you must atone. Pleasure roils inside you like the wicked waves of a tempest as Conrad crouches behind you, fingertips ghosting down the length of your arms before swiftly looping his belt around your wrists.  

When he’s done, he settles on the bed in front of you. Carefully, you test the strength of the leather binding, burning desire settling in your belly when you realize the knot is tighter than usual. 

“My fierce, curious girl,” he laughs. “Would you like to hear the rules?” 

Your brain short circuits with salacious possibility as the ache between your thighs intensifies, but you must make some sort of agreeable noise because Conrad smugly arches a brow as he rubs his palms along the top of his legs, observing you with a quiet wonder. 

“You will not move – or touch me – until I say so. Is that clear?” 

“Then what—”

“You’re going to watch.”

Conrad is certainly a sight to behold. The hazy light emitting from the bedside lamp creates a glowing aura around his godlike form, and shadows dance across the contours of his chiseled body as he widens his thighs. The way he commands the space, the confidence in his posture, the dominant energy filling what little space exists between you – it’s addictive. 

“James, please.” It’s desperate, but so are you. You’ll say anything – do anything – if it means you get to touch him. 

The subtle curve of his lips hints at a smile; he knows the power he wields over you. Conrad meticulously unbuttons his jeans, the two of you groaning in unison when he finally frees himself.  

“Oh, don’t worry, darling,” he rasps, languidly stroking his cock. “I’m still going to make good use of that smart little mouth of yours.”

The confused expression on your face must intrigue him because he pauses his motions and leans down, his breath fanning over your heated skin as he whispers,  

“Tonight, you’re going to talk me through it.”

[sleepinglionhearts]

everyone who's been tagging my blorbo as Libra Fire Emblem in that one post is Absolutely Correct, thank you,

[coughdropenjoyer]

The "letter unopened by Lucy Westenra" was a gut punch yesterday, but today's was even worse. The sorrow in Mina's voice was a hit right to my little heart, it was worse than getting caught by surprise. So tremendous voice acting, but y'all are killing me