#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

[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.

[otaku553]

I am going to be So Insufferable about this man in 2 days.

[hinamie]

been in a yuuji mood

[eledsart]

the gerudo outfits are always my favorite

[pacing-er]

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

[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.”

[peskyfirefly]

enjin crumbs

[yukipri]

Nezha has me in a stranglehold

the gay mythology Chinese boys are dragging me out of art slump, so have some quick sketches of Nezha & Ao Bing

(psST go see movies!!!)

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[rainscenes]

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.

[sky-kiss]

HEY, OP. WAS IT NECESSARY TO MAKE THEM BOTH SO UNGODLY ATTRACTIVE?

House of Hope

[sleepinglionhearts]

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

[kerizaret]

I NEED a "hug" button on tumblr what do you mean I can't give a hug to my friends under posts where they are sad whay do you mean I can't just randomly spam hug them I have to do everything myself here

Hugging you all I love you sm