#I'm not weird we're all thinking it

[angel-bitch-boy]

Mashwood realness

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based on the fanfic Feeling of Desire When You're Left With the Taste by @mydetheturk

[deoidesign]

when your main characters start dating after years of writing so they finally get to be like this

[lucyshypemaster]

we genuinely need more platonic male-female relationships like the one brynne and aiden have

[ghcstcd]

People are so disgusted about the very idea of old people fucking. Damn, sorry you're gonna grow old and miserable about your sex life due to societal stigmas. Couldn't be me.

[manasurge]

Just a bit of lore relevant vent art (with terrible proportions bc apparently I mess that up horribly when I'm tired ugh. Watch me regret posting this tomorrow. The head size is already driving me mad bc it's too big, and I can feel myself wanting to abort this mission already) of Mourynn just, lying down on top of one of those large elevated Pale Tree roots far above the Grove (and far away from everyone else), and during the time between the early years and before the Personal story. Caithe is gone (Destiny's Edge), Wynne is gone (bc well, y'know...), even Faolain is gone (bc of Caithe in DE), and she's just feeling miserable, lost, and alone. (Her hair is in between her sapling hair and the Zhaitan hair, so it's grown out a bit bc she's depressed, and she's meant to be in the new outfit she designed, but I'm in the process of redesigning it a bit, so I've made a few tentative changes for now. Her collar is now just an extension of her clavicle leaves which can be put up like a collar, or can be draped down over her shoulders or back)

[hauntinglyghostie]

inseparable. a shadow and its source. life and death. as much as you want to tear away the thought of him, you can't. you stood by him, and his shadow lingers.

also here's this TERRIBLY shitty drawing I made inspired by @denimscotch saying Lysandre needs to "take a chill pill. make slime or something" and @rainbowpufflez encouraged me to actually post it.

[lilacthebooklover]

real suffering is learning that the awesome pretty girls in your chem class are also into starkid and you have no way to drop that you know what that is without it being completely out of the blue <//3 i'll just have to settle for liking all of their starkid innit reposts <///3 woe is me

[saintverse]

the other day i was explaining to my bf how i don't mind "genderbent" merlin art if it's not annoyingly heterosexual because she's transfem to me but "genderbent" arthur art just feels so very unrealistic. if he was born a girl he would just transition to be honest... people will try to do genderbending but "trans positive" by just saying it's lesbian merthur but then they're both conventionally feminine cis women and truly i don't think that works with their characters... merlin who defies every boundary and societal norm? arthur pendragon? arthur would never be a cis woman he would just transition sorry...

actually hold on. arthur is assumed to be a "tomboy" crossdresser and he pretty much only takes on the role of a princess when his father expects it. considered a harmless fancy. gets to the point where everyone even his knights call him prince arthur but as a "joke" because of how masculine he is. merlin gets assigned as the princess' maidservant and eventually arthur is like Merlin... you must understand... this isn't playing dress up, to me. this is who i am. and merlin's like Ohhh Okay. Lol. Me Too it's okay i get it. and then she walks away and it takes arthur days to realize that merlin was implying she's transfem

there's your yuri merthur if it was awesome and transgender. butch transmasc he/him lesbian arthur and genderfluid trans girl merlin. love wins!

[sexygaywizard]

Why do people who I have never seen or heard of in my life tag me in posts about mutuals. I do not know who you are

[july-19th-club]

first time i watched 'no exit' i was 100% in jo's corner like oh great it's sexist dean time . wheeee let's all watch her learn a lesson about hunting and he can be 'right' in a factual way but he'll be as obnoxious as possible about it the whole time . now i think what's happening here is that he has pretty much instantly samzoned her, as a college dropout from a hunting family who has a contentious relationship with her one surviving parent. EXCEPT that she's a five-foot-something twiggy barely-out-of-her-teens woman who has a crush on him and has never been on a serious hunt before, and he's dismissive/over-vigilant enough with the actual sam, a powerfully-built man with clairvoyant powers and over a decade of experience. bearing that in mind, his behavior towards jo is barely outside his normal realm of bossy and overbearing, and since he knows a little something about how sams will respond to direct orders, he still tells her mother she's not on the hunt with them so as to avoid the fallout until it's over. basically i think the whole dean thing, his most consistent characterization over the course of fifteen years, is his tendency to express even genuine protectiveness through the medium of 'bossy older sibling', and this makes him come off like the worst person on the planet. he frequently IS, but it's actually because of other things and has nothing to do with that habit in specific

[fluentisonus]

guys I'm going to be honest with you I don't think this is a fair comparison at all

[serenbriar]

I've been so conditioned to shut the fuck up about my interests that I still hesitate when posting on this blog that I specifically made to share my interest with people that like the same thing.

[kayvsworld]

it's just so insane. he looks so good. it looks good. it looks interesting. it is going to get drop kicked directly into the dumpster because they've elected to keep the problem that's had it on a bds boycott list for almost a year. when this movie does badly they're going to blame mackie and sam and not the the problem that's had it on a bds boycott list for almost a year. i'm pacing

[statementlou]

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[a-commas-a-pause]

Ok right I need to get to the bottom of this because otherwise it's going to bother me:

Aka: do you all love the movie more because you're all experiencing (understandable!) nostalgia for a childhood classic I first saw in my 20s, or is the movie really just That Good and I'm the weird one for missing the various long-winded tangents/sidenotes/subplots such as "Buttercup's incredibly dysfunctional parents" and "most beautiful woman in the world leaderboard" and "five best kisses in the world" and "now the 'author' is going to tell us WAY too much about his personal life and how he's contemplating cheating on his wife for some reason" and so on?

[b0amagination]

Tastes of Whumptober: Day 3

Fingerprints

“You’re going to make the perfect secret weapon for me. Why shouldn’t I?”

“For you, what the hell?!” He pulled back from the detective, heart pounding in his throat. “We’re doing this together. That’s what we agreed from the start.”

“Yes, of course, but we agreed on different roles. You knew this would require sacrifice. You aren’t backing out on me now, are you?”

Of course carrying out the crimes would be more difficult, even with the detective planning them all. He eyed the bottle of acid: entirely out of place in his friend’s tidy kitchen.

“No, I just- I’ll wear gloves. That’s an option we established as well.”

“In summer? What happened to being inconspicuous, hm?”

“Nobody’s going to see me-”

“Oh, I didn’t know we agreed to kill witnesses now.” A bitter laugh slipped out from behind sneering lips. “Listen to me. We’re too close. If they suspect the secretary, the detective he clings to loses all credibility. And god forbid you get arrested… I’ll bail you out and beat you senseless myself.”

Their partner snapped to attention at that last sentence, lips parting to say something, but no words came to mind except…

“You’re scary when you get like this,” he breathed and, to his relief, the detective deflated a bit.

“I just can’t risk you leaving behind proof. Even if we tucked your hair away, a strand could fall out. It’s safer not to have any. Same with fingerprints. We should only have to maintain it every month or so, alright? You can do that for me.”

He faltered but nodded, still trembling as the other slid on a pair of thick rubber gloves and carefully poured the acid into the dish. Then they stood up.

“Your hand.” It extended, palm up, allowing them to lean over his shoulder and turn it over. The secretary held his breath and squeezed his eyes shut as a harsh grip forced his hand down.

“Fuck! Fuck, oh my god!!!” The burn started as a tingling before slamming against him, tearing a violent scream from his lungs. “Stop, stop, stop-!” He pulled and turned to beg his friend, but his tears were met only with a sick grin that made him freeze. His hand was released after a few seconds more, but he couldn’t move.

“For good measure,” they said, grabbing a towel to wipe dripping acid from swollen fingertips.

“Owwww! Don’t touch those!” Further pain snapped him out of it, but his hand was still forced up to be examined, soft squeezes forcing out hisses and whimpers.

“Looks good. Come on, let’s get the next over with.”

He was still heaving for breath to respond with when the detective tried to grasp his other wrist, but he finally wrenched it away.

“What’s gotten into you?!” The secretary stood to face the other, still cradling his throbbing hand. “Do you enjoy this? Because I sure as hell don’t.” 

“And if I did?” A brow challenged him and, in the moment of stunned silence, they lunged for his forearm. They twirled him and twisted the arm up against his back, still pushing forward.

“Fuck off, let me go- ghh!” The impact with the table forced the breath from his lungs and power he’d never felt folded him over the surface, landing dangerously close to the acid. A drop spilled onto the tablecloth and melted a hole right through.

“I wouldn’t have to hold you if you’d stop struggling,” they called down darkly, already with his other hand in theirs. “Now if you don’t spread out your fingers I’ll dip them anyway, you understand?”

His clenched fist quickly relaxed. And then the acid washed over him all over again, taking away every thought until he was curled up on the ground, screaming, sobbing, staring at his inflamed hands.

When the detective stepped closer, he scrambled away.

“Shhhh, hey. I was just kidding with you, you know.” They held out a hand, thought better of it, and lifted him by the shoulders instead. “Learn to take a joke.” 

He was unsteady on his feet, but he could stand. They rubbed his head and took him gently by the elbow.

“Come on. Let’s get those washed off and bandaged up. You’ve got a few days off to look forward to.”