#Idk I need to go to bed

[seldompathic]

If he was anything but pure I would rather face the rapture

[oscarpiastriwdc]

trying to put in perspective just how young Lando used to look compared to the drivers he grew up racing with...

Lando, age 15

Max and Charles, age 15

Alex, age 15

Lance and George, age 15

Estie, age 15

[bowsers-sweaty-asshole]

I think the thing that upsets me the most with the whole Steve/Bucky business is it feels like I never got closure. Besides a few fleeting way-too-short scenes in Civil War, I never got to really see them talk and interact after Bucky got his memories back. No catching up, no "hey, I know we've been separated for 70 something years and you finally remember who I am and there's been a whole lot of crazy shit that's happened to us, wanna talk about it?". Not even a conversation acknowledging everything they've went through or how good it was to see each other again, just some quick comments and awkward scenes in Infinity War/Endgame.

Not like they've been childhood friends forever, not like Steve went against the entire world and the Avengers to defend/save Bucky. Any character development they have aftet that is told by a few short scenes and offhanded comments. I know they've had conversations off screen!!! It's implied!!! Why couldn't you have just showed me one???

At least I get a little bit of feelings from Bucky about Steve's choice to leave in Falcon and the Winter Soldier. But it's not enough. Just one good convo between them, please. I can't take this whole they feel like strangers thing after Civil War. Seriously, everything after CW feels so strange and awkward and out of character. It's awful and I hate it.

[oatmeal-stans-the-trash-rat]

I think the Boopocalypse was good for Tumblr's environment bc we all had a reminder of what reblogging each other felt like. We needed to be reminded. I've noticed quite a bit more reblogging since the Boop Day. I'm proud of everyone.

Keep reblogging in honour of Boops.

It was always meant to come back to the reblogs, wasn't it?

[bloodfreakcastiel]

it really is just about being kind

[technicolorxsn]

I wonder if ianthe figured out that the kiss was harrow trying to see if she replaced her tongue and if that could mean anything in the future

[adrift-in-thyme]

There’s something terribly poetic in the inevitability of events in EPIC. The choices Odysseus is given lead to no win situations. They aren’t really choices at all.

Kill a foe’s child or witness the death of your own. Sacrifice six men or sacrifice them all. Allow your crew to starve or watch as they slaughter sacred cattle.

Sacrifice your friends, your brothers, or give up your last chance at reaching home.

In the end, the result is always the same. He destroys himself

[lazylittledragon]

dood dump <33

[princemick]

why r u guys liking that not to be dramatic post, I'm being dramatic

[tamagoneko]

variety pack of boyfriend flavors ❤️💙

[willowser]

i think katsuki just answers his phone by barking out, "bakugou." no hello, probably doesn't even look at the caller id LOL when he hears it's you, though, i think he breathes out the tension he didn't realize was coiled in his shoulders, and says a lil, "hey," 🥺🥺

and i think when he calls you, and you answer with your sweet, "helloooo ??" he is so soft 😌 just mumbles out a quiet, "what'chu doin'?" and listens as you tell him, before saying what he needed to 😌

[beets]

baby, bi bi bi

[cregnstark]

hiiii so this is a little tidbit from a much larger cregan stark fic i’ve been slaving away at. not sure where exactly this scene will ultimately end up in the finished piece but i just wanted to share since i’ve been promising my writing and thus far neglecting you all. lmk what you think! ‹𝟹 ― cregnstark

“Is this what has become of our great house? Whoring our women out to flea-ridden dogs in The North?” Aemond’s intrusion came with no knock or announcement, simply pushing his way through the grand oak door, letting it slam against the wall before a guard rushed to close it behind the prince.

The queen and her lord father, The Hand, jumped at the sudden bang upon the prince’s entrance into the otherwise peaceful and empty room.

“Aemond. We were just fashioning to summon you.” Alicent stood quickly to greet her son, reaching forth to him as his mother, as she had dozens of times throughout their shared life together.

He did not reciprocate the gesture.

“For naught. The whole of the keep is bustling with the thrilling news,” He locked eyes with his grandsire, Otto Hightower, but only for a moment before moving past his mother towards the balcony at the window. “Why has this been allowed? Why has she who was promised to me being sanctioned to wed the Lord Stark?”

“It was not of our control, Aemond,” Otto answered for the queen, looking to quell his grandson’s anger before it turned violent, as it was likely to since claiming Vhagar some years prior. “The King has dwelled upon the histories and legacies for many a year. There has been no Targaryen and Stark marriage in recorded time. Viserys was more than delighted to bless this match; the first of its kind.”

Otto Hightower looking to be the optimist amongst them. Otto Hightower looking to take control of the situation.

“And what happens when his offspring attempt to lay claim to our birthright? We just allow wolves to become dragonlords, hm?” Prince Aemond turned on his heel, taking large strides toward his mother and grandfather where they stood at the small council’s table.

His shouldered were squared and his firsts curled in on themselves at his side, knuckles almost white. He looked ever the force of fury as he often was these days. Alicent’s babe, her boy ― now a man grown, with his own achievements and attitude; driven by a powerful energy she did not always understand.

“The King has led no indication that any children they have would be given dragon eggs to cradle. Nor is there a reason to believe they would hatch either.” She attempted to soothe her son’s concerns, unsuccessfully.

“She was promised to me, mother. It is the principle.” Aemond sneered, almost hissing like the dragon his blood made him to be. This was more than just anger at a Targaryen women marrying outside their own house, as was very uncommon to begin with; no, this was a personal matter. Aemond One-Eye had been personally slighted. What was once promised his to stake claim to was now that of another man’s.

“We will make a good match for you, my love. Forge a strong alliance for our house and the realm.”

“Our children would have been the true Targaryens, like Aegon and Helaena’s. Purest blood of the dragon. Now that of Old Valyria is to be gifted to a Northman under silver cloche. Viserys has long been weak against the wishes of his daughters and it is repugnant that he not only granted her this wish but is celebrating it.”

In that, Alicent could not disagree.

[housecow]

y’all will never see me as an actual bbw model or making scenario/stuffing content of any sort because i am a TERRIBLE actor.

no i cant do a cute little moan and rub my belly after a funnel session, im literally about to pass out and need to be tucked into bed

[hanjlsung]

endless loml gifs [6-7]

[valwoowoo]

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