#Quick wit

[mel-on-off]

I love Lucifer for that. They said all the lines I wanted to hear from them in these last few episodes!

Lucifer said ladies first

Lucifer said I eat pussy better than you can

Lucifer said you can't beat me in the streets or in the sheets

Lucifer said if I had a nickel for everytime I cucked the first man on earth I'd have 2 nickels which isn't a lot but isn't it weird it happened twice

[threeravenspublishing]

It's almost Easter, but the Bunny is in trouble!

[ultrachoppedpenguinbouquet]

Humor, sarcasm, irony of Paul

[contakaidigon]

4am cup of coffee

Featuring the medal of wit from gorgug and the scars on his hands from the nightmare forest :)

[inkedberries]

npcs somewhere in the capital, circa 1920

Andrey is an owner of an edgy underground club and architecture is his hobby whereas Peter is an artist the Kains commission frequently and alcohol is his hobby.

[theimpurelily]

My new ship just launched and one of them doesn't even have a fucking name

For real tho, this un-named Wan Jian Disciple is such a snarky bitch. I love him.

Kudos to @grubus for making such enjoyable OCs

[mobius-m-mobius]

Happy Birthday Owen Wilson! ♡ (November 18th, 1968)

[dipperscavern]

as you write and create wonders from thin air, i bring forward to you a humble request from the town folk: jon snow marrying/wedding, drabble or such 🙏 my life is yours 🙂‍↕️

thin air?? never!! i could never do it without my lovely anons 💗💗

jon snow x reader (gn i believe… idk reader has hair long enough to braid!)

you’re being dramatic. no, really, you are — but you’ll allow yourself this one moment, it is your wedding day, after all.

jon is the only one who knows how to braid your hair the way you like. both sansa and arya have tried their very best to replicate it, but one way or another it never turns out quite how you need it to be.

the easy fix of simply asking for jon's help is thwarted by aryas insistence of a braavosi wedding tradition, one which requires you and jon to not see each other until the actual ceremony. according to her, doing so supposedly brings bad luck. one shared look between you and jon says neither of you quite believe it, but you've humored the princess nonetheless. up until now, that is.

the door shuts with a click. jon, expecting sam or perhaps one of his sisters, is thoroughly surprised when greeted by the sight of you. "I, uh, thought we.."

"Are you not happy to see me, Jon Snow?"

jon cant help but smile while getting his first proper look of you all day, and the one you bite back reaffirms that he's in no real danger. "I need your help."

"With what?"

you look away momentarily - the way you do when you're nervous to ask for something. he finds the action terribly endearing. "My hair. Could you braid it?”

aye, he thinks. he could also kiss you silly and mess up the small bit of makeup sansa has dusted over your features. he could make you both late to your own wedding.

instead, his pupils dilate ever so slightly, face softening along with them. “Turn around.”

you flash a smile before heeding his request. it hits him that he’ll get to see that very smile for the rest of his waking days, if the gods are good.

his hands are gentle as they work your hair, delicately intertwining the strands in a dance he’s done countless times before. the feeling of his skin occasionally brushing against yours sends your lashes fluttering shut, goosebumps breaking out across your shoulders.

the silence of this moment is comforting — a momentary chance to rest, your day having been a whirlwind so far. everyone has decidedly thrown themselves into this; a bright, shining, good thing happening amidst all the bad that has scorched not just the north, but the entirety of westeros for the last coming years.

sansa has spent the last days sewing you and jon’s cloaks, and arya spent the morning making you a hair mask that has, undoubtedly, made it softer than ever. when asked she only shakes her head, letting you know she intends to keep the recipe closely guarded. and he’d never admit to it, but you know theon is responsible for the fresh sheets, new candles, and the pastries being made by the cooks to warm everyone up once back inside from the ceremony.

jon sliding the hair band you brought off your wrist brings you back to the present moment, eyes reopening & landing in the door in front of you. “Done.”

hands on your waist turn you to meet their owner, and before you can utter thanks, you hear footsteps making their way to the door directly behind jon. they’re light, airy — almost nonexistent. but a split second after you notice, jon’s head turns to confirm what his ears tell him.

when he looks back at you, childlike fear of being caught dances in his pupils. you can’t help the breathy laugh that escapes you as you turn to quickly (and quietly) exit out the door you came in from.

he’s quick to help usher you out in lieu of his sisters approaching footsteps. “You’re my savior.” you tell him.

he doesn’t shut the door without pressing a small kiss to your lips first. “I bask in the glory.”

[sexwithstilinskiandhale]

oliver: "i wasn't in love with felix"

also oliver for 2 hours and 7 minutes: feluKSHH ??😳😚🤪😘 u want bike?? 🤗😁😆 ah no smoke, ok maybe 😛🤩😋 pls don't be mad at me???🤧☹️

[formulanni]

Franco Colapinto as the Page of Swords:

The page of swords represents someone embarking on a new idea and a mental adventure. Full of enthusiasm and good cheer, this person is eager to share and discuss their thoughts and plans for what can be.

The Page of Swords is someone who never seems to run out of ideas. They are curious, always asking questions, and gifted with a sharp tongue and quick wit to match. Their aptitude for language also makes them an incredible communicator, and with their love of ideas, you may find them always engaged in some passionate debate.

Tag list: @st-leclerc @rubywingsracing @saviour-of-lord @three-days-time @the-wall-is-my-goal @albonoooo @ch3rubd0lls @brawngp2009

[seance]

— from George Rexstrew instagram story (x)

[sainz100]

Alex & Carlos on The Fast & The Curious 02.14 episode 💙💙

[cubbihue]

If leisure fairies are human sized, what does that mean for cupid?

Cupid is an odd exception to the Leisure Fairies since... he's not a true fairy! Cupid is a human-turned-Fairy, just like Timmy Turner! The best way to know who is a real Fairy or not? Check the eyes.

Although Cupid has the same level of magical prowess as the average Leisure Fairy, his growth was stunted given his previous human soul. Not that this matters since he's now the Representative of the Leisure Court, as well as the rep for the smaller Holidays Faction.

He hails from a darker era of Fairyworld's history, from before the 4 courts and the Fairy Wars. Cupid recalls a time when fairies would eat human children. Aside from a few from his court, no Living Being knows of Cupid's past.

Bitties Series: [Start] > [Previous] > [Next]

[aventurineswife]

Could I request Aventurine with a reader who is just as lucky as he is? He always takes them out gambling together just for funsies. Unfortunately, reader is a very attractive person as catches the interest of many greedy people who want to use them.

Fortune’s Most Favored

Summary: Aventurine and his equally lucky partner revel in their shared thrill for risk and cunning. But their magnetic charm attracts more than admiration—it draws the attention of those who seek to exploit. When a greedy stranger tries to claim what isn’t theirs, Aventurine's protective side surfaces, revealing the depth of his feelings. Beneath the glitz and games, the duo realizes that the real stakes aren’t just in cards or chips but in guarding what truly matters: each other.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Gambling themes, Protective Aventurine, Lucky!Reader, Fluff with a touch of tension, Power couple dynamics, Subtle romance, Quick-witted banter.

Warnings: Brief mentions of possessive/greedy characters, Slight tension with implied threats, Gambling themes.

The casino was alive with the music of clinking chips, spinning wheels, and the occasional exclamation of victory or defeat. Amidst the chaos, Aventurine lounged at a high-stakes table, his signature grin playing on his lips. Seated beside him, you flicked a card toward the dealer with practiced ease, the polished surface of the Queen of Hearts gleaming under the chandelier's light.

Another victory for you.

"Impressive as always," Aventurine purred, leaning back in his chair. His eyes sparkled with genuine amusement, though there was a flicker of something deeper—a quiet appreciation he rarely allowed to surface. "You know, darling, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were trying to outshine me."

You smirked, gathering your winnings with nimble fingers. "If I were, you'd already be in my shadow."

The table erupted in laughter, though it was half-nervous. There was a tension in the air, a mix of awe and envy from the onlookers. You and Aventurine were a pair that commanded attention, a duet of charisma and skill that turned every casino floor into your personal stage.

But tonight, it wasn’t just admiration that followed you.

The first sign something was off came as you moved to another table, Aventurine by your side. A man with a sharp suit and sharper eyes approached, his expression a mix of feigned charm and unspoken malice. His gaze lingered on you, a little too long to be polite.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked smoothly, though his question was directed solely at you.

Aventurine's smile never wavered, but the subtle shift in his posture—leaning slightly forward, one hand resting near his choker—was a silent warning.

"Funny thing about luck," Aventurine said, cutting through the man's attempt at conversation. "It doesn’t take kindly to vultures."

The man’s smile faltered, but he recovered quickly. "I was just admiring your… partner’s skill. Surely someone of their caliber attracts all kinds of attention."

"And yet," Aventurine countered, his tone velvet-soft but razor-sharp, "only the dullest sorts think they can buy or bully their way into good company."

The man’s expression hardened, but before he could respond, you spoke up.

"I don’t think you’d enjoy playing at our table," you said lightly, your voice carrying a chill that belied your calm demeanor. "The stakes tend to get… dangerous."

The man hesitated, eyes flickering between you and Aventurine. Then, with a forced chuckle, he backed off, muttering something about finding another game.

Later, as you and Aventurine stood on the casino’s balcony, the cool night air a welcome contrast to the stuffy heat inside, he turned to you with an unreadable expression.

"Attractive and lucky," he mused, leaning against the railing. "A dangerous combination."

You rolled your eyes. "Jealous?"

He chuckled, a low, rich sound that sent a shiver down your spine. "Hardly. If anything, I’m relieved. It means I have someone who can keep up with me."

There was a pause, the kind that carried unspoken words. You met his gaze, and for a moment, his mask slipped. Beneath the flamboyant charm and the calculated confidence, you saw something raw—an unguarded flicker of protectiveness and longing.

"You know," he said softly, "the world isn’t kind to people like us. Greedy hands and jealous hearts are always waiting to take what they can’t earn." He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "But I’ll be damned if I let anyone take you."

You smiled, leaning into his touch. "You’d have to fight me for me first."

He laughed, the sound lighter this time, free of the weight he so often carried. "Oh, darling," he murmured, his voice low and teasing, "that’s a gamble I’d gladly lose."

And as the city lights sparkled below, you realized that with Aventurine, every high-stakes game was worth playing—as long as he was by your side.

[rosalie-starfall]

Saturday Night - 2024

October 11th 1975

Gilda: "You get to be the hot one." Laraine: "Jane's the hot one." Jane: "I'm the mom... The still fuckable mom."

[ace-artemis-fanartist]

Sad gay and grieving elf man feeding the stray cats every night.

aka Thara Celehar from The Witness for the Dead.