#Sex with Kings

[stromuprisahat]

This excerpt from Sex with Kings gives more insight as to why Catlyn feels so negatively about Jon.

It was generally accepted that bastards were more intelligent and better looking than legitimate children. The belief was that intercourse between a man and his mistress was truly an act of love, or at least genuine desire. And in that moment of conception, the passions of love and desire mingled to form a more impressive child than those wrung from forced copulation. In addition to superior intelligence and looks, royal bastards were less arrogant than their legitimate half siblings, who sauntered about court prickly with the pride of their fully royal birth. Bastards had no official position other than what their father chose to bestow on them and usually offered him a fierce loyalty in return for his generosity. The king often loved his bastards far better than the princes and princesses coerced from his loins in the marriage bed.

As interesting take as this it, what I see you saying is that Cat hates Jon, because she thinks he's hot.

[horizon-verizon]

*Note about a Source Used*

This is the book I bought after reading quotes the king-andthe-lionheart gave in their arguments for Rhaenyra's sexual autonomy.

Sex with Kings is the earlier work--published in 2005--while Sex with the Queen was published later in 2007.

I just want to note down that this author was not very sympathetic towards Princess Diana; in fact, she displays some misogyny towards Diana in calling and implying that Diana was "spoiled:, "irresponsible", "reckless", and "disrespectful of her duty". She writes:

"Worst of all, she had hoped that Charles was the solution to her life of aimless uncertainty and bruising loneliness" (Sex with Kings).

"Despite her illness, Diana's sexual needs were demanding [...] Perhaps sex was something like bulimia, only having a real pair of arms around her (Sex with the Queen)".

"Threatened by her husband's continued friendship with his mistress [today's Queen Consort of England] and his lackluster performance in bed with his wife, Diana threw shrill temper tantrums whenever he wanted to hunt, garden, meet with friends, or attend to state duties (Sex with the Queen)".

"Diana's public adventure with telephone harassment resulted in even greater rumblings about her precarious mental state." (Sex with the Queen).

"To vindicate herself in the eyes of the world, to present herself as a sane woman victimized by a cruel palace, in 1992 Diana authorized Andrew Morton to write a book about her travails" (Sex with the Queen).

Her work is still valuable for its recording of various women (ladies, queens, and princesses)'s plights and she does a very good job of painting the pictures of their economic and sociopolitical reasons/motivations for why they took lovers and why sometimes those lovers were even allowed. And she did her research well (again, 2005-2007 knowledge).

Just so everyone knows and knows why I will still use these books in the future for ASoIaF readings or any story where we talk about women's agency in a patriarchal society.

[kyri45]

They only want what’s best for him <3 (freenoodle for y’all)

Did I steal that line from KFP3? Yes, yes I did. No, I don’t care aaaaaa bit.

Shadowpeach Bio Parent AU (PREV / FIRST / NEXT )

The soundtrack for this and the following part is THIS song (find also under the cut) specifically, from 1:37 to 2:17!

[muzsmocsing]

It's insane how Pei Ming slutted his way through life and slutted it up even more once ascended, banging mortal, god, ghost, and demon alike yet he managed to be known as The God of Love. People wish STDs upon his hoe ass and STILL pray to him for luck with romance. Meanwhile one unfortunate government mandated typo and poor Feng Xin is forever known as Thick Dick Daddy 27. Like how is that fair.

[bairdthereader]

There's one in every friend group (and we love them).

Bonus--Confused Nick is confused:

[bird-inacage]

The Heart Killers Trailer | Kantbison + UNHINGED

CURRENT CAUSE OF DEATH.

I'm sorry - they did not prepare us for this. BDSM??? A 500-Days-of-Summer DANCE NUMBER?! THESE TWO ARE GOING TO BE SO INSANELY DERANGED AND CHAOTIC, I LOVE THAT FOR THEM.

[shotmrmiller]

ps!ghost is very interested, to put it mildly. can't seem to stop re-watching your debut video that was released a week ago. it's always the same premise. black leather couch casting. nice little bird in a modest dress or shirt and jeans who gets undressed because the "director" has to take in measurements and the like, only to end up getting railed from the back with their pretty face pressed into the cushion.

it's a thing male viewers like. they love to watch a professional break in the new girl. he, though, not so much. he doesn't go for the new girls. doesn't like to be the one to test the limit like others do. (big cock anal on their debut? ghost finds it a bit much.) he hears one tiny gasped ouch and he's not finishing the shoot.

no, what gets him going is the enjoyment one can get during sex. it's why he ended up in this business in the first place. he likes sex. a lot.

likes to have men, women, young and old alike writhing beneath him gasping his (stage) name due to the pleasure and not because a script said to. and the benefits of working in the porn industry means that he gets paid doing what he likes, and can stay safe while doing so.

this is where you come in. the only reason he'd sat down to watch your video at all is because you'd been given a contract by the same company he is under. he's bound to come across you at a later date, might as well learn what he'll be eventually working with.

and he's hooked. whatever initial nervousness you might've had at the very beginning (because this is your very first professional shoot, of course) bleeds from your shoulders once price, the lucky bloke, gets his hands on you. you're a bloody natural.

and you enjoy it. there's no faking the way your nails bite into price's scalp when he licks at your pussy through your thin knickers. you gently wrap your hand around his fingers that's rolling your hardened nipple, giving it a gentle squeeze. he's doing it too rough. you buck your hips into his face, riding it even though you're the one on your back.

ps!ghost has to swallow the mouthful of saliva when he notices strings of creamy white sticking to price's body hair, a frothy ring around the root. the best part of all of this, is that you're giving as good as you take. you're no passive participant. you could, under price's big bulk, just get folded in half and do nothing other than feel the sweet burn of his cock stretch you, turn you inside out.

but you don't. you know exactly what you like and how you like it. you look for your orgasm, make sure it happens under your manicured fingers or price's thick ones. you don't let him be too rough on you nor too gentle.

simon loves it. you're new to this. you could've just accepted what he gave you without so much as a peep of complaint and gone home to soak in an epsom salt bath. but you didn't. you didn't let him pinch your sensitive clit, didn't let him mindlessly claim a fistful of hair.

but you did open your pretty mouth so he could spit in it (fucking lovely, it was) and let him keep your soft hips in the air as john's pace turned frantic and the best of all (in his very biased opinion) you crossed your ankles around his waist to keep him there as he fucked you full of his come.

(had simon been there, he would've begged for a taste if he had to.)

he feels a bit desperate, after. can't get you out of his head. the thought of your slick pussy hot around his cock is what gets him to finish at times. the other times, it's your video. he swears he's found his equal (sorry, soap) one that'll forget that he's supposed to be putting on a show for the viewers.

sorry price, he's about to unfuck him out of your pussy until all it'll ever remember is simon.

(what he doesn't understand is that he's about to forget more than the viewers. why is price watching yall again? it's almost intimate the way you let him fuck you on a creaky mattress. he's drunk on the smell of you, your hair, your cunt. lost all thought when his fat cock slid with relative ease into your wet heat and all he'd done was let you make yourself come on his fingers and tongue as many times as you'd pleased. you'd latched onto his neck, maybe out of habit or whatever, it doesn't matter. he'll be telling the makeup artists to leave the bites you left. he earned every single one. and where he usually pulls out because it's easier to clean up for everyone? you'll not be wasting a single drop. it appears he has a lot bit of a breeding kink.)

[chaneilkular]

CHANEIL KULAR as Anwar Bakshi Sex Education 2x06

[bked0n-lorazepam]

"Sweltering"

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Summary (Smut): Y/N and Patrick are placed as partners on their senior camp trip for Derry high-school. Regrets are thought after Patrick convinced her to place their tent further away from the others, and when their fans die in the middle of the night in the awful Derry heat.

Warnings: Vulgar language, dubious consent, fingering, cunnilingus, nipple play, camping, in a tent. Patrick and Reader are 18 and seniors!

A/N: Sorry guys, motivation kind of went out the window for my WIP's and I can't think when I try to write them, so here's this apology while I wait for my writer's block to end!

Smut under the cut!!

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It was dark out, and hot. The Derry highschool had a camp field trip that only the seniors could go on as a ‘going away’ event for their graduation. Y/N and Patrick were partnered together, much to each other’s distaste.

There was an odd amount of people on the trip, and when Y/N was told that the other student was going to join her group of three and that she’d have to be with Patrick, she groaned.

–

“Do I have to? What have I done to deserve this?” She begged her councilor to change the groups.

“Ms. L/N, you’re the perfect student, and he isn’t. We’re hoping that maybe while on this trip, you can influence him in some kind of way. Please, you can still hang out with your past group, you just need to stick with him as well.” Her councilor begged her back, hope shining in his eyes. 

All the teachers at the highschool knew that Patrick wasn’t the greatest student, so they always paired her and him together when they could. Projects and presentations, hell, they even made her his tutor. She hated how much time out of her life he took up, and he hated how much of his she took up.

“Fucking, fine. Whatever.” Y/N sighed dramatically and walked away to talk to her friends.

She heard a faint ‘language’ from her councilor before getting pulled aside and directed the other way.

“So, we’re buddies again. Huh, toots?” Patrick grinned and put his hand on her waist while walking her towards their assigned bus. 

“Guess so,” Y/N rolled her eyes at the nickname he gave her when they met, and pulled his hand that was slowly moving to her ass off of her. “Don’t fuck this trip up.” 

“I’ll think about it.”

–

Patrick did not, in fact, think about it.

He somehow convinced her to set up their tent further away from the others, and the fans that they were given on the bus had died. They were both sweating and kicked off their blankets, and now they laid on their sleeping bags. 

“I hate you.” Y/N panted, using the safety folder as a fan. She was wearing a dark green tank top and sweatpants on, and she was sweltering. 

“Mutual feelings.” Patrick responded, laying on his back with his arms behind his head. He took his shirt off and was wearing his black boxers, even though Y/N complained about him taking off his pants.

She knew she couldn’t say much, though, having taken off her bra earlier in the night because of how uncomfortable it was. She also knew that he was staring at her breasts half the time, but she didn’t bring it up. He’d do it if she had a sweater on, too.

Y/N stopped fanning herself for a moment and stared at the wall of the tent in front of her, and Patrick looked over at her.

“What?”

“Don’t get any ideas.” She set down the folder and stood up as he stared at her, watching her every movement.

She glanced at him and caught his eyes before looking away quickly and reaching her fingers into her waistband. Pulling off her pants, she stood there in her black lace panties, bare to Patrick’s eyes.

“Thought you were gonna get some?” Patrick snickered at her fancy underwear as she sat down and scoffed.

“Yeah, from Taylor.” She smiled sarcastically and fanned herself with the folder again, sighing in relief at the difference her lack of clothing made.

She’ll admit, she was hoping that she’d end up getting a tent with Taylor because she thought he was hot, but now she was stuck with Patrick. Who was kind of attractive.

But also really attractive.

Patrick hummed and watched her again before a large grin grew on his face. He sat up from his sleeping bag and crawled over to her when she closed her eyes, and he covered her mouth with his hand when she yelped in surprise. 

“Patrick, what the fuck!” She hissed quietly to not wake the other campers.

“Shut up and enjoy this.” He sneered and slid his hands up and down her body.

Y/N gasped and grabbed his shoulders when his hands cupped her breasts and played with her nipples. She’d had sex before, but they were all asses who never thought of foreplay, so naturally, she was sensitive.

He smiled at her reactions and continued to pinch them, leaning in to kiss her neck when she threw her head back and moaned. He kissed and nipped all over her neck, leaving bruises wherever his lips touched.

She bucked her hips up into his when he found her sweet spot, and she wrapped her fingers in his hair while he sucked at it.

“Patrick, stop. We shouldn’t be doing this.” Y/N panted heavily. She didn’t want him to stop at all, but she held onto a small sense of her dignity.

They shouldn’t be doing this with the other students just a couple yards away from them, but she also knew that Patrick didn’t care.

All he did was move further down her neck and kiss her collarbone before lifting her shirt over her breasts and attaching his lips to them.

She moaned, loudly, and reached a hand up to cover her mouth. Patrick laughed and sucked all over her smooth skin, his hands now moving down her hips, to the waistband of her underwear.

“Fuck, stop. We can’t do this.” Even though her brain said one thing, her body said another. She didn’t do anything to stop him, other than tell him to.

She knew he wouldn’t listen, though, so she didn’t know why she was even trying.

His hands ghosted over her underwear to the inside of her thighs, and he rubbed the soft flesh. He pinched her and she whined, him smiling once again. 

Patrick slowly moved his hand up to where she wanted him most, and he ran a finger up her groin as she thrusted her hips towards it.

“Patrick, please.” Y/N didn’t even know what she was begging for, at this point. Whether he stopped or didn’t, it didn’t matter to her anymore. She just wanted to keep feeling good.

His fingers moved her underwear to the side and he ran a finger through her folds once again, detaching himself from her nipple.

He stared her in the eyes and brought the finger to his lips, sucking off the mess she left on them. 

“Patrick, please!”

His fingers moved skillfully and he kissed her, his middle finger plunging into her entrance all the way to his knuckle. She moaned loudly once again, but this time his mouth caught it. He stretched her out, and when he thought she was ready, he put his index finger in with it.

Y/N moved her hips with his fingers, trying to match the speed he was going at. It didn’t help that he was purposely messing up his rhythm so that she couldn’t, and he grinned when she sobbed into his mouth.

“Please, Patrick,” She whimpered, “‘M so close!”

He placed his thumb on her clit and rubbed it in a circular motion, reattaching himself to her nipple. “Go ahead.”

She cried out and clenched around his fingers, her hips finally being able to match his speed and rhythm. He let her ride out her high before he took his fingers away and moved down, licking up what was left on his fingers and her cunt.

When he was done, he sucked at her clit harshly, and she cursed out and tugged his hair away from her.

He sat up and wiped away what was on his chin, sucked at her sternum until he left a hickey, and pulled her shirt down.

Patrick palmed at his boxers and then kissed her before rolling over next to her, reassuming his position with his arm behind his head. 

“When I wake up, I expect to see you with my dick down your throat.” He told her, closing his eyes and getting comfortable.

“Yeah. M’kay, I guess.”

[g-xix]

🔞Wet Dreamz | Sharky

Summary: Lazy Sunday morning, waking up within Sharky's arms and realising he's dreaming about you, by the way you can feel him thrusting between your legs. Good thing it's a Sunday morning, and the two of you have plenty of time to live it out with one another...

CWs: Kinda somnophilia, lazy sex, spoon sex, hickeys, lots of boob play, unprotected sex, wet dream, grinding, belly bulge, soft sex

Wordcount: 2k words

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Waking up to Sharky rutting his length between your legs wasn't exactly what you'd expected upon waking up - and turning around groggily to see what antics Sharky was trying to pull - his eyes were closed and lips slightly parted. Clearly asleep. It wasn't how you'd expected to wake up for sure, but it would be undeniable to say that the way Sharky's head nudged your clit wasn't building arousal between your legs at the feeling of him repeatedly brushing over that bundle of nerves.

"Sharks," You mumbled, pushing your hips back to bump his body into consciousness, before reaching behind to find his hand and squeeze that slightly, to try get some sort of reaction.

A little whine left Sharky's lips, his thrusts slowing to a stop, signifying his awakening.

"Baby, you'll never believe, I was just dreaming 'bout you..." His first words came out, husky and lower with his morning voice that made your heart warm at the sexiness of it. The irony of his words didn't fail to make you giggle, responding with a smile.

"Yeah, what were you dreaming about?"

"Well, we'd just gone on honeymoon... And we were in Tokyo - like we said we'd do - and the place was gorgeous... You know, balcony and private pool and we were watching the sunset from our bed - because there were glass windows, and..."

"Let me guess," You started as Sharky began trailing off. "We were fucking?"

"How'd you guess?" Sharky murmured, his sleepiness evident in the yawn his gave.

"Well, you were sorta.... thrusting."

Sharky choked, coughing on his own breath at those words, making you laugh at his own shock at his actions - followed by a frantic flurry of fragmented apologies. 

"Oh baby, it's fine, I was worried initially but... I don't know, I guess we all have those dreams sometimes," You had turned around to console him, pressing a chaste little kiss to Sharky's lips to calm him, though you felt Sharky's erection brush your lower stomach as you leaned in, and Sharky clearly felt it too, as he let out a low groan at the momentary contact. 

His hands found your waist, exposed from your shirt that had ridden up, plaid bottoms an old pair of Sharky's own which you'd opted for instead of your own. The arousal that'd built between your legs was almost begging for some type of stimulation, and the lazy Sunday with no plans booked felt compliant with your plans to have Sharky inside you before breakfast got there. But the cosiness of the bed's thick duvet which covered you, blanketing you in a thick layer of your own heat told you to stay right where you were- rather than shuffling to disrupt the duvet warmth and have sex with Sharks.

"Mhhmff- Sharks- I'm too comfy to do anything..." You whined, further proving your point by curling slightly, into a stretched foetal position. 

"That's fine, Amore," Sharky's deepened voice with the slight accent, gravelly in a way you could tell he was used to try and persuade you. And much to your dismay, you were undeniably seduced.

A short squeal left your lips as Sharky's hand on your hip pushed you- not to shove you - rather to roll you onto your back, hitting the mattress flat and barely getting a moment to come to your senses before Sharky had attached to your neck, his tongue licking a long stripe up from your collarbone to the soft skin below your jaw, pushing harder as he went from muscle to soft spot between your jaw and ear, pressing the lightest kiss right there and whispering something unintelligibly hot into your ear before ducking below.

He'd mapped out your body within the back of his mind, not wasting any time in trying to find that sweet spot, attaching his lips to the undeniable dip above your collarbone and sinking his teeth into the skin, making you let out an initial gasp at the sharpness of his canines, pronged tips leaving little markings against your skin as he pulled back with an almost shy smile, just wanting to see that look of surprise on your face. Though he proceeded to soften the bite by creating a suction within those teethmarks, holding until it just began hurting before pulling away with a pop, admiring the darkening mark that formed within the softness of your flesh, soft sighs of pleasure falling from your lips at the feeling.

You could feel his hand trailing up from your side, too, palms encircling the underside of your breast and pushing it upwards, fingers grasping at the pillowy flesh through the thin material of your tank top. His mouth still gently working against the crook of your neck, embellishing you with a myriad of possessive markings, his fingers explored beneath the neckline of your top - reaching and cupping one boob, pulling it out from the fabric and letting it plop back down - his mouth leaving your neck for just a moment as he licked his thumb, letting the slick digit press against your nipple and circle around that darkened skin whilst his fingers groped the rest, your breathing hitching as you could feel your back unintentionally arching away from the mattress and further begging for his touch. 

His mouth scaled down from neck to chest, paralleling his hands which trailed down to the waistband of the pair of bottoms you wore (one of Sharky's, obviously) his mouth wrapping around one bud, hot tongue circling around the peak against before flicking it up and down, making you feel a heavy aching between your legs whilst a gasp and moan simultaneously left your throat, jerking your body forwards slightly from that feeling Sharky gave you - even whilst he detached from your wet nipple with a pop sound from the released suction.

Reaching behind with a shaky hand, you felt his hard cock through his own matching plaid bottoms, the stimulation from stiff cotton against his sensitive tip making him let out something guttural - between a grunt and a groan as his hand snaked around your waist, pushing his cock against your behind so that he could grind against your behind, providing even more satisfying friction that made his mind whir.

You pushed his bottoms down, freeing his cock whilst shimmying your own off, listening to the low breaths Sharky gave as his hand gently ran up and down his shaft, waiting for you to give him the go.

"Shit I'm so lucky to have you," He groans as he sees your exposed core, making you flush as his hand, sat on your hip, manoeuvred you onto your side, facing the opposite way as though you were getting ready to spoon.

But the feeling of Sharky's tip pushing into your pussy, tip stretching the hole as you parted your legs more, neck rolling backwards as you accommodated the stretch, before letting a contented little sigh fall from your smiling lips at the feeling of fulfilment, having Sharky completely filling you, bottomed out.

There was no need to pause and let you adjust to his size, he already knew how accustomed you were to his length, and he didn't plan on going rough regardless - his hands vicing around your hips with a comfortable pressure, moving your body with his own hips to pull out to the tip before pushing back in with little force, letting you bask in that feeling of the stretch.

You closed your eyes, letting your breathing slow slightly whilst your head fell heavily against the pillow - hands slipping between your thighs and dragging that slight between your legs up to your clit with a middle finger, tapping ever so slightly on the bundle of nerves and sighing at the feeling of satisfaction.

The stretch and the euphoria that came from the double stimulation alongside your clit also - it was like waking up in Summer - pulling the duvet back and spreading your limbs, comfortable from waking up as you realise the sun's warmed the room and it's just as cosy outside the bed as it was within it.

You let yourself lean backwards, Sharky's body curling into yours as his face came close to your shoulder, delicately pressing a kiss over the smooth skin whilst his hand rubbed over your hips, feeling the gentle dip and the peachy softness of your skin, his own hips pulling back before pushing forwards so that to two of you were completely flush. The rush of morning air that enveloped your back as Sharky pulled away and disturbed the blankets almost made you want to just roll him over - push his back down flat with you on top - your chest pressed against his - just lie on him with his length inside you, cuddle and cockwarm instead of doing anything really. 

But the feeling as Sharky's hand dipped past your hips and replaced your hand on your clit - dragging your slick up from your core and circling the sensitive bud - rendered you completely wordless, a high, breathy noise slipping from your throat before you could catch it.

Sharky groaned into your shoulder, his teeth scraping over the place he'd kissed - teeth sinking in and biting your shoulder gently as a small sign of affection, his pronged canines sharp against the softness and giving you that fraction of pain which only made you feel your heartbeat in your heat.

You pushed your own hips back into Sharky's, the light motion causing agitation within the duvet above you - yet you couldn't even care, the feeling of Sharky's length kissing the tip of your cervix drove you wild, and only made you stretch your back out more, Sharky's own hand trailing up to your breasts to grab a handful of your tits, almost using them as a vice to manage his thrusts back and forth.

You could feel a warmth spreading from your fingertips down, and felt your orgasm coming - the fluttering of your pussy around Sharky's cock making him groan and notifying him of your pending orgasm which he mumbled "So close my love, me too-"

And the action of Sharky's hand tracing down your front, down from your tits, down your ribcage - until it sat on your belly - pushing his palm flat against your stomach with just enough pressure that you could feel his cock hitting the inside of your stomach, and so could his hand-

Neither of you could contain yourself - your back arching and thighs shaking as you felt euphoria course through your body, a warm spread of pleasure rushing through every single vein and artery in your being, filling you with lightness and bliss - whilst Sharky filled you with his cock in one last thrust, climaxing inside of you and letting you feel that warm rush that filled your pussy, before he pulled out - letting out a deep sigh of fulfilment.

You turned a half-turn, lying on your back - chest up - staring at the ceiling with limbs splayed in all directions. Like a starfish.

You peeled the duvet back a little further, feeling the golden morning rays that shone through the window gracing over your skin. You felt as though your whole body was glowing, and Sharky pressed a kiss to your shoulder, you could tell he felt the same.

"We should do this more often," You let a deep, fulfilled sigh fall from your lips, lips curled into a smile as Sharky's arm snaked around your shoulders, pulling your naked body close into his own, absolutely loving his first sight in the morning being simply you.

"You think?" Sharky quirked a brow up, running his tongue over his canines with a devious grin. "'Cause I could sure get used to waking up n fucking you first thing-"

"Well, c'mon, maybe not every day," You rolled your eyes, curling into Sharky's chest and letting him roll over so that your body lay atop his, enveloped by his arms which wrapped around your waist tenderly.

"Mhmm I can work with that," Sharky pressed a kiss to your lips, pulling away and mumbling with a blissful smile- "To be honest, being able to wake up next to you is enough of a blessing in itself."

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[dearabsolutelynoone]

Charlotte and George’s “hate” sex montage >>> the air in my lungs

[that-ineffable-devil]

Lol When Edwin shows back up after his first one-on-one with the Cat King and is like "I was only gone a few moments" and Charles is like "you were gone for hours" no wonder he was so suspicious the rest of the season.

But also, what would have happened if Edwin DID agree to the Cat King's original bargain. He...gets frisky with the Cat King...gets dropped back in and Charles is just sat there, crying, because he used up his anger days ago thinking Edwin was gone forever. The "palace" has been fully trashed by a now-broken cricket bat. Edwin's about to ask Charles what's going on and from behind him, Crystal gasps and drops her breakfast. Charles looks up and doesn't believe what he's seeing.

"Where have you been?" he whispers.

"I...I was only gone a few hours...what...what happened here?"

"Edwin...you've been gone for weeks."

[deinocheirus]

Before he became “cutesy”, Cowparsley was a notorious raider and otherwise pest to several small villages. Cow claims he was a mean drake back then, but became redeemed through the power of friendship and rescuing a human girl from downing in a river. Since then Cow’s appearance has become far more uh..marketable. The humans now love him (and the tourism he brings) and Cow now sleeps on a hoard of his own merchandise.

Most of his fellow dragon however prefer “Mean cow” and find the new cutesy cow to be rather smug

[ilynpilled]

jaime turning women down constantly more bc he is very monogamous and in love with someone else right now for the first time and is also kinda scared of actually having sex with someone other than cersei is sm better to me than “i respect the kg vows of chastity so intensely rn actually because i changed into a good and serious person” or whatever lol

[fuckyeahchinesefashion]

OP: Check out. The fully-sexual charged cinematic movement design.

Cnetizens: How did the director come up with the idea to have him kneel on a playing card, adding so much aesthetic energy, is that some kind of genius?

[allgremlinart]

"Suyin is Sokka's kid" "oh xyz is Sokka's kid" WELL MAYBE HE USED PROTECTION !! huh ever theorized that ??