#Switch (episode)

[egophiliac]

bring your son to work day

[andi-o-geyser]

fym “PROBLEMATIC” the only problem is going to be you trying to walk tomorrow. go get pegged

[whoops-ahaha]

This image but it's Powder and Ekko

[madootles]

jon sims losing his mind in seasons two and three <333

the magnus archives has me in a serious chokehold right now

[seishiroses]

My scared little princess:

My scary little princess:

THE DUALITY MAKES ME INSANE

(BSM cover clean up and redraw by @FinnDDg on twt)

[wigglebox]

Destiel Pride - Day 2; Love in his eyes

[bamboozled-distress]

wait😭😭😭 why are wrightworth sillier in the subbed anime versus the dubbed like when larry confessed to stealing his lunch money bc in the subbed it goes

buuuuuut in the dubbed it’s like

“What! It took you this long to confess to it?!” - pheonix

“Cmon man you’re a defence lawyer so at least give me the benefit of the doubt” - larry

“well now i wish i was a prosecutor, at least then I could throw your sorry butt in jail.” - pheonix

“Please edgey boy, you gotta be my defence lawyer” - larry

“That’s not my job” - edgeworth

“Alright guys, break it up okay” - gumshoe

**pheonix saying you’re the victim, why would you defend the culprit, and being outrageously mad about it doesn’t even make it to the dubbed??**

[ratmonky]

Business Strategy

warnings: manipulation

word count: 1k

ao3 link

Some people needed attention, some people needed love and Gods needed to be worshipped. 

"You have been trending on almost every visual media and as a podcast topic. How does it feel to be worshipped by everyone?"

Everyone but you.

You look down at him as you sit on your desk with your legs crossed, an unnoticeable smile on your lips. The tip of his cock is glistening with precum that drips on the polished floor. He is impatiently rubbing himself while staring up at you, eyes like a puppy's, begging for you to continue.

"Good work today, John," you praise him, your smile getting wider as his hand around his hand gets faster. "If you manage to spend a single day without any casualties I might even pat your head and rest it on my lap."

He nods with his eyes wide, staring at your bottom as his mouth opens. You don’t scold or comment on him for using his X-ray vision. He has been working hard lately to make you so proud. Precious John. He wakes up every day to make his pretty boss happy and sits by her desk like an obedient dog, waiting to be rewarded.

His gloved hand moves hastily around his cock, it makes a squeaky sound with each stroke. It brings you out of your thoughts.

You continue to smile, watching him pathetically jerk off on another work day after giving his report of the day. You wonder what he is thinking about right now. A scenario where he sucks on your tits while he has his head on your lap and lets you jerk him off? Or getting fed up with your strange power over him and bending you over the desk right now? He would rip your tights and pull up your skirt, humping you aimlessly until his cock finally slid inside. Wouldn't that feel good? You wonder if he had it in him to even pull something risky like that but he would never risk upsetting you. 

Good little John. 

Begging to be yours.

You decide you want to reward him after the intense feeling of heat building inside your core, making your legs tremble and pussy leak. 

"I'll let you do whatever," you say softly, lifting his chin with the front part of your heels. His eyes are on you, clouded from lust. "Just tell me what you want, John." 

There is a smile on his face. "I want to eat your pussy," he says after clearing his throat. Nonetheless, his tone is pathetic and desperate, he cannot hide the excited expression on his face like he has been waiting for this moment all his life.

With grace, you spread your legs and let him rip your tights in the middle. He pulls you closer to the edge of the desk and slides your panties to the side. He doesn't bother lifting your skirt and shoves his face in your crotch while proceeding to pump his cock.

The feeling of his hot and wet tongue against your folds feels heavenly after a long day of work. You tilt your head up and close your eyes to focus on how he moves his tongue. He kisses your pussy slowly, nose touching your clit. He slides his tongue inside you in an attempt to taste you and quickly decides against it to focus on pleasing you. His hand on your thigh squeezes the flesh and he tries to imagine how your ass would feel like on his cock when you finally would let him fuck you. He moves to your clit, lapping at your sweet spot and drawing tight circles that get smaller and smaller. 

You don’t want to admit it but it feels so good, you try to curl your toes but you don’t have enough space in your heels to do so, you let your legs rest on his shoulders. He keeps moving in a way that mimics fucking you and you find yourself imagining going against your own rule and letting him ravish you like he has been always dreaming about. 

As he gets close to his orgasm he loses the rhythm of his tongue and basically moves his head up and down as if he were nodding with his tongue rubbing wildly against your pussy. Your hands grip the desk harder and you let out a quiet moan. He laps at your cunt like a fucking dog and it just works. You feel the rush of an orgasm wash over you and your legs shake as he groans and cums with you. He groans and goes frigid for a second before letting himself sit on the floor to rest. 

There is a short moment before you jump down from the desk to fix your clothing and he follows your lead and gets up to fix himself as you return to your seat this time. 

"I expect another great day from you tomorrow, John," you say while starting to type on the keyboard of your laptop. 

"Yes, sure," he chuckles. "I'll see you tomorrow morning."

"Night," you correct him, his smile disappears as you inform him about tomorrow. "I'll be taking care of A-Train in the morning. Noir has a short meeting with me in the afternoon and well, Deep has been waiting for weeks to have a meeting, I'll take him in the evening."

He frowns, his eyes losing any sign of life in them.

You sigh and roll your eyes. "I'll see you tomorrow night at my house, hmm?" You watch another grin creep up on his face, "Don't get any ideas unless you plan to do something that'll raise our profits by 30%."

He grins all the same, "Well, I'll see you tomorrow then." Then he leaves unwillingly because he knows you're having a meeting with sponsors in an hour. 

The next day, you wake up to the news of Homelander selling his official Vought merch in front of the tower and giving interviews about his new show that will air only on Vought+.

[bre4yd]

BAM!

[sapphicmuppet]

feeling very very emotional over Buddy dawn rn. A kid who despite not liking Kristen or the Bad Kids, still volunteered to revive them during the last stand. A kid with complete trust in his religion and peers, who died alone by being slashed in the throat before he could realize what was happening, by someone he trusted. People he trusted hiding behind lies and hurting people and killing him in the process (Bobby, kipperlilly). “Helio wouldn’t have let that happen”. Kristen who died on the first day of school, with no intervening miracle. Buddy who was completely devoted to his god and was brutally murdered by his friend, no time left for saving throws. Buddy who is a complete reflection of who Kristen was and who she would continue being if she never questioned her religion. Helio who didn’t intervene when she died, and was only spared because of people she met hours ago, Buddy dying without any miracle or saving throw, by someone he had been led to trust for months. someone hold me actually.

[riickgrimes]

"The key thing was of course, the fact that Rick has PTSD and that's very much what's driving a lot of his behavior and being in a place of that level of vulnerability, back with the love of his life in that way.

It's also the thing he fears, the loss of her. It manifests itself in a way that is visceral and leads to the lovemaking not just being about love, but the revealing of pain and trauma and fear. That informs Michonne, that she can't just blast him into making sense. There's something deeper going on here that he can't verbalize. She has to help him get through in a different way. So she gets to see him, as well, as he reveals what's really in there, the wound. That's going to happen most likely in that most vulnerable space." — Danai Gurira

"Yeah, I think it is about pain. As Danai just said, it's about him wanting her and then fearing what he's about to unlock again. He gets to sort of articulate it in the scene further in the episode, when he gets to say that, 'I can't do this again. I haven't got the capacity to do this again. I've worked out how to die and live again.' So it is an absolutely necessary scene that allows Michonne to realize that there's something really broken here, more broken than she's ever anticipated. [...]

So the scene was about a real intimacy, a sort of frightening intimacy. This is a part of his personality he has shut down. It's almost like he's trying to stop himself from feeling this love again. She sees that and she just says, 'Just trust. We're back. We're the same...' I find it very moving. I think it's a very, very moving scene, because it's about them connecting in a way that he's had to deny for seven years. He's denied that connection for the sake of living on in this half life for the CRM" — Andrew Lincoln

Andrew Lincoln and Danai Gurira Discuss Episode 4 of The Walking Dead: The Ones Who Live

[egophiliac]

ENG PLAYERS I BESEECH YOU

I have been informed that you guys are getting part 4 of episode 7 tomorrow, which means we are FINALLY going to get the official romanization of Revaan's name, somebody please tell me because I need to know what it is.

like, yes, it's probably just Revan/Levan, but look, I'm sitting here with my finger over the button of all these Laverne and Shirley jokes and just waiting for the opportunity to deploy them --

[usertoxicyaoi]

"I'm not here today to do serious birdwatching with you. I came to discover what you enjoyed doing. I came just for that. Despite unexpected things, if today ends well, it would have been fun."

TAKARA NO VIDRO (2024). EPISODE EIGHT.

[angelyuji]

bumpin' that!

hey guys still writing for kinktober and this fic isn't a part of it but episode 4 inspired me. fuck you carmine falcone im glad riddler killed your bitch ass FUCK ANYONE THAT FUCKS WITH SOFIA IM SO SERIOUS. anyway cristin milioti if ur reading this pls marry me.

sofia falcone x f!reader (spoilers ahead for episode 4)

her hands were in your hair and her lips were soft against yours. sitting on her bed, her hands pulling you close. "sofia..." her name falls from your lips in a whisper, she bites your lip with a small smile.

"shhh, don't let anyone hear you, baby." she moves down to your neck, leaving small kisses down to your collarbone. you can hear yourself breathelessly whimper at her touch. a knock at the door forces you both apart.

alberto laughs at the two of you, "you two bumpin’ purses?”

you roll your eyes and sofia launches a pillow at his head that he unfortunately dodges, “what’d you want, al?”

“pop’s looking for you, something about the foundation.” he waves a hand, clearly not having listened to carmine. sofia frowns.

you look at her, noticing the change in her mood, “what’s wrong?” you hold her hand, worried. she smiles and brings your hand to her lips, pressing a small kiss.

“everything’s fine. don’t worry.” she waves her brother over, “alberto, can you ask oz to take (y/n) home?” he rolls his eyes, but nods. she stands and brushes her dress down. she helps you up and presses a kiss to your lips. “i love you.” she whispers and rests her forehead against yours.

you look into her beautiful eyes with a small smile, “i love you more.” the two of you part and alberto walks you out.

“hey penguin, can you take (y/n) home?” he calls out to oswald, who was standing outside smoking a cigarette. he grits his teeth at the nickname, you smack alberto’s arm and glare, he mockingly winces before giving you a hug and a kiss on the head. “get home safe, sofia’ll lose her shit if you get hurt.” you smile and nod before getting in the car.

as oswald drives you back, you look back to the mansion, “something feels off, oz…” you turn and place a hand on his shoulder, “look after sofia for me, please?”

oswald chuckles and nods, “sure, doll. i’ll look after her.”

sofia takes a sip from her glass, her eyes falling to you as she speaks to carla. you see her looking and start to walk over. "sofia." oswald's voice turns her around.

"oz! what are you doing inside?" she looks at him confused before reaching out to brush his coat, "is that a new jacket?" oswald's face twists before smoothing into a smile.

"your father's asking for you and (y/n)." sofia feels your warm arm wrap around her waist, but she feels her blood run cold. she feels herself nodding and you pulling her to his office.

"sofia. (y/n)." oswald closes the door behind the two of you and she sees her father gesture to you to move aside. she tries to reach out to you, but you were too far away. "a reporter, sofia?" she can feel herself trying hard to defend herself, but he just shakes his head. "do you believe them? do you believe that-"

"no! no, dad, i-i know that t-the scratches on your hand, it couldn't be from..." sofia freezes as her father's knuckle brushes her face.

"my sweet sofia..." he looks heartbroken as he stares at her. he looks away and walks to the door. he opens it slightly to talk to oswald, waiting outside, "oswald, take sofia home. she's not feeling like herself." sofia looks over to you, who was frozen in place. she reaches out her hand for yours, but her father stops you from taking it. "i need to talk to (y/n). i'll make sure she gets home safe." he walks over and places a hand on your shoulder, she watches you tense. "go home, sofia. now." you smile and reassure her with a nod. sofia clenches her fists before relaxing.

"i'll call you when i get home." she smiles softly, "i love you..."

you blow her a kiss, "i love you more." her face was twisted with worry, but she leaves for the car.

"i truly did like you, (y/n)." you couldn't tell what emotions were going through his face as he stood in front of you, "you were good for my daughter, good to alberto, a good look for the family." carmine sighs. "it's truly unfortunate that sofia must be punished." you take a step back.

"wha-" carmine's hands wrap around your thoat and the panic kicks in. "s-sof-" you try to scream, but the words get trapped in your throat as his hands tighten. "pl-plea-carm-" you choke out as much as you can as the air left in you starts to leave. your vision starts to blur as black spots dance across your vision, tears stream down your face. all you could think of was her, your beautiful sofia. your sofia...

"sofia falcone, you're under arrest for the murder of eight women." kenzie slams her against the roof of the car. she could hear oswald yelling.

"what the hell? let me go! i didn't-" she struggles as they place the handcuffs on her.

"for the murder of summer gleeson, (y/n) (l/n), yolanda jones-" kenzie continues as he pushes her into the car.

"what? (y/n)? no! NO! SHE'S ALIVE. NO NO NO NO PLEASE DON'T DO THIS TO ME." sofia screams as reality sets in. she slams her hands against the glass, sobbing, her father truly is punishing her.

[h0rsegirlpercy]

Behold

[tinukis]

not only is he shaking, but you can hear how scarred he was in his voice. while he did succeed in his mission, there were still things he 'failed' during it even though there wasn't a choice. plus, he saw imu and barely escaped the gorosei. he is shaken up by that day

and not to make things worse or anything... (as i think about this a lot and did mention it before...) imagine sabo checking luffy's vivre card and helplessly watching it burn away. when he swore- /vowed/ to be by his brother's side no matter where he was. but all is good cause luffy's alive !!

still, despite the mission's success, he couldn't do what he wanted. he couldn't save cobra and he watched lulusia disappear. he's badly injured yet when he returned, he smiles and laughs as he is happily welcomed in arms.

and mind you, sabo Is an emotional person. he was raging when he saw kuma's state during the start of reverie. and as i looked back at chapter 1085, he screams out cobra's name as he watches him die...

imagine how sabo feels in that very moment. how he feels watching someone he wanted to save die in front of him. even though cobra told him not to, sabo tried anyway but couldnt. like how he couldnt protect his brothers because he didnt remember them until it was too late