#THIS IS SO GOOD!!!

[shinypokemonshowdown]

Not propaganda, but wherever your vote lies, Peppy is proud of you :>

I love you so much Peppy

[lipglossanon]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Leon S. Kennedy/Reader, Leon S. Kennedy/You, Leon S. Kennedy/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Leon S. Kennedy, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: straight up smut, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Age Difference, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Loss of Virginity, Cunnilingus, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Shameless Smut, Barebacking, Pregnancy Kink, Unprotected Sex, Creampie Summary:

You are eighteen years old and recently graduated from high school. Your father works for the DSO alongside Leon Kennedy who you've been crushing on since you first laid eyes on him at sixteen. You had to hide it though. He's quite a bit older than you. Now that you're of age, you're starting to run wild with fantasies about him and since he lives next door, it might be easier than you think to seduce him. A unique opportunity presents to you. When your parents are both out of the house for a week, you decide to take your shot and go to Leon's house.

[jesstasticvoyage]

Find post here!

[bg-brainrot]

Ok this is a completely unhinged ask but it popped up in my head and won’t let me go after rereading your fake marriage AU (so really sorry if you don’t like these kinds of asks but I thought you would be the perfect author to execute something like this. Feel free to tell me off):

Would you ever consider writing a one-shot where Tav tries to propose to Astarion but keeps failing multiple times (because let’s face it, Astarion is a chaos gremlin and something always happens right before the proposal). But Tav doesn’t give up and raises the stakes higher and higher (and of course drags the rest of the companions into their increasingly crazy/grand plans).

Astarion will completely remain oblivious because he still has some self esteem issues (why would anyone want to marry him?) and is really confused why Tav is acting nervous around him. (“Are you committing a crime behind my back? Listen, I want in.”)

This idea has me in a chokehold and I had to share. SORRY!!! I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!

My goodness, please do NOT apologize for this amazing ask!!

It's so funny and I can imagine it too clearly. Astarion would sneak up on Tav, who's sneaking in the bushes, waiting to ambush him. Wait with them for a few minutes, then ask, "Darling, what are you doing?"

I would absolutely consider doing this one-shot heheh, adding it to my list (this would have been such a cute Valentine's one, but maybe I can swing it shortly after 👀).

THANK YOU ANON!! <3

[gothgril69]

i'm finally going to be put on a regular schedule at work where i'll have three days off in a row now that i'm a lead and i'm so fucking happy about it so i can actually sleep and write a lot and have energy!!!!!!!!!!

[raedroid]

DURAN DURAN’S NEW SONG IS SO FREAKING GOOD! HOLY SHIT!

[itsscaredycat]

so ok yeah fine i watched gravity falls again and read the book of bill

[macdenlover]

it came to my realization that 99% of my fandom related headaches would be cured if everyone understood this

[its-arson-time]

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[oysters-aint-for-me]

!!!!!

(tags via @tinyglowingsharks )

i love how the narrators of the locked tomb series are like:

gideon: is not paying attention

harrowhark: has brain damage

nona: was born six months ago

we love variety in our unreliable narrators

[3liza]

https://nationalpost.com/news/canada/theyre-not-human-how-19th-century-inuit-coped-with-a-real-life-invasion-of-the-walking-dead

Indigenous groups across the Americas had all encountered Europeans differently. But where other coastal groups such as the Haida or the Mi’kmaq had met white men who were well-fed and well-dressed, the Inuit frequently encountered their future colonizers as small parties on the edge of death.

“I’m sure it terrified people,” said Eber, 91, speaking to the National Post by phone from her Toronto home.

And it’s why, as many as six generations after the events of the Franklin Expedition, Eber was meeting Inuit still raised on stories of the two giant ships that came to the Arctic and discharged columns of death onto the ice.

Inuit nomads had come across streams of men that “didn’t seem to be right.” Maddened by scurvy, botulism or desperation, they were raving in a language the Inuit couldn’t understand. In one case, hunters came across two Franklin Expedition survivors who had been sleeping for days in the hollowed-out corpses of seals.

“They were unrecognizable they were so dirty,” Lena Kingmiatook, a resident of Taloyoak, told Eber.

Mark Tootiak, a stepson of Nicholas Qayutinuaq, related a story to Eber of a group of Inuit who had an early encounter with a small and “hairy” group of Franklin Expedition men evacuating south.

“Later … these Inuit heard that people had seen more white people, a lot more white people, dying,” he said. “They were seen carrying human meat.”

Even Eber’s translator, the late Tommy Anguttitauruq, recounted a goose hunting trip in which he had stumbled upon a Franklin Expedition skeleton still carrying a clay pipe.

By 1850, coves and beaches around King William Island were littered with the disturbing remnants of their advance: Scraps of clothing and camps still littered with their dead occupants. Decades later, researchers would confirm the Inuit accounts of cannibalism when they found bleached human bones with their flesh hacked clean.

“I’ve never in all my life seen any kind of spirit — I’ve heard the sounds they make, but I’ve never seen them with my own eyes,” said the old man who had gone out to investigate the Franklin survivors who had straggled into his camp that day on King William Island.

The figures’ skin was cold but it was not “cold as a fish,” concluded the man. Therefore, he reasoned, they were probably alive.

“They were beings but not Inuit,” he said, according to the account by shaman Nicholas Qayutinuaq.

The figures were too weak to be dangerous, so Inuit women tried to comfort the strangers by inviting them into their igloo.

But close contact only increased their alienness: The men were timid, untalkative and — despite their obvious starvation — they refused to eat.

The men spit out pieces of cooked seal offered to them. They rejected offers of soup. They grabbed jealous hold of their belongings when the Inuit offered to trade.

When the Inuit men returned to the camp from their hunt, they constructed an igloo for the strangers, built them a fire and even outfitted the shelter with three whole seals.

Then, after the white men had gone to sleep, the Inuit quickly packed up their belongings and fled by moonlight.

Whether the pale-skinned visitors were qallunaat or “Indians” — the group determined that staying too long around these “strange people” with iron knives could get them all killed.

“That night they got all their belongings together and took off towards the southwest,” Qayutinuaq told Dorothy Eber.

But the true horror of the encounter wouldn’t be revealed until several months later.

The Inuit had left in such a hurry that they had abandoned several belongings. When a small party went back to the camp to retrieve them, they found an igloo filled with corpses.

The seals were untouched. Instead, the men had eaten each other.

[sanguinifex]

You gotta read and watch some old books and films that aren’t 100% modern politically correct. I’m not saying you should agree with everything in them but you need to learn where genres came from to understand what those genres are doing today and where media deconstructing old tropes is coming from.

Also, more often than you might think, they’re not actually promoting bigotry so much as “didn’t consider all the implications of something” or just used words that were polite then but considered offensive now.

Kill the censor in your head.

[riacte]

not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing [what would happen between earth and the moon if the earth stopped spinning as illustrated by xkcd randall munroe]

[gorgo4ne]

"Useless ray of goddamn sunshine. You could have taught an old fool like me a lot."

Referenced Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan (1885)