#TOO FUCKING GOOD

[ssasides205]

the exclusion of Leo in full group fanarts in precense of the inclusion of will. send tweet

yes

like, once you notice you never stop noticing

like, I like to think it's unconscious, unintended, but when the tendency is that common, one starts to wonder

like, the more I think abt it the more I wanna point it out

bc, it's weirdly poignant, isn't it, that Leo's the one being traded away, the one being left out

'cause on one hand, it's the fandom doing the same shit everyone in cannon does, which is overlook Leo for others who are "better" or "more interesting", and sleeping on the absolute deus ex machina that Leo Valdez presents, about the uncountable fires he's killed under your faves asses

and on the other hand, I'm raising several eyebrows, I'm wiggling them, I'm making heavily suggestive hmm noises. like, why you switching Leo for will? what does that tell you?

like I'm old enough that the shipping glasses are reserved for specifically tagged content, but this is too easy not to press

just saying.

[koqabear]

did you like more the eng or the korean version of chasing that feeling?

i think korean version :0 there's so many little quirks and specific things that they only do (and can do) with their voices in the korean version, like ugh!! but also hueningkai's specific little twang (?) he does when he sings "i just keep on chasing that feeling" is soooo..... soooo..... soooo.....

but the lyrics for the eng ver are just !!! there are so many kpop songs where the eng version of a song just doesn't land, bc the lyrics just aren't that good, nonsensical, or kinda don't give the same delivery? BUT THIS ONE. MAN. i could see myself listening to both versions interchangeably tbh!

[lightningandfireinmybones]

Have we ever brainstormed a world in which Kingsguard au leads into tower of joy au?

For example:

Aemond joins the kingsguard/ is valaenas sworn shield and just… obsesses? Falls in love, watches her bathe, hears the mediocre sex, saves her from assassinations? They don’t sleep together until he finds her alone and upset because she thinks she’s letting everybody down because she’s not pregnant yet, that Jace is mad at her for the first time ever and she can’t stand that she’s a disappointment.

And aemond just… snaps? Like it goes from soothing her and listening to her to “I don’t think you’re a disappointment” to some VERY I’ll advised and not hidden away sex?

Afterwords valaena shuts down and is like “we can’t do this, I can’t do this” and that leads to him pulling favors and making alliances and getting Otto intrigued in the idea of a coupe and once everyone is in place he abducts her.

Just the implication of Jace not being able to get her pregnant and the year+ later when she’s finally seen again she’s heavily pregnant and aemond is telling everyone it’s not a bastard because they married in the manner of their house unlike her marriage to Jace.

Just like… it works

it works BEAUTIFULLY

Aemond takes his kingsguard vows to stay close to a childhood companion he hasn’t seen in years, what else is a second son going to do???

But seeing her again, seeing the brightness of her waste away in a marriage she doesn’t want, sees Jace in the role he was made for,,, Aemond’s dedication to the job starts to morph into obsession, this sheer conviction that everything Jace has should be his,,, especially Valaena, it starts and ends with her always

His days revolve around her, his life around her

How is he supposed to function, seeing her bathe through the steam of the washroom, hearing her dissatisfied sighs after Jace politely finishes inside of her, the way she only is really free with him when they’re flying in the sky together

It gets worse when the pressure to conceive grows,,, the kingdom is antsy, everyone waiting for the king and queen to conceive,,, and aemond knows it’s not for lack of trying, he’s watched over Valaena in the bathe washing away her husband’s sweat more times than he can count, something haunted in her gaze

When Valaena breaks down to him about how much she hates it all, how she never wanted to be queen or married to Jace in the first place, how she only ever feels free or true with him, how she’s disappointing everyone by not being pregnant yet

At the end of his rope, aemond has had enough,,, he can’t stand the tears glimmering on her lashes, the way she thinks she’s not enough when she’s the whole fucking world

And if jace won’t get her pregnant, he’ll do it, showing her a whole other world, sex she loves, sex she didn’t know could be beneficial for her too

And of course, Valaena spirals after she has to go back to the real world, to her apologetic husband that regrets the way he blamed her, to her life of duty and responsibility to the crown above all else

Aemond does not handle rejection well, especially when he’s still her sworn shield, when he sees the way her eyes seek his form when Jace fucks her, when the king makes wrong decisions

He’s reminded all over again that it should be him,,, and now he begins plotting, manipulating Otto and others into following his train of thought,,,

He will have Valaena with fire and blood if he has to:’)

[forthetherapyy]

(fic is here!!)

[mowochii]

AHHDHDHDKDJSJD

So… I was wondering if you could request how König and/or Simon reacting to their s/o just getting up and being able to walk decently after they had sex? I’ve been thinking about this a lot recently and idk why but i think both would be shocked in some kind of way. Please and thank you!!!

Note: I wanted to write König too but I'm sick so it's a surprise I managed to write this piece. I hope it doesn't suck 😊

Ghost

Ghost placed kisses on your shoulder, his arm wrapped around you so tightly that your back was pressed against his body. He loved these moments; the quiet, blissful hours after the two of you made love.

He could be rough, he knew that. This time wasn't any different, he had been away for too long to be able to hold back and behave in bed. He knew that you needed time to recharge, to gain enough strength to even be able to get out of bed on your own.

But today you didn't seem tired. You kept talking, your hand on top of his on your stomach as you told him about the Christmas card your friend had sent you from Australia where she was spending the holidays. He listened to every word despite not being a fan of this friend of yours, a mutual feeling you never really caught on.

"Wait, it's easier if I show you," you told him before slowly prying his hands off your body.

"Later," Ghost murmured into your ear. "You need to rest."

You turned to look at him and rolled your eyes. "I'm fine."

And with that you got out of bed, almost running over to the living room. He let out a surprised hum, wondering how you could do that. When you returned, he raised on his knees, grabbed you by the waist, and pulled you in his lap.

With his face burried in the nape of your neck, he said, "I see you can still walk. I must be out of practice," he noted as he kissed your neck. "Let's see if I can make sure you don't leave bed until the morning."

You let out a laugh and put a hand on the back of his neck. Ghost watched you in awe. The fact you could move around so effortlessly after he fucked you like this made him wonder if it meant he had trained you well.

Either way, you were handmade for him and he didn't feel like ever letting you go. In fact, he was beginning to wonder if he should do what he had been planning to do on new year's eve. So he leaned back and opened the drawer of the nightstand to get something he had hidden there earlier.

You watched him with a questioning look that was replaced with a look of shock the moment you noticed he had a little blue box in his hand. First you opened your mouth, no sound leaving your throat as you tried to pull yourself together.

"I didn't want to give you this so soon, but I can't wait anymore," he said quietly before opening the box. "Will you marry me?"

"Yes!" you squealed happily before kissing him, hands wrapped around his body so tightly he felt like you would never let him go again.

[inkskinned]

this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.

good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.

sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.

so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.

one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.

[antisolanum]

Smoking Crack With a Homeless Guy (1965)

[problemnyatic]

"I think this Category of human being is disposable" okay that not only sucks and is fascist but also makes getting you to deem someone to be disposable a simple matter of convincing you they're in The Category regardless of the truth. Also The Category is often misapplied to a vulnerable minority because it makes people like you agree they're disposable.

"Anyone who disagrees with me about The Category of people being disposable is a Category apologist or probably also in The Category themselves" Oh so you're just totally unconcerned with truth or justice or ethics or human rights and just are feeding your bloodlust for the sake of revenge fantasies. got it 👍

[frostedpuffs]

HAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[maeamian]

Part of the reason that Republicans are so desperately acting like they will never lose again is because they are deeply terrified that this is their last real chance to win. The big orange dipshit came in and gutted the party of everyone who wasn't a loyalist, which left it full of nasty little gremlins who have gaping voids where charisma and human decency is supposed to go.

They still hold a lot of power, but if we stop them this year the next presidential election may not be the Most Important One Of Your Life™, that's not a guarantee or anything, but if they don't win here and now their future looks grim, this dipshit is the only guy they have left and he's extremely diminished and has his brains leaking out of his ears at this point. We can beat him into the ground.

So that's what we're gonna fucking do. We're gonna break these fucking fash. They will crash upon us and we're gonna break their fucking necks. When they come for us they will lose because they're fucking losers and we have each other's backs which is something they fundamentally are incapable of comprehending.

[garnet-xx-rose]

Yes, I’ve done the work analyzing this relationship’s problematic traits and I’ve come to the educated conclusion that I still want them to fuck

[lightningandfireinmybones]

Olay but I'm having two main thoughts.

Both delectable.

Firstly, let's travel a few centuries back we're in 945 iirc. Allow me to introduce you to the BIGGEST GIRLBOSS that ever Girlbossed. Her name is Olga of Kiev and her hubby was Igor.

One beautiful sunny day (idk what season it was I'm just stage setting) Igor visited neighbours to collect their taxes. Those bad bois though didnt really vibe with that and thus killed Igor. (They Viserys II'd his skull and used it as a mug iirc?)

They then sent a group of men to Olga to deliver the news and ask her hand in marriage. She welcomed them and the next day threw them all in a pit and burried them alive.

Then another group was sent to Olga after she invited them. Bbgirl locked them in a hall and set the whole thing on fire.

Then yet ANOTHER group of noblemen came to attend the funeral of the previous lads. They got the Frey- Lannister treatment at the feast.

THEN babygirl🛐 sieged their city. When asked what she'd want to retreat gorge only asked for three pigeons from each house. She tied hot burning coals to their legs and set them loose. The pigeons returned home and set the wooden buildings on fire.💅

INSANE TARG ENERGY, BUBBLING VISENYA VIBES, INCREDIBLY AEGON THE CONQUEROR AT HARENHALL CORE. 👑

Now I can totally see Val getting word that Aemond has allegedly been killed (while baby is either imprisoned and rotting in a cell or even better he's been hurt and gone missing and the terrified enemies lie to Val to make her think they have the upped hand with Aemond ans Vhagar gone). Val would ABSOLUTELY decimate them.

Not only have they murdered her other half, her beloved husband, her lover, her best friend, her blood, her uncle, her AEMOND! but they have the audacity to ask for her hand????????

Dead.

Second thought is once again brought to you by Ольга 💓💚❤️💜

After all this.... Unpleasantness, she decides that a rocking political move would be to befriend the Empire ( the Byzantine empire that is) and get baptized as a Christian.

Babygirl was smart tho! The emperor Constantine VII was struck by her beauty ( and her reigning of the Rus ) and decided that he'd try his luck with her.

In order to marry her tho she'd ofc have to be a christian which was why she went to Constantinople in the first place. So baptized she was and educated in the ways of Christianity. When the emperor though tried to make a move on her she slayingly and cuntily reminded him that since he had been her Godfather and had blessed her baptism, marrying him was forbidden since it could be perceived as a way of spiritual incest. And thus she rejected him without spilling any sweat or losing any sleep over his porphyrogenytos ass.

Now this!!! I'm thinking this is the base of our story. For political reasons it is begrudgingly decided by Daemyra that their one daughter needs to be used to forge an alliance with another kingdom. Someone unlikable and faithful to the 7. Im voting for Lannisters.

Now despite the insane L that is being Valyrian and debasing herself enough to get "baptized" in the Light of the Seven, she and daemyra decide that it would be the best way to lock the other Lord into their alliance without her having to marry him.

So she does visit, does (for the eyes of the public alone) follow the Faith and when forced to marry rhe lord reminds him that to do so would be forbidden, a spiritual death of both herself and him, a dishonour to both of their houses and rhe faith.

News of this reach Aemond who as has been established in the precious ask/response has to marry and ia Only looking for a Valyrian bride.

So sexy of her to say a loud YES to actual incest and fuck the daylights out of her uncle ans in return have him impale her on his r-...(im missing the point) ATOP THEIR THRONE WHILE WEARING THE CROWNS OF JAEHAERYS AND AEGON. (blackfyre AND the aegon dagger are up for blood/knife play js)

Maybe that's what set the lord off and make him declare was against the Targs who are now embracing fully their Valyrian ancestry. A public ceremony in the traditions of their House???

Maybe that's what starts the war. What makes Aemond fight and go missing and brings us to the beginning of this ask....

Lots of thoughts babies of mine... lots and lots....

Bestie this is ART, bless you for this history lesson of legend icon Olga!!!!

Let’s apply valaena and aemond to the most excellent framework you have given us!!!! I don’t really have much to add, you’re killing it!!!

Valaena and daemon scheming, determining she is to be the sacrifice for an alliance, to lure the lannisters into a false sense of security,,, and if there is anyone that is faithless, it’s valaena, she doesn’t particularly feel sacrilegous through this ruse

She can suffer through this whole baptism ruse if it’ll bring her family security,,, so she follows through on this, humiliating jason lannister and ensuring security

When aemond hears of this, word of his laughter reaches EVERYONE, and next thing you know, he’s on his way to court the uncourtable princess, only the best for emperor aemond

AND SHE SHOCKS EVERYONE WHEN SHE SAYS YES!!!! They marry embarrassingly quick, sparking rumors of pregnancy and public sex and defiling the throne

While aemond loves this ferocious sly wife, tension rises with valaena’s humiliation of the lannisters and the way she’s said to have the emperor’s eat,,, WAR

Bestie pls share all the thoughts this was so good!!!!

[leafwhirlwind]

I feel, personally, like not enough people focus on the fact that in this iconic big tiddy moment

Falin is. Splattering someone’s brain on the pavement like a fine ragù.

Splat.

[strangerhands]

thhinkingg.. about.. thiss.. again..... always............ god....

Marc with his hand around your throat — not choking, no pressure just holding it there firmly as he slow fucks you into the mattress and you feel like you can’t BREATHE SORRY BYE

You show him, even though you know you shouldn’t. It is just so pretty: tanned Italian leather, nickel plated.

“It would look good around my neck, wouldn’t it?” you say, joking. Like, 20% joking.

The two of you went all in together on this apartment to get him out of his parents’ house. It had been moving out or joining the army—and the last thing you wanted was Marc gone, gone away from you, gone doing who-knows-what and who-knows-where.

You had moved in together, and spent every last penny from both of your savings to keep afloat. There was no fucking way he would spend eighty dollars (plus shipping and handling) on a collar, no matter how pretty you would look in it.

That night when he’s fucking you into the mattress you both have on a box spring on the floor, he watches your face with dark, knowing eyes. His hands have pinned yours above your head and then gotten restless—grabbed his belt to slip it from the loops on his discarded jeans so he could bind them together.

He gets like this. He needs to dominate you just as badly as you need to submit to him. You dream of the day you two can have a headboard, one he can tie you to and edge you for hours—

Marc slips his hand around your throat. Your entire body stiffens, full of electricity from the conduit of his touch. He isn’t even squeezing, but you can feel the strength of his fingers. You know the strength of his hands. His thrusts slow into something slow but no less deep, each one brushing the most tender place inside you.

“You don’t need a collar, do you baby girl?” he asks, breathless from the way he’s been fucking you. “Not when I’ve got two hands. Not when you look so pretty with one wrapped around your neck. Maybe I can’t afford to get you a collar yet—but make no mistake. I own you, don’t I, baby?”

His fingers flex and you are gone, eyes rolling back, holding your breath like he’s choking the life out of you even if he isn’t, cunt clenching around his cock. His breathless little laugh rings in your ears, and you know he is right.

Right about everything.

[inkskinned]

probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.

we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."

at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.

the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.

the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.

what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.

here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.

[artist-rat]

my sister finished her first bg3 run, here's evil gang reunion photo <333 (withers invented polaroid for the occasion idc)