#TOP. FUCKING. SHELF

[valscodblog]

WHY MUST YOU PORTRAY HER SO BUEATIFLY!? (i can spell today-what a surprise) UGHHHHSDFIHGIDFHVIDFVDFV MY HEART BELONGS TO KATE AND HER WIIIIIFFFEEEEEE <33333

One day, someone makes the mistake of mentioning Kate's wife when she's on the field and Gaz, Ghost and Soap expect her to be fine.

John knows better.

It takes John, Ghost, and Soap between them, with Gaz holding a hand over the guys mouth to stop Kate from genuinely being at risk of killing him. John actually lifts her off of the ground and walks out with her kicking and fighting to get out of his grip.

Ghost has to guard the door when he drags her out, Soap and Gaz can be heard getting a little hands-on with their interrogation. John’s grip on Kate is so tight that she'll undoubtedly bruise, but she'll forgive him when he stops her from losing her job.

"Kate- Kate, stop fucking- CALM DOWN- Think about it, it's a scare tactic. Sarah is at home with the cats, and she's fine, he wouldn't tell you about it if he wasn't going to touch her. She's alright."

"You don't fucking know that, you've seen the pictures, John. You know what he does to people-"

"Kate, calm down. Call her, phone Sarah right now and listen to her voice. She's fine, you'll be fine."

Even Simon has an undeniable picture of Laswell in her head. She's unshakeable, she's calm and she's fucking funny when she feels like it. But he's never seen this before, she's downright vicious and he can't help but watch with wide eyes as John grabs her phone out of her pocket and forces it into her hands. Can't help how his lip twitches into a frown that none of them can see as her voice shakes when she talks down the phone to her wife. How she slumps against Price and he holds her up, muttering quietly to her as her wife's voice speaks through the phone.

"She's fine. You're fine. He's a lying git, Kate. Nothing's going to happen to Sarah, you'd never allow it and neither would I. Hell, neither would Nik. The big bugger loves her."

Simon knows better than anyone that they're all human, despite all the rumours and the hero worship everyone gazes at them with. They're people. But sometimes even he forgets that Kate Laswell isn't a Station Chief, she's a woman with a wife at home and a group of cats that John likes laughing at pictures of. It's for that reason that he looks away, offers her the dignity of calming down in peace and slipping back into the Watcher persona without his eyes on her.

He pointedly ignores the grateful look John shoots him.

[bakudekublogblog]

not to be dramatic but hori literally out did my own self indulgent wish-fulfillment fanfic with the whole “rest of our lives speech” like I knew that sounded so romantic, and it is, because I literally wrote that line for bakudeku and I intended for it to be romantic

like hori really is just showing us bakudeku fanfic writers how it’s done

[frankiebirds]

(brightened screenshots because spencer's depression apartment is SO dark. also im going somewhere angsty with this, this isn't actually me complaining)

you know, there's no obvious reason for the floor of spencer's apartment to look like this. it's messy because he's depressed, sure, but the type of mess is odd. it doesn't make much sense for there to be books on the floor. i mean, maybe he was reading to distract himself, but just tossing them on the floor like this when he was done seems strange.

especially because it's not like he doesn't have tables. here's one. it even has books on it, and room for more in a Depression Pile

...unless they're on the floor because he threw them there.

because all the knowledge he had and all the books he'd read didn't matter. none of it was enough to save maeve :)

[valscodblog]

OH MY GOD

Lil bit of Naga!Ghoap art with my idea of their daughter they adopted named Holly. Simon is a Speckled King Snake, Johnny is an Eastern Hog-Nosed Snake, and Holly is a mix between an Albino Ball Python and a Regular Ball Python Mix.

[ultra-raging-ghost]

thinking about q!bad.... he hangs in the back of crowds because he gets overstimulated easily and has a low social battery... he goes nonverbal when hes upset... he cant read rooms properly and often has inappropriate emotional states juxtaposed to the actual situations at hand... he has a one track mind when it comes to blaming his pranks on other people and is confused as to how others dont take words they see at face value and continuously tries to do that over and over despite it never working... he doesnt pick up on inappropriate jokes or people flirting with him or laughing when he unintentionally makes sexual innuendos.... he has his own set of personal convictions and rules that dont coincide with the law or regular morals of other people around him.... he often misinterprets how people react to things and is completely oblivious to it until they tell him otherwise and is then surprised because hes been reading their signs wrong the whole time.... he fights for attention from others in unconventional ways... the way he loves and cares for people deviates so hard from the standard that people he knows often take a while to understand how he expresses affection and then have to take the time to explain it to others... he writes letters in complete extremes and cant ever properly find a middle ground.... he stims so fucking often both vocally and physically.... he over explains himself because he is afraid of people misinterpreting him... he has an abstract view of gender, names, familial roles, and the world around him extending to time and space.. he has a hard time digging deeper into other peoples thoughts and feelings because he often takes things others say at face value... he follows instructions down to the letter... he fixates on tasks and hobbies easily and spends extensive amounts of time and attention to detail to get them absolutely perfect or hes not gonna do them at all... he doesnt like physical contact... he often makes a clown of himself and doesnt understand whats so funny when people laugh... he eats fucking everything.... he has the fattest tits on the island.... he lays eggs.....

[buwheal]

SICK!!!! AND!!!! TIRED!!!!! OF THIS DAMN INDENT AT THE BOTTOM OF HIS CHEEKS!!!!!!!!!! IT IS SO IRRITATING TO INCORPORATE!!!!! So im not gonna anymore i think 9 months of it is plenty i am rid of this curse byeee :wave: byeee :wave:

[roseofhybrids]

imagine being a robot your whole life and suddenly growing flesh

imagine pulling a muscle or getting a side stitch for the first time without knowing what those are

[69-toojay]

May God give Light Yagami the strength to endure the bullying a thirteen year old is capable of

[spaciebabie]

the character development and world building for my story are so good guys. believe me. what i see in my head is crazy. im having like. biblical level visions of my funny characters running around bludgeoning each other and dying

[spearxwind]

Everyone talks about how expensive rent is but i dont ever see anyone talk about how expensive furniture and house stuff is. Saving up for like, a couch is insanely expensive. Buying one nice thing is fine but if you need several things suddenly the price builds up sooo high like I want to have a nice table and some nice chairs and maybe a nice lamp and suddenly that can all run me for 800eur easily at the cheapest.

[valscodblog]

mhh mhhhh

A Tango With The Villain

!!WARNINGS!!: Strictly WLW, Dirty Flirting, Perverse Gestures/Comments, I WILL use google translate for phrases but it may not be 100% correct so I’ll put what it’s intended as next to it in Brackets(these things —> []).

!CHARACTERS!: Karla Martinez(OC), Valeria Garza, Juan, Carlos, Andreas(thugs that I named cuz I’m too lazy to find names of her thugs), and the Bartender.

The club was bustling with activity. Loud music blaring and colorful lights flying around the room. The bar was busy.

Most of the women wore simple, revealing clothes to attract the men who mostly wore a simple T-Shirt and jeans. Valeria sat in her private booth with her men standing guard by it.

She was waiting for someone.

Valeria was dressed in a black vest suit and a red button up dress shirt. Intending to match outfits with the person she was waiting for. Checking her phone for the thousandth time, she sighed in frustration. She snapped at one of her men. He leaned in to receive his orders. “Carlos, tráeme un whisky; con hielo.[Carlos, get me a whiskey; on the rocks.]” The man nodded and went to the bar. Ordering her whiskey.

Valeria checked her phone again and threw it down on the table impatiently. She ran a hand through her hair. “¿Dónde estás, mi llama?[Where are you, my flame?]” She mumbled to herself frustratedly. She’d told Karla to get ready half an hour before she was expected to leave. So where the hell was she?

It was about 15 minutes later when Karla finally arrived, much to Valeria’s frustration. But not her disappointment. When Karla finally came to the booth, Valeria got to see Karla in all her glory. Standing at a height of 5’1”(without heels). Her long, wavy black hair frames her face, cascading down her back and curled slightly at the ends—just barely enough for it to look natural. Karla's warm, caramel-toned skin practically glowing with how the club lights bounced off it, and her expressive dark brown eyes convey a look of warmth and love for Valeria.

Valeria eyed Karla up and down, shifting invitingly as she licked her lips upon seeing how Karla’s skin fitted cocktail dress that faded from red to black on the bottom of the dress accentuated some… attributes of her body. Karla was wearing the matching red high heels to the dress—though they wouldn’t stay on long before she switched to red and black sneakers so the dress didn’t drag too much.

“You look good, durazno.[peach.]” Valeria commented as Karla sat beside her. “Gracias, mi amor.[Thank you, my love.]” Karla said before adding “You look good too, no doubt we’ll turn some heads tonight.” Karla chuckled. Valeria just grinned and put her hand on Karla’s thigh and softly rubbed with her thumb. “Margarita, ¿verdad mi alma?[right my soul?]” Valeria asked, Karla simply nodded and Valeria snapped her fingers, one of her men going to get said Margarita for Karla. A few minutes later he returned and gave Karla her Margarita. “Gracias, Juan.[Thank you, Juan.]” Karla said as she took a sip.

A few drinks later, Karla dragged Valeria onto the dance floor. Swaying her hips to the erotic Reggaeton music blaring in the club as Valeria chuckled and decided to dance with her. Though, it was an understatement to say Valeria’s hands simply wandered. They had aim, Karla knew that as soon as she felt Valeria’s hand possessively still on her thighs to keep her close as she danced to the music. Whispering dirty yet sweet nothings into Karla’s ear as they dance together.

As the night went on Valeria’s touches became more possessive. At some point she dragged Karla into her lap and buried her face in Karla’s neck as she practically devoured Karla’s neck and squeezed her breasts teasingly “Why can’t I just tare this dress off, ¿mi llama..?[my flame..?]” Valeria repeated in frustration every few minutes. Andreas, one of Valeria’s thugs, didn’t like the little noises he could unfortunately hear from the two women in their booth over the blaring music.

Later some more romantic music came on, and Karla dragged Valeria onto the dance floor. “Care for a dance, ¿mi amor?[my love?]” Karla grinned, Valeria chuckled and went with her. When the music for the tango came on Karla was glad she and Valeria took classes for it.

Valeria took Karla in her arms and they got ready to dance the tango. The second they started Valeria grabbed Karla’s ass VERY firmly. If you asked Karla, she would tell you Valeria was DEFINITELY drunk by that time. At the end of the tango, Valeria dipped Karla and held her there. Kissing her deeply before her lips wondered down Karla’s neck and to her breasts. “Let’s go home, mi alma…[my soul…]” Valeria murmured. Karla already knew what that meant, and eagerly agreed. Valeria signaled for her men to bring the car around and then she escorted Karla safely to it.

@valscodblog @thealtofvalleyxdoodles @seconds-on-the-clock @writing-with-moss

[tiredqueermushroom]

One thing that annoys me about Orym's comment other than it being unnecessary and cruel is that it added absolutely nothing to the conversation as well as didn't make sense.

Of course, Dorian would feel differently about the gods if Ludinus had been the one to kill brother, but he didn't. Lolth did, and the primes (wildmother in particular) did nothing to prevent it. The same would be true if will and derrig had been killed by the gods, is a circular argument that leads nowhere and moves no one's position, it just makes orym look like an asshole.

I'm seeing the sentiment that Dorian can't or is unwilling to see things from Orym's side again. First of all, it's not true. Both agree on the key issue that Ludinus has to die, and not once has Dorian tried to argue otherwise, but at every turn, Orym has argued against Dorian's position. Whether or not Dorian's position is 'correct' is immaterial as Dorian has not tried to talk down Orym's points like orym has his.

It has been 2-3 DAYS since Cyrus died, Dorian has had no time to process his grief, and it's unfair of Orym to expect that Dorian be pragmatic and consider hypotheticals while Orym himself cannot do the same after 7 years. And yes, grief is a lifelong process, but Orym is much further in his journey than Dorian, who has compartmentalise and internalised his trauma.

Orym weaponising Dorian's loss against him is wrong and unfair, Orym's trauma doesn't weigh anymore heavily on him than Dorian's does and to suggest otherwise implies a severe lack of understanding of Dorian's character.

[thatswhatsushesaid]

/squints

we absolutely cannot all agree on this point because that is not how the story went.

[winepresswrath]

THANK YOU for explaining the Louis/Armand fight with such clarity. Like obviously Armand has the ultimate power over the relationships here and the way he behaves in this episode is world class terrible, we can all see that, but I feel like I've been going crazy when people are softening Louis's words as light banter while Armand responding somewhat in kind is framed as malicious suicide baiting.

It's not my take but I would understand if people were approaching this as "Armand sucks so bad and technically can leave whenever so I give 0 fucks what Louis does or says to him," but "Louis was just being mean" doesn't track for me. He is at this point in his life using regularly enough that Armand's first response when he gets vicious is a bitter "here comes the drugs." He's used to this. Addiction is a complicated and terrible disease but Louis is Armand's partner, for whatever reason, apparently (big caveat) of his own volition and he responds to Armand being upset about his cycle of risky drug use and insincere apologies with a "you're boring and smothering" speech before turning on a dime to "cringe of you to be a victimized. it's given you a real victim mentality" when Armand says he's boring too. It's legitimately reprehensible behaviour! And that's fine. I will continue making heart eyes at him whenever he appears on screen undeterred.

[foursaints]

ur vibes to me are like we are in a dark academia novel coquette fans on tiktok recommend and we are two weird off putting individuals in an environment which shuns us and thus we form a bond that time only strengthens . perhaps we decide to commit some sort of weird freaky experiment on someone we have observed will not be missed to forever bond us by the weird and indescribable . ur like a broken jewelry box with antique jewelry both second hand and passed down by family …. i am like a teddy bear w tear tracks n weird blood stains n frayed ribbon that has been used to string over the years … perpetually in a state of similar opposites …. i think it would be fun to watch trash tv with you and do serious character analysis . i also get the vibe from u of like … hating the purposefully frayed and broken for the bit. this is not true to the saints aesthetic all of your frayed edges are natural and come from love and time . you are not faking this faking this is a cop out !!!! also i can see you doing archery seems like a very saints hobby … i feel as if this anonymous analysis may be very obvious but !! 😊

hello ivy

[damnedrainbows]

*

Crimson eyes roll in their sockets in annoyance as the feline fights his grip. He allows the jostling, if only because he knows it will make Husk even more sick. Dumb drunk is only punishing himself.

The struggling promotes a cruel smirk as he allows him to partially drop, so he’s hanging upside down. “Put you down? At your insistence.”

He allows him to hang there and suffer for a moment before his staticy laugh rings out. “Are we going to be nice? Hm? Are we going to behave and retract the claws? I was being kind to you too. For shame.”

@top-shelf-tender