#The growling

[sammaggs]

Callum Keith Rennie and the dark-haired writer/creators who hire him, huh

“Freak.”

[haasmaxxing]

damien unboxing ps5 (ft gatos)

[pangur-and-grim]

this is a nothing photo, but Pangur in the corner has eyes so full of hate

[wingzandtailz]

i want a tail i want a tail i want a tail i want a tail i want a tail i want a tail i want a tail i want a tail i want a tail i want a tail i want a tail i want a tail i want a tail i want a tail i want a tail i want a tail i want a tail i want a tail i want a tail i want a tail i want a tail i want a tail i want a tail i want a tail i want a tail i want a tail i want a tail i want a tail

[willgrahams-dog]

idk man everyone always talks about the “is hannibal… in love… with me?” scene from the lens of like,,, a teenager with an obvious crush,, but there’s so much horror in that scene, too. the dawning realization that a man like that can love and that will is the one he loves. the pain of being wholly beloved and understood by someone who only burns, who consumes even as he creates. the inescapable knowledge that what they had was real; that hannibal’s cruelty was motivated in part by heartbreak. idk

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

wintersberg is funny to me

[jcmfatagain]

First post

Picture of me taken by a friend on vacation.

114kg in a slightly smaller 2xl

[skeletoninthemelonland]

"Got you! Ha ha ha ha ha!"

[fairsweetlonging]

time travel au where liu qingge and shen qingqiu (yuan) end up accidentally traveling a decade back in time before luo binghe was amitted to qing jing peak and before shen qingqiu had his qi deviation, but after their generation has risen to peak lords.

which means, shen yuan realizes quickly, as they're accosted by said peak lords, that he will have to face shen jiu.

as they're being cleared for demonic energy and the likes, mu qingfang of course instantly detects the poison without a cure eating away at shen yuan's meridians. liu qingge pulls a copy of the treatment plan out of his sleeve (shen yuan blushes a bit, did liu qingge always keep that on hand?), and just like in the current timeline, they agree to keep it under wraps.

shen jiu tries various times to get a moment alone with shen yuan, but he never quite manages because liu qingge is there, who is also... nice?? to him?? for some reason?? shen jiu gets a bit flustered at the solemn politeness and skitters off.

it comes out pretty quickly that shen yuan has "memory loss", and thus can't remember anything that's currently taking place in this time. shen yuan expects scorn, hatred and disdain from shen jiu, expects to be grabbed and interrogated, to arouse suspicion.

but shen jiu looks....... sad???

being transported here threw shen yuan's qi off-balance (even liu qingge had to sit down, which means it's bad), and his cultivation is already so unstable, so when the peak lords are all squabbling and arguing and threatening and raising their voice, he can feel his body shut down. he sees yue qingyuan start to move towards him, which, knowing the future yue qingyuan, he really isn't up for right now—but before the sect leader can get to him someone else is at his back, transferring him qi, holding him up gently by his shoulders, then coaxing him up, leading him outside

shen yuan's been fed qi by every peak lord at least once. he doesn't recognize this one. that means it can only be one person.

he looks up. it's shen jiu.

and it's bizarre, getting fussed over by the scum villain, having gentle hands run along his back, his hair, that clear, soothing voice calming him down. and somehow shen jiu knows exactly what to do?? somehow it works perfectly on him?? it's almost as if shen jiu has known him his whole—

oh.

bodies, like homes, hold memories, even if the original occupants are no longer there. it's the milestone marks on the doorpost that chart a child's growth, blurry photographs faded by time, scuffed floors from well-walked paths, and tiny holes in the walls where pictures once hung.

shen jiu takes him to the bamboo house, pours him tea, and asks, calmly, what he remembers from their childhood.

it's not his childhood, so shen yuan doesn't actually remember anything, but the body he's in does. the memories it holds are emotional rather than visual; he remembers being alone, scared, and hungry. he remembers anger, pain. a dark room. loud voices. he remembers his heart skipping a beat when heavy boots stomp his way. the sound of a whip.

he doesn't have to lie. the memories aren't his own, and they're from long ago, which means shen jiu has them too. and, he supposes, this is his only chance to find out what really happened.

but shen jiu doesn't say anything about it. he just nods and stares, intensely. then he asks shen yuan if he remembers yue qingyuan. shen yuan says no, he doesn't. the conversation takes a very strange turn after that. shen yuan can't help but feel a little queasy when shen jiu asks him if yue qingyuan has taken advantage of his memory loss.

"has he come into your home? has he brought you gifts, sweets? does he invite you for tea? did you accept?"

he has. shen yuan doesn't know why that would be a problem, the sect leader has been nothing but kind and helpful and patient. and generous, too.

when he says yes shen jiu looks furious.

liu qingge (his one) comes to pick him up, and his time with shen jiu is cut short. somewhere he's glad, cuddling into liu qingge's back as he holds him while they fly. he feels a little bad for yue qingyuan, knowing he's probably caused a big fight, but it doesn't sit right with him. he wishes he knew what happened.

.

liu qingge, meanwhile, is having the time of his life fighting himself. it's good practice!

[guardpupleo]

god, puppy, you look so fucking good, i know you dressed up just for me, hm? oh, come on, don't even try to deny it. we both know you're lying. you barely dress up in this girly shit anymore, your dick is coming in and you have a 5'oclock shadow. you're obviously just telling yourself you don't want my attention. i know you do..

what? no, don't push me away, pretty boy. you don't even have a damn thing on under your fucking skirt, are you kidding me? you expect me to think that you just forgot or something?

what am i doing? i made you. im just taking what's mine, pretty thing. you can't expect a mutt like me not to go nuts seeing a hole that pretty. see, you're so fucking wet, you're such a bad liar. you want my fat cock just abusing your tight little hole.

look at that little dick of yours throb when i call you names. god, you're pathetic, aren't you? a miserable little excuse of a boy.. you're not even fighting back anymore, huh? just presenting like a good little toy?

oh, come on now, don't act all tough right when i get to claim what's mine. no, it's not too big, you'll be fine.. you'll stretch out, and ill only hurt you a little... besides, that's what you want, right? you want fucked and used aggressively after all, hm?

that's so funny.. every time i say these things your dick throbs and i swear your hole gets wetter, too. yet you tell me you don't want it? come on, boy. man up and take my dick, hm?

[nabumalikata]

[humbuns]

please never go away

[pangur-and-grim]

caught Grim doing happy kneading paws in the air while the baby played with a twig 3 feet away. you're not beating the grandparent allegations, Grim.....

[billygetsbigger]

How it starts vs How it’s going

[frenchublog]