#YOWCH!!!! :)

[piizunn]

trad métis-otipemisiwak floral tattoos by my friend halie as part of a trade <3 i made her some beaded hair clips!

[deklo]

four ibuprofen consumed. oug

[didyougaming]

[steampoweredwerehog]

When Gina graduated with accolades and got her dream job, she never knew her assignment would be so…alive.

A bunch of scientists scooped some weird spaghetti out of a dead god and turned it into a computer. Is that good? Hard to say if this is bad or good.

Tethis uses it/its btw

[sandflakedraws]

hey is anybody gonna talk about this excerpt from the artbook or can i lose my mind about it. we cool? cool.

anyways. always screaming over it.

like, i know from a narrative standpoint that this excerpt is designed to make floyd look even more sympathetic to the audience; framing the brothers' disbandment as a 'well they stormed off first' kind of deal.

but!!!

... the absolute agony of could have.

could have kept everyone together. could have talked them through their issues. could have spared them so much of the heartache he never wanted any of his family to go through.

like!!!! all this unforeseeable anguish lying in wait, maybe entirely avoidable if floyd had just ... asked for it. if he maybe talked about his own feelings on the matter. if he hadn't buried them in inscrutable boyband puns, in an effort to comfort a confused three year old. if he had maybe made this expression somewhere that somebody could see it.

we all love the 'quietly bears the bulk of emotions' trope in fiction but man. martyrdom as character flaw my beloved....

dEVAStating!!! to me,

[idiotwithbackpain]

uh MY BACK omg i pinched something oh ow ow

[willosword]

love when a conflict is so good that you can acknowledge a character being a total douchebag while also being like 'yeah i totally understand how they'd come to this conclusion when looking at it through their perspective'

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

The sheer bravery Stede had to even go and sit with Ed's body absolutely blows me away.

Yes, there was nothing else he could do. There was no way he'd be able to leave Ed's body alone down there. That doesn't mean it wasn't still hard to do. The way he hesitates at the top of the stairs, looking down-

And Ed looks so small. Broken and hurt and tiny and very, very still. This is a man who, as we know and as Stede's brain is no doubt screaming at him, is very rarely still. Ed, at his baseline, is a cheerful, bouncy person. He fidgets and has trouble sitting still when he's not deeply engaged with something. And now all that playful, easily-excited energy, the curiosity, the life - it's just gone.

Because Ed is, as far as Stede knows, dead. He was hurting so, so deeply that he forced people who care about him to kill him. Stede would do anything for him, but he's too late. The entire world has changed, because Ed is no longer in it.

"You nut," Stede says, "why'd you have to go and get yourself killed?" Affectionate. Stede is in so much pain, you can see it on his face, but it's like he's expecting Ed to respond to the almost-teasing words. It's like he's hoping Ed will just sit right up. "Not all plans are gonna be winners, man," he can imagine Ed responding in the pause. "What did you think I was supposed to do?"

Of course, Ed stays still and quiet and, by all appearances, dead. Stede has to take several fortifying breaths before he can remove the shroud from his face, he actually has to fully look away a few times. And the noise he makes, horrified and somehow almost shocked - gets me right in the chest, every time. It's like he's surprised that, now he and Ed are together again, this could happen. They're with each other; they're supposed to be invincible.

In conclusion: give Rhys Darby an emmy please

[oikasugayama]

You know that chuuya fem reader oral thing u did? can you write one but with dazai pls ? thank you :)

everyone who uses this gif is correct and valid because he absolutely does smirk and smile at you as he slowly lowers his mouth to your cunt.

when he first lays you in bed, he's so gentle and sweet, caressing your skin and slowly taking off your clothes, kissing every inch of new skin that is exposed. he whispers sweet things to you, calling you so pretty and beautiful and such a sweet and good girl. "i want to make you feel good," he whispers against your ear, letting his fingers graze your skin sooooo lightly down your arm and onto your hip, making goosebumps raise on your skin. you give him permission to do whatever he wants, and he smiles, gives you a big, sweet kiss, and then slowly sinks down down down.

"eyes on me," he whispers. "no looking away."

he spreads your thighs apart as he gets closer, making room to lay between them. finally his mouth is right above your pussy and you can feel the soft breeze of his breath as he sighs happily. without breaking eye contact with you, he traces the tip of his middle finger languidly up the slit between your labia, gently, ohhh so veeery gently pushing further until his finger is between your lips, sitting right at your entrance.

he uses two fingers to spread you open, and you just catch the corners of his mouth tugging up into a larger smile as his tongue lolls out and draaaags across your clit and its hood.

you make a little whine and shift, trying to open your legs wider, trying to get closer to him, and he coos softly, shushing you and simultaneously blowing cold air over the spit trail he just left on your increasingly sensitive clit.

"dazai..." you say quietly, reaching down to him, and he silently uses his free hand to take yours, interlocking your fingers as his tongue reaches out again, drawing small circles around your clit.

he works you up tortuously slow, using only the tip of his tongue and his breath to tease you for what feels like forever. when you finally break and tell him you want more--you need more--he presses his open mouth fully against you, using his wet tongue to swipe up from your perineum all the way to your clit again. he licks down again, lapping up your wetness and sucking it into his mouth.

you squeeze his hand, and he squeezes back. then he looks away only for a second to spit on your clit. the hand he was holding you open with before now starts rubbing you, tracing all your lines and folds and bumps. you flutter your eyes closed for a second, and he freezes, squeezes your hand, and waits.

he starts again only when you're making eye contract again.

he says nothing. in a way, it makes the experience all the more sensual.

he starts making out with your clit, using his soft lips just as much as his tongue to work the nub up to its full hardness and sensitivity. meanwhile one finger slowly presses into you, and he uses it to to rub against the ridges inside your walls, sending waves and peaks of pleasure through your system.

"dazai," you moan softly, and you could swear his eyes sparkle.

tonight no matter how much you beg him or plea for him to hurry up or go faster or add more, he won't. he eats you out slowly, lazily, stopping every time your eyes aren't on him.

eventually-- once he of his own accord has added a second finger into you, slowly twisting them as he pulls them out and pushes forward as slow as he feels right-- you feel the familiar climbing warmth of your orgasm. it doesn't rush toward the surface like usual. today it follows dazai's pace, taking two steps forward, one step back, until finally you can't take it anymore and you try to grind down onto his tongue.

"please," you whine, shuddering, desperate tears pricking at the corner of your eye. "it burns. i need it, dazai. i need it so bad, please let me cum."

he hums softly against your pussy, once again attaching his whole mouth over as much as he's able, sucking the wetness and spit off of as much as he can reach, making you jerk as the pressure of his sucking affects your swollen clit.

he squeezes your hand in three pulses, and your first thought was a silent "i love you" but given what happens next, you think the three squeezes were for "ready, set, go."

he suddenly starts flicking his tongue as fast as he's able over your teased clit. his two fingers pick up the pace and instead of just dragging in and out of you, he specifically presses up against your inner walls, probing for your g spot and dragging far enough back to also find another spot that gives you flashes of pleasure.

your body reacts without you consciously moving it. your hips buck up against his face, your free hand digs into his hair and pulls and shoves and scratches his scalp. you moan increasingly loudly, stammering his name and curse words and chants of "i love you" and finally you cum hard and for a while. the orgasm dazai gives you is so unlike anything you've had before. you're light headed, you're winded, your whole body feels weak like you've been drained of everything you have as your cum and a fair amout of squirt fluid spews out and into dazai's waiting mouth. the slurping sounds of him collecting it--drinking it--are somehow not the most obscene sounds that have been made tonight.

[astro-nautic]

I don't get how furry artists do it

*head in hands* this took me so long

[johnslittlespoon]

imagine a rewrite of the buckbucky stalag reunion where instead of waiting at the fence, gale's asleep in his bunk when john's group arrives?

he nods off while reading, doesn't even mean to, but it's chilly out and it's cozy under the blanket and there's not much else to do so he doesn't fight the nap when sleep pulls him under, and no one's inside to wake him when the commotion happens at the fence.

but then he's being gently woken up, and he assumes it's time to go collect rations, only there's a warm hand cupping his cheek, another running through his hair, and he opens his eyes and is greeted with john's smiling, bruised up face.

he has to blink hard to make sure he's not still asleep, glances quick at the door to see that they've conveniently been left alone to reunite, and then he grabs two fistfuls of john's sweater and pulls him down with a desperate noise, tears springing to his eyes as he kisses him hard enough to make up for all the time he'd spent thinking he might never see him again.

[bird-inacage]

The Heart Killers EP2: Kant's Game of Deception

I'm acutely aware that with each episode, Kant's undercover mission gains momentum and the lie gets bigger and deeper, slowly ramping up the tension towards an eventual and inevitable apex. While Kant is still zeroed in on what will best aid him to get there, we're starting to see just how entangled this web will become.

BEST FRIEND & ACCOMPLICE, BROTHER & SUPPORTER

What really hit home for me this week is that neither Style or Babe have any idea of what Kant's really up to. Style believes Kant is finally pursuing someone seriously, and is willing to wingman for his best friend. Unbeknownst to him, there's considerable risk with his involvement - risk that Kant has not explicitly mentioned. In addition to that, he's also unknowingly become an accomplice.

Babe also oversees Kant flirting with Bison in their courtyard, and innocently presumes his brother is trying to win over the heart of someone he likes, to no avail. Cue little bro's words of wisdom that come from a place of wishing his brother the best in his efforts.

It's a reminder that Bison may be the centre of this deception, but the ripple effect of Kant's mission extends far further. Others will unwittingly wind up in the mix if he is to pull this feat off. The question is what are the possible repercussions to those beyond just him alone?

WINNING BISON'S HEART

As Bison continues to keep himself just out of reach, Kant devises a scenario to earn brownie points - inspired by Babe's advice. He pays a friend to hit on Bison, who he wards off in a show of jealousy and protectiveness, hoping the gesture will prove his sincerity for Bison as a romantic prospect.

Kant's goal is to convince Bison to be his boyfriend, which would allow him the closeness he needs to dig for information. What complicates their interactions is that a mutual connection was established between the two before the mission even began. So this makes it even muddier to distinguish where Kant's lies begin and end, and will only continue to get blurrier as his feelings develop.

Paying for a plant is overtly calculated, whereas divulging things about himself is more ambiguous. This could be perceived as a manipulative tactic to garner Bison's compassion, by appearing upfront and open about himself. Or it could just be Kant's way of getting to know Bison on a personal level because he interests him. The lens in which we interpret his actions depend on if you believe he's acting solely in service of the mission or otherwise.

EARNING BISON'S TRUST

What Kant doesn't know is how enamoured Bison is by his attentions already. The boy is noticeably giddy whenever he thinks and talks about him. He wants to believe that Kant is just a harmless suitor with no other intentions but to date him.

Style inserts further affirmations about his best friend because he's also none the wiser and truly believes in what he is saying. This will only make Kant's intentions appear more favourable in Bison's eyes.

Bison is probably trained to sense danger, hammered in by Fadel's incessant scolding and years of indoctrination by his 'Mother'. But in this instance Bison's concerns lean towards that of any normal person. He's wavering over Kant's proposition because he's unsure if Kant's a player or not, and isn't fully convinced someone would want to be his boyfriend after such a casual fling. What he's not entertaining are any serious suspicions that Kant's a fraud or threat.

He feels sure enough about Kant's integrity (as a person, not a man) that he's willing to consider exposing himself, something that Fadel reacts to with incredulity. Bison seems to feel that if Kant has been honest with him, he would like to reciprocate and be honest about who he is in return. (Little does he know).

FADEL'S WARINESS BACKFIRES

There's no irony lost on the fact that Fadel is right on the nose with his suspicions. But his concerns are having the opposite effect. The more he warns Bison and urges him to tow the line, the more Bison will be compelled to defy and rebel against this restraint on his life, and the more he'll be drawn to Kant as a result.

Bison wants to defend Kant. Bison wants to be proven right that his brother is being overly paranoid and misguided to think in such a way. He wants confirmation that everything he's been told by Fadel and his Mother is simply untrue, and that there's more to live for.

Writing the above already makes my heart die a little inside, because the more Bison defends Kant, the more awful I feel about his impending reaction to finding out he was lied to.

You can keep tabs on bird-inacage’s BL meta directory for my other long-form posts around The Heart Killers, which I’ll be updating in real time as the show airs.

[bunjywunjy]

hey uuuh protip if any of you for whatever reason have the urge to sprint directly behind my car while I'm backing into a space, please. refrain from doing that

[wild-shaped]

forgotten idol

[layla-keating]

When she looks at me like this, I can almost let myself believe she sees me the way she used to see Conrad.

THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY 2.05 "Love Fool"

[beddybites]

I can see baby sanemi waking up and seeing Shinobu nearby and for a second his baby mode thinks she's his tiny mother because she's not super close by and then he starts bawling for a moment and it's totally just because he was in baby mode (maybe some tears still came after)

ANON WHY WOULD YOU SAY THIS