#all the flowers are dying

[clearlydusty]

Blue Spider Lily

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

thinking about Eddie & hyacinths again

[scjacka]

This blew up on the clock app so I guess I'll share it here too

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

arctic monkeys on mtv valencia, 2010 (x)

[arthurwethersfieldfanpage]

a lil Alex timeline inspired by my super cool and wonderful friend @cye-wiz

this is my first time ever animating and slightly rushed so i could finish this on top of bigger projects but it was really fun so i may try something more complex later when i have time we’ll see

[amourtoken]

This image has been driving me fucking insane you're kidding you're lying this isn't real good god you're SICK!!!

I cannot stop the train of thought ok like his arms??? His hands??? He's so pretty I'm fucking sick. (cw for choking, raw sex, spit, ect.)

the thought of him not even bothering to change or anything the second he walks through your door cause you've been on his mind all fucking night and if he doesn't get his hands on you right now he might explode. He doesn't even have the decency to greet you either, walking up behind you from your spot in the kitchen and just lacing his fingers into your hair at the back of your head so he can pull you back against him. The handful of your hair keeps you steady while his free hand grips your jaw, squishing your cheeks and forcing a pouty expression out of you.

What's gotten into him? He's never like this, but you guess you can't complain. Especially not when you feel his dick pressed against you from behind as he rolls his hips against your ass. The hand in your hair tightens just enough to make you wince and Luke leans in to press a messy kiss to your lips. You try and reciprocate but he pulls away quickly, leaving a string of saliva connecting you two momentarily.

You whine at the loss but he continues his silence, using the hand in your hair to bend you over the nearest counter top. He stays uncharacteristically quiet when his hands slide down your waist and squeeze at the soft skin before damn near ripping your comfy sweats down your legs. His large hands trail back up your legs from behind, kneading at your thighs and ass before steadying on your hips again. Your brain is too fuzzy to question the situation and you're just happy to have his hands on you, he'd been so busy all fucking day and you've done nothing but miss him.

You feel his chest press against your back as he leans over you, hands on your hips pulling you back just enough to grind his clothed cock against your ass again. He's so hard it hurts but he wants to draw this out at least a little longer. You hum softly when he starts trailing kisses from your temple down to your shoulder and he's really being soft for a second but of course it doesn't last. He sinks his teeth into your shoulder and you yelp at the sting but surprisingly he didn't even break the skin, his tongue laves over the spot before he turns his attention back to your neck to start sucking dark marks all over your sensitive skin.

you're not in your right mind to worry about how you're gonna cover those up, that's a thought for later. Luke's hands leave your hips just long enough to drag his shorts down his hips, he doesn't bother taking them all the way off. You look over your shoulder just long enough to see his cock slap against his stomach when he does so and you swear your legs would've given out on you if you weren't bent over the kitchen counter.

one of Luke's hands returns to your hip and gives a soft squeeze, holding you (and himself really) steady. You instinctively spread your legs a little wider for him and you're rewarded with that friction you need so bad finally. He presses the tip of his cock right against your clit and bucks his hips just enough to slide through your folds, spreading your slick around before sinking into you entirely. The stretch always takes your breath away, creating this ache in your belly from how deep he is when he finally stills momentarily.

As bad as he wants to set a rough pace immediately he can't get enough of how tight you feel around him. No matter how many times you fuck, he'll never ever get sick of this. The hand on your hip slides to the front of your body and he presses his palm against your lower stomach, putting his hips slowly against yours so he can feel just how deep he is. Your legs are so shaky and your heads so foggy you're surprised you're even upright at the moment, and him feeling the bulge he leaves in your belly only makes it worse.

He picks up the pace of his thrusts, the hand on your belly sliding lower to circle your clit while he fucks you from behind. You were peeved about him not even greeting you when he came home but this makes up for it. Luke's free hand slides up your body and settles on your throat, pulling you back and making your back arch even further for him. You're basically looking at him upside down from this angle, the pressure on your throat making black spots flood the edges of your vision. Every time his hips meet yours he nudges your cervix and it's a genuine fight to keep your eyes from rolling back entirely, whimpering and tearing up at the feeling.

Your legs get shaky the closer you get and Luke's fingers on your clit are dragging you so close to your edge. Pretty little sounds flow freely from your lips but Luke is still on his random vow of silence, the most you're getting from him are groans and soft pants the closer he gets. His hand on your throat releases and you're able to finally take a full breath again, your vision clearing up quickly. His hand doesn't stay idle though, sliding up a little further to press his fingers to your lips. Surprisingly this is when you get the first word out of Luke all night.

"Open."

His voice is strained and heavy but you do as he asks (more like commands rlly), opening your mouth for him and wrapping your lips around two of his long fingers. He presses down on your tongue and starts an opposite pace to his thrusts, fucking his fingers down your throat until you're a drooling mess. You can't hang on much longer at all and he can tell, his hips picking up the pace until you were shaking in his hold and fat tears threatened to spill down your cheeks. Your pathetic little noises are muffled by the fingers in your mouth when your orgasm hits you like a train, Luke's fingers on your clit not faltering for a second. It didn't take long for him to follow you over the edge, especially after you came around his cock. By the time he spilled into you, you were a sobbing shaky mess.

You finally get a break from his fingers and the overstimulation, settling his hands on your hips before pulling out to watch his cum drip down your thighs onto the floor below you. You brace yourself on the counter to try and catch your breath and your legs are far from steady enough to hold you up anyway.

" 'm gonna go shower. I love you."

Luke casually presses a kiss to your temple and tucks himself back into his shorts before turning and leaving the kitchen. You'd ask him what the fuck this was about later but for now your brain is too fuzzy to do much of anything.

[moldy-flowers]

The interesting experience of being pro Sasuke, anti konoha, pro tobirama, anti Naruto ending, pro Sasusaku, anti Itachi, pro Sakura, anti SasuNaru, pro Tobirama×Izuna, anti Madara, pro karin, anti Orochimaru, pro Uchiha and anti Hashirama. And also as much as I hate the guy danzo was kind of hot when he was younger...

[oscargender]

Obsessed with love between diary and devil bc every character seems to think they’re living in a different genre. Xiao Lanhua is convinced she’s in a silly romcom (and she’s right about half the time). To her, Dongfang Qingcang is doing all these things for her because he’s helplessly in love, not because he needs her skill and definitely not because she has any kind of power over him. Lord Changheng is in a palace drama—he’s returned from the war and longs to settle down with the sweet girl who saved him once, but his arranged marriage takes precedence over his true desires. Dongfang Qingcang is in, like, a power fantasy xianxia webnovel, so taking time to care for Xiao Lanhua pisses him off sooooo much. He just wants to skip to the part where he beheads everyone who ever opposed him

[kyouka-supremacy]

Like technically I know chuuaku as a ship has a great angst potential too. Not to me though that ship is sugar spice and everything nice

[crayonurchin]

[hauntingblue]

Oden's prophecy of young pirates coming to save wano becoming yamato's hope for his freedom.... and him becoming oden because of it.... it's just so good... on the other side luffy taking ace's spot for liberating yamato... I think I hauve covid

[pastelcheckereddreams]

Thinking about some kind of "sleeping beauty" post-canon fix-it, were we to interpret Li Lianhua to be still dying at the end of the special episode.

About how it is the simplest tragedy of all, that Li Lianhua just needed more time: Ten years, and Fang Duobing could cultivate yangzhouman powerful enough to heal him.

There is no xianxia magic to freeze time present in the drama, there are, however, nods to it - body-preserving herbs and techniques to stop the breath for three days. And how ice can freeze a body, freezes everything it touches, at the moment of death.

So I'm thinking of that, and I'm thinking about this:

How Li Xiangyi and Di Feisheng were once at the peak of the martial world, and that it is always cold at the summit of a mountain. I'm thinking about Di Feisheng (who recognises only one equal in the world) carrying Li Lianhua up a mountain along a path scattered with pine needles.

There Li Lianhua stays, out of time, a body frozen.

Perhaps he stays frozen the whole time, Di Feisheng a silent guard - standing sentry for ten more years in seclusion. His hair starts to grey at the temples. But what is another decade, if it means Li Lianhua at his side? He is willing to be the one to take the meandering path this time, if it means their zhiji can continue by their side.

Or perhaps Li Lianhua gasps awake - a split second, once every three days, to simply fall back into his breathless stupor. The presence of Di Feisheng a constant in those snippets of consciousness - 1,216 of them. As fleeting as a grain of sand in an hourglass, but a steady trickle of time nonetheless.

It's a gamble. 1216 days - 3 years and 4 months, a decade of stretched time - for Fang Duobing to cultivate the strength to save Li Lianhua.

(Yet it realistically is a decade of Fang Duobing's life - of intense training and focus, the survival of Li Lianhua on his shoulders a constant anxiety in the turmoil of the jianghu - within which he now forges a name for himself without Li Lianhua or Di Feisheng, while Di Feisheng himself has almost passed into legend, unseen since the letter on the shores of the East Sea.)

But even that borrowed time may not be enough: Li Lianhua must survive like this for three years, when he is already down to practically zero.

..It's internal power that Di Feisheng willingly gives.

Every three days, he gives another second of his life.

To die three years earlier - decades hence - with the satisfaction of decades more with both Li Lianhua and Fang Duobing at his side, is no gamble at all.

Such a small debt is meaningless, for love.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

fantasy laughingstock mawwiage but make it potc3 Flavor-

[worstloki]

di feisheng: i don't want you to die weak and a loser! li lianhua: this would be sweeter if you didn't want me to die in a better condition

[yorshie]

reading this post made me realize I needed some maskless Donnie in my life