#and he should choke on it too

[xxxball-fondlerxxx]

jewish people who have worked on star trek you have all my love. EXCEPT jj abrams you have negative love from me i think you smell jj abrams.

[teehee-vibes]

Agonized over the fact that when Chip reunites with Arlin, no matter how it happens, whether Arlin is dead or alive, corrupted or stable, preserved as he was or aged by time and magic… whether it’s a moment of joy and relief at a long-awaited reunion or a heart-shattering episode of grief because Chip is too late, Chip can’t even cry about it.

[faerieomenart]

Jubilee! I wanted to practice lighting! Took only a few hours out of my day because I was in the zone. Alt versions VVV

Date drawn: Sept 3, 2024 :))!!

Left out my signature and only added my watermark. Still trying to figure it out...

[dirtytransmasc]

[mild tw for marital rape/forced 'consent' its only referenced a little, but it feels necessary to mention it]

imagine Alicent only standing up for herself when Aegon is in the picture. Imagine her talking her son to her chambers cause he's fussy and won't go down for bed and was asking for his mum, and she has him tucked close, blissfully asleep, and Viserys calls for her.

she knows she can't refuse, but she tells the servant he had sent to make him aware of Aegon's state. he still demands that she be brought to his chambers and that the babe go back to his nursemaid. she looks down at her baby, who's now woken due to the disturbance, who is staring up at her with soft tired eyes, a little yawn escaping him.

she doesn't want to go, she doesn't want to be forced to take her husband, to pleasure him at her own discomfort. she doesn't want to leave her son, to have him sent back to bed where he will remain restless and in the care of someone who is not his mother. she had never want to refuse more than she did in that moment.

she hesitates, her facade falters. Aegon is still looking up at her as tears well up in her eyes. he quirks his head at her, fingers reaching for her cheeks as if to comfort her. with a sudden conviction, she takes him in her arms, rising from the bed, requesting a robe and a blanket. when her servant looks at her in question, she clarifies that she will be taking Aegon with her and does not wish to rouse him in attempts to dress him. they look at her with shock, but don't voice the concern written on their faces.

they bring her Viserys's favorite robe. Alicent recognizes it from her time with Rhaenyra and Aemma. she's worn it before, Viserys has made sure the servants bring it to her every time he requests her. she hates the way it feels against her skin, knowing why he makes her wear it. she wraps aegon in his blanket, soft and royal blue, his hands beginning to play with its golden tassles as she tucks him inside her robe, pressed to her chest with care.

even as fear bites at her heels, anxiety churning her stomach, she walks to Viserys's chamber with her held high. she knows she is only asking for her husband's wrath; she knows she should just obey him, but she just can't. her son will not suffer a sleepless night and horrid following day all because her husband feels the need to use her body once more. he will not suffer at his father's hands tonight, even if she has to endure Viserys's anger for it.

she enters her husband's chambers, finding him in bed, in a white night gown, clearly ready to use her; he was never subtle when he asked for her, not even the first time.

she pauses in the doorway, pulling back the robe slightly, making him aware of Aegon's presence. she watches his face fall, barely muted anger. she holds onto Aegon tighter. part of her fears he may hurt her for this disturbance, but more of her fears he will hurt Aegon on her behalf.

"I told the damned servants to take him," his voice is warped and cruel, just an angry scowl of sorts.

"Aegon is not well, dear husband... I could not leave him," she admits before he can say anything else. she puts her foot forward as a mother, hoping to claim mercy from the man who made her one.

he mutters something in response, not quite loud enough for her to hear. she has a feeling she is grateful for that.

"what was it you needed, my dear?" she tries to sound sweet and kind, in attempts to abate his anger, "I'm sure I could still attend to it."

"you know what I wanted," he yelled. it had been the first time he'd truly raised his voice to her. she couldn't help but gasp, stepping back one step, than two, stopping when Aegon began to fuss, curling around him instead.

"Please Viserys, the baby." she ducks her head down to press her against his whispy white hair. her son his huffing, as if about to cry, and she's sure if she could see his face, his little cheeks would be red and his eyes would be crinkled and wet, his lip puckered. she begins to rock him slightly, still afraid to move.

"your'e dismissed," he grunts, but his tone gives it away. she knows he doesn't mean it, the if she leaves she will be in more trouble. she questions staying, calling a servant to take Aegon and giving him what he wants, but decides against it. he would not come before her son, not now, not ever.

"I'm sorry, my dear, another night, when I do not have Aegon to tend to," she forces some cheer into her tone, "he is still so young, so helpless. he needs his mother. I'm sure you understand?"

"he is not the only one in need of you." he had not lost his anger yet. not even for the sake of his son.

"yes, of course. forgive me. only he is not as understanding as you, my love." that wasn't the truth, Aegon was more kind and understanding at a year old, than viserys was in all of his years. "I will leave now. I am sorry for the disturbance."

she pauses for a moment, waiting for her husbands reaction. when he doesn't lash out at her, she breathes a quiet sigh of relief, feeling as though she has evaded a great beast. her heart calms in her chest, slowing from its fluttering and her stomachs stops its dizzing ache. she questions turning and running, fleeing from his presence before he can change his mind, but knows better.

she hurries to his side, eyeing him all the while, each step calculated, avoiding cracking any eggshells, until she is close enough to kiss his cheek. he allows it, and gives Aegon grace when he reaches out for him, letting him play with his finger a moment, before pulling it away, not even turning away fully before sneering. she takes that as her cue to leave, this one being much more genuine than the last.

"goodnight dear husband." he says nothing. she takes Aegon's little hand, waving it slightly, "say goodnight Aegon."

her son tries to imitate her, though unintelligible, as a toddler would. she continues to smile and coo at him even when his father ignores him, not letting him feel his father's scorn, quickly turning towards the door and back to her own chambers.

the second the door is close she feels herself sag, she would have fallen to the floor right then and there had there not been kingsgaurd watching. instead she holds her head high once more, walking calm and steady, like a queen should.

Aegon settles his forehead against her collar, giving a great yawn against her skin. she smiles at him fondly, kissing his brow, earning a tired little giggle from him. it hits her that he is unaware of the trouble he just saved her from. she feels equal parts relief as she does terror; she hopes he never knows, never understands, but is so so thankful for it none the less.

the second she steps into her chambers she pulls of the robe, setting it aside carefully despite the pain it brings her, respecting the memories it carried. she pulls back the covers before smothering her and her son amongst them. he's quick to curl against her, quite tuckered out after their harrowing adventure, even if he was unaware of its true weight. she herself still wanted to cry, but was similarly too tired to keep her eyes open for another moment. tomorrow, she tells herself, tomorrow will be difficult, but tonight you have your son, tonight you have a chance to rest.

so she does, she holds him close, tracing fingers over the gold threaded patterned of his blanket, feeling the shifting of his chest as he breathes and the tickle of his hair against her neck. all is well in that moment. she drifts to sleep at the thought.

[coworkerjonathan]

This is a call out post for your toxic behavior

...Ahem.

Thank you very much for the delicious lunch today. You looked - let me check my notes - very gender while preparing the food. Just the most mascufeminine aura while eating with me, a truly trans-a-gressive conversation and very nonconforming cuddles afterwards. Not a single binary to be found.

[rebornofstars]

nobody fucking touch me rn i went to see tf one in the cinema and im shaking. they actually made a good transformers movie. what the fuck

[atopvisenyashill]

looking back i DO wish i whacked rhaenyra more in that one ask i got about “it’s just kind of stupid for rhaenyra to execute one of her siblings right” i got really focused on that show moment from alicent’s perspective because…shamefully i will admit………….as an aligon shipper i was like how dARE THEY DO THIS TO ME like i’m still heated tbh i know how they wanted that scene to hit and i did NOT feel it on the alicent/aegon end.

but like that’s the point i’m always on about, is the kinslaying thing is SERIOUS and there’s simply no way for rhaenyra to recover politically from publicly executing or being explicitly linked to aegon’s death when she’s ALREADY facing maegor allegations!! and rhaenyra knows this it’s why she’s so angry at daemon. optics are simply so much more important for her & if she’s trying to take the throne while she’s a woman and she’s got these fucking andal/first men looking kids, she can’t just DO SHIT LIKE THAT. and how do i know she can’t recover politically? it’s bc she doesn’t lmao helaena is the precursor the city needs to explode in part because of the kinslaying taboo!!! nyra’s a woman clearly aware of the optics, she talks about how she’s perceived constantly when she tries to emulate visenya, when she does her ding dong ditch routine with aemond, when she slaps whatshisface and talks about fear, even if she’s colossally bad at judging how her actions will look, she knows how shes SUPPOSED to be looking. so it was like rhaenyra. that’s a dumb ultimatum and you KNOW it’s dumb, there's NO WAY these people will forgive you for executing YOUR OWN BROTHER after your party (regardless of who is to blame, again, something she KNOWS) just murdered his child while he was sleeping in bed.

so that was why that convo annoyed me to the level it did. i didn’t love the sept scene for example but at least the general conversation they were having fit the characters - the stubborn rhaenyra “we need to sue for peace” vs the frustrated alicent “we live in reality not your head” IS a common argument w those two, so i do Get what they’re going for on a character level. but the finale scene didn’t feel like an argument between two people who have known each other their whole lives, there simply weren’t enough low blows. i think rhaenyra could get away with out and out killing aemond bc of the luke death but literally anyone else named targaryen looks just soooo bad so it was frustrating not only for rhaenyra to stupidly suggest this but then alicent crumbling immediately made me gasp at my screen i was so mad.

[coconut530]

OH. HEY.

MY HUNGER IS SATIATED.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

*furiously waves* 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

[constantineshots]

psa: feed john constantine so he doesn't put your life in mortal danger.

[bonnieisaway]

seven's the best protag ever because i could make a million "get you a man who" jokes about him. get you a man who looks at him the way thirteen does. get you a man who has undefeated whimsy and love for the world like seven. get you a man who holds his friends above everything else. get you a man who'd rather go broke and hungry rather than tear apart the bonds between people. get you a man who'd get himself killed for someone who barely knows him. get you a man who'd get himself killed for an island which he's barely familiar with. get you a man who'd dress up as you and settle the arguement between you and your girlfriend including a really long serenade. get you a man who could both save the girl in white like that and also let thirteen save him like that. get you a man who's driven purpose in life is loving others

[theood]

The Dream of Drowning

Warnings: Child death, vague description of drowning

It is said one can drown in as little as an inch of water.

To an adult, to one Arthur Lester, that amount is infinitely small. Something so small, so easily forgettable that he doesn't give it the chance to root in his mind.

And, why should he? He's washed Faroe before. Gentle, soft- fingers feather light as he scrubbed her delicate hair, as he used the smallest cup, his own large hand shielding her eyes. He's done every step of bathing her before.

When one has a routine, deviations from that routine do not come naturally. Switching, from one task to another, is not within human capabilities.

A part of him would like to blame her.

A part of him would like to blame himself.

A part of him is still holding her small body.

He's holding her, the tub water is warm. Faroe is colder than she should be.

His mouth is moving, the tub is filled to a point where he knows it must have barely covered her little belly. Still chubby from baby fat not yet gone.

Her hair is splayed to her face, her eyes still have life in them.

He doesn't dare shake her. She's so small. You can't shake her, Arthur. The voice in his head tells him.

"Faroe!" He yells.

He never yelled. Not with her. Her body, so small when cradled, soaks his shirt. He knows what will happen next.

He opens her mouth, blows air in it, hits her on her back, between the shoulder blades. Breathe again, hit again. Breathe again, hit again. Breathe again, hit again. Breathe.

Coughing. Hacking.

Arthur runs out of breath. Faroe, so little, has none to give to him.

He's cold now, his clothes damp, his daughter, slightly pale, slightly blue around the lips. He holds her still, cradled now to his heart.

"Daddy's here Faroe. It's time to wake up now sweetheart. You're so cold. Daddy's going to get you in warmer pajamas. Come on now Faroe."

He didn't cry.

Arthur Lester swallowed, rocking himself before his child. His voice waivered. "Hush little baby don't you cry, momma's gonna buy you a mockingbird. And if that mockingbird don't sing..."

Arthur never finishes the lullaby. Faroe is dead. Dead babies do not need nursery rhymes to fall asleep. His fingers do not need to play a piano. The keys do not need to plucked against her fat, little arm to gather a bubble of giggles.

Arthur Lester has remembered that his daughter is dead. He was never holding her. He never drained the tub. He never sung for her, he never saw her face.

Arthur has woken up, choking for a breath, coughing, taking in gulps of air that do nothing as he claws frantically at the air.

Everything is dark.

It is so dark.

Why can't he see? He's so scared. Everything is too much.

His lungs burn, and his movement is sluggish, and his head drops.

He has remembered, it only takes an inch of water.

Arthur Lester wakes up.

Faroe is still dead.

[tarpitbell]

11:23

I'm a damn leech. That's all I am

[kosher-salt]

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[bat-the-misfit]

i only know two Ni doms irl but they're both driving me crazy

[jiilll]

I NEED to know more about the singer will x actor Nico from Disney channel PLEASEEEE 🙏🙏🙏

Oh i wasnt planning anything for the au it was just a short ramble at the moment haha.. BUT!! You know how random dcom/show clips go viral from time to time on tiktok or twt like the debby ryan hair tuck or the camp rock marching scene… yeah lets just say nico has his fair share of *those* types of embarassingly hard to look at scenes as well…

will would love making jokes it.. because the way nico’s cheeks would puff and turn cherry red and his eyebrows scrunched together as he weakly punches will whenever he cites a dialogue quote was just too adorable to ignore. and at one point nico was a hair’s width close to commit murder againts global superstar william solace after he causes an old clip to go viral

percy as his character : hi welcome to daily brew what can i getcha?

nico as his character : *twirls hair* pumpkin spice latte please

percy : coming right up-

nico : *just snorting and twirling his hair* uhmm actually those basic pumpkin spice lattes annoy me- just coffe is fine!

*laughing track*

percy, seemingly so endeared, although jockingly : ok wow.. im in love

*background track fawning over*

nico : *bites inside his cheek, hides smile behind bangs*

percy, pretending to not know : name?

nico, rolling his eyes while smiling : ugh, seriously?!

*laughing track*

percy : *eyebrows raised*

nico : ughhh *giggles* fine!

nico : *lowers his chin onto his right palm as he rests his elbow on the counter

nico : senorita awesome! 🤓☝️

lets just say nico became a meme for like 2 weeks, where throughout the fortnight he refuses to kiss will AT ALL like not even a peck on the cheek and thus will learns to keep quirky teen character nico clips all to himself

[seokljin]

heart broken into million pieces ;;-;;