#are my weak spot

[notherpuppet]

Some folks have been asking why everyone is mean to Alfie (he needs it!!! he is dangerous if unchecked!!!)

[taterdraws]

been thinking about them a whole lot

[blue-bird1967]

long time no see, rookie~

[pussypopstiel]

Its not our fault we are currently experiencing a rewriting of history and a mass revolt against the institution that is destiel

[deepspacenova]

BEAUTY VERSUS BEAST

1000 words. Banter. Tension. Hurt/comfort. AU (not as much anymore, I guess).

Note: Had this ready to go and then our actual beast Sylus was announced so let’s just roll with it xx

"Ow. That hurts," he bites out, the lines of his forearms tensing against the pressure of your palm.

Rolling your eyes, you dips the blood-soaked cloth in water and wrings it out before gliding it over the same spot.

“Stop, I said that hurts.” Sylus snarls, yanking his arm from your grasp.

“Well maybe if you’d stop jerking your arm around it wouldn’t hurt so much,” you fire back.

Swiping your hair from your eyes, you ignore his warning growl, grabbing his arm back and holding it toward the icy white light filtering through the velvet curtains.

“You should’ve listened when I said not to go in there.” He repeats, the words grating like stones against each other. But there's something... softer beneath them.

As if you hadn’t heard him the first three times. You snap, “Well maybe you should’ve listened to me, instead of unleashing your damn temper.”

You’re locked in a silent battle, anger and confusion and... gratitude swirling together like the snowflakes outside. You still can’t believe he’d saved you like that — so viciously, so single-mindedly.

“But, um—“ you trail off. You look down, blowing another piece of hair from your face as you press the cloth down once again.

There’s a sudden warmth against your cheek, brushing the offending strand from your face and tucking it away behind your ear. The care of the motion entirely at odds with the sharpness of his tone moments ago.

The shell of your ear is traced by what could only be the heated pad of a finger for just a heartbeat longer than necessary before it vanishes, leaving cool air in its absence.

You look up, eyes wide just as Sylus snatches his hand back. A faint pink tint deepens on his cheeks and he clears his throat.

“Thank you. For saving me.”

“Don’t mention it, kitten.”

Your lips part, a retort forming, but the words catch in your throat. The nickname lingers between them, heavy and electric, sending a flush crawling up your neck. You should roll your eyes again but instead, you find herself holding his gaze.

“I really wish you’d stop calling me that,” you mutter, your beating heart pounding away the biting tone you’d intended.

His lips tip up, eyes flicking to the heat you can feel spreading across your cheeks. “Why’s that?”

“Because it’s ridiculous,” you sigh, focusing back on the wound, though your hand hesitates mid-movement. “I’m not some- some pet, Sylus.”

“No, you’re not a pet.” He lowers down, the sudden proximity capturing your next inhale. He'd been sitting in his chair, elbow resting on the arm for your ministrations, but now his forearms are on his knees, and the faint scent of leather and smoke cloud your senses. “But you’re fierce. And you’re beautiful. And you’re… mine.”

Your hand stills completely, the cloth slipping from your fingers and into the bowl with a soft plop. You look up at him, your heart thundering against your ribs. “You don’t mean that.”

“Don’t I?” he asked, his expression softening. He reaches out again, more confident this time, his knuckle brushing your cheek. “You don’t see it, do you? The way you throw yourself into danger without thinking."

His knuckle traces the curve of your jaw. "The fire in your eyes when you’re yelling at me."

"The way you make me feel like I’d burn the world down to keep you safe.” The knuckle comes to rest below your bottom lip.

“Sylus…” your words get lost in the breath, leaving your lungs in a shaky exhale.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he reassures, your pulse thundering in your ears as his words wrap around her, thick and heavy. His gaze dips to your lips. “But if you want me to stop, you’d better say something now.”

You swallow hard, the air between you thick and meaningful and loud in the absence of your words.

His hand slides to the back of your neck with a firm, almost possessive grip. His thumb brushes against your skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. “Good."

Before you could reply — or protest, though you aren't sure you want to — he closes the distance, the space between you vanishing with a tension that feels like the air before a lightning strike.

The kiss isn’t soft or tentative; it's raw, consuming. A declaration as much as it's an action. His mouth claims yours with a fervor that leaves no room for doubt, his hand fisting in your hair to hold you exactly where he wants you. The warmth of his body radiates against yours, his uninjured arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you up onto the chair, erasing what little space had remained.

You gasp against his mouth and he takes advantage, deepening the kiss with an urgency that matches yours. His teeth graze your bottom lip, a teasing nip that makes your muscles loosen and you have to lace your fingers into his hair to restrain yourself, to make yourself remember he's hurt.

“Mine,” he breathes against your lips, his voice a husky growl.

Your mind spins, your heart racing as you try to push back the swirl of emotions overwhelming her. But when your hands grip his shoulders, instead of pushing him away, you pull him closer, matching his intensity with a fierceness of your own.

For a moment, nothing else exists — just the warmth of his touch, the softness of his lips, and the feeling that maybe, just maybe, you aren't as alone as you thought.

[luvaaheee]

i think of this game before i go to bed every night

[cheshira-go]

— you wold turn around (1) (2)

"if i was orpheus i would simply not turn around"

but you would.

if you were orpheus and you loved eurydice, you would. whichever version of the myth — he hears her stumble, he can't hear her at all, he thinks he's been tricked — he turns around because he loves her. that's why it's a tragedy. because he loves her enough to save her. because he loves her so much he can't save her.

because he will always, always turn around.

[aprilblossomgirl]

[Nobody can be strong all the time. Everyone has vulnerabilities that can trigger them.]

Wandee Goodday (2024) Episode Two | Dir. Golf Tanwarin Sukkhapisit

[agentc0rn]

He dared to fly high and beyond

With a will that burned hotter than the sun itself

Outstretched his hand

Just to feel a modicum of its light

Longing to possess its brilliance, power, legacy

Enveloped and overwhelmed

His wings of crystals cracked and he fell

Down into the heart of the sea

Just before the tides claimed him

From the skies, came down them

and reached a hand for his.

[holmesandbees]

Can we all say thank you to Granada Holmes for showing Holmes and Watson reacting this way to a blackmailer bringing up how he destroyed a gay man’s life?

[sandflakedraws]

are we confessing? *whispering* i fell in love with your art via The Attic AU and may have saved a bunch of it when people got weird. hope that's not too weird. idk if people are still weird about it. anyway your whump is phenomenal.

eh, occasionally people are still weird about it, but! on the whole, most of the people (and anons) interacting with me have been kind & reasonable <: )

it's honestly something i think i got very lucky with; i've had some pretty sweet followers over the years. it's very humbling, and something i don't mean to take for granted.

,,, also as a bonus for u - floyd hasn't escaped similar treatment

[harbingersglory]

hii could i req an soft dom arlecchino x sub/fem reader?? something w a really needy whiny reader n maybe like a mommy kink or thigh riding IDK tysm for ur time !

{☆} characters arlecchino {☆} notes drabble, fem reader, sub reader {☆} warnings 18+ content

"Slowly, doll. We're not in a rush." Arlecchino reprimands lightly, squeezing your hips with just enough force to keep you unmoving on her thigh– she was still being gentle, but the subtle warning in her tone spoke to how easily she could push you against the desk and turn you into such a mess that you couldn't even remember your own name..just that you were hers.

But the barest hint of stimulation from her slacks pressed against your throbbing cunt had you twitching, barely able to form words. All you could think about was the scorching, twisting need building in your stomach, desperation for relief slowly climbing until you'd think she was doing this on purpose to drive you mad.

"Please– 'm a good girl, right? I've been good.." You choked out, only to be met with the rough, husky laugh echoing in your ear that made you feel dizzy with a rush of need, her nails gliding along the skin of your hips as she pressed you down even more firmly– you couldn't see her face but it was easy to imagine the crooked smile twisting her lips at the way you inhaled sharply and tried to buck against her thigh.

"Shh. I know, doll. I've got you, just relax." She murmured in that sickly sweet tone that always had your knees buckling, the raspiness of her voice sending shivers down your spine. It was almost impossible to relax with her so close, the notes of metal lingering on her skin despite how well she presents herself– but you trusted her, despite how you know you shouldn't.

"There we go. Good girl." Arlecchino's grip on your hips loosened just enough for you to move if you so wished, and oh did it take every ounce of restraint to not do just that..she hadn't said you were allowed to, and you weren't about to spoil her good mood by being a brat. Not tonight, anyway. "Do you want to cum, doll?"

The fervent nod you offer in place of words draws a laugh from her lips, one that is almost mocking, making your face flush in embarrassment– but the sudden tap against your hip makes your mind go blank to the point you forget it all together, focused only on the feeling of her thigh rubbing against your cunt as you bucked against her thigh, the fabric slick and wet against your inner thighs. You'd have half the heart to be embarrassed about that, too, if not for the sudden brush of her thumb against your aching, neglected clit. Just that small touch has you speeding up your movements, practically drooling as you whimpered like a dog in heat.

"That's more like it, doll. Such a pretty girl." Arlecchino hummed, her other hand trailing up your stomach, between the valley of your breasts and ghosting across your throat before settling on grabbing your jaw in a firm, yet almost tender touch as she tilted your head to the side just enough for her to pull you into a burning kiss. It left you lightheaded, grinding down against her thigh as she claimed your mouth as her own, her thumb still ghosting over your clit sporadically.

She'd spent so long teasing you, constantly touching you but never where you needed her, that you already felt like you were going to snap like a wire. She must've been in a really good mood, then, when she pulled away from the kiss with an almost predatory lick of her lips, yet she settled on pressing kisses to your skin rather then the usual sharp bite of her teeth as they sunk into the curve of your shoulder.

"Are you close? Go on. I want to see your face when you cum– you look the prettiest when you finally break apart, doll." Arlecchino mused idly– as if she wasn't talking to you while you continued to rub your aching cunt against her thigh, chasing your own release through shaky, strained breaths. Her thumb swiped over your lips, brushing strands of hair stuck to your skin from your face– at the same time as she swiped her thumb more firmly against your clit, creating a vicious contrast that had you both melting at the barest hint of almost softness from her and the touch of her hand between your legs, dragging you into an orgasm that leaves you trembling and, had she not shoved her fingers into your mouth, screaming, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes.

"All done, little doll. Take it easy." She murmured, voice so quiet you almost didn't hear it, thumb swiping across your cheek to wipe away the stray tear, her hands pulling away to settle on your sides. "You did well– good girl. Let me take it from here."

[jeriafterdark]

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Beach Days continued~

[apocalyypse]

Supernatural → S1EP11: Scarecrow

[hyakunana]

The special edition of Venigni's Landmark Guide

[idontmindifuforgetme]

The whole “be responsible not for other people’s feelings but to them” distinction is so so true… at some point you need to realize that other people’s insecurities really are their responsibility & dimming or contorting yourself to make them feel better helps neither you nor them. Firstly, bc they need to realize what they’re doing and grow up. And secondly, bc you’re not just compromising on a one-time thing. You’re comprising on who you are as a person. I don’t want to look back when I’m older and stay stuck wishing I held my ground despite people’s projections or asserted my presence more or didn’t apologize so much for who I am. I really just want to own everything (the good and bad) & continue doing what makes me happy