#bc lbr

[touchlikethesun]

i'm obsessed with the way kags' brow furrows here like he literally made himself angry thinking about hinata's "wasted potential" idc what anyone says that is adorable

[poppies-from-oz]

Bringing up The Royal Book of Oz again because I need you all to be aware of how badly it butchered the Scarecrow and Tin Woodman-

The Scarecrow gets roasted by the Wogglebug in front of everyone and the Tin Woodman just straight-up does not care.

The man who once threatened the Wogglebug with death over his terrible puns doesn’t have a thing to say when the overgrown bug drives his favorite person to tears? Really? Then later on Dorothy is looking for the Scarecrow only to find that he disappeared at some point during the night. Once again, Niccolo Chopper doesn’t give a hoot.

Hey pal, maybe show a little concern over the sudden disappearance of your life partner?

The Tin Woodman spends the rest of the book back at Emerald City with Ozma, who is also quite unconcerned with how the Scarecrow has been missing for several days now. (She’s also pretty unconcerned with how Dorothy left for the Scarecrow’s house days ago and hasn’t come back yet. Bc y’know Ozma is never clingy or overprotective of loved ones!/s)

The only time the characters actually feel like themselves is in this passage near the end-

Someone should write a fic from the Tin Man’s POV where he realizes that he almost lost his husband forever all because he wasn’t thinking about his feelings.

Anyways I just wanted to share this cursed knowledge bc GOD I can’t be the only person who knows about this.

[nycteres]

Went to the albuquerque ritual and all i got was these hoochie daddy shorts

[sirendancer]

[ inspection ] sender holds receiver's face while inspecting an injury they got @val3ntines

it was almost a cruel sort of irony she'd been cursed with. immortality, and yet her injuries wouldn't heal unless she harvested yet another soul to do so. she was tired, and in a brief moment of exhaustion she'd underestimated one of her 'clients'. the next day she was sore, irritated, and so not in the mood for the warlock to suddenly make an appearance at her hotel door.

"wow, you sure know how to make a girl feel special." she murmured, fighting the urge to flinch at his sudden touch. the concern in his gaze was surprising, dark brown hues searching his gaze in confusion.

[legal-poppy]

the *only* thing motivating me to finish my assignments and graduate is the hope that maybe once i'm out of academia and have an adult job i will also have more time for my hobbies

[claraoswalds]

#mrs flood who are you: time lord edition

[haydardotjpg]

Blood sticks, sweat drips Break the lock if it don't fit A kick in the teeth is good for some A kiss with a fist is better than none

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wait what do you mean a red string of fate ties us together but all we do is strangle each other with it. what do you mean this string can only stretch and tangle but never break and yet we keep biting and gnawing on it to try to free ourselves from it anyway.

[starry-bi-sky]

mmmmmm read a disciple shen yuan/shizun luo binghe fanfic about two days ago where the first chapter was the Immortal Conference arc, and SQQ was the one who had to be pushed into the abyss (he was still the villain) except Luo Binghe was refusing and was like, lowkey losing his mind about SQQ being so close to the edge. SQQ ended up having to be the one to fall in himself because of the system's punishment system. The rest of the fic is leading up to that moment. But like, MMM i've been obsessively thinking about that first chapter for DAYS ever since.

now i've been in svsss for a grand total of *checks watch* a week. but god obsessed with that. I want to write/read a fic where disciple SQQ goes a little nuts down there. Like keep all of the things that make SQQ, SQQ, but just. Throw in a little bit more trauma in there. A little bit of a mental break. Let him go a little nuts as a treat. Just a tad unhinged. I wanna see him go, just a little, "god fuck it, i've tried so hard to change this shitty story's outcome and it feels like everything i've done has been for nothing. I'm going to die in this world no matter what I do, I've been doomed from the start, so might as well die the way I want to." and he just, breaks a little! Under all the stress.

He still retains the traits that makes shen yuan, shen yuan, like his overwhelming kindness. But he's just! yk. A little less patient. Paranoid. Jumpy. Colder. A little more aloof and closed off. A little more Shen Jiu. He's no asshole child abuser, but he was a Number One Hater in his past life and he's leaning into that old habit a little more now.

(On a totally coincidental not-at-all related note, there's not enough SJ-and-SY-are-the-same-people fics out there that i've found. This is totally unrelated...)

The Endless Abyss turns the mind into an over-sharpened blade, and SQQ is both fascinated and perhaps a little excited to explore a place that doesn't have a lot of info on it in the mortal realm, but still terrified out of his mind. And he's no Luo Binghe, he doesn't have the sheer brute strength and power to just bulldoze his way through, so he has to be a lot more sneaky and cunning if he wants to survive.

The fic itself role-swapped LBH and SQQ so that SQQ was the half-demon (which lowkey fucks) and LBH the human, but I'm equally-if-not-more obsessed with the idea that LBH remains the half-heavenly demon and SQQ the human. If only because I keep thinking about SQQ befriending some demons (particularly and specifically a group of succubi) and they grow very attached to this Human Cultivator so through magic plot stuff they create some kind of seal/illusion/talisman that makes SQQ appear as a demon because a human cultivator in the endless abyss may as well be the equivalent of putting a giant neon target on your back.

And iirc Shen Jiu was taught demonic cultivation by that one guy(?? i've only been here a week so im not caught up in ALL of the lore yet) so that could totally happen here.

(On the other end of the realms, poor Shizun Luo Binghe is just. losing his fucking mind over losing his most precious and beloved disciple. About .5 seconds from burning down the peaks himself. somebody sedate him.)

The Endless Abyss sucks and SQQ is having a really terrible time and can feel himself going lowkey mad, but also holy shit look at all this WORLD-BUILDING. look at all this flora and fauna, and oh if he had the equipment for it he'd be writing all of this down. ALL OF IT. He was kinda-sorta-already planning on never leaving the Abyss as some sort of fucked up self-exile and self-preservation thing, but now he might? actually just?? never leave if he can help it, like he lowkey likes it down here.

anyways the next time anyone ever sees SQQ again he's got hair so long its almost touching the ground and he's either in rags and half-feral or he's been completely dolled up by his adoptive succubi sisters and still about three seconds from biting anyone who tries to touch him. (he's also lowkey trying to book it back down to the abyss even if he has desperately missed all of his friends and shizun)

[dulcewrites]

I think the thing that shocks me the most about the discourse, if you can even call it that, around book Alicent vs show Alicent, is the idea that people think book Alicent had full autonomy over all her choices and she wasn’t a “victim” like show Alicent.

Now first, I put victim in quotations bc the way people who do not like her have almost bastardized that word. Alicent is a victim, and those things (rape, abuse, neglect) were done to her. That says everything about the men who did that do her and nothing about her. But people are hellbent on throwing Alicent, a woman in a violently patriarchal environment, being victimized back at people as if it is moral flaw of hers. Which is just terribly ironic bc the same folks who say Alicent “did it to herself” or “deserves what she is getting” also seem to think the crux of the story isn’t about generational trauma catching up with itself, how far people will go for power, or even how all girls and women are harmed - albeit to different degrees. But more the fact that Rhaenyra is the only woman to be harmed - and the only harm done is not getting the throne easily. Those same people wouldn’t be caught dead admitting that Rhaenyra is also a victim in the way they shit on Alicent for being. From the father who sets her up fail, to the baby daddy that’s been eyeing her since she was barely 18, to the uncle that grooms her. It takes away from the fantasy projected onto Rhaenyra if she too is surrounded by men that use her and she never escapes that.

Second, it’s funny how F&B gets heralded by some as this exploration of how history is skewed depending on who is telling it. But people can’t read between the lines (you honestly don’t even have to do that much work) with book Alicent. Showing 14 year old Alicent being preyed on, 16 year old Alicent being pregnant with her second child, and 18 year old Alicent being raped is somehow the show needlessly making Alicent a victim. But reading about a 13 year old bathing, dressing, and taking care of a king who mistakes her for the daughter he abused and neglected, and then that same girl, at 18, marrying another king that killed his previous child bride is just girl bossism on book Alicent’s part?

People hate conceptualizing the idea that (even book) Alicent is caught in patriarchal trappings bc to some that takes away from Rhaenyra’s plight…. Bc they can’t wrap their heads around several women *gasp* all going through hardships, and that ultimately people will respond to trauma differently depending on tools/knowledge they have at their disposal. Alicent neither being gleefully evil nor picking herself up by her bootstraps to somehow end years of patriarchal violence is not the neat box they want for her.

[celebrimborium]

Stop fighting me and together, let us fight them.

[yesokayiknow]

barbara and ian's exit is an unashamedly joyful one. they laugh about the missing years! they have a pigeon chasing montage! they whisper goodbye at the sky and then run off giggling! and then as vicki laughs at their joy, too happy to let the loss of her few friends sink in, one just turns his head and very gently says that he will miss them. he will miss them.

[supergraphicultramoderngirl]

wwaid (what would aabria iyengar do)

[zeroannat-archive]

[toxicanonymity]

quickie (18+)

1k words. M/f pair (raider/sweet pea if you like). manhandling, restraint, spanking, praise, unsafe PIV, semi-public, 2x use of daddy. not what I was working on last wk :').

She comes to see him when he's working–-resting, it looks like. Leaning back with one foot propped up on his desk. A bemused sparkle plays on his eyes when he gets up and approaches, hands on his hips. "Look who it is," he mutters, eyes darkening with a forward tilt of his head. She shifts her weight and fidgets with the zipper of her open leather jacket. After slowly circling her, looking her up and down, he nudges her (his) jacket off her shoulders, and tosses it to a nearby chair. He stands close behind her, admiring her pretty little dress, running his hands up and down her sides. With his front pressed up against her back, he reaches around to grope her breasts. His nose nuzzles her hair as he takes a slow whiff of her scent, then murmurs, "Need somethin’, baby?"

She turns her head and rubs her lips together before whispering, "maaybe," with the mischievous hint of a smile.

“And I'm guessin’ it can't wait.”

She bites her lip.

His big, weathered hands snake around her torso, one of them working its way lower, and he teases, “Can't wait... turnin’ into your old man, huh?”

She exhales a quiet laugh.

With his arms wrapped around her, one large hand gropes her breasts while the other reaches between her legs, under the dress, to cup her sex. No panties. He slowly runs his middle finger along her slit, all the way forward and back a few times. He lingers with his palm pressed against her sweet spot, feeling her swollen and needy. “Please,” she whispers.

“Please what?”

“Please... daddy”

His hands both stop for a moment, one cupping a breast, and his other palm warm, wet and snug between her legs. His heartbeat quickens.

Her face tingles. “I–you take good care of me.”

“Yeah?” Growing stiffer and thicker where it counts, he holds her close and pushes his hips forward, letting her feel how hard he is. "The things I wanna do to you..." He sucks in a chest full of air and the wind of his exhale hits her hair.

He holds her a little tighter. “What is it ya want, sweetpea?”

She looks back with a slight mist in her eyes. “To feel you deep,” she whispers.

“Mmm,” he responds with hunger, then withdraws his hand to admire the glisten and bring it to her face. A growl rumbles from his chest as she licks it clean, the gentle slide of her tongue making him twitch against her.

Without bothering to go somewhere more private, he lifts her slightly off the ground and carries her over to the desk. He sets her down then nearly slams her into the desk as he bends her over. He holds her down with one hand near the nape of her neck. "Stay," he commands, and she doesn't move as he lifts his hand. "Good girl."

With his warm, hard bulge pressed against her crack, his belt buckle jingles behind her. He puts her wrists together and uses one hand to hold them, while his other hand slides his belt off. He secures the belt around her wrists, with his pants growing tighter as he finishes the double cuff.

"Mmm, baby." He pushes his hips forward, his hardness making her gasp. “You're askin’ for it.”

He backs up and slaps her ass and she lets out a little whimper with the way it makes her need him even more. He smacks her ass once more, then nudges her foot to spread her legs. He urgently scrunches up her dress. His cupped hand hits her cunt, and the smack sounds harder than it landed. With his fingertips on her mound and a thumb on her ass, he beckons her parts, and she tilts her hips in obedience.

“Good girl,” he mutters again. “Gotta be quick, okay?”

He grabs onto the belt with one hand and with the other he aligns his stiff manhood where she's dripping for him. With his naked arousal prodding at her entrance, the contact makes her gasp. He pushes half his tip inside. Then he checks the belt around her wrists, giving it a tug to make sure it stays secure. His hips press forward, pushing her soft walls out of the way as his thick, stiff length slides into her. Holding onto the belt, he bottoms out.

He pauses and slides his broad palms up her arms to her shoulders and on their way back down, he withdraws half his length. Then he holds onto the belt for leverage and slams back in.

Then, a sharper, deep thrust. And another. The way her body hugs his, his hips are soon on auto pilot. He pounds her unforgivingly. . .grunting, breathing vocally, gripping the belt. “Good girl,” he mutters. Relishing in her sounds of pleasure, he has his way with her, not holding back. His primal instinct pushes him deep and fast. "You're doin’ so good," he pants. "Bein’ so good for me–ohhh,” he moans when the praise makes her squeeze him. “God damn,” he mutters. His strong, bare ass flexes as he fucks her with his jeans sitting around his thighs. The force of his rhythm has her drifting forward on the surface. He slows down, anchors his hands on her hips and pulls her back into him hard. After bottoming out hard with moan, he's back to the same pace and power. After a couple more minutes, she lets out a tell tale whimper.

“Take it so good,” he pants, close to exploding. “Go ‘head–ugghh– come for me, baby.”

She whimpers again.

Without stopping, he bends forward and forces a hand under her to grope her breast. “Come on, baby,” he pants, “come for me.” He breathes heavily for a few thrusts, and she spasms. “Good girl,” he pants, “yeah, come for daddy.”

A white hot pleasure seizes her. Her chest lifts off the desk and she squeezes his cock as she throbs, setting off his own peak. He erupts in a series of moans and muttered curses, seeming to push deeper with every burst. She moans every massive twitch.

His warm spend fills her up over what feels like half a minute, then he stays inside, catching his breath as her pleasure echoes. “Good girl,” he repeats.

Still inside her, he unfastens the belt and loosens it, helping to free her hands. There are impressions on her wrists.

When he pulls out, she whines, “mMM."

“C’mon, baby.” He puts her dress back down to cover her up. He pets her head reassuringly, then pats her butt. She pushes herself up and turns over to face him, leaning against the desk. He runs his hands up and down her sides and looks fondly into her eyes. “You know i’d do this all day if I could.”

“I know,” she says with a shy smile, then it fades to worry as she hears someone coming. “Was I bad to come here?”

He shakes his head no, and his eyes go from her eyes to her lips and back. “You're my good girl, sweetpea.” He cups her head with both hands and gives her a soft kiss on the forehead. Then he grabs a tissue and hands it to her with a wink.

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Ty for reading 🖤

and it hasn't been easy lately so ty very much for the encouragement & support, including belt enthusiast @theblackarmor , raider devotee @milla-frenchy , lincoln wife @missannwinchester, slasher wife @thesummerpetrichor, night walks pumpkin @aurorawritestoescape, and mean girl @dark-scape, to shout out a few. but I'm grateful for each one of you.

[mamawasatesttube]

it always gets me when ppl try to paint timkon as nerd/jock. like i mean you could, but here's the thing. tim is the jock. kon is the nerd.

[lambmotifz]

dean’s eyes linger upon sam’s body…….