#bear with me pls

[tonia-aaaaa]

Heathers but it's the Bad Boys... Bad Boys but it's the Heathers...

UPDATE: there's a part 2 now, for anyone who wants to see Scott & Martyn as Veronica & JD!

[namjoonaaah]

his time

[gellertalbus]

Jamie Campbell Bower as Henry Creel in Stranger Things 4x06

[gothghostiie]

Okay last one for now : 😉

So I have discovered what yandere is, this being said

Imagine Wesker infecting you so he could save you save instead of Chris or something.

Mwah 💋

OOOOOO THE DRAMA

wesker definitely does shit like that. whether you want it or not.

after all he knows what's best for you, doesn't he?

you're his dearheart how could he not save you instead of chris! or anyone at that matter.

the definition of "I would sacrifice the whole world just so you can take another breath"

[pterygoidwalk]

another blemish

[rslgatekeeper]

i found the cure to growing older

and you're the only place that feels like home

just so you know, you never know

some secrets were meant to be told

but i found the cure to growing older

[amourtoken]

Would yall be mad if I posted piss kink content tmrw

[crazy-as-a-jaybird]

Jay, fully aware of her actions: I am just going to sit down and relax with this episode of my comfort show

Also Jay 44 minutes and 35 seconds later: FUCKDAMN IT COME FUCKING ON, JANUS AND ROMAN WERE RIGHT

[honeyedmiller]

sorry part four of burning desire is taking so long… i’m at 4k words and i’m not even close to being done with the chapter 🙃

[22ndnervousbreakdown]

Ok, I watched the whole GO s2, so. Spoilers (and my frustration) below.

You can judge me all you want but I'm gonna be honest here, it literally shouldn't have existed and I mean it. I wasn't keen on the idea of s2 from the very beginning and tried to prepare for the worst but even I didn't imagined it would be THIS. I'm so mad now.

It's straight up fanfiction. Bad fanfiction. I don't know what possessed Neil to write this, especially since he doesn't know if the s3 will ever be approved. Although, ok, I probably do know because this thing is just straight up bait for people to ask for s3. But like. I didn't think Neil could be THAT kind of person?? That kind of author??

And like IT'S NOT EVEN JUST THE ENDING it's the whole fucking season that's bad. The plot is nowhere near the quality of the s1 and the book, it's just moderately okay at the very most, if you don't count the ending. If you count the ending, it's basically like if a fanfiction author didn't know how to end their fic, so they just scribbled an "open" final and made it sad to play on ppl's emotions and get comments. Honestly. The only difference is that a fanfiction author would probably do that to avoid writing more of that fic, and here it's made like that to make people want s3 all the more and do everything in their power to convince Amazon to greenlight it. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK????

I don't even think I want there to be s3 now tbh. It would probably have a more sufficient ending (though, would it? I wouldn't be so sure now), but I don't think it would be better quality, and it certainly wouldn't erase the disaster s2 turned out to be. What I want the most is probably to forget this whole thing happened, erase it out of the existence (like they wanted to do with Aziraphale, get it? Oh my god what an original and interesting plot device that was, I never saw anything quite like that, and when it was resolved by deus ex machina aka metatron? Such a clever move, just amazing), but it's not possible sadly, so idk. Maybe we as a fandom can just pretend it never happened and act like there was no s2, idk. That's what I might try to do, maybe spare a couple of good scenes or nice shots, but ignore the rest of it. What do you think? The mysterious s2 that never came out and we only got some extra scenes and maybe some new ideas for our artworks? Wait, what was that I was talking about for so long?

[mmmatchasims]

Aster: The bridge to the island in the bay had just been built, and I went on the day it opened. I was hoping to beat the crowds and do some foraging; I thought it would be a good spot to find mushrooms.

[rennsdeaddoves]

breath of the wild anyone??

okokokokokok i know i said dbz had a chokehold on me and it still kinda does ngl but. BUT. breath of the wild...

more specifically

THIS BITCH

and i know what the main complaint is gonna be "oh renn he's such an ass though" I KNOW and i love him for it. i may be able to fix him but if not i can def fuck him and that is final. so i have a new fic in the works, once it gets a description i'll be putting it in the fic list or if i just too exicted imma just put it up.

also my significant other has told me repeatedly that they are getting tears of the kingdom for me as soon as it is released so yeah... Zelda's not going away any time soon lmao

[jongside]

My love for seoho cheeks is on another level

[dmagedgoods]

Along the path - Daring Advances

Male Commander/Daeran, first kiss AO3 ~~~ Drezen, Lamashan 13, 4715 The soft wide seat cushion shielded them from the cold of the ground while the battlements of the city walls kept them hidden from prying eyes. He felt the warmth radiating from the candlestand behind him, but even stronger from a place deep within his chest. Daeran gestured in his natural elegance, punctuating his speech with vivid merriment while he answered his question about the events of his day with a small anecdote about a servant’s mishap with an order of Galdurian wine and his ideas on how to proceed with the five unexpected crates. There was not a trace of his usual sharpness in his words. His comments lacked their biting edge and he seemed utterly at ease. As it happened so often, Salvadore found himself captivated by his words, entranced by his voice, wishing he could freeze this moment and stay in it forever. “So, here we are, alone, at this utterly insignificant, tedious business meeting,” Daeran finished his story and came back to what he refused to call a date. “Would you be so kind as to suggest a conversation starter? We need something boring and practical to talk about. Boring and practical, as you know, is not exactly my forte.” Salvadore raised a brow, although more in amusement than in irritation, and hoping for the insolent count that he didn’t mean to imply he was more familiar with this field, well, at least not with the first part of it, in terms of practical, he could be superior, indeed. “Army logistics,” he joined Daeran’s little game and suggested something that should qualify. It was his own least favorite part of the Crusade management, mainly since no one in the sector seemed to be vaguely competent or capable of following through with his orders. “A fine choice,” Daeran answered, as expected. “This topic is boring and complex enough that two people who are completely uninterested in each other could spend an evening discussing it. In fact, I do have some understanding of logistics.” And therefore, you are now the proud owner of five crates of Galdurian wine instead of five bottles? Salvadore didn’t interrupt him with the mocking question, but he was sure Daeran could read it on his face. Gracefully ignoring his amused expression, he continued: “– sometimes it takes a great deal of effort to get the goods you need shipped from distant parts of Golarion. So, get ready to listen to my lecture on the best companies specializing in magical teleportation services. I must alert you in advance – the list is quite long. It consists of around … two dozen enterprises. With all their terms and conditions, including their pricing policies …” Should Daeran hope to actually bore him, he was tremendously mistaken. If anything, a list of companies specializing in magical teleportation services was exactly what they needed to finally improve the logistic situation. There only was one problem: He definitely didn’t want to deepen this topic right here and now and Daeran knew it all too well, toying with him as usual. Soft snowflakes got caught in his hair, shimmering like molten gold in the shine of the candles’ light. It was tousled as if it had decided to join the levity and lighthearted freedom of the moment. He yearned to sink his hand into those soft, irresistible curls, feel them around his fingers like the finest silk, smell the scent of wild herbs and roses … Gods, he had dreamed about it for too long, of how this insufferable man would feel captured in his arms, trembling at his touch, breathing his name. He wanted him. He wanted him so much the sensation grew into a hot tearing in his very core. “Are you absolutely positive you don’t want me to stop now?” It was difficult not to drown in the view of his angelic face, not to sink too deep in the gleaming of his eyes, sparkling in mocking joy, or to lose himself while watching those wide, impertinent lips, adorned with a smug little smile. “I think I know one way,” he answered, voice low and with quiet determination. So?, his mischievous eyes seemed to ask in silent taunting, until, without further hesitation, he gave into the fierce desire. Cupping the count’s head – heaven, hsi hair felt even softer than in his imagination –, he claimed his lips in a demanding kiss. Daeran held back. Motionless and disinterested, he refused to return the kiss. His heart dropped. Just when he wanted to retreat, preparing an agonizing, humiliating apology, Daeran kissed back with vigorous passion, pulling him closer with his hands around the collar of his coat. Salvadore melted against him. Relief shot through his veins, a hint of anger, and the renewed eagerness to finally explore those irresistible lips. Daeran opened his mouth to meet his tongue with his, gently flicking it in a most enticing way. A quiet sound left his throat, causing him to deepen the kiss further. When they parted after a long blissful moment, Daeran moved closer ever so slightly to take his hand. The small touch left him trembling inside, overly aware of the intimate tenderness. “I wonder if I shall come to regret this? You’re dangerous, I know it.” Now it was for him to smile, more than pleased about the statement. But as much as a part of him enjoyed this hint of fear, to be seen like this, he wanted nothing more than for Daeran to finally trust him. Once more he closed the distance, this time to move his fingers through his golden hair, not hiding his devotion, not hiding his strong affection. “I’m no danger to you. Stop running away from me.” Something in Daeran’s face seemed to soften. “No more running,” he promised. His heart pounded hard in his chest when he raised his hand to his lips. Then, his expression now sincere and without a hint of mockery, Daeran leaned forward and captured his lips in another passionate kiss.

[drewmorg4n]

i just think it’s funny how i begged for people to send requests and now that i have a few, i can’t get myself to write. like…can my brain pls not do this right now? i have shit to write.

i am almost finished with one request though, so if i can actually get myself to write, i’m hoping i’ll be finished in a few days

[ss-trashboat]

mark it on the calendar guys, after eight months i'm attempting to write something