#betting slip

[z34l0t]

[imfbsl]

hirtelen fellelkesulve

az eredmenyektol, gondoltam hogy gyorsan el-fogadom a maradek felmillio NaN tumblicoinomat, meg mielott elutazom holnap, na de sikerult???

az tortent, hogy delutan elvittem a gepet szervizbe, a betting slip-eket nyilvan elfelejtettem lementeni, a tumbli posztokbol meg csak kibaszott .jpg-ben lehet letolteni, nem pedig .png-ben ahogy kellene... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[sunderwight]

I absolutely get where people are coming from with Dom Mobei Jun in fics and it's often extremely good, but there is just so so much potential with Dom Shang Qinghua and Sub Mobei Jun.

I just really think they would be into the switch in their public-facing relationship dynamics for bedroom activities. The games they could play! Clever "lowly" servant Shang Qinghua pretending he's blackmailing or tricking Mobei Jun into servicing him for revenge, gloating about how he's got his king just where he wants him, getting to really cut loose on the degradation dirty talk (venting for all those years of holding back any kind of criticism out of fear for his life) while Mobei Jun gets some traditional demon courtship fixes out of the process, and also enjoys the opportunity to just completely turn off his brain and his vigilance around someone who he 100% trusts not to abuse the privilege.

Heck, their relationship didn't actually gain ground on physical intimacy until Shang Qinghua started finally cracking and losing his temper and demanding Mobei Jun respect him (and... call him 'daddy', of course...), and when Mobei Jun finally gets Shang Qinghua to tell him how to court him he's like "finally" and makes him the world's worst noodles about it. He's glad that Shang Qinghua is telling him what to do in order to please him! He wants that.

In conclusion, Mobei Jun would absolutely enjoy being bossed around and I think Shang Qinghua would equally enjoy ordering him to do various bedroom activities, in the most unrefined terms available, and being immediately served & obeyed.

[turbobyakuren]

i've found two job offers that 100% suit my profile in a single day... could this be...?

[ladybugsimblr]

Back at Home Recap Legz thought he was gonna have a game night with his friends while Mom and sisters slumber partied. He thought wrong! They got bored playing hair salon and spa and harassed him into joining their shenanigans. At least he was able to negotiate some hassle free phone screen fixes which we know he’ll need to redeem soon. And with Mom bonding at an all time high, Lyric tested her luck one more time but B was finally on to her. At least we’re gonna get the SimTube video we've been promised for a minute now. And the chances of that secret finsta being discovered have been reduced to less than 2% lol. Winning!!

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the totally not personal love triangle memory

[cantheykillmacbeth]

Could V from V for Vendetta kill Macbeth.

No, V from V for Vendetta could not kill Macbeth.

At least, we don't have any evidence that he could. His backstory and origins are intentionally left unaddressed, so we really don't have any way to know if he applies for UBC or BPC, though he decidedly does not apply for Gender Clause.

...That is, if we're talking about the original V in the story, and not Evey Hammond, the woman who becomes his successor and takes up the mantle of V. Evey "V" Hammond COULD kill Macbeth under Gender Clause.

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-Mod Anthem

[piecesofchess]

IT'S FINALLY HAPPENED.

CHESS HAS A HAYWIRE COMPANION.

[junnnxv]

hey you, what you running from?

[diaphanous-anchor]

What does it say about me that I have a certain craving for morally grey characters, with deeply profound and unresolved trauma and palpable, unresolved sexual tension? What does it say about me that I want to put these characters into, even more profound, emotional pain and then give them a redemption arc so abrupt that everyone who witnesses it is left spinning?

[skyloftian-nutcase]

The Many Languages of Love - Familial (Imprisoning War)

Summary: Merovar & Hemisi share a quiet night together, worrying about their father and their future.

Setting: Calamity Timeline, prior to the Imprisoning War

Crickets chirped, a gentle ambience filling the air softly like water slowly filling a spring. Hemisi stared out at the sky, the stars hazy and distant in the warm summer night, so different from the extreme temperature shifts she'd grown up with in the desert.

"It's still weird being able to sit out here in practically the same clothes as daylight," her brother, Merovar, noted from his perch beside her. The pair had wandered to one of the higher balconies of the castle, sealing the entrance off and climbing up a level to sit on the roof. They'd both wanted some privacy and silence from the chaos below.

"Yeah," Hemisi agreed dully, laying back against the roof.

The siblings didn't speak for a while before Merovar asked, "Do you ever miss home?"

Hemisi huffed. "I thought you liked the fancy stuff here."

"It's not as nice as home," Merovar noted dully. "Hyrule's prize is its natural habitats and resources, not its people or amenities."

"Now you sound like Dad."

Merovar grew silent again as a breeze blew by, playing with their hair.

Hemisi said, "I wish we didn't have to plan to attack this place."

Her brother stiffened a little, whispering, "You shouldn't say it out loud."

"It's true," she emphasized, though more quietly. "I don't want to attack this place. Do you?"

Merovar sighed. "I... don't know. Dad says the Triforce will help us. And I mean... I think it would be pretty amazing. To rule all this. You know?"

"Why?" Hemisi asked, sitting up.

Merovar stared at her. "Why?"

"Why would it be cool to rule this place?" she elaborated, eyes boring into her brother. "Why do we have to bother them and cause that trouble at all? I'm all for a good fight, but it has to be for a good reason."

"You just don't want to fight your boyfriend," Merovar chuckled.

"Give me a reason, Mer."

Her brother's mouth twisted a little in annoyance. "Have you met their king? He's an idiot. We'd be doing Hyrule a favor."

"Who cares about doing Hyrule a favor?" Hemisi questioned. "Dad doesn't."

"No," Merovar agreed immediately, looking away. "He doesn't."

The crickets chirped, though the silence was far less peaceful and pleasant. A heaviness filled the air until Merovar finally broke it.

"Do you think Dad's okay?"

Hemisi didn't choose to argue or provoke her brother. Instead, she bit her lip. "I don't know."

The twins both held a mutual understanding, an observation that their father had grown steadily more obsessed with this mission. Of course, it was an important objective that required a lot of planning. Hemisi knew that. But... when she wasn't caught up having fun with Link, she couldn't help but notice how little he seemed to pay attention to anything pertaining to home anymore.

At least Merovar had noticed as well. It made Hemisi feel less alone.

"Maybe we should talk to him," she suggested. "Just to check on him."

Merovar huffed. "He won't appreciate it."

"You don't know that."

"I do know that. Just because you're his favorite doesn't mean he'll listen to you about this. You haven't been with him as much as I have on this mission. You're too busy fawning over Link."

"I am not," she grumbled. "Ugh, this is stupid. We should just talk to him."

"Whatever." Merovar rolled his eyes. "At least it'll be over soon. You've got the layout of the castle and its patrols memorized, I've got the king talking to me about the Triforce... based on what I got and Dad's planning and spies, we'll probably know the location of the stupid thing by the Festival of Colors."

Hemisi squirmed uncomfortably. She wasn't keen on her part in all this. She didn't want to take Link out of play like her father had asked her to do. She didn't want to betray him like that.

Seeming to read her mind from her body language, Merovar asked, "You think you can do it?"

"I know I can," she replied a little curtly. "It's not a matter of whether I can."

Merovar watched her for a few moments, and his expression grew sad. "He really loves you, you know."

Hemisi grew confused. "Why do you look upset about that? I know he loves me. I love him too."

"Would you marry him?"

"Yeah," she answered fairly quickly. "I would. I want to. But like... this'll... it's so stupid. Can't we just tell him about it? Maybe he thinks--"

"We can't tell him, are you out of your mind?" Merovar hissed. "He's a Sheikah! They're the most loyal to the crown!"

"We already established the king's an idiot," Hemisi argued. "Isn't that why we're doing this, supposedly?"

"Hyrule will fall," Merovar said sternly. "With a king like that, it's just a matter of time. We're stronger and have the right to take over, Dad said so himself. Those with power should utilize it. We'd do a better job. But that doesn't mean everyone will be happy about it. Misi, don't you get it? I... I don't want you to get hurt in this. You have to let him go, or you have to take him out of play, but you can't tell him."

Hemisi chewed on the inside of her cheek, looking away, tears stinging in her eyes. She hated this. This was stupid.

"Look, I--whether we like it or not, it's going to happen," Merovar said carefully. "But I... Dad says you can do anything with the Triforce. And he likes Link. So I'm sure he'll make it work somehow. It's just the mission itself that'll be the problem."

Hemisi glanced at him, hope filling her heart. "You think so?"

Her brother shrugged, but he gave a small smile with it. Hemisi had to laugh at that.

"You know, for you being the one who's better with words, you're not being very convincing," she noted.

"I don't know much about the Triforce," Merovar replied evenly before putting a hand on her shoulder. "I just don't want our family to fall apart because of this. Hemisi... no matter what happens, I'll be there with you, okay? And... I'm sure Link'll join us too, when it's all done. And then you two can go frolicking off into the sunset and leave me stranded out here."

Hemisi cackled at the imagery before lightly punching her brother on the chest. "I'm not leaving you, moron. No matter what happens... we'll have each other."

Merovar's face, scrunched up in response to the playful punch, softened, eyes twinkling in the dull light of the crescent moon. And then he pulled his sister into a hug, tight and scared and loving. Hemisi held him just as fiercely, the two anchoring each other in a sea of uneasiness.

And then Merovar tucked Hemisi's hair into her top, yanking it just as he'd done when they were younger, and laughed as she yelled at him and chased him down to the balcony.

[shiroganeryo]

It's already the 7th in Japan 🎉 Happy Birthday, Yosano-sensei! 💐🦋

(He managed to catch her on a break from work 😌)

[evangelust]

When my sub gets fucked/blissed out it’ll mindlessly start saying “thank you… thank you… thank you… thank you…” and it gets me off so stupid bad.

[skelecentral]

Dance being your base!

I was too tired to draw so I just traced the photo ajsjnsja

[s0fter-sin]

god the way ghost's voice drops when he tells soap, "you'll need to improvise to survive"

before that, everything he says is steady but when he acknowledges that soap'll have to do something outside his skill set, something he intimately knows to be difficult, his voice wavers

and soap does the same thing

when he's calling out for ghost on the radio, he's tentative, testing the frequency, then he's desperate; "ghost, this is 7-1, do you copy?”

then when ghost answers, he smooths out his voice; he hides the pain, the fear

they both try to hide things from the other to reassure them that they're alright, that they'll both get out alive

[anticidic]

Fyodor would be the epitome of a back in my day... kind of guy.

He lived through the transformation from horse carriages to manual cars to automatic. Back in his day, they had to watch out for horses so people didn't get trampled on the streets.

All the different food transformations he lived through. Everything's processed and packaged now. Sodas used to be 100% pure, cavity-causing sugar. You still have that today, but now it's a lot of artificial flavoring without all the real sugar. Sodas just don't taste like how they used to.

So. Many. Fashion Trends. that came and went over the centuries. From flowy gowns and corsets and suits to...pants, skirts, shorts, t-shirts. Sneakers. Sunglasses? Whatever happened to the monocles?

Phones. He had a wild time adapting from sending carrier pigeons to rotary phones to phone booths to landlines to personal cell phones. And it just keeps going. Now we've got smartphones!

[zelreedsandwrites]

(( I swear this fic would be so good guys i wish u could see the movie in my head about Them TuT ))