#but the thought occurred to me

[nemesisvortex]

imagine an episode of a medical drama, where one of the patients self-diagnoses or otherwise hinders the staff by utilizing information they learned off of tv (medical dramas), thinking they know better than the average patient because of their extensive binging, and the lesson of the episode is the dangers of taking stuff you learn on reality tv, or tv in general seriously

[doomedclockworkdotmp3]

his therapist woulda had a field day at their next appointment

[zorangezest]

thanks for listening

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

My Great Grandma who loved her babies very much

Reference that I used for the face!

[lovealwayssay]

I just did some math and, if Cas is as old as the earth, his 12 years with Dean is equivalent to like 0.08 seconds in a human lifespan. That’s less than 1/10th of a second, shorter than the blink of an eye. He knew Dean for such a short amount of time compared to his entire existence and it was enough to fundamentally change everything about Cas and how he sees the world. That’s absolutely insane to me.

[ministarfruit]

thinking about mia and maya

[lucabyte]

i feel like people are sleeping on the occam's razor situation of how buckwild it is to outright accuse a guy of being a clone of your friend even if you DO have a lot of circumstantial evidence. there's other options is what im saying. they could just be like. a guy. that's a sensible deduction. you should explore that deduction. ignore my shirt that reads I <3 RED HERRINGS.

i still think odile has the correct theory on lock but she's smart enough to know it needs like... a real smoking gun to be able to bring it up without sounding insane.

anyway. (mirabelle voice) i know its rude to speculate but has anyone else noticed the grieving? they seem to be grieving. does anyone have any thoughts on the grieving? i have some thoughts on the grieving.

[bellowsthebard]

There are rules for naming dogs. You can get silly with it, but there are some things it is just not acceptable to name a dog.

Not cats though. You can name a cat fucking anything. "This is my cat 'The signing of the Declaration of Independence'. We call him Declan for short." Completely fine.

[zarla-s]

you know who you are

[patreon]

[jesuistrestriste]

making art donaldson one of those cute lil 'coupon books' for his birthday <3

he's beaming and reading them off as he flips through it in front of you for the first time; butterflies in his stomach because of how much he loves you + how cute you are.

but you're actually just super h*rny for him.

"hm, okay, 'one backrub'... off to a good start.."

"... okay.. 'one sloppy makeout sesh'.. don't we do that anways..?"

"oh my god.. 'one creampie'... no complaints there.. hah.."

"woah. baby.. 'one instance of receiving road-head'. that sounds like a bad idea. you know how i get. we'd definitely hit someone's mailbox."

"this is... alright. uh. 'one finger up your butt during a handjob'. i.. i guess we have been talking about that.. do we have lube? .. that look on your face is only making me more nervous."

"okay WOAH wait wait wait- 'one pegging session'..?! okay, okay, let's backpedal for a second here- you little pervert-"

[adamsrcnan]

i got this little headcanon that andrew likes to sit with kevin when he watches his history documentaries. it starts when kevin's miraculously got access to the tv one evening so he slaps on a documentary after night practice to unwind and andrew is fiddling about in the kitchen looking for a sweet snack and he overhears something about a roman legion (or what have you) and it piques his interest so he stands there watching for a second and kevin doesn't realise bc andrew is soo quiet. after a couple minutes he's invested so he walks over and plops down on a beanbag and kevin almost jumps because he wasn't expecting it and he keeps darting his eyes towards andrew thinking he'll tell him to turn it off or change it but he sits quietly and watches. and then he does it again. and again. sometimes he sits at the window and smokes. sometimes he slumps in the beanbag. but he's suddenly always there and then kevin starts offering up little facts and anecdotes he knows and andrew doesn't ever respond but then one day he offers up a quiet question and kevin answers all excited and andrew can hear the passion in his voice when he talks and andrew will insist it's lame and he doesn't care but it's a change from exy exy exy 24/7 so he'll take it. especially if it makes kevin sound like that. plus it's an added bonus bc it helps andrew unwind too and gives him something else to focus his thoughts around but nobody has to know that.

[markscherz]

Just learned that tadpoles with injured tails sometimes regenerate them with extra legs

[src]

So that's neat.

[marieisnothere12]

theres two monsters in you. One that says to be honest and one of Odysseus of Ithaca who says lie about your identity and facts abt yourself for shits and giggles and potentially doxx yourself again for shits and giggles

[jadewritesficshere]

Sweatpants

Steve Harrington x Reader

Synpopsis: Steve wears sweatpants and you have to show your appreciation

Contents: mentioned possibility of an exhibition kink, oral (male receiving)

18+ only

This was written because of that pic but apparently a lot of u have not seen the pic which is crazy cause it was all over my dash)

You can't stop your jaw from dropping. You would think to but your brain is suddenly gone because of the sight before you.

Steve Harrington, your lovely, sweet, amazing boyfriend, has just walked in carrying groceries. Said he had to drive Robin to work and was gonna pick up some things to prepare for the upcoming snow storm.

He should have called and told you to prepare. A fire in your gut was burning. A steady thrum spreading throughout your body. Your mouth was simultaneously salivating over him and dry wishing he'd kiss and lick into your mouth.

Steve Harrington was bundled up, that stupid scarf you made wrong that he refused to get rid of ("it's a labor of your love!") even though you made him a better one, was wrapped around the lower half of his face. His nose was a dusty red from the chilly wind outside. He had a beanie on that had a light dusting of snow, the same snow that fluttered on his lashes as he blinked.

His jacket looked too tight because he had a sweatshirt underneath. You knew Steve had another shirt under that, barely seeing the hem peeking out. The bottoms of his pants were tucked into snow boots, where you knew he had thrown on wool socks.

All of that was fine. It was his pants that were the issue. Grey sweatpants, that clung to his perfect ass. Grey sweatpants that did nothing to hide the length of him. Steve wasn't even hard and he was big.

A burst of jealousy runs through you at the thought that anyone could have seen him. That jealousy quickly turns to desire because anyone could have seen but only you could touch. You sort of wish you had gone with him now, only to see the longing looks on other's faces (and you don't really wanna think about what that means for you).

You stand causing the chair at the table to squeak against the hardwood floor. The mittens you were working on for Steve all but forgotten. You can hear Steve speaking but it is not being processed by your brain.

All you can think is how good his voice sounds. How good he looks. How hot.

Steve turns around and jumps back, not expecting to find you in his space. Steve glares," What the fu-Jesus, warn a guy next time!" "Sorry," you look him up and down, tone, conveying you very much are not sorry.

"Upside down ain't gonna kill me, you're gonna give me a heart attack," Steve rolls his eyes dramatically, but you can see the corners wrinkle from his smile that is still hidden beneath the scarf. His hand reaches out, knocking against yours almost subconsciously.

You wanted to say something intelligent, maybe tease him and see him blush and get flustered, but your brain stopped communicating with your tongue.

"Fuck me." You all but whine, biting your lip. Steve's eyes widen slightly. Before he can say anything, you drop to your knees.

"Whoa Ba-" Steve cuts off with a strangled sound as you grab onto his hips and pull him towards you. You kiss the tip of his length before licking the sweats. Your saliva turns the grey darker. Steve lets out a low moan, hand finding your hair.

You continue to lick and leave open mouth kisses all over his hardening length. It was impressive before but now? You fidget slightly, thinking about it being in you.

You hear a thud and a hiss, pulling back to look up at Steve holding a hand to the back of his head. You know Steve threw his head back in pleasure and hit his head against the cupboard.

"Be careful about your head, dont need another concussion," You frown up at him. He peers down at you, eyes full of lust," Not the head I'm worried about." His voice sounds low and gravelly. His face is flushed, even his ears have turned a bit pink. He's looking at you like he wants to swallow you whole.

You yank down the sweatpants and boxers, Steve shimmying away from the countertop to help. His erection springs up, almost hitting you in the face (and damn isnt that a thought). Its curved slightly, precum leaking at the tip. He's flushed a nice red, two small freckles on the base close to his balls.

You spit in your hand and firmly grasp him, causing him to groan. You move your hand steadily up and down him. You love how soft his skin is that contrasts with how hard he is.

You lick his slit, letting the salty taste of Steve coat your tongue. Steve moans and his dick twitches in your hand. You lick again, swirling around his flushed head.

"Not gonna- fuck, not gonna last long," Steve whines, flustered above you. You haven't even done much, and either you're really really good at this (you are) or Steve has been horny for a bit longer then normal today (you wonder if he wanted to be seen as you remember those jeans he used to wear) You slowly wrap your lips around him, sucking lightly. You moan, moving your mouth up and down in tandem with your hand.

It isn't long, maybe a minute. All it takes for him to come undone is for you to peer up at him and meet his eyes. Steve comes with a shout, his leg kicking out slightly as he grips the countertop to stay standing. You swallow it all, everything he would give you.

When Steve starts to whimper is when you let go of him. He falls from your mouth with a pop. You look up at him, lips slightly swollen. Steve is panting, face flushed.

Steve slowly slides down against the counter, legs going to either side of you. He grabs your arms and tugs you into him, pulling you chest to chest. Steve kisses you lightly before pulling back," I think i just blacked out, holy shit."

You giggle before kissing him again. Steve sighs into the kiss, hands running up and down your arms, to your back, to your ass. You pull away to take a breathe and Steve smirks up at you," I should wear these more often huh?"

[prouvaireafterdark]

Louis dropping to his knees as he begs Lestat to give him an immortal child. He'll do anything. He'll be anything. He'll never leave again. Please please please.

Bartering with desire—is that what makes you fascinating, Louis?

[skepticalcatfrog]

Here's what I'm thinking about on this fine evening: Ketterdam has a HUGE CANAL SYSTEM that runs pretty much through the entire city and I, somehow, completely missed that.

Here's the Ketterdam map, right? We know her. We love her.

BUT, let's zoom in a little:

You can see very clearly here that those thicker, darker colored lines connect distinctly into the harbor, which means that they are ALSO WATER.

So, if a person with a Six of Crows obsession and maybe a little too much time on their hands were to take that map and color it so that all of the water was blue, it would look something like this:

Now, I may just be stupid, but I'd like to believe there is at least one other person who will be as baffled upon seeing this post as I was when I made this realization. It's water!! Canals are a major form of transportation in Ketterdam!! This not only is very interesting to me in regards to Ketterdam’s culture, but it also changed the way I pictured the city in my head. This is life-changing stuff, people.