#changed beyond all recognition

[mayhaps-a-blog]

OK but now I'm thinking about Ezra, and the purrgil, and holding on to the door in one hand and reaching out with the other and saying just get us away, as far as you can, somewhere we'll never come back and the purrgil take him to the end of their road - the graveyard, where their parents went, and their older siblings, and the injured, and the ill, the place where purrgil go when they're never, ever coming back.

[sequestering]

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[intheconfessiondial]

Seaforth

12 days of 12 - January

[morgandekarios]

thinking about every drow boy child

[no-where-new-hero]

what i love best about the fanfic mindset of "yes please give me many versions of the same trope" or "same characters in many tropes" is that its made me a lot more confident to just. write the same thing over and over and not be afraid of reusing the same motifs everywhere i go

[holdoncallfailed]

i do like to teehee and haha about mclennon especially now that it's not as #stigmatized but at the end of the day it just makes me so fucking sad man. like...someone killed him straight up murdered him out of nowhere...40 years old...imagine that happening to your best friend across the ocean from you without any sort of notice or opportunity for closure...wouldn't you also want to talk about him every chance you got for the rest of your living days

[seriousbrat]

What's the deal with Regulus/Jegulus?

Who knows! The girlies are just doing their own thing and having fun I guess, not my thing personally but let's leave them to it and talk about the real problem here which is Kreacher Erasure!!!

It's all about Kreacher! Kreacher my beloved! I cannot stand idly by while he's left out of his own story. That miserable old elf in his miserable old loincloth was the most important thing in the world to Regulus and the real reason why he did what he did... this is a teenage death eater who has grown up entrenched in bigotry and pureblood supremacy with his murder pinterest board.... and he sacrifices himself for his house elf. because they couldn't get to him, not fully, they couldn't make him not believe that kreacher was family and someone worth showing kindness to and fighting for. and I think that's beautiful 🥺 perhaps most tragic story in all hp certainly one of the more powerful ones in terms of love and loyalty and sadly, oft overlooked

[fairycosmos]

I’m turning twenty in two weeks. Please tell me the twenties are a wonderful time in people’s lives. Please Chloe please. Throwing up bc of the passage of time as we speak btw

if you can survive being 14 you can survive your twenties. it's a better kind of hell ultimately. promise. for many people it's not even any type of hell at all!! we're still very young. take care of yourself and have fun

[vampv0id]

I really appreciate the mindset where it's like "Oh you're suicidal because you're in pain and your life is ruined? Well you're not gonna kill yourself right? No? You want to, but you're too scared? Okay well since you're not in active risk of killing yourself we don't give a fuck. We'll show semi devoted effort in supporting you when you actually try. Yeah. Suffer in silence bozo."

[pbnmj]

[dropespeon]

something that fascinates me is the different sorts of aus different fandoms are drawn to. like i see a lot of canon divergent aus for isat, but then with other things like orv it's mostly different settings (classic fantasy aus and such). and then there's whatever the bnha fandom has going on where they just make the protagonist a completely new character

[crownshattered]

|| I decided to reread Black Butler (I am in agony, I rarely EVER reread things…) but it’s so nostalgic omg… This was my first ever REAL fandom I think, so it’s just reminding me of all of these threads I used to have and the ocs I used to use them in….

[spiritsblade]

it's so fun being in a group of three and realizing oh wait i really am The Third. when you find out they have whole other profiles that they're following each other on and never even thought to share with you and that thing you were watching together??? oh they've been watching it too but just between them. one of them mutes whenever you join the voice chat

[isnt-it-too-dreamy]

i think during my entire life it has never snowed here in november before

[runa-falls]

what a mess~

pairing: miguel o'hara x reader cw: smut, established relationship, superhuman stamina, overstimulation, cum EVERYWHERE, 'use a condom, it's too messy X(', 'bitch stfu i'll show you messy'..., so many sheets, reader is a pushover (bc I WOULD BE TOO) wc: 1k + a/n: i um... just take this and I'll go to a corner of a room and think ab what I've done.

---

Having a superhero boyfriend is great – he gets you discounts at your favorite restaurant, he easily carries you home after a long night out at the bar, he saves you from getting kidnapped by his arch-nemesis for the fourth time this month (though isn’t that his fault in the first place?....) – but there are aspects of the relationship that you didn’t consider before. 

Apparently, with great power comes great… stamina. 

To put it plainly, Miguel’s (sex) drive is unheard of. You better clear out your schedule for the whole day because he can go for hours. And most nights, you can barely sit up after he fucks you.

You like that – or you did when you could afford to be sore every other day. You like how enthusiastic he is – how much he wants you. It makes you feel desired and beautiful. But it’s not just the intense workout you risk every time you steal a kiss that turns into more – it’s the number of times he can…finish. 

Every time you think he’s finished, he’s still hard and thrusting into you, overstimulating you until black stars start to fill your vision. 

It’s a mess in the end. 

You lay on top of him, filled to the brim, dripping all over his lower stomach and onto the sheets under you, breathing so hard you’re sure you’d rupture a lung. You feel like you’re barely conscious on the bed as your heart beats harshly against your chest from how hard you came. Hair sticks graciously against your forehead as your eyes struggle to stay open to see Miguel, who gently pulls out and watches his mess spill out of you. 

He whispers sweetly of how well you took him, how pretty you look all fucked out, how much he loves that he can turn you into a blabbering – mindless whore. Being the possessive man he is, he attempts to shove it back in, using two of his thick fingers to gather and push his essence back into you, hoping that, against all odds, it’ll take, despite the fact you take your birth control religiously. 

Of course, when he sees how your thighs shake and squeeze around his hand from the overstimulation of him fucking his fingers into you after you just came, he immediately gets hard again. 

He gazes down at you with apologetic red eyes as he bites his lip under a sharp fang, “I can’t help it when I see how wrecked your pussy is for me…”

It’s nice – it’s hot – but you end up having to change the sheets 5 times a week. He’s insatiable… well ok, you’re just as thirsty as your boyfriend, but the amount of maintenance you need for each session is ridiculous. You basically gave up washing your sheets after every fuck, and instead ordered several identical sets of bedding to make the process easier. 

Many sheets have been destroyed beyond recognition. Okay, maybe you’re being a bit overdramatic, but the amount of cum-stained sheets in your linen closet is insane. How are you supposed to hide this if you were to have guests over?!

After staring at the layers of folded-up and stained sheets that you’ve accumulated over the past few months, you decided you were going to do something about it. 

You can still have fun without the mess.

…right?

—

Miguel has you on your back at the end of the bed with your legs resting on the crook of his arms. You have on a cute little nightgown – white to symbolize purity (though what you were about to do was far from pure) – with nothing underneath. It was one you bought just to get a reaction out of him – and now you got it. 

He holds you open for him, regarding you like he would a special gift – though there’s nothing to really celebrate (unless you count his raging erection). He breathes harshly against your neck as he paints your skin with kisses and nips. You’re nearly folded in half with how closely he’s pushed against you, but you can barely recognize the mere tinge of soreness in your legs with how fluidly pleasure seems to travel from his lips down to the apex of your thighs. 

Miguel O’Hara, the strong, independent Spider-Man, is truly a mess in front of you. His once neatly ironed tie now hangs loosely around his neck, his crisp white shirt unbuttoned halfway down, and his hair a tangle of unruly curls. His fingers, now caressing your body, are already dripping in your slick from when he forced a couple of orgasms out of you right when he got home. 

You find a sense of satisfaction in the disheveled state of his appearance, relishing how his once meticulously groomed demeanor has been disrupted – how his eyes transition from their usual chocolatey brown to a striking blood red, how his lips swell sweetly with lust. 

Miguel groans deeply as he grinds his clothed hardness against your wet center, “Mm…I want you so bad.” He unbuttons and unzips his pants, sighing as he releases himself from the tight fabric. No underwear? 

“Wait, Mig." he pauses his movements, waiting patiently – prepared to do whatever you want. “Get a condom.” …Except maybe…that. 

“Condom?” He could barely hold back his sneer, but you could faintly hear the growl vibrate from his chest. 

“Mhm, we’ve been too messy lately. We can’t just keep buying new sheets every week!”

“...We could…”

“Miguel!”

“I don’t see what the problem is… this is just how it is.”

“But it’s too messy.”

“I thought my baby likes to be filled up…”

“...I-I mean, I do sometimes, but –”

“Don’t you like it when I get you all messy?” He leans in close, distracting you from denying him. “Have you dripping with me for days?” He presses closer, and you can feel his hard cock slip against your wetness, dragging against your sensitive clit. 

“Miguel.” You whine.

It’s so hard to deny this man.

“How about we just try to be more careful, hm?” He presses against you gently, nearly entering you, but not quite. It feels so good, the tip of him barely stretching past your entrance. 

“Okay…j-just this once though…” You surrender with a whisper.

[mutsubaki]

I cannot stop thinking how House Atreides has really died with Leto. All the inhibitions from Lady Jessica’s hunger for power and passion were removed and she truly became her father’s daughter. The further Paul was from the times his father was guiding him, the more he leaned into anger and cruelty. Reverend Mother Mohiam doomed them all when she advised to wipe out that line. Atreides and Harkonnen were supposed to balance each other, and her fear of Atreides incomplacency lead to full loss of control. Maybe Lady Jessica and Leto actually made someone who’d be able to become a saviour, but everyone who was involved in the making of the saviour has fucked him up beyond recognition - because the balance was lost.

And on this note, I can’t stop thinking about how Feyd-Rautha and Paul are really meant to be for peace; war is a result of many centuries of a feud between their houses, and an alliance - a union of resources, mind you - would change the political landscape in the universe. Sure, it makes sense why House Corrino fuiled that rivalry, because such alliance would drastically shift the power dynamics in the Lanstraad.

And it doesn’t matter if Paul, or Feyd-Rautha, or their offspring would become Kvizats Haderach - an all-knowing being would rise to the throne and elevate Fremen with less blood then a desert prophet if they had this power.

But Jessica is her mothers’s daughter because she seeks power before purpose, and is her father’s daughter because she doesn’t care about the cost of power, so; their love story with Leto could be described as something you would leave as a warning on a nuclear waste site: love was there. It didn’t save anyone. On every chance it could save us, love only lead to more destruction.