#chewing through drywall

[crocs-simp]

How? How have I never noticed this? HOW???????????

[icebergscrashingtogeather-10]

Why did you make them like this. I am going insane

[chaikachi]

popping in briefly from my break to say please play Pyre. It's on sale rn for $5 and is one of the best games I've ever played.

[jockcoded]

ough……..

[crybabykiko]

I just KNOW Kiryu has the sluttiest little waist and an even sluttier belly piercing I can feel it in my BONES

[anonymocha]

for 1.8 i am manifesting Kaalaa Baunaa, Eternity, or Baby Blue garments please come to me please please plea

[free-my-boy-grumbot]

I am screaming look at these photos

Cut scene of Crowley sleeping on a WALL in his PAJAMAS (HE WEARS PAJAMAS ((AND BLACK SILK ONES AT THAT)))

(From the Script book) He DOES wake up a mess and he DOES clean up instantly (WE WERE ROBBED OF MESSY HAIR CROWLEY)

CONCEPT ART FOR CROWLEYS BEDROOM

I CANT

[thatsnotbuddies]

well. this drawing certainly looks like a person just not the person it's intended to be

[throckmortons-thrussy]

Kicking, biting, scratching, and screeching about academic articles being behind a goddamned fucking paywall.

I get it. I GET IT.

But as someone who wants to actually read the articles that have been sourced in order to better understand the ideas we're coving, and to also confidently source the sources I found through my textbook or other articles, I WOULD LIKE THOSE SOURCES OF RESEARCH AND INFORMATION TO BE AVAILABLE TO ME.

Like, I'm undergrad, so it doesn't quite matter all that much because I'm not publishing anything yet, but I would love to get into the habit of doing things the proper way for academia if I decide to further pursue it.

Fuck, I hate having to compromise when it comes to the availability of knowledge. All my writing is amature stuff anyway, BUT IT'S THE PRINCIPLE.

This has been my main hangup and point of frustration about writing papers in all my classes this semester.

[lobotomy-maybe-bestie]

they weren't lying. that rs can d.

[starsinmylatte]

LET ME TOP THIS MAN

You Never Fail To Satisfy(Nanami Kento x FemDom!Reader)

warnings: smut, use of the word mistress, slight cock torture, blink-and-you'll-miss-it pet play, femdom, biting, slight choking, bondage, general lewd themes pairings: Salaryman!Nanami Kento x Fem!Dom!Reader word count: 1k summary: Kento comes home tired, but you want to show him who's boss a/n: this is my last braincell hard at work! I dedicate this to @benkeibear and @kenpachisbrat as without the conversation we had, I wouldn't have thought up this delicious masterpiece.

Kento stumbles into the house, his shoulders slumped. It’s been a long day, and all he wants to do is come home to his pretty lover and relax. But the minute he walks into the bedroom, he can tell things aren’t going to go his way.

“Mmm there’s my big, strong lover. My hardworking salaryman,” you coo from your position on the bed.

Kento’s eyes bulge when he sees just how you're dressed. You’re wearing just one of his button-up shirts, the first few buttons aren’t even fastened. You beckon him closer, and Kento knows better than to refuse.

“Sit on the bed, baby.” 

It’s not a suggestion, it’s not a question. It’s a demand and Kento knows better than to defy you right now. He knows what kind of mood you’re in, so he’s going to comply. He sits on the bed, his stress beginning to melt away bit by bit.

“That’s my good boy,” you whisper in his ear. You position yourself behind him, your legs at his sides as you begin to massage his shoulders. Despite the comfort and softness, he knows there’s more at play.

Your hands begin to caress downward, rubbing his chest and neck before your fingers attack his tie. You loosen it, pulling it down from its place on his neck. Then with deft hands, you pull the tie behind him and you begin to fasten it to one of his wrists. He groans softly as you tighten the tie, then you pull the other wrist over so you can tie them together. You tug on the knot to make sure it’s keeping his hands together.

“Now, isn’t this just so perfect? Are you ready?”

Kento swallows hard. “Y-yes…”

You smirk to yourself. He gets all shy whenever you dominate him like this, but only because it turns him on so much. He’s already rock hard in his pants, You then straddle his lap, pushing your breasts in his face.

“You been missin’ me, huh?” You ask him, tugging on that beautiful blond hair.

His eyes are glazed over with lust already, “Y-yes, missed you so much…”

You tug even harder on his hair, “Ah, ah, ah…you gotta use the proper term with me.”

Kento groans, his eyes rolling back as you continue to pull on his hair. His cock twitches in his dress pants, straining against the expensive fabric. Another harsh tug on his hair causes him to buck his hips involuntarily.

“What is it, baby? You need me to take care of you? I need you to use the words.”

Kento whimpers, “P-please mistress. I need you…”

You chuckle darkly, “Oh, sweet man…you’ll get off. Eventually.”

There’s a darkness in his eyes that he’s seen before. It’s driving him crazy that he can’t touch you. His senses are overwhelmed with the scent of you and the feeling of your nails raking against his scalp. You tug on his hair once more, then you press your lips down upon his.

“You’re already so hard, baby…” you reach down, squeezing his cock through his pants.

He whimpers, and a string of curses fall from his lips as you continue to palm him and squeeze him. His cock is throbbing in his pants, a stain beginning to form from all the precum leaking out. You continue to tease him, squeezing and rubbing him. He’s twitching and throbbing, his whole body shuddering as you don’t let up.

“Do you really think I’m going to let you cum?”

His head falls back and he’s pleading with you. You give his cock a hard squeeze, making him grunt. His balls feel tight already. Then you pull your hand away from him completely.

“Baby,” you warn him. “I need an answer when I ask a question.”

Your hand comes up to his throat, not putting enough pressure to block the airways, but just enough to let him know you’re being serious right now. His eyes widen a little bit, and his voice comes out a bit strained.

“I wanna cum, mistress. Please mistress, I’ve been good. Lemme cum please? Then I’ll lick your pussy really good.”

This makes you remove your hand from his throat, sliding down to the button-up shirt he’s wearing presently. Your fingers undo the buttons slowly. You’re teasing him again, but he’s being so good for you, so you know he needs a reward. 

Shivers run down his spine as your nails rake up and down his chest once it's exposed to you. On his cheeks is a cute, rosy tinge. You begin to play with the light-colored chest hair that’s sprinkled on his broad chest. Then one of your hands pulls on his hair to pull back his head, exposing more of his neck to you.

“You’re so fucking pretty, baby.” you murmur against his skin. Kento squirms as you press delicate kisses to his throat. 

 Then he shudders when your teeth graze his Adam's apple. Your eyes flicker up to his, making sure he’s still enjoying every moment of this. You begin to nip and suck on the sensitive parts of his neck, then you move down to his collarbone. He inhales sharply when you nibble on his pec. 

“Awhh what is it? You love it when your pretty lover showers you in affection?” You ask him.

His eyes roll back as you suck on his pert nipple. He’s been so good so far, you almost feel bad about teasing him like this, but it’s been so much fun for you. Then you look back into his eyes.

“Ken, honey…remember what I said about wanting an answer.” You lightly tap on his cheek. Your heart melts when he nuzzles his face in your palm.

“I’m sorry mistress, I’m just…I need to cum,”

You make a big show of considering it before your hands begin to work on his belt and zipper. When his cock is freed from the confines of his boxer briefs, he’s panting and whimpering like a little puppy.

You flick the leaking head, making him whine so pathetically. He’s been pent up since he’s been home. Maybe even before that. His head falls back as you slowly begin stroking just the head of his cock.

“If you can last five minutes of me stroking your cock without cumming,” you whisper in his ear. “Then I promise to let you cum in my pussy.”

[elfcollector]

DRAGON AGE: ORIGINS (2009) — developed by bioware.

[crybabykiko]

Ohhhh god oh I should NOT have been given access to that ume with a baby drawing.... oh I'm going to..... the voicesss the fucking voicesssss

[fox-toothed]

cordelia begins as this shallow, cruel person, but then as time goes on her capacity for compassion grows and grows, and she eventually becomes one of the most heroic & selfless characters in the buffyverse. in "To Shanshu in LA" her mind gets opened to all the feelings of all the people in the world and her response is, "There's so much pain. We have to help them."

willow starts as a softspoken and generally kind person who has a little bit of a mean streak. and as she becomes more self-assured, that mean streak widens to the point where she's telling people to shut up, and she's manipulating them to her will because she thinks she knows better, and she's threatening the people who care about her. she becomes a megalomaniac and a murderer, and in "Grave" her mind gets opened to all the feelings of all the people in the world and her response is to try and destroy it.

[xxsuicidalravenxx]

.....she is sooo.....

I simply cannot

having gay thoughts this evening

[introspectivememories]

sorry but do you ever think about the fact that the bernard we have today is a direct amalgamation of everything that happened in his past and i know that sound like such an obvious statement to say but it actually kills me to know that you can draw a direct line from who he is today all the way back to that sixteen year old boy who watched his best friend bleed out. like it is the defining moment in his life. it fundamentally shaped who he is and the person he's become. he is the bernard we know and love not despite the grieves shooting but because of it. because the gangs all got together and shot up his school. because tim walked out of that room with nothing but a baseball bat. because his darla got shot. because he watched her gasp and cry as she died. because he watched the blood coagulate around the wound. because he sat there and held her hand as her life drained out of her. because he walked into school that day with a joke he knew would make her laugh and her nose would scrunch up and she'd snort a little and tim would roll his eyes at him and call him ridiculous and instead he walked out with a bloody white shirt, blood under his fingernails, and two friends less. because, even now, almost half a decade out from the shooting, he thinks that if he closes his eyes, he will always be that stupid, scared little sixteen year old, holding the cooling body of dead best friend.