#dans-exposed-ankle

[midnight-miseryy]

If you receive this, you make somebody happy! Go on anon and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get one back, even better! 💕💕🍓

That's sososo sweet thank youu!!💛

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1. Jaanam, from Byomkesh Bakshy

Jaanam, tu itni haseen// agar hum na hote, tu hoti zaleel// in aankhon ka kya faayda // andhe ki aankhon mein bijli nahin

Translation:

My life, you are so charming // if i was not there, you would be shameless // what is the use of these eyes // there is no light in the blind man's eyes

2. Inthandam, from Sita Ramam

Visukkune velladu Chandamamaye // nuvvunte naa panentane // ee nelake digenu koti taarale // neekanta vennelentane

Translation:

The moon got irked by your presence // saying, "there is no use for me if you are here!" // now, to this land have descended thousands of stars // this moonlight of yours, why is it bright so?

i love these lyrics is all

[wewaitinthatspace]

@dans-exposed-ankle I thought you'd like this ALSO YOU CAN MAKE ACTUAL LANDMASSES ON THIS APP

reminder to worldbuilders: don't get caught up in things that aren't important to the story you're writing, like plot and characters! instead, try to focus on what readers actually care about: detailed plate tectonics

[ghostsanndstuff]

If you receive this, you make somebody happy! Go on anon and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get one back, even better! 💕💕🍓

I DID need cheering up, thank you! 💞

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everytime I see devash active I have to check the time where she's at so i can be like aha what're you doing awake but she's always awake at perfectly reasonable time

[occamstfs]

Should've Worn Green

Happy St. Patrick's Day! Figured I couldn't miss the best Irish Tf day of the year eh? Best! -Occam

Charles didn’t account for the drunks storming the streets today when he was getting ready this morning. Why should he have to step out of his way to avoid getting beer spilled on him. Nevertheless perhaps the accountant should have checked the calendar before wandering into the streets without wearing a hint of green.

Such a blunder would not long go unpunished however. Compact as he is, he nimbly ducks out of the way of glasses clinking in brutish hands raised high. He scoffs at their total disregard for sanitation as they spill beer all over each other in the cheers. Barely avoiding getting drenched himself Charles bumps into a figure who drunkenly laughs before reaching out towards him.

“Aye! Shoulda worn green lad! ‘S St. Paddys!” He shouts as he pinches the already frustrated clerk who yelps and slaps at the hand. Not even pausing to dignify the man with a verbal response, he pushes forward to not be late for work.

He stumbles onward, reaching the edge of the crowd and finally takes a break. In the scarcely fresher air, his stomach lurches and he leans onto a building to avoid falling over. His shoulder itches as he almost feels what can only be described as vertigo? He looks over the crowd angrily, sure that they are to blame for whatever this episode is, contemplating going back toward whoever assaulted him but every face in the crowd is impossibly similar. Jesus, he’s never seen so many redheads in one place?

Wondering if he’s somehow woken up in Ireland proper he feels a breeze on his midriff. Not only has his shirt been untucked but the skin exposed suggests it never could have been tucked in the first place. It’s as if he’s grown half a foot. Charles starts hyperventilating, trying to convince himself his shirt must have shrunk in the wash, though surely he would have seen his exposed belly button when he put it on no? 

He again looks towards the crowd seeking anything to blame for his state. This makes it evident that he has grown indeed, now  able to directly make eye contact with men in the crowd. There is a draft on his ankles as his increasing height only becomes more difficult to deny. Charles clenches his jaw as his eyes find the man who simply must be the culprit.

In the middle of the mass of Paddy’s day parishioners, he sees a man staring directly at him, a smirk edging out from under his thick beard. He raises a large glass of Guinness in cheers and Charles can’t help but stare at the man in turn, his anger quickly being replaced by confusion. He winks, the glass still raised, as Charles stumbles backwards trying to avert his eyes. They forcibly return to this man each time taking in a new facet of his impossibly masculine body. The jungle of hair in his pits draws him in as if there’s a fire in his still-raised arm. His powerful chest is covered in a similar forest of beyond dense red hair.

Charles, unbeknownst to himself, continues to hungrily stare at the statuesque man as the pitch-black coif on his own head begins to bleach as a red tint starts to force its way up from his roots. He scratches at his face wondering how he forgot to shave before work. Oh, work? He needs to get to work right? His eyes retreat from the specimen to check his watch. He raises his arm to check his watch creating a tear in his suit as his bicep involuntarily flexes. His face reddens just as his hair continues to do, his anger towards the crowd returns as they have clearly forced him to not only be late to work, but to arrive wearing less than his prestigious work demands of him.

Before enacting whatever meager retribution his increasingly muddy mind decides he looks up to see the mysterious man approaching him through the crowd. His body involuntary clenches in fear, each instinctual flex creating new tears in his workday attire. His chest bursts into existence shooting his shirt’s buttons far into the dancing crowd. Tears appear down the length of his dress pants revealing tight briefs barely hanging together underneath. He rips off the rest of his suit jacket lest it impede him as he prepares to bolt from the rapidly approaching giant, though with each surge of growth coursing through Charles the man seems less menacing and massive, and more familiar.

He again scratches at his shoulder as he begins to notice that someone in the crowd desperately needs a shower. At least he thinks it's the crowd, he looks towards his own pits questioning his cleanliness and sees pits with thin dark hairs. But that can’t be right? Surely they should be red like all his other hair. He flexes his pecs and watches the ginger hair on his torso dance in the morning sun. Laughing before he returns his attention to his pits that are rapidly agreeing with his assessment and growing thick and red, they also make it clear that the sudden stink in the air could be no one but him.

It’s chill though Charles thinks, he’s been partying all morning with the guys, he’s sure they’ll get it. Smirking to himself not even noticing how swiftly he has assimilated to being one of the parishioners that have taken over the block. As he stands there, his red pubes increasingly showing above his crotch as his briefs are weighed down with each growing pulse in his crotch. 

Finally the smirking Irishman who started it all makes his way over shouting,  “Ay Charlie! Yer gunna have to cover up ya! Shame we’re not Scots or I’d toss ye a kilt, Ha! And ‘Ere lad don’t be standing around without a drink in hand.” He tosses a large cup at Charlie who catches it, though losing the head as it splashes all over him, matting his ginger curls to his chest and revealing the most intricate details of his still-growing bulge.

Charlie cheers at the man who must be a friend, or at least a countryman, before quickly starting to down the tankard. As he swallows the swill he swiftly loses whatever smidge of himself that remained in this northern paragon of a body. His chest fills out with a bit of weight as beer trickles down the beard expanding further down his face. As he swallows his voice develops into an impossible to mistake accent. It’s just, didn’t he have something to do today? His brown eyes sparkle as they brighten to a green bright enough to be in the tricolor as he laughs. What could he have to do today more important than celebrating his home country! America is fine and all that but fwoh, could certainly stand to be more like his homeland. Charlie, tired of thinking so much on a day like this, gives into a primal urge of celebration and joins the bacchanal. Charles Morris would not arrive to push whatever buttons and keys he was supposed to at work that day. But Charlie Mulligan was having the greatest time of his life, as he would continue to do evermore.

[baby-dr1ver]

Lactation with Daniel? 🤭

being pregnant wasn't as fun as everyone makes it out to be. don't get you wrong you loved that you got to create a life inside you, growing fingers and toes..organs, shit is weird.

what sucks is waddling around with a swollen belly, swollen ankles, and nipples that won't stop leaking. no matter how many times you pumped, it seemed like the milk never stopped coming. you were changing shirts at least twice a day.

daniel took notice of this. how uncomfortable you got when your shirt got soaked, or when you had to pump. he felt terrible when you'd wince and hold your breast like you'd been stabbed or something. but also, there was a certain interest that formed inside his head.....

"hey babe, can you pass me the pump?" you asked and gestured to the side table. daniel was zoned out, well, zoned in actually. he watched in fascination as you pulled your shirt down and exposed your wet breasts. "danny?" you called out again.

he snapped out of his daze and quickly found the pump. "s-sorry, must have zoned out for a second." he said as his eyes drifted down to your breasts again. you smirked, "sure, zoned out huh? you know if you have questions, you can ask me dan."

daniel gulped and reached out to graze your shoulder. "well, what-what does it feel like? or I guess.." he trailed off as he tried to find the words. luckily, you could read him like an open book, and you knew exactly what he wanted. "danny, baby, do you want to taste it?" his eyebrows raised at your question. he bit his lip, look down at your boobs and nodded. "..yeah, but only if your okay with it!" ever the gentleman danny was, no matter what he always made sure you were okay with things.

you giggled and sat up against the pillows and pat between your legs for him to lay down. he got between your knees and had his elbows on either side of your hips, propping his head up. he looked at your nipples intently, flicking one of them. he watched as milk dribbled out, and he leaned forward to lick it off.

you gasped and grasped the back of his neck. "can I?..." he asked as his eyes flicked to yours and then back to your nipple. you nodded your head and pulled him closer to you. danny sealed his lips around your nipple, and gave a harsh suck, making you wince and tug on his hair. his free hand found your other breast and gave it a soft squeeze as an apology. he would flick one nipple with his fingers, as he viscously sucked on the other. like he was a baby trying to get as much milk as he could. he moaned lowly at the feeling of milk dripping down his hand, and down his throat. it was sweet and creamy, and he was greedy. he wanted this all to himself, he almost forgot he had a baby on the way who would need this to survive.

this went on for awhile, daniel sucking and licking at your nipples while you moaned and groaned and at the feeling of his warm tongue. mostly out of relief, this was a much better way to empty your milk than the pump.

he popped off boob and you panted. "so..what's the verdict honey?" he blushed, "taste..sweet. oddly sweet, I get why baby's are so fond of it." this made you laugh, leave it to Daniel Riccardo to make a joke in any situation. "yeah? glad I could satiate your curiosity babe."

he smiled up at you and helped you cover up. "and then some honey, and then some."

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IWTV S2 Ep8 Musings - Loumand (Spoilers)

This was so effed up, wow; I'm FURIOUS with Armand, even though I've been expecting this from him since Season 1. Cuz the ish he said just never lined up right; the most unreliable narrator's been Armand the whole time! Louis' brain is scrambled, but at least he's SINCERE. But THIS mofo has been deliberately LYING since JUMP.

Longest divorce proceedings ever--took 77 years, dang. Armand said it was the night Madeleine was turned--Mr. They Gave Me A Choice. I Chose. But that's a effing lie, too!

Cuz in Ep6, BEFORE Louis even told Armand he was gonna turn Madz, Santiago was busy committing all those "strange crimes reported;" climbing the Eiffel Tower to wake up Lestat, and breaking into cinemas to steal their color film reels for the Trial's projector.

They threw Sam under the bus as if HE wrote effed up Trial script--but THIS was when they actually started writing it--with ARMAND's input & direction.

But I'm jumping ahead.

WTF is going on here?! O_O Is this a human the Theatre keeps around for the plays, zoned out so they stay alive until they're on stage? So Armand's punishment is the shame of having to feed the "cattle"? And HOW MANY nights was Lou in there? :(

Louis was locked up for over a MONTH!? 😨 While Armand just SAT THERE?!

Lou's not screaming from starvation, MORON--he starved himself for YEARS. His DAUGHTER is DEAD.

The frame of Paul is wild--Louis was ready to end it all. U_U He didn't want to be "rescued"--he wanted his baby girl back. "What was left to endure for?"

Man's a consummate actor--everything you're about to see is FAKE.

A "sacrifice" for the "god" Armand serves, eh? (AMC got my guy out here sucking on rocks, omg. XD I hope they taste like chips or popcorn or something.)

Louis CONSTANTLY shushing people on this show, I love it!

LIES. Lou's WAY too good for Armand; I'd've been like SURPRISE! 🔥 "My rage and madness were asleep--" chile. You loved Armand, and thought he'd cared enough to save you, which is why you were able to swallow that weak AF I Could Not Prevent It excuse from a 500 yr old vamp.

Daniel is on the hunt! I LOVE how they're introducing Raglan like he's just some kindly ole assistant/researcher/editor. Honey, you've got a big storm coming! "Reciprocation"--Daniel's a vampire now, so you KNOW Raglan's gonna start cashing in them I-O-Us from Dan! 💀

77 years later.... 😬

200 years is a mighty long time to maintain a relationship built on death threats, power imbalances, and lies.

Lestat was right--even 77 years was a effing miracle--extra time bought at the price of Louis' memories being oh-so-conveniently erased.

THEY rehearsed it--LIE. There Armand goes, deflecting culpability.

Louis sleeping in Claudia's coffin, stop, my feels. U_U

Omfg Armand; of COURSE you don't remember the last thing y'all said to e/o in Paris b4 y'all left Lestat to travel Egypt--but you can "remember" alllll this other bullcrap, eh?

So they've already done Trinity Gate?

BY ALL MEANS. EXPOSE THEM.

Not Sam being in Daftpunk, y'all need to stop IMMEDIATELY. (But now I know wtf was going on in the Season 3 announcement--I was so confused why they were mentioning Sam!)

ARMAND told the coven to let the audience read Claudia's diaries and VIOLATE her body (of work), omfg 😱

Mr Frankenstein disrespected her at EVERY turn!

I could forgive spitting over "Come to Me" and how Loustat met in NOLA, but I draw the line at spitting at adding the animation of Lestat killing that dear sweet racoon! XD

Armand had the NERVE to look away when they bum-rushed Claudia & Louis with the Mind Gift.

"It's their turn to hurt--" ARMAND said he didn't think Louis would love him for 200 years, so he SOLD THEM TF OUT--to DIE.

They were HOBBLING AROUND WITH GASHED ANKLES, LAUGHED at, and stuffed in RAT BOXES! And ARMAND was in on the whole thing!

This is WILD, AMC, y'all are sick for this, but I love it!

Is DANIEL using Armand's "slave name" and abusing him, y'all? HUH? It's all BULLCRAP--Armand's BEEN in control, with all the real power the WHOLE. EFFING. TIME.

EFF what you call him, or whatever kinky ROLES he PLAYS.

ARMAND decides who lives and dies, as THE coven master--eff who's called Maitre!

Armand was gonna let Lou DIE. "He just took credit for it when the opportunity presented itself." Wow.

He let Louis suffer in that crypt for over a MONTH before he FINALLY had a change of hear/conscience and pulled him out!

And even then he wasn't gonna go WITH Louis--he expected Louis to flee Paris! ALONE.

He stayed with Louis cuz Louis destroyed his whole effing coven! Who else did Armand HAVE but Louis after that? HE CHOSE THE COVEN.

Poor dear; he wasn't held enough between ritualistic fledgling executions. 🙄😒 "We are teachers of one another! Louis, everything that gives you happiness gives me...." WHAT? What does it give you, Armand? (I cannot WAIT for S3 to do more DM, cuz I've been HATING Armand connected in any way to Louis & Claudia. I don't like not liking Armand; he's my fave book character! But AMC's bound & determined to make me spit every time he starts talking.)

Excellent grounds to get the house, the dog, the Farm, Damek, AND Rashid in the divorce! XD

And this gremlin's got the audacity to STILL be lying, even when caught LITERALLY red-handed with his notes to Santiago in the effing margins--meanwhile CLAUDIA was CONDEMNED TO DEATH for premeditating Lestat's death in HER written diaries--which ARMAND had passed around like candy at his carnival of horrors!

"An insignificant detail delivered by an insignificant mortal"--Rolin must hate Armand, he's not giving this dude an INCH. XD And SAM delivered it, not Daniel. SAM snitched on the coven. (WHEN?! And WHY?)

I don't like the whole "you should fear the other one--" only for Raglan to be like SOS GET OUT OF THERE NOW. Didn't Raglan know Armand was lying his arse off? Or was it misdirection--fear Louis' retribution when he busts a cap in Armand's lying arse?

DanLou nation RISE! ^0^

This was beautiful; I'm so happy for them. They started off TERRIBLY, but look at that bond just blossom like a magnolia tree Armand tried to clip and prune and graft and manipulate--only for it to flourish wild and free!

[verianal]

Dan and phil drawings because i found some sketches in my book that were cute and also because i went feral for phil exposed shoulder like victorian man seeing ankles for the first time

Plus this... 😁 Im so funny and halirous LAUGH

[midnight-miseryy]

tiger's eye

yes

GDHDHDHDHFH🥺🥺🥺 thank youuu ahh<3

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@flowereyedg1rl hope you're doing well 🫶

LAST SONG: Fast Car

FAVOURITE COLOR: Lavender

CURRENTLY WATCHING: Rewatching S1 of The Diplomat before S2 release

LAST MOVIE: The Killer (it was okay, i was a little disappointed)

SWEET/SPICY/SAVORY: I'm sorry I cannot choose😭 savoury, sweet and then savoury again to balance the sweetness and then some more sweet ;3 I unfortunately cannot handle spicy food :/

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single

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LAST THING YOU GOOGLED: How savoury is spelled :3

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[mordenheim]

I won't let you down

Dan was Donnie’s most reliable friend.  He always told him “I won’t let you down,” and he very much meant it.  If Donnie needed a few bucks to last him until payday?  Danny was right there, even if it meant he went without.  If Donnie needed someone to cover for him while he headed out to go fishing, Dan was more than willing to pick up the slack.

They often spent the weekends together, riding up and down the country roads, taking turns with one driving while the other drank, though Donnie drank a lot more often than Dan.  They fished, hunted, and had a grand time.

Other weekends, Donnie would invite him over with other friends for poker nights.  Everyone brought one roll of quarters and you played until you were out of coins.  Of course on more than one occasion, Dan provided a roll for Donnie.

It only made sense that the two of them were sitting on the side of the river when the world went to hell.  The two of them were relaxing on the shore of the bay, drinking beers and trading dirty jokes, while they tried to catch a fish or two.

After a few hours and almost a dozen beers, Donnie finally got a bite on his line.  He grabbed the pole and started struggling, trying to pull it in.

“Dan!  Gimme a hand, here!”

Dan jumped to his feet and grabbed the pole near the front so that the springy rod wouldn’t snap.  “I won’t let you down!”

Unable to turn the reel, they just grabbed the rod and slowly pulled back, walking away from the shore.  They moved slowly, trying not to snap the line as the weight on the other end didn’t seem to be fighting or struggling, just heavy.

Once it was pulled ashore, however, it was Donnie that practically shoved his friend out of the way to get a closer look at the seaweed caked bundle.  It shifted and wriggled on the shore like some huge fish that had become tangled.  He didn’t expect to see exposed bone on the bloated human hand that lashed out and grabbed his ankle.  Neither the exposed teeth in the skull that lunged out and latched onto his ankle.

He screamed in pain as Dan grabbed a rock to bash in the skull of the creature.  He tucked himself under the other man’s arm and helped him hobble back to the truck.  “We have to get you to the hospital!”

Donnie shot back, “Are you nuts?  I don’t have any insurance.  I can’t afford that!  Just get me back to your place.  You still have the spare room in the attic, right?  I can rest up for a day or two there while I heal up, right?”

“Yeah yeah..  I won’t let you down.”

A few hours later, they were back at Dan’s house.  They had done their best to doctor the leg, but it was already looking pretty bad.  Dan begged his friend to go to the hospital, but he wouldn’t.

Dan sighed as he set his friend up with a cooler full of beer, a radio and some snacks.  Sighing, he flopped down on the couch and flicked on the television.  

Every channel was locked on the news.  A national emergency was being declared as the dead were rising.  Skeletal remains were clawing their way out of the earth in some places while cemeteries with concrete vaults were filled with the sound of thumps and screams coming from below the earth.

They were attacking and eating the living, and those who weren’t killed immediately died soon after from some sort of blood infection.  They would rise soon after, mindless zombies who were ready to attack the nearest warm body.

Dan winced as he looked up the staircase near where he sat.  He heard Donnie moaning and retching all the way in the living room.  Stepping outside for a moment, he went around to the garage and grabbed an aluminum ladder and carried it inside.

Making his way up the stairs as quietly as he could, he stared at the folding staircase that led up to the finished attic.  Silently, he carefully folded the stairs upwards onto themselves before letting the trap door spring upwards with a loud bang.  He could hear Donnie dragging himself across the floor towards the now closed passage.

Dan shoved the ladder up under the door, kicking the bottom of it to make sure it was tightly jammed into place.  Just in time as he could hear Donnie starting to bang on the folded ladder.

“Dan!  L.. Let me out of here!”

Panting, Dan leaned back against the wall, shaking his head, pale with fear.  “No way, Donnie.  I won’t let you down.”

[wewaitinthatspace]

finally meeting the celebrities @dans-exposed-ankle

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[titslikethis]

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@darlingnemesis thank you for the tag this was SO fun!! <3

because i couldn't choose here's one more :3

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[wewaitinthatspace]

Do you have a favourite Pokemon

helloo sorry for taking so long to answer.

ok so the thing is I've never really being into Pokemon very much.

I mean I used to watch the shows periodically and I loved them. My cousins and I used to play the Pokemon FireRed game on our pcs for hours and hours. But I've never religiously followed Pokemon ever. So I can't make a educated choice when it comes to my favourite Pokemon lol. This question is more suited for @dans-exposed-ankle or my brother really. But I will try to answer this question with the knowledge they've tried to impart to me over th years. And @dans-exposed-ankle can answer this question next.

I must say when it comes to Pokemons I judge the book by it's cover. I'm also particularly attracted to the water Pokemons (this is because of Avatar: The Last Airbender) and always chose squirtle in FireRed.

But. Articuno is my favourite. Mainly because they look so majestic and also. Water. And flying. But also looks amazing.

Thanks for sending the ask!! Sorry for the very longggggg answer lmao.