#emmy ramblings

[felis-insomnis]

I very much enjoy booping, but tumblr is running like ass today and I'm already low on spoons so I'm not returning boops as well as I'd like :(

[hyunjins-orange-slice-too]

hi.. so this video makes me want to die. are you joking!? the way he MOVES. and look at his hair 😭😭 and his arm wrapping around his middle. and his NOSE. and literally everything else about him.

im a crumpled mess on the floor. christopher pls stomp on me. (but tell me that i did a good job after you do it pls.)

[reinvent-and-believe]

i don’t anticipate that phil will win the emmy…honestly, i’ll be absolutely floored if anyone other than ebon moss-bachrach wins, although i’m still mystified as to how the bear is considered a comedy…but it seriously gives me so much joy that he’s nominated. he’s delivered such consistently strong performances for three seasons, and he’s gracefully and deftly executed jamie’s beautiful arc.

i’m interested to see which episodes they submitted for the ted lasso cast members! i always think that’s fascinating. for phil, i’m almost positive it’s Mom City, that’s jamie’s episode, but i’m less sure for the others. jason could have been Mom City too, although Sunflowers also makes sense for him. juno i could see being nominated for We’ll Never Have Paris. i’m not sure for hannah; maybe Sunflowers or So Long, Farewell?

brett could be a few, but if i were the one picking i’d probably go with (I Don’t Want To Go To) Chelsea. he’s got that monologue that haunts me, where he’s talking to the diamond dogs about how he should have stayed at chelsea and just enjoyed himself, let himself be happy, “but that is not who i am, i guess.” but he also did great work the whole season so who knows.

anyway!!!! i’m just really excited for all of them!!!!

[coldascyou]

im going to say something thats gonna get ppl pissed but its just so weird i cant take it anymore.

taylor’s stalker has been arrested 3 times in the last 5 days. he keeps getting released, and RIGHT after getting released he goes back to her house again.

there are thousands of horrific AI pictures of her on twitter, which get thousands of likes and are not taken down no matter how many reports ppl make. but as soon as you say something to the men that made those disgusting NON-consensual pics, your tweet gets banned.

yet, somehow, someway no one seems to bat an eye on it which is so crazy to me bc no one seems to extend a sympathy towards her or accept that whats happening to her is just BLATANT misogyny. idk what occured in these last few years for yall to think misogyny can’t just happen to any women but its driving me crazy. yes she’s rich, white and priviledged yet STILL experiences these things, doesn’t that make you wonder just how pervasive misogyny is????

[timethehobo]

Emmy being self-conscious of his age, and maybe even about how he looks. 🥺 Rook loves him anyway.

[labotor]

my bougie dwarf LoF rook Tyarva and her sugar baby silly charming professor who she adores so very much <333

[upsidedownwithsteve]

Of course I’m here. Big surprise.

I’d love some soft!dom energy from countryclub!steve when we’re being a little needy. 😇

Leighanne my beloved 👹 18+

“No, no, Thursday should be fine— mhmm. Well, talk to Richard and see what he says, surely we can’t push it much further—”

You knew fine well Steve was still on his call, you could hear his voice through his office door, his tired, bored tone sighing into the receiver. He’d told you ten minutes though, and well, that had been twenty minutes ago.

So you didn’t feel too guilty when you snuck in, lips pressed together to hide your smile and Steve glanced at you with surprise as you closed the oak door behind you. His whole office smelled like him, like leather and whisky and expensive cologne. He was sat behind his desk, an impressive thing made of dark wood and topped with a forest green leather covering.

There were files all over it, receipts and email print outs, an open cigar case that hadn’t been touched yet, a glass of something amber that was yet to be drunk. Steve looked tired, the top few buttons of his shirt undone, the white linen rolled past his elbows, his suit jacket thrown across the sofa on the other side of the room. You watched him take a hand through his hair and he smiled at you as he listened to whoever was droning on.

It didn’t quite reach his eyes, though.

So you took it upon yourself to wiggle between the desk and Steve’s legs, smiling when he shifted for you, rolling back on the wheels of the chair, his cell still pressed to his ear. He didn’t seem to be listening as intently as before when you dropped into his lap.

“What? Yeah, no, no, of course. Surely we can have the meeting over a conference call?”

You weren’t sure what meeting this call was regarding but you busied yourself with sneaking a hand into Steve’s open shirt, your palm finding warm skin and a smattering of chest hair. You felt his heart race under your fingertips, grinning when his eyes turned a little glassy and his gaze dropped to your lips.

“I’m listening,” he murmured into the phone, lying through his teeth. His hips moved under yours, adjusting himself until his hardening cock was felt properly under your ass. “New York, sure…” he trailed off, coughing a little when you leaned in to kiss at his throat.

You squirmed against him, dress riding up your thighs, Steve’s hand trailing the cotton, his eyes following behind. You watched him suck his bottom lip between his teeth, his expression appreciative. You wondered how far he’d let you take this, if he’d let you sink to your knees under his desk and—

“Hold on a sec, Fred— yeah, two seconds, I just gotta—” Steve pulled the phone away from his face, his hand covering the mouthpiece. He raised his brows at you, doing his best to hide his smile as he leaned in, nose nudging yours. “Did you need somethin’, honey?”

You pouted, dress strap slipping off your shoulder as you played up for him, lips brushing his. “You,” you whispered, as if it were a secret.

Steve smirked, a salacious thing that still made your thighs push together. He tapped at your hip then, coaxing you off of him and you wanted to tut, you wanted to protest. But the man didn’t give you any time to feel offended, nor rejected. He knocked his knuckles onto the top of his desk and nodded towards it.

“Gimme your underwear, baby and hop up.”

You blinked, lips parting.

“You got five seconds, honey, or you can wait ‘til this call is done, your choice,” Steve murmured in a song-song, his tone leaving no room for discussion. He wiggled the phone that he was still doing his best to silence. “Drop ‘em.”

With your hands curling into the sides of lace, you pulled the underwear off of your hips and down your legs, your dress rucked up indecently as you did, showing your fiancé a flash of bare skin, soft and wet in the places he liked most. You worried with the papers strewn everywhere, trying your best to gather them into a neat pile but Steve spoke from behind you once more.

“Five, four…”

You stifled a laugh, shoving them to the side before hopping onto the cool wood and Steve grinned, victorious. He moved back, the wheels of his chair skating across the floor as he settled himself in front of you. “Yeah, yeah I’m here, apologies. You were saying? New York?” Steve didn’t miss a beat as he took your underwear from your hand, stuffed them in his pocket and tapped at your knee.

You knew what he wanted, what he was silently saying.

Open.

You felt your face warm as you spread your legs, sticky thighs parting as you bared yourself to the man in the dim glow of the setting sun and the lamp on his sideboard. Steve’s lips parted, a barely audible groan coming from his chest that he covered with a cough. He used one hand to settle your feet on either side of his seat, keeping you wide for him, your cunt on show as you sat back on your elbows, waiting for his next move.

You didn’t have to wait long.

A single finger, used to trace up and down the seam of your folds, gathering the wetness there, slow and shallow. He was barely touching your clit.

“I’m sure that’ll work,” he was saying. His eyes didn’t leave yours. “If we manage to secure the Parker funding, I can’t imagine it’ll be too much trouble.”

He pulled his hand back to drag his finger over his tongue, humming at your taste and apparently something his colleague was saying. Steve didn’t miss a beat when he brought it back once more, immediately sliding his middle finger into your pussy. You whined, cutting yourself off short with teeth to your lip and Steve stilled, throwing you a warning glance.

“Oh, of course,” he continued, as if he weren’t knuckles deep in you. “If we can manage to get it into the schedule that day, we might as well go for it…” he curled his finger up before adding another, grinning when you threw your head back. “…I’m sure it’ll be a tight fit.”

Withdrawing, he leaned forward, nudging at your chin to gain your attention and Steve brushed his fingers over your lips. He pouted at you, waiting. You opened without hesitation, showing off as you stuck out your tongue and let Steve drag his slick covered digits over it. His thumb brushed your cheek in reward and then he settled back into his seat, using the same two fingers to draw circles over your clit.

A slow, soft tease, steady and messy, over and over and over—

“No, you’re fine, Fred.” Steve smirked at you, brows knitting together in faux sympathy as you screwed your face up in pleasure. He was going to make you cum while you couldn’t make a sound. “I’ve got plenty of time to talk.”

[luna-loveboop]

Linktober day twelve- favourite game

Skyward sword! My favourite game forever :)) The duets with Fi are by far my favourite gameplay aspect and recurring scenes in the game.

The music is The Ballad of the Goddess with Link's harp accompaniment. I played through on three different instruments like fifteen times, and checked every note on ocarina before I carved it. So. It's very accurate. Close ups of the music +my reference because yes

Also I replaced the treble clef with the triforce

:)

[divinesolas]

he saw the bad actor allegations, put down his mixes and got to WORK !

[worldsbiggestnerd101]

hey chat 😈 murder drones has had me in a chokehold for the past two-ish weeks now, and i’ve finally done something productive with it!!

ta-da!! i’m finally editing again and i’m super proud of how this one came out :D it took me a good few hours, i hope y’all enjoy :3

[saltpepperbeard]

i feel like we aren’t talking enough about taika’s acting in the storm scene. because holy shit dude. his facial expressions, his maniacal laughter, the swings to his voice…

like, it had me stunned on the first watch, but on the second watch i was FLOORED.

[felis-insomnis]

I forgot I left my queue at 30/day……..and then went inactive for a few weeks I can’t remember the last time my queue was empty

[hyunjins-orange-slice-too]

i’m about to lose my goddamn mind. i’m at work and i see this? my face is so red. i can’t do this christopher i cant.

and he just goes “surprise..?”

[reidsaurora]

Prentiss, on the phone: Hey, Hotch, can I borrow $5000?

Hotch: Why do you need $5000?

Prentiss: For an escape room.

Hotch: What kind of escape room costs $5000?!?!

Prentiss:

Prentiss: Jail.

[coldascyou]

in honor of reputation era making a comeback i’d like to bring this back😭 reputation ss was a fever dream

[timethehobo]

Psst fellow Emmrichmancers, would yall be keen if I made more merch of him?

I mostly want to explore making other items, but just worry about having too many extras in stock. 🤔 Sticking to just him first cos I can’t possibly fund all the companions.