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monsterroonio · 10 months ago
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more surface Rood because I am obsessed with them. They're so emotionally stunted its crazy
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4belphie · 1 year ago
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when i can romance mephisto i’m gonna be sooo insufferable
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bohemian-nights · 1 year ago
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Call me crazy but I know that TGC hates certains aspects of Aegons characterization and I'll be honest when I saw that scene between Aegon and Baela at the dinner table I analyzed the hell out of that moment especially when Aegon was pouring his drink and you can physically see the gears turning in his head when he's deciding whether or not he was going to say some thing to her! Call me crazy but I definitely see the potential for Aegon and Baela (Aegon along with Aemond sees Jace and Luke as unworthy bastards and in his own twisted way definitely think that Baela deserves better) they are slowly starting to become my favorite crackship!
Oh yeah, you can tell he thinks that some of the stuff they’ve written up for his character is absolutely ridiculous(looking at you Sara Hess once again who said Aegon is still likable even though he’s a rapist🙃).
Anyway, I’ll be honest and say I was way too focused on the glance between Rhaemond at the dinner table to notice Baegon, but I see it now 🙌🏽
The potential is delicious. Like there’ll be lots of fighting because they both have a lot of energy, but I think that they’d weirdly get each other. They are protectors at heart(see how Aegon had Aemond’s back during that scene and in the deleted scene how Baela wanted to fight with and for her family). They are the oldest siblings and the wild child. They can match each other crazy and keep each other on their toes.
IMO this crackship is one of the few ones that can work before and after the Dance.
Love the Aegon seeing Jace and saying I’m better than him and swooping in because of course a bastard shouldn’t have Baela Targaryen(he's telling himself the entire time that she's annoying and too wild, ironic yes, but something keeps pulling him to her) 🙌🏽
Now I raise you Aegon and Baela hating each other for their respective parts in the war but they slowly start to fall for each other because they see how the other cares for their remaining family members❤️‍🔥
There are just so many possibilities. This pairing is everything and they should be talked about more🙌🏽
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wolfiemun-official · 6 months ago
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Shadowheart got tuckered out while repairing the farm
Not to fear! Lae'zel and her red hen, Quiche, will make sure she's safe while she sleeps 🐤
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latin5mamii · 2 months ago
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Hate you - Jude Bellingham
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WARNINGS: smut, +18 minors dni, cocky Jude alert!! Long chapter😚
SUMMARY: You hate him, right?Or at least you thought so…
GENRE: Enemies to lovers
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you all so much for the love on the first chapter! I’m so grateful for your support. I’ve been taking a short break to improve my writing, especially since English isn’t my first language, and i didn’t expect so much support! I’ll be back with being more active on writing soon, but I’m focusing on making each story better. Thanks for being patient and for all your love!🤍
You didn’t even know why you actually accepted this ‘date.’
Right now, in front of your bathroom mirror, you literally want to die. You agreed to the date to do what? Prove him wrong? Show him you’re unaffected by his charm? “Pride can get you killed” God, they were so right for this.
You pace back and forth, scowling at your reflection. You don’t want to give Jude the satisfaction of thinking he got under your skin. But here you are, taking extra time to look perfect, as if you’re about to meet someone who actually matters. You feel stupid for caring this much.
With a groan, you finally decide on an outfit. Casual enough to say “this means nothing,” but still flattering enough to make him choke on that smug smirk of his. You’re definitely not doing this for him… just a reminder to yourself that you’ve got it like that,right?
Now, as you stand in front of his door, you can’t shake the nerves. It’s just the usual banter, you tell yourself. It’s not a real date. Besides, the setting doesn’t matter,he’s still the same infuriating guy you can’t stand.
The door swings open, and there he is, leaning casually against the doorframe like he’s been waiting for this moment his whole life. He’s in a simple black tee and jeans, looking annoyingly relaxed and somehow even more attractive. You’re already regretting the butterflies in your stomach.
“Right on time,” he says with a smirk, stepping aside to let you in.
You roll your eyes, determined to stay in control. “I’m punctual. You should try it sometime.”
He chuckles, leading you into the living room. It’s a sleek, modern space, but still cozy. A bottle of red wine is already open on the table, two glasses waiting. You glance around, trying to keep your mind off the fact that this feels oddly intimate.
“Wine okay with you?” he asks, pouring the glasses.
“Depends. Are you planning on getting me drunk to make this bearable?” you shoot back, taking the glass he hands you.
Jude raises an eyebrow, amusement in his eyes. "Of course not," he says, his voice dripping with mock seriousness. "Though, if I did, at least then you might admit you actually enjoy my company."
You scoff, taking a sip of the wine. It's smooth and surprisingly good. "Never."
“You never give up, huh?” He smiles at you and you feel your cheeks literally burn. And despite your best efforts, a smile tugs at the corner of your lips. 
“There it is,” Jude says, a slow grin spreading across his face.
“There what is?” you ask, taking another sip to hide the warmth creeping up your cheeks.
“That smile. You spend so much time pretending to hate everything, I was starting to think you forgot how to have fun.”
“I know how to have fun,” you retort, your tone defensive. “Just not with you.”
Jude chuckles, settling into the couch beside you, close enough that you can feel the heat of his body, but not so close that it feels like an invasion of space. 
He swirls his glass of wine. “How long are we going to keep pretending that you hate me?”
You meet his gaze, refusing to back down. “I’m not pretending.”
“Prove it,” he challenges, his voice dropping to a lower, more intimate tone.
Your heart skips a beat, but you refuse to show any sign of weakness. “I don’t need to prove anything to you,” you say, your voice steady despite the rapid pounding of your heart.
Jude’s smirk returns, and he leans in slightly, just enough that you can feel his breath on your lips. “Scared you might like it?” he taunts, his words laced with that same infuriating confidence.
It’s a dangerous game you’re playing, but for some reason, you can’t bring yourself to back down.
“Please,” you scoff, though your voice wavers just slightly. “There’s nothing you could do that would make me like you.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that,” he murmurs, his eyes dropping to your lips for just a fraction of a second before meeting your gaze again. “I think you might be surprised.”
You want to argue, to tell him he’s full of himself, but the words stick in your throat. Because, deep down, you know there’s a part of you that’s drawn to him, no matter how much you try to deny it.
He leans back slightly, giving you just enough space to breathe, but the intensity in his gaze doesn’t waver. “Why did you agree to this date?” he asks, his tone more serious now, the playful edge gone.
“I didn’t know this was a date,” you reply, lifting your chin defiantly, trying to regain the upper hand.
Jude chuckles softly, shaking his head. “Come on, you’re smarter than that. You knew exactly what this was.”
You meet his gaze, trying to keep your voice steady. “Maybe I just wanted to see what all the fuss was about. I’ve heard enough stories about you.”
“Oh, yeah? And what did you hear?” he asks, leaning in again, his eyes locking onto yours.
“That you’re an overconfident player who can’t even drive himself to his own games and training,” you quip, a smirk tugging at your lips as you throw the dig his way.
Jude laughs, clearly amused rather than offended. “Fair enough. I guess I’ve got other things I’m better at.” He gives you a slow, suggestive smile, and you roll your eyes, even as your heart skips a beat.
“You’re so full of yourself,” you mutter, taking another sip of wine to distract yourself from how close he’s sitting, how warm his presence is next to you.
“Maybe,” he admits with a shrug, “but I think you like it.”
“Think again,” you shoot back, but the words come out weaker than you intended.
Jude shifts even closer, his knee brushing against yours, and you can feel the heat radiating off his skin. “I know you’re trying hard not to, but you can’t help it. I’m in your head, aren’t I?”
The tension between you is electric, the air so thick with it that it's almost hard to breathe. You try to find the words to throw back at him, to maintain your composure, but they catch in your throat as Jude moves even closer, his breath hot against your skin.
"Just as i thought" he murmurs, his voice so low it sends shivers down your spine.
Your heart pounds in your chest, every instinct telling you to push him away, to make some cutting remark and put him in his place. But you can't. Instead, your body betrays you, leaning in just slightly, drawn to him in a way you can’t quite control.
Jude notices, of course. He always does. His eyes darken, a slow smile spreading across his lips as he closes the gap between you. “See? I knew you wanted this.”
“Shut up,” you whisper, but the words lack conviction.
"Make me," he challenges, his voice a rough growl as he leans in, capturing your lips in a kiss that steals the breath from your lungs.
His touch is fire, his hands roaming over your body with a hunger that mirrors your own, and you arch into him, unable to hold back the soft moan that escapes your lips as his mouth trails down your neck. It’s overwhelming, the intensity of it all, but you don’t want it to stop. You want more,more of him, more of this, whatever it is that’s driving you both to the edge.
Jude’s lips find yours again, and this time the kiss is slower, more deliberate, as if he’s savoring the taste of you, the feel of your body beneath his. 
“Tell me you don’t want this and I'll stop” he murmurs against your lips, his voice rough and full of need.
“Don’t stop,” you whisper back, the admission slipping out before you can stop it.
Jude doesn’t hesitate. He kisses you deeply, his hands gripping your hips as he pulls you into his lap, your legs straddling him as he deepens the kiss, his hands roaming over your back, your sides, as if he’s trying to memorize the feel of you. The sensation of his body against yours is overwhelming, the warmth of his skin searing through your clothes, and you can’t help the moan that escapes your lips as his hands find their way under your shirt, fingers brushing against your bare skin.
“You’re so fucking stubborn,” he mutters against your lips, his voice rough with desire.
“And you’re so fucking annoying,” you shoot back, but the bite in your words is softened by the way you’re clinging to him, your body betraying the emotions you’ve tried so hard to keep in check.
His response is a low, satisfied growl as he flips you over onto the couch, his body hovering over yours. The weight of him pressing you into the cushions is intoxicating, and for a moment, all you can do is stare up at him, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you try to catch your breath.
"Say you hate me again," Jude dares, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers the challenge. "I want to hear it."
You know he’s playing with you, pushing you to admit the truth you’ve been denying for so long. But instead of pushing him away, you pull him closer, your hands gripping his shirt as you bring his lips back to yours in a fierce, hungry kiss. 
"Fuck you," you murmur against his lips, but there's no venom in your words. It's almost affectionate, a twisted way of admitting that you've lost this battle, at least for now.
Jude grins against your mouth, his hands sliding under your shirt, fingers tracing over your heated skin. "I was hoping you'd say that," he whispers, his voice thick with desire.
His hands slipping under your shirt, pushing it up and over your head. He leans back just enough to take you in, his eyes dark and hungry as they roam over your body. “You don’t hate me. You’ve never hated me.”
“Shut up,” you repeat, but the words are weaker now, barely a whisper as he kisses a trail down your neck, his hands making quick work of the rest of your clothes.His teeth grazing your skin as he makes his way lower, and you can’t hold back the moan that escapes your lips when he finally reaches your chest. His hands are everywhere, caressing, teasing, driving you wild with need.
“You’re going to beg,” Jude whispers against your skin, his voice a low growl. “And I’m going to enjoy every second of it.”
You bite back a retort, determined to stay in control, but it’s getting harder with every touch, every kiss. When his mouth finally closes over your breast, his tongue flicking over your nipple, you arch into him, your hands tangling in his hair as you try to pull him closer.
He’s relentless, his hands and mouth driving you to the edge, but you’re not ready to give in. Not yet. You pull him up, capturing his lips in another searing kiss, your hands fumbling with his belt as you try to get it undone.
Jude grins against your lips, helping you get rid of his jeans, and when he’s finally free, you can feel just how hard he is, how much he wants you. It sends a thrill through you, knowing that you’re affecting him just as much as he’s affecting you.
You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him down against you, and he groans, his hips grinding against yours. The friction is almost too much, and you’re both breathing hard, your bodies pressed together.
But Jude doesn’t give you a chance to catch your breath. He moves down again, this time sliding his hand between your thighs, finding the wetness there with a satisfied growl.
“Already so wet for me,” he murmurs, his fingers sliding against your slick folds, teasing you, driving you crazy with need.
“Jude…” you moan, trying to keep control, but it’s slipping fast.
He chuckles darkly, his fingers dipping inside you, curling just right, and you can’t stop the way your hips move, seeking more of his touch.
“Say it,” he demands, his voice low and commanding. “Say you want me.”
“In your dreams,” you pant, even as your body betrays you, moving against his hand, desperate for more.
“Every fucking night ” Jude growls, his thumb finding your clit, pressing down just right, and you gasp, your back arching as pleasure courses through you.
He doesn’t give you a chance to recover, his mouth replacing his hand as he moves lower, his tongue sliding against your sensitive flesh, tasting you, driving you wild with every stroke.
“Jude, please” you whisper, the words slipping out before you can stop them.
Jude looks up at you, his eyes dark and full of desire. “There it is” he says, his voice rough with satisfaction. “I knew you’d beg.”
But he doesn’t stop. He continues his relentless assault on your senses, his tongue flicking over your clit, his fingers sliding inside you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge until you’re right there, teetering on the brink.
“Come for me,” he murmurs against your skin, and that’s all it takes. You cry out, your body convulsing as the pleasure crashes over you, leaving you trembling beneath him.
Jude’s lips curl into a wicked smile as he hovers above you, his body pressing against yours, the heat between you almost unbearable. He slides into you with a slow, deliberate thrust, making you feel every inch of him as he sinks deeper. The sensation sends a shiver through you, and you can’t hold back the moan that escapes your lips.
“Fuck,” Jude groans, his voice low and rough, “You feel so good. So fucking tight.”
You bite your lip, trying to stifle the sounds threatening to spill out, but it’s useless. He knows exactly what he’s doing, each thrust driving you wild, his words only adding fuel to the fire.
“You’re so wet for me,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. “You like this, don’t you? Being fucked by the guy you ‘hate’ so much?”
You dig your nails into his shoulders, clinging to him as he picks up the pace . “Shut up,” you gasp, but the way your body responds to him betrays your words. Every roll of his hips, every deep stroke has you melting beneath him.
“Oh, I don’t think you really want that,” Jude taunts, his voice dripping with confidence. He pulls back slightly, just enough to leave you wanting, teasing you.
“Tell me how much you want it. How much you want me.”
“Jude…” you moan, the sound more of a plea than you intended.
His eyes darken with desire, and he pushes back in, harder this time, his pace relentless as he drives into you. “Say it,” he demands, his voice rough with need. “Tell me you need me.”
You’re on the edge, teetering between holding on to your pride and giving in to the overwhelming pleasure he’s giving you. His hand slides down your body, fingers finding your clit, rubbing it in tight, skilled circles that have you seeing stars.
“Fuck, Jude,” you cry out, your body arching into him, your resistance crumbling. “I need you. I need you so fucking bad.”
“I knew this from the beginning” he growls, his lips crashing down on yours in a fierce, possessive kiss. He pounds into you, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge, the combination of his cock inside you and his fingers working your clit driving you insane.
Your breath comes in ragged gasps, your body trembling beneath him as the tension coils tighter and tighter, ready to snap. Jude’s name falls from your lips,you can’t think about anything else.
“Come for me,” Jude orders, his voice a low, commanding growl. “I want to feel you come all over my cock.”
It’s too much. You cry out his name as you come, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm, every muscle tensing at the feeling.
Jude follows you over the edge, his hips snapping against yours in a final, powerful thrust as he spills inside you, his groan of release vibrating through your entire body. He collapses onto you, his weight a comforting pressure as you both struggle to catch your breath.
Jude’s hand strokes your hair gently, a completely different gesture from what happened just moments before.
“Still hate me?” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing, but there’s an edge of vulnerability there too.
You manage a breathless laugh, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back. “You’re still annoying as hell,” you reply, but there’s no real bite to your words.
Jude chuckles, his lips brushing against your forehead. “Good to know I haven’t lost my touch.”
You roll your eyes, though there’s a smile tugging at your lips. “Don’t let it go to your head.”
He pulls back slightly, just enough to look at you, his eyes searching yours. “Too late for that”
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teaitis · 2 months ago
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sanguineterrain · 3 months ago
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Jason calling me princess in a sassy, sarcastic way and then slowly softening and calling me princess with the most love and care a person can put into a single word would fix me I think
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bleulone · 10 months ago
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"And the most important, Roi, is that you have shown pride. And dignity. And balls"
JULIO PEÑA FERNÁNDEZ as ROI in BERLÍN (2023-)
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demigoddessqueens · 1 year ago
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“Me and the bad bitch i pulled” meets “I fell for the assassin you sent after me”
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pwhl-mybeloved · 27 days ago
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I miss them (the women’s hockey team from letterkenny)
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kneworder · 2 months ago
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love a stonathan dynamic where jonathan knows he's bi but absolutely cannot stand the fact that he's into steve of all fucking people and refuses to admit it even to himself meanwhile steve knows he's obsessed with jonathan but has no idea he's queer at all and is just like i love my good buddy jonathan :) nothing better than listening to every weird band he mentions in passing and casually finding any excuse to touch him :)
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myoonmii · 2 months ago
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Help me! cherik brainrot is here
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ennawrite · 4 months ago
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rereading the scene of Rhys tormenting Tamlin in ACOFAS is just like…wow…i wish y’all would BANG IT OUT ALREADY ‼️‼️‼️
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“I have EVERYTHING and I’m so HAPPY and so ABOVE YOU but I’m gonna come torment you anyway, just because I feel like it and NOT because I’ve secretly been attracted to you for the past four centuries…🙄”
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yeah…i bet they’re not the only thing aching to be near his throat 😏
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noticing his muscle mass is crazyyyy like this shit is GAY YOUR HONOR!!! 👩‍⚖️
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your…mate…who…is…everything…you’ve…WISHED…and…DREAMED…of…and…BEGGED…for…isn’t…ENOUGH??? (he literally just thought that 20 lines earlier btw😭)
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ohhh don’t we ALL want feral Tamlin oh brother, back of the line, buddy!!! 😑🫵
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I just know Rhys was punchin the fuck out of the air on the way home he wanted to wrestle with that man badddddd
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feeling a “hollowness” in the stomach over seeing someone in despair is just the other end of the spectrum for “something glowed in his chest” I’M SORRY I DONT MAKE THE RULES!!!
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bohemian-nights · 2 years ago
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Lol when it comes to Namor x Shuri, Shuri is actually getting the white woman main character treatment
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the-official-publix · 7 months ago
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ME AND KROGER ARE GETTING MARRIED
lol so wedding time mfs
BE ANYTHING YOU WANT!!! IDC!!!!!!!
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@yes-im-youtube-kids (your welcome) @actually-kroger (get over it) @the-gimmick-shipper @the-official-pepsi @the-official-uno @thekrogercompany @the-real-chipotle @the-official-apple @the-one-and-only-duckduckgo @official-arbys @officially-google-translate @officialtinder @official-sainsburys @operagxreal @basically-bumble
Edit: haha i forgot shakespeare
@shakespeare-official-account
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tarttykent · 5 months ago
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Does anybody have a remotely heterosexual explanation for this?
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This is how close we got. Also, why are his fingers INSIDE Roy’s mouth?
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