#even if she knows something is wrong...

[mxdotpng]

best part abt having an ff14 oc is creating side content for ur wol's character development, completely unrelated to the msq going on

[vaguely-concerned]

little detail I've picked up on: lucanis seems to like it when rook is smart. not in an academically minded way, necessarily, but when they're clever/analytical and clear-eyed about the practical realities of a matter and able to sort out the bullshit. most immediate example that comes to mind is of course when rook points out to illario that zara physically can't have made it back to vyrantium yet by conventional means in the café scene (where they're also backing what lucanis is trying to say, so the approval there makes extra sense), but it pops up in several other places too where rook cuts through to the heart of a problem with that kind of thinking. his and davrin's approval often overlap, but davrin seems to like it when rook is resolute and practical (and kind but don't tell anyone that sssh <3 ilu davrin), where I get the sense that lucanis gets that extra little thrill when they're also clever. in another contrast emmrich likes it when you're curious and openminded and kind (a lot like solas in da:i really) -- more like a life-long earnest academic *would* think about and value learning and knowledge in terms of a process and way of thinking rather than the results that come out of it -- while i think lucanis kind of likes it (and possibly gets a little ah frisson out of it depending on your relationship with him lol) when your mind is a knife. which I think is really neat. also tracks perfectly with him liking both viago and neve too haha. he clearly enjoys the Thinkers of the world.

[obsessedwithstarwars]

Question for the DP fandom:

Do you think Danny’s hair turns white when it falls out? It’s technically dead cells anyway but when it naturally falls off his head, do you think it turns white? Because I think it would be hilarious if his hairbrush just has white hair, no black strands whatsoever, and his significant other thought the worst until they know his secret.

[moeblob]

I love them! So much!

[thenationofzaun]

Things I feel robbed of:

- Jinx hallucinating Silco's voice from Fishbones. This idea had a lot, AND I MEAN A LOT of evidence pointing to it, and they just did nothing with it. This is the one I'm most pissed off about just because of the sheer amount of actual credibility it had after S1. It would have fit so fucking perfectly.

- Jinx commiting crimes against Piltover with the help of her followers. Seriously, why would they bait me with the Jinxers in the marketing only to have them all be useless NPCs and Jinx do nothing major with them post-prison breakout. You're telling me she could have had actual GOONS, all dressing themselves in her image, and helping her commit acts of terrorism? She could have been serving BATMAN VILLAIN REALNESS and we got none of it??? Wasn't this girl supposed to be the Joker of League of Legends? She went from firing a rocket at the Council room to hiding in her lair playing with bugs. R.I.P. to the threatening and terrifying active protagonist she was in S1.

- At the very least we got a scene of Jinx organizing a mass breakout from Stillwater, but then we never got Jinx finding Vi's old jail cell? Imagine Jinx seeing carvings on the walls of Vi counting her days locked up in there, maybe some carvings of "Powder" too for extra angst. Jinx slowly realizing whose cell this was. Vi's time in prison was so irrelevant in this show it's as if it never happened.

[firestorm09890]

Y'ALL. Y'ALL so for a long time I've believed that "the sun" in Meursault's story is Carmen, and I went to check Hell's Chicken's dialogue to see exactly how he said that he'd dealt with distortions before, and... you know what else he said?

To my knowledge, it is a phenomenon where an individual morphs into a form often unfit to be considered “human”. It has no known causes, and the appearances were all different.

Unfit to be considered human.

Meursault, who, in his book, was judged by the court to be soulless.

Meursault, who has EGO for Cyborgs who have been so mutilated they barely act like people anymore; a murderer who was experimented on until ceasing to be human; a sheep named after Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?, a novel about the humanity of androids and the inhumanity of humans; and now a rose that can't help its bloodsucking nature, based on Carmilla, a vampire whose story emphasized the duality between her vampiric traits and her human ones.

Meursault, who answered Heathcliff's ironic question of if he had metal for brains like this:

I'm placing my bets now, that line from Hell's Chicken is foreshadowing for Meursault's canto even more than "I have witnessed a number of [distortion] cases in the past" was

[nicollekidman]

buffy knows spike loves her during season five. buffy knows spike loves her when she comes back and seeks comfort/silence in his presence. and as she comes back to herself and tries to make peace with the fact that she’s Here Again, she still knows he loves her. and i think part of the Big Bad Grabbing The Slayer For The Darkness routine they both cling to is that it allows them to pretend this huge thing isn’t between them so they can get what they both want (someone to stay).

and like obviously buffy cannot allow herself to believe that he loves her for many reasons, but she DOES believe it, she can’t make herself unknow it even though she tries so hard. which is partially where the breakdown with tara in 6.13 comes from because the cognitive dissonance of soulless spike loving her as if he has a soul while she is so lost within herself that the only way she can reach for him is to use him (which would be fine if he was the big bad grabbing the slayer for the darkness) which is hurting him! unfathomably! but he’s supposed to be the corruption! how can he??? any of it???

meanwhile spike has watched the woman he loves be brought back as a shell and he wants to see the light in her eyes and he can touch her now and sometimes that’s enough to make her laugh but he can’t linger in those moments or she’ll go away again! so he can play the role he needs to play so she’ll stay, as if he could keep her anywhere she didn’t want to be. as if he wants her to be in the dark instead of bringing him into the light. but how could he ask for anything more when he already got her back and he didn’t even need to kill her afterwards.

and so they hurt each other and he forgets himself and asks her if she even likes him and it’s too honest and he’s asking too much (he asks for nothing) so before she can throw her life away like it’s nothing, he puts the game face on, makes himself a target, and swallows it all. and she can’t unknow. and it would all be fine except he’s a vampire and she’s the slayer and how can he just say it like it’s nothing when she needs to beat his face in just to keep from screaming.

[justaz]

like i’ve said time and time again, i haven’t watched bbc merlin in years but i was just wondering when the first time merlin called arthur by his name to his face and im scrolling thru the transcripts on the fandom wiki (supposedly it was s1ep4 btw) and im skimming the script for all these episodes and getting angrier and angrier. gaius was wrong for all that. morgana deserved so much better. edwin muirden was valid as hell (for targeting uther AND gaius. yeah. i said it.). also kilgharrah ate with that one lil line “then turn a blind eye. that is, after all, your talent” okay lizard brain pop offff.

[beanghostprincess]

I think constantly about Pudding and Sanji being obviously parallels of each other and how fucked up it is that Pudding had to live the life Sanji managed to escape but she constantly gets hate online as if she hadn't been literally manipulated by her mother through the whole fucking arc. But okay. Yes. God forbid women have any sort of trauma response and if they do they're not allowed to have a redemption arc because of course they're extremely evil for making your silly baby boy cry and they don't have a heart even though it's explicitly shown in screen that they do and they regret their past actions.

[lichilly]

cw—pwp (porn without plot) we are hopping right into it folks, reader is referred to as cute and pretty, reader has a vagina, Jill is a pussy eating fiend, one small moment of Jill speaking inside your head

wc— 1,199 words

(Forgive me if this is not up to par, I haven’t written smut in a long time so I’m still finding my footing!! I hope you guys enjoy <33)

“Jill…” Her name slipped from your lips in a desperate whisper, your voice trembling with embarrassment. Your fingers clung to her shoulders, seeking support in any way you could. She lifted your thighs higher, pressing them up towards your chest, her thumbs caressing the sensitive skin at the back of your knees. Each touch sent shivers cascading through your body. You were completely bare, all except your underwear.

Her smile brushed against your inner thighs, her lips trailing slow kisses along the tender skin. Each kiss inched closer to your core, your hips rising instinctively, seeking more.

“You’re very eager today, Sunflower,” she murmured, her breath hot against your skin. Her nose brushed teasingly against the damp fabric of your panties. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.”

She flattened her tongue against you, licking slowly up the wet patch staining the fabric of your panties. Your fingers trailed down her biceps, nails grazing her hot skin. She moaned at the faint taste of you, the sound vibrating against you. Plump lips closed around your swollen clit, sucking at the fabric with a fervent hunger that made your hips buck in short, desperate jerks.

“Jill—!” you shrieked, eyes rolling back, a fog of pleasure clouding your mind as you panted heavily.

Her lips released your clit, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against the now spit-soaked fabric. The sudden loss of contact made you whimper down at her through the haze of need.

“I’m sorry for teasing you, Sunflower… It’s just,” she trailed kisses up your clothed mound, her teeth grazing the hem of your panties, “you make such cute sounds when I do.”

Her fingers bunched the laced hem, gripping your hips as she tugged the material down your legs. A gust of cool air hit your exposed cunt, sending another shiver through your already trembling body. The curtains swayed gently in the breeze from the open window, the room dimly lit by the setting sun.

“Could you hold your legs up for me, Sweetheart?” she asked, her voice sweet, as if she was asking you for a more innocent favor.

You blinked at her, breathing heavily, before the request registered in your foggy mind. Nodding, you tucked your hands under your calves, holding your legs up to your chest once more.

“Thank you…” she murmured, a soft smile playing on her lips as she tucked her face back between your thighs, now unhindered by any flimsy cotton.

Your body tensed at the closeness, every nerve ending alight with anticipation. Her eyes were locked onto you, studying every twitch, every shiver. Your hands shook as you held your legs, body aching for more. Her hands cupped over your ass, thumbs tracing the sensitive skin where your thighs met, mere millimeters away from where you needed her most. She pulled at the skin, spreading you open wider, her gaze never leaving you.

“Gosh, Sunflower, you’re making such a mess!” she laughed sweetly, watching your face scrunch up in a bashful pout.

“Let me clean you up,” she reassured, her voice trailing off as her tongue traced up a trail of wetness.

Your mind fogged over, body relaxing as your head fell back against the pillows. Her tongue continued its slow, deliberate journey, licking at your fluttering entrance with heavy flicks. She moaned, savoring your taste, her eyes closing in focused bliss as she drank you in. Panting moans filled the room, punctuated by gasps and the repeated plea of her name. She couldn’t get enough, her hands pawing at your hips to pull you closer. A mix of drool and slick dripped down her chin, your wetness foaming against her lips.

With each flick of her tongue, she brought you closer to the edge, the hot knot inside your tummy tightening. Words became babbles, thoughts melting into incoherent sentences. All you could think of was Jill, how she had woven herself into the most intimate parts of your being.

She smiled against you, her eyes opening to meet yours. “Open your eyes, Sunflower. Let me see your pretty eyes,” she pleaded against you, the words muffled but clear. You obeyed instantly, tearful eyes meeting hers.

You tried to focus, the knot inside you burning, aching to be cut loose. She hummed in satisfaction, her eyes locked with yours as she sped up her licking. She was everywhere, her hands kneading your skin, her nose brushing against your clit as her tongue filled you.

“Jill—I’m gonna—” you pleaded, feeling the fire inside you start to consume you. All your senses were heightened, a dewy fog clouding over your eyes as your ears hummed. It felt as if your bedroom was breathing with you, the curtains brushing against the window pane with each inhale and flowing away with each exhale.

Jill’s lips wrapped around your clit once more, her eyes dripping with primal need. She sucked, the tip of her tongue flicking against the overly sensitive bundle.

Let go.

Her voice whispered within your consciousness, wrapping you in honeyed words.

Cum for me.

Your lips trembled, eyes flickering shut as you let yourself crash into pleasure. Your vision went black, ears ringing as waves of ecstasy raked over your body. You jerked, letting go of your legs and weaving them into her soft hair. You mumbled her name between gasps and pleas, not even recognizing your own voice anymore. She released your clit with a pop, her tongue finding its place against your gushing entrance, beckoning more release with each slow lick. She wrapped a heavy arm across your lower stomach, keeping your twitching hips pinned against the bed. A thumb pressed against your clit, swirling in tight circles.

Her tongue stroked lazily, licking up the last of your release before she slowly parted from you. Her breath puffed against you, strings of sticky cum connecting her lips to you before they broke off. She pressed wet, gentle kisses to your trembling thighs, bringing your mind back to the present.

Your nose scrunched at the stickiness coating your lower half, now far too aware of the mess coating your inner thighs.

“You did so good, Sunflower,” she praised, licking her lips and scooping a thumb across her chin to catch what was left. She reached up, trailing her wet thumb across your bottom lip, gently opening your slack mouth. You closed your lips around the digit, obediently sucking the essence of yourself off. She smiled warmly, her hips tucking against yours as she pulled her thumb from your mouth.

“I’m going to run us a bath, okay? Can you wait here for me?” Her voice was soft, reassuring as she cupped your hot cheek.

You nodded, blinking sleepily at her as she slipped off the bed. She flitted out of the bedroom, her energy high and unwavering, as if she hadn’t made you cum with just her mouth not even mere seconds ago.

The sound of the bath faucet turning on sent a calming shiver through your exhausted body. Your eyes fluttered closed, too worn out to stay awake. As you sank deeper into the throes of sleep, the last thing you felt was a gentle kiss on your forehead.

[clarissaweasley-10]

This might be a controversial take, but l don't think Eve deserves or should get a redemption arc.

[mlmarint]

not me actually thinking eddie was REALLY JUST dreaming

like i was absolutely SHOCKED when marisol and chris walked in. I LITERALLY HAD TO PAUSE THE EPISODE TO PROCESS THAT SCENE LIKE AN ACTUAL CONVERSATION THAT HAPPENED????

not even for a SECOND i thought kim would could actually change her hair and pretend to be like what??? a ghost of a mans dead wife,????she met him like a week ago??

the level of insanity that this plot is like WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

this is it

this might be the end of my eddie apologist era

[worstloki]

AU where Loki doesn’t interfere with Thor’s banishment at all and it takes Thor years to prove himself worthy and when he returns to Asgard everything is just. The same. Nothing seems to have changed at all and everyone greets him like his absence was a minor obstacle that didn’t fundamentally change Thor and the worst part is Loki stepped down from the place as regent without any delay and Thor can’t help but feel there’s something underlaying the way his brother looks at him now and won’t let him touch him and Thor doesn’t know what he could have missed because he doesn’t think he would have found anything wrong with the things around him and how everyone behaves if he hadn’t spent time on Earth reflecting.

[batcavescolony]

Rebecca: your son-

Wanda: why is he only my son when he does stupid shit?

[geodesick]

[ID: a drawing of pye from outer wilds, standing with her writing staff. she's wearing an orange nomai space suit without the helmet, and she has a light brown face with curly darker brown fur. end ID]

figuring out how i want to draw the nomai, so here's a pye since i am obsessed with her !!!

[raayllum]

I thought maybe there was something we needed to know. But it doesn't matter. I told you not to come on the boat! You were crying, I thought something was wrong. Nothing was wrong. Either way, the sun's set and it's crazy cold out there.