#fastidious-and-a-mess

[collabwithmyself]

if it means anything, i really live your ‘serious doodles.’ i really admire and appreciate all the careful thought you put into your characters and things like thematic motifs or visual symbolism in their designs. i think your stories are really engaging and compelling and i love reading/seeing all ur posts and putting together all of The Lore. so. yeah <3

BUH. THANK YOU MAN IT MEANS A LOT

[fromjannah]

🎧🎧🎧 !!! 👀 <3

drunk walk home by mitski, when memories snow by mitski, and working for the knife mitski... I Have Made A Grave Error this is my i have to go to work playlist

[operationslipperypuppet]

for the d20 ask game - 6 <3

6 - comfort character

i did just answer this one (here) but i am absolutely going to answer again.

efink murderdeath. her name is just knife backwards. she's looking for a divorce but then does push her (ex-)husband such that he falls and dies. she's constantly wet (what does this lady think she is, a river?). she might be good at magic. she takes over a cursed station to save her friends. [in writing this i have all but decided to rewatch eftbk]

thanks for the ask!

[jeannedarcgerard]

blorbo bingo: castiel, of course

MY BESTEST FRIEND

i feel like i want to say he eats out of the garbage also but he doesn’t really eat. he’s a bitch though and i love him so much

[kenobion]

Andrew Garfield on The Jonathan Ross Show

[dykeredhood]

“Boxing Day, yknow, when you put together a box of gifts to give all your servants & domestic staff” always gets met with a blank stare when I bring it up to people in my office

[iamnotlookingidonotseeit]

the urge to organize only comes when one is fantastically harrowingly melodramatically overtired

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

i wish you’d write a threesome with aemond, reader, and someone else of your choosing! 🖤

Here you are, my love, a tidbit for you...

"If he tries to take you, you must not resist."

The statement catches her off guard as she lies next to her husband in his bed, keeping to his unburned side, knowing it will cause him the least discomfort.

When Aegon had first taken to his sickbed, a mess of melted flesh and broken bones, she had wept, not knowing if he would ever be whole again. For six long months she had kept vigil by his bedside, watching anxiously as Maester Orwyle had worked fastidiously to make him well. He slept nine hours out of every ten, and when he was lucid he simply moaned in pain and begged for his next draught of poppy milk.

It is only in recent weeks that he is well enough to rise from his bed with assistance, though he cannot walk far. He can now hold a conversation without gasping for breath, addled by pain. Even his voracity has returned, to a degree. He is under strict instructions to not attempt to lay with his wife, however, it has not prevented him from commanding her to lay beside him on the bed as he brings her to peak on his fingers.

"Who?" She asks softly, brow furrowing in concern, as she softly strokes his forehead. A subtle way to check that his words are not feverish ramblings.

"Aemond," he replies simply. "He covets my crown, at the cost of my life. I expect he will want all that goes with it, my Queen included."

She swallows thickly. She had long suspected foul play had been behind Aemond's sudden rise to the position of Prince Regent, however, it is the first she has heard it spoken aloud. However, in the midst of war she is certain that laying claim to her will be the last thing on his mind.

"I'm sure your brother has more pressing matters to attend to, my love," she reassures him.

"I mean it," he says, voice strained and fraught with emotion. "Give him what he wants. I will gladly share you if it spares your life."

It not two weeks later that she sits straddling Aegon's face, a knee either side of his head on the pillow as he laps greedily at her sticky core, the throbbing sensation making it almost impossible to keep her hips still as she grips the headboard with such force it turns her knuckles white.

She is tentative in how she positions herself, careful in her movements, not wishing to hurt him. If it were up to her, they would not be doing this at all in the first place, however, he had been insistent in his demands.

"If I do not get a taste of your cunt soon, I fear I shall go mad. Have mercy on a cripple."

She had giggled at his brashness and finally relented, and is glad she had. The art of pleasure is something that even more than half a year spent infirm could not make Aegon forget.

The doors to the bed chamber burst open, robbing her of the sweet oblivion she had teetered upon the edge of and making her startle. She gasps as Aemond announces his presence, sweeping into the room as he throws the doors closed behind him.

She desperately tries to scramble away from Aegon, to make herself look presentable, but he holds firm to her thighs, keeping her precisely where she is.

Her skin burns hot with humiliation as Aemond slowly advances towards the bedside, clearly unbothered by the spectacle he has walked in on. He looms over the bed side, looking down at her as she gazes back up, eyes wide and fearful.

"It appears to me," he tells her softly, "that my brother has not made available to me all of the resources necessary for me to rule the Kingdom in his stead."

Her eyes drop to where his fingers now work open the lacings of his trousers, her heart thudding at the sight, mind racing with the possibilities of what he means to do.

"I require the services of the Queen," he continues, "and I expect her to be forthcoming."

Her throat runs dry as he frees himself, the tip of his erection already glistening with arousal.

Aemond reaches out, his fingers sinking into her hair as he cups the back of her head, pulling her forward, the head of him pressing against her lips.

"Is that understood?"

She hesitates, and feels Aegon give her thighs an encouraging squeeze.

"If he tries to take you, you must not resist." The words echo in her mind, and she parts her lips, allowing him to push forward into her mouth.

The taste of him upon her tongue is sharp and unfamiliar, though not unpleasant. And as she feels her husband's tongue begin to lap at her folds once more, while his brother thrusts slowly into her throat, she decides that in war they must all make sacrifices, and that if her body is to be forfeit then she will gladly yield.

[queenoftheimps]

Something I've only just now noticed about Armand in the show: despite the fact that we know this guy is a vampire and we know he eats people, we have never once actually seen him fully drain anybody or get covered in any blood. He bites Daniel, but doesn't kill him or even get any blood on himself in the process. Even when he eats Malik, he comes back clean as a whistle, with only the sunglasses as evidence he killed anybody.

Which is in stark contrast to every other vampire on the show.

Now, granted, this does make a lot of sense for Armand as a character, him being kind of fastidious and neat.

But what I suspect is gonna happen: whenever we do see Armand fully in action, it's gonna be a fucking mess. Especially if it's because he's biting someone because he's trying to turn them after refusing to create a fledgling for so long. (*cough cough Daniel cough*)

[mischiefwife]

BG3 characters having a 'these edibles aint shit' moment:

Halsin is lying on his back in the garden and has been for like an hour straight saying nothing, he probably cultivated the weed and its like super strong through druid powers

Wyll spends the entire high fastidiously cleaning the entire camp, and sweeps the dirt under Halsin several times just to be thorough

Shadowheart is in a corner playing an entire Evanesence album and pausing it to explain how good it is and how good the lyrics are (she will move on to other similar music too)

Gale is somewhere by himself casting the simplest cantrips over and over and just being Amazed at the Amazing Properties of the Weave and how it contains Untold Power while he summons like one tiny candle sized flame

Lae'zel has the owlbear cub in her lap by like hour two and is holding up his claws saying stuff like 'murderous. fearsome. beast' and the cub is just going hoot

Karlach keeps forgetting she's put a hot pocket in the microwave and so ends up with like 7 and is trying to hard to relieve the munchies but she can't stop laughing

Astarion keeps panicking about his hair being messed up and going to find a mirror and then saying fuck everytime he realizes he has no reflection Aylin is convinced she can sober up through rigorous exercise and so is doing sets of one hundred unbroken air squats with Isobel on her back

Volo was vociferously booed for dropping the lasagna and they sent him out to pick up pizza but he doesn't get back til like 5am

Minthara is probably the most normal and is just like hanging out reading a book and from time to time looking up judgingly at everyone else who is losing their shit

Jaheira has made rice krispy treats

Minsc is having a very very troubling and extremely intense existential debate with Boo and is on the verge of tears and wants to give everyone a hug Withers what are you doing over there bone man

[emberfaye]

Something I think about a lot is like. Messy boy chay and fastidious kim

Chay who doesn't mind the lube and come drying on him, vs kim who can only stand it in certain parts of his body (fingers, maybe calves) for the smallest amount of time

They will do all the aftercare cuddles after they clean up. And kim doesn't care if Chay stays messy, but kim needs to get the lube off his hands before it dries under his nails and makes it's way into his hair from moving it out of the way

And chay loves it he's used to having shitty water pressure and cold water showers and tiny showers so he loves and gets into all the lil ways of cleaning in luxury

Post sex shower rinses with the massaging shower head, or maybe it is one you can pull off the spout

So many shower cuddles. That's their aftercare: cuddles and warm water.

Kim washing over chay, feeling him getting hard but not teasing him, and chay sighs and leans more weight onto kim, relaxing into him Unhurried

They have two master bedrooms because they sleep in whatever bed they didn't have messy sex in and clean up in the morning.

drying their hair, Still naked,maybe chay in Kim's lap, just flushed clean skin on skin,no heat or intent behind it however their dicks react trying to fill up

Chay trying to put lil braids in Kim's hair but can't because he's never braided hair so he's just tangling and untangling it while they laugh.

Sleepy and clean under the blankets, nose to nose.

just, chay not caring about dirty and mess and stuff because he's in survival mode. and kim being the one to show him self care and how to take care of things not because he can't replace them (if something breaks you fix it until you can't, if something isn't perfect that's fine so long as it's useable), but taking care of things because they are absolutely worth cherishing.

Kim takes care of things. His weapons his guitars his brothers his body his home of course he'd take care of chay

[fromjannah]

i want to get into poetry. help?

my dear i'm going to be real with you -- i may not be the best person to ask if you want to Seriously get into poetry because nearly Everything i read is contemporary (i know i need to branch out. i know.). that being said, a great method is to just go down an absolute rabbit hole after discovering a poem you like.

there are a lot of ways to read poetry. while it's good to pay attention to craft and all that comes with it, you don't need to be an expert in literary techniques to appreciate poetry -- plenty of good poems can speak to you otherwise! as you read more poetry, you'll gain more skills. the only way to begin is by beginning, etc. the only thing i can say is really sit with poems! don't rush through them. in short works, every word counts and will make your reading experience better.

i think hanif abdurraqib is a fantastic starting point for people who aren't super into poetry, especially if they find it flowery or difficult to understand. hanif is super grounded and real while still writing beautifully. some of my favorite poems of his are "and what good will your vanity be when the rapture comes", "poems on an email exchange", "when i say that loving me is kind of like being a chicago bulls fan", "dudes, we did not go through the hassle of getting these fake ids for this jukebox to not have any springsteen", among many many others.

my favorite poet of all time is kaveh akbar, who is actually the poet that formally got me really into poetry. he is beautifully lyrical without being over the top and i cannot recommend his collection pilgrim bell enough. that being said, "stop me if you've heard this one before" is the poem of his that was my gateway drug. other poems i love very much include "forfeiting my mystique", "the palace", "against dying", "heritage", "i wouldn't even know what to do with a third chance", and i'm going to stop here before i go crazy. if you're into poetry readings, he did this lecture/panel/thing a few years ago -- he has a really hypnotizing, gorgeous style of reading poetry that i love.

other contemporary poets who i love include cameron awkward-rich, franny choi, solmaz sharif, ada limón, natalie diaz, summer farah, ocean vuong, and dante émile (who is here on tumblr!). this is a very very short list shaped by my personal preferences -- if you send me a dm with the vibes you like, i can probably get a more specific list of actual poems. to sound a little cultured, a slightly older poet who i love very much is frank o'hara, which, you know, basic choice, but he's special to me.

in short: find a poem you like, and follow the rabbit! there are so many poems just online. a secondhand bookshop is also a great place to start building a physical collection, if you want to get into that (you totally should, eventually, once you find poets you like -- sometimes you have the worst day at work and you just need to lay in bed with your favorite poems in hand).

[daytaker]

The Gang's Tumblr Pages

Inspired by this and my own reaction to it.

Lucifer

Perfectly curated, perfectly formatted, and whenever there's a major change to the tumblr format, he simply leaves the website altogether in a huff of peacock feathers.

Lots of HD photography of nature getting reblogged.

Has an extremely complicated and specific list of tags he uses for every single post.

He only reblogs text posts that are sufficiently visually appealing. Very few meet his high standards.

You could look through his entire blog and not learn one single thing about him except that he's a perfectionist to the point of neurosis.

He has a lot of professional art blogs following him.

Mammon

Oversharing oversharing oversharing!!!!

He regularly gets himself in trouble by shouting about the shit he's done into the void of the internet.

Tried to have a tagging system but forgets about 7/10 times.

Reblogs himself all the time to say "AND ANOTHER THING!!!"

He hates looking at the actual blog pages. The text is always so tiny and some of them start playing music and changing his mouse into a weird shape? No thank you.

He has very few followers and he doesn't really care. Who goes on tumblr for the social element? Weirdos, that's who.

He's insanely easy to troll with anonymous asks. Everyone has done it. Even Lucifer, though he wouldn't admit it.

Some of his best asks:

"did u just post that you're okay with the idea of ponies and unicorns breeding. like no shade on that conceptually but why."

"If you reblog another 'reblog this for good luck' post, I will personally break down your door and steal your skin."

"ur ugly" "yeah-huh" "ugly" "no i won't 'come off anon and fight u' whhy don't you come ON anon and fight me?" "'i don't know how' sounds like something a chicken would say"

Leviathan

He just makes a blog like one of us. Fandom stuff.

Except he's multifandom to the extreme. It's impossible to keep track of his interests because he always has so many simultaneously.

He has the most followers of the brothers just because he gets so deep into so many fandoms that they come rolling in.

He has blocked all of his brothers except for the twins. They're okay.

His blog is a chaotic mess but there is order within the madness. He has a masterpost of tags that explains everything if you care to look at it. (I don't recommend it.)

Satan

It feels stupid to even put this in writing but...cat pics. Endless cat pics. That's like 90% of his blog.

The other 10% is a mixture of book recommendations and analysis, Lucifer shade, and a comprehensive, ever-expanding list of shit Lucifer has done to make Satan angry. It's a very long list. It's organized by theme.

"Lucifer inflicts unjust punishments." "Lucifer makes unnecessary snide remarks." "Lucifer simping for Diavolo and MC (pathetic)."

His blog itself is very minimalist and clean.

He's another fastidious tagger. He tags the cat pics by color, breed, age, number of cats, setting...

Asmodeus

He's not very into tumblr. It's like Devilgram but more complicated and less popular.

Sometimes he'll post or reblog 'aesthetic' things. Moodboards and the like.

In general though, he doesn't really 'get' tumblr.

People don't post selfies very often. Weird.

Beelzebub

Food blog.

Just food.

Reblogging hot dogs.

Reblogging nachos.

Reblogging ice cream.

Nothing else. Ever.

Belphegor

"This minimalist Tumblr has no posts."

No posts.

Default profile picture.

Sometimes he'll like something.

Usually he just looks at it.

Diavolo

There is no order. Only chaos.

He hardly ever uses it, then he'll come online and reblog a million things that have nothing to do with each other. Then he'll go silent again.

He has no tagging system.

He has no custom theme.

He is very friendly to all anonymous askers though.

Barbatos

Barbatos would never have a tumblr. Don't be ridiculous.

Solomon

He only posts very rarely. He prefers to lurk.

When he does post, it's something weird as fuck, like reblogging statistics about owl pellet contents.

He likes to keep people on their toes.

Simeon

Reblogging inspirational quotes, pictures of nature, and general positivity.

That is, once he figures out how the website works.

That takes a really long time.

What is a queue? What are tags? Why is it called a "reblog"? How does he track activity? How does he navigate the homepage? Why does it post things in such a strange order? What is a "Blaze"? What is a draft? Custom URL? Custom Theme? Sideblogs? Mass Post Editor?

Someone please help him.

Solomon probably does that.

Luke

Baking.

He uses tumblr for recipes and images of baked goods.

But tumblr isn't even the best place to go for that, so he isn't on very often.

He sometimes likes Simeon's posts, just as a show of support since he knows how hard Simeon works to post anything anywhere.

[wri0thesley]

Diluc and bodyworship plea s e e

His mouth is hot, as it trails up your inner thigh. The breath that puffs out against your sweat-slicked skin makes you twitch, sigh, your fingers twisting in the bedsheets as he murmurs, again;

"You're so beautiful." He is not often a man of many words, but what little he does let out into the world is said with true devotion; as you raise your head from the pillow to see his own eyes, crimson-dark and blown, his hair a mess . . . you know that he means every syllable.

"Diluc . . ." You sigh, and you have to control yourself from grabbing him and pulling him up to you, to envelope him in kisses and swap your positions so that you can lower yourself onto his cock and take him in fully. He had told you he wanted to treat you, tonight - that he wanted to linger, to take his time over you, to make sure you knew just how appreciated and adored you were even if you didn't always feel that way . . .

You would feel like a villain if you were to get in the way of his plans, but that doesn't stop the fact that you are slick between your thighs and your heart is beating hard against your chest and your vision feels blurred with the need you have for your lover.

"Calm down," he says, with a soft exhale of breath, as he gathers himself up onto his knees and he rears up above you like a beautiful angel, his hair cascading over scarred shoulders and chest, free of the ribbon that usually ties it back. "I'll get to that, my love. You know I wouldn't leave you wanting."

(This is true; Diluc works fastidiously at you, every time the two of you tumble into bed. Uses mouth and fingers and tongue and lips and heel of his palm to have you writhing and squirming and panting. A time that Diluc is inside of you before you have yet to come twice or more is a rare occasion indeed).

"Please," you say to him, looking up at him with all of the puppy-dog vulnerability you can muster. He puffs out a soft laugh instead, his palm curving over your hip, rising over the flesh of your stomach, brushing the stiffened point of your nipple as he leans down to press a kiss upon your forehead.

"Patience," he says to you, as if he doesn't whine and huff and grind when the places are reversed, begging for more of your touch. "Let me appreciate you some more first."

And as he moves his mouth, presses another kiss to your cheek, your jawline, your throat, your collar . . . you sigh and let yourself relax into the luxurious mattress and pillows of Diluc's bed and accept that you will be worshipped before he joins you to take his pleasure.

[grasslandgirl]

this night is sulfur (i wanna know her)

[fig/ayda. dimension 20. modern/no magic meet cute band au. 8k.]

“So,” Fig says, “that was Fabian, he’s gonna be on lead guitar and some keys tonight-” Fig pauses for the crowd to cheer appropriately, Fabian playing a brief lick on his guitar as they do- “and behind me, you know him, we all love him, Gorgug on the sticks!” Ayda finds it hard to look at the two men onstage, however, even as Fig introduces them; because looking at Gorgug or Fabian would involve looking away from Fig. And Ayda really cannot bring herself to do that, yet. Not when Fig keeps glancing at her- probably in passing, as she scans the crowd of the bar- and Ayda’s pulse jumps every time she does. “They’re the significant, I’m the figures-” Fig rolls her bass guitar up off her hip in one smooth motion, Ayda’s mouth is dry and her ears are ringing, even though it isn’t that loud yet- “lets make some fucking noise!”

kisses and love and gratitude to Jamie @gilears and reese @fastidious-and-a-mess for both of their help and feedback for this fic !!! its been smth I've been working on for nearly two years now bit by bit (insane) so I'm so glad to finally have it be done and out here !! xoxox

you can read it here on ao3 !!

[loving-n0t-heyting]

God i had forgotten how much of the antichrist is dedicated to naked veneration of hindu casteism and the manusmriti

I have a contrary feeling when I read the Code of Manu, an incomparably more intellectual and superior work, which it would be a sin against the intelligence to so much as name in the same breath with the Bible. It is easy to see why: there is a genuine philosophy behind it, in it, not merely an evil-smelling mess of Jewish rabbinism and superstition,—it gives even the most fastidious psychologist something to sink his teeth into. And, not to forget what is most important, it differs fundamentally from every kind of Bible: by means of it the nobles, the philosophers and the warriors keep the whip-hand over the majority; it is full of noble valuations, it shows a feeling of perfection, an acceptance of life, and triumphant feeling toward self and life—the sun shines upon the whole book.