#fucking end me (affectionate)

[chronologically-challenged]

I think that the party's communication issues can be summed up as "man, is it awkward to tell someone that you want to spend the rest of your life with them if you've only know them for a few months? Probably."

[tatiejosie]

Look i draw CecilDonald as cats. meow meow meow haha miaouu

That's it that's the post. Little meow meow headcanons + their inspo moodboard under cut

Cecil!!

bites (hard)

ugly ass cat who looks like he lost a fight with a woodchipper

foul beast. growls a lot. probably had rabies.

fur is clumpy, has the texture of crimpled paper. he doesn't allow brushing so it stays that way.

claws are out at all times

food thief

Donald!!

Just a lil guy

Aloof. Anxious, even. Absolutely terrorized, if you wish

Doesn't allow petting. Just awkwardly wiggles out of the way.

If you look miserable enough he will loaf next to you and purr gently

Very patient. If he swats at you he will look very guilty about it. Please don't make him do this.

[trans-boytoy]

You know what would absolutely destroy me?

If my dom came over at the end of the day, lifted up my small body without preamble to carry me to the bed and throw me onto it, not saying a word; I would ask what they wanted, terrified of the dangerous look in their eyes, and they'd tell me to shut the fuck up, while tearing both of our clothes off. Then they would climb on top of me to hold me down, force my thighs apart with enough strength to bruise my skin already; then they would bury themself in my dripping wet boycunt, starting to fuck me so hard like I was not an actual fragile person but a mere object to take out their anger and frustration on. They would use my holes like this for hours, making me cum over and over again, not for my own pleasure but to amuse themself with my pathetic whimpers and expressions ans trembles when I orgasm, and to gradually turn it into torture, to make me beg for them to stop when I can't take it anymore, but they won't, not until they filled me with so much cum it's flowing out from my holes in streams. By the time they stopped, I would be barely conscious, hurting all over, marked with bruises and hickeys, my eyes red from crying. I'd be just lying there, looking up at them with a clouded gaze, not believing they finally stopped and I'm still in one piece more or less.....and then they'd lean in and kiss me on the lips with such gentleness, my stomach would flutter despite the pain and exhaustion. They would lie down next to me and cuddle my small, half-ruined body; I would wrap my weak, shaking arms around them; they would rest their head on my chest, falling asleep there. Because they know that is what will end me completely.

[vaguely-concerned]

Thinking about the symbolic weight of smoking in the TLT universe that comes to the fore in The Unwanted Guest -- the way it moves through from person to person: Pyrrha smoked, and Augustine wanted to impress her in all her stone cold fox MILF James Bond glory (and tbf who wouldn't) so he started too. and even though as far as he knows she's been gone for a myriad and is never coming back, he keeps the habit. Ianthe sees something in the hollowed-out Faberge eggshell of Augustine that resonates with her, all that gilded eloquent emptiness and disdain through the ages, so she picked it up from him to try to emulate it. She picked it up so hard that Palamedes -- the exact spiritual antithesis of the 'smoking! on a space station! what a powermove' ennui Ianthe so admired -- spontaneously unnerded enough to even known how to, simply from a sort of contact contamination of the soul.

G1deon and Augustine sharing a jittery smoke after their near-Harrow experience during soup night, and it's the closest thing to any real sense of brotherhood that remains between them. Pyrrha going ten thousand years dying both literally and for a smoke (and then Camilla sold her fucking cigarettes (for a third of what they were worth, probably Pyrrha's own good, and also more importantly grocery money). what an entirely haunted time to be alive etc.). Augustine and Mercy trading a cigarette back and forth in the middle of their collusion over the love and murder of god.

An act of small and measured self-destruction in the name of something a little bit like connection when you're stuck somewhere in yourself where love itself dares not or cannot tread (ritualized, transmissible)..........

[passionpluto]

wow i can't believe some guy's auditory processing disorder almost made a precure season end after one episode

[sweet-marigold]

It’s missing blitzfizz hours….. I miss them so much 😭😭

Warning for long tags

[no-one-picked-maris]

i can't deal w/ this. i bought molly's camp uniform on mercari but the seller also sent me a fucking kirsten.

i have three kirstens now (pc 1994, 35th anniversary, and the one i was sent is mid-2000s).

will anyone take a kirsten holy shit.

[rivilu]

One side effect of the autistic sense of justice for me is going insane over justice and vengeance as concepts in themselves whenever applicable in media.

Which unfortunately means that thinking about justice dragon age for too long (especially with the post inq takes on spirits) makes me want to rip my hair out.

[loosethreadsofyoursoul]

this might be targeted to a very specific audience but for the past while i’ve been driving myself nuts bc in crimson rivers, remus is the only one who can tell when sirius is like dissociating right? not even james, his best friend in the world, or regulus, his little brother, can see it the way remus can (“you were gone for a bit, i think”). and the reason i was going nuts is bc i felt like there was something similar to this but for the longest time i couldn’t put my finger on it. but then. THEN i was rewatching thee best show of all time, fleabag, and it hit me. it’s like when the priest is able to tell when fleabag breaks the fourth wall when nobody, not claire, not boo, has ever been able to before (“where did you just go?”)

and idk there’s something so beautiful and kind of heartbreaking to me about that, how maybe only the person who is best described as your soulmate can see even the most minuscule things about you, the parts of you that maybe you didn’t even realize others could see. the things that had been just for you, your whole life, are things that they share in bc they’re the person who knows you and loves you best. i dunno maybe this doesn’t make sense but it makes me kind of teary to think about. it’s just. lovely.

[aroacee-of-spades]

^ face of someone (me) who just finished the arcane finale

[orcgirlcock]

do you think it counts as a toxic lesbian situationship if you didn't realize you were a girl yet?

[sfiltron]

Holy shit holy shit holy shit.

Wilbur ended stream and then this happened:

He said "sorry Tallulah, but you are in a cold world", he took off his sword "it takes only one click". But there is no click, no sound, only q!Quackity questioning whether or not to kill Tallulah, silently watching her sleep.

He goes to thr canvas, and draws Tilín, his dead child, and hangs the painted canvas in the wall. The. Looks around, reading the signs that Tallulah used to talk with Wilbur, and then he retracts from what he was about to do.

q!Quackity gives a last watch at q!Wilbur and Tallulah's little wood and dirt house, and he leaves.

And then he ends stream.

[cinnamonsikwate]

sometimes i feel like the "marcille hates laios" jokes are going a little too far.............

[vaguely-concerned]

sophia seeing cailan's body hanging there when they go back to ostagar, and suddenly all she can see even through the rot and the ruin is just how much he looked like alistair...... :'(

a mental image that totally will not haunt her through alistair's many years on the throne as rebellions and assassination attemps come and go. doesn't send her unhinged and unwise even a little

[girlwiththegreenhat]

i am never going to recover from the death shroud radio play actually

[solplease]

OKAY. DONE. the update was SOOOOO fucking good i enjoyed that sm