#fucking spectacular

[kennethbrangh]

Ian McShane photographed on the set of American Star

[karamazovanon]

i KNOW the rituals are intricate (or: "in front of my salad??")

[i-gwarth]

lmao get enthroned idiot 😭

Well that was a pretty special ending. Throughout his appearances in the comics, Loki has been one of those characters that were obnoxiously brought back to life after being killed, again and again, at neauseam.

What the comics did differently in his case was that they made him aware of it. Of how he caused the death of his own family and his whole world, and how he didn't ultimately amount to much of anything but another megalomaniac. They gave him that perspective on his past.

It's like stepping outside of his own narrative, and starting to notice the little themes and threads tying it all together. Of course he'd be changed by that.

What initially seemed like chaos started looking more like a story.

I love that this series, in its own way, did exactly that. Kinda looking forward to seeing how other MCU writers will either completely ignore or backtrack on this very profound change of character.

[goldenguillotines]

Navikas holiday gift to Milo and Nakaou was a whole ass gun

[security-construct]

DID YOU KNOW THAT WATER IS BEAUTIFUL AND GORGEOUS AND GIVES ME SO MUCH JOY AND ALSO JUST. ANIMALS. AND PLANTS. AND LIVING THINGS. GOD.

[yournewfriendshouse]

this is exquisite, OP

new piece about queer conventions of attractiveness, body hair, and my own transition <3

[lost-dazed-andconfused]

Happy Halloween everyone, I'm having a fucking fantastic day

[bunni-bun]

i love Deep Night because somehow, exhibitionism is more insane that whatever the fuck we've gotten thus far. khemwela truly do not give a fuck and i love them for that, they're insane (affectionate)❤️

also thank you @ god for middle-aged woman yuri, i am so blessed, so thankful, my life has never better because of madam freya and her partner and how goddamn sweet they are, i love women so much

on the other hand, i fucking knew it was khem's bitch-ass aunt that kept calling the police like she's such a cunt and madam freya is stressed enough as it is like godddddddd what a cunt, i hate her 🔪

[goldensimisage]

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[philalethistry]

Under my current coverage I can afford ADHD meds AND therapy HOT DAMN

[greensaplinggrace]

I actually like it when ships hurt each other in long lasting and unforgiveable ways. I like it when they leave vicious, glaring scars. I like when they leave traumas. I like when they stab each other and torture each other and ruin each other’s lives and violate every inch of each other’s values. and I like it when they fucking kill each other permanently dead. 

[sexymikayla3]

[brewed-pangolin]

Jesus flying off a cliff and turning into a pterodactyl Christ!!!

retired pornstar!Ghost who can't seem to ever keep his hands to himself whenever you're around, even when about to film.

f!reader, 18+ smut. unedited.

If you're standing at a table making coffee, he'll sneak up from behind and wrap his arms around you, his chin resting on the crown of your head.

Hi, Ghost.

G'mornin', love.

If you're walking out of Price's office with a script in hand, he's by your side in mere moments, throwing an arm over your shoulder.

"New script?"

"You should know, you're my co-star. Again."

"Lucky me, pet."

He's leading you toward his office, perches you on his desk and cups his hand over your core.

"Gonna let me eat this pretty pussy?"

"I dunno, Ghost. Gonna fuck me here too?" you smirk at him.

"Whatever you want from me," he breathes.

You stumble out hours later with swollen lips, love bites mottled over your neck and collarbone, and his warm spend trickling down your legs because Ghost pocketed your knickers.

The day of, he's texting you if you'd like a ride to the studio.

Sure thing. Get me in 15.

Yes ma'am.

He doesn't ask for your address, and you don't question why he knows where you live either. Ghost, forever the gentleman, opens the passenger door for you, and gently helps you get in. The entire drive over, his hand rested on your bare thigh, his small finger occasionally grazing your clothed cunt. By the time you arrive, your knickers are damp with your arousal.

"Somethin' wrong, love?"

You snort at his feigned innocence. "Cute. Is mercilessly teasing me fun to you?"

"Sorry 'bout tha.'" Ghost doesn't sound all that apologetic.

He brings you in tight, wrapping his arm around you firmly.

"Lemme make it up t'you in my dressin' room", he purrs.

You click your tongue. "Price'll have your head if he catches me in there, especially when we're about to make a vid."

"Be sure to keep quiet, then. Would absolutely hate to get caught."

With his smart fingers and expert tongue, you're brought to peak 3 times.

Price rolls his eyes when he spots you both walking in at the same time 15 minutes before the shoot.

"Always cheek by jowl, eh Simon?"

His piercing eyes cut to Price's. "Not a crime, last I checked."

Price lifts his hands up, palms outward in mock surrender. "Easy, Ghost. Only teasin'." He turns away, gesturing the crew to get in their places.

Ghost taps your chin with his pointer finger, drawing your attention. "Showtime, baby."

The wolfish grin on your face mirrors his.

"Showtime," you echo.

Ghost turns sex into art. He moves with discipline; every languid roll of his hips deliberate. Like a skilled painter, he transformed you into a living masterpiece, using each drag of his cock as a brush stroke on the canvas of your very being.

It's otherworldly.

He watches your face intently as he changes the angle, bites his bottom lip when he changes the pace, grunting into your ear as your walls begin to flutter— the telltale sign of 'his favorite part', as he loves to say.

"Gonna come f'me? Lemme hear that sweet, little voice of yours, pet." Almost as if following his command, you're digging your nails into his biceps, and closing your eyes in bliss as you climax. A loud, drawn-out moan escapes your lips as your cunt rhythmically pulses around Ghost's heavy length. Your soft thighs quiver around his broad waist as he works you through the aftershocks with slow, firm thrusts.

"Look at tha'. Came when I told ya to, like a good girl." Your mind is blank from your orgasm, tongue too heavy and thick in your mouth for you to even try to articulate a response.

"Creamed all over my cock, can ya hear it?" Hard not to when the wet sounds of your pussy squelching every time he bottoms out fills the room.

"You're so fuckin' tight. Cunt's squeezin' me like it doesn't want me to pull out."

His filthy words send a jolt straight to your throbbing core. "Felt tha'. What, you got a breedin' kink?"

Another jolt, so sharp it almost hurts.

"Want me to fill ya with my come? Is tha' it?" His husky voice dripping with desire. With want.

yes. yesyesyessss—

"Tell me you want me. Fuck, tell me you want me to come in you." The words fall from your spit-slick lips like a faucet.

"Come in me, oh my god, come in me. Fill my pussy up."

His thrusts lose some of their rhythm, but still not sloppy enough like when he's on the very brink.

Ghost's jaw in clenched, as if digging his heels in to hold off his climax. Well, that's simply unacceptable.

Your fingers tangle into his hair, giving him a slight tug to have his lips hover over yours.

"I want you come in me, Simon."

The change is instantaneous. His eyes widen a fraction before stealing your very breath with a searing kiss and fucks you. He puts his weight behind each snap of his hips. The tip of his cock pressing into the plug of your womb, making your eyes prickle with tears.

It's too much, he's too much, you think you've gone and bitten off more than you can chew with him when he mercifully stills with a groan you swallow— cock twitching as it pains your insides white.

He breaks away, gasping for air, sweat that beaded on his forehead dripping onto your heated skin.

Cut.

DaVinci and his muse.

Later, when he threads his fingers into your damp hair, you ask him why he doesn't record with others.

"'Cause I don't want to."

Oh?

"Besides, you and I have fantastic chemistry, dont'cha think?" He tugs on a lock of hair. "The fans love seeing us together, just as much as I love seeing my cock disappear into your sweet pussy."

He chuckles when he takes in your flustered expression. "Don't ask questions you aren't prepared to hear, then."

[canonically47]

we as a society moved on from the mitchells vs the machines way too fast

[sexymikayla2]

[grymmdark]

accidentally reblogged some reposted art 😔😔😔 but the art was really good so instead im gonna share a link to the artist's original post

tumblr posts twitter links as screenshots, but if you click the "view on twitter" underneath it takes you to the original post