#gnawing at the floorboards

[pickle-wiggler]

I don’t think people understand how much I love that Aziraphale does the wrong thing. Like as someone who struggles with perfectionism it means so much to me that the “good” character is a fucking idiot sometimes. Like it is so important to me that he fucks up and hurts people and that his actions have consequences but that he still tries and feels and hrrrk. Please please PLEASE make your moral paragons fuck up in ways they cannot take back. Please have them hurt people they love. Please have them lose things because of their actions. Please have your “good” characters have objectively bad takes. Have them learn.

[izzyhandsy]

BLACKBONNET SEX SCENE SET TO IZZY SINGING LA VIE EN ROSE IS FUCKING INSANE DJENKS IM IN YOUR WALLS

[goosita]

started daydreaming about billy again

thinkin about the way he pants against your mouth when you crawl into his lap, hands knocking his hat off and tangling into his hair. his own slide down your back slowly, fingertips pressing into the curve above your ass. billy’s lips are soft and slick where they meet yours, his nose pressing into your cheek like he can’t get close enough—

“fuck,” he whispers in the dim light, eyes fluttering as your kisses trail down his neck. and its so easy for him to lift you, to maneuver you in his lap until you’re straddling his thigh. you can feel the firm muscle flex underneath you, gasping against his skin where you’ve been dropping slow lovebites. billy’s hands settle at your hips, a low chuckle making his chest rumble.

“y’trust me, darlin’?”

you nod and bite your lip, your own touch coming to his face. you cup his cheeks in your hand, letting out a soft sigh when he dips his head to kiss you dizzy again. he tastes like tobacco and whiskey, his tongue slipping past your lips to make you moan softly. before you can lose yourself entirely to his mouth, he uses his grip on your hips to grind your center against his thigh.

“billy!” you gasp, the friction making you shiver. he only smirks at you and does it again, encouraging.

“feel good, baby?” he purrs, helping you rock your hips against him. and it does. it feels so good, just the right about of pressure against your clothed clit. “want you to use me, just like this. make yourself cum for me, yeah? use my body, it’s yours.”

his words make you shudder, the usual brightness in his voice simmering down to a low and raspy tone. you roll your hips on your own, unable to stop the whimper that the pleasure of his thigh against you pulls from your throat.

“that’s it, there’s my good girl. look so pretty getting yourself off on me like this. can’t believe you like me so much that just this can get you goin’,” he teases. billy lets one hand leave your hip to tangle into your hair, pulling just enough to get you to expose your throat to him so he can drag his tongue along your skin. his lips and teeth do sinful things to the delicate skin, making your hips stutter.

“love you, billy. love this, love you so much,” you whine, needing to correct him even in your pleasure-delirious state. he lets out a quiet hum before giving the junction of your neck and shoulder a soft kiss.

“i know, baby. i know. you know i love you too.”

you can feel the tension pulling and pulling between your legs, the desperation rocking of your hips pushing you closer to your peak. billy flexes his thigh and you hiss, fingers scrambling for purchase on his flannel shirt and twisting, knuckles white.

“gonna cum for me? hm? show me how much you love me and how much you love using me to make that perfect little pussy feel good?” and it’s too much, his words and his body pushing you over the edge. your orgasm makes you tremble in his lap, unable to make out what nonsense praises he’s whispering to you as you ride out your high.

your ears ring slightly and you pant as you go lax, laying against his chest. billy guides your head to rest on his shoulder, fingers dragging up and down your back soothingly.

“love you so much, darlin’. did so good for me, hm? so pretty, always look so pretty,” he murmurs, pressing kisses to your hairline.

[crytbalbee]

being on Tumblr while at work is so funny one second I'm acting like an adult and dealing with big numbers and important things the next I'm giggling at gay people and yearning so intensely that I could eat drywall

[theopolis]

Peter and Harry are so much dude they're so much. They are mirrors and polar opposites. They come from completely different backgrounds, have completely different personality traits to the point of practically being inversions of one another, yet they're haunted by fundamentally similar self doubts. They both see themselves as burdens to everyone they love yet they've both never let go of anything in their entire lives. They're simultaneously each others perfect match and a setup for disaster. They could live in the picturesque domestic bliss they've both consistently been shown to wish for, or they could tear each other to pieces. Peter is everything Harry wants as well as everything Harry desperately envies. He respects and admires Harry in ways his father never could, yet shares some of Norman's worst traits. They're obsessed with each other for better or for worse. Regardless of what form the tension between them takes at any given moment, they're attracted to each other like magnets and can't leave each other's orbit for good. What can I say your honor. They're narrative foils and they need to fuck nasty about it

[vmbrq]

ovulation horny is something neither ethan landry nor charlie walker is equipped to handle LMAOO

unless.

[diagoose]

Pre campaign Leigh!

It's was fun to design her clothing and find a balance between her style, what is practical, and what she would have had available to her. her skirt has pockets.

I imagine her clothing is a mix of standard issue garments that the military has on hand and spare clothing that dead people left behind. since she was a child when she was "recruited" it's not like she had clothing from before she can wear, so she's had to make do lol.

on a seperate note: it's a lot of fun to translate mechanical stuff into story, imagining Leigh's pre-campaign build has been a pretty fun character exploration/thought experiment.

Leigh realistically would've been around lv eight at the time of her and Griffin's separation. she's been training since she was 10 and been on active duty since she was 15 so def higher leveled, but I needed her extra levels to be skills that would have decayed over that year she spent in hiding/on the run(explaining her lv1 status at the start of the campaign, and rapid spike as she gains levels).

extra fun now since in-campaign we are now level eight, and the comparison on how her abilities have changed and developed is fun. there's also the added layer of character development woven into her stats and that's like my favorite everrrrrrrr, girl is no longer in a constant state of fight-or-flight and Is allowing herself to be shit at things and experiment and that's beautiful.

[lemm-moxx]

i swear man anytime i see a utmv oc that isnt a variant of a popular guy i actually go insane

[randomositycat]

GURL WAKE UP ON DEATH AND MARRIAGE UPDATED

ITS 11 PM GOOD NIGHT IMMA READ IT AFTER WORK AS A TREATTTTTTTTT

Link bc omg ??? Oh my yoddd

[pokeharvest]

i am by no means a religious person but when les mis said "to love another person is to see the face of god." yeah. Yeah

[mondaymelon]

MELONEMOENLONEMLONEMealon = meal on me = need to pee

12 24 42 44 50 FOR THE ASSK GAME‼️😨😋🤭

im just gonna casually ignore whatever you said in that first sentence and !! carry on !!!

silly ask game!!!!

12. what kind of day is it?

right now... honestly. not bad? its a friday which means i dont have to be silly wake up tomorrow and then immediately fall back asleep while my alarms are still blaring teehee <33 i did smth silly today and got extra credit in one of my classes for a "pRoblEm evEN SeNiorS woUlDnT bE AblE to SOlve."

literally just calculating bmr for a certain dude whos blabalbla without a calculator and my teacher said i was the most accurate answer of the day ( little does he know that those mere words have increased my self worth by a whopping two cookies )

24. if we were together on a rooftop, what would be doing?

i mean it dependsss... are we trespassing? is it like those highschools in shojo manga where there's like a open air little romantic space where the leads take a break from the world?? am i hanging over the railings trying to catch a pigeon so i can roast it and are you screaming or dead silent or dying ?? who knows lmao

42. an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?

...w-wattpad.... i swear ive drained every fandom dry of its good fanfic the amount of 10 and 11 year olds on the platform writing x readers is something else. although i mean i cant really complain on them because there are like... fanfic drafts from six years ago for characters from bhna just rotting in my school google drive... 😭😭 i actually get so much whiplash from the content on there because i swear the ff are either "ew what the fuck," "no thank you," "holy shit that is horrendous do you not know what punctuation is?" or "goddamn holy fucking shit for the love of everything that is good holy and true that was the most beautiful thing i have ever witnessed in my life and i will now proceed to read its thirty hours of content with all the will to live i have left in me" there is no inbetween. ( im getting so desperate for good ff too. like please does anyone have wattpad jjk recs... preferably m or gn reader.. ive literally taken the jjk wattpad fandom and wrung it dry of all content istg )

( jokes aside do i have the tism because both my best friend and my brother have commented on it and i am. trembling in my boots. 😨)

44. you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

myself

hrrmmm now we got to t h i n k here we have to use this pass wisely we have to be sm ar t. about this. this is not an everyday opportunity. like it depends on the specifics yk, if i kill elon musk and loot his corpse of his riches will the government condemn me for it or can i just live like a king on the top floor of my mansion skyscraper at midnight tastefully sipping a fine glass of red wine ( legallly i cannot but as a rich person i can ) as the lights of the city sparkle below?

50. can i tag you in random stuff?

you better. ( threat. )

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

@teddybeartoji @staryukis @dollsuguru @neptuneblue

matching <3

[crytbalbee]

what if me and you went into the woods together and never went back to society we can find a nice little house far away from everyone else and create our own world together I'll grow our food and cook our meals I'll take care of your every need because you are my world let my clean our house and make you happy let's lay in the sun together and bask in each other's presence I want to see the sun dance across your features while we dance the day away simply loving each other's every little piece nothing to hide from one another because I love every single bit of you I would kiss away every doubt and tend to your every worry I would move the mountains just to see your smile just to see that joy in your eyes while we lay in bed together talking through the nights and living and loving without abandon

[inkskinned]

this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.

good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.

sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.

so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.

one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.

[howdytheresam]

if i am loud sounding im sorry its a phenomenon where to get a word in i have to be loud or else i am not there

[bytedykes]

[ID: A comic illustrating a scene from "Bing-mei and Bing-ge’s Ultimate Showdown". The original Luo Binghe snarls, surrounded by darkness. Then his expression grows more pained or hesitant as he straightens and the darkness fades slightly. He says, "Come with me."

The next panel shows Luo Binghe being held back by Shen Qingqiu. The original Luo Binghe looks at them, empty. Then he changes to determination, grabbing Xin Mo and slashing open a rift. He steps toward it, before in the very last panel, looking back with a grimace. /end ID]

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