#god yes. yes this rules

[cthulhum]

and dean winchester thought he was unlovable and didnt deserve happiness he hated himself and thought eveyone would eventually leave him and then a literal fucking angel fell in love with him. like loved him more than anything else in the world.

[invadergrabass]

I destroyed the bonds of friendship and respect between the only people left who'd even look me in the eyes...!

[shalomniscient]

rotting rotting rotting about soft domming arlecchino........... [nsft utc--]

it's a sight you never thought you'd see, honestly. your husband, uncharacteristically soft and pliant beneath you as you shift on the bed, settling between her muscled thighs. the strap attached to your waist is an unfamiliar weight, but not unwelcome. especially not, when you note the way arlecchino's eyes widen by a fraction as you move to rest the toy on her belly, showing her just how deep you'll be inside her soon.

"do you still want to do this?" you ask softly, leaning down to rest your forehead against hers. "it's alright if you would like to back out. i can just use my mouth again or my fingers--"

"no," she says, a little sharply, in response. "no, i... i want this. i am sure."

you pause for a moment to really consider. again, this was never something you ever thought you'd be doing. usually, arlecchino would be the one wearing the strap and dicking you down into the mattress, but a few nights ago she'd come home the worst for wear you'd ever seen her, and the offer to take care of her in much the same way slipped from your lips before you could stop it. it was a fleeting, unconscious thought; you wouldn't have minded if she'd declined. you know many other ways to care for her, after all.

but you never thought she'd accept. she even picked out the strap you're wearing--it's one she bought not too long ago for you, actually. it's has more length than thickness, with a curved head that never fails to hit that sweet spot inside you every time she's used it to fuck you silly. in truth, it's a little more than what you'd personally pick out for her, as someone who doesn't often partake in penetration, but she had insisted, softly and firmly, and you had always been terrible at resisting her.

so you nod, and press a tender kiss to her forehead. "okay. okay. just relax for me, yeah?"

arlecchino exhales slowly as you hold the base of the silicone cock and position the tip at her entrance. you'd coated it in a generous amount of lube beforehand, and you'd made her cum twice with your mouth already, so things should go smoothly, in all sense of the word. but nonetheless, you keep your gaze trained on her face, watching her expressions as you slowly push the tip inside her.

almost immediately, her hands shoot up to grip at your biceps, and soothing coos spill from your lips immediately. you still your hips and let her adjust, noting the way the muscles in her abdomen tense and jump. her lower lip is caught between her teeth as she sucks in a deep breath, and you pepper her cheeks with light, airy kisses in between whispers of praise.

"c'mon, relax for me, sweetheart," you say gently, moving your other hand to hold hers. "just relax, okay? i've got you. breathe."

she does as you say, resting her head on your shoulder as she draws in shaky breaths. soon, her vise-grip on your biceps loosens, and some of the tension drains from her form. after a few more moments, she relaxes completely into the plush pillows, and you squeeze her hand reassuringly before continuing to push inside.

once you finally bottom out, she's outright panting against your shoulder, warm breath spilling across your skin. your free hand offers apologetic caresses up and down her side as you let her catch her breath, whispering sweet words into her ear all the while. once she's recovered somewhat, she draws back from your shoulder to lie fully on the pillows, face beautifully flushed and lower lip slightly swollen from how she'd been worrying it with her teeth.

"it's bigger.. than i expected," she admits after a beat, drawing a soft giggle from you.

"does it hurt?" you check in with a hum, your hand rising to brush some hair out of her eyes. she sighs, a pleased one, her eyes fluttering shut at your gentle touch.

"no, it's just... more than i am accustomed to," she answers. when she opens her eyes again, the red of her x-shaped pupils almost seem to gleam brighter as her gaze lands on her abdomen, just slightly distended by the size of you in her. she swallows and exhales slowly, her free arm looping behind yours to splay her hand across your shoulder blades, the feel of you beneath her touch a comforting presence.

"you've always made it look so easy," she mumbles, pointedly not meeting your eyes, and it draws a true laugh from you. arlecchino's pace is nowhere near as drawn out as yours right now, and you suppose she feels as though she is getting a very mild dose of her own medicine right now.

"i'm professionally trained," you quip with a wink, pulling a hoarse chuckle and an affectionate roll of her eyes from your husband. but then her eyes flicker down to your lips, and you immediately recognize the wordless request, bending down to catch her own in a soft kiss.

you spend the remainder of the night taking exceptional care of her, until she's lying bonelessly on the bed, all the stress and tension lovingly fucked out of her by yours truly. she dozes off in your arms remarkably quickly, and before you drift off too, you distantly hope, selfishly, that you'd have the chance to do this again.

[lazycranberrydoodles]

woe mundane monopoly headcanons be upon ye

follow for more of modern au hua cheng’s outfits

[kozmicmizuu]

a thought just like- popped into my head rn

so like- alive makomo and sabito right?? banger au and all that

one thing that is very common in the aus is that if giyuu was like, being berated and teased by anyone, sabito would usually be the first to be like “leave him alone” or something. even though giyuu is more than capable of defending himself, he’s just a sassy guy who does NOT give a fuck

but, i feel like makomo would be the one to immediately defend giyuu.

she’s already done that before in canon when the hand demon insulted and laughed at urokodaki and the previous students (that did get her killed tho)

she would be so ready to jump someone for her best buddy giyuu (sabito would join dw)

- - - - -

giyuu, ranting about how obanai called him ‘rat faced’: yeahhh, it didn’t hurt that badly, not that i care about it much

sabito: giyuu, you really need to stand up for yourself more often—

makomo: where does he live.

giyuu and sabito: no

- - - - -

i’m so normal about them

[creepymutelilbugger]

I will not stand for this disrespect of binch finch

[thefloatingwriter]

sunrise on the reaping is where headcanons go to die.

[sweeetsh]

nothing more but a puppet

pinup series 01/03

tbg spoilers

“No, Nezha wasn’t the enemy, just one of its many puppets.” -The Burning God, page 580

[scopophobia-polaris]

I didn't even conclude my Ganondorf thoughts on Bloo's poll like an idiot

[perpetuallyboo]

Shout out to everyone this season who has been SO HYPED for the rat grinders to get what they fucking deserve and get OBLITERATED in the fight!!!! absolutely insane battle going on but seeing how pathetic the rat grinders really are in an actual battle alongside how All In everyone is in fighting them is SO GOOOOD AHHHH!!!!

[jonsnowunemploymentera]

Question for Jon stans: so I think a lot of us expect Jon to leave the watch at some point in his story, whether in Winds or sometime in Dream. I tend to think he’s going to straight up desert the Watch, like going ‘fuck it I’m done here’ much like Bloodraven and Mance, instead of leaving on a technicality (i.e., a ‘he’s dead so he’s technically done his service’ type of thing). 

BUT the question is, does he go north or does he go south? I think it’s reasonable to assume either direction works narratively.

We have this:

Lannister studied his face. “Yes,” he said. “I can see it. You have more of the north in you than your brothers.”

Plus he’s been set up to parallel Bloodraven and Mance both of whom go north, and there’s this quote from AGOT that could be foreshadowing:

Far off to the north, a wolf began to howl. Another voice picked up the call, then another. Ghost cocked his head and listened. “If he doesn’t come back,” Jon Snow promised, “Ghost and I will go find him.” He put his hand on the direwolf’s head.

“I believe you,” Tyrion said, but what he thought was, And who will go find you? He shivered.

(Tyrion III)

There’s also symbolism in him embracing the name “Snow” and living in the snowy north….

But then we these quotes from AGOT as well that’s essentially about him finding the Wall to be stifling and equating freedom with the south:

“Yes. Cold and hard and mean, that’s the Wall, and the men who walk it. Not like the stories your wet nurse told you. Well, piss on the stories and piss on your wet nurse. This is the way it is, and you’re here for life, same as the rest of us.”

“Life,” Jon repeated bitterly. The armorer could talk about life. He’d had one. He’d only taken the black after he’d lost an arm at the siege of Storm’s End. Before that he’d smithed for Stannis Baratheon, the king’s brother. He’d seen the Seven Kingdoms from one end to the other; he’d feasted and wenched and fought in a hundred battles. They said it was Donal Noye who’d forged King Robert’s warhammer, the one that crushed the life from Rhaegar Targaryen on the Trident. He’d done all the things that Jon would never do, and then when he was old, well past thirty, he’d taken a glancing blow from an axe and the wound had festered until the whole arm had to come off. Only then, crippled, had Donal Noye come to the Wall, when his life was all but over.

(Jon III)

He had no destination in mind. He wanted only to ride. He followed the creek for a time, listening to the icy trickle of water over rock, then cut across the fields to the kingsroad. It stretched out before him, narrow and stony and pocked with weeds, a road of no particular promise, yet the sight of it filled Jon Snow with a vast longing. Winterfell was down that road, and beyond it Riverrun and King’s Landing and the Eyrie and so many other places; Casterly Rock, the Isles of Faces, the red mountains of Dorne, the hundred islands of Braavos in the sea, the smoking ruins of old Valyria. All the places that Jon would never see. The world was down that road … and he was here.

(Jon V)

And if Jon is to live his best wildling/crow-deserter life, it’ll be about finding freedom - just like Mance.

Plus there’s the whole thing with him seeing three different trees which could serve as representing his arc in the series, and the final tree faces south… 

Just north of Mole’s Town they came upon the third watcher, carved into the huge oak that marked the village perimeter, its deep eyes fixed upon the kingsroad. That is not a friendly face, Jon Snow reflected. The faces that the First Men and the children of the forest had carved into the weirwoods in eons past had stern or savage visages more oft than not, but the great oak looked especially angry, as if it were about to tear its roots from the earth and come roaring after them. Its wounds are as fresh as the wounds of the men who carved it.

(Jon V, ADWD) 

So which one is it?

Also if you think he goes south, where does he end up? 👀 

[transingthoseformers]

Mer Megatron being one grumpy shark cuz sharks pregnancies can last up to two years

Goddamn I knew sharks were slow to reproduce but two years??

I mean it tracks but still

[citroncynique]

Uuuuuh an attempt at designing Meursault's mom I guess? She's giving perpetually jaded parisienne and that's all I need from her tbh.

I wonder how she died in LCB. or like. The circumstances. Esp for Meur himself to get in trouble for it. What if she was a big name in N Corp or something...... who knows......

[caterpillarinacave]

❤️ natm

“❤: Which character do you think is the most egregiously mischaracterized by the fandom?”

I think overall the fandom does a pretty good job on characterization; it’s usually just things that are consistently slightly off.

However, weirdly, I gotta say people get Larry wrong a lot? Like, he’s a lot funnier than we give him credit far. And a lot snarkier, and a lot weirder. 

He is absolutely Tired Dad Keeping Everyone Else AliveTM but he also is absolutely as chaotic as every one of the exhibits???

He has zero clue what he’s doing. No plan whatsoever, he just figures it out as he goes. His knee jerk reaction in conversation is fucking with the other person. His boss yells at him and he goes straight to “snarky as humanly possible” despite it being his first day. He is so peevish. He could not do long division to save his life. He’s probably the only one in the whole museum who’s monolingual. He is amazingly competent. He’s unhinged and we need to give him credit for that.

[silvashapeshifter]

spooky God ✨

[protectorcraft]

uuuuuuuu twewy-isat crossover au...... dormont deathgame... ouoooohhhhh