#god. god !

[johnbottoms]

sincerely this is the funniest paragraph I have ever read in a wiki

[sherlockggrian]

I need to talk about the parallels between Grian+Scar and Gem+Pearl for a sec. Grian and Gem are both the sun, they’re both unpredictable and chaotic and defiant and furious and Scar and Pearl are both the moon, they’re darker and reserved and at the same time equally as dangerous.

But Grian has been the Pearl and Scar has been the Gem, and vice versa. They’ve all been the killer at some point in time. Scar and Pearl’s parallel in Double Life and Secret Life of being alone, and their deaths mirror each other’s previous ones. Grian would kill for Scar, Scar would die for him. Gem would kill for Pearl, Pearl would die for her. Their relationships are complicated and messy and invariably linked to each other. Grian and Pearl are watchers, Scar and Gem are the favourites of the watchers. They find each other in every world. They’re parallels in all four ways and it makes me sick ugh the storytelling is so good

[fettiowi]

Sonadow fans when

[jknox11]

you are not a raven.

[buckxtommy]

it's been weeks without tommy kinard

[j-ustkeepdriving]

insane

[christakisbang]

찬이의 “방” 🐺 Ep. 193 - MANILA (ft. a very special guest)

[sangrefae]

just two little guys burdened with the weight of an impossible task borne by their paternal figure's deepest fears, eventually leading to them being corrupted by the pressure of those expectations ❤️

[monstermoviedean]

dean seeing those moments all in a row + dean sitting on the dungeon floor thinking "i should have said 'i love you too' and hugged him" = dean seeing all those moments and thinking "i should have told him then"

[nitw]

does anyone wanna see my fucking ridiculous attempt at some "cookies" just now

[rad-roche]

man for the longest time i was like wow, rebelle paint's liquify tool is awful. it's so destructive, it smears everything, blurry beyond use. i was like, wow... i see.... it's so destructive that it encourages you to repaint that part of the picture... truly, an innovation, a driver of growth... no actually the liquify tool is great. i've just been using the smudge for three months

[poppy-metal]

more toxic ballet jordan thoughts…….i am so sorry im flooding your inbox. 😭😭 thinking abt all of the dancers in your academy going out to drink and party. you knew one of the other dancers was into you, so when they start grinding on you from behind on the dance floor you don’t really mind. until you see jordan later on in the night.

“didn’t know you’d give it up that easily.” they say when they catch you at the bar, not even looking at you. you try to respond, confused, but they quickly cut you off. “hope you know that guy tries to fuck every new thing that comes to the academy. you’re not as special as you think you are.”

“we…we were just dancing.”

“you’re acting like a slut. and maybe cool it with the shots, it’s gonna fuck you up for rehearsals on monday.” you’ve had enough of them so you roll your eyes and try to walk away but they just grip your wrist harshly and whisper in your ear, “i don’t get what everyone sees in you, but we’re forced to dance together. and im not letting you fuck this up for me.”

big meanie toxic!ballet jordan!!!!! We love them.

no please keep thinking about them this is FEEDING me.

you feel scolded and chastised you dont even wanna drink anymore, pouting up at them as they glare down at you. grip on your arm like a warm brand. "I'll be fine. your dont have to worry about me at practice tomorrow -"

they let you go with a tick in their jaw and you spend the rest of the night discreetly watching them as you flit and flutter about, talking with the other dancers. you think its funny they're so worried about how you'll be in the morning, when you see jordan in their element - rubbing coke into their gums, grinding against some random girl out on the floor later. their eyes flick up to meet yours, catching you staring, and you flush at the heat in them. the way they roll their hips- you think about how they move against you at practice. but its not the same, that's in a professional setting. the sensual way they move in a club makes you look away, thoughts frayed.

n maybe they've drank too fucking much that night just to stop the burn of jealousy at seeing men fawn over you all night. but somehow they find themselves behind you later, hands on your waist, yanking your ass back against them.

your breath hitches - you open your mouth - feel them lean down, cinnamonny breath brushing against your ear - "don't talk, freshie. be fucking cool."

but how can you be cool when they're moving against you like that? it feels - like fucking. the way they drag you just slightly up and down over their crotch, pressing in deep with little hip thrusts that time with the beat of the song. you feel anything but cool. you feel on fire. an inferno in their arms.

"i bet," they say softly, lips skating over your lobe, sending a million shivers down your body, "if i slipped my hand down your skirt right now - you'd have a slippery little cunt, huh?"

your ears feel like two hot coals, ready to burn off your body. you can't even deny it, you're almost so wet its close to dripping down your leg. you can't believe they're touching you like this - know its because they're coked up - high as fuck and pissed off. if they way their ringed hand is digging into your hip is any indication.

"god, you piss me the fuck off." they confirm your thoughts. they dont pull away though, no, the words sound heated, despite their harshness, and they yank you back harshly against the bulge in their jeans. you gasp. "such a virgin. has anyone even touched you here, freshie-" their fingers skim dangerously close to the space between your legs, up your thigh, stroking over the band of your panties up your skirt "- you dance like you've never been fucked. it's a problem." hand fanning over your lower belly, coaxing you to move with them, "you need to fix it. before i fix it for you."

lips pressed to your ear, it feels like a dark promise - a threat - all in one. they step back away from you then, and you spin around, frazzled.

"what - what does that mean?"

they just settle you with a cool gaze, "don't be late tomorrow."

[biscuityskies]

how deep is the ocean, how high is the sky

It’s one of those nights. One of the nights where, despite everything, Obi-Wan is finding contentment. Where, despite everything, he is allowing himself an attempt at happiness. Where, despite everything, he smiles easily, and he truly means it.

happy @codywanweek! here's my answer to day 1's prompt, "what if sheev palpatine died at the opportune moment" aka "no/different order 66". happy reading!

[coffeebanana]

*screams incoherently about arcane*

[ice-jsuirya]

Ok so hobie….