#i am having THOUGHTS

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

I'm thinking about seeing Lucifer in just his ducky boxers and he's standing next to the bed with the sweetest and most nervous smile plastered on his face, his cheeks a soft golden tone...your eyes drifting down his pencil thin waist to gawk at his perfect V line on his lower abdomen, catching a glimpse of his blond happy trail peaking over the hem and finally landing on that prominent and very disproportionate to his height bulge that's extremely difficult to ignore and and and-

[wlntrsldler]

mdni (luke castellan)

thinking thoughts of luke castellan and car sex.

you’re out on a quest or some shit and something— everything goes so wrong. and luke is just so frustrated.

he’s in the driver’s seat, fuming, im talking veins popping out on his temple and his hands are gripping the wheel until his knuckles are white and you should be scared because you’ve only seen him like this once or twice before and that didn’t end up well. but you’re not.

you’re turned on.

something about imagining his hand around your neck while he’s pumping all his frustrations into you like you were nothing but a fuck toy to him makes your tummy feel weird.

he doesn’t notice it at first because his eyes are on the dark, empty road, but then he sees your thighs press together and he smirks.

his baby is horny.

he signals right and you’re confused because camp was still a few miles away and there was nothing around you guys to stop at. then he puts the car in park and kills the battery. he’s on you after the headlights turn off.

it’s all teeth and groans and luke is undoing your seatbelt so you can climb over the middle console of the car and get on his lap. he doesn’t pull his lips away from you while he pushes the driver seat back.

he’s thrusting up into you, moaning into your mouth when he feels the slick through your leggings and he’s feral. he wants to taste you.

he opens the door and practically shoves you out of it to lead you to the backseat and for the first time, he’s actually thankful that camp was in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere because he’s hard as a rock and the tent in his pants is borderline embarrassing.

you’re laying down with your elbows propped on the armrests in the backseat and luke is on his knees. he’s looking at you with those eyes, and you know that it means he’s not stopping until he pulls two orgasms out of you.

he feels hot in his shirt so he takes it off and tosses it somewhere before he’s pulling your thighs with a yelp and propping your legs on his shoulders. he just devours you.

his tongue is relentless on your pussy, sucking and licking at your clit that you can’t stop yourself from thrashing around.

he slaps your ass hard enough to leave a print and he’s mumbling into you, “stay fucking still.”

and you’re whining telling him you’re trying but it feels too fucking good and he adds two fingers with his tongue and you lose it.

he’s reaching deep until he feels that spongy area inside of you. bingo.

his fingers keep hitting the spot and then you’re cumming all over his face. he knows he should pull away because he cant breathe but he physically can’t bring himself to. your taste is so intoxicating.

he’s breathing heavy when you shove his face away, overstimulated. your wetness is all over his chin and he’s grinning at you like he just won the goddamn lottery.

when your body gives out and one of your legs slip from his shoulder, your knee accidentally brushes against his hard cock and he hisses.

“you got another one for me?”

you want to say no because your last orgasm was so intense you almost blacked out but luke’s lips are puffy and wet and his pupils are dilated so wide you can barely make out the brown in his eyes, so you nod.

he’s quick to undo the buttons on his pants, like he’d burst if he wasn’t inside you in the next ten seconds. he thinks he actually might.

he pushes his pants down just enough to let his dick spring up, angry and red, dripping in precum. he sticks his cock inside you and you’re moaning, babbling incoherent words.

he’s gritting his teeth so he doesn’t make any noise but when you reach for his hand— he thinks you want to hold it, and he’s more than happy to show his baby he loves you— and guide his fingers around your throat, the sound that leaves luke’s lips is sinful.

he squeezes gently, just enough to make you lightheaded and make your next orgasm come quicker. you can’t say anything else but luke, luke, luke, please.

you don’t even know what you’re begging for anymore but with the way you look under him right now, luke would give you anything in the world if you asked for it.

he tears his eyes away from your fucked out face for a second and watches the way his dick moves in and out of your pussy. there’s sweat dripping down his chest and you want to lick it off him but you don’t have any energy left to sit up.

he’s rutting into you fast, chasing his own release. and you pull him back to look at you because you’re telling him you’re close and luke wants to see you finish.

when the coil in your tummy finally snaps, you’re practically yelling at the amount of pleasure you’re feeling. luke removes the hand from around your throat and he reaches for the foggy window to hold himself up. as he cums into your spent pussy, his hand makes a hand print on the glass and he groans.

he pulls out of you with a whimper, his cock softening as he tucks it back into his pants. he watches as you catch your breath, licking his lips at the sight of his cum seeping out of you.

“look at my baby,” he cooes, unable to stop himself from taking his fingers and shoving it back into you so you don’t waste his cum. “so pretty when you’re all fucked out for me.”

you don’t make it back to camp until the next day.

[tiredandoptimistic]

What I really enjoy about Luke and Maryse's interactions in City of Ashes is that they clearly grew up separate from each other. Both of them are in their late thirties, but they hold this image in their heads of who the other was when they were teenagers, when they were enthralled by Valentine's hateful rhetoric.

From how he describes them to Clary, it's clear that Luke looks down on the Lightwoods. He says that they were Valentine's closest lieutenants and the most dedicated to his doctrine, and yet he ignores the fact that he was Valentine's second-in-command for most of the Circle's existence. He knows that he had doubts at the time and then grew into a kind and accepting adult, but Robert and Maryse appeared dedicated to Valentine from the outside and have been separate from Luke ever since, so to him they must still be as cruel as they ever were. He sees himself as superior because he got out first, but forgets that he stuck around until Valentine literally told him to kill himself, while Robert and Maryse surrendered to the Clave voluntarily.

Then there's Maryse, who's still bitter over Luke's betrayal. Not because he turned against Valentine, but because he and Jocelyn set a trap that ended with every member of the Circle (other than the Lightwoods, Hodge, and Michael) being killed by the combined forces of the Clave and the Downworlders. Of course Maryse is being pretty hypocritical here, since she was fully in on the plan to murder a bunch of unarmed diplomats, but she does have a point that Luke and Jocelyn did nothing to protect their former friends. Their plan saved lives in the long run, but it resulted in far more bloodshed that night than Valentine's simple massacre.

After Valentine's supposed death, Jocelyn, Luke, Robert, and Maryse all went into a sort of retirement in New York City. For Luke and Jocelyn it was their mundane employment and for Maryse and Robert is was their place as Institute heads, but both couples spent fifteen years raising their kids and learning to be better people. By the time we see them in TMI, all four former circle members had come to terms with how atrocious Valentine had been and dedicated themselves to doing better with their adult lives, but since it happened in relative isolation, they all still remember each other as they were at age twenty. To Maryse, Luke is still the man who left his friends to die, and to Luke, Maryse is still the woman who stuck by a murderer until the end.

I just think it's very interesting that there are so few survivors of the Circle left in 2007, and barely any of them communicate with each other at all. Amatis was left alone in Idris, Hodge felt so abandoned by the Clave that he went back to Valentine, Robert and Maryse trapped themselves in a loveless marriage rather than give up the illusion of stability they'd built for their kids, Luke and Jocelyn denied their past until it came to find them, and Michael was killed with his family in a scheme that would never have worked if a single person came to check up on him in the ten years Valentine inhabited his life. They could have found a community through this common experience, but instead they saw each other as monsters for the things they all did.

[see-arcane]

So. What was the deal with the vampire in the graveyard versus Orlok’s Nosferatuing around?

SPOILERS INCOMING CLOSE YOUR EYES AND SCROLL AWAY

Von Franz mentions something vague about there being different rules depending on the region with the whole ‘sleep by daylight�� thing being the only consistent rule…

…except that doesn’t add up with what Thomas saw.

He followed the hunting party at night. He saw them open the coffin with the vampire still resting in it, cue the iron stake piercing him, the blood, the scream, Thomas’ startled cry—and then an immediate cut to him coming awake in the inn’s bed, now wearing a cross at his neck (which he tosses) and mud on his boots (proof of his excursion). He saw what he saw.

How did that vampire in the graveyard come to be? Was he one of Orlok’s making? Or was he never Nosferatu at all? Von Franz refers to Nosferatu exclusively as a type of undead that brings plague. That does seem to be Orlok’s gimmick, but the guy in the graveyard had no rats for company. The people Thomas encountered were out and about, hale and healthy, no fretting over plague. So what was he?

I might have misheard, but I think there was a moment as Thomas entered the inn for the first time where the woman doing an exorcism/healing rite involving garlic mentioned the word strigoi. It didn’t pop up in her subtitles, so I won’t swear to it, but it’d be interesting if Eggers went digging around in the Dracula and other vampire lit lore to fish out other variants of vampirism to play with.

But the thing is.

The thing is.

While it would be a good Easter egg hint that Thomas’ notion of hunting Orlok down and staking him in his big rat box was doomed to fail~, it would only add up if we’d gotten concrete on-film evidence that he was really mistaking one kind of vampire for another. All we have is Von Franz’ word that ‘he doubts it will work.’ Thomas, meanwhile, has seen it work and has the memory of Orlok snapping awake and actively stopping him from bringing the pickaxe down on him—if being impaled did nothing, why would Orlok bother to stop the blow?

It leaves the possibilities split down the middle.

Version A: Von Franz was right. Orlok the Nosferatu needed the Death-By-Maiden-and-Sunrise trap to be destroyed and what Thomas saw was an entirely different vampire being slain by its own methods. Potentially a vampire made by Orlok, but not a full Nosferatu plague carrier (possibly something that needs Scholomance study), or else turned by completely unrelated means. tl;dr: Thomas Staking Orlok Would Have Failed

Version B: Thomas was right. Had he been able to stake Orlok through, he might have put him down, or at least left him weak enough for them to bring on blades and fire to make sure nothing was left. Chuck the leftovers in a river for good measure. And Ellen would never have had to die.

Naturally, the latter isn’t as cinematic or thematically satisfying. It isn’t as meaty as Version A. But I can’t help picturing Thomas turning the what-ifs over and over in his head. What if he had been faster with the pickaxe? What if Von Franz hadn’t stalled them past sunset and they had found Orlok still in his box rather than Knock? What if Ellen could have been here and alive and safe if only he hadn’t been too slow, too late, too trusting?

What if…

What if both men were wrong?

Or at least failed to see the entire picture. To really wonder at the how and why of Thomas’ affliction being so different compared to every other non-Ellen victim of Orlok’s. To wonder just what Orlok intended by his drinking of Ellen as consummation by consumption. Surely he did not intend to kill her. Rather, to let her remain dead.

(The broker yet lives.)

((As a man.))

(This is no ordinary plague!)

((Plagues.))

Orlok was a cadaver who lived. The undead must first be dead. Is it not so for every form of vampire, no matter their region?

Ellen is dead. The Maiden become Death.

(He left you to the wolves yet you prevailed!)

((The wolves only came for him by daylight. When sleep ended and Thomas’ heart still beat. The work unfinished.))

Von Franz departs, head hung. Dr. Sievers will stall the formalities of the mortuary. There are dead enough to busy himself with. Let the boy grieve.

Let him think.

Of corpses that are not corpses. Death that does not stick. The sun moves between blinks as he banishes the shriveled carcass of the Count from the room, breaking and burning it.

His love is dressed anew. Clean, for she was never unclean.

(Her breast.)

((There is no bite.))

The sun sinks. Thomas holds a cold hand. Now it grips his back, their wedding bands gleaming. As she kisses his breast, he thinks perhaps it is not so terrible to be mistaken, all told.

They can be wrong together.

[murderandcoffee]

I wonder what the final straw is going to be between alice and sam. a flippant remark or too-sharp dig from alice? another step back or half-hearted appeasement from sam? differences in beliefs, in motivations, in coping mechanisms? a monstrous entity, or a coworker?

how will they finally fall apart? what will be the final strike that drives a wedge between them that neither of them can overcome?

[the-au-collector]

Warriors headcanon: He's the hero before Wild. He's the Hero from 10,000 years ago. He fought the first Calamity years after his first adventure, won, and saved Hyrule. Except at the time of Linked Universe, he hasn't yet fought the Calamity. He does not know that Wild's past is his future.

Wild headcanon: He's dreading meeting the hero from the first calamity, because what would they ever think of him if they knew he failed? He's positive the Hero of 10,000 Years Ago would hate him. He's convinced they would see him as a failure. He does not know the Hero of 10,000 Years ago is his brother.

Warriors headcanon: He likes Wild. Wild is his brother. He's knows he comes after the others, and everyone knows Wild comes at the end. Which means he's sometime after Twilight/Legend/Wind and before Wild. Wild's story is a tragedy to him. Wild's story doesn't have a happy end, in his eyes. He wants to prevent it from happening at all, but if he can't, then he'll prepare Wild as best he can. Warriors is the reason the Yiga exist, but he's also the reason the Shrines were built.

Wild headcanon: He's not actually that upset over what happened to him. He's sad he lost his memories, but eventually he learns to live with the fact that he'll never recover all of them. He's sad about what happened to the Hyrule from his memories, but he loves the Hyrule he lives in now. He's got trauma from dying, but he's also got so much to live for. He mourns what he's lost, but he thanks the Shrine for a second chance. Wild's story, to him, is that of a resurrection. His story has a happy end.

[jetblxck]

WHY DID HE THRUST INTO IT LIKE THAT OH MY GOD

[lale-txt]

very incomplete list of very specific and very attractive things:

gold jewelry sticking to wet tanned skin

making a wish on an eyelash

noses that look like they belonged to a greek deity once

the song bad man by fightmaster

sock garters

thick accents of all kinds

getting called a term of endearment in your lover's native tongue

tiny wrinkles around the eyes from age and smiling too much

birthmarks scattered across one’s body like constellations

snaggleteeth

a really mean stare

the silver of skin between a shirt and compression arm sleeves

someone knowing your favorite flower

scrunched noses while laughing. unhinged laughter too

a single gray streak of hair

sharing a cigarette shotgun style

the way someone says my name

really bushy brows

the confidence of someone eating alone at a restaurant

a lovesick gaze. like yearning. withering away from it

[gh0stcav3]

the “kills 99 percent” thing that popped up multiple times in mouthwashing was reminiscent of what happened to the crew. yes, “kills 99.9 percent of germs” was just the regular shit you see on cleaning things or whatever but im pretty sure when the words flashed there were segments that were just “kills 99 percent”. the trip basically killed 99% of the crew. jimmy killed 99% of the crew really, including himself.

“kills 99 percent” curlys barely alive, and will be frozen for possibly 20 years depending on when he’s found (if he’s ever found at all). and really with the state he was in im not sure he’s even capable of surviving the cryo pod. and if he does survive and is found, he went thru an insane amount of shit so in a lot of ways he’s already dead. already should be dead

and of course the other four; anya, daisuke, swansea, and jimmy, are lifeless and gone now. so at that point 99% of the people involved are dead. 4 are gone and curlys not truly fully alive anymore. not after everything

“kills 99 percent” but its not about the germs anymore. it’s the people.

[eiraeths]

winter solider soap after the events of mw3 au…

[sorrowsofsilence]

oh, my…

[grxceful-ly]

peter bringing mayday with him to do spider stuff because yeah, he had things to live for before--but now he has a child and he is going to raise this child and be there for her and maybe if she’s there, strapped to his chest, he’ll be more careful. he’ll consider his life almost as precious as hers. maybe bringing mayday to work is a precaution. 

[ozarkthedog]

do y'all realize the absolute BEAST Marcus Acacius is?

He wins a 4 on 1 battle against younger men, completely destroying them btw, and still has the energy to fight Lucius. Like, I am shaking in my chair at how fucking rugged and brutal this man is.

[tired-dragon22]

The world is so lucky I don't know how to edit because The Bird Song by Noah Floersch has me FEELING stuff about Megatron/Megatronus and Optimus Prime/Orion Pax. IT'S SO THEM AND I CAN'T DEAL WITH THAT. I'm thinking the Transformers Prime story/backstory, but it can be applied to most versions of it.

[haventacluewhatimdoing]

Here's a thought: what if the TARDIS really did translate everything into Gaelic for Jamie? Of course we as the viewer hear English, but from Jamie's point of view, does everyone in space just speak Gaelic? And he's just never questioned it, how the other companions never question that everyone speaks English? Because while he can speak English, Gaelic is his native language, so surely that's what the TARDIS would latch onto?

[james-spooky]

not much just thinking about eva graff who would do anything to get her daughter back and fought so hard for her, to the point where she lost her humanity and agent blayne who almost died and did everything he could to get back to his son alive even if that meant sacrificing himself and his freedoms, and sarah rayner who recovered from her addiction in the face of judgement and put her son first, desperate to regain custody and see him again.