#i am losing my mind!!!

[kitc0nn0r]

[thevulturesquadron]

I endured 10 years but this remaining month of waiting is pure hell.

Please, I need Veilguard noooooow

[vehemourn]

wicked grin

[valentinoappreciator]

🙏 This may not be that good, I got a writing blog, but it sure as hell is inactive. NSFW/NSFT.

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You could feel his tongue trace over the bruises he left the night before. Bruises are usually so painful and uncomfortable yet his tongue left your skin tingling in a more positive way. Perhaps it had to do with his saliva? Those pheromones of his.. they’re certainly something along the lines of an aphrodisiac and tranquilizer. Maybe that has something to do with it? The tingly sensation of it seems almost numbing.. yet you know it’s not right now. Perhaps if it was in your body.. but just being laced on the surface isn’t enough. You could still feel how sore the area was. How his hands were around your neck yesterday.. You were positive that if you could, you would’ve asphyxiated from how tight his grip had been. You wouldn’t have minded. The moment was practically pure bliss.

As you were getting lost in thought, Valentino brought you back to earth. As sucked and nibbled on your neck, the pair of hands gripping your hips tightened. His grip was tight though his hands were admittedly soft. One of his other hands had begun focusing on that clit of yours and it was starting to get to you... he had a lot of experience with pleasure. His last hand seemed to be preoccupied with your breast. He was kneeding almost, taking breaks to toy with your nipples. You had been trying not to be too vocal- Your voice did hurt, you may not have died, but there was a consequence to the night before.

Val’s red eyes shifted to your face as he noticed the lack of moaning.. that’s practically disrespectful. He wants to see that pretty little face of yours undone and you’re holding. Clearly something needed to change.

“ Mi pequeña linda puta~ I want to hear you. You are being so quiet tonight… We both know I can’t have that.”

SCREAMING. CRYING. GNAWING THROUGH THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE. THROWING UP.

i mean

yeah that's pretty hot [nervous laughter] a-anyway,,,,,

[bakingblues]

[luthienne]

i wake up thirsty and i think of palestine. i go to the doctor’s office and i think of palestine. a sign in the corner of the waiting room says ‘this is a place of healing, disruptive behavior will not be tolerated’ and i think of palestine. they probably weren’t thinking of bombs and snipers and mass graves in parking lots. i call my parents and i think of palestine. i drive to the grocery store and i think of palestine. i look at the clear blue sky and i think of palestine. i put the dishes away and i think of palestine. i feed my cat and i think of palestine. i listen to music and i think of palestine. i read poetry and i think of palestine. i text my friends and i think of palestine. i think of palestine and i think of palestine and i think of palestine

[trickstersaint]

i want to introduce you all to a project that is very close to my heart... or lack of one. anyway. for anyone who has ever wanted to play a poem. i'd like you to meet aromanticism

(link opens itch.io - she'll run on html in your browser! please be nice to her!)

[kooldewd123]

i'm late to the book of bill party has this been done yet

[teddybeartoji]

yuuta fucks like an animal btw it's insane,, he's literally drooling and panting and groaning, he's grabbing onto your hips so fucking hard that you know you're gonna wake up all pretty and bruised but he just can't help it. he's hungry. he's starved. he needs to have you in every possible way. he needs to kiss you, he needs to lick the sweat off your skin. his hips are slamming into yours with so much power that you can't even breathe properly and it's so overwhelming that you subconsciously try to move away from him, which only makes him press himself flush to you. skin to skin, there isn't even an inch between you. he noses at your cheek, smearing the fallen tears into your skin as he whispers: "don't push me away, love. c'mon, i know it feels good, tell me it feels good."

[crowleaf]

Trying to Sherlock Holmes my way back through my search history to figure out what was going through my brain to try and trigger a memory of what fucking email I used to sign up for a blog I can’t log into anymore because I lost/forgot said email

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Trapped in a vicious cycle of pining? Try gay sex! (More things to learn over at Tiger Tiger!)

[avelera]

God, if it WAS a timeloop, if Arcane Jayce has been experiencing version after version of The Horrors of not stopping Hextech, if him shooting Viktor isn't "killing" it's the final act of attempt after attempt after attempt at SAVING HIM I will walk of a ledge I swear, it's all coming together, I am a "Jayce was trapped in a time loop" truther now, I'm losing my damn mind. There is no way Jayce killed his partner unless another Viktor told him to do it or he has tried so many times over and seen the consequences of not doing so that he's completely broken, or he just knows from all those other versions that this is not Viktor or it's the only way to actually save Viktor... anyway I'm officially chewing glass and losing my mind I take back every version of "that is not Jayce" I am now a "That IS Jayce several decades of trauma later, trauma caused by trying over and over to save the world and save Viktor" I think we're going to be repaid for all of our "The goodbye was too brief" or "There was no emotion when Jayce killed Viktor" with an ENTIRE SEQUENCE that is just all the emotions Jayce has been pouring into trying to fix all of this any other way

Tune in next week at the end of my psychological breakdown to see if I was right or just ridiculous!

[tragicblondie]

thinking about the ending of dragon age 2 as a mage hawke who sided with the mages at the end of the fifth blight, the warden defeats the archdemon and saves ferelden. they are paraded through denerim to the sounds of cheering crowds. if they don't survive, their memory lives on in a tale of great heroism and sacrifice for years to come. the inquisitor celebrates at skyhold with the rest of their companions after they beat corypheus, the threat finally ended, the inquisition a success.

but not hawke. you can fight with everything you have to support the mages, but there is no grand fanfare when it is over. the villain succumbs to corruption and dies unceremoniously - you don’t even get the satisfaction of striking the killing blow. you can’t get a round at the hanged man to celebrate. it’s time to go. you and your friends can never sit around your table at the hanged man again. you can’t be seen here when the templars come to clean up the mess. nothing will be the same. you have given seven years of your life trying to hold kirkwall together, accepted your accolades and played the part of champion, and you watch it fall apart anyway. and how much of that is your fault? this city has been stained in your blood since before you could remember, since before the blood was your own.

you lost your sister when you lost your first home. even so, you tried to live by the advice you gave fenris - when you stop running, you build a life. the estate that you clawed your family back into stands looming and empty. it is the last place you saw your mother alive, and you still can't bear to touch her things, and you will never even see her room again. bodahn and sandal are making preparations to leave for orlais, orana will find other work with the skills she's learned, and the house will remain, a hollow testament to your family's legacy. gamlen will hear only the stories. your brother fought by your side when it mattered, despite everything. even so, he will stay behind, and you might never see him again.

no, there is no time for a celebration. instead you get a cautious acknowledgement from the templars, a tense goodbye, and then you can never go home again. for the second time. you thought you could build a life, and you tried. you held on as long as you could, you made friends, you fell in love, you clung to the last vestiges of your family, but most of them will be forced to leave your side anyway. you won, but even that wasn't enough.

[demon-of-the-ancient-world]

Hate (affectionate) how it's made so clear from the very beginning of part 1 just how loved Paul is by his family and household. Both his parents, Duncan, Gurney, Thufir, even Dr Yueh all clearly care so deeply for this kid, and we're shown that time and time again.

Cut to the end of part two, and almost every one of those people is gone. The only ones who remain are a weird, came-back-wrong version of Jessica, and Gurney who has gone from mentor to worshipper. Paul goes from someone deeply loved and valued for who he is by a small but caring group of people - to someone followed and worshipped and feared by thousands. They're obsessed with him in a way, as a leader and "messiah", but nobody loves him.

The only one remaining who loves him for who he is is Chani, who leaves him because in the end that love isn't enough to bring who he is back.

[noornight]

Meow :3

[ratgrinders]

the karmic balance of fabian rolling two nat ones on the medicine check only for kristin to shove him out of the way and IMMEDIATELY roll a Nat 20