#i am on my knees okay?

[silostosstuff]

Ayeeee, let's start with a bit of critique, shall we?

(Because I definitely have nothing else to do... nooooo...)

Btw this contains spoilers, I guess

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The things that I liked:

First of all: I love the actors. They did a really good job. Especially the portrayal of teenagers. In a lot of shows, they look like 25 year-olds, and they act like 25 year-olds, but I really had the feeling of "Yes, these are the 16/17-year-old idiots they're supposed to be".

I also liked the sets. You can see the details in the background and the little nods to their characters.

I love how Lucy can feel what Annie felt while touching the ring, and I love her exploring her powers.

Their. Bodylanguage. Like how George is switching sides and stands next to Lucy when he agrees with her. The "we look at each other like oblivious idiots".

The bonding moments between George and Lucy and George and Lockwood. It shows that he is also important to them even tho he doubts it during the events of the last episodes.

The manipulation from Joplin towards George was on point and her obsession with knowledge.

I loved Kipps (even he had robbed screen time) and the way the showed his insecurities.

I am also invested in the story-line with Norrie. She seemed like a very nice character that could be important later. Especially since they made the coma/ghost-locked thing an important aspect of the show.

The scene in the hospital where Lucy finds all the people in the coma was actually pretty fitting. I really liked the danger the ghosts can have.

And of course his whole team. Kat being an icon, Bobby being the little smart boy he is and Ned also being an active agent.

And the sarcasm was on point.

Things that could've been better:

I kinda miss some scenes that were in the book. Like the scene at the beginning of the second book (I know they didn't have the time or money for it but still). I also missed some scenes to calm down. Like them sitting together after a job and just chatting a bit. I know it's way easier to put that in a book than a show but one or two scenes wouldn't have hurt.

I also miss the ghost in Bickerstaff's house. Like how creepy it actually was and I kinda miss that Kipps' team wasn't there cause it took away their effort to win this bet.

I also think at some points in the show Lucy is a bit out of character. I mean how she actually likes working at Jacob & Co and how and during the scenes with the ghost she... didn't really fight? Cause she is a trained agent and she is talented. And I dislike that she wants the world to know about the skull cause it's more like a secret.

I also think George should've been with them at some points (like Lucy at the DEPRAC headquarters or the ball).

I also missed that Ned was the kind of guy who punches the info out of you.

And of course: the storyline with Annie was way too fast, especially the Combe Carey Hall bit. I also missed the tour and Lockwood's intelligence and Fairfax deep regret of killing Annie. That it was an accident that was made out of jealousy rather than an act of brutality and hate.

Things, where I don't know how to feel:

I'm not sure about the changes with Annie. Especially with the ring. It doesn't make a difference, but it wouldn't have changed anything to stay with the necklace.

What is going on with the skull?? Like I have to know. I hope they didn't "destroy" him.

Winkman being an absolute psycho instead of a business man. I like him as a maniac but I also miss his shop and Lucy and Lockwood's "shopping trip"

What I think overall:

I genuinely liked the show. Of course, they can't make it "perfect" but considering their budget (that we don't know) I think they did the best they could've done.

I really hope for a second season, considering it didn't have that much of a budget and only a few big actors on the show it's possible. Also considering that Netflix renews book adaptations more often than original shows we might have a chance (?)

[ruinix]

smiling quinn ??? I am deceased

[theoldkyokodied]

"For the tyrants in a rut, I got a love For the gutless dogs, I got a love For the doomed youth, I got a love Won't you tell me please Why they got no love for me"

[milf-murdock]

Indulge me:

Ghost in love with 141!Reader who can take a bullet like an absolute champ but is down for the count at a common cold. Absolutely convinced you’re dying. Couldn’t possibly go on. Queen of “just leave me here to die in my mountain of used tissues and half empty water bottles.”

•And Simon just rolls his eyes, but can’t completely hide the crinkle of his eyes that gives away his smile hidden beneath the mask.

•He secretly adores the opportunity to take care of you, pressing the back of his un-gloved hand to your forehead to check for fever (you don’t have one, though you make him check again and again just to be sure because you’re convinced that you do).

•Keeping you hydrated and fussing at you to “finish the damn bottle of water” (you know the accent is poppin off with that phrase).

•Giving you shit about how you carried on for 5 kilometers after getting fucking shot in the shoulder, not even telling anybody you were hit and trying to handle it yourself, but as he’s chiding you he’s also making sure the blanket he’s just draped across your body is perfectly tucked in around your form.

•and when you’re finally asleep, mouth open, snoring as loud as ever with your clogged up sinuses, Simon can’t help but chuckle to himself as he traces a single finger across your cheek. He’s never been so in love.

[harbingersglory]

Hello, could I have transfem Signora x fem!reader smut? Any scenario is fine, just need dom Signora railing me 😩

{☆} characters la signora {☆} notes drabble, fem reader, sub reader, dom la signora, transfem la signora {☆} warnings 18+ content, restraints, temperature play, face fucking, degradation, pet play

There's a moment of silence that lingers for far too long, the cold nipping at your exposed skin until you feel shivers wrack your body. You squirm instinctively, seeking out the fading warmth of the thick furs laid out beneath you, yet finding nothing but the cold that chills you to your bones. You can't even see, your eyes covered by black fabric, silk tying your arms together behind your back.

It's almost torturous waiting like this. Your knees sink further into the fur as you lean your weight forward slightly, exhaling a shaky breath. You begin to wonder if Signora left you there– maybe you'd annoyed her earlier and she was punishing you. You hoped not. She wasn't known for being lenient when it came to punishments.

But the brush of her fingers along your jawline squashed that fear, your breath hitching as her thumb glided over your throat, the heat of her skin making you shudder. The contrast of the cold room, of your freezing body, to the unnatural heat that simmers beneath her skin is immense– your knees would have definitely buckled if you hadn't been kneeling already.

"Did you think I'd left you here all alone? You're shaking like a dog." The soft, biting lilt was nothing more than a murmur, but for you it was impossible not to hear the pleased tone beneath the roughness of her voice. Your heart leaps into your throat when her fingers trace back up along your jawline, lifting your head and tilting it back just enough to be uncomfortable.

You open your mouth to speak, but your words are silenced by her thumb slipping past your lips instead– you don't fight back, even though the sudden intrusion catches you off guard enough you almost bite her finger instead. You almost consider doing it anyway, but she's so rarely in a good mood it feels rude to spoil it.

"Pets don't speak until they're told," She chides, pressing down on your tongue slightly and laughing at the way you almost choke in surprise. "And I don't remember giving you permission."

You can only manage a garbled whine in response, your face burning in embarrassment– but it's quickly silenced by the click of her tongue and the creak of the old chair you know sits by the fireplace, her thumb sliding out between your lips to drag you closer. Close enough to feel the rush of heat across your skin as your cheek is pressed against her thigh, her hands resting on the back of your head. You can't see it, but you sure can imagine the smug smile that must be tugging at her lips right about now.

"Let's see about fixing your little disobedient streak, darling." She murmurs, digging her nails into your scalp and tugging you even closer, the furs beneath you doing little to prevent the ache in your knees from kneeling. But you don't complain– you know what she wants, and you want it too. "Open."

Like the dog she seems so fond of treating you as, you listen– you're not as surprised this time when her fingers fill your mouth, forcing it open even further until you can feel the saliva collecting and dribbling down your chin. She doesn't seem to mind, even laughing at how pitiful you probably look, drooling all over her fingers.

But Signora is a hard woman to satisfy, and this will hardly do anything other then work her up enough to really break you in. You can just barely hear the rustle of fabric over your heartbeat, gloved hands tugging you closer and forcing you to press right up against the edge of the chair. It's almost uncomfortable, the way the chair presses against your chest, but she always has you teetering on that fine edge.

"Perhaps you can be trained after all." Signora's voice is like a balm, the heat of her body driving away the cold and urging you impossibly closer, until you feel her hand guide you down just as her fingers slip out of your mouth again– right up until you feel her cock against your cheek. "Show me that you can be obedient, mutt, and maybe I'll let you sit on my lap."

You know she's just dangling a treat just out of reach, but you can't help but reach for it anyway.

Your tongue drags across the underside of her cock, so slow you can hear the hiss that rattles in her chest halfway between pleasure and impatience. You take your time anyway, lingering until you reach the tip and press a kiss against it. You almost wish you could see her face, but she's never been fond of expressing anything outwardly when you can see it– just the idea of her brows furrowed, of her face flush and her lip caught between her teeth..it's enough.

It's not hard to imagine it anyway when the heat grows hotter, nearly turning the room into an oven before she catches herself. You aren't stupid enough to mention it, but your smile must be enough, because a low growl makes you shiver– so you drag your tongue from the base to the tip again, revel in the way it throbs beneath your tongue. For a moment you almost have something like control, your saliva dripping down her aching cock as you lap at it like a mutt.

But you're both growing impatient– the sharp click of her nails against the chairs arms makes you shudder, urging you to lift yourself up just enough to wrap your lips around the head with a muffled groan. You consider dragging it out just a moment longer, just to see if you can get her to whine, but she knows you better then you do– before you can even blink, her hand shoves you down. You, predictably, gag. Your throat burns from the stretch, but it's not unpleasant, eased by the pleasured hiss that tumbles from her lips. Signora at least has the mercy to let you get used to it for a moment before she drags you back up, the emptiness in your throat making you whine before she's shoving her cock back down your throat. Your eyes sting with unshed tears, your own sounds of pleasure muffled and garbled as she does it again– and again.

"Finally quiet, mutt?" She laughs, but it's strained– her voice quivers slightly as she fucks your throat like your nothing but a toy to her, drool dribbling down your chin and tears staining the blindfold. "If I knew it was this easy to shut you up, I'd have done it a long time ago."

You so badly want to do something, but with your hands tied behind your back and her fucking your face so rough, so fast, you can barely even think..there's not much you can do but let her, your cunt clenching around nothing. You really hope she wasn't lying about that reward, for once. You're practically dripping on her floor while she uses you, just barely able to squeeze your thighs together for a fraction of friction.

It only serves to make you more desperate, though.

"Fuck– or maybe you're too stupid to know better. You'd just let any pretty woman with a cock use you," Her breathing was getting heavier, more strained, but her grip on your hair didn't relent. Neither did the harsh thrust of her hips, her cock constantly hammering into your throat until you felt dizzy. "You're lucky I'm even willing to train a mutt like you."

Your mind starts to feel fuzzy, the words blending together until she digs her nails into your scalp and forces you down again– and keeps you there. You nearly gag again when you feel her shudder, her cock throbbing in your mouth as her cum spills down your throat, your hands straining against the silk binding them together. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, nostrils flaring and your body tensing– you don't even realize you'd briefly lost consciousness until your find yourself on her lap, rather then on your knees, her hands brushing the strands of hair stuck to your face with sweat out of your eyes.

It's the most gentle she's been all night– and likely as gently as she will be tonight. You lean into her touch anyway, groaning softly and shuddering at the taste of her on your tongue mixed with her cock throbbing against your thigh.

"I'm not done yet, darling. Did you think I'd let you get away with a little light training?" She laughs, cupping your jaw and pressing a kiss that's far too gentle to your cheek, the warmth of her body almost suffocating– but you welcome it, like you always do.

So you nod, smiling drowsily and spreading your legs like a good pet should.

[french-fried-fics]

Soft dom, praise kink, Emmrich has me in a chokehold and I'm just like...

*wheezes* Harder daddy...

[katanasonata]

...yet in those depths darkness shall creep.

[gekkyuden]

SLAYED

[angelbabyange]

glen in australia looking like this is absolutely making me feral (pic creds to the owner)

[spaceratprodigy]

(palette challenge) PINK LEMONADE OR WATERMELON FOR DELIRIS ⁉️⁉️⁉️

@oldworldwidgets — [ palette prompts ]

WATERMELON LEMONADE DELIRIS 💖💚

[shesmyscar]

currently thinking about how doug and michael both call lisa “kiddo” when lisa is in a vulnerable moment with both of them, they both betray her in similar/different ways, and how neither of them see her as equal to them

[bitternace]

WHY ARE YOU SO EVIL!!! /POS. ATTACKING YOU.

Xemnas and Xigbar for 37 if that number hasn't been done? If it has, how about 74?

no puedo pedirle lo eterno a un simple mortal // ay, todo lo que he hecho por ti.

[ID: a mostly black and white drawing with a purple overlay of xigbar and xemnas shown from the hip up on the left side of the image. the background is black and has some diagonal lines with a bit of transparency on the right side. the shadows are harsh, with only a bit of light falling on their faces.

they stand before each other turned to the audience. xigbar, holds the handle and the middle of No Name before him, head tilted down as he looks to the audience. xemnas stands a full head taller behind xigbar, his left hand held some distance below the bladed tip of No Name, his left eye is covered by his fringe.

xemnas visible eye is painted ochre with a white pupil, while xigbar's eye is white and gold. The eyes on no name's handle and the gazing eye on the blade are a vibrant cyan. the caption reads the spanish lyrics "i can't ask a simple mortal for a forever" and "oh, everything i've done for you." /End ID.]

close-up under keep reading.

[tianlavellan]

If you can't get homemade bioware canon Garrett Hawke, then storebought created in the CC is fine

[wildsaltair]

[mango-mya]

Yes that's Shakespeare please leave me alone

[petrichor-and-moondust]

SPOILERS FOR WFA UNDER THE CUT, SPOILERS FOR THE FAST PASS IN TAGS

grabs you and grabs you and grabs you and grabs you. Do you see this. do you see the compassionate representation of PTSD and of Jason's character. DO YOU SEE IT. have you read this? Have you read the fast pass? I am sobbing. I am in pieces and I've been put back together and I fell apart again. DC, you CAN do better. Why don't you? Why are your main-canon stories not this well written? DO YOU SEE IT.