#i’m just rambling

[logansbelt]

౨ৎ ‎ ♡₊˚・₊✧ A continuation from this since you guys loved it so much mwah🤍 so basically when he came his claws come out ౨ৎ ‎ ♡₊˚・₊✧

Logan nodded eagerly, his tongue rushing out to moisten his lips. His voice had a hungry, almost frantic quality to it when he said.

"... Hurry." His cock was easily maneuvered by your dominant hands as your mouth fell upon him. You didn't require any guidance from him; your tongue moved with such hunger that he gasped, and your lips planted kisses down his shaft. His fingers twisted in your hair, grasping the strands as you lead him to the base, your head bobbing in a cadence that was both unrelenting and satisfying.

His core tensed as each flick of your tongue sent shockwaves through him. He could not control the harsh shriek that escaped from his throat as the peak drew closer. But his vocal cords malfunctioned mid-release, and instead of producing a pleasant sound, it broke. His orgasm was strong and all-consuming, jerking with its force. The way his cock twitched in your mouth was very satisfying.

Every deep suction, was designed to push him further into bliss. As his voice caught on to the vocal stimulation, he moaned, "You're so… so damn good at this." His acclaim was hardly comprehensible, tinged with incredulity. You glanced up into his eyes, and it seemed to encourage you to see him so insane, head cocked back, throat bared. With a deep, contented groan, you swallowed him whole as your hands dug into his thighs, grounding him as you kept the speed under control. You lowered your lips lower, tease the prominent vein.

"Fuck… I love your gorgeous mouth, it's perfect for my dick." Logan let out a gasp. Tears gathered in his eyes, slipping down his flushed cheeks as he approached overstimulation. He was devoured by your touch, fully lost in the feeling, his head fuzzy and fixed on your tongue. Logan gasped, his voice full of emotion, his hands holding your hair just hard enough to keep you near. Tears collected in the corners of his eyes, slipping down his cheeks as overstimulation set in.

A guttural cry erupting from his throat. His claws shot out with a sharp metallic snikt , the sound slicing through the air. For a moment, they gleamed, trembling as his body shuddered, before retracting with a low groan of metal as the wave of pleasure consumed him fully. His legs trembled, barely able to hold him upright as he came down from the high, his hand slipping from your hair to brush your cheek gently, his touch now reverent, almost tender.

You lifted yourself up, smirking as you wiped the aftermath from your lips with a flick of your wrist. His wide, glassy eyes followed your every move, still dazed, still utterly consumed by you. You leaned in close, pressing your lips to his, capturing his taste in a kiss that was slow and searing. Logan groaned into your mouth, his hands finding your waist, pulling you closer as his trembling body sought yours for comfort. The kiss deepened, his lips moving hungrily against yours, his desperation giving way to gratitude.

When you pulled back, your leg slid between his again, pressing lightly against his sensitive core. His head fell forward, a low, broken moan escaping him as his body jolted from the eroticism . You smirked, brushing your lips against the shell of his ear, your voice low and teasing.

Leaning down, your lips ghosted over his neck, your breath hot and tantalizing against his flushed skin. “Tell me… how’d I do?” you murmured, your voice dripping with playful satisfaction. Logan chuckled weakly, his breath still uneven as his hands slid down your sides, resting at your hips. “You… fuckin’ ruined me, baby,” he whispered, his voice still gravelly, hoarse from his cries. “Don’t think I’m ever recoverin’ from that.”

“You always leave me like this,” Logan whispered , his voice weak but tinged with amusement. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough…”

Your lips curved into a slow, knowing smile as you leaned down to kiss him softly. “I know, Logan,” you whispered, your voice filled with quiet satisfaction. You smiled, brushing a soft kiss against the corner of his mouth.

“I wasn’t planning on letting you forget it.”

His thumb brushed over your lower lip, lingering as if savoring the moment, trying to ground himself after the intensity of what had just unfolded.

“Don’t look at me like that,” A slow smirk tugged at your lips as you leaned down, pressing your mouth to his, soft at first, the kiss a tender exploration. His lips parted beneath yours, his grip on your waist tightening as he pulled you closer, deepening the kiss. It was slow and heated, a lingering sensation of everything unsaid, the aftermath of the rawness giving way to a more intimate connection.

His hand slid down to your back, pulling you flush against him, his body warm and solid beneath you. His kiss became more urgent, more insistent, his tongue tracing your lips as if needing more. You met him halfway, your tongues tangling, his lips fevered and hungry against yours. The world around you seemed to fade as the kiss stretched on, both of you lost in the intoxicating closeness, the shared breath, and the lingering desire that had yet to dissipate.

Logan groaned softly into the kiss, his hand slipping beneath your shirt, fingers grazing over the bare skin of your back. He was gentle at first, almost reverent, as if savoring the moment of quiet intimacy after everything that had come before. His other hand cupped the back of your neck, fingers threading through your hair, tugging you even closer, as though he couldn’t get enough. His kiss was a mixture of hunger and tenderness, leaving you breathless and wanting more. You could feel the steady pulse of his heart beneath your chest, and it was almost as if time had stopped, just the two of you in this quiet, electric moment, sharing something neither of you had expected.

After a few long moments, you finally pulled away slightly, your lips still brushing against his as you caught your breath. “You’re dangerous, you know that?”

You chuckled softly, your thumb brushing over his cheek, savoring the closeness. “I think you’re the one who’s dangerous, Logan.”

౨ৎ ‎ ♡₊˚・₊✧ I’m Imagining a extremely submissive Logan 🤍 ౨ৎ ‎ ♡₊˚・₊✧

Sprawled out, his hair a wild, messy framing his flushed face. His chest rises and falls erratically, each shaky breath betraying how undone he’s become. His Adam’s apple bobs with every hard swallow, the motion drawing your attention as his throat works through a plea he’s too proud to fully voice.

“Please,” he whines , voice raw, a mix of frustration and desperation. His dark, heavy-lidded eyes lock onto yours, glinting with something feral, something needy. They roam over you like he can’t decide where to focus, lingering just long enough to make your skin burn under the weight of his gaze. His lips are swollen, slick from where he’s been nervously biting and licking at them, the sharp edge of his teeth catching faintly in the dim light.

He shifts beneath you, his body trembling as he fights against the vulnerability, his pride warring with the primal need etched across his features. His hips twitch slightly, seeking relief but unable to find it, his hands still gripping the sheets like they’re the only thing tethering him to reality. The way his fingers flex and curl betrays how much he’s struggling to keep from losing himself completely.

“Baby don’t… tease me,” he whimpered through clenched words come out slurred, a little broken, but there’s no mistaking the desperation behind them. It lingers in the way his breath catches mid-sentence, how his lips curl just slightly around the words as though it pains him to say them out loud. His Adam’s apple bobs again when he swallows hard, his messy hair falling over his forehead, casting shadows across his face. His eyes flicker between defiance and surrender, his chest heaving as his breath catches, a strangled sound slipping from his throat.

“You’re killing me,” he groans, his voice rough and slurred, thick with the weight of his surrender. His gaze locks onto yours, dark and smoldering, like he’s trying to burn this moment into his memory.

“Just… take care of me, baby please” Logan says again, eyebrows furrowed the words trembling as they leave his lips, less a command and more a plea, steeped in desperation and trust. “Oh, God,” continued oh my gods him a broken record that sent shivers down your spine. His head fell back, his hips faster, harder, completely losing any rhythm in his desperation as he chased that release. His hand, already gripping yours, tightened, fingers interlocking with yours, his grasp growing harder with each movement, each frantic push. The pressure of his grip was almost enough to bruise, but he couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t pull away. His need was consuming him.

“You feel so damn good,” he growled his accent bleeding through and making the confession even more intoxicating. His dark, half-lidded eyes locked onto yours, pupils blown wide, a flicker of frustration mingling with the overwhelming pleasure coursing through him.

His body trembled, a thin sheen of sweat clinging to his skin, his muscles taut as if straining against the intensity of it all. Every motion, every sound he made was desperate, primal, like he couldn’t hold anything back even if he tried. “Goddamn it,” he spoke again, the words barely audible, swallowed by the heat of the moment. There’s nothing left of , his body trembling as he gives himself over to you completely.

[atelierlili]

I always wondered why Katniss factored marriage and children into the equation when it came to reciprocating Peeta’s feelings for her. It’s a rather large leap, especially when Peeta himself never expresses wanting children at any point in the story. He uses children as a tool to persuade Katniss and the Capital to save her life, but the only time we see him express any desire/feelings of having one of his own is when he’s crying after the baby bomb. But we never hear his real thoughts.

But you wanna know who does express wanting children? Gale.

It’s one of the first thing he mentions in chapter one. And it pisses her off so much.

(I also want to add that Gale reframes/establishes the dynamic of Katniss and him caring for their siblings from something that is sibling-sibling to parent-sibling. And he is not wrong. Katniss doesn’t refute him. Both Katniss and Gale are surrogate parents to their siblings. Which is also why Katniss love and affection of Prim, is not just sisterly. I’ve seen people say Katniss is only sisterly to Prim- but she’s not. She’s parentified their relationship to the point she subconsciously see Prim as her child, which makes this a tragedy because she’ll loose her first child no matter what she does by the end of the story.)

But Gale’s phrasing here elevates himself as a potential suitor to Katniss by placing them both as the parental roles to these children. (Which irritates her a lot ). Which is why she brings the topic up with her relationship with Peeta. Because she’s subconsciously aware of Gale’s efforts and knows it will be a point of contention between them. It hangs over her head in a way.

With Gale, children are extra mouths to feed. (But Gale will do fine. He can work. He can hunt.) It’s all framed with calculated survival in mind. But it’s also not something she had planned in the future at any point.

But Peeta’s children? Oh they deserve to be born because Peeta deserves to be a father. He would be such a good father. They deserve to exist in a world where they can be safe and happy. (Even if it’s not with her.)

This is also why I think she subconsciously sees Peeta’s baby as her own. And I don’t think of it as a cruel/heartless thing, it’s just you’d be more protective of your own child compared to someone else’s. Katniss sees Gale as a reliable person who’s equipped to look after a kid. She doesn’t express the same kind of maternal instinct/yearning for the Baby Hawthrone’s safety as she does with the idea of Baby Mellark, because she doesn’t think of Gale’s child as her own. She never hopes for a better future for them, but she does with Peeta because he and that baby gives her hope. And she loves him that much.

[boba-beom]

taehyun hard thoughts

bf!taehyun who sits you on his lap, wandering hands over your ass and pushing your hips forward to grind against his half-hard cock.

bf!taehyun who has his hands resting behind his head as he lets you rut against his boner through his grey sweats, your pussy getting wetter by the second while your face buries into his neck.

bf!taehyun who lets out small grunts and low moans as you place light kisses along the column of his neck, nipping and sucking as you leave a couple of marks so they peek above his shirts and tank tops.

bf!taehyun who’s dick twitches when you buck your hips a certain way, the head of his cock deliciously rubbing against the material of his pants.

bf!taehyun who loves hearing your heavy breathing by his ear, your soft sighs and gentle moans as his orgasm nears.

bf!taehyun who tells you to go on your knees, pulling down his pants and continues to jerk off his pretty dick in front of your face while you kneel with your mouth open and tongue sticking out.

bf!taehyun who gets pushed over the edge by your eye contact. loving the way you look needy for him and he twitches forward as he shoots his cum on your tongue, a couple of spurts missing your mouth and dripping on your chin

[depressed-cherry11]

the duffers better not pull a reddie on us with byler istg

[apollosothertwin]

when he was very little apollo was scared of roosters and artemis always made fun of him for it

[albino-parakeet]

Laughing so hard at the damn framed picture of Eddie and Wu, Brooklynn accidentally steps on.

[starryrock]

Satoru Fujinuma (cosmically forced to time travel back to being 10-years-old) and Conan Edogawa (medically altered 17-year-old that survived a poisoning attempt only to look 7-years-old) in the same location together. One is the universe’s unwilling errand boy to stop tragedies before they occur, the other regularly finds himself in the middle of a crime scene (usually a murder).

[qaze]

So I um. May have made a google doc with a breakdown of every song by The Crane Wives and both associated and explained why it matched certain fable smp characters and I cannot decide if I want to post this or not. But it has taken the greater part of 4 hours to make this and I would just like the fact that this document exists to be known by the masses

[drizzledrawings]

When people say that Mary is manipulative it makes me pause a little

Did she ask Arthur multiple times for help? Yeah. Did she ask him specifically cause of his skill set and his relationship with her? Of course. Do I think it was malicious? Absolutely not!! Mary is a flawed character just like everyone else in the story. She loved Arthur sure, but he’s an outlaw, being with him would ultimately put herself and her younger brother in danger. She is hyper aware of that. It makes sense that she has complicated feelings towards him and feels like because of their history she can still call upon him to help

Arthur is manipulated by many characters in the story who are far worse than Mary (DUTCH). Arthur loved her, and in Saint Denis he wanted to go with her, she wanted to run away with him. There was no manipulation there, if Arthur didn’t feel this great responsibility towards the gang, if he wasn’t so deep into the cult like following of Dutch, I think he would’ve gone

Idk the amount of discourse and hatred when it comes to the very few important women in rdr makes me angry. Wether it’s saying Mary is manipulative, Sadie is annoying, or villainizing abigail for her past prostitution, it all feels very wrapped up in misogyny

[logansbelt]

I don’t give a fuck about the Hugh Jackman allegations, especially when they’re all based on random Twitter threads. Some of y’all are really out here believing gossip pages? And the whole thing about him and Sutton Foster? If they’re together now, fine—good for them. I don’t care. They’re happy, thriving, doing their thing. Not my business.

And no, he didn’t cheat—they were already separated, and they stayed together for the kids. Their words, not mine. Anyway, I’m still going to thirst over that fine man. Hugh Jackman lookalikes, if you’re out there, I’m hunting you all down in Australia. Stay ready. I’m coming!!!

[shouta-aizawow]

Xie Lian’s Relationship with Pain Thoughts™️

It’s canon Xie Lian doesn’t care much about his physical wellbeing bc as far as he’s concerned he’ll just heal anyway and he’s already gone through the worse, so what’s one more injury?

But I think there could also be more to that.

On the one hand, physically, I think him being hurt with no one to care for most of his very long life has kinda developed into warped nerve sensitivity. Like he went through so much that some pains don’t register (or slowly fade into just another part of him) as he unconsciously suppresses his feelings and discomfort, but gentle touch is so rare for him that he has no “defense” against them. He’s hypo-sensitive to harsh things but hypersensitive to gentle things.

On the other hand, emotionally, Xie Lian has gone through torture and suffering for 800 years with no scar to show for it. He carries his pain in his head but it doesn’t show on his body, and it creates a dissonance within like “did I really go through that? Was it really that bad if it even did happen?” It makes nothing happening to his body feel real after a day or month or year (bc what is a year to someone who’s lived for 800?)

So, in that side of it, I think the lack of consideration for his physical safety and nonchalance when it comes to pain is his way of “proving” to himself that he’s there, present, and his experiences are real (bc, to him, that’s evidence more reliable than nightmares) for as long as the pain will last.

[bubblergoespop]

to be honest i feel some people forget that redacted listeners are actually characters as well and not just placeholders for people to self insert. though they are left up to interpretation in a lot of aspects to be inclusive to as many viewers as possible, they’re still characters in the redactedverse with canonical personality traits.

[blowingoffsteam2]

I think we always need to remember that CoM came out in 2004 and how absolutely off the wall insane it is that they got away with the subtext that they did. Especially considering it was Disney. It’s also just. Extremely clever? In the way it uses the subtext and red herrings? The red herrings being necessary to get past the censors yet baking them into the story as part of the mystery like I dont quite know how to explain it but CoM and the way the series depicts Sora’s queer experience is real to me because of the fact that it had to hide it and couch it in confusion- because I feel like that mirrors my and many other queer kids’ experiences of that generation?

Anyway I don’t know what I’m saying I just want people to remember that it wasn’t that long ago that making queer stories explicit especially in kid friendly media was basically impossible for creators and they did the best they could to slip in whatever they could get away with.

[ixtaek]

Today’s rambling thoughts about my specialest boy: Wind Waker Link

First off, at least in Wind Waker alone, the kid does not steal anything (barring swiping things off monsters but seeing as those drops would happen anyway…). Sure he definitely… receives some stolen property. But he does not rob anyone. He actually stops at least one burglary in the course of the game.

The worst he does is break some pots, which every Link does. Notably though, he PAYS FOR IT WHEN ASKED. By a guy who is a full floor away, whom he could easily outrun. But he pays!

Next, this kid was raised by his sweet old grandma, and clearly is very protective of his little sister. He’s such a sweet kid his grandma is worried literally sick about his welfare while he’s away with pirates. He stops dealing with the giant curse overwhelming the ocean to help her recover. We know he cares about Aryll. That’s literally what kicks off the whole plot.

Where am I going with this? Oh right.

Even though he sails, and he hangs out with pirates, Link just. Isn’t one. He isn’t the type to raid and pillage. He’s not going to kidnap or hold for ransom. If anything, it makes me love the dynamic with Tetra even more: she’s the one who would fight dirty and jumped Ganondorf while he was distracted in the Forsaken Fortress, while Link is so ridiculously honorable he doesn’t try to fight the guy who kidnapped his sister and his friend until the other guy initiates it.

Link may say he’s a pirate, but he’s a pirate like a little kid playing pirate. He’s acting tough. In the War of Eras he literally keeps his little sister on the phone (pirate charm) the whole time. He’s a ferocious fighter, but he’s still a sweet kid. He still cares about others. That’s part of why I think Linebeck eventually warms to him, because he’s just so sincere, so honest, actually the opposite of a real pirate.

I know “Wind Waker Link is a big swearing pirate swaggerer” is a popular characterization, but honestly this kid gives off the most wholesome vibes out of any Link. He’s the sunshine child that has a bunch of dangerous friends who will cut you if you try to hurt him. Yes he can kill you, I mean he shoved a sword into a man’s face, but to protect his home. And he didn’t care about Ganondorf after, he was too busy trying to reach the King. He was still the same kind kid.

[ask-1984-starscream]

Hc for screamer

I thought of the best headcannon ya’ll. At least for me.

So we all (not the idw comic readers(including me)) know that idw Starscream was suppose to look like this:

Which he has purple optics. Why though?

We also know he has a mutant spark which doesn’t allow him to die. Basiclly immortal.

Finally does this design kind of remind you of another character?

To me yes, though to all of you mabye not. So… the things on unicorn back

Looks similar to the ones on Starscreams back

Also we know that the blood of unicron is purple. Purple is starscream’s optic color in his true form.

To those who says not all purple optics means they have a connection to unicron. Airachnid has purple optics because she actually has eaten dark energon before. Now this is my opinion so don’t come after me. In episode thirst every person infected by the dark energon optic turns purple but not Airachnid because she already had purple optics. We know that the only way to get purple optics is if you have the dark energon in you. Example is Megatron whose optics turned purple after he consumed (stabbed himself with)dark energon. So then why does Airachnid have purple optics. Yes it goes with her design but so does red or yellow. The creators specifically chose purple. Also remember she’s a hunter and has been on multiple planets. She could have seen dark energon on any one of those planets. Plus she is know to take power from wherever she can get it from. Example is with the incectacons.

Back to the point, what’s a word that describes Starscream? Manipulating, cunning, chaotic, narcissistic, self-centered, selfish, and a lot of other words but mostly chaotic and selfish. And who’s basiclly the god of chaos and chaos itself? Unicron.

So what I’m saying is that I think unicorn may have created his spark. Notice how I’m saying spark not Starscream. We know his body was made by cybertronians but his spark wasn’t. No one can created life except primus and unicron. We have proof of this in the comics! I forgot which one it was but it’s in the comics!

Also starscream’s original name was Ulchtar. Whose name also starts with a U? Unicorn. They’re both seven letters. Maybe I’m reading into this too much maybe I’m not. But my point remains, it’s possible that unicorn created Starscream’s spark. Now this is just a short essay because I just thought of this. I write more on this later. But think about it.

[venomousiiserpent]

I’ve never posted about any of the lore around sleep token because I never dove really deep into it. But lately I keep thinking—

Sleep is always depicted as super scary and draining vessel of the life inside him, but I kinda like the mental image that Sleep is a peaceful god. One who offered vessel peace and safety. So vessel willingly serves him as a thank you. Because Sleep just wants to offer him the chance to rest. Hence the name.

Part of what made me think about this was the conversation voiceovers at the shows. Sleep was the one telling Vessel - it’s alright man, they don’t want you to cry. It’s almost like the lyrics are sometimes so brutal cause he’s just helping Vessel work through the pain so the man can finally be at rest.

I’m not sure exactly how to word this but ya know what I mean??