#i'm already halfway there

[purenguyening]

The desire to put some stuff on my USB so I can mess around with RNG manipulation while at work....

[colealexart]

happy what doesn't break release day! (no spoilers please)

[96crewlove]

real talk tho halsey is an artist who has consistently been making music that means something and makes you actually feel something IT'S NEVER JUST NOISE W HER/THEM

[ferryfoam]

"Sentimentality is another trait that makes humans dangerous" says Garak, in an almost 300 page letter that is entirely sentimental

[nanihirunkits]

What are you doing?

MY LOVE MIX-UP! | EP1

[its-captain-sir]

MUTANT MAYHEM SPOILERS

so those milk jokes huh

[holliday-is-holligay]

THESE ALL RELEASED WITHIN A DAY, IF NOT WITHIN HOURS OF EACH OTHER IS YOUTUBE TRYING TO KILL ME!?

YES I'M GOING TO WATCH THEM ALL, I'M GOING TO DO NOTHING ELSE FOR THE REST OF THE WEEK APPARENTLY!

[secriden]

WAIT.

What if Fadel goes on the run not, as I thought before, because the police are on to him/them.

But because he's trying to save Style from Bison????

Potential reasons why this could work:

Fadel seems way more conflicted about this than Bison in this scene

He's asking Bison what he, not they, are going to do. Although this could be a translation thing :'(

It explains why Style is with him but seemingly reluctant (at first) to be there.

Style not realising why Fadel is dragging him on the run/not fully understanding the danger he's in could explain the whole "handcuff to the bed" scene

It's Fadel that wants to stay and figure out if it is really Kant/Style. Bison was ready to vanish into the night.

Fadel has more reasons to forgive Style (Style didn’t know at first; Style has been dropping painfully obvious hints in context that he knew) and frankly a better disposition (less drastically emotional, more patient, more focused on finding solutions than dwelling on the problem) than Bison has to forgive Kant.

[zecoritheweirdone]

so i saw this old-ish post about an au centering around a villain lewis and a hero arthur,,, and i. may have gotten attached to it,, dkdndkdjs. so i decided to make some edits + doodles based on it!! i also really wanna make a lil oneshot about it as well,, but uh... whether or not i actually follow through on that, we'll see,, skdjsojdks.

edit: good news, gang,, i wrote the fic!!

[flowercrowngods]

Kas!Eddie where Steve uses positive reinforcement to help him feel like less of a monster. As Eddie becomes more human, the rewards get steamier. cw: explicit (ish??)

"Oh, baby," Steve coos, cradling Eddie's cheek and tilting up his chin to meet those beautiful eyes. Blown and black, the red glow beneath them pulsating in time with his heavy breathing.

This magnificent creature, more Kas than Eddie now, is strong enough to tear into the world and rip it to shreds. But always so docile for him. Always so lovely. Steve licks his lips as he trails his gaze down from wide eyes to plush lips, a trickle of blood drying on his pale skin that always seems to gleam in when Steve touches him like this. Tenderly. Lovingly. And with promise in his fingertips.

"You're no monster," he promises, daring him to disagree. He watches with fascination as a pointed tongue slowly, carefully licks up the remnants of Steve's blood. "No, you're no monster," Steve coos again, tilting Kas's face up higher to trail his lips along his jaw, kissing his way towards his chin and up the trail of wetness left behind.

Has whimpers, ducking his head just a fraction to chase Steve's lips and ask for a kiss, but Steve pulls back with a chuckle low in his throat, his grip on Kas shifting down to his throat as he moves in, hovering above him.

It shouldn't be possible, because his physical form has several inches on Steve, but something about him is always so small in Steve's hold. Like he's molding himself to Steve's figure to be so, so perfect for him.

He hums as he almost lets their lips touch, aware that he's driving Kas wild with it, and thrilled to have him like this. To hold him, hand around his throat, and tell him, "You're my good boy, hm? You're my good, good boy, isn't that right?"

Another whimper, and Kas shifts against him. Not to move in for a kiss, but to grind against him, rubbing his half hard cock into Steve's leg.

Steve chuckles again, a wave of fondness overcoming him as Kas takes what he wants. What he needs. Rubbing off against him were weeks and months ago, he would stand still until the shaking started, and Steve would have to bring him from the edge with gentle touch and loving words.

He trails one hand down to his ass to help him, to take control and give him a better angle. The effect is immediate as Kas lets out a guttural groan and pants, moaning around the syllables of his name.

"Yeah, you're doing so good, baby, taking what you need. You're so good. So good for me."

Kas nods, leaning their foreheads together as he loses himself in the delicate friction, and Steve finally relents. He ducks his head and claims those lips, moaning as Kas's sharp fangs catch his lip, drawing more blood and adding to the mess on their lips.

His resolve breaks when Kas's moans rise in pitch and frequency, knowing this is not enough for him. Knowing he wants to give him more. Steve reaches down, past the thin fabric of sweats Kas is wearing, and finds his magnificent cock, hard and leaking for him.

Always, always for him. They moan in unison as Steve begins stroking him, sucking on his tongue in time with the movement of his hands, rendering Kas almost motionless as he loses himself in the pleasure.

One day, Steve things, he'll have him writhing on his bed, hand fisted in his sheets, tearing them to shreds as Steve fucks into him with slow deliberation. Fucking the monster out of his memory and leaving only human remains, cock dumb and high on it. His name falling from those lips, blood-smeared and plump, the only thing these walls will hear aside from Good boy, and You're so good for me, and Fuck yourself on my cock, baby.

He'll take his time.

Soon.

Tonight, he doesn't get the luxury of taking his time as Kas grows desperate against him, coming with a keen as Steve bites down on his bottom lip and pulls.

"So good, baby," Steve pants as he strokes him through it, milking from him every last drop before bringing his hand up to those lips, kiss-swollen and blood red as they close around his fingers, gratefully licking up the come Steve feeds him.

That sight alone is almost enough for him to come in his pants, too, especially when Kas looks at him like that, pulling off his fingers with a slurping sound. Looking at him with hungry, hungry eyes that were made to destroy the world and rewrite history.

And yet all they do is give. And build. And smile, as he falls to his knees and pulls open Steve's belt, swallowing his cock to the hilt, massaging him with his fingers, his tongue, and vibrations that run through Steve's whole body until he, too, comes with a drawn-out groan.

He pulls Kas to his feet, combing his hair out of his sweat-slick forehead and having him meet his eyes with a gentler hold on his chin this time. "Say it."

Kas hesitates for just two seconds before a smile blooms on his face and he ducks his chin a little. "Good," he says. "I'm a good boy."

Steve hums around a smile himself, drawing a nonsensical pattern into the overheated skin of his cheek. "Whose?"

"Yours."

nonnie asked, i felt inspired. might turn this into a Thing.

[bipedalcapybara]

Hey Guys I Will Protect This White Girl With My Life

[that-really-dungeons-my-dragons]

The entire conversation between Gill and Chip after they realize there's a mole on Lizzie's ship is so.

God. Like. Gillion is in a classic romance novel and Chip is in a hurt/no comfort tragedy where he's playing a sad clown, you know what I mean?

Like Gill's entire speech is so full of classic romance tropes to the point that for half a second my French vanilla fantasy took over and I thought they were going to kiss or something and then Chip immediately breaks the moment with a joke about being a skeleton because that's all he knows how to do.

Like so often when they have Moments it feels like Gill is standing there with his heart in his hands going "take it, it's yours" and Chip has no idea how to cope with that. And I'm not just talking about from an Allegaytions standpoint, like. He literally has no frame of reference for that sort of emotion. It's never been part of his life experiences before. So he fancy footworks his way out of the situation with a joke because he has no idea how to reach out and take what's being offered.

And I'm over here losing my mind!

[telamons]

No matter how bitter the truth that awaits me, I will press on.

[sysig]

For Requestober, Req.1

Scri dressed as an angel, Edgar dressed as a demon. It would be fun to see the roles swaped regarding costumes!

Day 3 - Angel and Devil('s Advocate)

[itsallaboutbl]

As for family, I don't have anyone.

[quicksilversquared]

Finally got fed up with the roommate's girlfriend who has been living here (apparently paying some rent and a portion of utilities, so not freeloading-freeloading, but whatever) and texted the landlady about it, because this was supposed to be a temporary thing while the gf looked for a new housing arrangement, and the landlady was all just "oh I didn't know there was a problem so I renewed but I'll talk to her about not doing thing x" and it's like. Right. It was supposed to be temporary. I asked how long it was going to last initially before agreeing, then asked again late last fall when we had clearly blown straight past the one-month initial guess and there hadn't been any updates. I feel like the correct thing to do before willy-nilly renewing (hopefully just for one month...) would be to ask the actual residents about their thoughts on the whole thing dragging on, because my current answer to 'can she stay' is 'absolutely fucking not'.

....anyway, currently hoping that a) it's just extended by a month and b) maybe the landlady will reach out for input before renewing again, now that I have indicated (quite strongly) that I'm tired of having an extra person here.