#ice-cream sex

[sp0o0kylights]

New WIP I'm cruelly abandoning: Steve tells Eddie he has a tattoo.

Yes he got it while drunk.

No Eddie cannot see it.

Yes it is in fact on his ass, great deduction skills, did Dustin help?

No, Steve isn't telling Eddie what it is either.

Yes, Eddie's reactions are funny, actually though Steve refuses to admit his are "unnecessarily cruel"

And finally

"You wanna find out what it is so badly, Munson, you can come take my pants off yourself."

[a-small-writer-in-a-big-world]

roommate!simon is the type of guy who will take you on a late night drive, completely destroy your guts in the back seat and then get you ice cream after

[psychicvoidtale]

SHIT, NONE OF YOU UNDERSTAND IT, THOSE SONS OF BITCHES WENT ON A DATE AND LEFT THE HOUSE ALONE!!!!!!

[thepromiscuousfinger]

Me, passionately yelling describing to my coworker about how casual intimacy is a thing and should be celebrated in writing

[thebookworm0001]

I just think the fandom’s nastier responses to the bg3 men is wildly interesting

like. you have three men who are coming out of highly unhealthy relationships.

One of them gets super sexualized and infantilized at the exact same time. literally people put him in the bdsm harness while simultaneously misinterpreting elven cultural norms to say he’s mentally no more mature than a teenager despite having been a whole-ass local judge who died because he gave out corrupt rulings and got his ass jumped because of them.

the other gets treated like he’s an incel because he catches feelings quickly, despite being wildly respectful when you turn him down. Half the issues were due to a bug, the other is that this man is so starved for validation because his goddess - whom has paid special interest to him since he was a toddler - kept him constantly feeling lesser-than because despite calling him her Chosen, she gives him none of the power we see Chosens be given by other gods. Not to mention she sends her other ex - his mentor and friend - to tell him to off himself to earn her forgiveness. For some reason his attempts to gain god-like power are received worse than the borm-sexy-yesterday-vampire despite both of them having the goal of being safe from manipulation and control. I assume because the vampire gets a sex scene when you let him destroy his soul for power and the wizard does not.

The fairytale prince route, despite typically being very popular, is being called boring and dull and while, yes, he has less drama than some of the others, is still compelling and has high stakes for that character. He’s sold his soul but he thinks the price is worth it and he’s made his peace with the personal cost because he’s helping people. The only real difference between this character and others who are willing to sell their souls for the good of their lands is that this time around, he’s Black

[issacxjacob]

Issac and Jacob take Sophie and Rebecca to Jamie and Elliot's ice cream shop where they all buy their strawberry ice cream

[a-hell-of-a-time]

"Those who dislike or hate vanilla ice cream have no right to voice any opinion on ice cream flavours.

However, French Vanilla is superior to regular Vanilla."

[unopenablebox]

i guess i have embarrassing secrets, like "which z-list internet personality have i developed a weird sex thing about", but that's absolutely not life ruining. it's just cringe

[ghostlyheart]

I'm so tired and I need to go to bed but I just HAVE to ramble about "A Message of Art" because in one episode the Apocalypse Players have already managed to lay the groundwork for some really interesting themes about the need to perform creativity/sophistication and the thin line between art "subject" and object, especially when it comes to female agency.

Jane Harnsworth-Wright is immensely wealthy and powerful as an art dealer and carves out a place for herself in the circuit of the art world as a woman. But the control and status that affords her also makes her complicit in the objectification of other women AND highlights how she is trapped in her own way. She still needs to polish and present herself and worries what will happen when her beauty is gone. Edwina Alexander, the "piece of all pieces" as labeled by her, fully embraces the fact that her beauty can get her whatever she wants. The tension and covetousness of their relationship as art dealer and muse: "I [Jane] tuck a finger under Edwina's chin as if I'm examining a piece of art. And I think in that moment all of you realize, I buy what I want" (🤨❓️🏳️‍🌈). Edwina is "delectable." Yet they also have this practical alliance because they both understand exactly how this whole scene functions. Jane says, "I feel like you'll be my best friend at this party from this point forward." Later, Edwina remarks, "I think [Jane] can be helpful to me, weirdly, so I want to keep you a little bit close." They can be honest with each other and talk about what "beauty" really means in this context. Jane has a very pragmatic view of how the salon works, seeing it as more transactional than a celebration of culture: "Do you want to be an artist, or do you want to be the subject of artists, or do you want to buy art? And there's nothing else to be found here. Which is it, darling?" Edwina resists this classification and coming into the salon with her own agenda: "I'm interested in people and where they're from and what life's all about really... so, subject of art, what do you mean by that, Jane?" Her beauty is a tool that gets her in the door but she doesn't identify as a muse even though everyone sees her that way.

Not to mention the tiny glimpse of what's going on with Bathsheba. "LaRouche...is looking around to sort see if anyone else is looking at her, in a way that someone might he showing something off, like how you, Clovis, might be showing off one of your paintings." Bathsheba's beauty making her a threat to Edwina because women are treated like accessories and aesthetic accents to the environment. Not to mention how homoerotic this entire situation is

[nouearth]

i went to bed daydreaming about corenswet!clark taking kryptonian!reader under his wing (in an au where krypton was never destroyed) because of this new interplanetary study reader’s university is offering, and it basically becomes ‘my adventures with clark’ as clark helps reader learn and adjust to earth for the time he’s staying there, while simultaneously teaching him all about what humans do, or what kryptonians have long abandoned, and clark would find himself falling in love from then on. 🥲

[thegroundhogdidit]

one thing about lucifer morningstar is that he will participate in girls night

[cybergothvox]

If it's gonna be vanilla, I'd rather have ice-cream.

[chaerybae]

wife ate bro i can't help but like it, the matching wigs are so fun i love it

[thestormlightnetwork]

is “sugar on the cream” an actual saying? I know there are lots of sayings about sugar, and i know it has the same meaning as “icing on the cake”, but like it bothers me.

Alastor why do you bother me. you find your way into my every waking thought, and to my dreams at night. i would kill for you if i had the chance, ride across the seven seas, tread through treacherous mountains and slay the most abhorrent beasts, so you could get your revenge on the awful lot of the vees.

goodnight ilyyyy

[einstetic]

i'm not tired, i'm exhausted

[smoking-old-toby]

bilbo buys an ice cream truck and thorin buys 🍦🍦🍦

"Good morning!" say the two little boys standing in front of the ice cream truck, one light haired one dark, both speaking in unison.

""Do you want to play with us?" The dark haired boy asks Frodo.

"Uncle Thorin, can we go play on the playground with him?"

The man standing behind the boys is broad shouldered with long dark hair threaded with grey starting at the temples. The whole family has braids with beads.

"Can I, Uncle Bilbo?" asks Frodo eagerly.

"Sure, as long as it's okay with Mr..."

"Durin, Thorin Durin. These boys are Fíli and Kíli, my sistersons." Mr. Durin's voice is very, very deep.

"And what fine looking lads they are. I'm sure the three of you will play nicely together." Bilbo takes Frodo's hand before he leaves the truck. "Yell for me if anything happens, alright, my boy?"

"I will, Uncle Bilbo. I promise!"

And the three lads scamper off to the playground to swing and play make believe. Bilbo smiles at them before turning his smile to Mr. Durin.

"You're the author that lives around here, Bilbo Baggins?" Thorin asks in disbelief. "An author with an ice cream truck?"

"We only operate it in the summer."

"How does an author end up with a summer job, sales down?" Thorin teases, before becoming alarmed at his own words. If it's true he's definitely blown his shot.

Bilbo laughs. "Don't look so worried! It's nothing to do with my career. It was about Frodo... he was so sad when he came to me after his parents died, of course. And I asked him what might cheer him up and he said 'ice cream'." He huffs another laugh. "It was no great surprise to me, for Prim and Drogo were both ice cream lovers. I would babysit Frodo during their weekly ice cream date."

"So," Thorin taps the counter, "the ice cream truck?"

"Right. Well, erm, I brought Frodo ice cream, and the lad smiled for a moment before remembering he was upset, and told me that it wasn't enough. He needed an entire ice cream truck to feel cheered. And, well," Bilbo shrugs, "I had the time and money because of my children's series, so I bought a truck and Frodo designed it, picked the ice cream flavors, everything. Not the prices of course, but everything else." He became flustered suddenly. "And Frodo doesn't get everything he asks for, mind, it was just that... well an ice cream truck can't replace your parents but it can provide a good distraction."

"You neednt justify your actions to me, Mr. Baggins. It sounds like you're just trying your best to make the lad happy."

"I am. He's been through so much..." Bilbo bites his bottom lip. "I don't normally talk about this. You just, I don't know. You don't seem the gossipy sort, not at all."

"Mum's the word," says Thorin, feeling sad for Frodo's loss but certain the lad will be happy with his uncle.