#im fucking shaking!!!!

[xiaq]

So my bike was stolen from our garage last night. My beloved, custom, carbon fiber, most-expensive-thing-I-own-aside-from-my-car bike. I just found it listed on FB marketplace. Shit is about to go down.

[starryeyesmasc]

thinking about a girl guiding me through fucking her…

“good girl, that’s it, there we go. fuck, go a little deeper, baby.”

“haha, look at you—humping my thigh just to get off—no no. don’t you dare stop. you wanna be desperate? let me see it.”

“blushing so prettily for me, aren’t you? such a good slut, aching just to please me.”

“your body was made for this, wasn’t it, pretty girl? moulded for my pleasure. you look so good when you fuck me—awww did someone just moan?”

“faster, babe. I know you can go faster—fuck mhmm just like that. so good for me, baby.”

“are you close already? aw I know it feels good, babe, I know. hold on for me, okay? i want you to cum with me.”

…just,,,fuck I need a girl to please 😩

[starry-bi-sky]

on a completely separate note; shizun luo binghe with a disciple shen yuan who fell into the abyss??? *thinks about LBH canonically stealing SQQ's corpse for 5 years* he'd hallucinate i think. like, like visual and audial hallucinations.

Keeps thinking he's seeing SQQ in the corner of his eyes, or wandering between the trees, amongst a group of disciples. Thinks he hears him calling for him, but its just the wind or another disciple.

Gets Xiu Ya reforged but patently fucking refuses to make a sword mound. Because his disciple Is Not Dead :))) There was No Body. He's Not Dead. And If You keep Insisting That He Is, He's Gonna Skewer You :). He's holding onto Xiu Ya so he can return his most favored disciple's sword when he returns. It's on his hip right next to Zheng Yang where it's supposed to be.

Also this motherfucker?? does not sleep btw. He has the image of SQQ, wide eyed and hysterical and standing at the mouth of the abyss burned into his fucking eyelids. Can't use the dreamscape to escape it either because he keeps trying to save him and either he does and it's an incredibly cruel trick to wake up to, or he doesn't and he gets his heart broken in several different pieces again.

There is no convincing this man that Shen Qingqiu is dead. Absolutely nothing at all. He is buried so deep in denial that moles would be jealous of how deep he is. He keeps making tea for two in the bamboo house only to remember that it's just him. SQQ's fans are hiding everywhere, little reminders of his presence. He goes to wake up SQQ on the mornings he sleeps in-- only to find the room empty.

[basket-of-loquats]

oh crowley, nothing lasts forever.

no. no, i suppose it doesn't.

[Image ID: a digital sketch of the Crowley and Aziraphale kiss from Good Omen Season 2 Episode 6. End ID.]

[amid-fandoms]

like/reblog if you're part of THE PHAGENDA

[tomlinsun]

i cant stop fucking shaking

[loveyourhate]

🌙Tired💤

[clouvu]

Mother and Father 🫶

[soukokuchild]

We should definitely talk about this art

Credits to @ pynpycpyn (whoa I didn't realize it was fanart)

[rocals]

couldn't stop myself from doing lettering for the first time in ages. sometimes the emotion is more important than the technique

[lailas-in-space]

BRUTAL PIPE MURDER #2????

[stil-lindigo]

PARTY ROCKERS IN THE HOUUUUSE TONIIIIGHT

[isjasz]

[Day 160]

Ancient History

[quirkle2]

a little bit crazy

[knifekirby]

...why are people saying that Terry Pratchett had to have known what gaiman was up to? Tori Amos also worked with and was very close friends with him and dropped him like a rock once this shit came out. David Tennant and Michael Sheen as well. I know some people have said "well xyz author said they didn't trust him" but that's not quite the same as "hey I know for a fact this man is a serial rapist." Did you miss the part where he's very manipulative and two-faced? This is going so far off the rails from the issue and it's pissing me the fuck off. If you care about gaiman's victims as much as you say that you do, do something actually gddamn productive instead of theorizing a way to smear the name of a dead man.

[kkoct-ik]

love and tenderness and something else

their faces :)