#it's good to be able to breathe

[keepmyeyesonthehorizon]

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[bacchuschucklefuck]

space sweepers but they're delivery people and are at no point on screen through the entire movie

[realbeefman]

stacy is sooo interesting because she's in love with house but knows that they will never ever be able to have a healthy, stable, sane relationship because they're too similar so. she finds house-lite instead and marries him and. essentially moves on with her life! and is successful in this because she's a moderately well-adjusted person!

wilson, in contrast, never manages to escape the inevitable, in spite of his best efforts to find a house-lite of his very own, because he's an absolute fucking freak and ends up glued to house to the bitter. bitter end

[sidetongue]

I was asked to take a pair of 3wk old babies. Ofc I said yes. the person who dropped them to me was like "the boy can't use his back legs and the girl can't breathe. bye!"

[fictionadventurer]

There's something about reading really great writing that's so relaxing. You can just sit back and let the words wash over you, knowing that you can trust the writer.

[i-dreamed-i-had-a-son]

Broke (2016): BBC Sherlock is a phenomenal piece of media and anything that seems like a flaw just hasn't been fully explored yet

Woke (2020): BBC Sherlock is an incredibly flawed series run by an egotistical writer, it never deserved the hype and is actively bad on so many fronts (especially representation)

Bespoke (2024): BBC Sherlock is flawed and bogged down by increasingly poor writing, which many fans refused to see while it was airing, leading to hugely misplaced expectations (particularly for the final series), AND it has the seeds of some compelling characterizations and portrayals, some genuinely solid performances, and touches--albeit imperfectly--on complexities that are still being discussed today (particularly as it relates to the relationship between Sherlock and John). The huge cultural impact of the show has created a massive pendulum effect in its public perception, leading to most people today remembering a caricature of the show (whether positive or negative) rather than appreciating its nuanced merits and failings...that being said Season 4 sucked

[lifemod17]

I have still not moved on from this. Therapy happened for Andrew, the interviewer, and me.

I'm still processing all of *gestures broadly in the general direction of the video* THAT

[doki-doki-imagines]

Hiii! Love your work! So ever since that episode Chigiri calls Isagi attaboy, my brain has been just in there. So could I maybe get some good old, fast, maybe a little rough Chigiri calling reader Attagirl? Maybe a little bit of degradation too. Like being mean maybe

This man lives in my head tent free jdkdkd

“You dumb whore, instead of complaining can’t you put your mouth to better use?”

You knew from day one that Hyoma is a moody guy and you also learned how to deal with him, but today he really reached to apex, mood swinging back and forth and you were way too angry (and horny) to deal with it; thankfully Hyoma followed your lead.

Your mouth now kissing his boner through the fabric of his boxer, you can feel it twitch already, his hips grinding into your mouth begging to feel your mouth without any barrier.

It’s funny teasing Hyoma when he is in such a bad mood, but you are human too. You pull his dick out, usually, you would kiss the tip and lick slowly the shaft with the utmost care, but today isn’t the right one for such a nice treatment. You take as much as you can, moaning around the shaft.

“Ah finally” Hyoma groans. He then grips your hair, something he usually wouldn’t do, and forces you to take him all, your gags and tears make him just more aroused. He keeps you there for a second, enjoying the tightness of your throat, then let you go.

Tears running down your face and a string of spit connecting your abused mouth to his tip; a picture that is going to be framed in his head for a long time.

“Just say you wanted this from the start you bitch” A nasty snark escape his lips.

Hyoma grabs one of your hands and guides it to his thigh, a silent promise that he is gonna stop at the first tap, then he pulls your head again and starts fucking your face.

“You take it so well – You feel so good, fuck”  His words only spur you to do better, laving your tongue on the sides of the shaft as good as you can, your mouth making wet, sinful noises every thrust.

“K-keep going for a little bit more”

You nod, as best as you can since he is still keeping your head in place, the vibration making a delicious shiver run down his spine.

“Atta - attagirl” This time it’s your turn to feel the shiver; it is so good to be praised.

“Goddess, c-can I come on your face?” Hyoma moans, the aggressiveness of earlier almost vanished.

This time you don’t have time to answer, Hyoma already pulled out, jerking off at the sight of your tears, snot, and overall miserable face. A few more pumps and you found your lips and cheeks stained by strings of his cum.

“W-was it too much?”

“You were just perfect”

“Give me a minute and get on all fours, it’s time for me to reward my good girl.”

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[vala-dreams]

I got bored and drew wild on the desk during class

(I forgot what the master sword looked like)

[carpetbug]

marinette almost getting akumatized into a motherfucker named PANIC physically pains me. oh my god it hurts. like i’m literally going to write a whole essay on it painful. like i can’t stop thinking about it. it’s just so important to me? it’s so real? i don’t know too many words so little brain. something something seeing one of my favorite characters reflect those same terrifying, uncontrollable, and overwhelming moments of just fear it just. i don’t know. it makes me feel so small yet seen? like yeah i have this panic but so do so many others? GOD I DONT KNOW I NEED TO WRITE THIS OUT

[papsiguesss]

Some screencaps of our beloved Cushing I took while watching him as John Rollason in The Abominable Snowman (1957)

[skunkes]

if life is categorized by Before Loss and After Loss then I exist in the before but with a countdown to the after. and the countdown is always always present and debilitating. the loss will be debilitating too but i cant help myself. i will always suffer twice.

[actualbird]

hi everyone. if you are the type to pray or send good vibes to an internet stranger's cat, i'd appreciate it if you could wish my cat gato well. hes currently confined at the vet hospital for an enlarged spleen and an infection. the vet's been giving me updates and hes not vomiting and his appetite is finally back (after a worrying bout of him refusing to eat). im hopeful that his recovery will be smooth but im still so worried about him that im throwing up out of stress. here he is sleeping all curled up like a shrimp before he got sick and hes so stupid and i love him more than words can describe.

[dylanconrique]

lucy waking up from a nightmare about her DOD and being comforted by tim is so detrimental to me. i need it more than the oxygen that fills my lungs.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Not me reading the ask bread-ghost sent and then reading your response, only to immediately imagine FL's brain utterly short circuiting the first time you return his affections-

the post in question <3

oh my moon and stars you are so right. Legacy freezes when you begin peppering his face with tiny kisses, his chirps dying in his throat as you shower him with affection, running your hands through his thick coppery hair and cupping his cheeks. he stares at you when you finally pull away, mouth hanging slightly open, and you grin and give him one final kiss at the edge of his fanged maw. a strangled squeak slips out, Legacy's crimson mask somehow flushing an even deeper red as he hastily looks away, chitters stuttering and catching on every second syllable. you laugh joyfully and plant another kiss on his forehead, and from deep in the back of his throat comes a strong, rumbling purr, his face buried into the crook of your neck

now whenever Legacy snuggles up to you, he'll look at you hopefully, nudging your hands until you sink them into his lavender fluff, crystalline eye closing with bliss as you scritch under his chin. he utterly melts in your arms, and has accidentally almost suffocated you because he suddenly put his full weight on top of you- a very heavy, warm blanket of Abyss monster. so you settle for him resting his head on your stomach, lovingly gazing up at you as you read or sleep or even do work. just be sure to always give him headpats when he nibbles or pushes your hands, or else you'll have a pouty moth insistently nudging whatever you're working on away!