#it's late i should really sleep ;;;;;;

[justanerd1234]

Me: Questioning if I’m actually AroAce or if I’m just being attention seeking and it’s all been a lie this whole time.

Allo person: *says or does pretty much anything related to a non-platonic relationship*

me: Why did I ever doubt myself? (I will repeat this process approx. once a week)

[asbestos-11]

changing the world one smilling ratio at a time

[beaft]

not to sound like a queer theory textbook, but i wish there were more options for exploring masculinity within lgbt spaces. i'm bored of "women and nonbinary people" and "femmes and thems" and "no men allowed". i know there's a broad social scene for gay men, but i don't fit into that as i still like girls and i only pass about 30% of the time. i just wish there was a way i could meet other queer and GNC men in a non-sexual setting (i.e. not grindr) and talk with them about things like what masculinity means from their perspective, how they express it, how they relate to other men, and most importantly what brands of razors they use, because i can't keep using shitty plastic disposables forever i just can't

[electricpurrs]

i think the "it's rotten work. not to me, not if it's you" quote feels different when you're disabled or neurodivergent or ill in some way. in some translations we get the context that Orestes is specifically worried that it's disgusting or unpleasant to touch someone who's sick.

Philip Vellacott (1972)

David Kovacs (2002)

Orestes, even when talking to someone so close to him, cant help but feel like a weight to those who love him. he sees himself as disgusting, revolting to look at or to touch. a burden to be taken care of.

and while in many translations Pylades replies with "Not for me", in some he also just reaffirms he will do it.

William Arrowsmith (1958)

Kenneth McLeish (1997)

Pylades doesn't care whether the task is hard, unpleasant. I'll do it. he cares for Orestes and he will take care of him regardless of how difficult it might be. what Pylades is saying with Not for me, not if it's you, is that even if Orestes feels like a burden himself, Pylades doesn't see taking care of him as a burden, and even if it is, he will do it anyway. because he loves him no matter what.

not to me if its you because i want to take care of you. because its you. because i care about you. because i want to do it for you.

[wildflowercryptid]

messing around with my dorothy design again for my portfolio ( + a design for the cowardly lion that still needs some polishing. )

[violetscanfly]

Doodled him some time ago

[osamusriceballs]

Kinktober Day 7 <3

Noya x overstimulation

Warnings: NSFW, fem reader

Words: ~ 1,1 k

Kinktober Masterlist II -> Next day

"Just a bit more?"

His voice sounds excited and cheerful while he stuffs another finger inside- three of them now pumping continuously in and out of your pussy. You nod, your whole body tensing as you clench involuntarily around his digits.

The first two orgasms have left your body overly sensitive- yet so pleasurably exhausted. Noya is relentless as he keeps on licking and sucking on your pussy, making sure to lap up every drop off your folds that you spill. "You taste so good," he groans, his lips still attached to your clit, his fingers curling eagerly when he feels you clenching around him.

"Slow down-" you whine, your legs caging his head and trying to stop his movements, a futile attempt though. "I know you can give me one more. Just one more, baby." He doesn't even take breaks to breathe, his need for oxygen basically forgotten as he keeps on eating you out, your whines seemingly only spurring him on. Noya expertly moves his tongue along your slit, slowing down a bit occasionally when he feels you tensing up too much and speeding up when he hears you gasping for air. The sensation turns more pleasurable and intense as he keeps on feasting on you, the tip of his tongue flicking your nub just enough to send wave after wave of pleasure through your body, and you soon find yourself grinding against his face, your legs now trying to prevent him from moving back.

"You like that?" he rasps against you, the movements of his lips vibrating though your body as his fingers pump in and out of you, his middle finger grazing your sensitive spot every now and then. "Hmm, 'm too sensitive- but, yes, keep going, please-" your hands grasp his brown strands desperately, torn between wanting more and feeling so sensitive to every single of his touches. He complies when he hears you begging, his saliva and your arousal coating his chin while he licks you, his groans and moans vibrating deeply against your body. The tip of his tongue flicks your clit, the sensation almost bordering pain after you came so many times already, but it feels so good.

He picks up his pace, his fingers pumping faster inside of you, filling you up so, so good, making your eyes roll back and your head fall back into the pillow. "That's it, baby, let go for me, give me everything-" he barely parts from your body, making sure to keep on giving you more and more of his tongue and his fingers, and you find yourself giving in again, your body arching into his face as you reach your high. The sensitivity makes you feel like your body is overflowing with pleasure, all your mind can focus on is how good he makes you feel. He groans when he feels you clenching around his fingers, eagerly doing his best to extend your orgasm and keeping his ministrations just right to have you screaming his name.

You writhe underneath his tongue, barely able to form coherent words, and when you stop shaking, only then does he slow down his movements, slowly pulling his fingers out of your pulsing cunt and giving your folds one long last lick before he pulls away. His smile never leaves his face as he presses a kiss against your lips, and you slowly realize what his intentions are.

"You said one more- I don't think I can cum again," you protest weakly, your walls still clenching in the aftershocks of the orgasm.

"Shh, let me take care of you, okay?" his lips find yours again, and you find yourself giving in, allowing him to lay your body back to the bed and to cover your body with his. He always knows how to make you feel good, how to draw orgasm after orgasm out of your sensitive body, a skill that he has perfected ever since you both started dating, easily adapting to all of your needs. Your hands roam along his back, feeling the muscles and soft skin under your fingers while you deeply inhale his fresh and ocean-like smell. A gasp leaves your lips when he lines his cock up at your entrance, pushing it in without further warning. You're so sensitive, you whine at the stretch, at the sudden feeling of having his cock inside. His lips quickly find yours and swallow your whimpers while you cling onto his shoulders and wiggle your hips underneath him.

His cock hits just the right spots, your body feeling so overly sensitive that you don't think you can come anymore, yet it still feels so good, feels so good to have him inside of you, to have him fuck you like you need it. He's rock hard, hard ever since he started to eat you out, you're sure that he's sensitive too at this point. "Feels so good, love you so much," he moans, his gaze hazy while he feverishly kisses you, and a shiver runs down your spine while he keeps on kissing you messily, your own taste now on your tongue when he pushes it inside your mouth. You return the kiss just as eagerly, your nails raking along his back, and you whine when you feel how the pleasure slowly builds up. "Gonna cum, baby, want you to cum for me too, just one more time," he groans the words between the messy kisses you share, your body feeling like you're on fire while he slowly fucks you to another orgasm, his cock just hitting all the right spots and making you see stars, and the second he feels you cum, he's following you suit. You barely notice the way he bites into your shoulder, your body almost feeling like you'll pass out from the pleasure.

"Oh, baby-" he whispers against your skin, kissing the bruise on your shoulder softly and making you feel lightheaded. Your walls clench around him, miking everything out of his cock until he collapses on top of you his breath now deep and erratic.

You bring your hand to the back of his head, slowly massaging his scalp and he hums contently as response at the sweet gesture. His cock is slowly softening inside of you, almost slipping out of you, but you're still feeling so full of him with all his cum inside. A few moments pass like this, while you still try to calm down your body after having felt so so much, until his voice suddenly breaks the silence.

"Y/n?"

"Hmm?" you weakly hum, your hand still buried in his hair and massaging his scalp while he turns his head to kiss your neck.

"Another one?" Your jaw drops and you try to wiggle away from him when you feel his cock harden slowly inside of you.

"NO-"

[critterpdf]

happy 1 year to this comic i forgot to post feat. my inq basil <3

[taxi-cab-to-slowtown]

Got on the Barbie and Ken mug-shot wagon with Jason and Roy. (I don't know how I feel about Jason's high collar but I had to cover Barbie's hair somehow).

[wyfy-meltdown]

Should you be alseep?

(Asking cause it seems like bedtime)

Shouldn't YOU be asleep?

[thrumbolt]

It’s not true that Feyre’s trauma only shows up in the spring court or that it disappears in the night court. Just as she only once when surprised freaks out at the red of Lucien’s hair, she only sometimes is triggered in the NC. The first time she and Rhys fly after she leaves the spring court, she panics when she feels caged by his wings and Rhys has to back off. Mor doesn’t wear red for a bit to not trigger her. Then there’s the whole Prison plot where she can’t handle the Prison the first time because of her trauma and even when she eventually goes in, she’s freaking out.

Her trauma gets better with time even though she is still struggling on acowar and obviously it’s not every second or she wouldn’t have spent so much time with Lucien and been fine with his red hair all times except once when surprised

Thanks for the anon! You bring up some good points, but I still have to complain haha.

My issue is that she is not just triggered at Lucien's red hair. She is also triggered by red paint and red rose petals....and then never again. Red carpet at Rhys' just a few pages after she gets 'saved' from the spring court? Whatever. Cassian's red syphons? Nothing. That's bad writing, in my opinion. Either the dang color red reminds her of blood and triggers her, or it doesn't, but how it is almost immediately forgotten - that's just inconsistent (it would be definitely much more meaningful, if it slowly improved). Honestly I don't really remember her having any hangups in Acowar at all. And neither has Rhys. He gets like what, one nightmare and one sex position hangup? I was really disappointed that it just....went over so quickly. Maybe that's why I latch onto Tamlin? At least his issues aren't gone after a book. They even get worse as he doesn't seek help. It's just more compelling to me.

My biggest beef in this regard is that Feyre gets triggered getting locked in, but the first time she gets taken by Rhysand and HE locks her in a room, she's totally fine, despite being actually low key scared of him at that point still and him not taking her home despite her asking him to. It just makes no sense, even with the added wing scene (which I did not remember, so thanks for that). I get that in the Tamlin version she is hysterical (for lack of better term) so it ends in a panic attack, but still.

There's also the part of how she has all these freak outs in the spring court while she is totally able to just literally re-enact her UTM experience in hewn city. Did that not bother you? Yes Rhys calms her and shit, but I couldn't help but eyeroll at that.

In the end I think it's just very manipulative writing to prime you on Rhys good, Tam bad. Spring Court lame, Night Court awesome. When SJM wants something to happen in the plot, it will happen, no matter if it makes sense. Be it the Tamlin-Rhys switcheroo, the UTM sexy scene, the pregnancy plotline, what have you. It's why every new book retcons something from the previous ones.

Personally, I can float with that and accept the silliness of it all quite well. But in consequence it also means I do not take the trauma plot as serious as some and I really do not care whether or not Tamlin is abusive and so on....

[asbestos-11]

i need them to get married already. ughhh so terribly ill over furillette ;;;;

[sollucets]

i'm going to pride today :')

[tinyfantasminha]

👍

[radiocmyk]

I always say "I don't have a favorite genre" because I have songs I like and even artists I like in pretty much every genre but the truth is that some genres have to convince me and some genres are post-punk, prog metal or futurepop and all an artist has to do to get me hooked is be that

[cadaverousdecay]

i’m so overwhelmed by things that shouldn’t be overwhelming...