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[v2-ultrakill-cjrp]

*the pet earthmover was seen trying to enter a hatch but was having trouble so it just simply blasted it with its lance weapon causing a loud explosion*

oh jeez-

you alright over there buddy?

[likcthestar]

“People start things with a passion, but eventually they lose that initial drive and slow down.”

It’s not a pleasant thought to have, that one day her joy will simply fall away from her like flaking clay off of skin. She feels a stirring of something— not quite anger, but a defensiveness. A need to clutch that joy tight to her chest.

“No,” She says, firmly. “I won’t do that. I’m going to help people. I’m going to keep helping people.”

[pierog]

[sergle]

ALSO IMPORTANT TO NOTE, people dropping mad mad sums of money on gfms and charities and stuff are extremely impressive but that DOES NOT MEAN that putting like $5 towards someone's fund or any good cause is any less valuable, a lot of crowdfunding is about momentum and those single digits add up super fast, you do not need to be Rolling In The Dough to make someone's day!! moving the dial at all is extremely positive!!

[wombywoo]

can we assume you've abandoned ghostsoap in favour of your ocs?

people need to be more normal about the fact that artists can have multiple interests 🙄

[q1ngqve]

thinking about being trapped between two 190 cm muscular men (づ_ど) you'd have nowhere to run, every nerve in your body humming, breath hitching as their attention burns into you!!!

sylus presses against your back, his warmth and the unmistakable pressure of his bulge sending heat pooling in your stomach. the motion pushes you into caleb, his chest solid against yours, his hands steadying you with a grip that feels possessive.

"isn't he your brother, sweetie?" sylus taunts caleb, his lips brushing against your ear. the question draws a low, almost inaudible guttural growl from caleb, a sound that rumbles through you and makes your spine tingle. you don't need to turn around to know there's a smirk on sylus's face.

caleb answers angrily, "not anymore," as his hands slide up to trace your collarbone, his fingers brushing the sensitive skin at the base of your neck and pulling a soft gasp from you.

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

God is anything funnier than people who try to send anonymous hate. It's like getting savaged by a small child that promptly shits itself and cries. Like oh, did you not like some of my words? Did you feel Bad after you read them? Did you want to throw a little tantrum but didn't quite feel brave enough to do it with your URL attached in case you experienced some Consequences?

Did you think I would do anything other than block and forget about you entirely?

Do you think maybe you should have saved your effort and told your therapist about it instead?

I cannot fathom what these people think they're achieving. Bestie, look at me. Listen carefully. All you will achieve is a moment's contempt, and then a block. Nothing more. Consider taking up knitting.

[rocketbirdie]

deranged picnic

[stychu-stych]

"I'm sorry for my bad English"

Don't be❗️Learning languages is hard, you had to put an effort, your time and probably a lot of money to be able to communicate with people who don't speak your language. If someone makes fun of your grammar or accent not in the friendly way, they're assholes

Like my polish friend said who write in english for a living - "If they don't pay me for speaking in English, I can make as many grammar mistakes as I fucking want". And I go with that ideology

[joshpeck]

what do you mean used to i'm still alive binch!!!

[nirikeehan]

So idk about you but ever since the Veilguard disaster some of the stories in Tevinter Nights have been hitting different. Like "Callback" by Lukas Kristjanson, where Sutherland and his mates go back to an abandoned Skyhold and fight A DEMON OF REGRET

Just like. ME TOO BUDDY. I'M FIGHTING IT RIGHT NOW

And then the story ends on THIS verse:

By order of the Most Holy, Her Divine Victoria, you who have served are to be commended. And though the Herald guides you no more, and legion and name are retired, know that you served good and true. Change comes, both to and because of the Inquisition. And we are blessed with the ability to accept and move on, to leave dread and regret behind. Know that Skyhold remains, its fires bright. Forevermore it is where you are from, not where you are bound. Attempt no travel there. Let the past guide you to a new direction. And be well.

If that's not an official send off to the series, I don't know what is.

[v2-ultrakill-cjrp]

Oh fuck you’re still alive

-@v1-ultrakill-cjrp

YOU

IMGONNAKICKYOURFUCKINGASSIMGOINGTOKILLYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOU

*if it had a mouth,it would be frothing from it.*

[likcthestar]

❛ Are you calling me dangerous? ❜

“You’re a notorious thief, aren’t you?” Cress jokes, a rare show of her teasing humor. She looks up from her work with a grin. She has never felt all that frightened of him, despite reasoning for the contrary. He is charming, and sweeter than he’d like to let on, and has never made her feel… taken advantage of.

[drenched-in-sunlight]

Marika in your art style has me acting unbecoming of my station

thank you queen.

[daily-spooky]

Thank you for making this blog

My pleasure

[galatially]

Good moaning. 😇

you ever just...

“Fuck.”

You smirked down at him as you rolled your hips again. “My, my, you have such a dirty mouth, Major.” You leaned down, your lips brushed up against his. “Someone should teach you some manners.”

He smirked. “And are you offering?”

You pressed your lips to his, moaning in to his mouth, as he bucked his hips up into you. His big hands gripped your hips and bounced you up and down his cock. You threw your head back in wanton pleasure, his name falling from your lips. 

“Reacher…”

“I don’t know, I kind of liked Major earlier,” he teased. He moved one hand to work your slippery clit. “Such a needy little thing, you are.” 

The rough pads of his fingers against your sensitive bud sent a wave of pleasure up your spine. Your movements were getting sloppier and you could feel your lungs start to burn. “‘M close.”

“I know. You’re gripping me real tight.” 

You rode him harder, letting out a breathless chuckle. “Then you better make it count, Major.”

Reacher took hold of your hips and bounced you up and down his cock like you were nothing but a flesh light. He grunted out your name, praises of you being his good girl sending shocks of pleasure to your system. You arched your back, taking him deeper, and a choked moan fell from your mouth. 

“C’mon, honey, cum for me.” He rubbed at your clit again. “Cum.”

You fell apart on a broken sob, your body spasming. He crushed you to his chest as he spilled into you, a rough growl echoing off of his tongue. 

You blew a few errant curls from your face and smiled down at him. “You’re still pretty nimble for an old man, Major.”

He chuckled and kissed your collarbone. “Yeah, well, I have to keep up with a certain insatiable someone.” His blue eyes bore into yours, making you squirm some. 

“What?”

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He cupped your cheek. “So beautiful.”

You rested your forehead against his. “Am I beautiful enough for you to make me dinner?”

He pressed a kiss to your lips. “I’ll make you as many dinners as you’ll have me for.”