#nah this is about me lol

[vole-mon-amour]

Horny confessions are 8 months behind, so I'll expose myself.

I want Halsin on his back in bed, his arms restrained above his head, and me in between his legs, slowly exploring his cock with my mouth and tongue and even fingers while listening to his huffs and moans.

Halsin trying to make me go faster, take his cock (deeper?) in my mouth, but it's not like he can do much with his arms restrained (and he sees what I'm doing, so he doesn't try break free), so I get to truly explore his cock and balls and go at my own pace.

And oh, fingering him, slowly milking him from stimulating both his prostate and cock would be such a nice thing to do, too.

I get to explore and tease Halsin before he's a sweaty, whimpering, needy mess before I actually let him come, giving him all the kisses in the world while his cum is all over my hand and his tummy, and it's a very, very needed relief for him.

Halsin could fuck all night, fucking you into an oblivion, and still walk away full of energy and I want to explore that so badly.

[nenoname]

stan spending their childhood trying to make ford's polydactyly something positive in ford's life and genuinely believing its super cool....

[fisheito]

I started reading beastars so now HE's reading beastars .wait

THEY'RE reading beastars

[sunnixsunshine]

19 yr old Sanji* somehow meeting 40 yr old Zoro and finding out they have 5 kids together and have been married for like 15 years by that point—please it would be hilarious, 19!Sanji would faint and probably never wake up, the poor guy (not)

*specifically pre-skypiea because in my delusion they start their little affair at the end of that arc and officially get together after Wano 🤗❤️

[herefortheships]

More thoughts about that psychic connection.

I know I've talked about the "psychic connection" between Lydia and Betelgeuse before, but since I'm a sucker for such soulmate links between characters, I thought I'd write a little more.

It's all speculative, and that might have been just a fun line for Betelgeuse to say there, adding to how hopelessly in love the poor guy is with Lydia. But what if they do share a connection?

In this post I want to speculate a little about how this connection formed between them, and when, and what it may mean.

If there is such a connection between them, I think it formed after their wedding in the first movie. Hear me out, the ceremony was basically complete; they just needed to be pronounced husband and wife, when Barbara showed up with the sand worm. So I believe there was a soul link between them that was being formed that night, which remains, although half-formed, until this day.

This ritual would have made it possible for Betelgeuse to have free access to the world of the living, so whatever metaphysical mumbo jumbo was going on there, it was powerful enough to bridge the world of the living and the world of the dead for Betelgeuse to cross from the latter to the former in full power (assuming he'd keep his ghostly powers upon gaining access to the world of the living; he might just become a regular guy, who knows. Still, restoring his body so he can walk as a living man again must require a lot of power).

When the ritual was only a step away from being finalized, it just left that link between Betelgeuse and Lydia which he eventually realized he could use to watch her from afar and try to reconnect with her. Call it a residual of sorts that was left when they were almost married the first time.

It may have only been possible for that link to remain or even form in the first place due to Lydia's own ability to see and communicate with ghosts, though.

As a matter of fact, as I mentioned before (because we all know how I'm a sucker for all the soulmate stuff lol), it may even be Lydia keeping that link between them alive, or even making it possible for it to exist. I have this headcanon that subconsciously she keeps calling him and allowing his presence around her all the time. She may sense a bond with him that she's currently unable to consciously notice. Betelgeuse feels the same bond and openly embraces it; he's an ancient, powerful soul, so he can see how the two of them are just meant to be together. But yes, I already totally talked about this in the other post.

More headcanon stuff: At the end of the sequel, when Betelgeuse shows up in Lydia's bed (and possibly in her nightmare, too, unless they were sharing the same dream), that it might've been Lydia's subconscious calling him right back to her after she banished him. There's a part of her that never wanted him gone. We can see how her face looks conflicted right after she sent Betelgeuse away. We can also see how her face went from scared and disgusted, to confused and surprised while they danced during the wedding scene. Lydia's heart was no doubt swayed, but she's struggling to come to terms with it. (You can clearly see how she's thinking "what the heck it was for real? This guy really loves me??" I totally didn't notice that the first time I watched that scene).

Anyway I'll leave this one up to here, lest I start repeating my points from the previous post (which I'm already doing, oops lol).

My Tl;dr for this post: Their psychic connection might have formed right after the first wedding, due to it being almost finalized. A link was formed and remained between their souls. Lydia might be keeping that link alive and calling Betelgeuse right back to her, subconsciously.

[nocofamilyau]

total drama moment (4/8)

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

Avatar Heart to Heart: Kyoshi & Kuruk

Kyoshi: .... Kuruk: .... Kyoshi: .....I really hated you, you know? Kuruk: That "d" is doing sooooo much work right now. Kyoshi: That it is. Kuruk: So, is it really past tense? Kyoshi: Yeah, I can't really blame you for your choices. I can't say.... what I would've done in your shoes. It was a real shit situation. Kuruk: Thanks... And, I'm sorry for... all the consequences you got saddled with. It was a shit situation as well. Kyoshi: Thanks.... Kuruk: I... I really wanted to do right by you Kyoshi. It was my only request. Kyoshi: ....I know.... now.... But yeah, I know. Kuruk: You shouldn't have gone through any of that. Kyoshi: It's fine. It's life. Shit happens..... but... ditto to you too. Kuruk: .... Kyoshi: .... Kuruk: So... Sei'naka girls, amirite? Kyoshi: *sigh* What is happening right now? Aren't you married? Kuruk: I'm... trying to relate with you. Kyoshi: So thinking about your ex is relating to me? Kuruk: You don't think about Yun? Kyoshi: One, we never dated. Two, I will gut you if you go down this path. Kuruk: Noted. So.... similarities, besides taste in women. Kyoshi: Oh Raava, kill me now. Kuruk: Your bending, how was it? Kyoshi: Awful, thanks for asking. Next. Kuruk: I was a prodigy when it came to bending. Kyoshi: That's just so great for you, I was afraid of crushing bystanders because I was too powerful. Kuruk: Too powerful? Haha, probs got that from me. Kyoshi: Yeah, thanks. Kuruk: But you also picked up on all your bending super fast, even without sifus for the majority of your first year and a half as Avatar. You improved so much! I think you have a little prodigy in you too. Probs thanks to me! Kyoshi: You know....I never really thought about it like that. Kuruk: Haha.... yeah... Kyoshi: .... Kuruk: .... Kyoshi: This is so fucking awkward. Kuruk: I love my wife. Kyoshi: What???? Kuruk: I love my wife so....damn much Kyoshi. I don't care who got in my way, I'd burn the place to the ground. I'd kill every spirit that got in my way, even if it accelerated my death. I just....I love my wife so much. Kyoshi: ........I get it. Kuruk: You do? Hah....you once hated me for killing spirits outright. Thought it was blasphemous. I suppose it was. It went against my duties. Kyoshi: Yeah but.... I can't judge. I'd also damn my duties if it was to keep Rangi alive. Kuruk: You would? Kyoshi: Yeah.... and her mother, because she was that important to Rangi. I....may not have voice it completely out loud, but I'd damn the world if it meant I could keep Rangi safe. She may hate me for it but....I couldn't bear losing her like that. As long as she's breathing, she could hate me to either of our dying breaths but it'd be something I'm willing to trade. Kuruk: ....man... we really are alike. Kyoshi: Yeah..... Kuruk: We idolize Yangchen too much... Kyoshi: We're both stubborn as rocks.... Kuruk: Haha no control over our emotions! Kyoshi: And we love botching things up because of our personal feelings.... Kuruk: Haha.....yeah..... Kyoshi: .... Kuruk: .... Kyoshi: Fucking Nyahitha. Kuruk: Fucking Nyahitha!

[happyk44]

Nico grabbing an enemy by the wrist before they can strike down on him and it would be easy to steal the life from the pulse beneath his fingertips, turn the air in their lungs into his own, but there's a myriad of fighters around him and one life isn't going to power him enough to blast away them all when he's already so tired as it is. He wishes he was bigger, stronger.

He squeezes his hand tight around the wrist he holds back. It shatters. Their sword clatters to the ground. It's not a human noise they make - well, it is, they're human.

Until they aren't. Until boney spikes rip through their clothes, emerging sharp and dangerous from their spine. He squeezes harder. The skin around their skull ripples, like bugs crawling underneath. Then bursts blood and spit and flesh as their jaw unhooks. Teeth pitter-patter onto the ground as larger, sharper, whiter fangs emerge violently in their place.

Their face splits just above the nose as another jaw grows around their eyes, as their esophagus snaps and elongates upwards, as blood and flesh and viscera pour like an unholy flood, arms tearing, legs cracking, flesh hanging off bloody bone, nothing but a monster left behind.

Nothing but a nightmare.

It croons at him. The soul beneath is twisted, ugly, beautiful, spread thin across their new body, new bones, like the veins of their now still and battered heart. It pulses like the lungs torn by their feet once did.

The world has silenced itself in the emergence of Nico's new pet. He squeezes the new wrist, the bone firm and clean beneath his touch.

"Defend me," he whispers.

It croons again, shuffling back on four feet. The world quakes as it turns. The world shivers as it regards them, predator to prey, standing larger than them all, and far more dangerous as they ever recalled it to once be.

And the world screams when it lunges.

[minlicious]

my state right now is liquid because i’m still a puddle of tears on the floor

[turtleblogatlast]

Do you ship any of the turtles with anyone? or do you ship anything in rise at all?

(This ended up being a lot longer an answer than I intended hoo boy sorry about that)

Hmmm, I’m not too big a shipper tbh! Especially since I really enjoy canon interactions backing my ships, so it’s hard for me to actively like any that don’t really have that going for them. There’s plenty that I see around that I think are cute, but that’s usually the extent of my thought process for them.

For ships I more actively have, I guess I like AprilxSunita! They’re very very cute and I think they have some huge meet cute energy in their first episode together, and their chemistry is genuinely adorable (plus them being featured means more April screentime which is ALWAYS a good thing.)

I also think AprilxCasey (and when I say Casey I mean our OG girl) is really good, as I’m a sucker for enemies to lovers, and I think they have a lot in common and just bounce off each other very well (not to mention this ship in other iterations of TMNT has a loooooot going for it.)

Keeping the chain going, I think RaphxCasey (again, OG Casey) is also one with a tonnnnn of potential. They have a lot of common characteristics, and considering Raph’s whole thing with Franken-Foot, I really think there’s a lot of room there for a relationship to develop. Plus, like AprilxCasey, Raph and Casey tend to have a close relationship throughout the iterations of TMNT and it would be great to see that more with these two, even if not romantically.

Actually going back to enemies to lovers, I unironically think there’s a ton going for DonniexKendra. I know a lot of people hate this ship, but I don’t and I actually think it could very easily work whether in a love-hate way or a slow burn way. There’s a lot to like here and honestly they’re good together! Kendra is legit Donnie’s type too haha (cute, but mean.)

Lastly, SplinterxDraxum is good…when done right. I really like when people take it and don’t undermine the very real trauma that Splinter has gone through. As I’ve stated a lot, I love me some enemies to lovers, so I can see the potential here. Plus lbr Draxum was down BAD for Lou Jitsu when he first saw him haha.

I think that’s the extent to what I actively like? Everything else usually falls into “aw cute” or “ehhh not for me thanks”. And before you ask YES leosagi is cute and I’ll read fics with it if the premise is appealing, but I’m afraid I need some canon interactions to establish base character dynamics before I actively ship it alas.😔 Super cute though, no hate to it or any of the other CanonxCharacter-they’ve-never-met ships, I genuinely think people should just have fun! And for what it’s worth I really do wish we got a Usagi and Leo interaction in Rise like we have in other iterations.:(

So yeah. Overall, I have a few ships I enjoy, but I fall much more in the “prefer to keep everyone to themselves and make the focus family and friendship” category.

[kennethbrangh]

Nathaniel Parker as Gabriel Oak in Far from the Madding Crowd (1998)

[contagious-watermelon]

it's kind of like insanely isolating that literally every aspec or "ace & aro" space I've found has been in actuality, solely for aces. perhaps arospec aces or aroaces who entirely prioritize their asexuality could also find company there, but even as an aromantic person who is also asexual, they're really not intended for me. so I can only imagine how isolating it must be if you're aromantic and allosexual

[bluewolfangel01]

-Angy Mc- (visual ver.)

I... honestly idk what to say about this other than this being @snoogeewoogee 's fault

Thanks for the idea <3

Edit: ai disturbance overlay added

[faunandfloraas]

the colour theory thing drives me crazy because to me it should just be a fun lil thing- like oh you're a cool winter, so you'll probably suit x y z well! but most colour match videos i see are so like YUCK- You cannot wear *insert huge swath of colours and tones here* and I'm just like.... Shut up. Shut ya mouth.

[candyunicornsateme]

Consider Kenny being the one to gently push away and distance himself because he feels like it would be for the better, because his circumstances and family are so jacked up they would be happier and safer without him. Because I consider it a lot.

[cinnonym]

Felt inspired by this. Decided to write a mini fic. Fell into a rabbit hole and wrote a slightly longer piece that's also barely related to the inspiration anymore. Once again, whoops? Anyway, here goes:

"Miss Swan?"

Regina's voice cut through Emma's quiet misery like a single ray of sunlight through an overcast day. Warmly. Unexpectedly, therefore. Emma wasn't exactly on speaking terms with the mayor, not since the whole becoming-Sheriff-in-spite-of-her-meddling fiasco. She'd done her best to avoid Regina in the days (weeks) that followed, but apparently the winter solstice was more of a celebration-worthy event in the rural corners of Maine than one would think. Or maybe Storybrooke was again, as it was in so many ways, the exception.

"Madam Mayor," Emma said, reluctantly looking up from her glogg to squint at Regina. Leave it to the woman her own son called the "Evil Queen" to look sharp and professional even at a party where the alcohol was handed out with a ladle. In a dark green pantsuit and plainly hazardous golden heels, Regina looked like the kind of person who went to an office Christmas get-together just to sniff out who spoke badly about the company, then ratted them out to the boss. Except that she was the boss. Dangerous combination, that.

Emma surreptitiously slid her glogg mug into her jacket pocket. It was empty anyway. Again.

"Can I help you?" she asked smoothly, bracing herself for the accusation that was sure to come. It seemed all Regina did with Emma was accuse her of things. Stealing her son, first and foremost. Being an irresponsible asshat, who didn't know the first thing about being a mother, also. Among others. Some charges were wrong, some were right, but it didn't matter, because Regina launched all of them with the same vigour, the same glint in her eyes that made Emma's hair bristle and her stomach lurch with excitement at the same time. An exhilerating mix. Not that she enjoyed being the mayor's favourite punching bag. She just didn't not enjoy it either...

"Indeed I think you can," Regina said now, voice tipped low to avoid being overheard. Emma had picked a rather quiet spot of town hall to nurse her glogg in, but the room still contained too many bodies to allow even the illusion of privacy. Which could be the reason why Regina's next sentence was: "Walk with me."

"Uhm," Emma said, "I guess?"

Articulate as always, but at least this time she could blame the alcohol. Not that she'd had any real quantities, but then again, considering how sweet the glogg tasted, it sure packed a punch. And Emma had drunk enough that she wasn't ungrateful when Regina offered her an arm - how tipsy did that make her to even be able to stand being this close to Emma - to lead her across the room and towards the stairway up to the offices. The crowd parted around them, a couple dozen eyes following their ascent, and more than a few people gave Emma a sympathetic nod, but apart from that, most townspeople were too busy enjoying themselves to pay them much attention. Soon, the hum of the party faded, and the only sounds came from Regina's heels on the newly renovated stairs.

Emma cleared her throat. "So, what exactly do you need help with?"

"Upholding tradition," Regina replied, her tone still oddly warm, her hand still on Emma's arm, gripping it assertively but not forcefully. They had reached the mayor's office, and Regina unlocked it and pushed Emma inside without letting go of her once. In the neutral lighting of the room, Emma could see that her cheeks were flushed. It made her look absurdly pretty, somehow. Not that Emma was paying attention.

"It's tradition to abduct the sheriff from a mediocre Christmas party?"

"Winter solstice," Regina corrected, and not even then did her voice sharpen. The thought crossed Emma that she had to be a nice drunk, which was surprising considering she was so un-nice otherwise. Most people got ruder under the influence, but then, maybe Regina's default was already maximum rudeness, so the only way to go from there was up. Or maybe, Emma thought with something that felt alarmingly like fondness, maybe the mean exterior was all an act, and the alcohol made a truer, more caring core come to light.

Of course, it was utterly unproductive to wonder about the mayor like this. Besides, it wasn't like Regina would always be drunk from now on, so it wouldn't do for Emma to get used to this version of her. Better to keep her guard up. Better to stay -

Regina pushed Emma. Full on pushed, two hands to her shoulders, shoving her backwards, causing Emma to stumble against the desk, lose her footing and sit. Her torso, still carrying momentum, tilted backwards, she flailed, her gaze flew up and landed on a small green bundle of twigs, hung smack middle above the desk and thus Emma.

- safe.

"Mistletoe!" Emma exclaimed before she could help it, before she could even remember to curse at Regina for pushing her like this. "Quick, quick, we gotta - "

Only then did it register. The shove. The invitation into Regina's office. The fact that it had been locked, and yet someone had to have hung the mistletoe, someone had to have prepared the room -

Emma's eyes met Regina's. The mayor stood close to her now, practically towering over Emma in her heels and fuck-me outfit, and Emma half-expected to see a smirk on her face, a victorious smile at luring Emma into her trap. She half-dreaded that it had all been an act: the voice, holding her close, the glimpse at something softer underneath. She half-knew she was fucked, so fucked.

Instead, Regina's eyes were averted. Her gaze flitted to Emma only once, something almost like shame churning below a certain bashfulness. Her cheeks had reddened further. She all but chewed on her lip (but of course Regina would never).

Emma could scarcely believe it, but for once in her life, Regina looked uncertain.

It was enough to stop Emma in her tracks. She knew she wanted Regina to kiss her. And now she realised that Regina wanted to kiss her too. Wanted it, in fact, enough, to stage a whole show around it. Wanted it enough that it terrified her.

Slowly, with a distinct sense of unrealness, Emma reached out her hand. Her fingers hovered over Regina's cheek, not quite daring to touch, but offering to. An opening, that was all. Time lengthened.

Then Regina exhaled a small puff of air and leaned into Emma's hand. Her eyes fluttered closed but Emma couldn't stop watching: how the curve of Regina's face slotted into Emma's palm, how her chest rose with her next breath, how she stepped close and reached for Emma on instinct alone. Her hand found Emma's neck with unexpected gentleness, fingers slipping over the skin under Emma's ear and up into her hair, where they gripped tighter, drawing Emma close, into her. Their noses touched and still Emma watched, as Regina tilted her head, her hair tickling Emma's arm. As she brushed her lips against Emma's, carefully, questingly at first, then, when Emma didn't pull away, more firmly.

One of them, Emma couldn't tell who, sighed, and Emma's eyes finally closed. Regina's lips tasted of glogg and something harsher, spicier, that Emma couldn't place. She smelled like it too, sharp and soft at the same time, and the sensation washed over Emma as they kissed, and kissed. Her hand fell from Regina's cheek to the nape of her neck, while her other one came up to rest against Regina's hip, her fingers feeling out the shape of her bones through the cloth of her pants almost reverently.

They stood like this for who knows how long, swaying softly with the kiss, but barely moving apart from that. Then, somewhat abruptly, Regina took a step back. Their lips separated. They were both breathing heavily.

"Wow," Emma said, when Regina made no move to talk.

Regina nodded, her eyes dark and warm, like chocolate.

Another break ensued.

"So, that's the tradition?" Emma asked, somewhat awkward now that the kiss was over. "Canoodling with the sheriff at the solstice celebrations?"

Regina gave her a look, but it was a mitigated version of not even her worst glare.

"Actually, Graham and I would - "

"Thanks, but on second thought, no details for me," Emma interrupted quickly. She felt decidedly too good about what had just transpired to waste any time thinking about the nature of Regina and Graham's relationship. Way to make Emma feel less special. Though she had half a notion that Regina hadn't watched Graham like she was watching Emma now, a certain shine to her eyes like she couldn't quite believe what had happened. How good it had been.

Or maybe that was just Emma projecting.

"Well, anyway," she said, hopping down from the desk at last. "Now that I know where to find this - " she pointed at the mistletoe above her " - I wouldn't mind being called into your office a few more times before Christmas. Just putting that out there." She shrugged. She felt fucking fantastic and it seemed suddenly way more likely that she would enjoy the party downstairs. Leave it to Regina Mills to achieve what several glasses of glogg had not.

She turned one more time before leaving the office. Regina still stood in the same place, looking up at the twig above her with a poorly concealed smile. Maybe she was drunk. Maybe she wasn't. She'd let Emma in though. And that was a first.