#on a re-read rn!!!!

[waterlilyvioletfog]

I’m in love with her btw

[aq2003]

christopher eccleston do you know that i would die for you (1 2)

[tzarrz]

i listen to fog lake too much

[fedexgenshin]

I couldn't sleep this morning so I drew the beloved gays, 10/10 way to spend my time

[kindlythevoid]

I have read Fellowship of the Ring more times than I have cared to keep count and every time I read Boromir’s, well, possession for lack of a better word, I have read it in fear, in discomfort, in horror, indifferently.

This was, I think, the first time I read it in pity. I looked at all the plans Boromir was making, how he would save his beloved city, how obstinate he was in his belief that the men of Minas Tirith would not be corrupted when wielding the Ring against Sauron —and I felt sad. He’s waving his hands and hollering and part of him is desperate just for the Ring, of course he is, he’s been traveling beside it with no hope for months, but he’s also desperate for hope. He’s desperate for a chance to save his people, save his brother, save his city.

Moreover, every time he calls out the Elves or the Wizards, you have to remember that he doesn’t know them. All he knows is that he traveled almost a full year to get their advice and they send him on, in his eyes, a hopeless venture. The one hope they give him is Aragorn, who promises to return and help save Minas Tirith with him, but even that all changes once Gandalf dies. They come to Lothlorien and of course it’s a welcome break, but they cannot, or maybe in Boromir’s eyes will not, help his people. And once they leave, Aragorn assumes his role as leader of the Fellowship in Gandalf’s stead more permanently and suddenly even that one, brief, uncertain hope of his is gone. Aragorn will follow Frodo. And it’s almost certain that Frodo will not go to Minas Tirith.

So is it any wonder, really, that tired, desperate, hopeless Boromir, out of his realm, out of his depth, already hanging by a thread when he joins the Fellowship and having been gnawed on by the Ring for months upon months afterwards, finally snaps once it’s clear that he will have to return home empty-handed and almost certain that somewhere far away Sauron is capturing the Ring and killing the companions that he had bonded with? Of course part of the Ring is making him lust for power, but it’s also his only “reliable” (in his mind) source of hope left to save his city.

And so I read Boromir’s (intelligent and thought out, mind you) raving and I don’t feel scared for Frodo, not after reading it so many times and knowing what ultimately happens, but sorrow for Boromir.

[letternotekisses]

You huff - a soft exhale that puffs your chest out like a hen with its feathers ruffled - and Roadhog's head swivels to face you, the blank stitching of his mask staring you straight down in a way that usually had you silenced within seconds. Most of the time you'd back down, eager to have him reward you for your good behaviour when you would submit and roll over onto your back like the good little bitch you were.

But today isn’t one of those days, and Mako reckons you'll be coming on soon, seeing as you were practically fighting with his belt to get at his cock underneath, pawing and palming at his heavy balls through his boxers. He oughta teach you a lesson or two. Or knock you up, considering how badly you wanted to take him raw.

You pull him free from his underwear, and he throbs hotly in your palm, your fingers unable to meet around the sheer size of it. Roadhog grunts, an raspy wheeze leaving his chest that made the rippling layer of fat and muscle on his chest tense sporadically.

"That all f'me?" He rumbles, tugging down your panties to shove a thick finger between your legs. His meaty digit drags through your folds to feel the mess you'd made while his thumb busies with circling your clit, "How sweet."

Your cheeks grow warm when you realise just how wet you were, but you don't dwell on the matter when Roadhog suddenly sinks his ring finger into your cunt and you clench needily around it, the stretch pleasant and filling you better than your own fingers ever could manage. His free hand smooths over your exposed belly, the weathered skin of his palms coming to cup your soft tits. You almost double over, moaning softly, but Mako is always there to catch you, whether you'd been a brat or not.

"Roadie," You whine, and he cocks his head at the usage of his nickname, content with watching you squirm on his fingers while you try to spit out your words. "C'mon and fuck me already."

You squeal when he gives your ass a harsh smack, the flesh there would definitely be sore come tomorrow, but he was already palming the flesh to soothe it and you were already too horny to think when he barked a laugh and rasped down at you.

"You want me t'break that little pussy?" Mako grunts harshly, reminding you painfully of the sheer size difference between you as he scissors you open, your thighs shaking like leaves from his fingers alone. Your slick is coating your thighs and his hand, but he won't fuck you until he thinks you're ready. He gives your ass an appreciative pat, gentler than before as he murmurs into your ear gruffly. "You'll take what I give ya."

Your squirming only invites him to stroke rougher circles over your clit, over and over in a torturous pace until he makes you finish with a gush of fluid that coats his fingers in a slick sheen. Your brain is like soup when he pulls his thick digits free and uses your cum as lubricant to slick up his erection, the tip slapping wetly against his stomach when he pauses to manhandle you into his expansive lap.

Mako's cock twitches against your soft tummy, the weight of it alone intimidating, and you never get used to seeing how deep it appears to go. He could very easily hold you up with his own strength, but he preferred the fun in watching you convince yourself that you could take it all in one go.

Your fingers guide the fat tip through your folds deftly, and Roadhog reaches down to spread your cunt wider, nudging himself against your hole with an eager wheeze. Massive hands then move to grab your hips hungrily, kneading the doughy flesh as you sink downwards.

It's a snug fit. You feel every throb, every twitch of him as he bullies himself inside your wet cunt, and your walls cling to him, sucking him in deeper like they'd missed him. He twitches harshly, dribbling pre-cum inside your warm pussy.

"Oh, God." You breathe, feeling like he'd just buried himself deep inside your stomach, but you were nothing if not a little spitfire that was determined to take his thick fucking cock all the way to the hilt.

Roadie only rasped, laughing at your breathy attempts while he mused over how he was going to fold you in half later, how he was going to sink himself balls deep and breed your cunt until you whine and claw at the meat of his back. Until you grew fat and full with his cum.

He'd dump your birth control too, while he was at it. With his plans for you, he'd doubt you'd need it (or want it) anymore.

[spookygibberish]

Dogstock are typical of what are often deemed the ‘evil’ races in many other fantasy works. They were created by some higher force to be slaves, they are carnivorous by nature, they resemble animals other than human in dentition and build. They growl and bite and walk behind.

The Uhasr (a dogstock culture) are descendants of such slave-infantry that was abandoned when the empire that used them to capture the steppes decided the land wasn’t so profitable after all, and more pressing matters drew their attention elsewhere. Like tools left spent on the ground, the unneeded, excess dogstock were left to survive on their own in Hochkiskuph. The native peoples, of course, did not welcome them any more, or see them any less as oppressors when the hand released the lead. To the Hochkiskuph peoples, the Uhasr are a predatory ghost, an echo that consumes them even in absentia. To the Uhasr, one human is much like another, differing in number and equipment, but never in essence. Uhasr are a species of wild animal with a human face. Humans are prey on two legs. Humans smoke and poison uncovered dens on principle, Uhasr abduct and consume men and women and children all the same.

A common trend I have noticed in media which aims to humanize monsters, is that it often relies on passivity. Humanity is contingent upon kindness. The monster that is A Person only so long as they are a harmless thing at heart, something which can be understood and befriended. Their violence is reluctant, their hearts noble. Grace is a concession to the dominated. Only the toothless beast, declawed and pinioned and caged, is one which has earned its personhood. The ontological enemy supersedes the ontological man.

[perplexingly]

Not sure if I ever mentioned it before but I really like Tolkien’s works 🥺

[thatswhatsushesaid]

reflecting on some of the posts i've seen dropped in the jgy tags over the last week, i've come to the conclusion that some of you just asked chatgpt to summarize the plot or character relationships for you, and decided that was as good as reading the book. why form your own coherent opinions when you can just ask the robot that lives in your phone to do it for you?

[hecksupremechips]

Come back home when you have some sense

You can throw your life away just not at my expense

You’re not the son I raised

[rosekasa]

idk if this is too niche but friends who remind you to take a break from depressing content are friends that are absolutely irreplaceable

[moth-yea]

Ik some people headcanon Fugo's birthday as April 10th, but here's a few reasons I think it should be June 1st.

1) June 1st is typically the 152 day of the year (gregorian calender, not on a leap year), which would make it a constant reminder of his academic success and that he seems himself as hardly anything more than his achievements (picked that up from his parents, I think). Essentially, it would make his birthday a constant stress of his intelligence and make him not like its celebration as much.

2) Pride month. Yk.

[dallasgallant]

Steve and Dally are the two who sleep on the Curtis couch most often. They’re also the two Pony doesn’t entirely understand next to Darry, he has a chance to get to as they’re over so often. Which just leads me to the image of him walking into the living room “I’m ignoring you.” 😭 and they’re just so confused “ok good I’m going to sleep now?”

Do I love playing up the beef? Yeah. At the same time it’s like Steve is mildly annoyed he’s dragged along everywhere and Dally really doesn’t have a problem with him it’s more pony is intimidated as he doesn’t romanticize dally’s bad traits like he does for the rest of the gang. Darry is just 14 year old brain equates yelling/nagging = hates me.

[thegoatsongs]

Dracula with Jonathan and Van Helsing with Seward is like

Old Man sucks Young Man's blood (to renew his own life) vs Young Man sucks Old Man's blood (to save the other's life)

Jonathan feverishly raves about "poison and blood" in the aftermath, and Van Helsing says Seward had sucked "the poison of the gangrene".

There are contrasts in their power dynamics. Dracula is always dominant the one in control of "my good friend Jonathan" at the castle, until his fateful day. Dracula loudly claims him twice "...belongs to me!" "...is mine!".

Contrast with Van Helsing and "my good friend John" in Amsterdam. Seward was also away from home with a man older and with power over him. But there was never abuse of that power imbalance, but from that blood-sucking a bond was created until they met again as equals.

[lenakluthor]

remember when i mentioned i’d taken up bookbinding? well, i finished binding people will say we’re in love by @takethegrasskara and i’m so happy with how it turned out, i wanted to show off a little. i wasn’t sure i’d be able to pull it off, since it’s significantly longer than my first attempt at binding, but honestly? i’m obsessed. and now one of my favorite fics gets to live on my bookshelf forever!

[cypressnmarigolds]

can i get uhhh the softest smut ever with vash. like insanely loving, where they are just having a good time together. i just think vash needs some love <3

You want that in small, medium or large? Large? Perfect that'll be all of your attention please.

Live, Laugh, Love. Spicy 98!Vash x gn!reader

Contains: Vash in a silly goofy mood, it turns into mushy sex. Reader calls Vash their pretty boy. Vash has both a cock and cunt and they're both lovely. 98! Vash being 98!Vash and begging. Laughing and giggling and good times in general.

🚫 Minors, blank and no-age blogs are not welcome on my blog or to interact with my posts. You will be blocked. 🚫

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Laying with Vash on top of you, his head tucked into your neck, was your favorite way to relax together. It was sometime in the middle of the night. Things had been smooth lately and life felt right. With Vash in your arms and you both cuddled on the bed in your sleepwear, it felt perfect.

You'd both spent the evening at the bar together, laughing and talking with each other and some other folks around while enjoying a few drinks. For once you'd both decided to stop while you were ahead, since Vash could get especially rowdy and you'd both wanted some relaxing alone time together tonight.

Vash made a little humming sound and nuzzled further into you. His hair, freshly cleaned and flopped over his forehead, rubbed right under your ear, and you couldn't hold it in. You tensed your neck and started laughing.

In the midst of your giggles, Vash popped his head up to give you a mischievous smile. Uh-oh.

"Vash! No!"

Too late.

With his head tucking back into your neck, Vash inhaled and quickly blew the biggest, loudest raspberry he could right on your throat. Peals of laughter left you, your hands going to his shoulders to shove him off of you. You barely managed to speak through your laughing, "Stop Vash!" His head pokes up again, and he puts on his most innocent smile.

"Why? I thought you liked my mouth on you!" This dork. "Well maybe I wanna use my mouth on you, huh?" You coo at him, putting as much affection as possible into your eyes as you stare him down, hands having moved to cup his face. You don't even give him time to finish processing how fried his brain is before you were pulling him to you and whispering, "Come here, honey."

You feel his face warming under your hands, and you give a little giggle into the kiss. All you can do it make the sweetest little hum in response as you start to pepper him with kisses all over his sweet face, planting a few extras on the little mole beneath his eye. "My pretty boy, you're just the sweetest, you know that? you mumble into his ear before pulling back to watch him come alive under your attention.

As he opens his eyes, a sweet little smile appears on his face and he strikes you with the most lovesick look. You can almost see his pupils turning into hearts. "Please won't you? Won't you use your mouth on me?" It's been clear from the moment you met him, he wasn't above begging, but you just can't get over how he sounds. How it makes heat and butterflies stir in your tummy.

"Of course honey, show me where you want my mouth." You plant a final kiss on his lips before he sits up on his knees over you. He reaches down for the waistband of his grey pajama pants, and you help him shimmy them down enough to expose the swelling tip of his clit, still in it's sheath, and the unfurling petals of his cunt. He shuffles up the bed so his crotch is closer to your face. Spreading his fingers in a 'V' around his clit, he asks "Here? Please?" Nodding, you replace his hand with yours and use you other to stroke at his petals, feeling slickness building between them. "Already getting wet for me hun?" You tease him with a smile.

Giggling, he looks down at you. "Of course I am! You're so good to me Mayfly!" He sighs and tilts forward until he's resting his elbows on the headboard, lazily rocking his hips into your hand as you get his little clit-turned-vine/cock at full attention. "Yeah? Am I good to you Vash?~" You can't suppress a grin at the little whine that follows, his hips giving a little jolt. "Mmm... yes, yes Mayfly. So good."

God he's so sensitive. The petals of his cunt are fluttering and almost gripping over your fingers and hand, like his body's begging you to enter. Naturally, you comply, sliding a single finger in and hooking towards yourself as you replace the hand on his cock with your mouth. The reaction is instantaneous and gorgeous. His abdomen is trembling as his hips twitch and jerk, trying not to thrust right down your throat. Your eyes flutter shut as you begin leaking into your own underwear at his beautiful cry of pleasure.

"Ahhhh~! Good, it's s'good. Thank you, thank you~!" You hum around him as your tongue explores his slippery length and your finger pets and strokes at his insides. The vibrations are just on the side of too much for him as his hips jerk and his cock hits the back of your throat unexpectedly. You have to pull back to cough the irritation out of your throat and catch your breath. He whips his head down to look at you and you hold your hand up before he can apologize.

"All good Vash, just surprised me is all." Eyes locked on his, you press a little kiss to the tip and lick the slit to soothe him and show there's no hard feelings. The face he makes in return shows you it worked. He looks like a dream. Bottom lip bitten between his teeth as he gives you a dopey grin, eyes half lidded and face flushed the prettiest shade of red.

"Can I make it up to you anyway?" You love this little shit. "Watcha got in mind baby?" You don't know how he manages it without breaking your nose or falling off the bed, but he eagerly swings his leg back over you to shimmy his pants the rest of the way off, before reclaiming his spot facing the other direction. Gods, the view of his ass is incredible. He turns wink at you. "I wanna give you my mouth too." How could you say no to that? With a kiss pressed to his ass cheek, you give your assent. "Yes please!"

It's all he needs. He's tugging your underwear off and going to town on you near instantly. His oral fixation could give Wolfwood a run for his money. Not to be outdone, you quickly take his squirming cock back in your mouth as you press two fingers into his pussy. Within minutes you two are a mess. Both of you moaning into and around each other, giggling when it tickles and sighing when it's juuust right.

Your competitive streak urges you to make him cum first. All in quick succession you: pull your fingers from his cunt, pop off his cock with an obscene slurp, begin jerking his cock with your sopping wet hand, and dive tongue first into his pussy. The whorish cry he lets out in response is one you will remember forever. "Ohhhhhh~ fuuuck! Mayfly!" He's still moaning and panting as he puts in mouth back to work on the throbbing between your thighs. Listening to him, it's a close thing, but you manage to make him cum first by only seconds.

At the base of his cock, his knot swells and you you squeeze, milking him for everything he can give you; your lower face is quickly coated in thin, syrupy-sweet slick as his cock twitches and spurts all over your chest and neck. Vash moans long and hard, refusing to take his mouth off you, desperate for you to follow him quickly. You couldn't deny him if you wanted to.

A cry is ripped out of you as your orgasm crashes over with the gentleness of a tsunami. Strong hands hold your hips down as you thrash beneath him. Your brain and body feel like they've been struck by lightning and set ablaze, until the wave recedes, leaving you a mess in it's wake. When you still, he clumsily moves himself until he can flop down beside you.

You can't say how many minutes pass while you both lie there, panting and dazed. At some point your eyes meet, and you both dissolve into giggles and curl into one another, basking in the afterglow and sticky-slick with your combined mess.

A kiss is shared and, both sleepy, you bid each other goodnight with an "I love you."