#pls it's okay it's pERFECT

[bifairywife]

inside out 2 if it was filmed in my head:

[nat1nonsense]

“First Day of My Life” - Bright Eyes (2005) // Critical Role - Bell’s Hells, episode 111 “The Nein Hells” (2024)

[jdart1923]

hoough. have NOT filled a page like this before it was rlly fun tho

[stiffyck]

Wishing for Gem to be in the next life series just so I can get a Scar and Gem besties duo

[xofemeraldstars]

Actually tim said hey I don't have a script yet but we need someone to kiss oliver stark, are you up for it? and lou said oh hell yeah. And I respect that

love that!! 😌😌

[luck-of-the-drawings]

!!! FLASHING LIGHTS WARNING!!! [IM NOT FUCKIN AROUND!!]

REACHED THE CUSP OF 'THIS MAY NEVER BE ABSOLUTELY FINISHED N IF I DONT SHOW IT NOW, IT WILL NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY.' SO HERE, A PROJECT IVE BEEN ORBITING AROUND UHH SINCE 2021 OR SO.

[timetodiverge]

Carrie-Anne Moss as Master Indara | The Acolyte

[All my The Acolyte posts are tagged #TheAcolyteSpoilers for 48hrs]

[mieczyhale]

"The descendants of those forced to leave their homeland have just as strong a claim to it as those who managed to remain."

- @new-california-veteran on this post

[dancingaura925]

I have a fraction of a braincell, and it decided to hyperfixate on Ming Fan, which, fair enough. Hear me out:

Gongyi Xiao/Ming Fan

Now, this is a semipopular pairing for Ming Fan. Certainly not the MOST popular (considering Gongyi Xiao/Zhuzhi-Lang which I ADORE), but I feel like they would be good foils for each other.

After the whole bingqiu saving the world via papapa, it's now a period of purely reconstruction. Human and demon relations are turning out different, Huan Hua Palace is an absolute mess, and Gongyi Xiao doesn't entirely know where he fits in all of this. While it's undeniable of the Old Palace Master's crimes, he was still the authority figure, the one who GYX used to look up to. He used to be his father figure, his mentor, and the one who believed in him.

Until he didn't.

And although GYX is busy helping the Little Palace Mistress run Huan Hua, he's getting burnt out. He's questioning himself and his own judgement. It doesn't help that the two of them don't feel any attraction to each other and break off the relationship because goddamn, they're both shattered one way or another.

Huan Hua Palace needs a renewal. Not another dubious relationship.

Cang Qiong's got a different problem. Yes, two of their peak lords are dating demons. Yes, the QJP one is gone like half of the time. SOMEONE's gotta fill in that role. And that someone's Ming Fan. At the rate he's going, he's like 90% there. He just needs to wait for the next generation to ascend before having the full responsibilities and powers of a peak lord. So naturally, as a future peak lord and basically peak lord of the second highest peak, he's often sent for diplomacy, especially Huan Hua.

Insert meet cute. Or meet ugly. The problem is that they both see the other as a better version of themselves.

Ming Fan envies Gongyi Xiao because of his cultivation, his strength as not only a martial artist, but a leader determined to sift through the muck to truly make Huan Hua as golden as its treasury.

Gongyi Xiao looks up to Ming Fan, not only because the man's older and from Cang Qiong, the dude's basically a peak lord. He looks so put together, so reassured, so beautifully dangerous. Gongyi Xiao feels like a rock sinking in mud.

Regardless, the two of them meet, and maybe it's through joint missions, maybe it's through the endless diplomacy, maybe one of them is sent over to the other sect for an exchange for the time being, but whatever the case is, that picture perfect view of the other?

It's getting shattered. The window is getting shattered, and maybe, just maybe, the two of them like it that way.

Gongyi Xiao is not perfect. He is hard working, kind, tired, and so so real.

Ming Fan is not otherworldly. He is flawed, humorous, dedicated, and so so human.

The two of them fit in a way that they never knew before. And although they certainly aren't complete, they aren't alone.

The world may be a mess, but here in your arms, I feel loved.

[iamumbra195]

You know what I just realized? Jason Todd is the Dabi/Todoroki Touya of the Batman fandom

[jayzioxx]

Me when im not dating my forever love, the purple haired 160cm tsundere japanese reformed emo puppet of my dreams

[frnkiebby]

these absolute babes~🎃

[hooned]

i can’t believe i took these photos oh my god i luckily had a great view of the entire concert and wow, again, had thee absolute time of my life. ❤️‍🩹 enhypen, you will always be loved by me.

[ro-xxo]

Punishment Reflection Task, 1/14/25

Ultraviolet.

Sitting at the plush comfort of my bed, his voice perfectly filling my thoughts, it was time to give in completely.

I knew what i’d done to earn this fate, of course. As much as i didn’t wish to admit it, we both knew i had disobeyed. Slipping past and refusing to give up information that I knew i should’ve said was something deplorable in my God’s eyes.

So now, it didn’t matter what I wanted. My pathetic pleas sweetly dismissed underneath those bright white lights with my palm up to my cheek. I was to strike myself. Both on my face, on my thighs, and ruin my orgasms (which I still have left to do). Once all was completed (or most was completed), I’d document it all in a post to share with those that came across it. One at a time, of course, so he could watch as the masochistic intoxication swallowed me completely.

“Whenever you’re ready, puppy.”

So then it began.

Fuck it hurt. Of course it did, that was the point. I wasn’t supposed to enjoy my punishment, but i’d be acting against myself if I ignored the heat seeping slowly through my core. His honey words pouring into my head like rain showers, his approval sending shudders down my back after each slap. My face, warm sharp static to the touch, tears threatening to fall over my lashes, but i didn’t mind. He was showing me mercy, after all. He was guiding me back to the path I was supposed to be on. The path of what was right. With each crack down of my palm, so wonderfully reinforced. Obedience, submission, his divine will, love, and ease.

Even with my cheeks humming and flushed, I knew i wasn’t finished just yet. My efforts were followed quickly by a hard plastic hairbrush spreading shocks against my thighs. The thoughts in my head drowned out by his commands, his praise. Blending with my whines like music.

“I’d like you to count, my love. You may begin.”

Strike.

“One.”

“Very good, again.”

Strike.

“Two.”

“Again.”

Strike.

“Three.”

“Such a good girl, again.”

Strike.

“Four.”

“Good slut. Again.”

Strike.

“Five..”

“Halfway there sweetheart, again.”

Strike.

“Six.”

No hesitation.

“Again.”

Strike.

“Seven.”

The torture felt so fucking good.

“Only two more. You can do two more for me, can’t you?”

“Yes deity, I can.”

My voice barely audible, dripping with subservience.

“There you go, my pretty little masochist. That’s right. Again.”

Strike.

“Eight.”

“Last one. Make it hurt, mutt.”

All I wanted was to be good. I had to be good. Everything else completely pushed out. The last hit spreading out and aching against my upper legs like wildfire.

Strike.

“Nine..”

My hands shaking, chest shallow and quick, eyes filled with stars, he pulled me into his arms and laced his fingers through my hair so sweetly. Cooing gently, admiring how pretty and broken I was just for him.

Dizzy, slow, and perfectly taught what happens when i misbehave. I allowed my breath to calm, and my body to settle down into his chest. The layers of aftershocks, stinging pain, and heat, being blanketed by a damp washcloth. His fingertips against my back, soothing circles in the divots of my shoulders, his touch like peace and quiet.

“Shhh, it’s all over my sweet girl. You have done so well, i’m so incredibly proud of you.”

Underneath his assurance, his lesson and presence, I recognized everything I had learned. Hearing my truths laced between every other thought, whispering like wind.

Repetition makes perfect, to suffer is to worship, pleasing him brings me pleasure.

Repetition makes perfect, to suffer is to worship, pleasing him brings me pleasure.

Repetition makes perfect, to suffer is to worship, pleasing him brings me pleasure.

This was all I needed.

Now, I was complete.

@ringofkees 💟

[rainofpainaaaaa]

Guys

Guys M!Milo stopped responding as soon as I tried sliding into his inbox did I explode him into a million pieces by accident?

[a-dash-in-the-middle]

not to reblog that one jo post but i am special hihi