#sensable

[regurgitater]

Not enough things come in orange

[musketeermaiden]

Me when the Aramis/Porthos dynamic

[ratatatastic]

you have such a way with words ek

[the--quotifyer--innit]

so i had a super weird dream last night

me: [in a pitch black room] hello?

dude in suit: hello friend

dude in suit: its been a while.

me:

dude: but sometimes a while is too long.

me: huh??

dude: you should probably wake up now--before you forget how to

me: oh...okay

me: *bursts into flames*

then i woke up on the floor

[deerest-me]

*puts on beret picks up cigarette holder and starts talking about differences between the TTYD remake soundtrack and the original*

[syaruru]

just randomly got asked to be the cover model of my university's fashion magazine as if i don't dress like if basil from omori was from the 1920s...

[brbgensokyo]

tbh this isthe fastest ive gone through a visual novel in a very long time, i really can feel the utawareru sickness taking hold

[mournmage]

Love that the moment I commit to making Lich Emmrich my canon for Amaris suddenly I stop being writers blocked

[cryingforcrocodiles]

that guy who's a ventriloquist and delays his voice in public would make me rethink my life n hide 4ever

[raturger]

still mad stardew valley fans chose shane over linus . my dream man

[somewhat-adorkable]

@hellonorik

we passed a sign in boring that said their sister city is dull, scotland

[evcryopeneye]

the fact canon never gave us yuffies first night out at a bar is evil

[fbfh]

I've literally only seen the pilot of game of thrones and I already wanna fuck Jon Snow so fuckin bad. "oooh but his oath, but his vows" I DON'T CARE. COCK IN MOUTH RN. fucking look at this

WHY DOES GOD KEEP SENDING ME THESE MISERABLE WET LITTLE BRUNET MEN WITH BIG OLD COW EYES AND EMPATHIC DOGMATICALLY LOYAL SENSABILITIES. STOP RIGHT NOW send more. bc I'll be so astronomically for real with you. this man pulls up on a horse with a fuckin direwolf puppy following him along fully believing he's its mama???? fold. instantly fold. no one can not fold at that. he's channeling all his yearning and desires into being loyal and noble and it fucking HURTS to look at him and know he's never had the sloppiest most earth shattering fucking top of all time. I'm thinking about a lot of things right now, mostly how good the tension of "I shouldn't do this I shouldn't do this I shouldn't do this" running through his mind while his heart betrays him and he moves closer to you is. the kicker is, he hasn't even done anything yet. he's maybe knelt and kissed your hand at most, but good GOD did it get you wet. because you can tell how much he's holding back. you can tell how badly he's aching for more, and the self control he's exercising makes you want to see him fucking snap. but you know he won't somehow it just makes it better and better. like you breathe in his direction and he's trying to get rid of impure thoughts unbecoming of a brother of the night's watch. and it's all self inflicted.

thinking also about Jon being assigned as your bodyguard for some reason. maybe you're of nobility, maybe you were requested to be delivered to some king or other, but now it's Jon's job to take you through the snowy wastelands of the north and deliver you safely to your destination. he quickly realizes that there is no way he'll be able to maintain his professionalism (he does, he just feels like he's throwing caution to the wind cause you make him blush). sitting you in front of him on his horse? you keep resting your head against his chest and speaking so sweetly to him to pass the time!!! sitting you behind him? your arms are around his waist!!!!!!!! he's losing it girlfriend!!!!! don't even get me started on making camp in some cave for the night to wait out a particularly bad snowstorm. you stay close to him at his insistance, knowing it's the only way for you both to stay warm. You're snuggled up in his arms under his cloak looking so sweet in the firelight. something howls in the distance, and you jump, moving closer to him. he realizes you feel protected by him. not in a professional guide-through-the-north way, in a way that you choose. you feel so deeply in your subconsious that if anything were to happen, you'd be safe in Jon's arms. you look up to him, feel protected and safe with him. you feel safe with him. and motherfucker if that doesn't stir something uncontrollable and irreversable in his chest. he knows he shouldn't, but his heart betrays him, and his arms wrap firmly around you, holding you close.

"It's alright," he murmurs so gently, "it's only the wind."

[ilovetoxicfictionalmen]

FEEL GOOD

Pairing - Jackson Rippner x fem!reader

Summary - Jackson catches on your disobedience in the bathroom.

Warnings - Choking, fingering, dubcon, corruption kink kinda, edging, typically Jackson behaviour.

Word count - .8k

Notes - this was writing out of a rushed urge, sorry.

The state of affairs was an excuse for Jackson’s cock to twitch in his pants. The act of deviance (or betrayal in Jackson’s charming blue eyes), the resistance from you as he tried to keep you quiet, the sweet squeaks you made as he choked you. But most importantly, it was your flustered tear stained cheeks and swollen eyes as your stare pleaded for mercy. The saying was true, eyes really do talk. 

You really did believe he was going to kill you, here, in an airplane bathroom of all places. The words on Jackson’s lips seemed to be on mute. The stern expression on Jackon’s demeanor softened. Slowly the back of his hand reached up and stroked your heated cheeks as he inspected you. You flinched at the first touch, his hand still wrapped around your throat in warning. 

“Just breathe” he whispered, seemingly kindly. 

You turned your eyes away as you felt his dark stare almost burn into your skin. The kind gesture from him wasn’t reassuring or kind, it was condescending and manipulative. His eyes lowered to your torso, you shuddered as the hand around your throat dropped to your breasts, his fingertips grazed over the rim of your bare skin. 

His brows furrowed as he noticed a scar on your right breast. In an unthoughtful impulse, he pulled the fabric down enough to get a good view of your abuse. A broken whine escaped your lips as he brushed his fingertips over the healed mark. 

“Someone do this to you?” Jackson cocked a brow, a serious expression mixed with what looked to be concern. 

“N-no” you lied. 

Jackson huffed out, his nostrils flared. He brought his mouth to your ear, the tip of his nose rubbed against your helix. The kindness was lethal as his hands rubbed over your waist gently. 

“Don’t lie to me babygirl” he whispered into your ear. 

You blinked and locked eyes with him, he smiled softly at you. 

“Yes” you corrected yourself in a small squeak. 

“Poor girl” he cooed, tutting at you. “Beautiful girl” he continued, more so to himself. 

He found great pleasure in watching you. You almost screamed to be looked after, to be protected. The knowledge of this scar only fueled his primal urges to follow through with this. You batted your doe eyes at him, too timid to even move an inch as he ate you alive with his eyes. 

You shivered as the grip on your hips tightened as he pressed his erection against you. It was instinct to scream, but Jackson’s hand latched over your mouth quicker than the sound could escape out of your lungs.

“Shhh, it’s okay, I can be gentle too, you know?” Jackson sighed as he rubbed his nose over your cheek.

You whimpered against his hand, ignoring his assurance. With a roll of his eyes, Jackson’s body pressed you harshly against the wall as his free hand slipped under your skirt. Your body turned stiff as his fingers rubbed against your covered core. When a finger slipped inside your tight walls, your eyes rolled back at the sudden electric vibration.

“Let it all go, no shame in enjoying this” Jackson grunted by your ear. 

You nodded your head, sensability out the window, his finger curled inside of you, your moan was muffled. It was shocking with how your legs were already trembling, he was certain his body weight was holding you up. His hand moved down just enough to get a better listen of your moans as he inserted another finger. 

“Such a good girl” Jackson praised, his lips planted kisses on the side of your face, his stumble prickled over your skin. 

You whimpered nonsense as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. For the both of you, the knowledge of your circumstances vanished entirely, your thoughts completely focused on desire. It was probably for the better anyways. Your arms wrapped around his back, your hand snaked into his chestnut hair as his fingers seemed to release your overwhelming stress. Jackson hissed as he felt your walls clenched around his fingers, your fluids were dripping onto the floor. 

“Needa finish already babygirl?” Jackson teased. 

“Uh-huh” you nodded your head frantically, his fingers picking up on the pace. 

With his hand back around your throat, his fingers rubbed over your irritated skin. Your hips flexed forward and back to create more friction. The room was darkening, sound turning muffled as you felt your orgasm build up in your stomach. Right when you were ready to blissfully explode over his hand, Jackson pulled his hand out of your panties completely. 

You gasped out, in a mixture of shock, confusion, frustration and sadness. Jackson grinned at you before he sucked on his clear-coated fingertips. It was extraordinary with how stupidly innocent you were. As if he’d ever give you a good time for free of charge.  

“I’ll let you squeeze my cock empty when the job is done” he winked at you. 

The reality crashed over you harshly. As you shook your head and denied that idea. But the both of you knew that he’d have his way with you, no matter the outcome of it all.

[today-in-the-bunker]

Today, Jack and Cas watch Sense and Sensability and are very emotionally invested in the story. They are gasping, laughing, and crying in reaction to the story's many twists and turns.

[melbatron5000]

Big fat hearts for Terry Pratchett.

what I really like about Pratchett's work among all the other things, is that he basically opens all his books with exposure and "here is an immuable, very eternal law upon which the world is built" and then he spends the rest of the book trampling on that law

"it is impossible for a woman to be a wizard, so we're going to follow this wizard girl's journey"

"dragons are gone forever and dormant, here be no dragons. say hi to this one lady dragon tho"

"nobody can resist elves. that's why Magrat is going to deck their queen in the face"

"everyone knows women can't fight"

"everyone knows golems don't have souls. they all have names and personalities and-"

"all dwarves are men. then they were introduced to gender"

"Death is eternal and unchanging. Let's see what happens when he goes through all major human development stages in reverse starting with his retirement"

All in all "here's this thing everyone knows is true, here's why it's bullshit, here's how untrue it is, and here's how nobody is going to learn a lesson from being shown that this law of nature is bullshit. We all know people never learn right. or do they"