#slaps Sam

[ao3wasntenough]

Sam radiates son energy like Optimus radiates dad energy

[braisedhoney]

okay but can you imagine—

[fukutomichi]

Inside The Rings of Power S2, E6 | The Lord of The Rings: The Rings of Power

[lottie-emie]

I like to think after DPH Sam n Max keep having little moments that remind them that they aren’t from the same timeline, but the silly overrides the serious and so they just gloss over it for the sake of the bit

Non text version under the cut!

[socksandbuttons]

For the Bean AU

KC: Do you often treat everyone like your kids?

Hmmn I think Earth and them appreciate it from time to time.

[aquarines]

as i see many people posting their ideal fancasts for lestat in season 3, i want to say that i hope they keep sam reid as the actor in every scene, even the flashbacks to lestat's childhood and teenage years. teen lestat? sam reid airbrushed to hell and back. babystat? sam reid in a propeller hat. late twenties lestat? sam reid in different hair or something. he can do it, he has the range.

[nano30cm]

he somehow always knows exactly what to say

[hawkp]

Senior Staff: *does something unfathomably stupid*

Leo:

[radiance1]

Something inspired by this post and this song.

Danny blinked as everything around him seemed to pause. Mist escaping past his lips and he looked at the still branch outside of the window.

Hands rested over his shoulders. "My dearest child." Clockwork's spoke from behind him, and Danny stilled. "Won't you join? We can get you out this little predicament binding you by human law."

"No." Danny huffed, resolutely staring out of the window. "I don't want to. You made me try so hard to avoid my bad future, and now you just want me to do something like that?"

"My dear boy," Clockwork flew in front of him, cupping Danny's face in gentle hands. "Your alternate future destroyed this world and as such, the Observants wanted you dead. It would have been unfair for you to be killed for a mere possible future."

Danny scoffed. "You only interfered because you saw a future with me with at your side." Danny scowled, wanting to pull back from Clockwork's hands but found that he couldn't. He scowled a bit more at his body's betrayal, sinking into the touch instead of pulling away.

"I will not lie to you, I had indeed interfered because of such." Clockwork slowly rubbed comforting circles on the boy's cheeks. "But also because you are my child, even if you were then, you would have been eventually. It is a parent's duty to protect their child, is it not?"

Danny wanted to refute that. But the memories of his parent's death at the hands of the GIW for him caused the words to be stuck in his throat. The images of both their and his sister and friend's bodies caused his vision to blur.

He choked down the tears.

"My poor child," Clockwork rested his forehead against Danny's own, a comforting gesture. "To have faced such cruelty at human hands, and for your own human donor to deny you your grief." Clockwork smiled. "Just let us help you, come to our side and we shall make it all go away."

Danny stayed silent for a moment, a small part of himself feeling guilty over wanting Clockwork's touch but a larger part wanting it anyway. "No." Danny breathed out harshly. "They don't deserve to die just because of that."

They don't.

If he says it enough, it'll stay true.

No matter what happens.

Clockwork leaned back, hands falling from his face and Danny had to force himself not to follow the touch as Clockwork circled behind him.

"I am willing to ask as many times as it takes, for you will join us eventually." Danny hated the certainty in the ghost's tone, but couldn't help but push his head into the hand that patted his head. "A piece of advice, however. War is not as patient as I am."

And with those parting words, Clockwork disappeared. Time resuming at once with Danny still sat on his bed. He flopped onto his back, head hitting the pillows as he turned on his side. He stared at his hands silently, before turning one palm up as ice danced up from his palm, slowly taking shape into lifelike versions of his family.

Alive and happy.

A small smile grew on his face he watched. Fighting against living food that Danny had once disliked.

What he wouldn't give to have it all back.

A knock broke him from his starring, and the ice collapsed in his hand.

"Master Danny?" Alfred's voice came from the other side of the door, causing Danny to frown. "Would you be joining us for lunch?"

Danny wanted to say no. He didn't want to interact with anyone in this stupid family.

Danny hated how he couldn't say no without one of them making it into some kind of problem.

So what if he hasn't eaten in a few days? He would live.

Danny sighed, standing up from his bed and silently staring at the door before he got up. He stared at the bracelet on his wrist for a moment as he grabbed onto the doorknob, the one that limited his power extremely, and opened the door.

He stared up at the pleasantly surprised expression on the butler's face, before looking away as he started to lead him towards the kitchen.

[spookberry]

Fantasy AU

[higgsbison]

Discworld Elysium Masterpost

Since I can't edit polls to retroactively link parts together, here's a masterpost of them all, updated as it happens.

Vote to solve a thrilling mystery of assassination and intrigue, or at least to eventually discover if the body in front of you is actually dead or not, that bit has been taking us a while.

PART 1

PART 2

PART 3

PART 4

PART 5

PART 6

PART 7

PART 8

part 8.5 alternate universe pain edition

PART 9 active pol

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

The hand of SAM MONROE tangles hard in your hair, keeping you arrested and reliant on him for movement until there’s an ache in your neck. His veiny forearm is flexed and resolute, giving you a jostle that puts a sting in your scalp. A whimper escapes you, keeping your eyes squeezed shut. It’s all so much, in such a delicious way, and when the familiar motion of him rearing your head back signals you as to what’s to come, you open your mouth obediently. As you suspected, a heavy tip smacks against your hanging tongue, scraping against tastebuds as it plunges down your throat.

You lurch, violently. Drool spilling from the corners of your lips as he fucks your face, moving you for you like a fleshlight. A pliant and submissive little toy. Without concern over how much you stifle and work through your gags, his hips buck to meet you, shoving his cock further and further in with each thrust. It’s breakneck. That ache in your spine worsens as he uses you. He sees you push your limit, raising yourself to the best of your ability. When you palm his thighs he knows you’re about to push off, so he makes the decision for you, folding over to pull himself out. A thick string of cum and saliva connects the two of you until its weight breaks, glossing your chest and legs like a satin ribbon. You like it rough. So he’ll fucking give it to you.

He cranes your neck back and rears his hand, swinging it to contact your cheek in a resounding smack. It sounds worse than it is, and the burn of it rushes blood to your skin. You cry out as your sex floods with new arousal, dripping down your bare thighs and to the floor. It seems he wasn’t satisfied with the first because he gives you another one, the ends of his fingers slapping you in the same spot, harder than before, flaring up the existing pain. You flinch in preparation for it, and squeak when it hits, backing up out of instinct but that grip on your hair is infallible.

“Look at me.” he tells you, but you can’t do it yet. Holding beck tears, you breathe hard through your nose as your pussy pulses with the need to be filled. The taste of his dick is still on your tongue, sweat and bitter pre-cum, the smell of a boy’s crotch gone unshowered for a couple days. He yanks you over by your hair, giving you another firm pat to your cheek to make sure you’re paying attention, “I said, look at me.” Your brows upturn, involuntarily keening from his actions as the burn on your cheek intensifies. Claws reach out to clutch his forearm as he grabs your jaw, angling you to face him. You open your eyes for him, and you see him tongue his upper lip beaded with sweat. “That’s right. Fuckin’ slut like you still does what she’s told, huh? You fucking like getting your throat fucked?” he questions in disbelief. He doesn’t wait for an answer, straightening to tower over you as he pushes his hips forward, rudely nudging the tip of his cock to your lips til it protrudes through. It slides in, and as soon as he’s given leeway he bottoms out, your nose bumping his abdomen as you gag around him.

[infinitelovewiithoutfulfilmentt]

sam refuses to choke darlin during 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 time

[lestcat-de-lioncourt]

"I have loved you with all myself."

"I put you on this Earth. Your purpose is to enjoy yourself."

[basslinegrave]

redid this gif with new footage, less shaky and the loop is slightly better but theres still a jump, sorry. use however you like just dont claim as your own pls :]

[basilbots]

Very messy n quick thing to overview the two main types of mer in my au. Socially they are very similar and can share pods with one another, but have plenty of defining features. Coastal (solar) mers: Sleeker and Shark-like with sharp features, little to no bioluminescence, ray like head fins, and warm colors. They prefer the shallower waters and are pursuit predators. Trench (lunar) mers: Rounder and Whale-like (but think more orca than like blue n such), bright bioluminescent marks, glowing lures on their head/tail, and cool colors. They prefer deeper waters, notably trenches, and while they can pursue prey the tactic of using their lures/markings for hunting is unique to them. Hybrids will mix and match these features. Eclipse is built like a trench mer with the glowing stripes, but with the warm colors and rays of coastal mers. Even his pups who lean more towards trench mer have colors that come from being hybrids even if they could be brushed off (the bloodtwins being primarily red and Lunar's yellow spots)