#sorry for the disrespect but

[aquitainequeen]

AMPTP: It's so sad that WGA and SAG-AFTRA don't want to negotiate. But we must endure! *tortured sigh* 😩

Meanwhile:

[miwtual]

im so fucking tired of the disrespect gifmakers get on the gifmaker website

[yangjeongin]

JEONGIN | "CHK CHK BOOM" MV

[doomsdaybby]

content warnings: light bondage, orgasm denial, edging, mommy kink, more pathetic steve bc he is my favourite flavour 😗✌🏻 (1.4k words)

“You gonna be a good boy and sit really still for me, hm?” you coo down at Steve, his wrists already a pretty flush pink beneath the satin restraints that secure him snugly to the bed frame.

“Mhm, will be a good boy for you,” he sighs with a breathless moan, the blindfold obscuring his vision. The limited opportunity to move as he pleases has Steve’s heart thrumming violently in his ears, lump in his throat, and painfully hard cock glinting so pretty with droplets pre-cum.

“How nice of you…” you whisper, featherlight touch cascading down the taut ridges of his ribs and back up again. Steve rolls his hips despite your clear instruction, though he can’t help it. But could you blame him?

Your poor angel had been so wound up these past few days; kisses greedier, the fervent bump of the tent in his pants rutting against your hip with more desperation every time you brushed him off.

It wasn't fair really, was it?

But now, finally, you're kneeling between his spread legs, his knees hitched up beside you. Steve is completely on display as you drink him in, callously ignoring the throbbing twitch of where he needed you most. He hisses lowly once your nails skate over the tops of his thighs, much more sensitive than usual considering the circumstance, the anticipation almost too much to bear.

You enjoyed him like this, dangling on the very precipice of euphoria for as long as he could stand it, a servant to your every word. You didn't edge him as a punishment, since the eventual reward was so sweet, he had even said as much.

Plus, Steve could take it so well.

"Still, baby. Remember?" the stern press of your palms to the hot skin of his thighs grounding him, nodding his head dumbly as the swimming ecstasy that fuzzies his mind subsides slightly.

All he wanted was to impress you, please you, worship you. You could ask him to burn the whole world down and he would be splashing puddles of gas beneath his feet in two seconds flat without question.

Steve mumbles incoherently under his breath, putty in your hands the second your fiery touch grazes along the underside of his aching cock. He's completely and utterly done for.

"F-fuck fuck fuckkkk," Steve keens something pathetic, back sticky as he arches only barely from the mussed mattress beneath him. He's breathless already, chest heaving and heart thundering beneath his ribs, and you were just getting started.

"So sensitive," your laugh is wicked, taunting. Steve can picture the menacing grin on your face crystal clear. You enjoy the way he squirms to a hellish extent and he loves the way you react twice as much.

Steve smiles at that, one equally as smug though the charm still shines. He even chuckles a little too, though his face swiftly contorts amidst a shuddering broken moan when your nimble fingers engulf the sensitive weeping tip.

"Jesus christ," he trembles over a whimper, pink wet lips shimmering as his mouth forms a pretty little O. You massage right under the ridge of his head, slick and glistening, and Steve can only choke meekly over a sob. Relief knits itself between the fanning of his breath, though you were only rolling the pads of your thumbs against him.

You pout though he can't see it, a sympathetic expression that had your brows creasing once you regarded the reddening of his clammy hands as he struggles without purchase.

"You good, angel?" every letter that rolls off your tongue speckles Steve's cheeks in loving kisses, soft and warm as if the plush of your lips were really there. Your pace settles for a moment, the encircling of your thumbs almost making it to a halt before Steve wrenches against his restraints harder at the fear of you stopping.

"Yes!" he barks with urgency, "God, yes, mommy please don't fucking stop" his cheeks splash rouge, forehead glossy with sweat, hair tacky to his flushed skin that's been set ablaze. Your eyes widen into saucers, Steve knows exactly how to goad you right back in.

"You're fucking pathetic like this, you know?" you taunt, one hand stroking the base as the other twists in tight circles around the tip. Steve grunts, nodding again with his jaw slack and unable to string together a logical response, overcome with an overwhelming sense of delirium. He can taste the impending orgasm on the tip of his tongue, the promise of rain after the clap of thunder.

His adrenaline spikes, the incoming snap of tension palpable in the airy encompassing the two of you. Close, so close, closer.

Then it all stops, fading as quickly as it built, just as he was about to topple over that delectable edge. Steve grinds up into nothing, eyes snapping open beneath the blindfold, a pained cry shredding over his vocal chords. "No no no! Please, please come back," he throws his head back into the pillows, groaning and panting with a new kind of anguish. He was a hairs breadth away from writhing beneath you.

God, it was as if he was made for you. Crafted by the angels themselves to fit your every need.

The slide of your fingers tease the v-line of his abdomen, savouring the obvious quiver of every inch of his body whilst he still allows it.

"I'm so sorry, my sweet boy," your voice a soothing echo, "Let's take a second". It was rare that Steve got so riled up, especially to the point where you questioned if you had pushed him that one step too far. Your nails traced from hip to hip, barely brushing over the dark coils of curls, connecting the never-ending constellations of blemishes that dusted his skin.

"I don't need a second. I fucking need you," his words came out ragged, barely holding it together and shifting combatively against your peppered touch. "Just let me cum for you, mommy," Steve whines, a wounded animal begging to be put out of his misery.

You were merciful, particularly when he begged so nicely.

Your fists gradually close around Steve's reddened cock again, dragging it out that little bit further, noticing the way he jerks at the faintest contact. The burning ache quells, and Steve can finally begin to unravel the knot that tightens to the edge of agony in the pit of his stomach.

Your gaze rakes across the man before you, succumbed to your every move, his sanity cushioned between the spaces of your fingers that waltz his body to a plane of euphoria he only uncovered when he discovered you.

Steve revels in it now, the progressively rapid flick of your wrist at the head, the other pump of your fist massaging the length just as he liked it. Now wasn't the time for slow, for gentle. Steve craved his release and who were you to deny him any further? All he had done was wait, just as you had told him to. And good boys get their rewards.

"Fuck, yes" he grits his teeth, cutting through the inside of his cheeks as he bites down. Steve rocks his hips up up up, relaxing further into the rhythm you were creating for yourselves.

"That's it, baby. You know exactly what to do" he breathes, fingernails digging crescent moons into his palms. Steve's hand were tingling static, a harmonious buzzing caused by the lack of blood flow. He wrists chaffed red raw, but he didn't mind, he just wanted to finally fucking cum.

"Feels so s-so good. So good," he's tripping over the words, the veins in his neck bulging as he strains. "So close, I'm right there, mommy" he mewls, your name stumbling from his silken lips like a prayer.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, oh god, I'm gonna cum for you. Please, please!".

You loved to hear him grovel, and pressed a chaste kiss to the underside of his cock right as his orgasm crashed into him like a freight train.

"Thank you mommy! Thank you mommy, thank you, fuck fuck fuuucckkkk," Steve strains and pants and pleads as you carry him over the heavenly edge, gushing over onto your fingers and up across his stomach.

You press hot kisses to the tops of his thighs, movements slowing as Steve thrusted up some more whilst heaving for well needed breath. "You did so well for me, baby".

[alevens]

zolu is maybe one of the easiest ships i've ever liked. they're dating, except when they're not, they're best friends even when they're kissing and they're still captain and first mate when they aren't. they hold hands, they hug. they have sex. they don't.

Luffy can hold Zoro's katanas and Zoro can hold Luffy's strawhat and no one bats an eye. one says "You're so cool!" and the other says "You're strong" and it's just another way to say "I see you, this is why I follow you/this is why I trust you". it's not seeing each other for a long time and still knowing how the other's steps sound like against wood and sand. the captain runs and the first mate follows. it's always "Zoro and the others" and "Where's Luffy?"

if they're just friends, if they're something more, if they don't have a label for it, at its core, it's just about how they get each other. they understand how the other's mind works. however you view them, it doesn't erase they fact that they love each other in a way they don't love other people.

[rowarn]

yall im clawing at my own face i want to kiss kyle so much im actually sick like i just KNOWWWWW he's the type who gives teasing little pecks and then pulls away when you want more to give you this pretty little smile because he thinks you're so cute with how much you want him and then when he finally kisses you properly it leaves you BREATHLESS AND DAZED and he's for sure the type who gently cups your jaw, cradles your face so delicately and strokes his thumb over your cheek while you lose yourself in the kiss. and he's so STURDY so when you inevitably get weak in the knees he's the perfect thing to just rest your entire weight against and just let him hold you continue kissing you while you don't have to worry about standing bc that man will hold you up until you're good and ready to end the kiss and I NEED TO DO SOME BREATHING EXERCISES

[royaltea000]

Pose practice! ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

[kapa-the-werdo]

IM I'M SORRY FOR THE DISRESPECT @fluffffpillow BUT I HAD TO SHARE MY THOUGHTS!

[fischiee]

rvb: when characters go through severe enough trauma sometimes they can fragment into different elements of themselves in order to protect their mental stability and the alters fragments have their own quirks and aspects that relate to the trauma that was inflicted in order to best protect the sanity of the character but still all belong to the same personality

rvb: what’s a system

[raviosrupees]

My parent rates LU Link's based on first impressions

[warning foul language, mention of alcohol, and my parents very negative impression of Wars !!! note this is my parents impression based off of the LU concept sketches + descriptions. a lot of em aren't accurate]

TIME

Very God of War, Kratos. PTSD Link.

when all the others are hanging out he's in the cups. He fought the moon? Sounds about right. Everyone else is talking and goofing off and he's got the thousand yard stare.

No one talks about how he cant get a full nights sleep. Please let him nap. Maybe let the owl take a nap too.

*stares at him for a very long time, before taking a sip of mimosa*

TWILIGHT

blond hiccup [httyd] very viking. Humble? Hiccup. Animal whisperer? Does he have a dragon? he turns in to a wolf? good for hiccup. getting over a complicated relationship? ...... h-

OH HE HAS GOATS? I love goats! Love this guy.

WARRIORS

Ah, douchy paladin! Yeah he's got the hip flex, he knows he's the shit. Very prideful? Of course you are. Leader type? Women problems? Not surprised. [said they most wanted to punch this one]

"This one writes himself. On Reddit forums"

FOUR [their 3rd fav]

"eeny meeny hippy genie" They've got the weird flowy scarf hat, they're super tiny! Dwarf.. chaos gremlin-- No that's a changeling! I don't think that's actually a Link, I think they faked their way in. Not that I blame them, its a pretty cool crew to be a part of. Spy for the fae realm.

WILD

5th grade school photo link. He's really excited for his first day of school and has a planner for all of his classes.

Good at navigation? Kudos for being a good boy scout.

Her 2nd favorite.

WILD

"Legolas Link" he likes to run on snow, flip his hair back + forth and shit talk dwarves [changeling doesn't like that]

"takes any questioning of his princess too personally? Why are they questioning his princess in the first place? *squints* Why is he so upset? Feel like maybe we need some codependency therapy-

IDENTITY CRISIS DUE TO MEMORY LOSS???? oh no, there we go, the therapy- INSECURE? THE ONLY ONE THAT FAILED? Dude, I think douchy paladin needs to take him to therapy-, maybe it'll convince him to get some too.

Proceeds to go into a rant about his sheikah tech being called weird magic: "Why are they calling his magic weird? That's rude ! They need to have more open minds, no wonder he's insecure! He just needs to feel confident and supported in his new environment and they're not being very supportive right now!"

*orders another mimosa*

LEGEND [their favorite]

"We've got stoner wizard link..." "Which one?" "He's wearing red, and like a fancy staff with a ball at the end for walloping on people who say he's not a real wizard" He just smacks em and says duh yes I am, but usually he doesn't bother with it bc he's too chill.

He's the Millenial of the linked universe. "Chooses not to be a leader type? 'Nope, Im good, just here for a paycheck not a promotion. Some PTO would be nice. Another adventure? He'd rather start a commune"

"Seems unaffected by his adventures?" Uhh he is though. He's just delusional about it now.

HYRULE

Classic link [true] silent generation, nobody acknowledges him. "just happy to be included," mistaken as a hobbit.

"He's actually a traveler, never stays in one place" "Ah so post adventure Bilbo baggins, who wants to see mountains again."

*starts singing "the road goes ever on and on"*

SKY

Foppy link. Fabulous haircut, cape swooped over one shoulder with the gorgeous coloring, contrasting belt-- he knows color schemes way too well, he could be in project runway.

"Not the leader type? Sure he's too busy worrying about fabric swatches. Views the master sword as a blessing? Yeah, I bet he does."

Very confidently decided his Zelda is a beard.

[writer-room]

Obsessed with Lloyd never mentioning his grandfather is the First Spinjitsu Master, apparently to the point even Arin didn't seem to know, because "eh, it never came up". Cause like, yeah, sure, my grandfather is God, what of it? Normal day for me. Shit happens. My dad is also evil, you wanna talk about that? I sure don't.

It's also funny from a character arc perspective. Here's itty bitty baby first season Lloyd, loudly proclaiming he's the son of Garmadon, and probably also making sure everyone knows he's God part 3 electric boogaloo. And then one Tomorrow's Tea and a few more years later and he's doing everything physically possible to NOT care about his heritage. In fact he'd probably rather his parentage was literally anyone else. Dude could care so less he forgets about it most of the time. King behavior.

[royalarchivist]

Mike talks about how cool it is having various people from different cultures in the same community, and how that's something he really liked about QSMP!

[bucephaly]

It's kinda shocking to me how few people seem to know how prevalent the 'my great grandmother was cherokee' myth is and how it's almost never actually true, especially when it comes with things like 'never signed up' or 'fell off the trail' or 'courthouse burned down destorying the documentation' etc etc.

People just don't even seem to know the history like.. when the Trail happened. My great great great grandfather was 2 years old during Removal in 1838, so peoples 'my great grandmother hid in the mountains!' is so clearly wrong. And we have rolls. From before and after removal, rolls done by cherokee nation and others by the government, rolls that were not stored in one random flammable courthouse. It's not difficult to find the actual evidence of ancestry.

And just.. there are lots of ways those family stories get started. It was a practice during the confederacy to claim cherokee ancestry to show one's family had 'deep roots in the south' that they were there before the cherokee were removed. Many people pretended to be cherokee and applied for the Guion-Miller payout just to try to steal money meant for cherokees - 2/3rds of the applicants were denied for having 0 proof of actual cherokee ancestry. [We even see lawyers advertising signing up for the Miller roll just to try to get free money.] And the myth even started in some families in the cherokee land lotteries, where the land stolen from us was raffled off, including the house and everything that was left behind when the cherokees were removed. We have seen people whose families just take these things stolen from the cherokee family and adopt them into their own family story, saying that they were cherokee themselves.

If you had some family story about being cherokee and you wanna have proof one way or the other, check out this Facebook group run by expert cherokee genealogists that do research for free. Just please read the rules fully and respect the researchers. They run thousands of people's ancestries a year and their average is only around 0.7% of lines they run actually end up having true cherokee ancestry.

[ieilaf]

Passpartout2 with my Disco brainrot

[bearotonin-international]

Eid Mubarak! 🧸🍉

Thank you friend! Eid Mubearak to you as well!

[witchysolfan]

Bigot: You’re gonna die alone

My AroAce ass: I sure hope I do.