#split hook

[ellstronaut]

not to be that person but fuck

n don’t get me wrong I love smut as much as the next person but I cannot stand meaningless smut. With no substance just mindless sex with no passion or any ounce of affection attached to it. No buildup, no pining, no tension so thick it’s palpable no “fuck why are these jeans glued on” no “clumsiness or characters being awkward because sex is awkward sometimes and intimidating” no characterisation, character development or poking fun in a lighthearted way because

“dino boxers really?”

the way they’d be so unapologetic about it too maybe not even vocal but the look that fucking look that screams “yeah? n what you’re gonna do about it?” or maybe they’re flustered but that’s hot either way because it’s them, it’s their quirk

It’s the little details

The vulnerability? The insecurities—trying something new but being afraid to cross or plunge into unknown territories

but it’s their touch—guidance—that unspoken “you’re safe with me”

Subtle hotness/intimacy man

But yeah sex sells. Let’s be real. It’s a cheap way to get views especially when not mindful of how characters would react in such situations

[crystalpallette]

so I finished side order recently

[humaforever]

There was a time when they were little when Harry, Uma, Mal, and Jay were like the original core four right? Idk why this is so interesting to me but I want a whole chronicle of movies about it thank you.

[ruushes]

i was a little worried about accruing enough approval for the romances since im not micromanaging it this time but literally the first time back at the estate isabela's waiting there like if we don't fuck right now im going to start biting people

[milesworld96]

Sooo….If Hook is rlly in his Batman era

Y know… you can’t have Batman w out Joker😁😁😁😁😁

[tomwambsgans]

shiv is not the kind of person who can tolerate being unsatisfied, ie the exact thing she laid out on her wedding night to tom: "i'm not a good fit for a monogamous marriage" (at least not when it's to him), but she also feels bad about this because she wants to be in an honest relationship, and pretty much can't because no one who would be okay with what she wants would also be someone she can find any stability with. she was definitely trying very hard, in the months between proposal and wedding, to find the middle ground where she starts dropping hints and making it clearer where she stands without outright saying so, like just enough to feel less like she's outright decieving tom, and also to not drive tom away. i feel like her ideal, and what she would have done if tom didn't outright confront her about fucking around, was a "don't ask don't tell" marriage. much like the one that logan and caroline definitely had. a very english aristocrat sort of... stable adultery. she wanted both her and tom to default to their mutual partnership but be free to go and get whatever else they needed when it was plausibly deniable. to simply keep anything extramarital out of the house and to expertly maintain the veneer.

i also think that, due to her struggle with satisfaction, part of the appeal of tom as a partner was in fact that there would be something missing for him, too. like not nearly enough missing as there was for her, bc she absolutely would not stand for someone straying that far, but... essentially this was my deep dive into why shiv (subconsciously) wanted a gay husband. and ironically/tragically for her, it was just inevitable that in order for a gay man to be both as repressed as he needs to be to wanna be with her and stable enough to be a good partner, he will VERY much tolerate being unsatisfied, and he will make her feel just as bad when he's a pathological monogamist and incapable of straightforwardly pursuing what (who) he wants.

[formal-frog-shoes]

Gosh i hope its not too pixely. I should really figure out how big tumblrs image size is.

anyways more TwistStuck (? Wonderstuck? WonderTwist?) au

[queenofbaws]

the instant i learn how to channel my anxious energy into normal energy i'll be fuckin unstoppable stg

[dreamertrilogys]

bisexual friend groups have suffered more than jesus

[wrestlingarsenal]

[bloodyknucklesforme]

Slasher Ghoap x reader at 3k words rn and we're barely half way through the first chapter... She's gonna be a long one.

[xiaokuer-schmetterling]

hangster. omg this is SUCH a hangster mood to me

lyrics

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Fever dream high in the quiet of the night

You know that I caught it (oh yeah, you're right, I want it)

Bad, bad boy, shiny toy with a price

You know that I bought it (oh yeah, you're right, I want it)

Killing me slow, out the window

I'm always waiting for you to be waiting below

Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes

What doesn't kill me makes me want you more

And it's new, the shape of your body

It's blue, the feeling I've got

And it's ooh, whoa-oh

It's a cruel summer

"It's cool," that's what I tell 'em

No rules in breakable heaven

But ooh, whoa-oh

It's a cruel summer with you (yeah, yeah)

Hang your head low in the glow of the vending machine

I'm not dying (oh yeah, you're right, I want it)

You say that we'll just screw it up in these trying times

We're not trying (oh yeah, you're right, I want it)

So cut the headlights, summer's a knife

I'm always waiting for you just to cut to the bone

Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes

And if I bleed, you'll be the last to know, oh

It's new, the shape of your body

It's blue, the feeling I've got

And it's ooh, whoa-oh

It's a cruel summer

"It's cool," that's what I tell 'em

No rules in breakable heaven

But ooh, whoa-oh

It's a cruel summer with you

I'm drunk in the back of the car

And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar (oh)

Said, "I'm fine," but it wasn't true

I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you

And I snuck in through the garden gate

Every night that summer, just to seal my fate (oh)

And I screamed, "For whatever it's worth

I love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?"

He looks up, grinnin' like a devil

It's new, the shape of your body

It's blue, the feeling I've got

And it's ooh, whoa-oh

It's a cruel summer

"It's cool," that's what I tell 'em

No rules in breakable heaven

But ooh, whoa-oh

It's a cruel summer with you

I'm drunk in the back of the car

And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar (oh)

Said, "I'm fine," but it wasn't true

I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you

And I snuck in through the garden gate

Every night that summer, just to seal my fate (oh)

And I screamed, "For whatever it's worth

I love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?"

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

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[milesworld96]

So what I’m understanding is that this is the confirmation of Evilhausen, right?

[maeamian]

I don't feel like disputing history with the person who wrote the post I'm subtweeting here, and agree with their larger point mostly, but the Brooks Brothers Riot and US Supreme Court are far far far more responsible for GWB's election than Ralph Nader or the Green party ever was and it's important to me that you, my followers, are aware of this.

[reliquarian]

making clunky little millefiori between tasks / while waiting on git pushes today. just chaining as many as I can together for funsies

[random-non-shower-thoughts]

I got way too high and almost wept from my third eye...

I do not remember 90% of what I monolouged in my head but all I know is I started thinking about infinite universes and it quickly evolved (this was mostly definitely evolution, for I was going somewhere with this, I know I would never truly reach some conclusion) into me thinking about how writing is like this (because of course my mind would act like this on the good stuff) and I am part of the beauty, and the problem (jokingly, we all love retellings and fan fiction).

However the problem is I then began to realize that means there's a world out there with a pregnant Doom Slayer (my beautiful comfort character, may he kill all the demons he meets). My beautiful muscular man without a swollen belly, empty of life.

There's whole worlds out there that I will never get to see and all I can do is write my version and imagine what could be. I can only think about the unconventionally attractive man (I don't understand it, his aesthetics just work for me, I enjoy his design with or without the mask) and how I cannot be the one to help him bring life to a world out there. I am stuck with these visions--like all creative people--that can only be actualized on the page. And all I could do was think about how I am a mere vessel for my creations, an otherworldly being controlling my hands. I must be the one to birth this beautiful idea. My brain a soft womb for the hypothetical children he would have birthed for me as I watched. Why am I unable to change this fate?

And in that moment, my third eye was opened, and all I could do was weep. All three streaming mental tears of joy. The stars were whispering to me about the what if, and I could only cry that they could not listen for my answer....