#sweet scandal

[inkz123]

Commission for @abittybones of their Ink variant, canvas, and Error💕 Thank you!🙏💕

[gael-garcia]

Sweet Dreams (2023) directed by Ena Sendijarević

[tennant-davids]

SUCCESSION 4x06 Living+

This is for tomorrow? Hollywood, though. Right?

[irregularbillcipher]

quick little thing of the main characters of my flatland/gravity falls fic in the style of my old flatland short film, since i was thinking about it

[malk1ns]

1st sentence ask - "It's gameday so you better not knot me"

Zhenya blushes when he says it, but with the way Sid's been following him around all morning, from the weights room to video review and even into the trainer's despite Zhenya's protests, he thinks it needs to be said.

The team is already on tenterhooks, watching them like hawks—with Zhenya's heat approaching like a freight train and the way Sid's been haunting his footsteps, they're ready to pull the plug on the whole experiment if it looks like it's going to negatively impact the on-ice product, and Zhenya thinks both of them missing a game because Sid pinned him down and tied them together would definitely qualify.

"Hmm," Sid says, crowding into Zhenya's space; he's shorter, but the width of his body makes Zhenya feel small, even younger than he is, like he wants to curl up in the protective crush of Sid's arms and let Sid do whatever he wants.

Omega instincts are a real bitch, but Zhenya's made it to the NHL on nothing more than will and grit, and he's determined that he won't be.

Sid's voice is hypnotic when he puts his lips to Zhenya's year and murmurs, "I think you don't mean a word of that," and Zhenya shivers, because it's true.

first line ask game!

[theperrylleluniverse]

We get to see so much of Paul's thought process in this scene!! He's so clever and observant!!

@caseopened this seems relevant to your interests! We rarely get a full breakdown of how Paul investigates a crime scene! It’s so fun to watch his methods.

[childoftheriver]

Emerson, Lake and Palmer

[idontwanttospoiltheparty]

“One time, we were worried that Gerry and the Pacemakers were going to be “the ones” to do it. In fact, John and I bought a lot of Mersey Beats when there. Figured, well, we’re allowed to. Because we wanted badly to win that poll. We felt it was, like, that would make the difference, whichever group “made it.”” – Paul McCartney, fall 1980

from All You Need Is Love (2024) by Peter Brown and Steven Gaines

[kamyru]

I like a bunch of Voltage Inc guys. They are fantastic men, and their biggest flaw is that they are fictional.

However, every time they say that MC has a part of the guilt when being harassed by other men, it ticks me off. And nearly all of them have scenes like this.

Was it my fault that my ex who was twice my size and older couldn't take no as an answer and respect my boundaries and this caused my hatred towards being touched and sex?

Was is my fault for being harassed as a kid in the public transportation? Or for being spied on in the bathroom of a hospital? Or for being told by a random man in the night train that my place is in his home?

What have girls who were sexually assaulted and raped done wrong?

I do want a man in real life to protect me, be bigger than me, and give the best hugs. Not because I can't take care of myself. But because men take seriously only other men. And I lived for long enough to be afraid of them.

I refuse to think that Voltage Inc men who tell MC that she has to be more aware of her surroundings instead of asking her if she is okay are canon. And I intend to rewrite the scenes where something like this happens. Because it's not MC fault, like it's not mine, or any other victim's.

[cookie-nom-nom]

y’all. I’m like 99% sure my dad is following my Mcyt side blog. It’s so over. There’s a non zero chance he saw the Minecraft crucifixion post.

[fauvester]

tfw your high school crush/obsession whose dropped off the face of the earth for a decade just COMES INTO YOUR WORKPLACE.. WHERE YOU WORK…

[nick-cassidy]

one of my favorite fe vintage moments is when jev was abt to win his second title and he said over the radio to tell andré to stop to bring out the safety car 🩷

[confused-stars]

actually yeah everyone should read the Temeraire books because they're centered around the relationship between a dragon and His Person, except that person is also a British Navy Officer who will always do his damnest to do right by people and as a result often has an absolutely terrible day

(he is also in denial about his crush on Napoleon and his dragon fights for dragon rights and fair wages, option to be paid in cows)

[agentnatesewell]

soo curious about suri's piercings, do you have an idea in her backstory for when she gets each one? is there any reasoning or were they just spur of the moment/aesthetical? does she have a high or low pain tolerance for piercings? does she wear outfits that accentuate them? please lore dump ^^

Hello, hello friend! Thank you for asking!

So, per the post, Suri had four piercings. Her ears are pierced, her navel is pierced, and her right nipple is pierced

She’s had her ears pierced since she was but a wee child. Done by her Baba’s sister who is an expert at piercing ears with a needle and a lot of ice. They sit somewhat even on her lobes, too. Suri usually wears diamond studded earrings or rose gold or gold dangling earrings. Hasn’t had the desire to pierce any more of her ear - what she has now was a gift from her great-aunt (from Rebecca’s side)

As for the navel ring, that was more of a fashion statement she wanted to make when she was in her earlier years at college. A symbol of her more carefree days after leaving Wayhaven, when she wore crop tops and lower rise shorts and pants and skirts (which were probably going out of style at the time, but those clothes were treasures found at the thrift store). Still has it now, shows it off if she’s wearing a more sheer top or a sheer-ish dress when she’s out in the city (Suri had a robust dating life when she could get out to the city before the events of book one). It’s

The nipple ring. A decision made after a break up, and an impulsive decision. She has a few tattoos (one on the back of her neck, the nape, forget-me-nots for Rook; one over her ribs to the side her breast that is a line of Rumi poetry), so she knew exactly where to go and who she could trust to get it done. And she didn’t have to go the route of a post-breakup haircut. So, she thought about a change, and got it done. It is her favorite piercing, it’s her secret that she allows select people in on, otherwise it’s a guess and up to their imagination. Knowing it heals quickly, she keeps a bar in to keep it open. That being said, casual Fridays are going to be especially fun working with Unit Bravo and especially her boyfriend, where she will trade in her low cut, low buttoned blouses for more tighter garments.

As for pain tolerance, she could handle it. Probably one of her biggest detriments is her feeling of (totally blanking on the word) - that nothing will happen to her, nothing will harm her, she’ll get through it, she’ll be fine. The nipple ring was a moment of intense pain, but she’d do it again for the pleasure that it’s bright afterwards

So, of all the piercings, she wears her dark hair down, but you can still see the gems shine brilliantly. On occasion, she’ll wear something to show off the navel ring. And definitely wears clothing to accentuate the nipple ring, especially on more causal days

Ah! Thank you for reading this if you got this far! This was fun!

[an-architect-of-words]

I wanted to listen to “Once Upon a Time at Bennington” but part of me finds it more and more unethical the more I hear about it. I mean I’m willing to accept Donna Tartt could have been a less than stellar person in college, whatever. And I guess she used quirks of people she knew for some characters. But why is the world entitled to private letters and the nearly 40-year-old random rumors about her bedroom activity? Then people are like “Ooooooo she got a lawyer. She’s tried to prevent it!” Prevent the unveiling of campus gossip about her and her college boyfriend from when she was like 20? Again, why are we even entitled to that?

And this is all assuming it’s even true— so much of it sounds like it’s from vague origin or that it started as conjecture. And, I mean, the nature of tabloid-y media is to want to cause a shock/stir.

[sunlessea]

❛ now, i'll ask again, are you going to be good for me? ❜ - elyfires

this was always meant to be his place : ensnared by the claws of london's masters ... how could he have ever known, though? this isn't exactly what he'd had in mind, but he supposes he should've guessed. the gods are funny. he'd know, better than most, where he looks up at mr fires with parted lips, hair caught 'cross the bottom of them where his had been thrown 'round them, dragged to the ground in the jaws of a beast. he can't even mourn the mess of fallen books surrounding them, the number it had done on his bookshelves feeding from him against them.

he stares up at it with furrowed brows and a conflicted chew 'gainst his cheek. its fangs are red, like the blood that still falls down his neck where it'd bit, the top of his shirt torn, first buttons broken.

he's scared of it, in a way he doesn't quite think it's ready to comprehend. it isn't harm or terror that he's run from all these years, like most londoners would. what a foolish love story he'd make for the masters, if he let one of their own shatter his heart in their written tragedies.

"what if i'm not as good as you think i am? what if i break your heart? or you break mine? or worse..." when he finally finds his voice, it sounds choked out, and breathless. its innuendo is met with earnest romanticism, his ears flat 'gainst his head. he still won't say what's been unspoken, and he hasn't let it confess those feelings to him, either, foiling every opportunity it has tried. but this is deeply intimate, and not so easy to run away from, when he's pressed under its weight, skin burning and eager for its touch to explore further than its hands had already wandered whilst feeding.

he untangles one of his legs from underneath it and tries to reposition it to push against its waist instead. his intent it to push it back, from how it hovers over him. he's so ironically weak, though, he just ends up pushing into its thighs, and against his leg, he can feel how eager it is, without even undressing it. it's so close to him : if it leaned down, its cloaks would engulf both of them. but he can already see its face, so he raises the only hand it doesn't have pinned to push its hoods back, fingers brushing through its hair and over its ears. his chest is heaving, how desperately he's trying to catch his breath. he wants to pull them all off, no matter how terrible an idea it is.

"mr fires..." unmasking a master is probably sentence for death, for londoners like him. but they're alone, the shop empty throughout, with a grouping of bookshelves blocking them from the shop's windows. his heart aches as deeply as he suspects its body might : and maybe its heart, too, if his worst fears have been realized. he isn't sure what frightens him more, the idea that it could genuinely love him, or that he might want it in a way far beyond proper. "i'll be good for you now. i can be obedient..." his fingers trail down now, over its cheek, then to the bare skin of its neck, before it disappears 'neath the rest of its layers. this is wrong...

"do you want more than just feeding from me...?" but it's hardly the first time sexual tension has overwhelmed the two of them. it's certainly the first time he doesn't run from it. maybe this was inevitable. no matter how he tried to hide from it. "to be honest, i really ... want to touch you... taste you. more than that..."