#talented brilliant incredible amazing

[goryfluff]

Nautilus expedition live streams (+ their commentary) 2020 / 2021 / 2022

[saikkunen]

I fucking love TF2.

[cuthalions]

All I have done has been for you. Yours was the fire that crafted the marvels of the age. I wish only to share them with the world. Please. Let me. But the Rings are beyond your reach. As I shall be, ere long. For soon I shall go to the shores of the morning. Borne hence by a wind that you can never follow!

Charles Edwards as CELEBRIMBOR & Charlie Vickers as SAURON THE RINGS OF POWER (2022–)

[y4k4mi]

nico's smoke break

[kimtaegis]

friendly herbivore dinosaur 🦕 for @jung-koook

cr. namuspromised

[theunholyvirginemilyprentiss]

THE CRIMINAL MINDS WRITERS’ ROOM:

CM WRITER: Oh, I know! Let’s kidnap one of them!

CM DIRECTOR: Talented. Brilliant. Incredible. Amazing. Showstopping. Spectacular. Never the same. Totally unique. Completely not ever been done before.

[dendromancer]

ed's gay lil heeeey at frenchie has me on chokehold the whole week. truly taika's best line delivery of all time

[leafsfromthevine]

the boys are fighting (together. homoerotically, even).

[hrts4lisa]

JENNIE Mantra, 2024

[tearblossom]

Baby Boy Baby

[dailydccomics]

whewwww this is exactly the kind of art Jack Kirby's creations deserve The New Gods #1 by Ram V., Evan Cagle, and Jorge Fornés

[jamiecalledraws]

THEY FIXATED ON HER FOR 2 ADVENTURING PARTY EPISODES!

INSANE.

ICONIC. I'M DEAD. MURDER ME AND BURY ME IN AN ORANGE TOP HAT PLS.

The Incredibly Iconic and Hot. Nara the Orange Fairy from Dimension 20's Neverafter as the Queen of Cups.

[jesterkilljoy]

absolutely stunning pause

[newwavesylviaplath]

guys it's moms birthday today!!!! these are only SOME of my fave pics of her <3

[midnight--sadness]

Heyyyy it’s me, burlesque guy, I’m glad you fuck with my cooking. Anyway, *tugs my chef hat on* here we go. Let it be known I was listening to “partition” by Beyoncé while writing this

In-ho has no interest in seeing the other dancers once Gi-hun scampers backstage. He finishes his drink and leaves, sitting in the back of his car. It takes thirty minutes, maybe less, for his phone to ring. When he picks up, he hears Gi-hun’s voice, loud and clear, without the din of the club’s music.

“I’m outside. Where are you?”

In-ho makes a gesture. His driver, a man who calls himself the “Recruiter” (why, In-ho didn’t know, but he drove fast and didn’t ask questions), flashes the headlights. He can see Gi-hun in the lights, can hear his breath hitch. He’s still in his costume, which sends a possessive thrill down In-ho’s spine. His costume looks like cherry candy in this light, sweet and made to be devoured. Gi-hun squints into the light, and starts walking toward him. In-ho opens the door, but Gi-hun pauses.

“I’m not a professional, you know that, right? There’s probably someone else you could hire.”

“Why would I want them? You’re a beautiful man and a very good dancer, so I think I’m rather lucky to have some of your time.”

Perhaps it’s the chill in the breeze that turns Gi-hun’s cheeks pink, but In-ho doubts that’s the case. Gi-hun looks hesitantly between him and the car. Up close, in the low light, he looks so much different. He’d wiped his makeup off, but his lips still looked so sweet and pink, like fruit fresh off the vine. His hair wasn’t pinned back anymore, either, falling in soft waves to his shoulders. In-ho’s hands twitch with the urge to touch a dark strand of hair.

“I don’t even know your name,” Gi-hun murmurs. His eyes flick up and down In-ho’s body, then off to the distance.

“It was on my business card.”

“Well, I mean, I think there’s a difference between hearing someone’s name from their mouth and reading it.”

In-ho nods, neglecting to mention he only knows Gi-hun’s name from reading it off his glove.

“My name is In-ho. Hwang In-ho.

“Gi-hun,” he responds. He eyes the car. “Your car is nice.”

“It’s even nicer inside.”

Gi-hun still looks nervous. In-ho raises an eyebrow.

“I’m not going to do anything you don’t want, okay? Just a private show.”

“Just a private show,” Gi-hun parrots.

“You won’t mind conversation, though, on our way to my place?”

Gi-hun shakes his head, and sits on the plush leather seats of In-ho’s car. In-ho joins, the two of them in the back seat. Recruiter glances back at them in the mirror. In-ho gestures at him to roll the partition up. The Recruiter wags his brows, but the partition raises slowly, until opaque glass separates the two of them from him.

In-ho watches Gi-hun squirm for a few moments, then speaks.

“You’re still in your costume,” he says. Gi-hun laughs softly.

“Yeah, uh. It’s my only costume, and I was already in it… honestly, I didn’t want the struggle of putting the corset back on.”

In-ho’s mouth goes dry at the mental image of Gi-hun pulling his corset on, tight around his waist like a strong pair of arms.

“Sounds hard,” he says, crossing his legs.

“Yeah, but it’s a good corset. I don’t want to talk about how much it cost.”

In-ho grins.

“It looks very good on you, though,” In-ho comments, “purchased with the money you made dancing, I assume?”

Gi-hun laughs.

“No, I work as a bartender at the club. The dancing’s just for fun. It makes me feel really good about myself. I used to dance at home a lot, just for fun, but I started dancing at the club after I had my daughter, just to feel like my body’s mine again, you know?”

“After you had your daughter?”

Gi-hun flushes.

“I, uh. I’m divorced, if that’s what’s worrying you. And I was, I mean I am, trans. So I have a…”

Have a what? I’m a visual learner, by the way, In-ho almost says. He tightens his hands into fists, but he can’t stop imagining what the rhinestones of Gi-hun’s corset would feel like, grabbing the man’s waist while he sat on his face, eating his pussy like it’d be the last thing he’d ever do. He smiles genially.

“That’s okay,” he promises, setting his hand on Gi-hun’s knee, “I hired you because you’re a good dancer, yeah? Handsome, too.”

“Thank you… it’s nice to hear that. You’re not too bad looking yourself.”

“I’m a terrible dancer, though,” In-ho laughs.

“Really? You look…”

Gi-hun’s eyes trace In-ho up and down hungrily. He flushes again, running a hand through his hair. In-ho shifts closer to him.

“I bet you could get a new costume with the money from this show,” In-ho purrs. “Something blue, maybe? With slits up the side, to show off those lovely legs.”

Gi-hun turns to face him, soft chest heaving with every breath. He laughs shyly, and extends one of his legs over In-ho’s lap.

“What, these legs?”

In-ho takes his ankle in his hand, surprised at how easily his hand curls around it. Gi-hun is equally surprised, probably at the touch. In-ho pulls Gi-hun’s leg closer, and presses a kiss to the inside of his ankle. Gi-hun gasps, but he doesn’t move away. He keeps his leg there, even as In-ho unclips his seatbelt to lean forward, peppering kisses up to his knee.

“Thought this was just a private show,” Gi-hun breathlessly teases. In-ho sinks his teeth into the meat of his thigh. Gi-hun gasps, and yanks his leg away. Before In-ho can stutter out an apology, Gi-hun’s straddling him, tits barely inches away from his face.

In-ho looks up at him ferally. He curls a hand through Gi-hun’s soft hair and pulls him into a kiss. Their teeth click with mutual eagerness, but In-ho quickly takes control, pressing Gi-hun up against the partition and sliding his tongue into his mouth. Gi-hun tastes like overly sweet soju, a drink for courage, maybe. Gi-hun grabs onto anything he can, one hand against the window, another hand on the partition. In-ho breaks the kiss with a gasp. Gi-hun’s lips are slick with spit.

“I’ll pay you double if you let me eat you out right now,” In-ho pants. Gi-hun laughs breathlessly.

“Aww, and get me dirty before your show?”

In-ho can’t find the words to express how badly he wants Gi-hun right now. He just snarls.

“Don’t be like that. I want to give you a show,” Gi-hun chuckles, “I think you’re the first person to like my dancing this much.” He accentuates his words with a roll of his hips, panties grinding against In-ho’s clothed bulge. In-ho’s hands jump to his waist and hold it tight, barely able to appreciate its perfect, delicate curve.

“If you don’t hike up your skirt…”

Gi-hun’s hand finds the back of his head. He pushes his tits forward, until In-ho’s face is right up against them.

“You can entertain yourself until we’re at your place, I’m sure.”

“I didn’t think you’d be such a fucking tease.”

Gi-hun chuckles awkwardly.

“I didn’t either, but I like this.”

In-ho leans forward. He presses a kiss to the plump curve of Gi-hun’s tit, one of his hands trailing down to grope his ass over his skirt. Gi-hun whines, a little petulant sounding, only encouraging In-ho to kiss more, savoring the warmth of the man’s smooth, perfect skin. He nips his breast softly, and Gi-hun rewards him by rocking his hips against him with a perfect moan. In-ho grabs his ass and guides his pace, until the two of them are grinding against each other, hot and desperate.

On the other side of the partition, the Recruiter is driving with one hand on the wheel, the other palming himself through his slacks. He only hopes that In-ho will bring this dancer along for more rides… and that they won’t notice that he’s been taking nothing but left turns since they started making out.

Gi-hun moans, and hand presses against the partition. The Recruiter signals right. Again.

Oh, they wouldn’t notice a thing.

(Once again, I think I cooked for too long. Bon Appétit :3)

BOY U ATE THIS SO BADDD

also partition is a gihun song in every universe 😤

[thrwne]