#thank you for indulging me !!!!!!

[angelcake10023]

//CW…. Slightly Suggestive (?) ⚠️

Don’t dish it out if you can’t take it, Tang! 🔥

Bonus

They ain’t subtle

Not one bit

[tired-biscuit]

Wolverine seeing people are into the whole "mark me so people know you're mine" stuff and he ends up biting your shoulder so hard in the heat of the moment you have to go to the ER and end up with stitches lmao

18+ MDNI, fem!reader

i imagine it’s you who suggests that you incorporate it in bed, but logan being logan, he’s immediately shutting you down with the excuse that he (preferably) wants to keep you alive after he’s done having sex with you, and is refusing to continue the conversation despite the fact that you’re shoving the smutty book that you’d been reading right into his grouchy face, furiously trying to point to the paragraph where the specific scene is unfolding.

you huff and give in eventually — it’d be nonsense to keep hitting your head against a brick wall, after all. however, later that same night when he’s got you underneath him again; naked and burning hot, moaning nonsense and wiggling your hips in time to the rough swing of his… you’re starting all over again.

in your half-delirious state, you’ve somehow ended up begging him to do it. and to make matters even worse: you’re so fucking desperate with it. clinging onto his broad shoulders, using your whiny voice, looking up at him so pleadingly while those pretty tears keep on glimmering inside your eyes but never quite manage to spill down your heated cheeks. using all your weapons.

and fuck, that’s not all of it either. he can feel your pussy squeezing around him, trying to milk him as yet another form of persuasion. wet and hot and persistent. sucking him in, making his balls tighten and his thighs clench to the brink of pain so that he can refrain from spilling into you too soon. it makes his brain glitch; makes it switch to something a bit more animalistic and not nearly as cautious as he’d like it to be.

so he sinks his teeth into you to make you stop, to make himself stop. he sinks them in deep.

the taste of your blood that coats his tongue afterwards makes his stomach twist with a weird mixture of regret and excitement. he knows how to patch you up — quite fast, too — but he’s so worried about the entire situation (that he, himself has allowed to escalate) that he still forces you to pay a visit to the hospital anyway.

by the time you’re allowed to go back home, he’s trying his hardest not to be moody and act like an ass about it.

still, even with the ‘little’ mishap, the look on your face seems to be oddly satisfied as you sleep cuddled up extra closely to him that night — one reason behind it being that you have to share a pillow now because he’d accidentally shredded yours the moment he came and his claws pushed out from between his knuckles without a single warning.

and that causes him to worry even more.

[sendpseuds]

Yes runaway romba very self explanatory but just for the audience what does that mean.

Almost every weekday for the past eight years, Obi-Wan Kenobi has walked the same route to work. It’s not far, a little over a mile, though everyone else at the firm seems to think he’s insane for making the daily trek in a full suit.

It’s peaceful, the stroll through quiet neighborhoods and tree lines streets, the bustle of his favorite cafe and their perfect London fog latte, the fresh air and sound of songbirds.

More often than not the walk is uneventful, sometimes he doesn’t even see another person, but there has been the occasional note worthy trek — the time he witnessed a hit and run and needed to stay to speak with the police, the time he pulled a kitten out of a tree, the time he showed up to the office soaking wet after offering his umbrella to a little old lady — but Obi-Wan has never encountered anything quite like this.

The moment he’d turned onto Temple Street he saw it.

A roomba.

A rogue robot vacuum rolling down the street far faster than Obi-Wan has ever seen one of these mechanical maids move, especially over the uneven terrain on the side walk.

“Well, hold on a moment little fellow,” Obi-Wan says as if the droid can hear him, hastening his steps to catch up, “What are you doing out here?”

The closer he gets, the faster little thing moves but it only takes a block to catch up, grabbing the roomba firmly and lifting it off the ground.

Immediately, alarms begin to pour from the disk shaped robot, beeping and screaming, its wheels whirring faster like it’s trying to escape.

“Calm down,” Obi-Wan exclaims nonsensically, tightening his grip and trying to hold on, “I’m trying to help! I’m trying to get you home.”

That seems to soothe the little bot somewhat, the blaring sounds quieting to a series of slightly annoyed sounding chirps and beeps.

“There we are,” Obi-Wan laughs, turning the vacuum over in his hands as is to make sure the droid hadn’t injured itself, “That’s much better don’t you—“

Then he notices it.

A strip of duct tape stuck to the roomba’s undercarriage with a note scribbled in sharpie—

If found, please return to Anakin Skywalker

[part two]

[itsbeenmyhonor]

i saw an instagram post of this ballet couple and it's actually making me feral ????? i didn't know i needed a "riorgail as ballet dancers" fantasy but oh my god ?????? hold on tight y'all.

imagine:

empty studios with low lights, late at night. he's in nothing but tight shorts and she's in her leotard. the room is warm, always so warm. but they don't care and have been in there for ages, even after their hours of other rehearsals for the day. she's a soloist and he's a principal with the company and he has made it his personal mission to help her ascend the ranks since she was in the corps and he was a soloist because he truly believes in her talent. it doesn't matter how tired he is, he will always stays late with her to work on technique, partnering, whatever she wants, but only when she asks. he's always praising her and constantly finding any excuse to call her pretty through complementing how she moves. he's loves teaching her new skills and gets so excited the first time she nails them, which is usually faster than the average dancer because she's so dedicated. and his heart sings every time she says she can't wait to show him how much better one of them has gotten since last time he saw her do it. and she teaches him too, each of their little meetings is full of choreography she dreams up, trying it out with him to see what works and what doesn't. this is how they truly learn each other's minds, bodies, souls. what the art really means to them, what they mean to each other. it's no surprise that they dance their very best with each other because they have the most trust in one another. whether it's in front of an audience or just the two of them, they always have an electric chemistry, gibing each other everything in their performances, even when it's only for a mirror. AND THE MIRROR! don't even get me started! constantly staring. like always. warming up, class, rehearsals, their own little practice sessions. always. she's stabbed herself with a needle while sewing the ribbons onto her pointe shoes before because she got distracted when she caught his gaze in the mirror. and they always stand next to each other at barre. they usually get there early to stretch together and talk before class prevents them from doing so for a couple hours. and they're also usually struggling not to get distracted in said class but they can't imagine standing apart for that long. and when they're in different rehearsals throughout the day, they make up for it by spending hours with their hands on each other after. bare chest, open back leotard. hand in hand, to balance her or with her fingers wrapped around his to do a turn. quite literally throwing her around sometimes in various lifts. he's never dropped her. he refuses to. and sometimes they have moments while practicing their pas de deuxs where they'll abandon the choreography completely and just dance. something sacred in how it's unrehearsed and unhurried. two forms intertwining as one within whatever classical music envelops them that night. she somehow always ends up lifted into his arms. he slides her down his body and pulls her into the most soul-crushingly beautiful kiss. she often tries to rise up onto her toes to meet him and even though she's still shorter than he is, the angle is always just perfect. that part is very well rehearsed. and when it's done and they're breathless from the dancing or the utter lack there of, he'll help her untie the ribbons around her ankles and knead at her calves, kneeling between the straddle she makes with her legs to stretch as she digs her fingers into some place in his neck that feels divine every time. they press their sweat slicked foreheads together, just breathing, sometimes dotting balm onto each other to help their sore muscles. she always bundles both of them up in their layers so their muscles don't get cold on the way home and forces him to drink water on the way out because he forgets in his desire to make sure she's taken care of first. and they do it all again the next day. <3

[enjoythesilentworld]

Wilmon + "You weren't supposed to fucking see this"💅

Simon 😭 thank you soo much for this. more Crime AU for you 🩸 (i wrote this on my lunch break very quickly so don't look too close. also i changed one word i hope that's okay)

"You weren't supposed to fucking see that," Wilhelm growled, backing Simon up against the wall, the hand on Simon’s chest slowly creeping up towards his neck. The decorative molding dug into Simon’s spine, but he kept his chin lifted and met Wilhelm’s eyes, refusing to be afraid of the man, despite what he’d seen, what he now had proof of. 

In less than half a second, like the flip of a switch, Wilhelm’s face softened, and he asked in a sultry drawl, “What did I tell you about following me around, little lamb?”

“What did I tell you about not calling me that?” Simon snapped, pushing Wilhelm off of him. 

The man chuckled and stepped right back into Simon’s space, though he kept his hands to himself this time. Simon only wished for half a second to have those hands back on him, on his chest, around his neck, the skin still tingling where Wilhelm had touched. 

He should not have come here. He should’ve gone straight to Madison, or to the chief. This was what he’d been looking for, the bit of evidence he needed, and yet— 

And yet, here he was again, alone in a room with Wilhelm, eyes flickering between the man’s dark eyes and his pink lips, wondering what was so fucking addictive about him. 

“Give me one good reason I shouldn’t release these to the press,” Simon challenged, watching with pleasure as Wilhelm’s steady facade faltered ever so slightly. So close to him, Simon could see the subtle twitch of his left eye, the bob of his throat. 

“I can give you a few,” Wilhelm mumbled, inching forward. One hand reached out, slowly moving towards Simon’s face, and Simon cursed himself as he felt himself sway towards it. The hand skipped him though, instead pressing into the wall, blocking off Simon’s one escape from the room. 

Breathlessly, Simon asked, “Yeah?” 

The wry, almost evil smirk grew on Wilhelm’s face, and Simon’s eyes locked on his lips as they moved closer and closer. 

Those pictures on the ground were just the excuse. Simon knew the real reason he’d come here, the real reason he’d keep coming back. The anticipation burned away at him, just another inch and— 

“How’s that father of yours doing, Simon?” 

[lestats-groupie]

do you think devils minion is ACTUALLY confirmed or are we all just wishful thinking 👀

I really think its going to be a thing!!! Its not wishful thinking at all??

I can feel it in my kidney anon!

Imagine being that fan who's never read the books. Because I find it a bigger treat for them!

Reasons why I think its not wishful thinking:

Its just how they're going to bring these two together is what I'm curious about that is all.

I know we will get more DANIEL/ARMAND interaction because of Eric and Luke making interesting comments in their interviews something that hints with Luke coming back is him interested on experimenting with getting a Mulle like Eric had in the 80s. ^U^

Both Eric and Assad he have teased it and you can see everyone's shit eating grin about it so??

Right now we are only use to this ship in fanfiction even to be honest with their base story in the Anne Rice books, they have always had a big fanfiction presence and growing up I'd always hear of them being the foundation as a ship for a lot of people.

It would be really nice ;;!

I mean the way I think they're going about it is the unsuspected the slowest of burn.

I find it poetic that when Armand finally meets the one he doesnt believe it. How tragic is that???

[arlerts-angel]

um wait armin w neglect kink… if you don’t like this don’t respond because i don’t want to be embarrassed

you’re super horny whining and begging for his attention and he’s just completely ignoring you!!! it’s so out of character for him because he’s usually so so loving and sweet and takes such good care of you and now he’s not paying attention to you at all :(

you secretly know it’s because you started a stupid argument with him yesterday and never apologized… yes you were being a brat but this isn’t fair!!!

maybe you end up riding his thigh and yet… he still won’t look at you. the only indication that he’s even enjoying this is that he’s hard in his sweatpants, and that his fingers tense slightly at the noises you make while he tries to focus on his work on the computer :((((

but if you apologize he’ll fuck you within an inch of your life to make up for his neglect :3

HEAD IN MY HANDS!!!! oh my god 😩

imagine his inner conflict in this situation too omg. DESPERATE to give you the attention you need want (because we all know he's all about giving!!!), to be the one who gets you off, but there's something gratifying about neglecting your neediness to him.

maybe it's hearing how much you want and need him, or the way you're so desperate for his touch that you'll get yourself off on his thigh... all while a blubbering mess, half apologizing as you're cumming <3

tagging a few babes who might enjoy: @ambassadorarlert @heliiacus @sukunascrustyfinger @drinklavalamps @ringsofsaturnnnn

[canisalbus]

Followed u on twitter before I saw that u had a tumblr it was such a pleasant surprise to be able to read all the dog lore. Your love for Machete and Vasco is so infectious I love these little guys!!

That's so nice to hear! Yeah, twitter is an art only space, this is where I come to act unabashedly rabid about them.

[guopei]

i love gay halloween

[jamiesfootball]

What is one of your favorite whump tropes?

oh hohohohooooo there are SO MANY.

Top fave that came to mind? When the strong character, the one who is so good at toughing things out, the one who has Seen Some Shit and been through hell before so obviously they'll be fine. Like, they're a resilient little fucker - of course they'll make it.

And then the rescue comes and none of that is left.

They can't talk through the pain, they can't lift themselves off the floor, they don't even seem aware of what's going on anymore. Whether it was a person who hurt them, or a disaster, or just an accident, the whump has won. Whoever's come to the rescue, they can barely recognize them in this state. All they can do is bring the character to safety, hold their hand, and pray to whatever's listening that their friend makes it through.

That's the good shit.

[chickenwithsandalson]

FUCK i accidentally send the ask before I wrote the whole thing. i think u should draw more of ur battery charged roy : ) hes very silly

self care is hiding underneath the kitchen sink for hours and being very angry at nothing. in two different artstyles

[from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras]

Alright, so this year you wrote a lot about Háma, who is understandably your favorite Blohirrim. You wrote sweet stuff, sad stuff, happy stuff, devastating stuff, even spicy stuff🥵, all of which I warmly recommend reading!

We've learned a bit about his family, his youth, his job, his death, his wife, his children, even about his grandma and favorite treats!

But unless I'm mistaken, you haven't told us a lot about his horse(s). Do you have any Háma-horsey HCs you'd like to share when you have time?

Or if you already did, please tell us where to read about it?

Thank you, as always, for the excuse to think/talk more about Háma, who is my one blorbo to rule them all! ❤️❤️❤️

We don’t hear much about Háma’s horse because he’s fairly stationary in the story — as a king’s guard, he’s around Edoras most of the time and, more specifically, keeping watch at the door of Meduseld. But of course he had a horse, one that he rode a *lot* when he was a younger man who was a member of his local eored and that was still his mount right up until his death.

Her name was Ánhýdig, which means both “resolute” but also “stubborn,” and she was something of a handful. She almost failed out of the training program for horses for the riders of Edoras because she was extremely headstrong and more than a little grumpy — she did what she wanted, when she wanted, and she was known to bite or kick both the other horses and the trainers with some regularity. But for some unexplained reason, she tolerated Háma alone. As a result, she got assigned to him almost be default, but he came to cherish her deeply (“I love a girl with personality!”) and brought out the best in her. She was lightning fast and an excellent jumper, and together they won a fair number of competitions around Edoras. I like to picture her as a leopard Appaloosa because I think they’re super distinctive and cool, much like Háma himself. 

She was getting older by the time he was appointed to the king’s guard, so the reduced need for her was probably for the best. But he still rode every day, going down to the city gates to check on the guards there and sometimes taking the chance to run out for a gallop in the open fields beyond the gates. And he was still sometimes called to the stable or the paddocks because she was giving hell to the stablehands and no one could get her to cooperate except for him.

When he died, she was brought back to Edoras, riderless, and she was retired since no one else could handle her. His wife took over her care and maintenance, and they discovered that Ánhýdig extended her inexplicable and unique affection for Háma to his daughter, and so that’s the old, grumpy mare that became Hálwinë’s first horse and the one that taught her how to ride!

[ninyard]

i saw your tags in a recent post so TELL US ABOIT YOUR OC!!!

I’m gonna use this as an excuse to talk about one of my ocs lilya if that’s okay (as with everything I write EVER this got way too long but…here it is anyway)

- Lilya Lebedev

- 25

- striker for an east coast pro team, but shes getting frustrated that she hasn’t been signed for the US Court yet

- used to be a Raven

Lilya was young when she joined the Raven lineup - freshly 18, she was scouted from her private school team, she’s nimble and quick, and even then the Raven’s recognised her dirty style of playing that got her signed so young.

She was a freshman at the same time as Paris, and they were partners for the year he was there, but after he transferred she switched between a couple of partners before settling with someone in her third year. From the get go she was a hard ass, she took no shit, but kept in line. She was quiet enough that she kept herself in the shadows when it came to punishments, but good enough that she always had eyes on her when she played. Her attitude was typical of a Raven, a stone cold bitch when she had to be but subservient when necessary. One time as a fourth year she got into a fight with a backliner that resulted in her nose being broken, and there really kicked off her simmering resentment against the Ravens.

She was straight into one of the top pro teams when she graduated, naturally. While it was initially hard to adjust, she realised that her difficulties came from a totally opposite side as her old teammates’ did. She finds it extremely overwhelming to have someone by her side constantly. When she graduated, she had a roommate who understood to some degree her needs when it came to having someone with her all the time, but she very quickly got over it when she remembered how obnoxious she found people outside of the Ravens. They were never alone because it mattered to the game; having someone by her side constantly who wanted to talk about life and feelings and things other than Exy was a nightmare.

She has a weird relationship with intimacy and sexuality. She’s bisexual, which she’s known since she was a kid, but the only women she’s been with were Raven’s, and the men she’s been with end up being terrible people most of the time. She’s an awful person to go on a date with; if she’s hooking up with someone, she doesn’t want to talk to them before or afterwards. She ghosts people like there’s no tomorrow. She has never entertained the idea of a relationship or being with someone more than once, and avoids feelings like the PLAGUE. (That changes when she meets June, the goalkeeper for her pro team - but it takes a whole lot of patience to get there)

She kept the strict diet, and the sleeping habits, and 90% of the time when she’s not at home she’s either at the gym or in the court. She lives alone, and never got back in contact with her family. People on her team try to get close to her but she doesn’t let them.

She found a lot of peace in finally being alone, and really keeps to herself on the team. Being alone in a room with another person stresses her out like crazy, but the first time she ever had an anxiety attack after the Nest was when Paris was signed to the same team as her. He had been away from the Raven’s for a while and hadn’t been there long enough for the partner thing to have a huge effect on him, but he asked her if she needed a partner, and speaking to someone she considered to be another Raven sent her into a meltdown.

Lilya never dealt with the abuse that she personally faced, never accepted that it happened to her, and honestly she blocked out a lot of what happened in the nest for her own sake. So seeing a Raven sends her into fight or flight, like she was suddenly remembering everything at once. Because of this she avoids Paris as much as possible, but if he’s anything, he’s persistent.

When all of the truth starts to come out about the Raven’s, she’s angry at herself for not wanting to defend them. Her and Paris are mostly polar opposites in their relationship with EA. Paris hates them, he hates who they are culturally and as people, and sees very little value in them as a team. On the flip side, he recognises how good they were at finding and developing talent. Lilya is adamant on ignoring how she truly feels about the Ravens, and is dead set on changing Paris’ mind about them, because in a twisted way she hates them while still idolising them. If they have to talk, they avoid talking about the Ravens, because every time it comes up they butt heads like crazy.

They only start getting along after a post-game interview where an interviewer asks Lilya an insanely intrusive question and Paris goes OFF on them for it, defending her and calling out the interviewer. They try to work through their problems, and Paris sees the crack in her facade, finally seeing how fucked up her thought process about them is, how fucked up the things she went through are.

I gotta stop myself but…. There she is. Miss Lilya.

[navybrat817]

Lovelies, thank you for indulging in my nonsense ramblings and ficlets this weekend. I appreciate you all and hope I didn't annoy the hell out of you. ❤️

[tyfinn]

Had a conversation with my mother that turned sideways in a matter of minutes. I feel the need to write what happened. I'm not asking for sympathy or criticism. I just need to get this off my chest.

TW/CW: Walking away from a toxic parent

Mom: "Wow- it's been so long since I've heard from you, I thought you were dead."

Silence.

Me: "I don't know how to respond to that."

Mother: "I'm just saying it would be nice to hear from my children from time to time."

Me: "I'm not dead, and the phones go both ways, Mom."

Mother: "I never know when to call you!"

Me: "I'm home every evening and weekends. I'm not having this conversation with you again."

Silence.

Mother: "Now you're pissed and I won't hear from you in another six months. Have a nice week! Thanks for calling!"

One of my therapists once told me to not engage when a toxic person pushes you. It does work, and they get very mad when you don't engage. Case in point.

To be fair, it has been six months since I've seen her. It is complicated.

Today, however, was different.

Today I believe the fractured relationship with my mother is finally beyond repair this time. It has been deteriorating for a number of years now.

There have been many "breaking points" throughout the years. Four years ago I thought it was done. I spoke to my uncle, and he told me, "she's your mother, she's family, and you need to keep trying." So I did.

I've been trying for years. I was forced to grow up and be the adult in our relationship since I was seven.

I got where I am today because I have worked my ass off. I never asked for help, and any success I achieved was viewed as me being better than everyone else.

I'm tired. I'm beyond tired.

I don't want to keep trying anymore.

I don't want to feel obligated to celebrate birthdays, mother's days, and holidays with someone who does not want to know anything about me or what is happening in my life.

For years I have struggled anytime I receive compliments, or when anyone offers me support. But I'm trying to do better. I have a husband, best friend, nieces and nephews, and a found-family who all love me very much.

I found AMAZING support from fellow writers after I started writing. Many of whom I now consider my friends. They know me better than my family, check in on me (and I do them, as well), and make me feel good about who I am. Thank you all for reading my words and encouraging me to continue.

I realize now, that encouragement was lacking while growing up.

My mother was a single mother who struggled with depression and alcoholism. She chose her second husband over her children. I know now she did the best she could back then. Unfortunately, words have been said that cannot be unsaid, time has passed that cannot be given back, and no amount of me forgiving her can make her have an interest in my life.

I've read books on toxic parenting and toxic relationships.

Sometimes you have to walk away from that toxicity in order to keep your mental health in check.

I'm choosing to do that, and I know what the consequences of that may be. I'm choosing to walk away from a family I am not close to.

I need to do what is best for me and my well-being.

I'm okay with that. I've been okay with that for years now.