#the way I stopped breathing

[oriflammes]

*breathes attractively*

[cows-wearing-my-sweater]

NEW ATPOAIM WHAT THE FUCK

[frozenfrogz]

There u have it folks

[spammiamm]

NO WAY IM GONNA START SOBBING

ATTENTION TF2 FANS.. COMIC 7 IS REAL AND THEY’RE ACTUALLY WORKING ON IT !!! WE ARE SO BACK.

Original post from Twitter here

[killjoy-toast]

As the #1 one Mary Poppins truther, I legally had no other choice

[mwagneto]

no!!!!!! 8 episodes will kill patient!!!!!!!! he needs 12-24 episodes some of which is light-hearted filler to live!!!!!!!!!!!!

[inklore]

never knew seeing two people touch thumbs would send me into a fucking spiral. yet here we are.

[lixiesfreckless]

no bc no because no because no because no because this is actually insane

      minghao + wax/candle play

— minghao is your best friend with benefits, and you two made a deal to always test one of your fetishes, and you were always willing to fulfill his as well.

WARNINGS: +18, smut, fingering, clit stimulation, nipple play, the candle wax is a specific one, oil play, slight overstimulation, he's so careful 🥺

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

“hao, you’re gonna burn my ass,” you joked the first time he brought it up, eyes wide and a little skeptical as he set the candle down between you two. the idea of him dripping hot wax on you sounded insane, like something that could only be sexy until the second it wasn’t—until it actually hurt. but minghao, being minghao, didn’t push. just raised an eyebrow, a smirk teasing the corners of his mouth like he knew something you didn’t. and of course, he did.

now, laying beneath him, your back arched, nipples taut and sensitive, you’re not sure why you ever doubted it. the heat of the wax as it dripped, that slow, steady burn, was almost too much—almost. but just enough to have you gasping, your jaw slack, eyes rolling behind your eyelids as you felt the warmth seep into your skin.

“fuck—minghao,” you could feel his eyes on you, watching your every reaction. the candle he brought wasn’t some cheap thing you pull out when the power goes out—it was something specific, something he researched. because of course he would. the wax didn’t scald, didn’t burn like you’d thought, but melted into this massage oil when he smeared it over your skin, making it glisten in the yellow light of his room.

“you like that?” he murmured, his voice low, teasing as the warm oil pooled between your breasts, and his fingers smeared it down over your ribs, sliding lower. “told you i wouldn’t hurt you.”

you couldn’t even form words at this point, too lost in the sensation of his fingers pressing into your skin, slick with the oil, and the way the heat seemed to spread through you. your legs were already spread wide, hips arching up, begging for more before you even realized it.

his fingers traced over your skin like he had all the time in the world, focused, and maddeningly slow. when he finally, finally let his fingers slide between your legs, you could’ve cried from the relief, the way his thumb pressed against your clit, slick and warm. “fuck—hao, please—”

he chuckled softly, and dipped his fingers lower, dragging the oil over your folds. “so needy. and here you were, all scared i’d burn you.” he didn’t stop though, didn’t pull away, just pressed the pad of his thumb down harder, slow circles over your clit as his other hand slid back up to your chest, tweaking a nipple between his fingers.

the mix—the heat from the wax, the firm pressure of his fingers—was a lot, but in the best way. every nerve in your body felt alive. “minghao, fuck,” you gasped again, hips bucking up against his hand, needing more, needing him inside you, needing anything.

but he was still taking his time, watching you with that same half-smirk on his face like he was enjoying this even more than you were. “you’re so fucking pretty like this,” he muttered, thumb pressing down harder against your clit as he finally slid two fingers inside you.

your back arched off the bed, the orgasm building inside you like a coil tightening, and you couldn’t stop the moans falling from your lips. his other hand stayed on your chest, playing with your nipples, fingers slick with the oil, adding to the warmth, the pleasure.

“shit, hao, i’m—” you couldn’t even finish your sentence, too lost in the way his fingers felt inside you, the way his thumb kept working your clit. everything felt so good, so fucking good, and you knew you were close, knew you weren’t going to last much longer.

he seemed to know too, because he sped up, fingers fucking into you harder, faster, while his thumb kept that steady, maddening pressure on your clit. “cum, honey,” he whispered, and oh, his velvety voice... that was all it took for you to fall apart.

your whole body tensed, then shuddered, legs trembling as you came hard around his fingers, moaning his name like it was the only thing you knew how to say. minghao didn’t stop though, kept his fingers moving inside you, drawing out your orgasm until you were gasping, thighs shaking, body spent.

finally, he pulled his fingers out, but not before dragging them over your swollen clit one last time, making you whimper from the overstimulation. he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your hip, then up to your belly, chest, until his lips were hovering over yours, a smug grin on his face. “see? told you it’d be worth it.”

[nerdyspies]

thank you starkid for telling jon matteson to tone down his pleas and sobs in the cast recording of npmd cuz if i had to hear richie's voice cracking and shaking as he begs max to spare him everytime i wanted to listen to that song id kill myself

[i-dreamed-i-had-a-son]

jon val jon or something

[casualavocados]

You've never done that when I got close to you before. Why? None of your business. Tell me, or you can't leave.

KISEKI: DEAR TO ME Ep. 10

[starry-bi-sky]

im on my hadestown bullshit again but im also still on my SVSSS bullshit too so au where Shen Yuan gets transmigrated into a nameless NPC sometime after Bingge merges the realms and becomes the demonic emperor over like, basically everyone. And Shen Yuan manages to become an immortal cultivator and has a few years to himself to explore the world he's in, conveniently avoiding Bingge the whole time. Until eventually Shen Yuan joins what is essentially a traveling theater group.

They all love the strange stories he tells, ones he claimed he learned from far away places, and eventually ask him to write one as a play so that they can share it with the world. He does one better and writes a musical and slightly xianxia-izes Hadestown so it fits with the times better.

Eventually they learn everything, the music is st up, their lines learned, and the group rents out some kind of low-class stage for a night in a town that's neither too big nor too small. One that Bingge is conveniently passing through.

The actor for Orpheus falls 'sick' the opening night, and Shen Yuan gets convinced into taking the role by his. He has the prettiest voice, and he knows Orpheus' lines and character the best! Shen Yuan agrees.

Bingge attends that night too, and sits in the far back, in a seat where nobody can see him that well.

There is nothing to prepare him for the Tale of Orpheus and Eurydice.

Not the actor, who looks distressingly, uncannily similar to Shen Qingqiu, from the sharp curve of his jaw to the sound of his voice. It's Shen Yuan's saving grace that he has just enough differences that Bingge doesn't fly to his feet immediately.

Not the character Orpheus either. Who shares a distressingly similar worldview to the one Bingge once had a long, long time ago. A young man, a boy really, with so much hope for the world around him to near the point of naivety. Who believes that there is still good in the world and the people around him.

There's nothing to prepare him for Epic III. A song the lone Orpheus sings to convince Hades to let him and Eurydice go, one that rends Bingge of his flesh and leaves him feeling raw and wanting.

Suddenly he's no longer watching the stage; he's on it, standing in Hades' place, jaded and bitter and cold and reigning over all. Having become cruel like Shen Qingqiu once was. He stands in Hades' place, tall and imposing and powerful.

And there is a shadow of the past sitting at his feet. A boy in love with the world looking up at him, stripping him down to his soul, and asking him where he's been. Bingge stands in Hades' place, and just like that, becomes a man again.

[galfromearth-22191]

The way these two were in the SAME room yet didn’t say not one word to each other is diabolical

Cause what do you mean, the guy that can create his own take on a super advanced piece of futuristic tech (while being a 70’s dude) would not be down to hang out with the girl whose spider abilities revolve around her tech savviness?

What do you mean Hobie wouldn’t be down to learn how the tech in her world operates cause it’s a whole 180 from the things he calls technology in his world?

What do you mean these two didn’t share a ‘More black spiders!’ moment when they first met? These two look out for each other through the good, bad, and ugly hello??

Y’all cannot tell the these two didn’t at least talk once cause Margo was one of the first people enlisted for the society, therefore they’ve had to cross paths at some point in time when Hobie was there for some time. They’ve seen each other before. And they’ve spoken, end of discussion

[royaltea000]

When your disciples make you wanna drink but you’re a monk

[jakeperalta]

one of my favourite types of taylor swift song is the over the top, corny, wholehearted love songs. the sillier and sweeter and more full of joy the better. london boy, paris, stay stay stay, paper rings, jump then fall etc. I want my love songs at maximum earnestness and cringe!!

[arcane-caitvi]

....let's slow this riggggght down (as a little treat)