#this is a word vomit

[fiendy]

No like talk about it… I think as a continuation of HS epilogues kinda flops but the meat route itself is fun ! Wont even lie like I enjoyed catty evil dirk !

hes sooo funny hes literally a cartoon villain. disassembling and reassembling a gun, fake shooting it, the long monologues, the casual brushing off when other characters notice his interjections into their thoughts. can we go back to the gun thing? so melodramatic i love it. i miss the slightly goofier canon dirk but this machiavellian shtick is really warming up to me. but im confused as to why they wrote so many characters as genuinely unlikeable.

karkat, dave, jake, jane, JADE (poor girl), john sometimes, like... i get wanting more character conflicts but its a little absurd. its unenjoyable purposefully to a fault. creating discomfort in stories for the reader is good, even necessary, but when 80% of your previously delightful cast is distorted into something annoying to make fun of the readers love for the original versions... its so self aggrandizing and self sabotaging.

[tokkionline]

tiktok is giving people brainworms fr. i saw a tiktok of a girl being like if you are ugly then work to fix it with makeup and contouring and face tape and if you dont wanna do it then be ugly and insecure hmmm how about we practice self esteem instead and realize that beauty is subjective

[p1xiemeat]

make a girl smile today.

give her a sword.

[pants-lint]

Just had a Thought and now I'm curious. What's you guy's strangest comfort media? It doesn't have to be strange as in like creepy/fucked up/whatever, it can just be smthn a lil odd.

[wannawriteyouabook]

I would love to rip my own heart out, for a moment, to inspect it. Put it under a magnifying glass and observe every single inch; try to understand why no one would want it; try to excuse the way I act with the scars it has from having to shatter and get put back together again and again. I would hold my heart gently if I could, just so it would know what a warm touch would feel like, just so it wouldn't lead me to the wrong person, next time. Maybe if I learn what a warm touch feels like, I wouldn't feel this cold in my bones all the time.

[unwri-ten]

Apparently being besties with your followers has consequences

[shigarosie]

Izuku keeps cumming prematurely. It's to be expected, really, he was a virgin when you met and he gets worked up easily. You've never held it against him- in fact you find it pretty hot. He always keeps going, though it can be hard for him. Too intense. And embarrassing in his eyes. He's a firm believer in making your partner cum first. So you had to come up with something to help him hold off for a few minutes, for his sake.

That's how you end up on his lap, telling him to talk you through his last homework assignment or his favorite anime. He rambles through equations or plot points in extreme detail while you ride him, asking him questions to keep his focus off of your pussy and on whatever topic he chose. It works pretty well- he doesn't cum within the first fifteen minutes if fucking you, and you think it's hot when he rambles. It's a trait about him that initially attracted you to him in the first place. You love your nerdy little boyfriend and his rambling <3

[shellxrls]

rafe babytrapping you is kind of insane when you think about it cause you’ll be having casual sex and suddenly ur grabbing at his chest and interlocking your ankles behind his back and he just has this moment of realisation like oh .

and the next minute he’s forcing both ur legs behind him into one hand and cumming so deep you can feel it rush into you all warm and gooey, cum sticky on ur soft insides and matted all over where you join together. and he just looks at u with his sick little smirk like <333 and starts patting at ur cheek while you feel him continue to pulse and soften slightly inside of u.

“…rafe,” u look at him all pouty and betrayed knowing you didn’t even try to fight back.

“don’t worry ‘bout it. dad’s gone’ take extra special care of you now alright princess.’

[bluespiritshonour]

You know what would make for a great story? Sokka demanding that Zuko find his space sword (I have personal bias in favour that dark blade mmrrrr, sexy, yeah I'm thirsting over a blade)

Because... Zuko's really good at finding things. He found Aang. The Gaang had been looking for Appa for days—but Zuko found him the day he started looking. He found his mum. He's meant to find things.

And Sokka just bam slam bursts in one day and says “hurry up! We're gonna find my sword. You owe me that much!”

And they go on a nice (or not so nice) little adventure.

[tacticalprincess]

big man prone bone all i can rhink about rn 😞😞😞

:((((!! könig seeing you lazing on the bed all relaxed, soft body barely hidden beneath your tiny clothes, and can’t help but mount you like an animal :( possessiveness inked into the way his broad body fully envelopes yours from behind, the hefty weight of him pinning you to the soft mattress like a paperweight. it makes you feel warm on the outside and inside, to be completely surrounded by him. his musk and cologne filling your lungs, laborious breathing tickling your ear, thick, hairy thighs pressed to the backs of yours, burly arms barricading you in— muscles rippling underneath your fingertips when cling to him oh so desperately before he inevitably has to pin your hands to the bed. a pillow elevates your hips and gives him easier access to your gooey cunt, makes it so you feel like each thrust breaches a new, uncharted territory in your smooth walls, hitting spots that punch obscene noises out of your throat.

grinding into you nice and deep when he’s about to finish, primal instincts to fuck and fill driving his actions. the feeling of his full, taut balls rubbing your over sensitive clit is dizzying, your orgasm being pulled out from you at the prospect of him having all that thick cum stored up just for you :( unintentionally milking his fat cock when your body convulses around him, and he doesn’t stop until it’s gushing out from the sides. falling asleep still sticky and messy with the proof of his claim leaking out of you :(

[cat-eg]

new hbomberguy vid moodboard

[twentyonefirstmates]

i just cannot stop thinking of jon trying so hard to grieve for the real elias after he Finds Out because elias died scared and alone to the same power that destroyed jon, because elias was also forced to watch his own body become entirely alien to him as he became Something Else, because elias and jon have both been tortured and Changed by the same man, because jon might be the only person in the world who understands what happened to him and is definitely the only person in the world who cares.

But also, jon can't think of elias' face without having to choke back a scream, cant utter elias' name without wanting to cry, cant think about elias' body without the feeling of being watched, worms burrowing into his skin, the agony of not being able to remember his friend's face, his mind being broken, hellish flames on his hand, falling from a great height, a knife against his windpipe, plastic fingers against his skin, dying, coming back wrong, darkness beyond everything hes ever known, dirt in his lungs, losing everyone hes ever loved, strings controlling his every move. He cant grieve for elias without grieving for himself. And he know, he knows, he Knows that none of it was ever elias' fault. Elias was just some poor stupid idiot who ended up in an evil place and had his life stolen by an evil man, just like jon. Jon knows elias never actually did anything to him, but he cant forgive him for the things done by his body. He wants to grieve, he tries to grieve, he does grieve. But he can never grieve properly for the man who was lost because he is inseparable from the man who took him.

[mmelolabelle]

Armand is someone who has been has been trained (in brothels, by Marius, and by 500+ years worth of life experience) to adapt himself to what the people around him want. Throughout seasons 1-2, different people get very different versions of Armand, depending on who they are and who’s retelling the story at the time.

It’s the primary way Armand protects himself, whether he’s a teenage sex slave or the oldest, strongest person in the room. It’s how he controls people. Fundamentally, it’s the only way Armand knows to make people love him (an approximation of love at least). Worse, it’s the only way Armand knows how to love — by twisting and contorting himself into whatever form he thinks his current obsession wants or needs him to be. He even does it to his victims for crying out loud.

And then here’s Daniel, who is constantly seeking authenticity and truth. Who’s bullshit detector is never “off”. Who cannot tolerate any kind of masquerade, manipulation or lie – no matter how kind or well intentioned. Not out of any moral or ethical objection, but because Daniel simply cannot leave things well enough alone once something attracts his attention. He has to know. He has to see where it goes and how it ends.

“It’s my job, I’m built this way”

“It’s in your nature, Mr Molloy. Couldn’t get out the door without lobbing one more bomb.”

Daniel knew something was off about “Rashid” from the beginning, so he began to pick the situation in Dubai apart until Armand revealed himself. And then he kept going until he completely destroyed the narrative Armand had spent 77 years constructing.

Daniel deliberately and systematically pulled “Armand, Amadeo, Arun” apart and laid him bare with nothing but but a laptop, some free time, a near-suicidal disregard for his own personal safety and a mouth that just wouldn’t quit.

There’s power in being seen, in being known, ugly parts and all. What would it feel like, to be completely exposed like that for the first time in centuries?

So yeah it makes sense to me that Armand, who puts on all these acts and artifices to draw people in, but which only serve to ensure they’re kept at a distance, would turn his big sad orange eyes on the person who blew them all to smithereens and be all “…I wanna do this forever, actually.”

[miraculouscoccixbite]

Something something Ivan wants Till to look at him.

Something something Till was the first to saw Ivan.

Something something Ivan didn't see Till hesitate

Something something Ivan only allows himself to show his feelings only when Till has his eyes close

Something something eye experiment

Something something matching red dot

Something something the first and final time he see Ivan he can only watch

Something something eyes and Ivantill. Seeing and not seeing

[kevinsdsy]

thinking about kevin day winning his first olympic gold medal.

kevin day who appears to the media as a confident athlete who knows how talented he is. everyone knew the gold medal was only a matter of when he’d get it and not if he gets it— he’s the son of exy after all. they might have seen him a bit stiff in his earlier years and people did not forget about his class i exy interviews in which he confirms he had never been skiing or that the palmetto state foxes’ coach is actually his father— but he has always maintained that kevin day winning smile and his polite composure with the perfect amount of charisma.

but then the US exy team wins the final game at the olympics. it’s the first time he has won the olympic medal and when the final whistle fills his ears, he quite literally drops to his knees, he yells out in celebration, and then when he takes off his helmet he is crying. he has finally done it. he has won the gold medal which he was so determined to win ever since he could remember.

and most people do not know the extend of what he had to sacrifice for it. they don’t realise the extend of how hard he had to work to get back to exy after his hand got broken— both mentally and physically. nor do they know the amount of panic attacks he had to deal with and the same amount of times he had to drown his feelings away with a bottle or three.

and he’s crying. the fans cheer him on. and it’s not just the USA fans— but it feels like the whole stadium starts cheering his name in celebration and support. because at the end of the day that’s kevin day and he has finally done it. he has gotten the medal and it’s literally going to be a historic moment.

andrew makes his way to kevin’s side and he helps kevin take off his gloves like he has done many times before. andrew wants to say something, maybe a remark that will get under kevin’s skin— but then he looks at kevin’s expression and he realises this is all they’ve been building up to for the past years.

and it’s not just kevin who has won the golden medal right now. it’s him too. his team. their team. and they’re all a bit speechless and astonished by this moment. so andrew helps kevin up and neither of them say a word to each other just yet, but kevin feels andrew’s weight shifting into him too— they’re both leaning onto each other; they’re both holding each other up.

[eddiesghxst]

rockstar!eddie who only sees you when he’s in your city. doesn’t tell you when, doesn’t hit you up or anything— you really only know he’s coming because of the plethora of billboards and ads that pop up around the time of the performance.

and he doesn’t even really have to call you to let you know he’ll be coming over, you just know— as soon as eddie lands in your city, you’re his.

that’s how it is, that’s how it’s always been.

and you don’t exactly think you’re the only girl. the only one he flees to when he touches down in a new city— but you’re glad you’re his girl for this city. out of the millions of people he could’ve chose in your town, he chose you and that’s enough to get you to open your door for him post show, let him smoke all your shit and spend hours fucking you.

you don’t bother going to the shows— you did once, hated the scene of bitchy groupies that throw themselves at him and you never went again.

so he just comes to you.

probably doesn’t even bother taking a shower or wiping off all that sweat and liquor from another hectic show, just books it straight to you.

plays house with you for a day or two. calls you his girl, fucks you hard and rough and then slow and soft and then rough again. he says he missed you, doesn’t know how he lasted a year without your pussy, swears he’ll lose his mind if he goes that long without seeing you again. snaps a few photos of you. some cute and wholesome, naked and shying away from the lens with the sun beaming through your window. and the others are raunchy, dirty and gross. you split open on his cock, spread open for him. you on your knees for him, worshiping his cock. you cumming on his tongue. you with his necklace swaying between your tits, sweaty and bruised up neck on display.

he keeps them. tucks them in his pants. probably forgets they’re even there, honestly, only remembers them when they fall out in the next city as he’s pulling his pants back up after fucking some random girl.

feels his chest twist up, thinks about booking a flight to you because despite the fact that he’s a fucking player to his core, he really does have a soft spot for you. you really are his girl. his number one girl, best of them all.

doesn’t matter though. because even though you’re eddie’s girl, he still leaves you for another year. it’s just easier this way, really.