#this is just a little something

[winfreak]

Sam stands in a small gas station bathroom, her dirty white sundress hugging her curves in all the wrong places. The dress is too short for her long legs, exposing more of her skin than she's comfortable with. She catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror and sees the reflection of Dean hovering behind her.

He reaches out and brushes her hair aside, his fingers lingering on her bare shoulder. She winces, her discomfort growing as she feels his breath on her neck. It's warm outside, even warmer in the stuffy bathroom, her skin slick and sticky.

Sam tries to move away from Dean, but he wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him. His touch is rough, possessive even, as he whispers in her ear.

“You know you look good in this dress, don’t you?” he says, his voice low and gravelly.

Sam sighs, resigned to let Dean do as he pleases. "I'm growing out of it. Need to get something that fits."

Dean chuckles, his grip on her waist tightening. "I don't know, I think it fits just fine," he says, his eyes roaming over her body in the mirror. "Besides, I kind of like it when your clothes are a little too tight."

Sam squirms in Dean's hold, growing more uncomfortable. She fidgets, hands tugging at the hem of her dress like that'll fix anything. "We should go, De. Dad's waiting."

Dean tightens his grip on her, his fingers digging into her skin. "Dad can wait a few more minutes," he says, his voice dark. "I'm not done with you yet."

Sam’s heart pounds in her chest as she tries to squirm free from Dean's grasp, but he's too strong. He pushes her up against the mirror between the sinks , trapping her there.

Sam whimpers, face pressed against the cold glass. It feels grimy against her skin, unclean. "Dean-"

Dean presses his body against hers, pinning her. "Shut up," he growls, his voice low and commanding.

Sam can feel his breath on the back of her neck, his fingers gripping her wrists forcefully. She tries to struggle, but it’s pointless. Dean is too strong, too stubborn. She’s trapped.

It's not the first time Dean's done this, and it most certainly won't be the last. In a way, his words rang true. From the day Dean pulled her from the fire, she belong to him. She was his to care for, his to protect, his to own.

Despite the danger, there's a small, twisted part of her that finds comfort in the possessiveness. Dean's obsession with her has always been intense and consuming, but it’s the only thing she's ever known.

He leans in closer, his lips brushing against her ear.

"You’re mine," he whispers again, his voice low and dangerous. "You always have been, and you always will be. Understood?"

Sam nods, shutting her eyes when Dean lifts the back of her dress. She shivers, part desire part dread, not quite sure if it's butterflies or anxiety she's feeling in her stomach.

Dean's eyes roam over her body, his fingers tracing the exposed skin with a slow, deliberate touch. He snaps the band of her underwear where it meets thigh, tugging it. He leans in, his breath hot against her ear.

"You look so beautiful like this," he whispers, his voice filled with a dark, impossible need. "All mine."

His touch is possessive, almost violent as he turns her around so he can look her in the face.

Sam's pliant in Dean's hold, a doll for him to pose, to play with. Her head falls back against the mirror, eyes half open.

Dean smiles at the sight of her, his eyes dark and hungry. "That's a good girl," he says, his voice low and rough.

He runs his fingers over her bare skin, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He leans in closer, his lips only a breath away from hers.

"Say it," he orders. "Say that you're mine."

Briefly, Sam thinks it sounds almost desperate, like he's trying to hold on to something slipping away. And isn't that a thought, Sam getting away.

"Yours, Dean. Always yours."

Dean’s grip on her tightens, satisfied. "That's right," he growls. "You're mine. And don’t you ever forget it."

He leans in, his lips descending on hers in a rough, possessive kiss. His hands roam over her body, claiming her as his own with each touch.

Sam whimpers, her breath being stolen from her. Then again, was it ever even hers?

There's no escape, no way to resist Dean's possessive desire. He owns her, body and soul, and she knows it. Even still, she thinks she might try.

[habizuh-studios]

TGCF in Hua Cheng's POV?!

More likely than you think. Part 1, Book 1

---------------- “Crimson Rain,” Hua Cheng hears in his spiritual communication array. He’s been so bored lately. The only semi-interesting thing that had happened was him pummeling Qi Rong to the ground in his own city, so he’s excited to hear something.“I have good news for you,” he says. He more excited than usual. “So good that you have to contact me this way?” Hua Cheng says with a smirk. “To the point of having to use that stupid password, yes,” He Xuan probably rolls his eyes. “But I’ll get straight to the point. His Highness, the Crown Prince of Xianle, has ascended to Heaven once again.” Hua Cheng’s eyes go wide hearing that. His Royal Highness… Part of him wishes he found him earlier. The rest of him, however, is quietly celebrating. He brings his hand down from when it was resting on his temple and closes it into a fist. His head hangs down a little bit and he closes his eyes. He smiles- a true, genuine smile. It may be ugly, with too sharp teeth and crooked, but it’s genuine. It took so long… “Hua Cheng, what are you doing?” He Xuan’s annoying monotone voice breaks his euphoric stupor. Fuck He Xuan. “You don’t even know where he currently is.” “... Aren’t you going to tell me?” “Yes,” He Xuan says. How Hua Cheng can hear the joy in He Xuan’s voice. It’s uncharacteristic, but he doesn’t really care at the moment. “But not for free. He has caused quite the property damage from his ascension alone. Sent a clock flying towards General Xuan Zhen, destroyed General Nan Yang’s palace… He’s in a lot of debt. Now he’s doing a mission in the mortal realm to pay it off.” Hua Cheng thinks that this is very convenient. His good luck was actually worth something! “Hua Cheng, don’t you want to know where he-” “Free food, five months. I’ll feed your bonefish for two months. Anything else for them, one. Nothing to your debt.” “Ehem, pardon?” “You heard me. Do we have a deal, He Xuan?” “DEAL. He should be near the mountain of Yu Jun, at a tea shop… Small Shop of Chance Encounters. Fitting name, isn’t it? Anyway, he’s going to solving that Ghost Groom case some people were praying about. Maybe he’ll even ride in the bridal sedan…” “6 months of free food.” Hua Cheng can hear how much smile is in He Xuan’s voice. It’s disgusting, honestly, and he honestly pities him. That does not matter right now, however. What does matter is His Highness. He will not throw away this chance no matter how much it costs him. Just to see him once is all he asks for.

[goldensunset]

if someone is talking about how much they love their parents do not jump in and start venting about your issues with your parents. if someone is venting about their issues with their parents do not jump in and start talking about how much you love your parents. peace and love amen swag city

[icewindandboringhorror]

(also feel free in the tags to clarify Why you made the choice you made!! :0c)

[hansoeii]

It was affection.

[fantasmadelaciudad]

i'll be honest thinking about las vegas makes me nauseous.

[frankierotwinkdeath]

Y’all want Taylor Swift to be gay so bad but you won’t even write femslash about her

[reillymackay]

ogh my fucking god man.

[badolmen]

WARNING 18+

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[luwha]

Not telling y'all that you should be able to identify AI slop (but it is a valuable skill, you totes should), but if you're to be accusing artists of being AI left and right at least go and do your homework, or at least do the bare minimum and use AI identification tools like Hive Moderation, so you 1- don't ruin someone's lifehood 2- don't make a clown out of yourself maybe

Like, i get it, AI slop and "AI artists" pretending to be genuine is getting harder and harder to identify, but just accusing someone out of the blue and calling it a day doesn't make it any better.

The AI clowns shifted to styles that have less "tells" and the AI arts are becoming better. Yeah, it sucks ass.

They're also integrating them with memes, so you chuckle and share, like those knights with pink backgrounds, some cool frog and a funny one liner, so you get used to their aesthetic.

This is an art from the new coming set Final Fantasy for MtG. This is someone on Reddit accusing someone of using AI. From what i can tell, and i fucking hate AI, there is NO AI used on this image.

As far as i can tell and as far as any tool i've used, the Artist didn't use AI. which leads to the next one:

they accused the artist of this one of using Ai. the name of this artist is Nestor Ossandon.

He as already been FALSELY ACCUSED of using AI, because he drew a HAND THAT LOOKED A LITTLE WEIRD, which caused a statement from D&D Beyond, confirming that no AI has been used.

Not to repeat mysef, they're accusing the art above, that is by Nestor, to have used Ai.

REAL artists are not machines. And just like the AI slop, we are not perfect and we make mistakes. The hands we draw have wonky fingers sometimes. The folds we draw are weird. But we are REAL. We are real people. And hey, some of our "mistakes" sometimes are CHOICES. Artistic choices are a thing yo.

If you're to accuse someone of using Ai, i know it's getting hard to identify. But come on. At least do your due diligence.

[ayyy-pee]

waking up freezing and shivering, teeth chattering every night because your husband is a blanket hog. you know it's not on purpose. he just can't help it. doesn't even know he does it most times. you'd think after years together you'd be used to it, but waking up curled into the fetal position as you try to retain even a smidge of warmth is something you don't think you'll ever adjust to.

so you reach behind you, feeling your spouses large form wrapped snug as a bug in your shared blanket and you grip onto the fabric. you pull as hard as you can but you don't manage to move him even an inch. you try once more...same result.

"ken..." you whisper, wrapping your arms around yourself. no response. "kento..."

he doesn't budge. you're tempted to just get up and go grab another blanket, but your husband, despite his seriousness, can get quite pouty when you do that. so you tap him hard instead sure to jab him in the spot you know is his most sensitive. this seems to do the trick as he grunts in response.

"I'm cold," you tell nanami and he sits up quickly, realizing what he's done. his pajama top hangs off one shoulder. his blonde hair is pointing every which way and sleep is heavy on his eyelids, threatening to weigh him down again any minute.

"I'm sorry, love," nanami speaks, voice rough and deep with exhaustion, but the sincerity in his apology clear.

then he's throwing the blanket back over you both. only he adds in a little extra warmth as he wraps his arm around your waist and throws a large leg over your body.

nanami buries his face in your neck, adjusting himself so that he can be as close to you as possible. only a few seconds pass before you hear his light snoring behind you. and you know the warmth you feel is from more than just his touch.

[the-stove-is-on-fire]

[Image ID: A very confused, and slightly horrified looking Danny Phantom holds the Little Baby Man version of himself that is hugging his hand and purring. /. End ID]

So here's a fun thought: Consider a situation in which LBM is NOT, in fact, a tiny Danny, but a mimic blob ghost that has adopted his image as a form of Batesian self defense. Then imagine Danny's reaction to seeing some fucked up little uncanny valley cat version of himself with zero warning or context.

Per Wikipedia: "Batesian mimicry is a form of mimicry where a harmless species has evolved to imitate the warning signals of a harmful species directed at a predator of them both."

[cracklewink]

you'll play your part

Bonus: Twilight's Window

[fascinationstreetmp3]

the head tilt brothers

[cryptidmickle]

shadow milk finding pv when he was healer cookie is so interesting to me, and full of drama

[lazylittledragon]

let's hear it for women's wrongs