#this scene tho

[dremiruu]

stumbled upon this video of Jana Stelleys last "Popular" with Willemijn Verkaik as Elphie and oh my GOSH??

[perpetual-fng]

felt the need for some Gaz in my life

[piebingo]

[certifiedfantasyreader]

"because the next time you look at my mate with that disdain and disgust, I won’t bother to explain it again, and I will rip out your fucking throat.”

-Rhysand. High Lord of the Night Court

[jellybe-gets-creative]

Moments of trust.

[heatherfield]

Ichabod Crane—thank you. No.

Headless: A Sleepy Hollow Story, Episode 10 “The Haunting of the Hollow” [x]

[avassiilva]

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

This scene 🤩😍

Vincent Price - Diary of a Madman (1963)

[iwritebigbellies-blog]

The whole story (so far) can be found here.

***

Duncan thinks about retiring to bed immediately for painfully obvious reasons, but he chooses the kitchen first.

He has lived here barely two weeks, but unpacking the kitchen has taken no time at all. Two plates, two glasses, two forks, and so on. Most of the cupboards were empty. The garbage needs to be taken out, overflowing with two weeks takeout, but the dishes are always done. One plate, one fork, one mug. It doesn’t take much.

He sits in one of his two chairs and lays this tupperware in front of him like a relic. His stomach complains: after a night of eating, a long drive crammed into Paul’s Camaro, and the abuse of the ancient jeans, enough is enough. Duncan hauls off his belt and snaps the button open, releasing a shuddering sigh as he takes a big breath before opening his treasure. Whatever is inside, he only has it until tomorrow.

His mouth floods at the sight of them: cannoli, thick with cream and dark chocolate. Six of them. After everything else.

Was old Duncan a big eater? He must have been. This stomach has not been flat in years. Even now, round and happy after an evening of drinks, desserts, and the most transcendent meat pie Duncan had ever experienced, he doesn’t hesitate to select the biggest cannoli and admit it, unhurried, into his mouth. His goosebumps return as the fresh pastry flakes apart and the cream fills his cheeks. He closes his eyes and sees her, Yanna, dark eyes knowing. She smiles when she hears him groan in pleasure.

Duncan sits back in his chair with a sigh and lays one hand on his belly as he finishes the cannoli. Free from his jeans, he takes a deep breath, filling out and out and out. In his mind, Yanna smiles with pride to see him. Happy and full, because of her, her generosity, and the glorious treats she has lovingly gifted him.

Love language. Duncan didn’t care for the cozy definition Paul came up with. She didn’t feed everyone the way she fed him. This was not just friendship. Duncan reaches into the box and withdraws another cannoli. This was intimacy. This was pleasure.

The second one is better than the first. Duncan sighs as he swallows. He strokes his belly slowly, closing his eyes, imagining her fingers, those weighty, commanding fingers, stroking him too. Impressed, proud. You do this to me, he tells her, in his mind. His hand takes an eternity to make the round, and meet his cock where it rose up to meet him. He strokes it too.

The third cannoli goes down easy, and the fourth he tries to savour. He knows he is going to finish them all now. It doesn’t matter that his stomach is protesting, or that he is growing fatter with every bite. He groans as he tries to sit forward to pick up the fifth. In his mind’s eye, Yanna helps, bringing the pastry right to his lips, snuggled close to his side. She can feel how big his belly has become, and she is pleased. He imagines how her hands would feel, traversing this swollen globe.

That makes him moan louder. He strokes his shirt up, exposing himself, all the fat of his gut pressed tight under his skin, filled near to bursting. He takes a firm hold of his cock, draws a sharp breath through his teeth, then forces himself to leave it, hard as a rock and grown huge. His breath shudders as he chews, then licks cream from his fingers, then closes his eyes as he imagines Yanna doing the same for him.

That thought almost undoes him. He grabs the last cannoli, chocolate melting into his fist, and brings it to his mouth in reverence. He’s slouched in his chair now, knees wide, his belly bulging into the air and his cock jutting up under it. His free hand sits atop the mound, so far out, testing the distance. Yanna, he thinks, you do this to me.

He swallows, moaning, and knows he can’t stand, not after this. Nor does he care. He sucks every melted drop of chocolate from the crevasses of his hand, then lays that hand on his belly too. Together, they sweep over the stuffed-tight expanse of his stomach and meet his cock at the bottom, two fisted.

Yanna, Yanna, Yanna. Look what you do to me , he repeats. He comes fast and hard, eyes closed, her face and smile filling every sense.

[fujunfuren]

MY LIBERATION NOTES (2022)

[your-local-number-simp]

Icecube looks like pepto-bismol

Warning: spoilers?

[sunkissedandkissable]

"With agonizing slowness — [Declan's] shoulder was almost certainly dislocated — he punched in another number. Immediately, a phone rang on the opposite bed. It was, the Gray Man knew already, the bed that belonged to Declan’s youngest brother, Matthew. The ringtone was an Iglu & Hartly song that the Gray Man knew but couldn’t condone."

This has to be the song, right??? It's GOTTA BE!!

1. It's catchy & ringtone worthy.

2. Gray Man knew it but couldn't condone it (You know, jumping out of a car).

3. The line "Me and my shiny gold hair, and my shiny white teeth," is SO MATTHEW.

I'm gonna sit here and pat myself on the back unless someone has the answer and corrects me. 😂

[winnie-the-monster]

🥺🥺🥺🥺

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

I love this show omg, it's short but man, so good, what an acting

Hamish Linklater as Father Paul / John Pruitt in MIDNIGHT MASS (2021) Episode 5: Gospel

In that final AA scene — "the meeting," as Father Paul calls it — when everything that has been brewing all season long is now out in the open, the conversation erupts. Father Paul tries to get Riley to admit his jealousy over the fact that he can take a life, drink their blood, and not feel remorse, while Riley is plagued with guilt for killing the girl in the car crash. Linklater accelerates the rhythm of this situation and shouts at his costar, a moment that made it into the final cut of the show.  Flanagan remembers it more as an explosion. "That only ever happened once that way," he says. "It knocked Zach back so much. To be sitting there with the same two actors in the same location and what is relatively the same lighting for a week, going through these long scenes, and to be able to surprise each other like that, that's really awesome to see."

[jellybe-gets-creative]

I love his character development in the end. And I wanted to draw something bright.

[aquilaofarkham]

every autistic person watching this episode of dungeon meshi: