#to my soul - come home

[mari-thesapphic-lady]

Rio: Why are there little handprints all over the walls?

Agatha, whispering: Why are there little handprints all over the walls, wildflower?

Aradia, whispering: Because Abby and I have little hands, mama.

Agatha: Because they have little hands, my love.

[cyanistes-caeruleus]

have severely slacked re:posting - term happened. it was a lot. finished up my last supervision essay of term this morning. since my last post i've nailed down three chapters of my dissertation. nine essays + a dissertation in an eight week term isn't for the week. hence my absolutely pathetic posting consistency

fingers crossed i'll have more time for tumblr-ing over the easter break. term ends on thursday, i go home on saturday. there is indeed a light at the end of the tunnel! yippee!

[dreamyysouls]

only a minute

paul has been tied up with his work for god knows how long. you think it’s time he gets the break he needs.

paul atreides x fem!reader

word count: 1.5k

cw: suggestive; read at your own discretion, heavy make-out session, hickeys, reader is a flirt, paul is yearning, use of petnames, established relationship, reader is described to be wearing a dress

paul atreides was a busy man. with the duties of a duke on his young shoulders, it was hard to find any time for a respite. the workload seemed endless, the meetings were uncountable, and the lack of sleep was obvious on paul’s ever-aching brain.

there was also the lack of you.

paul despised being apart from you for long periods of time. when he would come to bed, sometimes at ungodly hours of the night, he was too exhausted to do anything but hold you until he fell asleep. he was grateful for you in that you were always there, waiting for him, no matter what.

an irritated huff escaped the duke’s lips as his eyes traveled to the door, almost willing for a distraction, anything, to take him out of this torture. he knew he looked a mess right now. his dark hair was irregularly askew from him constantly moving his fingers through it, his coat discarded long ago and his sleeves rolled up. he tapped his pen incessantly on his forehead, a restless fidget he had developed over time.

paul let his eyes find the document on the table below him, his brows furrowing. he did not have the mental capacity to even process what was on the paper. he was debating in his head if he should just toss the remaining papers from his desk and call it a day, but that was no way for a duke to go about work. he needed to get this done.

“a ton of bullshit,” paul murmured to himself as he picked up the paper, his eyes merely scanning the words across it. he was fighting the urge to shred the paper into the tiniest pieces he could when he heard a knock. he was going to ignore it, but a second knock sounded, and he only knew one person who could be on the other side of that door.

you let yourself in, impatience and something equivalent to excitement getting to you. paul’s eyes relaxed at the sight of you, a smile pushing at the corners of his lips.

“hey, love,” he greeted you, his gaze trailing down your form for a moment. he felt his breath catch at the sight of your attire, a long silk gown you knew he loved.

“hi, paul,” you replied with a smile, your movements graceful as you made your way over to him. paul’s eyes were trained to you as you moved, feeling a familiar ease as you got closer to him. you placed yourself behind him, your hands finding his shoulders as you looked down at the papers before him.

“what are you working on?” you hummed, leaning to his ear and letting your eyes rest on his face. paul’s heart fluttered as he felt your breath fanning over his next, your body heat tantalizingly close.

“the usual. meaningless documents i shouldn’t even be reading,” he replied to you, his eyes flicking back up to yours—and gods, you were close—for a moment and then back down to the messy desk. he scanned over the papers, trying desperately to ignore your looming presence beside him. he could feel your gaze, your eyes soft on his weary form. your head tilted after a few moments, and a quiet sigh escaped your lips.

“hm. well, you could always take a break. you’ve been at it for a while,” you suggested, your hands carefully moving over his shoulders in a soothing manner. paul nearly shivered, forcing down the urge to turn and let himself fall into you. he resisted, keeping his eyes on the papers and forcing his voice to be straight.

“you’re clever, darling. not clever enough for me, though,” he scoffed, trying to pay you no mind, even though everything in him was telling him to do the opposite. he huffed out a breath, his tone getting a little softer as he glanced at you. “i have to finish this.”

you sighed again, not happy with his response. he always got like this, so carried away that he wouldn’t allow for anything. luckily for you, you knew a way around it.

“i haven’t seen you all day, paul. and you do need a break. please?” you whispered in a low tone, your eyes silently pleading him to give in.

if there was one thing paul was, it was being absolutely weak for you. his breath shuddered as he let his eyes move to yours, a familiar thrill rushing through his body. you were still so close, teasingly so, and he would be a fool to not lean in. it’s what he wanted to do anyway. he stared at you for a moment, his gaze flicking down to your lips as he seemed to ponder his choices.

paul didn’t allow for another moment of hesitation, instead tilting his head up and planting his lips onto yours. you hummed against his mouth, your body shifting towards him to better access his face. you tasted so wonderful, and paul couldn’t keep his lips off of you. he took his time with you, his kisses slowly building up speed and intensity.

“missed you,” he sighed out, his breaths heavy. his hand traveled to your face, cupping your cheek and pulling you even closer than you already were. he hadn’t realized how much he’d needed this, needed you, until you were in his hold. paul felt himself melting into your touch, mindless to the warmth that followed in its wake.

you let him pull you closer, absolutely livid on the growing desire and heat within your body. it was like paul could sense the spark, his kisses quickly becoming passionate and hungry. your lips were already feeling kiss-bruised, your breaths labored as paul kept his mouth upon yours. you replied to him with even more urgency, your mouth moving swiftly over his in an entrancing way.

“sweet girl…” he breathed out in between kisses, practically gasping for air while he was still pulled away. he dove back in, one of his hands sliding down to grab your waist. he pushed you into his lap, your bodies pressed against each other in his chair. his tongue moved over your lower lip, almost as if he was requesting entrance. you complied, opening your mouth up to let him inside.

he nearly moaned as his tongue began to move across your mouth, lapping at your own and licking your sweet lips. he was in a haze, heat coursing through him as he felt desire well up in his body.

“i need you,” he uttered, his voice a low murmur against your lips. he began to pepper kisses across your face, moving almost lazily as he trailed down to your jaw and then your neck.

“you have me,” you hummed breathlessly, your hand weaving its way into his dark curls. longing moved in you as his lips parted from yours, leaving you aching for his touch. “‘m yours.”

paul lost it at that.

he groaned as his hands slipped onto the back of your thighs, quickly hoisting your body up onto the desk. papers scattered as you gasped, parting your legs instinctively to let him closer. he slotted himself in between your thighs, his fingers gripping onto them so tightly that you knew they would be bruised. his lips were rapid fire on your neck, kissing and biting at your skin like you might disappear.

you moaned out his name, your fingers digging desperately at his hair as if to ask for more. you could feel him smirk on your skin as his teeth grazed over your neck, red blotches gradually forming as he got more and more aggressive. his fingers dug into your skin, your heart nearly leaping out of your chest as they teased at your inner thighs.

you were thrown into a haze of passion, your eyes clouding over as paul’s lips moved effortlessly over your neck. he was unable to stop, utterly consumed by the constant need he felt for you. one of his hands moved off of your thighs to push you up further, his body now better slotting against yours. the sound of falling objects reverberated through the room as he shoved various items off of the desk, not an ounce of care left in him.

“your work..” you hummed weakly, opening your eyes and letting one hand slide down to his face. you lifted him up back to you, your breath nearly stopping completely as you caught his lidded eyes. a lazy smirk appeared on his face as he shook his head, leaning closer and closer to you.

“mm, don’t care. just want you, baby,” he murmured, so close that he was practically kissing you as he spoke. his hands found the hem of your dress and began to push it up, earning a groan from you as he purposely let his fingers drag over your skin.

his lips found yours once more, and you couldn’t help but think how long of a night you were in for.

a/n: okay what the crap this took me like TWO MONTHS to write because i have been procrastinating and too locked in w school to finish it…but i’m on break now so here we are. i couldn’t help but notice the drought of paul fics so hopefully this quenched your thirst (i’m starving too don’t worry)🤞i haven’t really written anything suggestive before buttt i kinda think i cooked 🙏

anyways i love paul atreides and be on the lookout cause i may or may not be in the process of writing a slowburn w/ a side of angst friends to lovers fic of paul 👀 it may or may not also be a two parter (🙈)

finally, i hope you enjoyed my writing and once again please remember to take care of yourself and stay hydrated. goodbye and i love you all mwah mwah <3333

[ruhlare]

[ofhouseusher]

I feel like I just want to bang on the door of everyone who ever talks about Rhaenys's death and say: YOU KNOW SHE DID THE FALL IN TWO TAKES? She has TWO takes for that shot!!

This is exactly the kind of information that should be issued as a public service announcement, cause it's genuinely astonishing.

Two takes. Two.

TWO.

That’s all Eve Best needed to deliver one of the most devastating, hauntingly beautiful death scenes in recent memory. No endless resets, no drawn-out process—just pure, instinctive mastery of her craft. The woman acted against a green dot, and still managed to convey a depth of grief that felt like it was clawing its way out of her soul—twice—and that was all she needed?

It’s one thing to act grief—it’s another to make the audience feel it in their bones. And she did that in. only. two. takes. while looking at a green speck. And it's become one of the most harrowing moments in the entire series... I'm wowed.

People can say whatever they want, but there is no denying the artistry of what Eve Best did. The way she internalised that loss, let it build and unravel across her face in real time, all while reacting to absolutely nothing. An actor so in tune with her character, so utterly assured in her performance, that she can distill something that raw and shattering into perfection almost instantly.

She is simply built different. No, but for real, because how dare she be that good? Eve could act against a brick wall and still outshine half the industry.

I will be banging on doors with you. We riot at dawn.

[introspectivememories]

please put your reasonings in the tags!!!! esp if you pick the last one

[widowshill]

— And do you or do you not have difficulty remembering such simple instructions? — Only during thunderstorms, sir.

THE SOUND OF MUSIC (1965) / DARK SHADOWS (1966)

[loveelikeadog]

I think this entire fandom is missing out on DPD Soul and Whole being Soul's DP. All of you every single one of you is missing out on this concept

-Sincerely, someone with DPD

[melit0n]

Give me five whole minutes.

Credits: Me

[loverboybrightsideghost]

one of my favorite clark headcanons that i have (that is completely unsupported by canon) is that he's transgender by kryptonian standards. martha and jon kent raised him as a boy and as he grew up he never had any reason to doubt it at all, he was like yeah i'm a boy, makes sense. and then he gets to the fortress of solitude for the first time and it turns out how Gender works on krypton was just Different enough that clark doesn't really fit the kryptonian standards of whatever he was supposed to be. bonus points because this makes him feel like even more of an outsider as a kryptonian, even if he's the last one left.

[mymainwastoocluttered]

Prof. Trein: Let's talk about the time before magic was a thing–

Ruggie: Nah, too boring

Me: A hyena is gonna die tonight

[thatthirstyweirdo]

JULIE JOYFUL RWAAAAAA

Finally I drew Julie, my baby!! I enjoy her quite a lot and these are the outfits I think she’ll be performing in my au. I mentioned it before in a post that she’s in a band “Joyous!” with her siblings. Might as well say a bit about the lore, basically everyone from the “Welcome Home” cast left Home and ventured into the Real World. Kinda similar to how Barbie leaves her toy world in the movie. So yeah pretty much everyone started their own music career, but Eddie and Frank started a talk show together.

[bionicboxes]

OC-Tober Day 6: Past

Love Bugg was as extraordinary of a puppet as his handlers were puppeteers. It was easy for even the other crew on the show to forget Love Bugg was just an inanimate object. If only they could see him now...

[thatfriendlyanon]

i think part of my problem is i lived with my best friend for two years of my life and have been searching for the same feeling of joy & acceptance & support ever since

[luck-of-the-drawings]

IMAGINE. working at ur stupid uhhh job or whatever. pulling into your drive way and ready to work on some crazy project in your garage. opening the door to the most unfamiliar silence. did your wife and kid leave for something? could you imagine knocking on your kids door, hardly getting an answer, and opening it to find the splattered remains of your wife across his room your child is scared! hes hardly consolable, in a state of shock and terror. you are too, but youre the adult here. you need to take charge. you need to protect him. you need to do something. you need to do something.

[godisasimp]

⚠️⚠️⚠️THIS IS NOT A DRILL, FRIGID EMPRESS IS RERUNNING IN 7.9⚠️⚠️⚠️