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[bananapudding752]

bro you have to receive and give, it’s an important skill to have.

do you think you could take a vampire?

[paper-lilypie]

"they're quick when tempted" LILY YOU CAN'T DO THIS LILY

YOU CANNOT MAKE REMARKS LIKE THAT AND EXPECT TO GET AWAY WITH IT

But see, what if I go towards them EQUALLY AS FAST? NEVER LET THEM KNOW YOUR NEXT MOVEEE- oh shit they're grabby-

I promise you, you are never fast enough

[hajimedics]

bro…….we are teens 🤧

[merrinla]

Expectation: I wish I could find some romantic lines from Lucanis on the battlefield.

Reality

[forcebook]

P’Arc, I lost your jacket. I lost it. I’m sorry. It’s just a jacket. If you lost it, then we can buy a new one. It’s no problem. It is! You gave it to me! I only used it once and lost it already. I’m sorry. Though my jacket is gone, I’m here with you.

[triptychofvoids]

can we get some burly beast 😍😍

who am i to refuse?

[timethehobo]

To be loved or hated?

[ofswordsandpens]

lemon shampoo riordan!!

[justanimaniac]

"Hey love your art! Do you take requests? Can you redraw an entire one piece page with color?"

Yes but no coloring.

"WHAT??? NO COLOR????? NO! I WANT COLOR! THAT'S NOT FAIR! You're mean >:((("

*opens tumblr and sees more than over 10 new asks with death threats and other 18+ things I can't say here*

[arthur-lesters-right-arm]

Bro we JUST domesticated Arthur and now he's going feral again seriously are you kidding me he JUST lost his thirst for blood and how he's gone mad with the horrors again, do you know how many gay little Catholics we had to send his way? Unbelievable

[archerdepartures116]

Happy Birthday

You made it

[nureyevs-worst-alias]

are you. are you arthur-lesters-right-arm

Before I answer that I'd like to plead the fifth and I'd also like you to know that I have plausible deniability and a deadly firearm

[sinful-lanterns]

IM SO DESPERATE I NEED WEREWOLF ZOYA TO FUCK ME PLS!!! LIKE YES PLWASE SHOW ME A MORE ACCURATE LOOK AND FEEL OF A WEREWOLF'S KNOT!!! I WILL STUDY IT FOR AS LING AS POSSBILE AND MAKE THE DRAWING AS ACCURATE AS IT CAN BE JUST FOR YOU ZOYA 🙏

I can just imagine the Researcher getting pounded relentlessly by Zoya, yet in the midst of getting the roughest fucking of her life, she still manages to keep her eyes on Zoya’s dick and attempt to draw a proper knot this time. At some point though, Zoya will be fed up at the fact that the Researcher is more interested in updating her guidebook than getting fucked (even though Zoya was the one who told Researcher to document it in the first place), so Zoya as impatient as ever, quickly yanks the guidebook away and tosses it back somewhere you couldn’t reach.

“Hey—!” Before you could complain, Zoya growls and nips you at the neck, forcing you to gasp a bit as she wanted you to focus on her and the feel of her cock.

You can draw her dick later…right now, Zoya wants you to enjoy her dick 💕

[googoogojob]

[shotmrmiller]

https://x.com/babyboat22/status/1819915483795050893?s=46 dont look at me sideways but i see amateur thief reader and “victim” soap who let you rob his ass just to keep your hands on him. he couldnt stop humming and chuckling and grinning while you pinned him to the grimy brick alley wall, patting him down and trying to search for anything good. you nick the gold rosary chain his mother gave to him, but he’s hardly worried. just keeps talking, trying to hear your voice, like he isn’t being violently accosted at the moment. besides, he likes being manhandled by a pretty thing like you.

its a wonder why someone so bitty could grow the balls to do something like this. to someone like him, of all people. its the opposite of a power trip. kind of a rush, knowing that you have no idea that he’s entirely in control of the situation you put the both of you in. that if he wanted, he could reverse this little game of yours, have you struggling and crying just for him.

but he denies himself, lets you have your fun.

when you take his wallet (not a big deal, just a couple 20s worth) he asks if you could hand him some of the trojans in there as well, wonders aloud if he’ll need them. he hears you suck in a scandalized breath and shivers in pleasure when your movements grow more shaky as you keep trying to ignore him.

“no need ta take ‘em from me, bonnie. in a plenty givin’ mood, ye can just ask,” he huffs against the wall, looking back at you the best he can with his face smushed against the brick, dark and honeyed eyes. he bargains, in a deeper, more enticing voice, “could take ye ‘ome and let ye ransack the ‘ole place if ye decide ta play a ‘lil nice—“

you yank his head back sharply before smashing his cheek into the brick, earning a groan from the man in your clutches. “shut the fuck up!”

he can taste the blood on his lips, staining his teeth. it hurts but the pain has his boner throbbing hard and unignorable. he’s missed this type of violence. usually the only way he can get it off the field is from simon, but this will do. this will more than do.

perhaps him chuckling despite being mortally injured freaked you out finally because you hastily pocket your ill-gotten gains before turning tail and running off into the night. soap’s not worried. what type of mercenary would he be if he doesn’t keep track of what’s his? it’s not hard to find you after that, where you live, go to work, which movies you like to see in your free time.

so when you spot him just as he sits down next to you in the theater, you can’t help the paralytic feeling of realizing you recognize this man. can barely move when he smirks all pretty at you, split lip and all, as he wraps an arm around your seat and spreads his thighs so wide that they crush against yours, his big calloused hand squeezing your shoulder, pulling you into him like you’re old friends.

“sorry ‘m late,” he murmurs, leaning close to your ear, letting his breath hit hot on your lobe. “traffic ‘n all.”

you try to turn towards him, “you—“

“shh, shh—“ he tightens his grip on your shoulder, keeping you from moving away from him. his sudden strength is frightening. “dinnae distract from the movie, aye? paid good money for it, ah bet.” soap licks his lips and hums before smiling, his hand pushes under your arm to grab your tit. “let’s enjoy it together, then ah’ll take ye ‘ome with me. how’s that sound?”

okay okay i'm listeningggg

popcorn cold and soggy from the butter sits on your lap, the flavored water that was once an icee on your left. his hand is firm around your thigh after fighting through the previews to get him off your tits and arse.

a compromise. sure. but then you've got to go to the bathroom (curious because you've never gone anywhere while the movie is rolling, soap thinks) but okay. when you've gotta go, you've gotta go. the piss bottles he's had to toss in the bin after flying for hours in nikolai's metal stallion can attest to that.

and this, you think, clammy hands fisting the brand new secondhand shirt you got from goodwill, is your way out. away from him. maybe even to the police. you've only ever done this shit out of necessity. hoping to get enough out of the privileged to soothe the pang of gnawing hunger in your stomach (and that of the other street urchins)

whatever you thought could've happened doesn't because he's breathing down your neck from the moment you rise from your seat. his paw is in your back pocket while he walks you to the bathroom.

his hand stays in your pocket as he, with a chivalrous gesture, opens the door to said bathroom. he also aids you in getting in the stall. and no, not the bigger one at the end. he crams you into the very first one that's available, him following right behind. he fits in there like a rubber stopper. shoulders broad enough to touch both walls. arms like trunks cross over the breadth of his chest as he looks down at you expectantly.

"needed to piss, aye? go on. cannae 'ave you runnin' off again."

it's only when he leans down, his nose touching yours as he tells you to, "go 'fore ah make ye," that has your trembling fingers fumbling with the front button of your jeans.

[nartml]

No, because imagine waiting years to get the answer to the one, most burning question you have about a franchise.

Your curiosity, growing more and more potent with every new installment, every new development.

So many possibilities, so much potential, the sheer capacity for interesting twists and intricate plot points.

All to be crushed, wasted, with the lamest, truly most moronic answer.

Night Furies were one of the most mysterious parts of HTTYD.

Personally, I was brimming with excitement just thinking of all the endless ways the directors could expand upon this species, its history and its culture.

Naturally, we got nothing. Zero. Zip. Nada.

Like, really? You expect me to believe that Grimmel (actually now? bffr, get this discount-Viggo outta here) cleared the entirety of, arguably, the most elusive, most careful, most intelligent, most powerful species of dragon.

(Which, even if rare, we're looking at at least several hundred dragons.)

Because they can't travel long distances (Who are you talking to right now? 🤨) and because they can't bear the cold (Girl, be so serious 😮‍💨).

Ladies, gents, my non-binary friends; I've heard it all. This is it. It was so ridiculous, so disappointing, so ridiculously disappointing I started laughing.

And maybe fans who've only watched the movies don't get the hysteria, but if I'm anything, it's a RoB, DoB, RTTE truther. And damn, those series are laying it on thick, especially RTTE.

You have the Dragon Eye. Places like Vanaheim. New and fascinating discoveries about dragons left and right.

THIS PART:

I was kicking my feet up and down when I saw this.

We could've done so much more with this, but nope. Of course not.

Fuck, I will die mad at this movie.