#twss

[bashfoal]

i'm sure riker gets that a lot

[shadedempsey]

Game Grumps Remix - Daddy Loves Tilling The Soil

[jimpluff]

So big it’s terrifying!

[dudja]

That’s What She Said Compilation- #TheOffice #Funny #Comedy #MichaelScott #SteveCarell #classic #thatswhatshesaid

[dragonladysworld]

When you order OGP from Walmart and order steak, you just might get way more than you really wanted. Also, your ribeye might get subbed with ny strip. I really don’t like ny strip. But not only will I be eating strips, we’ll be eating steak until Thanksgiving. #thatisalotofmeat #twss #grilling #steak #bbq #charcoal https://www.instagram.com/p/ClMqaRxPGo7/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[shania-twain]

The Nanny Rewatch → 1.01 Pilot

[honorhearted]

“ i wish somebody told me these things . ” from margaery in literally any verse idc *snorts*

@retrograderesemblance

"It's just for your protection, my lady," he softly said. He didn't wish to say the obvious -- that she was deemed too delicate for such matters due to her s.ex -- and averting his eyes toward the stone floor, he kept one hand held dutifully over the hilt of his sword. "The less people who know, the safer your land, and ultimately, you and your family will be. No one will fault you for being in the dark."

In fact, he imagined certain individuals would wish it. Not everyone d.esired her to be a royal, and in the midst of unnamed whispers, there were treasonous plots for her d.eath.

[schizononagesimus]

im sorry i just got called cringy by a 19 year old in the tags of my own post and im gonna cri omigawd xc that was soooo not PLUR xDxDxD rawr!! LOLLLL. if i dont laugh ill cry.. be so for real!!!!

[the-weirdos-mind]

Mafia AU Fic Idea:

Estella could be given a mission to infiltrate the Scarabian territory and she disguises herself as a street dancer. She practiced her dance moves until its deemed perfect. The night she carries out her mission, she’s performing at Kalim’s house at a party happening in the night. Jamil is on the watch for any intruders and loses sight of his job as Estella’s dancing entrances him. He wonders if it’s a dream when the performance is over

@writing-heiress @adrianasunderworld @marrondrawsalot @mangacupcake @nproduction626 @anxious-twisted-vampire

[akascow]

getting a large soda when the large is actually large i feel like such an american (derogatory)

[libelelle]

I have the coolest major ever btw. Theres gonna be a whole class about birds <- the entire reason i applied

[retrograderesemblance]

❛ i’m sorry , you don’t enjoy being teased ? . ❜ (Cecily @ Benedict)

@pagetreader

It was obscene, the wet noises emitting from between them, from where she mercilessly had his member in hand, more of his precum leaking over her fingers each time she slowly stroked him from base to tip.

"Fuck..." he shuddered, eyes rolling back into his head even if she couldn't see them. He'd agreed to this, the ribbon presently blindfolding him, the ribbons presently restraining his wrists to the headboard of the bed. All of it done with the intention of amusing her, making his newlywed wife happy. Though now he wondered if she intended to extend the favor to him.

She placed a kiss to his chest in response but it was a cruel gesture, one making him shiver as her teeth sank into the flesh of his collarbone, the sensation shooting straight downwards, his cock twitching anticipatory, his hips inadvertently bucking, desperate for more friction, desperate for anything, to feel her, to become lost in her.

"Cecily," his voice was hoarse with lust, his breathing methodically slow, juxtaposing the rapid beating of his heart.

"I'm sorry, you don't enjoy being teased?"

A breathless scoff, "This isn't teasing. This is torture," her hand was insistent and he maoned, "Fuck... Do you want me to beg? Is that what you want?"

He wasn't going to last, of that he was certain.

[honorhearted]

The silence was suffocating. Despite the tragic empathy in Alicent's eyes, Benjamin was unsure if he had overstepped. In war, it was so easy to do so -- to reach for the wrong hand, to drown in the warmth of the wrong body -- and yet in this moment, with her head nestled snugly beneath his chin, he knew this was far from wrong.

That was when she pulled away. Alicent's large, tragic eyes shone brightly within the dim room, and then she laid a hand against his cheek, freezing him on impulse. “You must be so tired…” 

The words affected Benjamin more than he careed to admit. He was, wasn't he? God, why was he always so exhausted -- so downtrodden, so weary, and supporting the weight of the army akin to Sisyphus?

Alicent, too, appeared discomfited as she peered up at him. There was a distinct glimmer of terror within their depths as she softly asked, “Will you stay with me?”

Despite the resilience in her voice, there was a certain weakness that beckoned to Benjamin and touched his jaded heart.

"Yes," he whispered, nudging his forehead back into hers. Yes, yes, whatever you need.

Alicent was older, perhaps wiser, and yet he somehow felt in tune with her -- only having been acquainted a matter of weeks, it was almost alarming how calmed he became in her presence. It was why he'd stayed away. It was why he'd resigned himself to solitude, if only to protect both her and himself.

"I've got you," he murmured. Threading his fingers through her hair, he nudged his cheek against her crown and prayed for this to be true.

There was hesitation and uncertainty in his fatigued eyes, tightness to his muscles, and yet he handled her with such care as he gently laid her down to rest, urging her to do so while joining her in a horizontal position.

If he did not want her, if he did not want this, then why did he stay? 

Alicent anxiously waited for Benjamin to pull away from her, to reject her and take his leave of her, but instead he tenderly caressed her, his thumbs tracing along her topography as though to memorize it as he offered her what comfort he was capable of giving – what little the war hadn’t torn from him. Though his digits were calloused, they felt softer than velvet as they slid over her skin, prompting her to sight softly.

"Tell me what you need."

The plea gave her pause. In the entirety of her miserable life, no one had bothered to ask her what she wanted, let alone what she needed. Awestruck, the grieving woman found herself at a pitiful loss. Now that someone was not present to tell her what to think and what to feel…

Did she even know what she needed?

Rather than speak her desires aloud into the endless plane of existence where time could spirit them away, Alicent slowly slid her arms around him, inching her forehead away from his, only permitting the distance so she could nuzzle her face against the crook of his neck, shielded from the harsh reality of the world as she took in the relieving sensation of his body against hers. Moments passed and her embrace became more ardent.

For the first time in longer than she could recall, Alicent felt safe. ‘Safe’ was what she needed, and ‘safe’ was found in Ben’s arms. She dare not move, for fear it would all come to an abrupt and tragic end. 

Lulled by the fervent reverberation of Benjamin’s heart, Alicent spoke softly, reiterating what she’d said weeks before upon their meeting, “You must be so tired…” 

With shining wet eyes, she dared to glance up at him, still terrified he might rescind his touch, “Will you stay with me?”

Please...

[an-absolute-nightmare]

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[honorhearted]

✘ what's your favorite subject to teach?

✘ what subject do you struggle to teach?

My muse has to tell nothing but the truth for 10 asks. (4 & 5/10) Ask them funny questions, get personal, query about the people around them or pester them for their deepest darkest secrets - go wild! Include ✘ with the asks! / @retrograderesemblance

The question was welcome, given how the usual fare he received was dire and left little room for error. This, however, brought on memories from mere years ago -- recollections he both treasured and kept close within the corridors of his mind, if only to remind himself that there was still good in this world worth fighting for.

"A difficult question," Benjamin confessed, "but I think I enjoy teaching literature the most. The look on my students' faces whenever we get to an exceptionally gripping part of the story is always worth it."

He hummed. "And although I also love teaching languages, I find that my boys, in particular, start going cross-eyed whenever I introduce conjugation." He chuckled. "In short, that is the most difficult -- or at least, in terms of keeping their attention." He shrugged. "I wasn't much for studying in school either, I must confess, but I still loved to learn. I much prefer to be challenged, which I didn't always feel in my earlier years."

[akascow]

fun fact dad and his bf both have my humor which can sometimes be uncomfortable bc haha funny euphamism joke but also u are my father stoppit😭