#twss

[sonandheirofnothinginparticular]

[bashfoal]

i'm sure riker gets that a lot

[shadedempsey]

Game Grumps Remix - Daddy Loves Tilling The Soil

[zenlode]

[dudja]

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

[jimpluff]

So big it’s terrifying!

[casologist]

Not as quick as the first guy

Those sweet sweet innocent arms need to be wrapped around Castiel softly while he lays there dead awake staring at the wall waiting for Dean to wake up because he refuses to move in fear of waking the angry sleeper. Also I drew y'all a pic of them- do you like my editing skills?

[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

[dontwannabeanythinglikethisatall]

I COUDLNT UTTER MY LOVE WEHN IT XOUNTED AGHHHH BUT IM SINGIFN LIKE A BIRD BOUT IT NOW HDHAJWJFHW I COULDNT WHISPER WHEN YOU NEED ED IT SHIUTWD AGGHHH BUT IM SINGIFK LIKE A BRID BOUT IT NOW PUNCHES WALLS PUNCHES WALL PUNCHES WALLS PUCNHES WALLA ND THEN SLIDES DOWN SAID WALL AND CRIES

[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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