#what can i say i like a pretty boy—

[ziorite]

if i had a nickel for every time the protagonist of a taiwanese romance threw themselves into a pool fully clothed after finding out that there crush wanted to be with someone else and they were yanked out and rescued by someone they thought hated them but actually turned out to care for them more than they ever imagined id have two nickels which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice

[bacchuschucklefuck]

soon it'll be dawn again

transcript under the cut ⏬

page 01

Fig: no way? - you're still up?

Riz: Wh– yes?

Riz: Why'd I not be.

page 02

Fig: I me~~ean - that took.

Fig: whole day.

Riz: Yeah?

Fig: 'm beat.

Riz: you should sleep.

page 03

Fig: nah. my guy's still up

Fig: I wanna hang out.

page 04

Riz: That's really nice.

Fig: Hah! - Nobody ever expects an Archdevil rockstar to be nice.

Riz: … yeah. - 's just budget work tho. (the stuff I'm working on) - I've heard it's boring.

page 05

Fig: yeah, but you do it…

Riz: It keeps things going, right? - Nothing happens if nobody sits down and - does the thing.

Fig: That's right… - though. Yeah.

page 06

Fig: sometimes it's someone else who - doesn't want the same thing to happen.

Riz: … - mm.

page 07

Riz (off screen): …It took me a long time to get that not everyone likes doing what I do. - 's probably because you guys are so nice– - or. - kind.

Riz (off screen): to anyone too, not just. - the people you /love/.

page 08

Riz: that's not how it is elsewhere. - The world's– not. hostile. - but 's not like it's kind.

Riz: So I'm doing as much as I can now… 

page 09

Fig: Hey.

Riz: ?

Fig: Go dig some dirt with me.

page 10

Riz: [blank speech bubble] - oh you meant like - actual dirt. (not incriminating information)

Fig: o yea.

Fig: there's clay in the backyard soil. - sometimes when I'm sun deficient or something I go touch dirt for a bit.

page 11

Fig: here u go

page 12

Riz: uh

Fig: now we make a thing! - 'm pretty good at freehanding a bowl.

Fig: I'll show u

page 13

Fig: just– yep, flatten that out as evenly as u can, then–! - actually ur nails'd be so good at cutting out the strip. [larger than usual space] wait. - wait. wait u can carve patterns with them! we HAVE to try

Riz: uh - What. do I carve?

Fig: anything!!!

page 14

Fig: and– yep just seal the inside uh. seam?

Fig: yep that works - okay time's up! all contestant hands up

Riz: [blank speech bubble] - okay - wh. what's next?

Fig: haha - watch this.

(sound effect text): FWOO—MP

page 15

Riz: WH– DON'T JUST DO THAT???

Fig: Now it's fired!

Riz: THAT WAS NOT SAFE

Fig: (actually it's just dry. if u add water rn it'll dissolve)

Fig: ok catch!

Riz: [blank speech bubble] - careful!!

Fig: dw no need haha

page 16

Riz (thought bubble): oh - it's warm…

Fig: now I want you to throw this.

page 17

Fig: u gotta do it - c'mon

page 18

Riz: wh– - It's like 3AM right now

Fig: oh it's not /fired/ fired it's not gonna make a loud noise

Riz: And then just? leave a pile out here?

Fig: pour water over it & it'll be gone I told u

Riz: but

page 19

Fig (off screen): RIz.

page 20

Fig: I've done all this before.

Fig: Can you trust that at least?

page 21

Riz: no, I– - I do. - I trust you.

page 23

Riz: okay what happens now

(sound effect text): glob

page 24

Fig: we do it again!

page 25

Riz: wh. [larger than usual space] What do you mean. (this clay's too wet also)

Fig: see! you're already learning

Fig: [blank speech bubble] - there are flows that are futile to fight. - The world changes.

Fig: Things change.

page 26

Fig: I've learned my lessons with "forevers". - But - as an artist

Fig: I can give you one thing: - You can always do it again.

page 27

Fig: most of everything depends on the rest of the world, - but this. - making new. - that's yours as long as you want it.

page 28

Fig: So?

page 29

Riz: Yeah. - Yeah! - let's make another one.

[starjunkyard]

Obsessed with the degrees to which james wilson is a messy bitch. Primps and preens himself whenever he realises his boy best friend is stalking / sabotaging / psychological-warfare-ing him. Slept with his terminal patient. Immedicable people pleaser. Chronic adulterer. Three ex wives. PROPOSED TO HIS GIRLFRIEND AT SOMEONE ELSE'S WEDDING? Fuck you doin in the oncology wing my boy. Psychiatric ward is on the left corner

[larabar]

moodboard

[inkskinned]

you're grabbing lunch with a nice man and he gives you that strange grimace-smile that's popular right now; an almost sardonic "twist" of his mouth while he looks literally down on you. it looks like he practiced the move as he leans back, arms folded. he just finished reciting the details of NFTs to you and explaining Oppenheimer even though he only watched a youtube about it and hasn't actually seen it. you are at the bottom of your wine glass.

you ask the man across from you if he has siblings, desperately looking for a topic. literally anything else.

he says i don't like small talk. and then he smiles again, watching you.

a few years ago, you probably would have said you're above celebrity gossip, but honestly, you've been kind of enjoying the dumb shit of it these days. with the rest of the earth burning, there's something familiar and banal about dragging ariana grande through the mud. you think about jeanette mccurdy, who has often times gently warned the world she's not as nice as she appears. you liked i'm glad my mom died but it made you cry a lot.

he doesn't like small talk, figure out something to say.

you want to talk about responsibility, and how ariana grande is only like 6 days older than you are - which means she just turned 30 and still dresses and acts like a 13 year old, but like sexy. there's something in there about the whole thing - about insecurity, and never growing up, and being sexualized from a young age.

people have been saying that gay people are groomers. like, that's something that's come back into the public. you have even said yourself that it's just ... easier to date men sometimes. you would identify as whatever the opposite of "heteroflexible" is, but here you are again, across from a man. you like every woman, and 3 people on tv. and not this guy. but you're trying. your mother is worried about you. she thinks it's not okay you're single. and honestly this guy was better before you met, back when you were just texting.

wait, shit. are you doing the same thing as ariana grande? are you looking for male validation in order to appease some internalized promise of heteronormativity? do you conform to the idea that your happiness must result in heterosexuality? do you believe that you can resolve your internal loneliness by being accepted into the patriarchy? is there a reason dating men is easier? why are you so scared of fucking it up with women? why don't you reach out to more of them? you have a good sense of humor and a big ol' brain, you could have done a better job at online dating.

also. jesus christ. why can't you just get a drink with somebody without your internal feminism meter pinging. although - in your favor (and judgement aside) in the case of your ariana grande deposition: you have been in enough therapy you probably wouldn't date anyone who had just broken up with their wife of many years (and who has a young child). you'd be like - maybe take some personal time before you begin this journey. like, grande has been on broadway, you'd think she would have heard of the plot of hamlet.

he leans forward and taps two fingers to the table. "i'm not, like an andrew tate guy," he's saying, "but i do think partnership is about two people knowing their place. i like order."

you knew it was going to be hard. being non-straight in any particular way is like, always hard. these days you kind of like answering the question what's your sexuality? with a shrug and a smile - it's fine - is your most common response. like they asked you how your life is going and not to reveal your identity. you like not being straight. you like kissing girls. some days you know you're into men, and sometimes you're sitting across from a man, and you're thinking about the power of compulsory heterosexuality. are you into men, or are you just into the safety that comes from being seen with them? after all, everyone knows you're failing in life unless you have a husband. it almost feels like a gradebook - people see "straight married" as being "all A's", and anything else even vaguely noncompliant as being ... like you dropped out of the school system. you cannot just ignore years of that kind of conditioning, of course you like attention from men.

"so let's talk boundaries." he orders more wine for you, gesturing with one hand like he's rousing an orchestra. sir, this is a fucking chain restaurant. "I am not gonna date someone who still has male friends. also, i don't care about your little friends, i care about me. whatever stupid girls night things - those are lower priority. if i want you there, you're there."

he wasn't like this over text, right? you wouldn't have been even in the building if he was like this. you squint at him. in another version of yourself, you'd be running. you'd just get up and go. that's what happens on the internet - people get annoyed, and they just leave. you are locked in place, almost frozen. you need to go to the bathroom and text someone to call you so you have an excuse, like it's rude to just-leave. like he already kind of owns you. rudeness implies a power paradigm, though. see, even your social anxiety allows the patriarchy to get to you.

you take a sip of the new glass of wine. maybe this will be a funny story. maybe you can write about it on your blog. maybe you can meet ariana grande and ask her if she just maybe needs to take some time to sit and think about her happiness and how she measures her own success.

is this settling down? is this all that's left in your dating pool? just accepting that someone will eventually love you, and you have to stop being picky about who "makes" you a wife?

you look down to your hand, clutching the knife.

[laurrelise]

why have i never seen the painting up close before. this is like seeing an ancient artifact you’ve only heard murmurs about

[turtleblogatlast]

Shockingly underrated thing about Leo is that he’s legitimately charming when he wants to be?

He’s the Faceman! He’s persuasive! That’s not just some random title he gave himself with no backing to it. People will listen to him. Even if they think he’s being annoying or if they’re upset at him, people listen to him anyway! There’s a reason his bros push him out front to talk to people, and when this happens, that talking nearly always works.

Moreover, Leo knows people. He looks at them and takes into account how they act and what they’re like as he makes his way through the conversations. It’s easy to forget this aspect of Leo’s character because he only brings it out when he really needs (read: wants) to, but it really is a notable part of him that always love to see.

And I say charm in particular because he has a knack for not only getting people to pay attention, but for getting people to stay and listen to what he has to say.

[daily-hanamura]

[renownedtholianpunctualityyyyy]

From my Star Trek 'scrapbook' thing S02E01 Amok Time

I'll transcribe everything into regular text as best as I can because I know my handwriting is a hot mess. ✨ It's mostly descriptions of my favourite things, things I noticed, or my favourite quotes etc. And there's pleeeenty I love about this episode, but man, I could only fit so much in the book per episode. 🥲

[Page 1]

[1] Amok Time

First episode I saw! ❤️

McCoy being the first to notice something is wrong.

"Very impressive. Very diplomatic."

Kirk pleading with spock to tell him what's going on so he can help in some way. He tells Spock how much he cares for him and needs him without directly saying it. It's so tense and beautiful...

Spock resists telling him but eventually breaks town and tells him about the secret Vulcan "Pon Farr — the time of mating."

This episode is basically 98% gay sexual tension. 🌈

"Why must he die? ... Why MUST he die?!"

"I owe him my life a dozen times over. Isn't that worth a career? He's my friend."

This episode originated the 'fuck or die' trope, apparently.

So much tense eye contact and physicality.

[Page 2]

Kirk gentle, but firm. Spock can barely speak.

"How do Vulcans choose their mates? Haven't you wondered?"

Kirk wondering if he's being propositioned:

So much tension

"...Biology." "What kind of biology?" "VULCAN biology." "You mean the biology... of Vulcans? 'Biology' — as in — reproduction?" "..." "...There's no need to be embarrassed about it, Mister Spock..."

One of my favourite shots in the whole show. [Picture of Kirk and Spock close together, but not too close; Spock with his head bowed and his hands in his lap, ashamed for admitting what he has; and Kirk feeling many emotions, including worry.] ((Shame, guilt, tension, yearning, admission, forbidden.))

The way Spock begs: "Captain— lock me away. I do not wish to be seen. No Vulcan could explain further." "I'm trying to help you, Spock."

Spock's wanting/having speech to T'Pring at the end.

The slashed shirt is Iconique

[Page 3]

Kirk reassuring Spock (and admitting) that he's into his 'madness'. Spock surprised McCoy tired of their endless, shameless flirting.

Spock asking Kirk and McCoy to join him for the ceremony

Everyone watching the boys roll around and fight in the sand

Rolling and basically dry-humping as they fight

Poor Spock's mortified face when he thinks he's killed Kirk

The sand has glitter in it

"CAPTAIN!!"

"J I M !!"

Spock grabs Kirk's shoulders and spins him around ❤️

Look at how happy Kirk is ❤️ McCoy and Chapel happy too

Close up of Kirk not believing Spock's hetero-explanation. ("You're gay for me — we'll figure it out later.")

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Your posts about wen ning are making me very sad. He just wants a hug 😔 can we wrap him up in a weighted blanket instead of chains? Much more comforting and still deadly when thrown at others!

He has been blanketed and given a mug of hot coco.

[s1lv3rp4w3dc4t]

shout out object shows with canon queer ships. I'm talking on screen kiss or even just verbal confirmation. all things considered it's a bit strange you don't really see them that much when you think about how gay everyone here is. I love you ii but c2bc did what you didn't and I think that's actually really nice.

[dervampireprince]

hey guys psst hey guys psst hey guys psst hey guys psst

and yes it's a public one, not a patreon exclusive. it'll be posted either tomorrow if i get the art done in time or if not then it'll be the wednesday after. but i'm going to try my best to get the art done so it's up tomorrow.

(also the gender tags don't reflect the genitalia of the listener, it just changes the pet names to 'good boy' or 'good girl' or neither. no specific genitals mentioned on any of them. we t4trans-inclusive content over here.)

EDIT: it's done! check the most recent posts on my blog or do a lil search on my blog for astarion or look my youtube! there's also a direct link in the reblogs and replies to this post!

[skyrim-forever]

WIP Wednesday

Hello everyone, it's another Wednesday where I am and you know the drill, no pressure but if you have a wip you want to share gimme! Tagged by the wonderful @umbracirrus @lillxart <3

Tagging: @theoneandonlysemla @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @dirty-bosmer @changelingsandothernonsense

@firefly-factory @lucien-lachance @hircines-hunter @captain-of-silvenar @snowy-weather @scholarlyhermit @moriche

I have been fighting for my life with two Theomar wips and I think I need a little break because both have ended up complicated, more so then they need to be. So after this post and a fun chat with @pocket-vvardvark I was inspired to pick up my Aicantar and Vevora barbies and smash them together <3 He's showing her his projects in the lab, including something he can't identify... Under the cut for horny and dwemer sex toys :P

“Are these other artifacts you’re studying?” Gesturing to the variety of metal objects on the table, he is wide-eyed at her interest. 

“They are!” Excitedly, he points at them. “Most of this stuff is fairly standard, parts of a Dwarven sphere, outer plating of a centurion but this is currently unidentified.” Aicantar holds the mysterious object in his hands and now seeing it isolated from the others, Vevora can’t help but snicker at what it looks like. The metal object was about six inches in length and a decent circumference around. Girth would probably be the more apt word, as the tip of it was quite frankly shaped like exactly that, a tip. There’s a large button glowing the faint blue light seen on Dwemer mechanisms on the base. 

“May I?” She asks. Taking it in her hands now she can see it’s a decent weight. Hallowed but a sturdy metal, she can also see signs of wear increasingly prevalent up to the head. It cannot be any else she thinks, good to know even the Dwemer sought pleasure. They really were just like us. Grinning to herself as she proposes her own idea to Aicantar, anticipating the presence of that dearly loved flush of his once she enlightens him. “I think I know what this is, pretty boy.” Tinge of it now at the nickname. He was such a pretty boy. 

“You do? What is it? I’ve been wracking my head like crazy, no sources have described something like this.” Of course they didn’t. 

“It’s a masturbation device. Metal is not something I’ve seen but we know how the Dwemer were, can’t say I’m surprised.” The lovely hue colours his face at this, the familiar stammer leaving his lips. 

“M-m-masturbation device?” 

“Does it not look very phallic to you?” She laughs. “It’s nearly the same colour as you too, though a bit smaller.” He averts his eyes lower but the grin on his face does not avoid her gaze. Unlike many mer she knew, he could use more confidence in these matters, should feel good about himself as well. 

“I suppose it does… but how does it um, work exactly?” 

“Well, based on my own experience, one would insert it in your preferred area for pleasure and thrust it in and out like the actual act itself.” Turning her attention to the button now, Vevora wonders what it does. “Does the button do anything or is that a mystery too?”

“I was able to get it working but, well, now I’m more confused.” He said. Taking that as her cue, and very curious herself, she presses it. The genius of the long gone mer is even more pronounced as the shaft vibrates in her hand.

“Oh that is something.”

She must have been staring at it for too long. The low hum of this very intriguing machine combined with the sensation on her skin has the Dunmer woman desperately wondering what it would feel like when her lover speaks. 

“Are you sure? I just mean that, well I‘ve never seen, um not that there’s-” Cutting him off by holding his cheeks between her thumb and index finger, she lightly strokes down to his lower jawline.  

“I guess we can’t know for certain, but would like to see me test the hypothesis?” Gently guiding his body via face, she flips so that she is now the one leaning against the laboratory table. 

“You want to…” 

“Yes.” Pulling him into a kiss, the grip on his mage robes firm as she has quite the distance to bring him. “And I’ll need an expert to observe, think you can do that?”

“Yes, Vevora, yes. I can, I would, I would,” Eager as ever, it takes him a bit to express it. “I would very much like to see you do that.” That was something she hoped would never change, his flustered behaviour even though they had done a number of activities together, Aicantar was still tripping over his words and becoming a blushing mess when she was forward with him. He greatly enjoyed direction and she liked giving it, in all ways he was an exceptional student. A welcomed change from the mer she spent two decades attempting to have, finding herself in a haze until dawning on her was the realization she never had and never would possess him.  Yes, the Altmer was a very welcomed upgrade and maybe that is why she found herself so sweet on the Dwemer scholar.  Maybe it was because he was new to the world of romance, still nervous but yearning, aching for her. He actually wanted her but never expecting anything physical; that turned her on even more, knowing he was content just to spend time with her, chatting away about their respective vocations. Smirking now, she answers. 

“I know you would.”

[sukugo]

Do you think gojo makes those freaky ass feral expressions while getting dicked down?

YES YES YESSSSSSSSSSS RAAAAAAAAAHHHH THIS IS SOMETHIGN IM PASSIONATE ABOUT OKAY!!!!!!! YES HE DOES

like, pleasure looks such a specific way on satoru. we can see it in the tojigo fight, the hanami/jogo fight and the sukugo fight. they're the only moments where we truly get to see raw pleasure on him and it's that. eyes popping out and manic grin and laughter bubbling in his torso and body charged, and mannerisms especially crude.

there's something so animalistic about it, his "human" mask slipping from him and showing him in all his monstrous glory, unfiltered and raw and like the freak of nature he truly is

and it's exactly the same thing when it comes to sex. it's all pleasure after all.

[littlebirdy0301]

[fairyofshampgyu]

he’s literally so beautiful and handsome