#what? who said that-

[sage-is-in-fact-very-tired]

something something Icarus and Fable having very similar reactions to getting trapped places something something like father like son something something

[jackhues]

simon benoit - maple leafs media availability feb. 13. 24

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[symphonyofsilence]

Let the poor man rest.

[hinamie]

mentor

[mynnthia]

was talking with a friend about how some of dunmeshi fаndom misunderstands kabru's initial feelings towards laios.

to sum up kabru's situation via a self-contained modernized metaphor:

kabru is like a guy who lost his entire family in a highly traumatic car accident. years later he joins a discord server and takes note of laios, another server member who seems interesting, so they start chatting. then laios reveals his special interest and favorite movie of all time is David Cronenberg's Crash (1996), and invites kabru to go watch a demolition derby with him

[valtsv]

are we still doing this because i have a late submission

[suntann]

Happy Pride Month guys

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

I am incredibly serious right now when I beg you all, please, and if you have Twitter or Tiktok or whatever to please spread the word: click on an author's profile on Ao3.

You want to know if an author has written more? Want to know if they're still writing? Want to see more from them? Want to know if they've written a trope or kink or sex scenario you enjoy?

Click on their name. And look at their profile.

I cannot tell you how many times in the last six months someone has read a new or newer fic of mine and said they (a new reader who has read nothing else I've done) "can't wait to see what you do next!" I've written 50+ fics and over a million words already.

"I don't know if you're still writing..." click on my profile. I am. I literally wrote a 128k+ fic for that ship last month.

"Would you ever do X?" "Please do Y!" I already did. Click on my name and look at my works.

Archive of our Own is a library. It's an archive. Not social media. It is your responsibility to fight back against the laziness that corporate algorithms have trained into you.

Click my author name. Just click it. Just click it.

Before you demand more, or ask if a writer will do XYZ, or wonder if the author still writing, or anything - click on their profile. Click on the author's profile.

I'm not trying to be mean or condescending or anything like that. I'm just exhausted. It's disheartening and frustrating to repeat myself ad nauseam, because someone couldn't take thirty seconds to do the tiniest bit of work to see if I've written lately, if I've written more for their ship, or scan my works to see if I've written what they're asking for. Please. Please. I'm begging.

Click the author's name, and explore before you ask.

[butchdykekondraki]

14k moonwalker

[kosmogrl]

[lazylittledragon]

at the friday panel andrew wincott said raphael and astarion should go on holiday together and i can’t stop thinking about it

[maeamian]

Part of the reason that Republicans are so desperately acting like they will never lose again is because they are deeply terrified that this is their last real chance to win. The big orange dipshit came in and gutted the party of everyone who wasn't a loyalist, which left it full of nasty little gremlins who have gaping voids where charisma and human decency is supposed to go.

They still hold a lot of power, but if we stop them this year the next presidential election may not be the Most Important One Of Your Life™, that's not a guarantee or anything, but if they don't win here and now their future looks grim, this dipshit is the only guy they have left and he's extremely diminished and has his brains leaking out of his ears at this point. We can beat him into the ground.

So that's what we're gonna fucking do. We're gonna break these fucking fash. They will crash upon us and we're gonna break their fucking necks. When they come for us they will lose because they're fucking losers and we have each other's backs which is something they fundamentally are incapable of comprehending.

[noodles-and-tea]

Returning home

[lovelyghst]

(nsfw p!visuals) simon riley who would absolutely adore recreating these [one + two] photos with his pretty girl <3

it started off as something small, only for himself in the moment, where he’d have you sit just behind his cock for a patient few seconds as he admired the sight; how you looked straddling his thighs, how fucking deep he’d be hitting in your tummy, all before watching you slowly sink down on the mean thing like the sweet, eager-to-please girl you are.

but it quickly became not enough for him—he needed you to see it for yourself. for you to realize just how much he treats you to every night, for you to be more proud of your effort on the rare occasions you do try to ride him. because fuck, is it a lot to take in.

so, one night, he reaches for his phone on the nightstand after coaxing you into such a position. you’re shy at first, though it lessens a bit when you learn he’s merely snapping a quick photo, not a video.

relax, doll, he tells you. just a little somethin’ for myself, yeah?

and well, you can’t be mad at that. especially when the cock you’re craving so badly is resting right up against your belly, taunting your poor pussy into throbbing.

look’it that, simon coos gently, pride lacing his tone as he turns the screen towards you. you nearly choke on a quick breath, heat prickling at the surface of your cheeks. y’see how deep i go, lovie?

besides, you know how pent up he gets when he’s away… and maybe you wouldn’t mind having a little something for keepsake, as well.