#whiskey eats

[lazylittledragon]

i have absolutely no right to complain about my chronic digestive issues when i go around eating platefuls of cheese like nothing bad has ever happened from doing that

[bj-cuntycunt]

Brokeback mountain (1989)

[anachronistic-falsehood]

the phenomenon of taking guy characters and turning them into women in mcyt and mcyt-adjacent fandoms due to a shortage/lack of well-written and engaging female characters needs to be studied i think. this isnt a gripe with transfem hcs i love transfem hcs but im just wondering. why go out of ur way to take a male character and slap she/her pronouns on him when you could instead read or watch something with good prevalent female characters that are very well written already? like. there's a fucking Pattern with the characters ppl hc as transfem. its always the kind and loving level-headed voices of reason that get the transfem beam. why do you think the soft and kind male character who's meek and mild and folds easily under pressure is the one who's a woman. why is that. huh. why. answer quick.

[elialys]

ANNA TORV as Olivia Dunham (Fringe) | 1.08 The Equation

BONUS:

[laurastatice]

the show is over

[cauldronblssd]

Time to dress in florals and lay out in the sunshine because it’s weekend of Elucien Week friends!

[fettuccin-e]

Sharp-Dressed

Kinktober Day 12: Formal Wear

Tags: Jack "Whiskey" Daniels x Reader, afab!fem!reader, semi-public sex, oral and fingering (r!recieving), agent whiskey being a little shit of course (w/c: 1K)

A/N: If Agent Whiskey is in a suit, I'm gonna jump his bones. Simple as that, okay. I had too much fun writing this because Jack is such a little shit and I love writing for his ol' Southern charm. (For the month I am using these prompts from flightlessangelwings!)

You’re supposed to be undercover, inconspicuous. You’re just supposed to go in, protect the asset, de-escalate if things go tits up. You have to blend in with all of these rich corporate schmucks, clad in a floor-length gown Statesman provided you, and pretend that you aren’t loathing every second you spend trying to mingle.

But you never accounted for Agent Whiskey. More specifically, there was no way you could have accounted for the way he looks in that suit, the way he looks without his cowboy hat, with his hair done up like he actually put effort into this.

In all of the time you’ve known him, especially in the time that you’ve been dating him, you’d never seen him so put-together, so powerful. It made you want to take him, right there, mess his hair up and make him moan for you like he always does.

God, you could never have accounted for the way he looked at you when you showed up to the gala, the way his pupils blew wide as he scanned your body, lingering heavily on your tits before meeting your eyes.

You felt his gaze on you for most of the night, and every time you looked back at him, he refused to break eye-contact, casually sipping on his glass of champagne. Whispering confirmations and commands into your earpiece, all business while you aren't thinking about the mission at all, his deep southern drawl making you soak through your panties.

Of course, he takes you by surprise, as he’s been tending to do the entire night. He pulls you into an office, blissfully empty with the party going on just outside, and presses you into a wall sinking to his knees before you can even get a word in. Every thought of the mission flies from your mind as he pulls the front of your dress up, pressing his nose to your clit, inhaling deep, his eyes fluttering shut. You gasp, winding your hand into his perfectly done hair.

“Jack, oh my- fuck,” you whine, trying to keep your voice down as he mouths at your clit through the fabric, tasting the wet spot you’ve definitely soaked through the lace.

“C’mon baby,” he croons, looking up at you from the floor, every bit the cocky cowboy you know and love, even in his fancy suit. “You can’t look this pretty n’ expect me to control myself, now can you?”

“Jack there are- oh my God,” you gasp, throwing your head back against the wall when he pulls your panties down your thighs, letting them pool at your ankles. “Jack, there are people outside, we have a fucking mission, oh-”

“There are other agents out there, darlin,” Jack murmurs. “And unlike me, none of them have a pretty girl like you to call theirs, just beggin’ to have her little cunt eaten.”

And you can only take it as he hitches your thigh over his shoulder, spreading you for him, and licks a long stripe up the seam of your pussy.

He’s fucking ravenous for it, licking at your cunt like he’s found an oasis in the desert, groaning into it. He plunges his tongue deep into your heat, letting his nose dig into your clit. You can’t help but hump your hips down into his face, practically riding it as he kneels on the floor for you.

“Fuck, Jack, oh my fucking- ah!” you have to slap a hand over your mouth to muffle your squeal when he comes up to suck your clit into his mouth, tonguing at it and making you thrash against the wall. You can fucking feel his smile between your legs. You dig your heel into his back in response, and he presses his fingers hard into your thigh at the feeling of it.

He pulls away from your pussy with a feral grin, his mustache and lips shiny with your slick. “C’mon, sugar, you gotta cum for me before they come lookin’ for us. Don’t want Statesman to find out about our little escapades, now do we?”

“This was your idea you little shit-” you start to snarl, before you’re wracked with pleasure again as Jack sucks your clit into his mouth all over again. You feel a finger, no, two of his fingers prod at your entrance, before they sink in to the hilt, pressing into that sweet spot that only he can find so fucking easily. You have to squeeze your eyes shut, breathing in through clenched teeth to keep yourself from screaming.

His fingers fuck up into you at a pace that is fucking obscene, licking desperately at your clit, and it is a goddamn miracle that you don’t bash your head back into the wall as you cum. Your hips hump desperately into his face as you spasm around his fingers, gushing all over his pretty face. His hair is a mess from your desperate hands, and God, when he pulls his mouth away to look at you, you’re sure that he’s never looked more beautiful.

He licks his lips, grinning up at you like the cat that got the cream. “Sweeter than fuckin’ pie, baby,” he coos. He’s lucky you’ve gone boneless against this wall, or else you would have whacked him upside the head.

“We’ve gotta fix you up before you get back out there, Jack,” you mutter, pulling you thigh up off his shoulder and setting it back on the floor, trying to keep yourself upright on your suddenly wobbly legs.

“Sweetheart, if everyone out there knows that I just had the prettiest girl in this whole place cum in my mouth,” he murmurs, “I’m a fuckin’ lucky man.”

[envyclearlace]

okay but listening to Hozier feels like sin and salvation at the same time

[survivingandenduring]

Happy Easter 💜💜💜

[akkivee]

WHAT A STUD WHAT A STAR!!!!!!!!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY HITOYA!!!!!!!!!!💜💜💜💜💜💜

[jmoonjones]

It's a Nyaxia Night Miracle! On the Eve of Nyaxia Night, a holiday celebration that's perhaps not totally (or in any way at all 😬) canon, Oraya and Raihn make their wishes. 

They don't expect their wishes to be granted - or else the Coriatae bond may have been pursued another way! - but Nyaxia lives for the drama between the Hiaj and Rishan vampires, so she made an exception ✨

The wonderful Crowns and Nyaxia series is by Carissa Broadbent. Who I hope isn't irked by my Vincentric (Vincent Centric) doodles or my unhinged sense of humour 💜

Note: When I was little, we'd burn our letters to Santa in the fireplace (so the ashes are taken to the North Pole, where Santa the polar bear would read them, natch) which inspired their letter burning. 

[anachronistic-falsehood]

like. as much as i desperately want qcellbit to go full fcell on the federation's asses... i feel like that might not happen, and i won't be disappointed if it doesn't!! qcellbit has made great strides as a person since prison. he's changed so much. he's told richarlyson about his past and richas still wasn't afraid of him. he's been emphasizing that he is trying to stay in control for the safety of everyone else. he cares about the other islanders so so much and he doesn't want to put them in danger by letting himself go like that. if he does go off the rails, i can only see that ending in regret and self hatred. i think he'll dip his toes into destruction, like he did tonight, joining the others in griefing the place, but he won't fly off the handle by himself and start wildly killing people. i do want him to kill cucurucho, but like. imagine if he doesn't. imagine if he has a sword at cucurucho's neck, and instead he takes a deep breath, steps back, and lets someone else like forever or baghera take the kill. thematically that would make so much sense for his character.

but also I WANT HIM TO BITE THAT FUCKING BEAR'S HEAD OFF SO BADLY

[kairithemang0]

Agent Curt with issues eating post fall my beloved <3

[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

i just hung a mezuzah on the doorpost of my first ever apartment. i didn’t think i’d feel so emotional, but i’m still tearing up whenever I think about it

[rainintheevening]

We should make this a thing again.

[noblesvacation]

Tidbits about Food

What we've learned about everyone's food preferences!

Lizel

likes: tea and fruit water

dislikes: cheese, but he can eat it

cannot drink alcohol at all

Gil

likes: meat, alcohol

dislikes: chocolate and sweets. can't stand even the smell. mushrooms

Eleven

likes: sweets, alcohol, pretty much everything. stomach is a bottomless pit

dislikes: ?

he has a habit of biting the rim of his glass