#yay!

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

The Assembly where David Tennant is one of the guests begins Saturday 26th April at 10pm on ITV1 :) <3!

[chappellland]

They kept saying, "Time heals all wounds." But that's a lie. Time is the wound. Lisa Frankenstein (2024) dir. Zelda Williams.

[gipitothefrog2]

yay who likes these i made them in honor of da new mcr mv in 4k!!!!! :D

[007n7-blog]

what does c00lkid mean to you

"He's my whole world. He means everything to me. I miss him more than anything."

[chimneyz]

thought of the day: tommy kinard providing vampire evan buckley his own blood for buck to consume because he has to make sure the love of his life is well fed.

[cakepoppresent]

I'm on Your Side

Luna can always count on Malcolm to not be a bitch when it matters (sometimes)

Transcript under the cut~

Malcolm: So what happened after that? Did he stay to talk?

Luna: No...He left but you should have seen his face. He looked like he was shaking and he was really pale...

Malcolm: I mean he’s already pretty pale

Luna: Don’t piss me off. He was PALER than usual

Malcolm: So what? You think he’s hiding something? Did you even see who he was talking to?

Luna:...Yeah, that weirdo from Del Sol who was trying to harass me a few months ago. It’s not even that...I saw there was a kids' room off in a corner somewhere

Malcolm: God. Let's just leave. What if he has a fucking kid he’s hiding. You wanna be a stepmother? at your age?

Luna: God. I’m not leaving you bitch. I obviously want to talk to him about it

Malcolm: Crazy. You wanna be the mother who stepped up? Be serious

Luna: I really like him, Malcolm. That’s why we are here, why I wanted you here. It would be pointless to jump to crazy conclusions

Malcolm: Ugh. This is so annoying. Why talk to me about it. You know I’ll stand behind whatever decisions you make

Luna: God. You suck

Malcolm: Listen. You’re annoying. Like hella annoying but obviously you really like this dude, you put up with that bullshit from his dad and you keep cheesing around him like a loser. So talk to him, you’re right about not jumping to conclusions. If you find out he’s been lying this whole time we'll leave. I’m here for you and you only so I’ll follow your lead.

Luna: *Hmph* Whatever

River: The head of the Sohma family and your uncle have been spotted meeting with a few other side branch families. It seems the Sohma family is not pleased about their daughter's spot being potentially taken. They are “exploring” all options on the off chance you don’t marry their daughter

Daisuke: Anything else?

River: Your uncle is attempting to connect his son to Kiyoshi Ito. Luckily there seems to be some tension between the boys so talks of their marriage have been put on hold. Essentially he’s trying to consolidate power where he can outside the main branch

Daisuke: Alright. Keep an eye on the Sohma family and monitor Aikto movements. If she does anything suspicious inform me right away. Don’t worry about the Ito boy, I’ll deal with that myself.

River: Understood

Daiske: Also reach out to Ren. He’s been sounding moody on the phone. Rectify it.

River:...Understood

[aiqsa]

Good lawwddd

Bite My Tongue

simon riley x fem!reader

this is loosely inspired by the one more night music video by maroon 5, but with no baby and you also don’t leave his ahh lol my bestie @sceletaflores told me i should do this weeks ago, so…here we are…MDNI

(this is SO toxic and unhealthy…just a heads up)

-

“Where the hell have you been?” You seethe, anger radiating from you as you sit at the dining room table, your food long gone.

“Gym,” he mutters, picking up his plate from the counter and placing it on the table before sitting in the chair next to yours.

You close your eyes, trying to calm yourself, your teeth pressing against your bottom lip.

He cuts off a piece of his steak, chewing harshly as his eyes take in your agitated state. "You mad at me?"

Your eyes snap open as you release a shaky breath of anger. “Are you fucking serious?” You grit, your jaw tightening. “Tell me you’re joking.”

He chews on the meat slowly, his eyes switching between yours as he sets his utensils down. “Still mad about earlier, then?”

You pick up your steak knife, pointing it at him. “I will take this steak knife and cut your dick off,” your lips flatline.

He pokes his tongue into his cheek as he takes a napkin to wipe his face, then picks up his glass and takes a refreshing sip of water. “Thought it wasn't a big deal,” he mutters, leaning back in his chair.

“You completely ghosted me all morning. You wouldn’t answer my calls or texts,” you sigh, crossing your arms. “And you were at the fucking gym?” You huff. “Doing what?”

“Training with Johnny,” he shrugs, not caring at all. “Have a match tomorrow.”

“You’re leaving again?” You let out a humorless laugh. “Why am I even surprised?”

“What is it, baby?” He coaxes, a grin on his lips. “You feelin’ neglected?” He murmurs, standing to approach you.

You don't look at him, opting to suck your teeth.

His hand slides beneath your jaw, tilting it to make you look up at him. “Been missin’ me?”

“Simon,” your voice is low, and your eyes lock with his. “I hate you.”

“Love you too, sweetheart,” he quips, fingers moving to caress your cheek.

You hate the burning sensation that erupts in your stomach.

Twisting and moving so sharply, you could feel the burn everywhere.

“Think anyone else can tame this pretty pussy?” His hand moves down to press against your clothed cunt.

You release a shaky breath, finding yourself grinding into his palm.

“Ah, ah,” he tuts, hand still hovering. “Tell me.”

“You’re such a bastard,” you pant out from frustration.

“Maybe,” he says, fingers pressing against your cunt. “But, you’re a greedy little thing,” he dips his head to hover over the shell of your ear. “So needy for my cock…my fingers,” he teases, pressing his fingers into you deeper.

Your fingers resting on the chair's edges turn white as you grip the wood tightly.

“Practically dripping onto the chair when I’ve barely even touched you,” he pulls his head back, fingers dipping under the waistband of your shorts and panties.

“Simon…” You find yourself whispering, the lust you feel clouding your better judgment. “Please.”

He licks his lips. “Please what, baby?”

“I—please…” You shift on the chair. “Need you to fuck me.”

Something inside him snaps, and he turns carnivorous.

Ripping you off the chair with one arm, your legs wrap around his waist with ease as he roughly puts you on the kitchen table.

He stands between your legs, lips pressed against your neck, tongue sticking out to move across your skin, as his fingers tug off your shorts and panties in one fluid motion.

“Nobody touches what’s mine. Ever. Yeah?” He mutters into your skin, tugging down his own sweatpants and boxers.

You nod, hand gripping the back of his neck, releasing a sweet noise in his ear.

“Gonna fuck you good, baby. Have you seein’ stars,” he grits out, lining up his cock with your slit.

He braces on hand on your thigh with a tight grip, cock sliding in your dripping cunt with ease before he grips the side of your neck for support to plow into you.

“Oh. Fuck me,” he curses, head thrown back as he grips your thigh tighter, feeling your cunt tighten around him.

You let out a string of moans, fingers moving to dig into his bicep.

“She was fuckin—fuckin’ made for me, sweetheart,” he releases a sharp breath, head tipping forward, eyes locked onto yours that were in a daze. “Wasn’t she?”

Your stomach flutters again at his words and you want to knock him over the head, but you won’t.

The truth of the matter is Simon always knew how to weasel his way back into your good graces.

He didn’t even have to try.

“Always take me—take me so well, babe,” he sputters, pumping in and out of you faster and faster, going deeper and deeper until he fully sunk inside you.

His muscles go taut as his movements continue, as did the sound of your moans bouncing off the walls of your house, making a b-line for Simon’s eardrums.

He’s never heard anything more beautiful.

“So fuckin’ beautiful,” his utters, eyes moving to observe your face. “A God-damn saint.”

You pretend not to hear him, not wanting to satisfy him anymore.

But on the inside your heart swarms.

Even though it really shouldn’t be.

“Gonna…come,” you grit out in between heavy breathes, hand coming to rest on the cold wood of the table.

“Yeah, baby? Give it to me,” he urges, a challenging tone in his voice. “Wanna see it drip onto the table.”

You release a loud moan as you come with Simon following close behind.

Your breath quickens, chest heaving, as your eyes lock onto his. “Someday, I’m gonna fucking leave you, Simon,” you say, your tone unmistakably serious.

“You’re not gonna leave me, baby,” he says with certainty, breathing heavily, brushing his thumb against your bottom lip.

Fuck, he was right.

You were never going to leave him.

-

author’s note: yeah…i should talk to my therapist💔💔

[thewickedwitchoftheeastsupremcy]

I love when fanfic authors write Tin Man/Boq justifiably angry at his situation but he takes it out in the completely wrong way. Like baby no, don’t nearly kill Fiyero please. But also do because I eat it up every time.

[brightbuildart]

just keeping an eye

[palossssssand]

comic done for a project assignment a few years back!

[luizsoul]

My man Hiccup can't win fr

all of a sudden I’ve decided that i am nostalgic for rotbtd/big four content and suddenly I am motivated to draw again lol

[xtaleunderverse]

Today Underverse is 9 years old!

[softaestluv]

Simon Riley who doesn’t tell you that he’s coming home from an assignment because he enjoys the way your eyes light up, the excited noise you make when he surprises you a little too much. But his surprise is ruined when he gets home, and it’s dark outside. Hadn’t expected to arrive so late into the night; you probably fell asleep long ago.

So, he has to sneak in.

He takes featherweight steps down the hallway, doesn’t want to wake you abruptly or frighten you. Stopping once he reaches the side of the bed, leaning down, so he can brush your cheek, lightly shake you awake.

Except his hand never makes it to your face.

Instead, you lunge forward, slamming him to the floor and pinning his hands to his sides with your knees, pressing the weight of your body to his chest. The knife he gave you to protect yourself pressed to his neck, a ferocious expression on your face.

Simon’s utterly shocked, “Jesus, love, it’s just me.”

“Simon! I thought you were a thief!” You explain, dropping the knife to the side, “I didn’t know! You taught me better than that!”

He laughs, loud and boisterous. Pride beats his chest because yeah, he had taught you that. Smiles wide and proud at you.

“That’s my girl.”

✎ᝰ.ᐟ

[artsarasp]

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