#yes im whining

[heirofdragons]

I’m so mad at hbo & hotd producers because it’s enough of a human rights violation to be subjected to multiple sex scenes involving criston cole, then I have to witness the slow butchering of both rhaenyra and daemon’s characters while wondering where the hell are half of the characters that are supposed to be in this part of the story. It’s like 64 pages long in the book (I know it’s a few more but let me be dramatic), was it that hard to stick to it?? Or if you have to fuck it up at least give me rider-dragon bonding scenes not goddamn criston cole growing increasingly uglier changing 43 hairstyles.

[ironic-orange]

id do anything to draw bloodweave today but alas, i have saturday classes

[idontknowwhyimhere102]

I wrote the best shit I did in a while for a character ai not creation thingy just for it to now save. Fuck this fucking world I hate this. It was so good too I fuck hate everything.

[nightstarn]

Yeah ....

bc valentines is coming up, shout out to the aros that are still grieving their identity. every valentines decoration can seem like a punch to the gut when youve realised that you cant love in the way society wants you to, and you might even try to squeeze yourself back into the box that you know doesnt fit. finding out youre aro can be pretty isolating with romantic love literally everywhere, just so you know, i love you, youve got this<3

[hungharrington]

Your last ask’s tag shfjfkdk BYEEEE. Giving Steve a handjob in the theatre, (bonus points if it’s a super fancy one byeeeee)

ALSO giving him a handy whilst staying at your parents’ house for the holidays because you both know you are way too loud to do anything else discreetly. He’s such a good boyfriend, and he really is acting like the model son in law, but you just want to ruin him ❤️😮‍💨 kissing his face, cooing at him, lifting your top and bouncing your boobs around his face, just doing the most so that he’ll whine

you 🤝 me  obsessed with giving steve a handy in places you absolutely shouldn’t hehe

at your parents house oh my god yes - and look, steve’s known to be respectable enough around town, with his parents name and all that, he really shouldn’t be too worried but it’s undeniable how sweet it is that he is worried :) he just wants this weekend away with your parents to go well, okay? he’s been forbidden to date a girl once before and while you’re certainly worth the scraped hands from sneaking in windows, steve’s not sure his knees can handle it— so, yeah, he wants this weekend to go as swimmingly as it can. you, however, are feeling devious. you’re not outright with it, you know better than to do that especially around your parents but you certainly are pulling out the stops that you know drive steve mad — like those sweet short summer dresses he drools over every time, but forgoing a bra of any sort this time. it’s a lethal combination and you know it. best of all, is the like unspoken ban on sex between the two of you; even if your parents were trusting enough to put you in the same room, it’s only because they share a wall with it, meaning unless you figure out how to bounce on his cock without wrecking your vocal chords, sex is out the window

steve knows this- so really, he should be anticipating a little bit of tomfoolery from you — but it doesn’t cross his mind when you come and meet him out by pool. in fact, nothing crosses his mind at all when he see you in the sundress, rucked up in your hands, showing off a dangerous amount of thigh as you wind around the pool loungers to his. you smile down at him, shirtless and stretched out to soak up some sun. “budge up,” you say, knees leaning into the cushion and steve obeys without a word, scooching over so you get sit beside him— there’s not quite enough room for two people so you end pressed against him, head leaning against his shoulder as your hand comes to rest on his chest. steve curls his arm around you with a content hum, keeping a generous distance from anything too touchy — his hand firmly on your shoulder. 

“what are you up to, hm?” he asks, pushing his sunglasses up atop his head. your fingers start to stroke lightly, soft touches along his chest as you think about your reply. “just missed you,” you say, pressing a quick kiss to his shoulder. your hand on his chest shifts a bit, swirling little patterns down across his tummy, which tenses for a moment beneath you. “miss touching you,” you murmur, pressing another kiss to his skin, adoring the way steve’s sucks in careful breath. his hand on your shoulder gives a light squeeze and he smiles, leaning over to brush his lips against your temple, “me too, honey,” he assures, voice low, “but we can’t—“ he swallows a bit as your hand wanders about, fingertips teasing along his v-line tantalisingly, just enough to get him interested. “your- your parents.” he reminds you, voice a bit shakier this time— his eyes are glued to your hand, muscles rippling under the skin wherever it scratches over. 

“just be quiet then,” you counter, a teasing smile toying on your lips. “and be quick.” this time, when your hand travels back down, you follow his v-line all the way down to his cock, which twitches the moment your hand nears it. steve is protesting in an instant, a little ‘wait, wait, wait’ but it dies off when you palm against his cock and shit, the couple days apart must be getting to him because just one touch is enough to have his head dropping back, giving a raspy exhale, “fuck, honey.” his hardness grows beneath your touches quickly, cock pushing up against the fabric of his shorts but he’s still got that niggling worry in the back of his mind, “baby,” he pants a bit, his hips shifting about under your touch. he doesn’t try pull your hand away, just fixes you with a pleading look, “your- your parents could…” but his sentence trails off when your hand snakes up to tug on the front of your dress, letting your tits peak out and steve full on groans, lust clouding his gaze as he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip. your spit in your hand and resume, slinking your hand back down his body, this time you sneak your hand into his shorts, fingers curling around his hot, leaking cock and steve stammers out another breathy moan— bringing his fist up to his mouth to try quieten himself. 

you pump his cock, starting slow, purposefully ignoring the head of it and instead starting to press more kisses into his shoulder and along his collar. steve’s breaths come a little heavier, coming out with a hint of a whine to them. you pull him out of his shorts, hidden behind your own body and greedily stare; his tip so pink and the vein down the side you always want to drag your tongue along. “missed this cock,” you hum sweetly, beginning to twist your hand, stroking him faster. steve’s tummy clenches, hips chasing your hand instinctively and when you finally thumb over his sensitive tip, steve whimpers loudly. “and your noises,” you say, almost teasingly, nosing along his collarbones and dragging your tits against his chest. “but you’re being too loud, stevie,” you pout, purposefully rubbing along his slit repeatedly in that way you know makes steve fall apart— he whines, jagged sweet little noises that accompany every harsh breath of his. “baby,” he whimpers again, pleading. “please, please, please,” 

you pick up the pace, the slick sound of your hand on his cock getting louder and louder as you try bring him to the edge. steve lets out another soft moan, his volume climbing in his desperation. “christ, fuck, honey, y’gotta- ah, y-you feel so good,” and his eyes switch between clenched tight and staring hungrily at your tits. “c’mon, baby, gotta be quiet,” you insist in a rasp, “you can be good and quiet right? or else i’ll have to…” you change your pace, slowing til you’re barely  stroking him and steve is hips buck up against you in an instant. “no!” he cries, too loud, then lowers his voice, brown eyes finding yours as he begins to plea. “no, please, i- fuck, i’ll be quiet and— oh my god, uh,” and his voice breaks off into another whine that he smothers into his fist as you work his cock faster again. steve tilts his head back, baring his throat, mouth open as another whiney warbles out, mixing with his whispered curses, “fuck, fuck, ah, fuck,” and it’s not until you speak with a tone of faux-innocence, nodding down to his cock and coo at him, “y'gonna let him cum? :( he just wants to cum, baby” and steve just falls apart, hot cum spurting from his tip and you just keep stroking him, teasing out those pathetic whimpery noises as he writhes in pleasure, all hot and bothered- he’s so noisy too, little, “thank you, ah, fuck, thank you” slipped between his moans as he fucks your hand through his orgasm, coated in his own cum. you actually consider stroking him through to another one, with his cum as lube, when there’s a faint call through the house for lunch and you just grin, releasing his cock and licking up what’s on your hand. steve’s chest is heaving, eyes still cinched shut as he tries to reel himself in — already thinking of ways to get revenge on you for making him sit through a lunch with you parents with his cum-stained shorts, especially considering you seem to enjoy his blushing face far too much 

[frecktheheck]

I…I wanna draw my mutuals Lambs so much 🥺 i cant focus on anything ughh (also sad I missed the swap thing)

[christakisbang]

the first take

[imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend]

I want to get to know Billy in a secret bar!

Second Chances - Part 2

Leaving with Bill, you feel eyes of the party on you. Self conscious nerves start creeping up on you, but you shake it off. You’re just going to talk business and grab dinner. No big deal. It’s not like you’re going to sleep with him. Ugh! Why did you have to think that? Now you’re imagining him naked. Shit! You try to walk a little faster to dislodge his hand off your back, but with his long legged strides it doesn’t phase him in the slightest.

As the elevator door closes, “So, um..where are we going?”

“You ok? You look a little flushed.” He brushes your cheek and his teasing smile makes you blush harder but you frown at him.

“No, I’m fine.” An obvious lie. “Where are we going?”

“I got a spot.”

“Would you like to share with the rest of the class?” Bill looks at the floor with a smile on his face. Again, your annoyance drifts away with the knowledge that you made him smile. “I’m serious. I need to text my friends where I’m going.”

“Why?”

You exit the elevator and head outside to the valet. Bill gives them his ticket and faces you. You sigh, “I don’t know you, Bill. It’s something my girlfriends and I do to keep safe.”

“Beautiful women have to take precautions living in the city. The Campbell Bar. Grand Central Station.”

You shoot off a quick text. “Thank you. Sorry. No offense.”

“No, I should have thought of that. Security and safety is my business. I identify with the protector. Not the villian. You’re safe with me, Y/N.”

You get to Grand Central and you head towards the front entrance, but Bill grabs your hand, “Uh uh. This way, sweetheart.” You keep your hand in his as you walk around to a side street. The chill in the air is getting to you and Bill pulls you closer to him.

“This is a loading dock.” You stop walking and try to pull away, but his grip on your hand tightens. “What’s going on?” You start to panic.

Bill laughs but it doesnt have the same effect as it did earlier. “Y/N, I swear to you. This is the way to Campbell Bar. Trust me.” Again that smile of his. He gently pulls you forward and you go up the steps to the loading dock. You go through the doors and enter the Campbell Bar. You feel like you’ve stepped back in time to the 1920s. It’s hidden like a speakeasy of the past.

“Oh, my God, Bill. This place is beautiful!” Bill steers you to a table and you take in the high ceilings and massive bar that runs along the side of the room. There’s a fire burning in the fireplace. It looks magical.

“You like it? Don’t think i’m going to murder you?”

Sheepishly, “I’m sorry. But in my defense it is at night and you took me to the loading docks.”

“I’ll think of how you can make it up to me.” He winks and your heart stutters. “This was John Campbell’s library in 1923. He was a big-time financier who leased it from the Vanderbilts. Did you know the Vanderbilt family built Grand Central?”

“No I didnt, Professor Russo.” Teasingly, “Tell me more. I never even knew this place existed. This place would be incredible for work. The parties I could throw here.”

You spend the evening getting to know each other. He shares stories about him being in the Marines and work at Anvil. You let him know about your business and what you were hoping to get from contracting Anvil. The bill is paid and the bar is emptying out.

“I’ll look into it myself. I’ll see where they’re at with your proposal.”

“You don’t need to do that. But…if you can have someone call me, that’d be great.” You hand him your business card.

“Come back to my…”

“I need to be going.”

“Ok, that’s not how I saw this evening ending.”

“I need to be in the office early tomorrow…”

“You don’t owe me an explanation, sweetheart.”

You nod and quickly get up to leave. You make it out to the loading docks but turn around to go back to Bill and slam into him. “Jesus Christ!”

“Fuck.”

“You scared me to death! What are you doing?!”

Smiling, “It’s after midnight! I’m not letting you wander the streets alone. You seemed to be in fight or flight mode so I let you do your thing.” Slowly pulls her into a hug.

Groans in humiliation and you confess into his chest, “This night has been so much more enjoyable than I thought it would be. I tend to overthink things and you make me really nervous. Yet I had so much fun tonight.” In a soft whisper, “Thank you, Bill.”

Bill squeezes you tighter & tilts your chin up to capture your mouth with his. His lips are hungry against your. His tounge slips inside you and you tangle together. His hands fist in your hair urging you to kiss him deeper. After a while Bill ends the kiss and it leaves you both panting. He drops a light kiss on your lips. “Let’s get you home.”

@idaofinfinity

[ratatatastic]

"I gotta have you talk about Barkov a little bit... 'cuz, you know, he's your Captain but like... What should we know that we don't know about this guy? He's so quiet, he keeps a low profile—I'm sure that's by design—but he's the quietest, incredible superstar that...When Chris Pronger was working there (VP of Hockey OPs/Senior Advisor from 2017-2020), I remember he used to say to me, 'Hey, this guy is a Top 5 player in the game.' Even when nobody was even putting him in the Top 10 at that time, you know? But what makes him so great? What do you know about him now that you thought you knew before you got there?" "You know, well, everything—because I'm with you! I knew he was in the league, I knew he was a great player but playing on the other side—I'd see him play twice a year and I wouldn't watch that much and I had no appreciation for how good he was. But the answer—I'm gonna give you an answer about Barkov and it's not gonna be good enough... 'cuz I can't answer that question about him yet, I still haven't gotten to figure it out. I don't know to do it justice but he's this extreme perfect blend of absolutely no ego and an incredible drive to be better at the same time. So usually the guys that are really driven have a bit of an ego. Ego's not bad always, right? Maybe I'm using the wrong word to describe it but he will put his teammates and his—everything—first, and it won't bother him one bit! That's exactly the way he wants it! He doesn't want to be the first guy out, he doesn't want to—it's not that he doesn't want to do interviews because of the media! Talk to this guy! You walk in our room—you don't know hockey and you don't know names—you can't tell if he's the 1st forward or the 13th forward by the way he treats people. That's absolutely the truth! And the reason he's not appreciated as much as a player is: I have never, ever once seen him even remotely cheat to the offensive side of the game to score a point. He just won't do it. That doesn't mean he's sitting back defensively! He doesn't give a rat's ass about his point totals, he just wants to win. So he's never gonna put the numbers up that he could. If Barky decided he was gonna generate points—if somebody'd convince him, 'Hey, Barky! If you just cheat the game and score—we'd got a better chance of winning!' I don't know, [he'd put up] 120, 130 points? Like he is brilliant but he will never, ever put the game—you know, what? He wouldn't put himself in front of the game. The game demands certain things and you can't get past that no matter how good you are. There are certain things you got to do in this game and usually those are hard things... he'd never once put himself in front of the game." "You can't score 120 or 130 without cheating a little bit, right? It's just a real—" "Yeah, except those guys don't call it cheating! They call it anticipating. Bad players cheat, good players anticipate." "They see things before they happen, Paul! That's what happens!" "Exactly, exactly!"

The Cam & Strick Podcast | 9.24.24 (x)

[shine-n-bright]

"Tough the pain remains, And though it may be hard"

"I'll carry on"

-Good morning

A little fan art of a bunch of ocs (+Hero & Brandi) by @hero-deserves-to-be-happy

(I do hope you don't mind the outfit changes in their designs,,, o_o)

They show up in a very amazing fic called "When Sun Shines Again" on Ao3!

If you to are a random hero fan™ then I guarantee you'll love this fic!

Go give it a read and support the authors!!!!

Some alts under the cut

[galaxyofstars]

'sjm is a romantasy author and it's not that serious. it's meant to be fun" for you. i started tog when romantasy was not a genre. i remember waiting for QoS to come out. i went and bought it at the bookstore the week it was released. it was just another ya series (that i was obsessed with and loved). i witnessed the degradation of her writing after HoF. it felt like a betrayal. i started reading her when i was a lot younger, and followed her series for years. it's too late the obsession was already created. the betrayal was personal (sjm has no idea i exist). so no i will not get over it let me have my fun.

like. look. i love the concepts and ideas and blueprints for the characters. they're fun and you can have a good time reading them. i hated chaol and still read CoM and ToD. i hated rowaelin and still enjoyed the series. just when the quality is at the point where it feels almost insulting that she published it and expected people to pay money for it it pisses me off a little.

[fruchtfliege]

🫡🤍🐺

please I am in a Thiam craze and NEED this

...ask from this post...

🫡 - the caretaker

“I'm fine,” Theo groans.

“Do you know the story of the boy who cried wolf? You're like the opposite. You say I'm fine and I immediately start to worry,” Liam says with a bit of sass as he bites his nails and taps his foot on the clinic's floor.

Even Deaton grins at Liam's joke because he has to admit, it's not unjustified.

Theo rolls his eyes. “You got hit by the powder too. Why aren't you getting checked out?” he throws at Liam who's standing way too close to Deaton as he checks Theo's vitals.

At that, the vet stops and turns to frown at the beta.

“Well... I was gonna. I'm just waiting for my turn.” Liam blushes under both Theo's and Deaton's unconvinced looks. “And you hit your head pretty bad, what if you got a concussion or something!”

“I'm an invincible supernatural creature,” Theo reminds them with a groan, growing more grumpy and annoyed every second he stays on the examination table.

Deaton looks into the chimera’s eyes and raising three fingers. “How many fingers am I holding?”

“Six,” Theo answers, bored.

Deaton and Liam share a look.

“I'm joking!” Theo exclaims like that was obvious.

🤍 - first chimera!liam au

“Try and get his scent,” Stiles urges him. “Get anything?”

“Well, it's a mix of honey with a bit of sweat but it's not bad, it's actually-”

Stiles punches Theo's arm a bit harsher than necessary. “Not his actual scent! His emotional state. Chemosignals!”

“Oh,” Theo says, now a bit embarrassed.

Well, Theo hasn't been around Liam all that long but there's always some kind of low rage to his scent. Even when he's happy and smiling. So he disregards that, thinking that it must be more his scent than an actual emotion that he drags everywhere.

“He's sad.”

“Wow, in a cemetery? No way,” Stiles tells him sarcastically, still so impatient. “Don't tell me. It's grief.”

“It's not grief,” Theo tells him, not fazed by Stiles' attitude. “It's uh…” Theo is puzzled for a few seconds. He's not that bad at chemosignals usually. It's one of the only shifter things where he's pretty average. Which is a good thing. “It's resentment.”

Before he can add something else, he smells the rage in Liam's scent suddenly flare up and explode into the air. Theo is shocked by it even at this distance.

Liam starts kicking the dirt furiously in front of the tombstone. Both Stiles and Theo stay silent, speechless. Even from a distance, they can hear Liam sniffing and it's clear that he's crying, passing a sleeve over his face often.

A bit more controlled, Liam takes the flowers that were on the tombstone and puts them on the one next to it, not really caring as long as they're not for this particular person anymore. And then he leaves.

They wait until Liam is fully out of the cemetery before they approach the tombstone.

Raymond Dunbar

Loving son, father, and husband

1974 - 2005

Theo does the math in his mind. He died the year Liam first left town. Where there is bright and luscious grass everywhere else, Liam's father's tombstone is barely more than dirt with pathetic patches of dry grass. Liam must come here often to make sure there's never any green here.

🐺 - stuck as a wolf!theo au

“Alright, just one final thing! No matter what… we can't let Stiles know that we're going out!” Liam says quickly as he takes his backpack, ready to go.  

“Obviously.”

“Obviously,” Liam says again, nodding at Theo with relief. “Great!”

“Are you sure?” Mason stops their “exactlyyy” moment to ask. “Maybe it would be better to come forward and-”

“No!” Both Liam and Theo exclaim at the same time.

Mason isn’t the angry type. At best, he gets annoyed and then, a few minutes later, he somehow forgets about it. Liam has always been envious of that quality. That being said, it also means that, when Mason looks at him with that peeved look, Liam knows something is definitely bugging him. That light squinting is probably the equivalent of Liam getting his claws out and growling. So he thinks about it for a few seconds. 

“Maybe after the pack meeting,” Liam suggests, trying to find a compromise.

“Yeah, like in ten years,” Theo adds with a snort. 

Liam slaps his arm but, based on Theo’s puzzled “what?”, it seems the chimera didn’t spot Mason putting his foot down. 

Mason’s intense look lands on Theo and Liam knows he’s about to get it. 

“Didn’t take you for a romantic, Raeken, but ten years? Wow, you must love Liam a whole lot to picture yourself still with him in a decade.” 

Theo doesn’t move but his face gains just enough blush for Mason to be satisfied as he turns on his heels and heads for the door.

[pawbeanies]

godddd puppy you keep posting like you’re all needy, wanting someone big and strong to come and touch you and slide a finger or two inside your tight hole- is that the case? want someone to hold you down and kiss your neck and pump their fingers in and out of you until you’re seeing stars and just a whiny incoherent mess? is that it?

anonnn... mean .. i made such a stupid noise reading this you are no fair ..... whining all pathetic n covering my face with my hands sss. if i say yes what then ... perhaps ........ mayybe ....

[itagakimizuki]

Stop being a total loser, and quit your bitching. All you do is whine. It's all, "I can't do that, I'm just too pathetic!" Like anybody cares.

Mitaraike, Enjou Suru (2023) | ep 4

[npd-enigma]

If you claim that someone with a stigmatized disability is one of "the good ones" or that you're somehow fine with them and yet use that disability as an insult, a justification to hate others / judge them for their disability, and get mad when they attempt to correct your usage of their OWN disability, then I have something for you, you are not an ally like you think you are.

[moeblob]

Out of any character in any piece of media that says “___ is my middle name!” this is the only one I would believe. Thanks, Alfred.