#SHE NEEDS GUIDANCE.

[doctorcanon]

Basilio and Eupha low-key starving for their former sibling dynamics and just...bickering. not arguing. Not fighting but just kinda...bickering. I feel like Eupha's wonder would be good for Basilio and Eupha NEEDS situational awareness like water.

"I don't care how beautiful the bamboo flower was, miss Eupha, you ain't buyin' one..."

"but Basilio, she must feed her ailing children!"

"for the last time, the children weren't ailing, they were grown women stealing your wallet!"

[sifuhotthot]

I know quite a few people have pointed out how Ozai sees himself and Iroh in Zuko and Azula - the soft cowardly first born and the more deserving second born - but I think something that’s neat is that it seems Iroh does the exact same thing.

Iroh loves Zuko and sees him as his own son, saying that he is a troubled young man and acknowledges all the terrible things he went through. Iroh gave Zuko constant support and acted as a guiding light, a pillar to lean on. Zuko makes numerous mistakes, life ruining ones, but Iroh is always there.

Iroh did not give that same consideration to Azula, but instead said that  “she’s crazy and needs to go down.”

Iroh would tell Zuko not to give in to Azula’s deceit and selfishness, and that he must fight her in an agni kai to take his rightful place. He sees in her his brother, a tyrant, a monster - not a fourteen year old girl shaped by surroundings. A fourteen year old who, to my knowledge, has caused less problems than Zuko in the general world. 

Iroh remembers the mistakes of his past and sees Zuko repeat the same, and tries to help him off that path before it can go too far, that he is a Nice Young Man who is simply misguided. 

He sees what Azula in the future is capable of and decides that this is what her future will be. This is all Azula will amount to. Azula will be nothing more than another cruel member of the family. Azula needs to go. 

[benjamikaela]

“You need to ask yourself: What you want, where your loyalties are… and whom do you trust?”

The wildest thing about Mr Scott is that even knowing the truth about him, nothing he says comes across as deceitful. He always gives Eleanor good advice! He’s always sincere to her, yet neither she nor anyone else can see past the sincerity to the truth. He is always honest but his meaning is construed through the assumptions of others

[littlebitofdnd]

Sandra-Lynn and Sklonda are having a "What Do We Do About Kristen" phone call as we speak

[s0fter-sin]

i like mel and langdon being weirdly codependent work besties but it would be hilarious if mel was just hyperfixating on the guy teaching her and once her source of new information dries up she just drops him

[tashism]

tashi duncan clit slapping!! especially when she’s so desperate, so close to her second orgasm, already half-overstimulated!! yes yes thinking of this when i should be sleeping but yet can’t sleep because tashi duncan

thinking about putting her in her place….

everyone’s always let tashi think she runs shit. art is a lapdog and patrick is just one she has to keep on a shock collar, but you? you’re the hardest for her to control, to train. it pisses her off and makes her more determined all at once. it wasn’t until she was deep into being with you that she realized you’d trained her. getting her to stop arguing you by stroking her hair and kissing her face, telling her she’s gonna tire herself out getting so mad and yelling so much. once she calmed down it was a “see? feels better to be good, right?”. despite her pout and red face, she’d still nod and nuzzle into your neck, pressing soft kisses and muttering her defeated apology against your skin. but even so, she needed some harsher reinforcement from time to time.

sitting on your knees next to her spent body, your hand wrapped around her throat and your fingers buried inside her messy cunt. “you just talk so fucking much” you grunt, the palm of your hand battering her poor, sensitive clit as your fingers rut into her harshly. “and you’re not even right half the time- you’re never right”. it seemed like the wrong time to be arguing with her, but from your perspective, it was perfect. she didn’t have any opportunity to cut you off, not when she was all gasps and moans and begging for you to slow down. leaning over her, your lips torturously close to hers as you pull your fingers away from her warm walls to rub her clit tight circles. “you just act out because you wanna be treated like a whore” you smile, your hand coming down on her clit in a sharp slap, her thighs shutting around your hand. “sucks that you’re too stupid to just ask for it — you always wanna do shit the hard way” before she can even try to apologize you’re slapping her clit again, this time watching her pussy twitch, her hips bucking desperately.

the harder you hit, the wetter she got — that might be the least surprising discovery of your life.

[beebfreeb]

Little things about Marcille make me so so so sick. Reading a book with the first character that's anything like you at all in even a somewhat respectable way and falling in love. She doesn't know anything about the food her mother grew up eating. She is subtly different from her peers and has never been sure where she fits in. AND despite those experiences she still falls victim to prejudiced thinking. She and Kabru should be besties who verbally fight like rabid dogs.

[foreverppl]

I Put a Spell on You (Because You’re Mine)

Roxanne “Roxy” Rose/Samira Darcy | 1.1k words | IF: Can’t Save Your Love From Dying

God, Samira really doesn’t want to come. Doesn’t want to give Roxanne the satisfaction of making her come, not after the shit she pulled today. She wants to maintain her composure. Say in a sure tone, “Sorry, baby. You just don’t do it for me anymore.”

But Roxanne is fucking into her like her life depends on it. Working her up and tearing her down with each snap of her hips with such ease that it’s almost embarrassing. It is embarrassing.

More than embarrassing, it’s fucking annoying.

And it’s not even fair because Roxanne knows her body so well. She knows every place to linger, where to push, where to pull. Samira becomes absolutely certain she’s fighting a losing battle when she feels Roxanne getting that angle, hitting that spot and instantly something in her stomach is pulling taut and her head’s tilting back and she swears she’s seeing fucking stars behind her eyelids—

And then she’s there, at the tip of the spear. The piercing is sharp and sudden, but it just doesn’t stop. She can feel herself—distantly, very distantly—making a mess of the toy, of Roxanne’s thighs. Even then Roxanne—her lover, her worst enemy, her fucking baby—doesn’t stop working her through it, whispering downright filthy things in her ear until she’s all spent and boneless. And then Samira has to physically halt anymore movement because of the discomfort.

Fuck, she thinks with her sweaty forehead pressed against Roxanne’s shoulder, that’s probably the hardest I’ve ever come.

Roxanne, then: “I think that’s the hardest—“

Samira shuts her up with a searing kiss.

Later that night—or the next morning. Sometime in that nebulous period where one day melts into another, whatever—they find themselves still wrapped up in each other. Bed sheets slung across them, warding off the worst of the chill.

Samira loves it. Luxuriates in the ease of it. These moments somehow always feel the most real. Or the most normal, at least. Whatever normal even means anymore. Those moments when Roxanne’s eyes are unfocused due to sheer exhaustion rather than whatever concoction of drugs and alcohol she’s consumed. Where she gets to have Roxanne all to herself. No pathetic screaming fans or annoying bandmates looking to touch, to harass, to demand attention. Nothing to tempt Roxanne away. Just them. The way it should be.

“I didn’t know it’d get this bad.” Samira starts, whispered voice breaking up the silence. Outside, somewhere below, she hears a car horn. Then a siren. The amalgam of city life drifting into the penthouse at a low hum. None of it can touch them from this high up. Not really. Not now. Samira shuffles back with some intent until she feels Roxanne’s arms tighten around her. Smothering. Secure. “Didn’t think I’d let it.”

“What,” Roxanne mumbles from behind, voice thick with sleep. “What are you talking about?”

“When we first met…” Samira continues on, only distantly registering the question. This is more for her than it is for Roxanne anyhow. Aimless stream of consciousness, whispered aloud in the dead of night. “I did get the impression that you could ruin me, but I figured it’d be a matter of me allowing it to happen. I mostly thought I could—well, this sounds bad, and change you isn’t even necessarily the right wording—but—”

“Fix me, then?” Roxanne cuts in, voice a little more lucid now.

“You’re not broken.” Samira deigns to respond this time, her tone resolute. “Misguided. Misguided, definitely. But not broken.” Not yet.

“Fine,” Samira feels the heat of Roxanne’s breath against her nape as she huffs out the word. “You thought you could… what? Mother me into being one of the many upstanding, reasonable, boring rockstars who go to bed at 9pm and eat quinoa salads or whatever. Is that it?”

Samira rolls her eyes at the heat behind the words, because that really hadn’t been the point she was trying to make at all. She ignores her sarcasm to focus on the part that catches her attention.

“Is that what you think I do?” Samira shifts, suddenly regretting her decision to respond at all. “Mother you?”

Roxanne is silent for a moment, two, then: “Well, you do like being called—“

“One time! That was one fucking time and I just wanted to see - stop laughing!” Samira defends, though relishing in the feel of Roxanne’s laughter vibrating against her back.

Samira has always loved her laughter. Always. Even when it’s the cruel kind. She’s told her this before, she thinks, on one of those late nights where she stayed up long enough to watch her coming down from whatever she took. She loves the look of it on her mouth, the way it sounds. Loves swallowing it up with a kiss, licking the edges of it with her tongue.

“I don’t mean to hurt you, baby.” Roxanne says once her laughter has calmed down. Voice faltering a little like she’s drifting off again. “Just wanna have fun.”

Maybe Samira could stand it better if she knew Roxanne hurt her on purpose as some sick form of entertainment. It’s better than her doing it repeatedly on accident. The idea that their lives are so incongruent, that they are so incompatible as people, that just by virtue of Roxanne being who she is Samira is the one who ends up getting hurt…

Samira eschews the thought. She knows—knows deeply, without doubt—that she could make this work. That if Roxanne simply listened to her once in a while that she could get them on track. There’s nothing Samira wouldn’t do to make her happy. Really, truly happy. A happiness that could be maintained even after the drugs wore off. Roxanne just has to let her.

Roxanne’s arms start to slip away from her, sleep loosening her hold or just general restlessness. Either way, Samira tightens her grip over the arm still slung around her, stilling the movement. Forces herself to ease up a little once she realizes her nails are digging into Roxanne’s skin. Rubs her thumb over the indents they leave.

Roxanne, now deep in slumber, doesn’t even twitch. Samira releases a sigh and allows her eyes to slip closed.

[doctorsiren]

diego seeing through mia is the coolest idea ever, but how exactly does it work? are there any limitations?

First thought: well of course he can see through her! She’s a ghost!

Second thought: it’s more of he can only see her, so she leads him, tells him visual information he might need to know, and also just keeps him company

BUT this did give me an interesting idea of like him actually being able to see through her eyes after the spirit bond between the two gets stronger

like like like Zane and his robo-bird from Ninjago?? Y’know what I mean?? So like, not all the time, but it’s like a power, sort of like being like a spirit medium

But instead of channeling spirits, he’s watching the spirit channel or some dumb joke like that LMAO

She isn’t tethered to him, so she can go wherever and still be channeled by Maya and Pearl, but she tends to stay by his side (just like she would have been by his side at his hospital bed before she got killed)

Her spirit also fluctuates in strength and power, so sometimes she’s very visible to him and basically feels corporeal, but then other times, she’s more faint and see-through

[archersartcorner]

The whole Saavik-kidnaps-a-baby scene was so so good. This moment popped out to me, I just love the mental image of them exasperatedly looking at one another…

[le-fruit-de-la-passion]

I am not immune to 'Viktor as Jinx's/Powder's engineering mentor' propaganda

[caitlynmeow]

When Daniela graduated from high school and was about to enroll in university:

Bela: What do you want to major in?

Daniela: What do they have?

Bela: This is not a restaurant, Dani 😭😭😭

[snkts]

i think logan should stop forgiving his abusers actually

[deus-ex-mona]

sometimes, i think about how ☝︎this rando☝︎ from the [redacted] anime inspired me to tl idol sengen out of spite for her butchered characterisation

[bluedesertbruja]

taylor dearden: 'he (langdon) feels like an adult who can take care of her'

some of you immediately for some reason: omg daddy kink

[minty-playhouse]

So angry and pissed and frustrated today due to irl things

There are so many things to clean and organise and tidy up around the house and sometimes it feels like it's never gonna fucking end and I can't even count on anyone to fucking help me with this shit