#THIS SHIT WAS SO GOOD

[nomel-artz]

so i finished Gurren Laggan....had to draw my fav!! IM DEVEASTATED

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Looked back through the Enid x Yoko tag, so I thought of this.

"'You could, like, not straddle me?" Enid whispers, gripping the bed sheet. "That would be so cool of you."

"Quit squirming." Yoko responds softly, more focused on jamming her thumbs into Enid's mouth. She pushes down on Enid's backmost molars, pushing her mouth open.

Enid gives up. She could get Yoko off of her, or bite down on her thumbs, but she doesn't care enough. Honestly, on the list of odd shit Yoko has done, this isn't even top five.

"You are a beauty, doll." Yoko twists Enid's head to the side, sliding her thumbs to pull back her cheeks, opening her mouth further. She took her glasses off, safe from overstimulation in the dark of Yoko's room. "So well behaved, honey. Is that because of your instincts—" she jolts as Enid's tongue subconsciously rubs against her right thumb, more out of base-minded curiosity than taste-testing, "—or do you like me that much?"

Enid gives Yoko her best unimpressed face, as much as she can with her mouth being forced open. Yoko hums, inspecting Enid's mouth still, but now her face as well. Her eyes trace Enid's face like she's trying to commit it to memory; branding it to her mind.

Enid watches her eyes dip from her hair to her eyes, back to her hair, then lower to her mouth. Her hands pull from the wolf's mouth and settle loosely around her neck. With Yoko's weight on her chest, she's half-expecting to be choked to death. She kind of wishes that is what happens, because it's much less embarrassing than wondering why she wants Yoko this close to her.

"You make such a pretty monster, love." Yoko's nicknames are making Enid's skin itch. Hives, her mind rations, I should get checked for an allergy to cotton.

"You would make a wonderful floor decoration."

Yoko laughs, a short, breathy thing. One 'ha' before she leans down, long hair pooling around Enid's head. She can see it mix with the blond of her own hair. The sight of it makes her stomach flip.

"You don't have it in you, 'Nid." Her face is maybe 6 inches from Enid's, warm red eyes like pools of wine. "'Cause if you did, you woulda done it already."

Enid licks her lips (her own, unfortunately) and looks anywhere except Yoko. She settles her eyes on the god-awful stuffed dinosaur plush Yoko won from some rundown pizza place that she's pretty sure is what Five Nights at Freddy's was based on. That pizza was bad.

"Hey." Yoko says, grabbing Enid's jaw and turning the other to face her.

"Yeah?"

Yoko sets her hand back to Enid's neck. Enid swallows.

"Thanks for the blood."

"Huh? I didn't— YOKO?!" Enid screeches as Yoko forces her teeth into Enid's neck, hands moving to her shoulders.

Enid knows better than to shove her off, not wanting to have Yoko rip something because she's like a dog when she's hungry; digs her teeth into something and not letting go.

"You— I— oh, you fucker." Enid hisses.

Yoko hums against her neck, lips sealing around the wound. The hum travels over Enid's neck and shoulders, setting itself around her ribs.

Enid counts thirty seconds of Yoko taking slow, measured sips before she pulls back, all smiles and bloodied mouth.

"Thank you, darling."

"Yeah, yeah." Enid tries her best to ignore the growing sense of warmth in her chest and stomach, or the way Yoko leans down to kiss the wound. "You're sleeping somewhere else tonight."

"Riiiiiight," Yoko laughs, "because you're going to sleep when you have one pillow and I know you need something to cuddle."

"I'll cuddle the damn air." Enid shoves Yoko (and the feelings) off, almost throwing her to the ground. She rolls over. "Prick."

"I love you too, Enid."

-Writer Anon.

And after that, Enid goes and does her usual walk of shame with a smug vampire lingering nearby. Before crackstone, before Wednesday. Nevermore had their eyes lingering towards a different duo with similar colors.

Nowadays people will tilt their head when Enid hovers around Wednesday and wonder about a different shade that once skulked around the colorful werewolf.

[dayoctopuslover]

bagel

[sentinel-babes]

Aaaaaah fuck I just finished arcane

[dufrau]

PRIME RIB BAYBEEEEE

[redsavesquare]

Made chicken katsu from scratch with a lemon honey garlic soy brown sugar sauce, garlic greens garnish from garden. #gnome

[caitlynssweetheart]

who wants to be my British girlfriend who uses fancy words I don't understand

[miikpal]

battered and bruised

[bootlegroxy]

yummy slop puck

[britreadsbooks]

The Shepherd King (Duology) by Rachel Gilig

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

When the sequel is better than the starter

It has been a long while since I read a fantasy that I absolutely adored. I found a lot of the fantasy novels in the last year to be just okay or even good, but these books had me wondering if I just haven’t read good fantasy in awhile and I forgot what it was like.

The lore in this shit is just *chefs kiss* fabulous. The magic is so unique, so unlike anything I’ve read before. The romance is a subplot - take notes, fantasy writers - and it’s wholesome and the drama adds to it. There’s no need for miscommunication tropes or any time wasters, the natural progression of the plot provides alll the conflict you need.

As the first book “One Dark Window” went on, I fell in love with the magic system and I found myself wanting more and more to know what the scoop was with the Shepherd King. I wanted to know all the juicy deets about how he all these magical cards and how he ended up becoming “The Shepherd King.” I was left wanting at the end of the first novel but surprise, surprise - not for long!

When I started “Two Twisted Crowns” I was stoked that I was getting all of the information I wanted by the end of the first novel. It picked up exactly where we left off and gave me a satisfying, sensible plot with a good wrap-up in the end. The plot was flawless, I have no notes.

The one singular reason that this only gets four stars is because the foreshadowing was heavy as all heck. I could predict a lot of what (I assume) were supposed to be big reveals. I think this novel is considered YA, so that’s probably why, but still.. even with that flaw, this shit was excellent. And I appreciate that author didn’t beat a dead horse. A duology was enough to keep the plot from not feeling stunted because she wanted to drag it out over 3-4 books.

Highly recommend this duology, I’m so happy I picked it up.

[ghosted-jazz]

THE QUEEN!! SHES BACK!!!!!!

[wanologic]

sorry danny, sam will never think you’re cool

[inkskinned]

this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.

good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.

sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.

so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.

one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.

[daincrediblegg]

OK THIS IS NOT A FUCKING DRILL EVERYONE FUCKING REPEAT AFTER ME. THIS IS WHAT YOU WILL DO WHEN YOU WATCH MUPPET CHRISTMAS CAROL THIS YEAR:

You will navigate to the page on disney plus (and it has to be here. Unless someone has actually uploaded the REAL movie anywhere else you cannot get it elsewhere)

BUT YOU WILL NOT HIT PLAY. You won’t do it. Because it’s NOT THE REAL VERSION OF THE FILM AND DISNEY IS FUCKING LYING TO YOU AS IT ALWAYS DOES

You will scroll down HERE. To EXTRAS instead. You MUST GO HERE. This is non -negotiable

THEN YOU WILL SCROLL DOWN TO THE BOTTOM OF THE EXTRAS AND YOU WILL THEN HIT PLAY ON THIS BAD BOY: THE FULL LENGTH VERSION

And you will watch it. And you will thank me for having been so blind and led astray by that stupid fucking mouse. You’re welcome.

[arkangelo-7]

Love the idea of the Batfamily showing a serious, united front whenever they’re working with the Justice League (i.e., obeying Bruce’s orders without question or defaulting to Dick’s authority, following Bruce’s comm protocol, upholding expected field etiquette, coordinating with one another with terrifying efficiency, and generally just not fucking around), but then the minute they get back to the Cave they immediately start to throw hands over who gets to use the PS5.

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

hero/villain showdown but one of them has a spontaneous medical emergency and the battle gets put on hold while their archnemesis drives them to Urgent Care