#this is for them

[duckngk]

yeah ok im in my cringe era

[cupidsworstcrime]

i want that man in a muzzle. i want him humping my shin. i want him all pent up and growling. i want him to get so fed up with my teasing, he holds me down and takes what he needs. i need him to whine when the muzzle stops him from kissing and marking me. i need him to be a pathetic mutt

[devilat-thedoor]

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

gifs made from a video by joshskittytickler

[ride-thedragon]

House Martell Fancasts.

I will say that before I begin, I try to be both book and show accurate. So characters are aged up to fit the show timeline, but also, this production would've happened in 2014, so I tried to cast actors who were active around that time. Lastly, I like the books, but if the actor doesn't match physically, it's because the actor themselves do.

ELIA MARTELL: Varada Sethu

CHILDREN OF HOUSE MARTELL.

Arianne Martell: Rukku Nahar

Quentyn Martell: Fady Elsayed

Trystane Martell: Suraj Sharma

SAND SNAKES OF HOUSE MARTELL.

Obara Sand: Alicia Vikander

Tyene Sand: Olivia Dejonge

Nymeria Sand: Leem Lubany

Sarella Sand: Fola Evans-Akingbola

MEN AROUND HOUSE MARTELL (ft an ashara dayne fancast.)

Gerald Darkstar: Callum Turner

Daemon Sand: Jack O'Connell

Ashara Dayne: Antonia Thomas

[mio-nika]

New interloper btw

[cypherpt2supremacy]

You know it's hilarious some are claiming this travel show is for fan service considering fans would rather die than see Jimin and Jungkook breathe next to each other 👩🏾‍🦯

[avernaqueenofthedead]

Unbroken spirit

In shadows deep, where torment resides,

A soul endured endlessly, amidst cruel lies.

Betrayed by trust and love, by malice led,

Yet stands unbroken, undeterred.

Through trials dark, the most purest spirit tested,

By those who sought to leave it bested.

But in the silence of the night,

Resides a strength that takes its flight.

No forgiveness sought or given,

No mercy will be granted upon them

For wounds so deep, by utter hatred driven

Sleep finds solace in peace where pain lies,

In knowing worth can't be unbound .

The last chapter in this book will forever be foretold

When the echoes fade and it will remain cast away

In solitude, a choice is made.

The souls of the wicked and dammed

Will finally be brought to they’re knees

For a journey forward, free from strife,

Only those who cherish truest life.

Art credits to oyouun from illustrators.RU 🌸

-avernaqueenofthedead

[fruitbasketball]

rewatching azzi’s story like a psychopath why is paige posed like a frat boy bro

[strawb3rry-shark]

bite bite bite bite bite chomp bite bite bite bite chomp chomp

[iyagato]

jusr finished good omens 2 ✌️ i had to get this crowley out of my system

[icarusian]

"you're doing it again." diluc flicks the page of his book aside, barehanded and deft and entirely aware that he has an audience. he scratches down some notes onto his parchment with the other, white-knuckled and close to the tip for controlled, bold strokes.

"mm... yes," razor agrees. "your hands... are strong and pretty." shameless, diluc thinks. perhaps growing up without many social conventions made razor more honest, leaving him without the notion of shame or holding one's tongue.

"have you done your reading assignment for the day, razor?" ignoring razor's straightforwardness is about as easy as ignoring how his pulse jumps at the sincerity and awe, but diluc manages.

razor says nothing, instead folding his arms out in front of him and leaning his head down so he's eye-level with diluc's hands as they work. his latest research journal had just arrived from dragonspine, and diluc had been no more than ten minutes into albedo's newest findings before razor found his way into the study. the fact that he's here so soon after his assigned lesson likely means adelinde once again fell for his sad, abandoned-by-master-diluc gaze and released him out of pity.

and although razor is quiet, typically only breaking the silence to ask diluc how to pronounce more complex words in his assigned readings, diluc cannot concentrate like this:

knowing his every stroke and flick of the fountain pen is being watched, not under scrutiny, but admiration; knowing that razor is not here for mere company, but with a desire so singular diluc feels exposed without his gloves for protection.

"...diluc... master," razor starts. the word must be unfamiliar to his tongue, but he started picking it up from the maids. he has never been razor's master. wolves are untamable, and diluc is not a fool.

"do not call me as such," diluc says, still unwilling to meet razor's gaze. he sets his pen down, and resigns himself to finishing parsing out his updated journal at a later time. he is being watched, and he can no longer prolong the inevitable.

diluc lifts his eyes, daunted by the sharpness in razor's own. he is intelligent in his own right, and diluc has yet to fully understand just how much razor has learned about diluc simply by observing him.

"sure... diluc." razor tries again. "finished?" there's a hunger in him that diluc can't yet bring himself to match. he's afraid of what razor could bring out in him; all bared teeth and pure affection; vulnerability he hasn't lent a soul in moons.

"did you? finish?"

"no... not today. wanted to see you."

there it is again: a confession without hesitation. razor trusts diluc to let him want out in the open. when has diluc been afforded that in his life?

"i'm here, aren't i? no reading and entry into my private study... i'd say you got what you wanted, pup." but razor's eyes are watching the subtleties in diluc's hand gestures, not listening to him at all, and diluc feels his face flare.

"wanted something else."

diluc stands with a short sigh, a buzzing in his skin pushing him onwards and begging him not to fight, and moves to sit on the chaise lounge, legs lazily spread apart. he's less frustrated at razor than he is himself. disappointed, perhaps.

razor pushes away from the desk and eagerly takes up residence on diluc's lap, like he's done dozens of times over. diluc's hands are quickly occupied, razor slotting each finger between his until they're both gripping each other with the same strength. not in a show of power, but in a gesture of equity. i will meet you where you are. give me what i give you.

diluc closes his eyes. he knows razor has done the same, as he feels razor's nose brush his before their lips find each other. razor tries to open his mouth far too early, quickly ready for something deeper to satisfy him, but diluc squeezes one of his hands to stop him.

to his credit, razor pays attention to his signal. he pulls back just enough so that his bottom lip is still caught between diluc's, and simply pushes into him with a soft, pleased noise. diluc feels his lips quirk up, and he rewards razor by pulling one hand free to hold him by the back of the neck in a comforting gesture.

had he always given into such indulgences? surely, even as a boy, he had never been easily enticed by the adventures and riches kaeya promised him. there was not much that swayed his heart so easily like razor.

diluc slowly works his hand into the base of razor's skull, moving steadily upwards as razor presses his front more fully to diluc. he feels heat stir in him, steady as a lantern, as razor's mouth drops open with each pass over the base of his skull. razor whines, soft and high, when diluc tilts his head and tenderly bites his lower lip.

"does that feel good, pup?"

he thinks, foolishly, if he makes the wolf feel smaller, it won't have the strength to swallow him whole. but razor opens his eyes and they're still as hungry as the day diluc found him.

"feels good... right here..." razor drags his free hand over diluc's heart— "... and here." he makes a short, needy thrust against diluc's hips below him. "more, diluc. please."

"i will," diluc promises. "but since you shirked your lesson today, you'll have to wait longer." razor huffs, frustrated and aroused, but he instead goes right back to kissing diluc like he will never be satisfied.

and maybe he won't. maybe diluc will indulge razor just enough to fill him up, but leave him truly hungry. or maybe razor will eat him alive in his frustration.

as razor kisses him, soft sighs and needy moans pressed earnestly into his mouth like fresh air, diluc feels that a part of him has already been swallowed and razor will never give it back.

[copepods]

i like working at plant store. sometimes you ring up someone and there's a slug on their plant and so you're like "Oh haha you've got a friend there let me get that for you" and you put the slug on your hand for safekeeping but then its really busy and you dont have time to take the slug outside before the next customer in line so you just have a slug chilling on your hand for 15 minutes. really makes you feel at peace with nature. also it means sometimes i get to say my favorite line which is "would you like this free slug with your purchase"

[squareofshape]

so i wore a pride flag pin to work the other day and the kids were all interested (obviously) (find me a classroom of preschoolers who are not obsessed with rainbows) (i'll wait) so they crowded around to see.

"aww!" they said, "it's a flag!!"

but the thing is: they're little. a lot of them don't really have a handle on all their mouth sounds yet.

such as, notably, that tricky tricky "L" sound.

[szczekaczz]

Henriëtte Ronner-Knip, A dog and her puppies

[junglejim4322]

Straight guys who use tumblr are the funniest people ever literally how did you end up here