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Patiently waiting for bird videos to be invented. Photo from my collection, 1956.

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Battle of the Barbies: Fantasy Playsets (Round 2)

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THIS WAS FANTASTIC 💕 💕 💕

I particularly enjoy how you handle the dialogue for Paris, it feels exactly as I imagine he would sound. The intensity, the almost poetic feeling in his every commentary when it comes to his beloved.

While at the same time, you explored through the smut an aspect rarely seen before. It's unusual and quite refreshing seeing him adopt a glimpse of dominance. You also managed this to happen in a way that felt organical, in tone with him, and contrasting to how he is canonically asociated with weakness.

Excellent job!!

switch it up — paris of troy

plot ; " paris could never be one or the other when it came to the bedroom; he was always a mix of a little bit of everything "

warnings ; mature content—read at your own risk, x reader, switch!paris, teasing, pet names (my beloved, beautiful, my queen ) oral ( f receiving ), p-in-v, missionary, paris goes from charming prince to babygirl lmao

notes ; in this alternate universe, the trojan war is ongoing for a different reason, and helen is still in sparta with menelaus; you are paris' wife

" You're tired, my love. " Paris spoke, large, calloused hands finding your soft cheeks. His thumb brushed across the apples of them, admiring the smoothness of your skin, the soft pinkish red of your blushing visage.

" I am weary, Paris. " Your whisper reaches his ears just barely, a subtle declaration from your soul, its confession that it was beginning to tire from the war.

He knew. He knew simply from the way your ever-so-graceful being faltered when you walked; no, glided, across every room you stepped in to. Still commanding the attention of every man and woman; he would say to you that even the Gods envied your beauty, your grace, your ethereal presence.

One of his hands slid to your shoulder; resting there, comforting, but also offering.

" Let me ease your burdens, my beloved. "

Paris was known for his cowardly personality. All bark and no bite, a man of great words, but a man who shyed away from battle when it came to his feet.

But with you? He was everything and nothing but a man, at your feet, at your service.

No, really. He had dropped to his knees before you, strong arms curling under your thighs to hold them, pulling you closer to the edge of your shared bed.

" Paris ! " Your gasp made him chuckle, as his hands reached to undo the confines of your robes.

" Surely you are not afraid of merely a prince, my flower. "

When the last of your clothing fell to the floor, leaving you bare and in your most authentic form, he paused, to admire. To stare up at you with those softened eyes that gave him the look of a doe. A soft creature, with fascination in its eyes at the extraordinary beauty before him.

" My Queen .. my light, my fire, my hope in this damned war. " He breathed out, warm air ghosting the sensitive flesh of your most intimate area.

He wasted no time, leaning forward and pressing his lips in a tender kiss to your core, before darting his tongue out; licking a long, slow, teasing stripe upwards the canvas of your sex.

The mere sight of him, worshipping you as if you were Aphrodite herself, was enough to make you tremble, and let out soft moans of pleasure each time his arms tightened their grip on your thighs; each time his mouth found your center again, like he was a starved man, and you were a feast laid before him. Every praise you muttered out left him nearly trembling himself, reveling in the pure ecstasy of hearing his love's approval.

" Please. " He whispered, a muffled beg. " Let me worship you, my beautiful goddess. Let me show you the unending depths of my love for every inch of your extraordinary self. " before returning to his pleasuring ministrations, leaving you a mess of pleas, cries, and broken whispers of his name, until he brought you to climax; legs shaking, fingers tangled in his dark, curly locks of soft hair, his eyes watching your every move; still softened with that almost impossibly pathetic, loving gaze.

In your panting afterglow, he rose to his feet, taking hold of you by the ankle and pulling you close.

Such as Paris was; never one, never another, but an ever-changing paradox, twisting and turning, switching and transforming between his complex, but beautiful way of balance; one moment, he was a worshipful servant to your every whim.

The next, he was a Prince of Troy; commanding, dominant, and strong.

He was quick to unfasten the ties of his trousers, letting them slacken and fall down his hips, revealing more of his toned, lean body. Paris was a coward, yes. But he was not weak. Slipping them the rest of the way down, he freed himself from the confines of his pants, already pulling you closer, and coming to overarch your body, his own muscular frame covering yours.

His hands found your hips, and he with ease and gentle carefulness, buried himself to the hilt inside of your warmth. You both let out simultaneous gasps of relieving pleasure, panting, his head resting against your shoulder, bodies already glistening with sweat. Rising his head to meet your beautiful gaze, he kissed you with the vigor of a man who believed you were going to disappear the moment he pulled away. Hips slowly beginning to piston back and forth, kisses deepening, his hands roaming every curve and crevice of your body he could find; like he was searching, searching for something he could only find by devoting himself to memorizing every inch of you, calloused palms squeezing over your breasts, thumbing the peaks, gripping your thighs.

" Gods.. " He whispered, panting, on the verge of his own release. " My Queen, my beloved, you are the only thing in this world worthy to me. " his fingers brushed your cheeks; the way he once did, hours before, when your interaction was still romantically innocent.

" Paris.. please.. I.. " You could only respond in broken sentences, gasping, moaning, crying out in ecstasy and pleasure as you both reached your peak; he spilled himself inside you with a groan of pure satisfaction, arms pulling you closer than you thought possible.

Lying in the aftermath of Paris' unadulterated love, you found yourself feeling less stressed, just like he promised. In fact, the only thing on your mind was his arms holding you oh-so close, like you would vanish should he lose sight of you.

" My beloved. " He whispered.

" Should this war take me; know that I will battle the Gods for eternity, to be reunited with you in the underworld; where I can hold you once again, just like this. "

" Don't. " Your whisper returned. " Do not speak of such things. You will return home to me. "

He smiled, ever-so-softly. So softly a man could confuse him for gentility itself.

" Then I will return to you. And once I do, I will hold you once again. "

Paris leaned in, placing a kiss to your forehead, tucking your frame into him, head resting beneath his chin.

" For you, I am everything and nothing but a man. "

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One of the COLDEST🥶shots from GLADIATOR (2000)

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Troy (2004)

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Gladiator (2000)-Timestamp Roulette

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I was initially planning on being a casual fan, but then I thought, why not just let it consume my soul instead? 

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Come with me, I want to show you something---

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So, apparently after doing some more digging I found out Tyler Mane was in a 2005 Hercules miniseries where he was NOT casted as Hercules.

This is the only photo of it I could find.

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"I asked ChatGPT-" Well I asked the immortal Dragon that Uther chained in the caves beneath Camelot and HE told me to commit treason

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sorry for posting a lot about *remembers this is tumblr* nothing i can post whatever i want forever

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I had a very stressfull day, so now I am gonna watch a shitty and probably propagandistic 90's action flick just cause that buff guy from gladiator looks good in it.

I don't give a single fuck about the plot, look at his smile

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it’s funny that people on twitter hate tumblr so virulently bc i get it if you are logging on for the first time in 2025 tumblr probably does suck. however i wouldn’t know because i have been carefully curating my dash experience and mutual circle since 2011 and my circle of tumblrinas taken by itself is the greatest social networking site of all time

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irl friend i translate a thing for: wooow, Lu you are so fluent! What's your secret for such good english?

Me, sweating nervously: ... I just keep a constant contact with the language from the media i consume

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being on tumblr for a long time but never reading homestuck like

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How many of these movies have you seen that people said “you haven’t seen [blank] yet??” to me about