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[abrahamvanhelsings]

CURRY. hi, it's me again just realized i should also have asked for metternich/rossini (i am 100% serious)

going to give you a 100% serious answer. do i think they fucked? not historically but do i think in another world they might have? by god. yes. i am not exaggerating when i say that metternich was genuinely one of rossini's biggest fans, and that's saying something bc rossini had half of europe eating from the palm of his hand at the height of his popularity. i haven't read much on their interactions, and i think there's nothing on their... situationship specifically. they're briefly mentioned in various literature, and im not sure where the primary sources concerning their relationship (like letters) can be found. it's kind of hard to get a good grip on what they were to each other, bc one author will simply say that rossini was metternich's favourite composer and then another will say they were friends. however i read an article on metternich's use of music in diplomatic settings recently, Damien Mahiet, 'The Musical Diplomacy of Metternich', Diplomatica 3:2 (2018), and that really got me thinking abt how they could've been something. in my mind. for real. going to add some screenshots here:

It's clear from this article at least that they interacted on a level that, to me, goes beyond 'guy who hired another guy', but that they really talked about music together. also, not unimportant to mention that metternich played the violin as an amateur himself, so he really did know what he was about! this is what i mean when i say they interacted on a more casual level:

extremely funny to me that rossini would complain abt this to metternich, like the gossip... these two were hitting it off. what's also really important to me is how metternich wrote abt rossini to dorothea lieven (the wife of the russian ambassador in london who he had a situationship with, also btw a very interesting woman bc politically she was arguably a more influential figure than her husband the ambassador):

"a very nice chap"

"he consistently touches a sensitive string in my heart" :')

metternich going 'fuck beethoven his vibes are miserable and his music repetitive. rossini is everything to me btw' has me on the floor lmfao?

"a lifelong passion for the work of rossini in particular"

rossini saying that metternich really understood music >> they were talking deep into the night i know it

in a wild turn of events metternich hated court life and the public, societal nature associated with politics and diplomacy. he really much preferred to be at home with his wife and children (and to have long conversations through letters with his mistresses, which is a whole other interesting aspect of his life, but before anyone starts making assumptions, i must state he was also happily married to his wives - id have to make a whole post abt early 19th century upper class relationship conventions and metternich's specific ideas on love to dive into this). but ?? to say abt listening to music, and apparently rossini's music in particular in such public settings, "i live in a moment when the rays of the sun enter the darkness of my jail" ?????

also there's these other bits that show metternich was SUCH a fan like he really did everything to get rossini to perform at places. and partly this was bc of his diplomatic efforts through music, of course, but that he chose rossini in particular is bc he thought he was the god of harmony and thee best person for the job. and i like to imagine he also wanted to talk to his bestie in person:

and ROSSINI STILL WROTE TO METTERNICH IN 1858 talking abt "the brilliant days" and their friendship from almost 40 years ago. brother.

so there's this for the historical aspect of their relationship. now it's of course also very interesting to me that metternich was considered to be very attractive by standards of the time, plus he was abt 20 years rossini's senior which :) i love me an age gap (and so did metternich's third wife as ive shown you lol). lot of ways to do something very interesting with this whole dynamic. plus i think there's plenty of room for angst if we consider metternich's conservative policies against rossini's politics which are always kind of... ambiguous, but there's a lot to say abt the opera's he created and what did and did not shine through in those. also the fact that despite whatever political differences they had it clearly did not prevent them from being friends bc of the power of music <3

[zhongrin]

Merry Christmas Rin and here is my present to you

Santa Zhongli have a lot of presents for you if you feed him a cookie and drink his all of his creamy milk

Or

Perhaps you might like him coming home to you all tied up in ribbons and a pretty bow, the look on his face when he saw you made him speechless and highly aroused that it's evident by the bulge in his pants

"Welcome home darling would you like to open your present now or later"

after snapping out of the little daze he was in chuckled

"My it seems like I've been very good this year to deserve such a delicious present to ravage and fucked senseless to my heart's desire"

he's now towering over you staring with lust filled eyes that seems to be glowing almost like a predator hunting it's prey it sent a pleasurable chill down your spine

"Now then how should I open my present should start slow by peeling it off one by one kissing lower and lower or should I rip everything off and take you in the most intense feral rough fucking that will leave you dumb, drooling and begging to be used as my cum dump isn't that right pet but first I'm going to leave you tied up and eat you out until I have you squirting on my face before I have my way with you"

Well let's just say we had a very and I mean VERY long night and day(s) enjoying his present.

𝐬𝐫𝐜. — [NaVir_log] ✼ [hooang18]

milk and cookies

◇ characters ◇ zhongli

◇ tags ◇ dragon!zhongli (you're at zhongrin at tumblr dot com, you shouldn't be surprised), afab!reader, sub!reader, fingering, (one) slap to your thigh, reader implied to have a voice kink, power imbalance, overstimulation, petnames (darling, dear, dearest, sweetheart, my love, beloved, pet, mate)

◇ a/n ◇ *head in hands* this was supposed to be a small blurb. a small blurb. how did it get to this point????

.... anyway.

MERRY HORNYMAS (this should've been the actual title actually) MY FELLOW DEGENERATES!! MAY YOUR HOLIDAYS BE FULL OF HORNY THOTS AND MAY YOU GET TO CUM AS MANY TIMES AS YOU WANT!!!! hsjdjskdj dirty talk with zhongli… *flashback to azeru’s latest rex lapis asmr* AHEM. while this isn’t as filthy as that, i think this suits zhongli better… altho morax still came out to play just a bit bc i’m a whore for him

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

“did you know that apparently, the tradition around this time of the year in the other nations is that you leave cookies and milk for the old man dressed in a strange outfit so he can give you a present in return?”

you’re not sure how that one innocent, nonchalant statement landed you in this position, but you honestly don’t really want to complain. not when your beloved is staring at you from between your legs - with those glowing eyes that shine brighter than freshly minted mora coins and that sinful draconic tongue of his eagerly lapping the mess you made after your… third? fourth? let’s just say fourth time seeing all white.

“want you in me, please, please-”

you’re reduced to tears and begging, just the way he likes it; an evident fact by the snarky lilt of his lips. the sharp talons dig into the flesh of your thighs, reminding you of the bestial ancestry of your lover. you know he would never draw blood from you without your consent, but the thrill, the danger, the knowledge that he is far more powerful than you - a puny mortal human with no adeptal powers whatsoever - rips a shameless moan from your lips and makes your cunt clench around nothingness.

archons, you just want him to fill you up already.

“patience, my dear,” he chuckles, and you realize in embarrassment that you’ve said your thoughts out loud, “you know how i like to take you. slow and sensual, before bringing you over the edge again and again… much like a well-written contract, i must make sure to prepare and highlight all the very delicate points clearly before delving to the main girth of the agreement.”

you would have rolled your eyes at his words if you weren’t craving and drooling for his cock. leave it to your lover to liken having such intimate moments to writing a contract.

the beautiful man presses a sweet kiss to your throbbing clit and moves to nibble your inner thighs, human fingers with neatly trimmed nails of his right hand replacing the soft skin of his lips, rubbing circles and pressing against the right spots. the sensual massage elicits a series of whines out of you, yet zhongli stays true to his words, taking his time to build your pleasure from the start all over again, greedily drinking your noises of pleasure and countless pleas for something more.

your gentle dragon coos lovingly and you inwardly thank rex lapis (the irony flies past your pleasure-soughting brain) for the finger that sinks into your velvety walls. it’s not enough, but it’s a start. it’s something, at least.

“look at you, clenching so tightly around one finger. darling, how will you ever make me fit inside you? maybe we should stop. i really don’t want to hurt my precious beloved.”

breath hitching, you grab onto his wrist before he can retreat completely, teary eyes staring right at his mischief-laden smile, “i can! i can take it! please, please don't pull out- don't stop-”

“oh? are you sure?”

you nod fervently, knowing that you’re willingly walking into a trap. but you’ve chosen to walk into the den of a dragon, and you already know you won’t be leaving until he’s satisfied. so you’ll gladly play the games he wishes to host - for you know it’ll end with both of you satiated. zhongli is anything but selfish, after all.

“very well… why don’t you show it, then. prove your… determination, so to say,” he nuzzles onto your thigh and readjusts his hold, “how many do you think you can take, hmm?”

“o-oh. uhm-” you stare bashfully at the way he splays his fingers on your crotch. his hands are always so pretty, you muse. slender and long, prominent knuckles and visible veins, always so warm and calloused from millenia of battles, dark colored as the fertile soil and pulsing with geo. he always knows how to flick his wrist, and he’s well aware of the effect he has on you when he chokes you with his fingers as he-

“darling, i asked you a question.”

with a sharp exhale, you spluttered a meek three? to which he replies with a hum. you’re trembling for excitement at the hard edges that have settled to his features. morax commands obedience, and it seems like the slight mistake you made has slightly ruffled his patience.

without warning, his beautiful fingers slide into you - an easily done action given the number of orgasms you’ve been put through, yet the unexpectedness of it startled you, and a curse word falls from your lips.

you don’t even feel the loss of his appendages; the loud slap and the burst of pain blooming across the skin of your thigh hits you first, and you arch your back in response, tears slipping down your temples, mouth lolling open in a loud wail.

“language.”

a meek apology is all you could provide before his fingers delved back into your sopping hole with newfound tightness. he’s going slow and yet he finds the spot that makes you scream in pleasure right away, having done this so many times it’s practically muscle memory for him. zhongli sighs fondly at the way you start bucking your hips, egging him to increase his pace, but he is unyielding as stone as he speaks with a warning in his voice, darkened and colored with lust and order.

“darling, stop misbehaving. aren’t you supposed to only receive your gift when you’re good?”

in other words, don’t be a brat or he’ll stop.

“i wanna cum,” you whine, more tears lining your pretty lashes, fists gripping onto the sheets in desperation. still, you ceased your movements upon his scolding, much to his delight.

“i know you do. and i shall make sure you do, dearest. all for me.”

the man shifts and stands onto his knees before crawling on top of you. he easily towers over your form in this half-dragon body, and when he settles his lips right before your ear as he restarts the sensual but precise thrusts of his appendages, you know.

you know you’re in for a treat.

honey sweet words with filthy connotations spoken in dulcet tones fill your ears. your eyes squeeze shut, teeth gnawing on your bottom lip as your senses focus on the otherworldly sensations consuming your whole being. the expert hand playing with your body, bumping against that spongy spot and causing more slickness to drip down the mattress. his breathing and the little growls and hums and chuckles filling your auditory senses, demanding your attention and sending jolts of pleasure right down your core.

“doing so good for me, darling. you were being a little bratty just now, but i can see how you’re trying so hard to be my good little pet.”

“can you hear how wet you are? dear me, i’ve just recently changed the bedsheets but here you are soiling them in record time. how naughty of you.”

“submit to your archon, sweetheart. let me take care of you. you’ve been working hard, haven’t you? you deserve a little reward… i’ll gladly provide that.”

“feel how good my fingers are. that’s right, good. keep tightening around me. you’re so adorable, my love…”

“are you imagining it was my cock instead? are you wishing it was my cock that was inside of you right now? oh, my beloved mate, did the thought just make you squeeze? hmm? are you close? you are, aren’t you?”

zhongli muffles your incoherent babbles with a kiss, stealing your breath and the last bit of your sanity away. your nails dig onto his bicep as he silences your moan with his tongue, your climax hitting you harder than your previous ones. your walls spasm and your hips squirm from the incessant thrusts of his fingers, but your lover stubbornly persists in helping you ride your orgasm fully. it feels like hours had gone past when he finally stops - and he only allows himself to do so once you’re twitching helplessly under him and pliant in his arms.

you’re sweating and drooling and crying. simply put, you’re a pathetic mess. yet as your loving spouse pulls away, all he sees is the most divine deity sprawled on his bed, coming down from the blissful heaven that he helped you ascend to, and so in a sudden burst of admiration and love, he places a gentle kiss onto your sweaty forehead.

you hum and close your eyes, allowing your body to rest and gathering your consciousness back into you, savoring the long kiss that speaks of appreciation, warmth, and adoration.

the moment of reprieve is suddenly broken when you feel him reposition himself, before a finger taps on your soaked clit.

“beloved, this old god is still quite thirsty… you’ll let me milk you some more before giving you your present, right?” he blinks and seems to have realized an error in his words, chuckling and giving you a hungry look as he uncaringly swipes his dirtied fingers through his damp bangs to slick them away from his face, hips jutting out proudly with an obvious bulge that’s far too big for normal mortals, straining against his pants.

“— ah, apologies... i meant presents.”

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[laf-outloud]

the hypocritical nature of this is actually so hilarious when this behaviour accurately describes the way y’all are being towards Misha. Yet you feel justified in that because of your dislike… literally two sides of the same coin.

First of all - No. Just no. You are wrong anon.

In this poll situation, Misha IS the worst actor. He just is. Ask any professional. Hell, J2 and others who worked on spn have openly talked about making fun of him for being so over the top at some points and also have made fun of his "accents" and have told him to pull back.

Another reason you are wrong anon - we don't go around hunting down polls with Misha to downvote him. We also don't actively try to get his stuff canceled. Do we make fun of it HERE on our own blogs with proper anti tags and where we don't tag him or any of the rest of the cast, crew, etc? Absolutely. That is VERY different than actually making full blown campaigns with graphics and posters someone designed, etc. just to try and get Jared's shows canceled. All while tagging him and anyone related to the show including Jared himself, Gen, other actors, writers, etc.

Making fun of Misha on tumblr dot com without tagging literally anyone and not even putting it in his tumblr tag is worlds away from actively trying to get shows canceled and trying to do things like get charities to give back money simply because it was from the Pads. Like actually contacting the charity to do this. And if you can't see the difference anon? You need to step away from the internet and probably get some therapy.

Very well put, anon! It's always funny when they try and claim us dissing on Misha (rarely now since he's even more irrelevant than he's ever been) is "two sides of the same coin" to the hatred and downright death threats Jared receives even to this day.

And yes, out of the options presented in the poll, Misha is the worst actor. I mean, you just have to look at their post-SPN careers to see that. If he were that much better than Jared and Jensen, don't you think he'd have a job?

[disappointingcabbage]

The Dragon Prince Season 6 Episode 8 live reaction, spoilers under the cut!!

This episode title (We All Fall Down) scares me tbh

The dramatic shot of a jelly tart falling to the ground as Sol Regem flies overhead is exactly what I expected from this show in the best way possible

Oh shit he’s attacking Katolis castle

Oh fuck the only people guarding the pear are Soren and Opeli and they don’t know that it’s the real one and not the decoy this is very Not Good

Oh and neither of them have even seen sol regem before so they don’t even know what the fuck his deal is

This episode really shows how absolutely terrifying dragons can be

Oh fuck Soren got Jason Grace’d (hit in the head by a brick)

Soren going “fuck this let’s just evacuate” is such a smart decision

“Take good care of hat” sounds very self-sacrificial Soren I don’t like how this sounds

“The spell requires a human heart” Soren no

SOREN NO

I think Viren is using his own heart. Fitting end to his redemption tbh

How fucking dare this show make me feel sad about this asshole’s death

Well, he’s dead for real this time. Third time’s a charm I guess.

I’m assuming since Pharos has the shadowbeast corruption he now works for aaravos probably and so his end goal of attacking Katolis castle with Sol Regem is to get the pearl, right?

Oh fuck seeing Viren dead is gonna be the thing that makes Claudia free Aaravos FUCK HE DIED TOO EARLY

Aaravos why are you bowing dramatically to Sol Regem he can’t see you

The fuck does Anak Arow mean?

Oh fuck that’s a cruel truth to dump on a dying dragon

The TMA brainrot is real because I literally just went okay Aaravos and Elias Bouchard would get along really well

Well, RIP Sol Regem I guess. I never liked him but damn that’s a brutal way to go.

Oh poor Claudia. This is a phenomenal vocal performance. Also damn this is really dark for a kids’ show

shut the FUCK up Aaravos get out of her head

Lujanne I cannot emphasize enough that the romance drama here isn’t the point

LUJANNE WHAT ARE YOU DOING

are the quasar diamonds fake????

“Are you still willing to help me, Claudia?” “… her DAD just DIED!” Terry out here saying what we were all thinking

Oh Aaravos wants to Frankenstein this shit with all 6 primal sources

Good luck getting the quasar diamond Claudia, Callum and Rayla have all three

wait WHAT

One of the ones in the crown are fake

Ah fuck, Rayla can only summon 2 out of her 3 coined parents

LMAO CLAUDIA’S DEMON SUMMONING RITUAL DIDNT WORK LFG

TUMBLR DOT COM STOP SUGGESTING MAGNUS PROTOCOL TAGS THIS ISNT ABOUT THAT

[threebooksoneplot]

your tags on https://www(dot)tumblr(dot)com/threebooksoneplot/735454495226593280/what-if-the-real-reason-bella-was-all-lethargic say: "#us dangling a limp beau swan over a looney tunes-style pool labeled 'DISORDERS'#wearing old west clothes and threatening to do it unless we get a 30k in pennies by sundown#deliver it by throwing it through the cullen's window please"

i thought it would be fun to play with the idea of $30k in pennies. please enjoy these facts:

$30,000 USD is 3,000,000 pennies.

A USAmerican penny weighs 0.08818 ounces or 2.5 grams.

3,000,000 pennies therefore weigh 16534 pounds or 7499.6 kilograms. This is more than the mass of a typical large elephant (≈ 6000 kg).

A USAmerican penny has a volume of 0.027 cubic inches or 0.442 cubic centimeters.

3,000,000 pennies therefore have a volume of 1.74 cubic yards/351 gallons or 1.33 cubic meters. This is about the volume of 9 standard bathubs (≈40 gallons).

oh??? my god??? thank you so much for doing this math. this is not anything I would have ever been able to figure out myself and the idea of bella chucking 8 tons of pennies through the cullens' front window over the course of, idk, weeks? months? is DELIGHTFUL to' me. she and jacob should've just sat out front with dennis the menace -style slingshots, flinging sacks of coins through as many windows as they could hit—shannon

in the Berenstein Universe this was canon and then shannon and I did a whole Bit about bella depriving the starving Marks family of those 8 bathtubs of pennies —G

[fangirlinginleatherboots]

You probably didn't know this, but the word neurodivergent was coined by Kasianne Sibley, who never meant it to be used in the way you're using it, and who has spent years asking people NOT to use it in a way that excludes people like her. sherlocksflataffect DOT tumblr DOT com/ tagged/ neurodivergent. I know you probably didn't mean anything by it, but now that you know, it would be good if you would change your FAQ to be more accurate and respectful of Kasianne's contributions.

I don't have time to go through a link rabbit hole but I did look at what you sent me and that is not an academic resource, that is a Tumblr post. The neurodivergent definition i have in my faq is how it is used academically. The neuroatypical definition I use is unofficial and I have explained it as such (though oddly worded, I did write my faq in 2017ish)

If provided with an official source on what you've said, I'll reconsider, but for now I will continue to list the academic definition that I've been familiarized with.

Thanks.

[coindraws]

I could not be more sick of yoir cishet self insert ship art flooding the sdv tag. Use another tag.

Hey, I got my first anon hate on tumblr dot com!

I know that not everyone is going to like what I do but that’s what the block function is for? If you don’t like my stuff go ahead and block me, it’s easy.

I mean, at least I’m trying to be friendly and don’t say rude things to strangers on the internet. At least be brave enough and tell me off anon.

Coin is my OC but yeah, sorry for having fun ✌️

[adler-hawkeye]

hey, could you tell me what the adlock yacht is? i'm sort of new to the adlock fandom on tumblr...

okay, buckle up m8.

sooo basically, ‘the adlock yacht’ was coined around 2014? if i’m not mistaken? at an adlock chatbox. i wasn’t very active in the shipping area of the bbc sherlock fandom that time ‘cause tbh i really have no idea what the ship name for irene and sherlock was so what i’ll do is i just go to tumblr dot com forward slash tagged forward slash irene adler. but after months of reaaally toxic people posting about irene, i kinda gave up so i just scoured ao3 for sh/ia fics and found Death Takes A Holiday and found lyrangalia and team-science on tumblr too (and kinda ehemstalkedehem them on dreamwidth too). then i started reading What He Likes (solojones), then Neither A Soldier Nor A Gentleman (where i found francesca-wayland) and saw that they’re using the tag ‘the adlock yacht’ quite often and so, i guess, the rest is history.

the adlock yacht is basically a safe haven for us adlock shippers where shippers, writers and artists talk about our One True Queen, Irene Adler (and/or Lara Pulver, ‘cause, man. like, do i have to explain this?). we do exchange gifts sometimes (during valentine’s, christmas, new year, and, quite recently, october). 

it’s called the ‘yacht’ ‘cause we’re classy like that.

(hey fellow adlockers who were there when the ss adlock yacht first sailed, can you help me out and tell the story of how it was coined? hahaha thanks x)