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[a-dotrivenitupontop]

happy september 10th to the saw fans that headcanon/fanonise/theorise the bathroom trap takes place the day before 9/11 🎉

[winterreigned]

writing in sansa's hotd for the queue and realizing , yahhh she totally has lady (direwolves are south of the wall still). and bc no one had to kill her so soon into her life , sansa actually has the ability to develop her warging skills. how freaaaaking cool , now i wanna write in this verse more.

[kuragesoda]

OHHH MY DEARLY BELOVED 🥺🥺💞💗

[sigilsins]

f/m spicy image prompt, 20C — from @brazenbaela for däthedr xo joraq

It's  no  secret,  that  the  ways  of  his  people,  their  cultures  around  sex,  and  worship  of  their  Gods  and  Goddesses,  are  documented  in  the  histories  of  explorers,  so  when  questioned  about  it  by  Princess  Baela,  he'd  freely  answered  any  query  she  brought  to  him.  He  tells  her  of  the  Temples  of  Love,  the  way  prostitution  is  considered  a  higher  career,  how  those  who  wish  to  retain  their  virginity  indulge  in  other  ways,  and  how  some  choose  to  gift  their  virginity  to  a  member  of  the  Temple  in  either  a  private  or  public  celebration,  whilst  others  allow  it  to  happen  by  the  God's  design  of  fate.  How  many  pledge  years  of  service  in  the  Temples  honing  the  skills  of  love  (he  had  done  so  himself),  how  the  Summer  Isles  answer  the  grief  of  death  with  the  pleasure  of  love  and  life;  how  their  acts  of  lovemaking  in  their  funeral  rites  are  a  prayer  to  the  Goddess  of  Fertility,  whilst  some  other  celebrations  call  for  the  worship  of  their  other  Gods  and  Goddesses  of  Love.

They  speak  until  the  candles  begin  to  burn  low,  casting  shadows  as  the  silver-haired  royal  leans  in,  as  Däthedr  shifts  his  hand  to  draw  small  symbols  on  her  palm,  explaining  which  of  their  deities  it  belonged  to.  An  excuse  to  touch,  truthfully.  The  Prince  had  felt  awfully  touch-starved  since  his  landing  in  Westeros,  it  had  become  an  annoying  ache  that  proved  hard  to  satiate.  "We  believe  that  love,  the  sharing  of  love,  the  gift  of  love,  is  often  the  most  powerful  thing  to  balm  wounds  of  the  soul  or  to  lift  the  heart  to  delight,"  hislight  storm-grey  eyes  inspect  her  face  in  the  muted  lights,  the  vibrant  eyes  and  curve  of  her  lips,  fine  cheekbones  flushed  a  dusky  pink  across  skin  almost  as  strikingly  deep  as  his  own.  Her foreign  hues  brimming  the  same  hungry  curiosity  he  had  seen  burning  in  her  eyes  the  longer  he  spoke  —  the  part  of  the  reason  he  had  been  more  and  more  strategically  vivid  with  his  descriptions  as  the  tension,  even  temperature,  of  the  room  rose  around  them.

"After  all  I  have  spoken  of,  I  ask  you:  would  you  let  me  share  my  ways  with  you,  your  grace?"  Däthedr  leans  back  then.  gently  grasping  her  wrist  and  pulling  her  up,  out  of  her  chair,  closer  to  him.  Baela's  response  comes  in  the  form  of  her  skirts  pooling  on  the  floor  as  he  guides  her  to  straddle  herself  atop  his  lap.  One  of  his  hands  settles  in  the  small  of  her  back  as  the  other  slides  between  her  legs,  intense  eyes  holding  hers,  unyieldingly,  as  he  does  so.  Däthedr's  touch  meets  the  soft,  delicate  dampness  of  cunt,  finding  his  words  already  having  elicited  a  reaction  ...  at  this,  he  shivers  and  smiles,  pleased  for  the  princess  more  so  than  himself.  Baela's  body  responds  to  his  touch,  fingers  expertly  finding  her  clit  and  gently  stroking  the  sensitive  bundle,  her  wetness  growing  as  his  cock  swells in answer. He adds, though having touched on the topic of maidenhood prior;  "pleasure  does  not  have  to  stain  the  Westerosi  ideal  of  purity,  I  assure  you  this."

[legallypumpkinn]

[rosemi]

[ginnypark]

@isaacapatow Early evening; on the path toward Ginny's

Is it wrong to be jealous? Would Ike rebuff the feeling, insist that this was nothing worth envying, that the discovery of his kid in this place has left him all scrambled up? Probably, considering how he's looks like he's walking on eggshells now. An interesting sight out of such a big man, though Ike's always been a little antsy, like he's got a live wire under his feet that he can never fully turn off. But this is something different, made even more obvious by the fact that she's been following this raider for nearly a quarter of a mile, stepping heavier and heavier to see if she'll capture his attention, and he hasn't looked over his shoulder once. Like he's in another world.

Time to bring him back to this one, then. "Hey, you!" When she's finally got his eyes, Ginny smiles. "Oh, good. You're not busy." That's presumptuous to say the least and purely based off of his presently empty hands, though he looks like his head's chock full. Good thing she doesn't need him for that. She's beside her own broken front gate, the wind chimes singing a delicate song as they're stirred by a breeze. "I need a hand." She doesn't. It's just a prime time to be nosy. "Two, if you'd be so kind as to spare them."

[bo0zey]

anyone else ever get in those silly goofy moods where u just hate urself sooo much that u instantly feel physically almost violently ill just thinking abt urself and also even tho u worked a 12hr shift w no breaks or water running off of the 2 cups of coffee u had for breakfast 20 hours ago, the thought of eating instantly sends bouts of nausea coursing thru ur soul while churning in ur stomach bc ur brain hates u so much that its convinced ur body that u don’t deserve sustenance or anything else that’s life sustaining or promotes ur physical well being because u subconsciously convinced urself that ur such a shit excuse for a human being that u neither deserve nor have any right to anything regarding maslow’s hierarchy of needs bc u r such an awful thing u deserve to be neglected n treated like the nonliving object ur own brain sees ur living body as or am i just mentally ill lol

[whoa-where-did-the-pancakes-go]

What if I just don't sleep. What then.

[vhenann]

the first warden not intervening with the blight at all and just letting these two 20 year olds go off and do their shit and then making one of them warden-commander is so funny to me like why would you trust 20 year olds with anything

[liverpool-enjoyer]

MAX HAPPY BIRTHDAY ILY ❤️

THANK!!! YOU!! FOR THE BIRTHDAY WISHES N FOR SENDING ME MY FAVORITE BOYS CARA YOU ARE SO 💛💙🖤 ILY TOO

[winterreigned]

cregan stark and your sexy accent step on me challenge

[t-u-i-t-c]

finding myself to be incredibly fond of fuwa and i don't know when it happened

[bphantom01]

MY CLASS FOR TOMORROW GOT SUSPENDED BC OF A STORM, WOOOOOO!

I can play the first day of Serena's event right here at home free from any worry, YEAH!

[puphoods]

i want the mlp figs i also want those little ones that r like half see through so u can see the bones 🩻 i also want some eva figs but those are literally all expensive

[aroseandapen]

A late @flufftober day 1, wearing each other's clothes

Elesa loved having Skyla over, and her emolgas did, too. One of her little ladies sat upon one of the perches Elesa had installed for them to flit between. The moment the door opened, she dove from the branch, zipping straight over Elesa's head to land on top of Skyla's, using her bun for stability.

"Ack!" Skyla rocked back, a gloved hand shooting up to steady the emolga as she swayed.

Elesa hid a laugh behind her hand. "Sorry about that, looks like she's excited to see you." She held an arm out. "Come here, leave Skyla alone."

"It's ok," Skyla said, combing her fingers over the emolga's short coat once she'd straightened up again. "I get it, you should've met my swanna when she was just a little ducklett. She was practically glued to my heels; I had to watch out so I didn't accidentally kick her!"

Emolga chattered, the sounds themselves containing little meaning as language, but conveying a self-satisfied tone nonetheless. Elesa arched a fine brow before lowering her arm again, her hands resting on her hips.

"Lucky for you, Skyla's too nice. Don't get too used to it," she said to her emolga, and then to Skyla herself, "well, then, come in! You know where the living is. Feel free to relax, and I'll make us some tea."

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