#“excuse me wot”

[awitchsheartif]

Just found out the lead singer of a band I like is a twitch streamer

my day has been ruined

[tempest-ghoulette]

Ranking Liandrin’s Hair from WoT

(this is my personal opinion)

1. I think this hairstyle suits her the best and frames her face really nice. Love the braids in the temples and overall just love how fluffy her hair looks.

2. Her hair looks so smooth I just wanna run my fingers through it. Love the gold thread in the middle braid and that bottom horizontal braid.

3. Slayed. Serving cunt. In a close tie for second

4. Looks nice I like the braiding in the hair, sad that this look was only in the first episode/ was very blurry

5. Listen in certain lighting it looks slightly alright but most of the time it just looks off. I like the idea I think they just needed to work on the hairline more.

[weirdenbyferret]

Day six, Anemone

So apparently I accidentally skipped what was supposed to be day threes prompt, aka shark, and Im just going to ignore that and continue on

Once again, dont know if the next chapter is out today, but I have done this next prompt!

Thought up a species thingy based on anemones and proceeded to draw Eclipse as one lol (If anyone wants to make an oc based off of this creature, permission is much granted)

[markantonys]

[ofthebrownajah]

When Ishy comes back as Moridin in the show he's just gonna be wearing these shorts:

[itsybitsybatsyspider]

Hey so I've been *eating up* your TDP au and I looove everything you've made for it!! (The fact that I've finished season 6 yesterday is not helping aaaaa)

May I ask if Valka joins the party? Is she around?

AAAAAAA thank you thank you! Im so glad you enjoy it! It is my current brainrot and i have so many ThoughtsTM about it

And Valka is around......somewhere...... in Xadia.......

When she still lived in Berk she believed that peace was possible with the elves and dragons and did everything she could to convince anyone that they were not bloodthirsty monsters they had to fight. But of course no one believed her.

And so when she got taken by a dragon, after defending it and saving it's life during a raid, she figured that maybe Berk was hopeless and decided to stay in Xadia. (is this a flawed decision?? oh 100%. This action will have consequences in the future ;D)

And now 18 years later, she lives in the Uncharted Forest, helping and healing injured creatures and dragons and giving them a safe haven to reside in. She doesn't get many visitors, mainly because of the boundary spells that are set around her home, but she does get visits from her Sunfire elf friend who drops by from time to time to fill her in on things and ask for her help.

Recently though he's been trying to figure out what's been causing a corruption in the creatures of the region, and asked for her to keep an eye out for anything strange. Aside from that, the only other news Sandy has to share is that there's been a Sunfire elf terrorizing Berk. How strange. :)

[pixipoxi]

texted my mother “i love you” and she replied “yeah i like you too”

[mezmatch]

*Taps mic* eh hem

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[queenofmalkier]

So help me if the world finally gave me a goddamn interesting villain who doesn't give a shit about being redeemed and then give her a bloody redemption arc I WILL RIOT.

[uri59]

Rand al'Thor avoiding shared shienarian baths, Circa Adar 28–Saven 8 N.E. 998, colored.

[karis-the-fangirl]

So

I haven’t properly read the last few WoT books, back in ye olde times I stopped at book 10 and now I still haven’t reread past book 1, but I DID skip around in the last few books just for the blorbo content (such as there was) and the more I consider writing fic set later in the canon and mull over what’s going on in Lan’s head, the more the bits I read from the BS books feels off key to me, specifically in terms of Lanaeve as a couple (which is really what I’m here for and always has been) and the more annoying I find it?

And the more upset I am that we never got any real references to Lan pining for Nynaeve or even thinking of her very much, and it makes me a crabby patty, especially considering how MUCH we get of that kind of thing from her side.

Am I putting off watching the last three episodes of season 2 because I’m anticipating being annoyed in exactly the same way, based on the spoilers that I constantly and deliberately seek out? MAYBE.

And I can’t even write fix-it fic properly about it because I have to read so many words first in order to get all the context and whatever to do it correctly.

[idolbound]

I for one would’ve welcomed a more direct insinuation of Meredith being a lesbian, even if it meant falling on Gay-coded Antagonist tropes, IF ONLY to suppress the Mere/sino shippers from committing heinous heterosexual shipping crimes based on one dialogue from sarcastic!Hawke

[radiantmists]

okay i havent been keeping up with the s2 material v carefully so who knows if this is what happens but i have to say that if rand was running away from everyone he knew it was less than genius to go to cairhien, aka the one place outside the TR that he knows someone from

[leoreadss]

The sandman ep5 what the heck have I just seen???

@neil-gaiman are you ok?

[markantonys]

i love gawene because this barbie is the wizard pope at age 19 and he's just ken

[bi-writes]

idk just thinking about seeing your lieutenant for the first time, this big giant dog of a man, and thinking to yourself, "hmmm yeah, i'm gonna make that thing mine." (18+)

like. i'm thinking about seeing him walk into the room for the first time. fresh off an op, still in all his gear. he's angry cause he's been awake off and on for 40 hours at this point, and he sinks down into a chair in the mess hall, and your eyes bug cause the chair fucking bends with his weight.

and you're just like "omg omg omg holy shit" cause this fucking brute is just huge and beefy, and you had no idea this was your type until you watched his hand curl around a cup and make it look miniature. and you're wondering like "fuck i bet those holsters are custom made" cause you don't think you've ever seen them stretch that far around someone's thigh.

ughghghghgh, and he's dumb as shit, too, or maybe he's just fucking blind. you give him every hint in the book, every indication of how you feel other than pasting a giant neon sign on your forehead that says "fuck me."

you wear the tightest cargo pants you can get. you let the buttons on your shirts go low whenever he's near. you make excuses to see him late, delivering him paperwork in the middle of the night, meeting him out for a smoke (and he's never seen you smoke anything), shuffling your way in front of him in line so you can bump into him and graze your ass against his front. he even catches you this way--even curls his hand around your waist and steadies you before letting you go impatiently.

fuck, bending over in front of him, the obnoxious giggling, the excuses to dangle your tits in his face. you want this man underneath you, on top of you, tangled around you and suffocating you with those enormous arms, and he barely side-glances at you whenever you're in his vicinity, and it's infuriating.

what do you have to do to reel this thing in? how many bones do you have to give him?

how many times do i have to flash my bra at you for you to fuck me over your desk?!

you can't eat another cherry in front of him. you can't drop more sauce onto your cleavage. you cannot come out of the showers in just a towel in front of him anymore because you're going to lose your fucking mind--

you even made out with his beloved little sergeant, his favorite little know-it-all that can't stop blowing shit up. that blue-eyed, insufferable, yapper of a scot that kisses all wet, with teeth, who pants like a puppy when he asks if he can 'ave a taste of y'r bonnie cunt, please, please, please--

and you say yes, because maybe he'll finally fucking shut up if you drown him between your thighs and never let him come up for air.

face down, ass up, cargos around your ankles, hips pushing past against that puppy's stubble as he devours you on his knees. his big hands spread your ass for him, and his thumbs flick over your folds as he opens you up, a cackle leaving him before he opens his mouth wide and kisses your pussy all sloppy and uncoordinated.

when the door swings open and hits the wall with a bang, the puppy tries to leave. he tries to move, but you reach back and grip his mohawk, scowling as you shove his face back where it belongs as your lieutenant stands at the door and heaves with anger.

"uh uh," you snap, and your sergeant on his knees whines, his blue eyes a little foggy and wet as he blinks up at you. but he complies, his tongue slurping, and you flutter your lashes at your lieutenant as you keep johnny muzzled in your cunt. "sorry, lieutenant. is this your office? must've read the sign wrong."

you reel from the contact. a big hand grips you by the hair, slamming you down against his desk, and you choke as you try and gasp for air. like a good boy, johnny settles where he is, shoving his tongue down your hole and moaning low when he realizes you're dripping down his chin now that his lieutenant has you.

"y'think this is funny, eh?" ghost mutters in your ear. "y'think i don't know wot y'r doin'? think i 'aven't caught on, think i 'aven't noticed wot a fuckin' insatiable bloody pain in my arse you've been ever since y'got 'ere?!"

you whimper, relaxing against the desk, and ghost tugs at your hair again, shaking his head.

"oi! y'don't get to be stupid just because y'r gettin' y'r cunny played with," ghost snaps. "y'r a right headache."

you laugh, getting up to your elbows, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as ghost scruffs johnny by the base of his mohawk and cups your pussy with one big hand. you gasp, leaning your head back, because finally, yes, it's all i want, please, please, please--

"'f you wanted to be my pet so bad," ghost murmurs, fitting himself behind you, leaning over your shoulder as he spits into your ear, "all ya had to do was fuckin' ask, swee'eart."

when your eyes open, ghost hums, clicking his tongue under the mask.

"use y'r words," he growls. "be a good girl, and say wot it is y'want."

"want you," you whine, and he sighs deeply, closing his eyes, and you drown out the sounds of johnny sputtering at your feet as ghost bends you at the hip a little more, arching your back.

"mmm...tha'sit. was tha' so hard?"