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[tennant-davids]

SUCCESSION 2x01 // Succession - Season Two: The Complete Scripts

[shannonsketches]

Toei does not like Vegeta part #12849, this is their Vegebul moment.

vs Toriyama's Vegebul moment:

I will continue complaining under the cut (with additional samples)

toei's vegebul moment:

Toriyama's Vegebul moment:

toei's:

toriyama's:

ykwim??

I'm don't even want to talk about how bad they fucked up the Goku Black arc from what I can tell so far so just have this instead

LIKE THEY EVEN CHANGED WHERE VEGETA WAS SITTING??

WHY?

FOR WHO??

ANYWAY it's fine if you like the anime I'm just gently loudly suggesting reading the manga if you're a fan of Vegeta and Bulma separately and/or together

[lemongogo]

trying 2 be normalabt dunmesh but its im like

[yourlittlettoy]

Hi friends! Once again here using my Tumblr like a traditional blog where u share thoughts and updates and stuff haha.

Sorry for being gone for a bit, life was BUSY with plans and now I’m finally back home from a little trip visiting a lovely friend of mine (photos for visual-aid of said trip 😉😇). God I love summer and sunshine!! ☀️☺️🌊🚤🍉

So due to being less active, I did build up quite a bit of notification and message debt. Wanted to take a quick moment and say that unfortunately there is no shot I’ll be able to catch up on all of it in terms of responding to everything, even though I usually really like to stay on top of that; especially with tags and reblogs and comments on my posts! However, I did read and see everything that I’ve missed.

So to all of u that interacted while I was gone: the satisfaction from flustering some of you was absolutely enjoyed 😉~ and on the flip side the backfire from your teasy comments has also been suffered hahaha 🙈. Either way you already know I love seeing interactions from you guys and I’m just so THANKFUL TO HAVE HAD SO MANY TO CATCH UP ON 🥰 sorry again I can’t always be reciprocal, but please know that I adore all of you and am enjoying the heck out of being in your presences with or without direct line of conversation!

Anyway, if it wasn’t clear enough by now, I think the world of u community pals and I hope you all have a day as lovely and awesome as you! (Very lovely and awesome, to clarify haha)

Stay precious 😘💕

[whirlybirbs]

it’s 5:20am i cannot sleep i am consumed with thoughts and yearning for keigo takami i need to be euthanized

[perexcri]

actually i hope byler cheats so bad next season that stranger things becomes the southern drama it was always meant to be the likes of which could only ever be found in the wet dreams of tennessee williams and it ends with one person dead on the pavement bleeding out and another on their knees screaming in the rain while tearing their clothes and dumping ashes on their head and another forced to leave hawkins under a false name and then it all gets buried until the year of our lord 2018 when an up-and-coming true crime podcast that loves to use people's personal stories of tragedy for storytelling and a quick buck unearths the whole sordid affair and uses it as fodder for their 45 minute production that's 37% comprised of hello fresh and better help sponsorships

[unproduciblesmackdown]

little shop images....

[divinekangaroo]

there is a thing in how Steven Knight wrote the format for 'Who Wants to Be A Millionaire' and also this upwardly-rising social mobility thing with Tommy; yet inherent in both is an utter humiliation and mortification of the one who wants to be that millionaire (because of their fundamental IGNORANCE which will be found out at some point)

your aspirations become the visual and mental fodder of those who know their place (that place of the voyeur as above or below is irrelevant, but woe to the one who attempts to rise out of their place)

[bigmack2go]

Happy birthday racetrack Higgins

[illuminatedvisage]

how will i survive this missing?

Pairing: Jing Yuan x (GN) Reader Summary: After a long absence, the General pays you a visit. Warnings: Angst, Grief, Death (ambiguous, of the reader variety)

your hand kissing along his spine. your kiss in the shape of a smile. the smile in your eyes as you look at him, at him, at him.

jing yuan wakes slowly, silently, stirred from his dreams by the cool night and the cool sheets wrapped around him. it is dark in his room, the blinds drawn against the windows to block out the unsleeping light of the xianzhou luofu, but he knows this place well. the furniture, the linens, the dressing gowns in the closet, the objects on the dresser, the nooks and crannies of your shared abode all familiar and unchanged for as long as you’ve been gone.

he remembers you like this, in linked images, like a line in a poem or a verse in a song. when those thoughts of you drift into his head, he cannot help but linger there, in the dark behind his eyes, waiting for you to come back to him in pieces.

the fingers you comb through his hair. the lacquered comb that he places in yours, the gift an apology after so long away. i’ll treasure it, you tell him joyfully, but to him, you are the treasure, most precious of all.

he stands, moving across the topography of his—yours, too, once—bedroom with practiced ease. how long has it been since he’s had this dream? how long has it been since he’s heard your voice? he fingers the familiar comb on the dresser, counting its teeth like years, hesitating briefly before slipping it into his sleeve.

they say that time moves differently for the long-lived, that the edges of those many years begin to blur, eventually, season over season, life over life. jing yuan could tell them that grief is like that too, a stretching of time into something unfamiliar, unrecognizable. jing yuan could tell them that immortality and grief are just the same—outlive the ones you love, and you will feel as if you have lived forever.

your gravestone isn’t far, in the garden you had once loved and tended to, with your gentle hands and gentle heart. the white stone catches in the light of the luofu, shadows pooling in the characters of your name, where he finds his fingers drawn, as they always are. he kneels in the grass and traces their shape, as he once traced the outlines of your face in this same beautiful night, in this same beautiful place. he smiles, placing the comb in front of you.

“hello, my dear,” jing yuan says. “it’s been a while since we last met.”

A/N: dear readers, i want him carnally but all i can ever seem to produce is angst.

[mxiaogod]

— 12. [LURIDO] QUANXI AU X FEM! AFAB READER

Warnings : Mentions of violence, straight up hate fuck, use of strap on (referred to as dick) , fingering, slapping, spanking, smoking, drinking, drugs, NSFW (DNI IF YOU AREN’T 18+)

A/N: I’m back, kind of, but I’m heavily troubled so I will be writing. I hope you lot are still here.

"hi guys im back. my dad got prosecuted last week because of potential embezzlement, but no worries because he's been proven not guilty! we're homeless now tho but i can still write for you guys on my phone, here's a new update! thank you for your patienceI"

— You move with grace, your back straightened and your red bottoms matching the plush red carpet you're walking down, your black dress flowing behind you as you rake your blood-painted nails over your hair. Walking inside this institution felt suffocating, like claws piercing your lungs.

You look at her, your irises expanding, as she sits with her legs apart, a cigarette in one hand and the other swirling the ice in her old fashioned.

"What the fuck, Quanxi?" You inquire, your gaze fixed on her as if she didn't originate from this world. You'd awoken to an envelope, an invitation to Quanxi's club in her side of town, the one she used to dominate, or still did in this case. You were perplexed, your mind nebulous as you tried to process her, the woman you contemn, reviled. 

 “I thought you died”

 “I did.”

She stares back, she looks different, older and more matured. Her body was built and slim, her aura didn’t change, she was still the same Quanxi you despised, the one you had tried to kill many times, in her sleep, during car rides, you tried everything to stop her reign, but you knew, deep down that the only reason this city was balanced was because of the two of you, like yin and yang.

"You look fine," she rasped, her voice raspy from the cigarette she was smoking. "No, you don't understand, you're dead, I saw, I saw how you died," you recalled as plain as day, it was the memory that haunted your mind at night, waking you up gasping with your cheeks wet with tears, you didn't like how it felt, you suffered every night, for 7 years.

"I see you're still the same, aggravating, galling girl, certain things never change, do they darling?" " She mutters, your breath caught in your throat, you didn't like how you felt, what you're feeling, but then again, you never liked how you felt, never truly liked how you felt yourself wanting to be consumed by her, the woman you were supposed to detest growing up, you were adversaries.

But deep down you knew, and you were fully aware, that there was no resisting Quanxi; you tried many times but you, perturbing her, trying to assassinate her, sabotage her business, you tell yourself it was a game of chess you were both playing, that you were closer to checkmate, but it was all to get her attention, you wanted her to snap first because you couldn't accept that you were the weaker one, it was difficult straying away from the nature you were born in, enemies, that what you both are.

You get lost in your surge of thoughts, never noticing that Quanxi was now in front of you, standing in all her glory as if she hadn't been battered to death while you sat and watched behind the screen, with your gut wrenching. “Hey, come back to me.” Her tone is hard and venomous.

You turn to face her, she is a few inches taller than you, and you attempt not to be scared. "I see, honey, are you guilty?" Are you concerned that you went too far with your games? Are you afraid I'll bite you back? " She coos, her tone condescending.

"You know, I didn't peg you as a stupid girl; do you think I'm that stupid?" You think I don't see that the games you're playing are simply a way to grab my attention?" She looks at you, her brown eyes rigid and domineering.

"How wonderful, I'm delighted to hear you haven't lost your touch, although you did lose an eye" you mockingly examine the eye patch. Your silly games made her purse her lips. Play stupid games and win stupid prizes.

Her face morphed with irritation, a beautiful one, the one she always wore for you. "I admit, you're pretty good, too good if you ask me. I fucking hate you so much, you know that? Every time I stare at you, your face, your eyes, my fucking blood boils. Everything you do is despicable to me because I can't do anything about it. I can't touch you, I can't fuck you." She says, her tone below a whisper. “Because that would be defying our nature, no?” She speaks, as she runs a finger down your cheek, you revel in it and try your hardest not to lean into it. “I think of you everytime, when I drive, when I shower, and when I spread my legs at night, I think of you and your wrong sent messages of your body clad in lingerie, the voice messages of you moaning, you can’t keep using wrong send as an excuse darling, it’s getting really old. You plague me and I hate you for it, you’re everything I hate in a person, yet you’re the only person who can make me cum the hardest, and you haven’t even laid a single finger on me” You gasp, a tiny one that didn’t go unnoticed by Quanxi, your lips gaping as she runs her thumb on your bottom lip. “Your name is the one I scream at night, when I reach my quim, does that make you happy, pretty girl?”

Your tongue darts out a tiny bit, tasting the tip of her thumb. You bite your bottom as you give her an ensnaring smile, “The smile on your face tells me you feel the same.” Your smile drops, “Oh no honey, I think you look ravishing when you smile.” She murmurs with mischief. “You do?” You ask.

“Yeah” she said, sickeningly sweet as it morphs into a harsh expression. “it makes me want to slap it off your face.” You head whips to the side, a gasp leaving your lips, but you face her with another smile otherwise. “You irritate me so much it makes me want to bend you over this table.”

She slid her boots on the glass center table, ridding it of drugs and whatever liquor it contained as she grabbed both of your arms and locked them behind your back. You fell to the table with a thud and a tiny moan slipping between your plush lips.

She drags down the zipper of your dress, ripping it off you and leaving you in your lace set and your garter belt. She playfully snaps it on your thighs and you fight back the sound your throat makes. Her lithe but calloused hands wrapped around your throat as she lifted half of your body up off the cold glass table. “Let it out, Il mio amore.” You gasped audibly, chest heaving up and down as the heat in your lower stomach sets a painfully, tantalizing arousal in your body. She traces her finger along the curve of your spine, your back automatically arching beautifully for her. “Così carino, I’ve wanted this for so long.” She mutters for herself.

Quanxi didn’t waste time, finger dragging the pads of your bra down, revealing your chest to her. She pinch and tugs, and you can’t help mumble noises appreciation. She works on your underwear, quickly pulling it down, taking strings of your arousal with it. She bites her lip as your wetness webs against the plush of your inner thighs. “Look at that, all for me?” She asks. “All f’ you” your voice is so little, so submissive. 

You hear her zipping her pants down, and a cold, bulbous tip teasingly hit ever so lightly at your clit. You whine and try to inch away from the coldness, but Quanxi holds your hips tightly, fingers bruising against your satin skin. “No running away mama, s’ okay” She cooes, her tone still harsh, motivated by hatred. 

“Lascia che ti veda.” Her voice laced with her thick Italian accent, as she flips you over the table, she grabs her belt and loops it around your arms and pinning them above your head. “You want it?” She asks, “Yes I do, I do-”

“Tell me how much.” 

“So bad, please, wan’ it so bad.” You cant your hips as you try and slide down on her dick.

She smiles, a genuine one as she slides your hips down, dick entering you easily by how wet you are. Your moans and the squelches of your pussy echoes around the dimly lit room. “Così stretta piccola, posso sentirti” Her hot breath ghosting the shell of your ears as she trusts her hips against yours.

Translation : So tight baby, I can feel you.

You don't understand Italian, but you've always found it sexual when Quanxi said it, her accent was thick and compelling, you've never found a language so enticing, you loved it when it was spoken through Quanxi's sinful lips.

“Una figa così carina, tutta nuda per me.” Her breathing wavers along with the stuttering of her hips. Your pussy sounded so sinful, the dulcet moans and grunts of the both of you filled the room while a muffled sensual music playing on the speakers.

Translation : Such a pretty pussy, all bare for me.

“Fuck Quanxi, so good- so good, ugh!” You mutter through the pleasure, drool runs on the side of your mouth, eyes watered with pleasure as you bite your lips hard enough to draw blood.

She grabs a handful of your hair and it only adds to the mix of pain and pleasure you were feeling, so euphoric, and it feels so Quanxi, like Quanxi. She cursed through your veins, consuming your brain whole.

“M’ cumming! Please!” You beg, your hips thrusting on their own as Quanxi eyes you through your desperation, she was in awe, you were so beautiful, you could make the devil himself repent for his sins. You were so sinful, so filthy, lurido.

"Conosco il mio amore, lo so, come on, cum for me," she says next your head, her words dragging, and you do, your body quivering, your thighs shaking by her hips, and she loved every second of it, enjoyed every second of consuming you. You kneel for her, allowing her to absorb the very heart of you, the untouchable you, knowing that you reigned yet she reigned over you.

Translation : I know, I know my love

She drags the ice from her long-forgotten drink and running it down the expanse of your torso, the ice melting against your body heat, the remains dropping to your very core, intensifying your climax. You scream and stammer as you let the bliss wash over you.

You calm down after a while, Quanxi lying on top of you, basking in your presence. She keeps track of your every breath, matching the closing of her lips, in and out. The air smelled like sex, sin, filthy, so filthy. You heave, every breath for a thought racing through your mind, you feel like drowning, shirt drenched in vomit and tears remembering how you watched, your doing, torturing the both of you, you remember drowning, porcelain tub rimmed with water, fingers pinched at your nose, and there would always be hands grabbing you out, pulling you up like the waves of the waters that tested you.

You breath in sequence, each heave you made for her she returned, in and out. Tears reamed your eyes, you breath in and out, rough hands caressing the skin of your nape, Those rough hands that were your medication, your heart-song and your light, for that is what you deemed as love. the only other born in the same flame as you, together you are able to bathe one other in warmth and light as easily as you breathe, immune and oblivious to darkness.

You breath each other like oxygen, for love ever safe and sound, love so murky that tested dirty waters, love so defiant of nature. “Sono tornato per te, sempre per te, amore."

"My ruin, my downfall."

[babytrapperdiaz]

something about the chemistry between work partners on a network procedural >>

[theheartofthestar]

Prompt 24 - Modern AU

@wolfstarmicrofic - April 24th, 208 words

Unknown: Heyaa

Unknown: 6pm sounds ok?

Unknown: tmr

Unknown: Here

Unknown: Has sent a location

Me: Hi! I think you've got the wrong number

Unknown: ??

Unknown: Prongs sent me ur num

Unknown: Told me to remind youu to bring snacks

Me: Prongs?

Me: I'm not sure I am who you think I am

Unknown: James

Unknown: James is prongs

Me: Nope, not a clue, sorry

Unknown: Awn :(((

Unknown: Are u cute? u sound cute

Unknown: Wanna come by tmr at 6 either way?

Me: Are you inviting a stranger over because you think I might be cute? I might be a murderer

Unknown: Well are you?

Me: A murderer?

Unknown: I meant cute lok

Unknown: Lol*

Unknown: If youre a murderer then too bad

Unknown: You already got my address

Unknown: That might have been a bad call

Unknown: Welppp

Unknown: So yes? We're watching The Godfather

Me: Good soundtrack

Unknown: NO SPOILERS

Me: wym no spoilers ?? It's been out for 50 years???

Unknown: NO SPOILERS

Unknown: IM NOT AFRAID TO BLOCK YOU

Me: you haven't watched the godfather??

Me: Man I love that movie

Unknown: Awn gonna enjoy watching me watch it for the first time then

Me: Is this you flirting?

Unknown: Depends, is it working?

Me: You do know I'm a guy

Unknown: I was counting on it ;P

Unknown: What's your name?

Me: Remus :) you?

Unknown: Sirius

Unknown: So

Unknown: You'll be here tmr, yeah

Unknown: ?

Me: What kind of snacks should I bring then?

[magnusbae]

Matthew and Lucienne, crying softly while reading a book in the library: 

Dream, baffled: What is of the matter?

Matthew, sniffing despite being a raven: this poor, sad mate. he’s trying so hard, but he just. 

Lucienne: and he never gives up, the letters. 

Dream, bemused, gracefully taking away the thick brown book with the golden title: What is this you are speaking of.

Dream, looking at the book name “Nameless Love, Hob Gadling”: —Fuck.

[luckycharming]

Not trying to be messy or bitchy on main, but why don't y'all review fanfics anymore? Why don't y'all comment on the stories y'all have read and liked? Like, deadass, as a writer/creator myself, if I slave away and put my whole ass pussy into creating and crafting these really good stories, and nobody reviews them, what's my incentive to keep creating?

And I've heard it be said thousands of times that you should do it for fun! You should do it because blah blah blah! And I get it! I really! It's not good to create solely because of x, y, and z and that's valid, but! I'm also doing this shit for free. Like, fanfic authors bust their asses writing for free. This is a free consumption, and I'm just saying, if you like or love the stories written, why can't y'all let it be known? Why can't y'all comment and review it? It literally doesn't take even a third of the effort it took the writers themselves to write the damn shit.

I remember when I first got into fanfiction and I was in awe, okay? There were so many wonderful stories and authors and you bet your right testicle I made sure I left reviews. Hell, I would even PM them and let them know that hey, I really loved that fic you wrote! This is what it meant to me and thank you so much for not only writing it, but being brave enough to share it with the world because regardless of the ship/fandom/etc., that takes guts!

And y'all won't even do the bare minimum. And then have the nerve to wonder why the quality of writing is shit or why people are leaving the fandom spaces. It makes no sense that stories that are so horribly written and out of character have hundreds, if not thousands of reviews, but the actual good shit barely has fifty, and that's me being generous.

I'm just tired of putting all this effort into shit that I'm not getting anything back from because it's not enough to love what you do. Like, why is it bad that I want people to leave long or nice comments on my work? Why is that me being greedy to want some positive engagement on my content? Or unless I write for popular ships, people won't read my shit? Which isn't bad, because if I like a ship, regardless of if it's popular or canon or so on and so forth, I'm gonna ship it, but still.

And not even that's a guarantee that people will read it, and I don't like don't gimmicky shit. I don't like feeling like I have to dim the quality of my work to get people to fuck with my shit, and it's not me being insecure in my writing because I'm a damn good writer. I know what I bring to the fucking table, but how are we supposed to keep the fandom spaces alive if nobody's engaging with shit anymore?

[timekeeper-vertin]

I really wish I knew the limits and main abilities of the arcane skills of the characters.

Arcane skills are very important to the series, but I truly have no idea what each character can do. Like Regulus does what with those music skills?

Are there universal skills like how tooth fairy went invisible + through walls during events? Because I thought her skill was dental related?

And what exactly are Vertin's abilities?