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[lady-arryn]

Mabel Mora + costumes Season One • ONLY MURDERS IN THE BULDING

[weirdsociology]

hey writers we have to talk.

if you've read any romance or fanfic in the past twenty years (i know you have), you know that there are a certain number of scents associated with hot dudes. you can probably recite the list of Things Men in Fic smell like in your sleep: leather, black pepper, pine, sandalwood, "something uniquely him", clean sweat, and if the character has ever fucking been within 50 yards of a firearm, something called "cordite".

here's the thing.

NO ONE SMELLS LIKE CORDITE.

cordite was a highly specific type of smokeless gunpowder developed in the 1890s by england specifically and used mostly in wwi.

if your good-smelling guy is not (a) english (b) using a very specific type of british rifle (c) dying in a trench in flanders, he does not smell like cordite. technically even if he does meet all those conditions he still doesn't smell like cordite because he smells like trenchfoot.

the point is, cordite is so far from universal that no one but the most hardcore gun nerds give a single shit about it. making your Sexy Hero smell like cordite is like naming a cassette-only bootleg live recording from the 1970s as your favorite grateful dead album. everyone at the party hates you immediately and knows you're doing it for clout. also, it's just factually... wrong. please stop. i know everyone else is doing it, but you can do the right thing here, i believe in you.

so what do people who are using guns smell like?

well if your story is set before the late 1880s, the smell of a fired gun is black powder, which, unfortunately, smells like seventeen flatulent cows have been shoved in a tire factory. trust me, you do not want your Hot Dude to smell like black powder. it's b a d.

if your story is set after the late 1880s, guns are using some variety of modern 'smokeless' powder - which speaking broadly doesn't really have a ton of scent when used. it does have some, but it's sort of non-descript: the best way i can describe it is the sweet, ozone, hot-plate smell of popping your car hood with a warm engine.

people who use guns a lot don't smell like fired guns all the time anyway, so while those scents might work in a fight scene, they're not realistic all the time. but there are some things that your Sexy Shootist will smell like basically 24/7 and that's metal and gun oil. metal you can go and sniff (i recommend non-stainless steel), but if you want a reference, most gun oils have a sharp, organic smell that's not dissimilar to canola oil but muskier and with a tang overtop. it's not unlikely leather is in the mix as well due to routine handling of leather equipment and gear. modern gear also tends to have a certain smell although it varies by production country and storage conditions - lots of opportunities there.

in conclusion: gunslingers and hired killers and military folks can be sexy and smell great on page, but i am begging you not to say "cordite" when you mean "gunpowder" ever again. we can do this. we are writers and therefore pedants. i believe in us!

[vakariaan]

Make Me Choose

@commanderdameron asked » Padme Amidala or Evelyn O'Connell

[pseudowho]

18+, touch-starved, 'waiting' gentleman Nanami Kento, male masturbation over the clothes

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"But...does this count?" you whispered against Nanami Kento's neck, your hand trailing down to the curved tenting at the front of his tan trousers. He jolted, grunting, involuntarily bucking against your palm.

He was a gentleman; one who waited; one who longed. Certainly not one to turn his back on due diligence, and favouring flowers over fondling. Any girlfriend whom he intended to become his wife, would only be taken by him after a societally appropriate time.

But how long would this be? With you, a day felt like a month; a month, years. With how you smiled against his throat, he knew, from every twitch of his touch-starved body, that even a gentleman may meet his resolve's end sooner than planned.

"It...it counts," Kento choked, his body betraying him to roll his hips and the straining underside of his cock up against your palm. "I...I shouldn't. You deserve-- deserve--"

"...deserve to know the face of your pleasure, before you come inside me?" Kento froze, paralysed by the honesty, the filth of your words. He felt his cock twitch beneath your palm when you spoke again, lower this time. "Yes. Yes, I do. So..."

"I-- I don't-- haaaah," Kento cried, hoarse and breathy, for a twitch almost as bone-deep as one when he spilled himself, shivered through his length. He felt the dribble of pre-cum soak through his trousers; he saw it, too, the sticky fluid staining the pale material to beige. You felt it, too; you saw it, too. Kento knew he was a goner, when you bit your lip beneath dilating pupils.

You cupped your hand around the length of his cock, moulding his boxers and trousers to his shape, and slowly, rhythmically, beginning to jack him off through his clothes. Kento humped up desperately, dishevelled and panting, and touch-starved, so touch-starved--

"Feels good?" you whispered, suckling his throat to leave rose petals on his skin. Kento only groaned; husky, shuddering, coming undone embarrassingly quickly. Touch without touch was so illicit, so debauched, for one so corseted as he.

"Feels...feels...like I'm going to come in my boxers like a boy--" Kento growled, tangling his fingers through your hair to keep your lips on his throat.

"Would that be so bad?" you murmured against his pulse point, your tongue dipping out to taste the desperation off his skin. Your hand sped up, gliding around the length of him.

Your eyes closed to imagine it was his bare cock in your hand, instead. Your eyes closed, to imagine how the shape of him would fit every plush facet of your insides. You shivered; Kento moaned. You felt him hardening even further; felt the ghost of veins, standing proud, winding around his cock like desire paths.

The gentleman was gone, now; the needy remained.

"Don't stop," panted Kento, fucking up into your palm with every smooth masturbatory motion that your hand made around him, "--just--just like that-- don't stop-- I...I'll..."

Trailing your lips from his jaw to his mouth, you pressed a chaste little peck to his lips; but it was when your tongue swiped over his lower lip, that he met his undoing.

Your hand pumped only two more fabric-frictioned long pumps...before Kento held his breath. His jaw dropped in a silent gasp. His hand tightened in your hair, the other pressing dimples into the divot of your waist. And you felt him spill.

Kento moaned with every twitch of his cock, leaping and spurting beneath tan confines. You watched, fascinated, to see him come apart with each bucking spill, each deepening stain that spread beneath his clothes. His face, twisted in divine agony, would be seated into your mind until he took you, pinned and begging his name, for the first time.

"--f-fuck...o-ooohhh f-fuck...p-pathetic...so pathetic--"

"--hot, actually--"

A rough, gravelly cough; a mirthless laugh, with his final weak spatters of cum.

"...you...will be the end of me...I swear on my life..."

Kento opened one slim, brown eye, regarding your gleeful lip-biting with a huff. He had almost pulled himself together...until you dipped down to the cum-stain on his crotch, and fixed your mouth around it, sucking through the saturated fabric and dipping out your tongue to taste him.

Kento whimpered, bucking weakly against your lips, for you had broken him once, and twice, and now thrice, and he wondered how he would ever survive--

"...taste amazing, Kento."

Four times. Kento flipped you beneath him, pinning you to the sofa with sadistic satisfaction at the look of shock on your face.

He blew upwards, wisping commas of blond off his sweaty forehead. He curled one long finger into his tie, loosening it with one violent tug.

"I've had enough of you, madam. If you won't treat me like a gentleman, then I shan't be."

[seungs]

MAKE ME CHOOSE – @ttathinker asked: booby minho or writing your bachelor thesis

[bloodvisions-art]

Silco sketches pt 2

[needklainenow]

Return

[aenslem]

Anonymous asked for Rose Tyler + pink and blue

[queenrojpag]

helping the boyfriend after the fight

[my-names-angel-but-im-not-one]

MC meets their male version

#3

Story list

MC: summon 'em here!

MMC: no.

Lucifer: no.

MC: please!! I wanna see 'em.

Mammon: me too , I also wanna see how I'd look as a female.

Asmo: hmm~ I also wanna see my pretty female version, I'm sure I'm still the most gorgeous.

MMC: no.

MC: why!?! so you get to see their male version but I cannot see the female version!!???

MMC: .....no.

MC: imagine the interaction between them , so many hot people together....

M!MC: .....now that's tempting...

Lucifer: mc no .

MMC, MC: Mc yes!

*MMC continues to summon the sisters*

F!Lucifer: M!MC where were youu we searched everywher-

F!Lucifer: *sees female MC* .....oh? .....oh~

MC: .....ummmmm

MMC: shut up you asked for thi-

MC: ...and I'm not complaining.

[A/N]: one word , mothers.

[forbescaroline]

MAKE ME CHOOSE ► queens-clarke asked: chenford or wopez anonymous asked: chenford or wopez You don't let anyone ever tell you you can't do something. Not even me.

[misslavenderlady]

A gift for @otonokis 💜

I am thrilled to share that I got to show my plushies to Kiefer Sutherland, Alex Winter and Billy Wirth. Here were their reactions:

Kiefer: "Oh that is too cool!! I love the earring! I'll bet it's scary to see in your room at night (said jokingly). That's real nice."

I unfortunately couldn't get a photo of him with the David one because his autograph line didn't permit pictures too.

Alex: "Awwww no way! I love it!"

Hun, Billy went NUTS for these plushies. At first I only showed him the Dwayne one, which he adored. And when I showed him Paul's he said "you got one of Brookie?". It was the sweetest thing. And then he asked if I had all four of the boys. He was fawning over them, admiring how soft the fabric was, and even took a picture of all four together with his phone. I don't know if he'll do this, but possibly keep an eye on his IG for it!

He even said he would have loved to buy them himself! If you ever have an extra set of the plushies, definitely think about sending them to him as a gift. That man would absolutely die happy.

[telugxrl13]

realizing six of crows has a lot of elements that are considered booktok material. inej is considered small, much smaller than kaz…but not for no reason. she’s probably underweight and has to be light on her feet. kaz is possessive over inej. except he wasn’t lying when he called her “my investment” because he almost got himself broke paying off her indenture. nina is in love with matthias even though he has a death wish for her. but that’s because she’s actually seen the good side of him and knows this side of him isn’t the real version of him. these details that appeal to so many readers aren’t based on nothing entirely, and that’s what separates six of crows from the rest of the books on booktok.

[seungs]

MAKE ME CHOOSE – @somenights asked: waiting for us seungmin or muddy water seungmin

[skywing206]

It just gets hard sometimes.