#... so far

[hedwigoprah]

RED ALERT

I’m trying to make them kiss again

[violence-infatuation]

my collection

[smurny]

Imagine you’re in a suicide cult sworn to chastity and you’ve been in love with your shieldmate your whole life. He is succumbing to his shadow so ur going to have to kill him, but you love him so you hesitate. The night before u have to kill him, u both decide to have sex for the first time and it’s beautiful. The morning after, ur shieldmate is captured, then imprisoned until he becomes a monster and kills your entire family, friends and everyone you ever knew and finally kills you too.

TLDR: Justice/Marcus are a mill times more devastating and tragic than Romeo/Juliet ever was

[ghostlynimbus]

Some of the pics im using as inspo for my werewolf au

[triplrjorl]

Here's the insecure, desperate capitalist businessman can barely hold these two together

[melrosing]

Tywin Lannister caramelldansen easily my weirdest contribution to this fandom

more here

[w1ld-k4t]

‎‎‎‎‎Panty Thief Conundrum

CONTENT WARNING: Yandere!Caleb being a freak, like incredibly so. Stepcest is a given with this guy when MC is involved. Panty/Bra/Clothes stealing, sniffing and... other things. He's a creep here, I was not nice to him. Manipulation, mention of punishments. Please be aware, loves.

SYNOPSIS: Caleb can't find any of your underwear in the laundry because you've started going commando most of the time.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I have never written for the lads before, let's be clear. Let alone Caleb, let alone fandom Caleb. I apologize for any OOC-ness. That said, this shit just ripped itself from my subconscious and forced itself through my fingertips.

Preposterous.

Evil. Cruel and unusual punishment, really.

He finally has the girl of his dreams back, the love of his disgusting, perverted little life.

And yet, as he rifles through the laundry basket with growing desperation (ripping past any articles of clothing he’s not interested in, really), his dirty heart nearly cracks in two.

WHERE are your panties? Your bras, even?

He hates himself for it. He really, truly does. But ever since you finally accepted him back into your life, your home and, stars, your fucking arms, he can’t deny that this is something he’d been looking forward to for a while.

Doing your laundry for you again. Out of the kindness of his heart, is what he wants to tell himself.

But the pair (his favorite pair) he’d kept with him after he’d left lost your scent a long, long goddamn time ago. Maybe it would’ve kept longer if he hadn’t soaked it in his cum nearly every night while he was away. Hell, he tore a hole in them after the explosion. After he was sure he’d never see you again.

So where, pray tell, are your FUCKING panties?

He can’t just… well, maybe he can ask. If he words it right, plays the role of the concerned, loving gege. Then he could get his answer.

It doesn’t have to be awkward. Or perverted. Just… looking out for you, like he always did. Does.

Will. Whether you like it, are aware of it or not.

So when you open the door to your room after hearing him knock and he’s standing there with his usual, lopsided smirk and the emptied laundry basket in under his arm, you shouldn’t really suspect a thing. He already has the laundry going, audible from down the hall.

“Heya, Pips,” as he leans against the door frame, using his free arm to prop himself up against it. You’re having to look up at him, as usual. The bastard.

“Not to, uh…” his elbow bends, scratching awkwardly (convincingly, he hopes) at the back of his neck. He makes an effort to move his eyes away from your own, despite the confusion etching into your features, “Not to pry much. But are ya washing yer under-stuff separately or somethin’? Or did’ja just forget to throw em in?”

And when you blink, brows furrowing, his heart spikes in anxiety.

“I just got back to takin’ care of ya,” he tacks on quickly, “Would hate to mess up again already.”

Your silence doesn’t help his racing heart. He risks a glance up at you, and-

You give a small, amused snort? Cute... but what’s so funny?

“You’re fine, Kay,” you shrug, giving him a relaxed, trusting smile of your own. Trusting, he notes, having his heart race for a different reason, “Neither of us missed anything. I just don’t really wear any these days.”

What?

“Not unless I really have to.”

He stares at you for a moment, lips floundering. His eyes nearly glance downward at your breasts, your crotch, holding his gaze on your face with great effort. Were… Were you not wearing any right now? Something about that has his blood rushing straight to his cock, a heat rising to his cheeks. But, stars, has he gotta pull himself together.

“Really?” He huffs back with his own amusement (a habit he’d learned from you… he has a lot of those), “Can’t say I really get it, but whatever makes ya comfy, Pipsqueak.”

The smile you give him is nearly his undoing as you return back into your room. He lingers, though, his eyes trailing down to the curve of your ass in those damn too short pajama bottoms. His tongue swipes across his bottom lip, eyes wide in curious wonder and… Well, his cock was starting to hurt in his jeans. Let’s say that.

“By the way,” he trills after a moment, needing wanting a reason to stick around a little more and imagine what your bareness must look like. How he could slip your shorts aside so easily and-, “Whatcha thinkin’ for dinner today? I’ll make whatever ya want. Call it a… reunion gift.”

You want to deprive him of fucking the remaining scent and discharge that lingered on your underwear? Layering it over his nose while he pumped his cock to the imaginary rhythm he uses to fuck you in his head?

That’s fine. He can punish you for it later. Once he has the ball rolling on your guys’ relationship.

For now, though, he’ll compromise. Improvise, even, and just fuck his cum into the crotch of your shorts and pants after you get done wearing them for the day.

He’s not picky.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I hope you liked this, whoever may be reading. It was fun. It's fucking haunting me that this is the first thing I wrote for my blog, but it was fun nonetheless. I'm a whore anyway, so it works.

CREDITS: Almost forgot since it's past midnight. The dividers are from thecutestgrotto. Eye banner is from the Harper's Bazaar x LADS Collab. All writing is done by me, w1ld-k4t.

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My magnificent child is finished!! Took me all winter!! More pics soon once she is blocked.

[lt-oreilly]

queer fandom is like we're huddled together in a corner of the world sharing stories about people who loved each other but never fucking talked about it

[siriuslyelio]

welcome to my fav game:

live reactions…aftg edition !!

ANDREW HAS A TWIN??!!

[privatelyvelvet]

When you come home feeling extra leggy.

[skittlesking]

Outertale Frisk and Chara designs twt seemed to like- hope y'all do too :]

[klikandtuna]

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣💀 I watched it ALL ALONE, y’all. This was me in my friend-group’s server, desperately seeking refuge from THE FEELINGS

I think I was peripherally aware of the existence of AO3, but to be perfectly honest it never once occurred to me to go looking for fanfiction. Instead, I started writing my own. Eventually got talked into joining AO3, which led me here. And here we are ☺️

[lookingforhappy]

Five's trigger discipline

I've noted before that Five, in this scene, is holding his finger on the trigger guard rather than the the trigger itself, as you're supposed to do

so I went back and found every time Five holds a gun in the series

annoyingly, the other time we see five holding a pistol, he's holding it in the wrong hand:

five is left handed, old five is using his right hand.

its a little harder to see bc of the angle but Five's finger isn't on the trigger, or even on the guard, it's on the grip.

He wasn't even considering shooting here.

technically he's holding the rifle consistently at least, left hand on the barrel, right on the trigger/grip:

and his trigger discipline is shittier as an old man (his finger is on the trigger long before JFK even arrives in the area) ... tho i guess that could be blamed on the psychosis?

I guess we could also blame insanity/illness on him having his finger on the trigger in this scene - or we could say that this is Five at his most inexperienced or most scared.

again, his left hand is on the barrel, and right on the grip. it's kinda hard to catch bc this scene is so quick but Five's either got his finger on the trigger or trigger guard.

what's more interesting about this scene is that five relaxes his stance (his finger is definitely on the guard in this scene, so either he's dropped his guard or his trigger discipline is still holding)

despite the Swede (Axel) entering the barn with hostile intent and killing the Handler in seconds flat, Five is actually more relaxed in the moments after the Handler's death (when an armed assassin enters the room) than the moments before (when he had the only adversary unarmed and at the end of his gun).

he pulls the gun back into a defensive stance when Axel steps inside the barn but just before he drops it you can catch a glimpse of his finger still on the guard. again, his trigger discipline is holding up.

[matt0044]

Miraculous fans are weird about Marinette and it's not cute anymore if it ever was.

This enforcement of "Ron The Death Eater" upon Marinette by claiming she lied to Adrien to... control him. That she was becoming the new Gabriel to him.

You know because giving his Amok to him, trying her best to make sure he doesn't get akumatized by the very likely new Moth Holder (hey, remember Time Tagger?) and not letting him be burdened by the MASSIVE WHAMMY of him learning that his father not only died but had been Monarch/Shadow Moth and Hawk Moth.

Hell, it'd have a layer hidden to her side HE'S CHAT NOIR. Remember Chat Blanc? Remember Ephemeral? What was the cause of those timelines going tits up? OH RIGHT?

Here's the thing about lies in Miraculous. It's about how it's neither fully good or fully bad. The final scene of the London special of Ladybug and Chat Noir comforting each other is them knowing that each one is holding out on the other but that it's nothing that can be helped.

Back to Marinette... this can be chalked up to another in a long list of "Things a male character would get a slap on the wrist for while calls for lynching are made for female characters doing similar if not the same thing." If Chloe stans were really as concerned for how female characters are scrutinized, they'd look in the goddamned mirror.