#Glorious by MUSE

[relaxxattack]

page of daves

(wow you really just can’t zoom in on the higher res on the app at all anymore can you?)

[rosetinted-escape]

Petition for Muse to do another by-request gig bc honestly I think that would fix me.

[sunburnacoustic]

More pictures of Muse in the rain in Glasgow because damn they look sobering, impressive and imposing af. Very cool. And yeah, kinda amazed the pyro worked in this!

Credit: gongchouy on r/Muse

[bardolatrycore]

"I can rewrite the story."

Istg if we actually get God of Stories Loki I will go feral. It would tie in perfectly with the comics and his character arc as a whole!

[poisoned-pearls]

Start a series where I draw like, different time points in my person twst timeline (mainly w/ my hc’s and ships)

mainly bc I think it’s funny if Jamil gains like, 6/7ish cm on Azul over the summer and their third year. It’d be such a thing™ with them. Jamil would never let Azul forget it. Bc you KNOW Azul was holding that 1 cm over Jamil’s head all through their 2nd year so 3rd year is Jamil’s revenge. He has the height now.

[astrxlfinale]

"Goddamn.. What in the hell even happened to my head last night, feels like I'm running on scrambled eggs compared to brains.."

[general-kalani]

{ @withthedoubleg sent in; ★ for joseph!

Prompt from here! }

If he wasn't used to this mans presence, accepted the man his flock really, he would have taken this as a sign of aggression and killed him.

As it stood, he shouldn't be letting this happen anyway. It was dangerous. What if someone had seen this and presumed that he was being unfaithful to God?

"Careful." Tone sharp, and his voice despite all efforts sounded a little angered.

"Explain yourself, please. I am a busy man and I don't like to be held up."

Thank God he finished that sermon...

Or perhaps, this man had been waiting for that moment. For the sermon to be over, for everyone to leave to take this opportunity for himself.

With that sharp mind he can see just behind the eyes of this wanderer, he wouldn't be surprised if this was planned... Did he have to be so close?

[spiderwarden]

I love how we all understand that Minthara just likes food. Who has a pile of her favorite on her plate? Minthara, who has a dozen packets of condiments in her purse for emergencies ? Minthara does. Who always has some sort of snack in her hand? Minthara does. Who’s super picky about her food but will destroy it when it’s done right ? Minthara does. Minthara and food. She’s a foodie.

[oha-yuu]

flame.

[doks-aux]

In the vein of “Izzy shouldn’t have to completely change his personality in order to be accepted as a person,” I’m thinking about how it’s not actually wrong for Izzy to be private about sexual matters or to not be interested in polyamory, open relationships, or casual sex. He shouldn’t have to prove personal growth and an openness to human connection by assimilating into the polycule. It’s actually fine if he leans more toward monogamy/exclusivity and desires a sense of belonging to a person.

It’s fun to joke (and I have) about how Izzy just needs to loosen up and get laid and get sketched and embrace the Muppetry. But like. The show isn’t about conforming entirely to the group in order to achieve acceptance and safety (doing so to one group is at least half of why Izzy’s the mess that he is in the first place!). It’s the exact opposite. It’s about accepting and being comfortable in your authentic self and rejecting the shame and misery that destroys you and the people around you. Finding freedom in being YOU and being accepted for that warts and all.

This was a lot more coherent in my head, and I’m not really sure where I’m trying to go with it, just. There’s a lot of things wrong with Izzy’s actions and the way he’s getting from Point A to Point B in his angry little head, but there’s nothing actually wrong with who Izzy is and what he feels and what he wants at a base level. Especially not about who he wants to fuck and whether he wants to get his dick drawn.

[knightfeared]

*INBOX CLEARING. 📨 ➤   @myristicisms  [ ; ] [ COAX ]  the dominant partner gently moving the shy or overwhelmed submissive’s hands from covering their face so they can kiss them,  breathing praises against their skin. ;; trevorcard

𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓, 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐒, 𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐘 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐈𝐑, 𝐑𝐇𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐒. It's honest, genuine, more fond than truly meant to mock. For such a proud, inscrutible man at times, the Dhampir was surprisingly shy when it came to more intimate matters — something that both fascinated Trevor & echoed at his sympathy. In a way, he understood enough to not bring too much attention to how lost the other man seemed.

As curious as Trevor was, he'd never pry or push. Not unless he chose to bring it up himself.

For now? While he was allowed the chance to lavish loving touches freely, without the press of violence, the usual heat of irritated affection flaring beneath his surface like the sun, he takes his time in working the other beneath his hands. Treating him like a tightly knit craft, a work of art to be unraveled through touch by delicate touch. He's careful, moving slow, keeping his eyes on the vampire's face, watching for any dissatisfied twitch, a flicker in his expression to let the Belmont know just when to stop or what to do more of.

Kisses are gently trailed down the column of his throat until he reaches his collarbone, the barest tease of a suckle here or there, the mapping out of each mysterious scar, the slightest, playful nip of teeth followed by an apologetic lave of his tongue when watercolour hues begin to flourish. Normally so impatient, he finds a surprising amount of pleasure in taking things as slow for a change, eagerly taking in each honest twitch the other gives, every shudder & quiver with controlled glee. The way Alucard's fingers drag themselves through his hair in reward for a particular show of attention that's approved of. Trevor could get used to this, he hums, leaning into the touch with a pleased rumble. He eventually lowers enough to be level with his chest, wetting at his lips as he dips down, mouthing gently along pale skin, lips tilted in a cheshire smile.

Careful. Always careful when things have escalated to the point they had. He treats Adrian like a precious gem, one bearing the risk of shattering between his fingers should they clutch too hard. They move, one coming to curl around his length, his other forearm resting at their side, keeping him propped comfortably. Starting up a teasing pace, one that's steady in no such rush, Trevor drags his teeth just along the edge of the other's chest, pausing to kiss at the edge of a large scar, spotting at twin moon gold lock onto his own with a stuttering inhale.

He flashes him a cheeky grin, the peek of his teeth gladly given before he wets at his lips. The reaction he garners is as expected — a widening of his eyes, nose flaring as pale, pale skin seems to flush a telling, warm petal tone. Beautiful — but just as short lived as a flowers life-span, as he goes to quickly sling an arm over his face with a curse. The amused Hunter clicks his tongue, studying him, halting his pace for a moment as he wonders whether to stop things outright or continue. There's a frustrated hiss heard as he does, igniting a spark of laughter, quietly gifted as he caves & continues.

Only dragging a finger from root to tip, loosely holding his hand around the other's length before he smooths the pad of his finger over his pearling head. Lifting himself higher, the bed dips as he shifts, switching arms with a hushed coo of the other's name.

It's a low sound, urging in a rare, gentle manner, something audibly happy curled all through out it as Trevor smiles. Cupping his other hand along Adrian's jaw, he doesn't pry, simply urges through moths wing soft tracing, his thumb caressing the sharpened line of his jaw in long strokes. It doesn't seem to work, the other's stubborn ignorance of it being spotted through the way his lips purse, not a single more movement given outside of it. Trevor snorts, craning his face in to the ear closest, another playful hum reverberating.

Praises fall from his lips, balanced carefully on the edge of his tongue, whispered like a reverent prayer against the shell of the other's ear. It's worth the control he clings to to watch as the skin on the other's forearm bristles in goosebumps, to watch as his skin blooms in pink — feeling the huffed exhale between each of his words. He continues, ever shameless with his words as he mutters about how gorgeous the other is, how strong — just how perfect he is in how well he's been behaving for him, punctuating it with a lingering kiss at his jaws end.

For all his coaxing efforts, the glacial pacing is well worth it to watch how beautifully he comes undone. For this, he had all the patience in the world.

[boomermania]

Basil looking at his phone rn because of Aven's reply

[unstablerk800]

ATTENTION

I LOVE CONNOR!!!!!!!!!!444!!!!44!!!4!44

Thank you for your attention.

[sunburnacoustic]

Matt Bellamy’s got to be the only male rockstar described as a ‘pixie’. Not even the band Pixies have ever been called this.

[locallibrarylover]

as bad as workshop frankenstein is. i AM a big fan of "sorry henry but this is my destiny" "and it is MINE, to save you from yourself"

[general-kalani]

"After all I've done..."

A quiet sigh from Joseph, currently on the ground kneeling. Hands laid on his legs.

"After all we've been through..."

His head lifted to the sky, eyes opening. Seeking a sign from God, clearly.

"You've come seeking help... From me?.."

His head turned to the other. Eyes that should be full of malice were instead only stern, tired.

"You must be truly terrified."