#I have saturday off

[expelliarmus]

[irishmammonagenda]

Belphie blinks at you in greeting as you slide under the covers with him, only humming gently when you hold onto him for dear life. Dark indigo eyes noticing with interest that you haven't even started getting ready for RAD yet---not that he was one to talk---the Avatar of Sloth merely gives you a lazy smirk and wraps his tail around you under the covers as you whisper a strangled out, 'hide me'.

He nods slowly, his throat feeling much too heavy, and he himself feeling much too lazy to use his words. A pale hand pulls the covers over your head, just in time too, as Lucifer bursts into the room, ruby red eyes shining like a wolf on the hunt.

"Have you seen MC?" The eldest asks, paying no mind to the usual sound of morning chaos coming from the rest of the house.

Belphie lets out a strangled, lazy, "Nope." all the while his tail tightens around you.

Lucifer shakes his head. Looking at the you shaped lump under the covers. Merely pinching the bridge of his hooked nose and sighing, "MC. If you wanted a break from RAD, you could've just asked instead of opting to hide."

You pop out from under the covers, eyes wide like a deer in headlights, Belphegor's arms wrap around you from under the covers, his eyes sleepily tracing the features of your face as you speak.

"Right.....yeah. Sorry Luci?" You tilt your head, the Avatar of Pride's eyes soften a fraction.

"Be sure to catch up on your schoolwork, we only have room for one academic failure in this house and I'm afraid that spot has permanently been reserved for Mammon." Lucifer says sternly, though you can see the faintest upward quirk of his lips.

"Aye aye Captain." You nod, sleepily saluting the eldest.

"Belphegor."

Belphie turns to look at his eldest brother.

"Just because MC has a day off school, it doesn't mean you have one. Your uniform's hanging up by your desk." The ebony-haired demon walks out of the room.

"...Diavolo fucking dammit."

[mychlapci]

Ok there is a sfw tfa megop idea I really like . there's this tradition that a high ranking decepticon will gift their beloved consort the moons of their consort's favorite planet. The Decepticon Leader often uses a big space laser to sign the glyphs of their consort's designation into the most beautiful moon, or pulls this moon closer to the sun of its solar system so it can become as radiant as their consort. Or adding another moon to the planer's orbit, et cetera.

This is where Megatron hits a problem. Optimus's favorite planet is the backwater slag planet that imprisoned him for 50 years. But far more troubling is that this planet has only one dinky little moon and it's covered in these trashy organic trinkets like 'rovers' and 'probes'. Optimus has to explain to Megatron that he Likes The Moon the way it is, it's a beautiful gift (and Optimus accepted the gift to stop megatron's attempts to "convince" the leaders of Earth that their pathetic dinky moon is totally His to give away to His consort, if he can't have it none of you fucking will, he will turn into a gun and blow it up) and Optimus absolutely does not want "improvements" such as Megatron adding another moon to Earth's orbit, or trying to move the moon closer to the sun to see if that helps make it a little brighter, et cetera. I like to think deep down oppy really is pleased with the gift and he's "kyaa >///< this is just like my romantic holopads" but that's under layers of practicality and realism that have him yelling at Megatron that no, he can't "upgrade" a historic lunar landing site on the moon, optimus doesn't care how "ugly" it is. (Unrelated but apparently there's 96 bags of human waste on Our Moon right now. I wonder how many are on the tfa Moon . Megatron's gonna have a fit)

oh my god... you guys know how much i love super intense and weird decepticon claiming rituals, and i stand by the fact that TFA is just perfect for it... The Decepticons are always so extra. Especially high ranking decepticons who can afford it.

Optimus is so flattered that Megatron is so willing to give him his own moon and everything, but he kind of really wishes he was a little more considerate of Earth's demands. I mean, they need the moon, okay, Megs? It can just stay where it is, Optimus loves looking at it just as is. Yet Megatron always feels like he hasn't done enough. The moon he gifted his beloved just has to hang where it always was, rotting away covered in organic waste? How can the leader of the decepticons let that happen? He has to, at the very least, carve Optimus' name in it, otherwise someone else will claim the moon!

[firehose118]

“We’re just helping each other out on a long shift. It’s not gay,” Sal says into the air of the empty station bathroom as he wraps a hand around Tommy’s dick, and then in the same breath, “No one can ever know.”

Tommy nods, too far gone in the fantasy-come-to-life of what’s happening to dwell on the irony there. He’ll pick that apart later. For now, he has what he’s craved for so long within his grasp, he just has to reach out and take it.

He gets his hand on Sal’s dick in return and revels in the way it twitches under his touch. Tommy wants to moan with how good it feels to touch another man like this, to be touched by one. But he has to pretend this is friend stuff—normal straight guy shit, not the stuff of waking wet dreams—or else it will be taken away from him.

{finish on ao3 or continue below}

Tommy tries to match Sal’s pace: hard, fast, efficient. He thumbs through the liquid gathering at the head, twists his hand on the upstroke, but doesn’t let himself linger—even as his body is screaming for him to slow down and savor it. This might be his first and last chance to have this.

The way Sal is looking right at him is unexpected. He’d thought Sal would look away, pick a tile on the wall and stare at it, pretend this isn’t happening, but no: Sal is in it, studying Tommy’s face in that passive slack-jawed way of his. Tommy keeps his expression carefully neutral but he’s worried even that will give him away.

Sal’s mouth drops open on a silent moan when Tommy’s thumb drags along the vein on the underside just right, so Tommy does it again harder. He wants Sal to like this. He wants Sal to want to do this again.

Tommy is losing focus quickly. Sal isn’t working as hard to impress him, isn’t pulling out different moves to see what he likes, but his hand is big and warm and calloused and masculine around Tommy’s dick and it really doesn’t need to do anything else to have him panting and leaking.

He’s thought about this so many times and the reality of it is even better than he could have imagined. Every bit of energy he’s not using to give Sal the handjob of his life he’s putting into not whining and humping Sal’s hand like a dog.

He takes half a step forward before he can stop himself; needing to be closer. Sal huffs but he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t step back.

They’re so close to each other now that Tommy could wrap his hand around both of their dicks and jerk them off like that. He knows it would feel good, wants it more than anything in this moment, but it would be a definitive step over the ‘not gay’ line into territory he’s not sure Sal will follow him willingly. It’s this or nothing, so Tommy chooses this.

“You close?” Tommy asks. He is. He can already feel it rising in his stomach, his balls, licking along his spine. He wants Sal to come first, to hide whatever his own orgasm is going to look like in the mists of Sal’s pleasure.

Sal nods. His face is inches away from Tommy’s and he looks like he wants to say something, but he doesn’t.

When it happens, Tommy feels it. He doesn’t know why he didn’t expect to—he always feels the pulsing of his own dick as he comes—but to feel another man’s dick twitch and spasm as it shoots warm into his hand has Tommy biting back a moan so quickly he chokes on it.

Sal comes with a low groan and Tommy is helpless to follow. For as long as he’s wanted this—wanted Sal—he thinks he could’ve come from that sound alone, but the way Sal’s big hand tightens on the next few strokes is the last thing he needs to send him hurtling over the edge.

Tommy’s forehead drops to Sal’s shoulder without permission and he keens high in his throat as the pleasure rips through him. It’s easily the best orgasm he’s had in years and he’s instantly terrified of what that means.

He shoves it down. Later. He’ll think about that later.

Tommy pants, coming back to himself, and he gives himself two more seconds of physical contact with Sal before he pulls back completely.

They both lean against the hard tile wall of the bathroom and catch their breaths.

“Good?” Tommy asks, giving a joking half-smile. He knows the answer but it seems like a safe enough way to start talking again.

“Jesus, kid,” Sal laughs. “Yeah. It was good. Where the fuck’d you learn how to do that?”

He grabs some paper towels to wipe his hand off, then gives them to Tommy to do the same.

“Lonely childhood,” Tommy says. It’s true but it’s not the answer. “Dad had a lot of porn mags he’d leave around. I spent a lot of time jerking off. Figured yours doesn’t work too differently from mine.”

That look is back in Sal’s eyes like he wants to say something, but he stays quiet again. He just shakes his head and laughs.

Sal walks towards the door but stops before he opens it. “Give it a few,” he says. He doesn’t look back at Tommy but he has a small smile on his lips still. Tommy takes that as a win.

Sal leaves and Tommy is left alone with the enormity of what just happened. It was good. It was hot. Sal clearly doesn’t hate him, isn’t disgusted by him. He seemed almost… intrigued.

Tommy will sort out the shame and elation he feels swirling inside of himself like oil and water later.

For now, he washes his hands, splashes some water on his face, and gets back to work.

[sacchiri]

Hellsing 2002 calendar illustration.

Ein wunderliche und erschröckliche Hystori von einem großen Wüttrich genant Dracole wayda Der do so ganz unkristenliche marrter hat angelegt die mensche, als mit spissen als auch die leut zu Tod geslyffen

A wondrous and frightening story about a great berserk called Dracula the voivode who inflicted such unchristian tortures such as with stakes and also dragged people to death

[cementcornfield]

Ted has had ENOUGH

[eddis-not-eeddis]

I need some prayers. My health is really bad right now, and i might lose my job.

[puppyeared]

Average sibling behaviour

[redbean-nom]

haven't been able to watch the new bad batch episode yet but it would be really funny if they get to tantiss and run into cody. he's not a prisoner, he's just breaking someone else out for entirely different reasons.

[buglaur]

[not-poignant]

Daily excerpt from today's writing, chapter 28 of Palmarosa:

‘You don’t even have to worry about him, yet,’ Raphael said, drawing him inside. ‘We have to alter the scar first.’ ‘No,’ Astarion said, forgetting that part over and over again. ‘No? Call me Sir, pet, or Lord Raphael if you please.’ Temter, he thought. He couldn’t say it now. Couldn’t say it based only on this terror when nothing had happened to him yet. He was allowed the safeword once per tenday. To a total of five times. He wasn’t going to forget that in a hurry. He had to let himself be fucked by ten people. He had to be fucked by Raphael ten times. He had to murder ten people. There were so many places where he could see needing that word even though he loathed the fact that it was his ex-lover’s name. But the idea of his scar being altered nauseated him, and he felt every one of those fat apricots in his stomach, churning, and he loathed that the person he wanted to comfort him right now was Raphael. Sickening. ‘Alter it if you must,’ Astarion heard himself say, ‘but not in front of him.’ ‘But, darling, I think if I spill your blood right in this circle of gold – that I made for you – it will strengthen the ritual and make it more likely to work.’ ‘Raph- Lord… Lord Raphael,’ Astarion said, his words breathless. ‘You don’t want him to watch?’ Raphael said silkily.

[linktoo-doodles]

FANEXPO CANADA 2023 MERCH DROP-OFF Saturday & Sunday 💫🌃

[is-skizzleman-on-hermitcraft]

Just shy of 4 more days until you might be able to say yes! How we feeling?

*buzzing fast enough to create a frequency only dogs can hear* yeah i’m completely normal about it. totally casual

[foldingfittedsheets]

So my betrothed has been Suffering with backlash from Wyvern and allergy testing. They’re having trouble working out and their chest is consistently tight even with nasal sprays and antihistamines so we’ve been looking to get a beefier air purifier for their room.

Today I went on a secret journey to go pick one up off OfferUp. It’s a city that has taiyaki which isn’t near us and so I’m also getting delicious treats while I’m in the area. I’m excited to have it set up and surprise them when they get home.

[rwrbmovie]

i spent a week on the rwrb side of twitter to keep up with the insane week leading to the sequel announcement. i had expected the craziness of that site, but did not expect seeing plenty of my gifs and gifs of other creators on here reposted with no credit 🙃

i was hesitant on letting this out from the drafts because you know i like to keep things positive on this blog and i knew that coming back on tumblr and making gifs (without watermarks) again meant this was bound to happen. what got me was that people would post screenshots of fanfic and would share the link to it, but i rarely saw the same done for gifs reposted.

we have so many talented creators in this fandom, please respect their time, efforts, and creativity and give proper credit where it's due, or better yet, reach out to them for permission to repost.

thanks to the lovely people who message me for permission before reposting, thanks for those who do give credit and share the link to the original post, and thanks to everyone who notifies me whenever they see my gifs floating around!

[thresholdbb]

Here's the plan:

Friday as Evil Holo-Janeway

Saturday as Bell Riot Jadzia

Sunday as (nebula jacket) Janeway