#I’m not fucking hesitating

[moog-enthusiast]

you don’t get to choose if you’re gay or straight.

Sunny does. If sunny says so, then you are.

[hazbingirliexoxo]

*Reader, Angel, and Husk on a heist together*

Reader: How do you think Angel will distract them?

Husk: He’ll probably, like set off an alarm or throw a rock or something. That’s what I would do

Angel: *moaning loudly and sensually at a nearby distance*

Husk: ….

Reader: ….or he could do that

[ro55ocorsa]

What the fuck was this? Hello?

[zeb-z]

the mind fuck of the code pretending to be Pomme, backing away only to attack, then back away again, having Pomme’s name in the chat when it’s down. Etoiles splashing healing potions on “Pomme” even as he’s fighting, reviving her twice because he can’t be sure it’s not his daughter. sick and twisted actually

[pepperpixel]

+ Butch 4 Butch +

(Except neither one of them is rlly that butch but holy fUCKING SHIT THAT SONG IS LITERALLY THEM… the version of them I made up in my mind palace… it’s them.)

Anywayyyy. Yeah! Have a tagr art dump..! aka, those vibes when you, out of a series of moments of temporary insanity, end up finding, taking in, nursing back to health and eventually falling into a tangled messy yearning situationship w the asshole tsundere alien who tried to destroy your entire planet… rlly extremely relatable vibes!!

[flymmsy]

Durgetash Baby (Headcanon/Bullet Fic)

The Dark Urge sees Enver Gortash with his child in his arms. Notes: Dark. TW infanticide (Non-descriptive but could be triggering for some). Nsfw. Slight dub-con but ultimately consensual. Imagined with a fem Durge in mind.

I can absolutely see Gortash in an arranged marriage situation which Durge would of course have very complicated feelings about. ‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤ

But Gortash is not one to shrug off appearances. He fulfills his husbandly duties and his wife provides him with an heir. ㅤ

Throughout the pregnancy, Durge is very distant. The violent urges and jealousy (which they tell themselves is merely due to their Bhaalspawn breeding instinct) are an extreme threat to their alliance with Gortash. ㅤ

When the child is finally born, Durge and Gortash fall back into their old routine for a time. Patriar children are rarely around their parents anyway, Durge does not anticipate it to be an issue. ㅤ

But one night, Durge slips into Gortash’s chambers (through the window, as they usually would), and sees him with the child in his arms. A tiny babe. And Gortash speaks to it like it is the whole world, like he would give it the whole world. Durge slips back out completely unnoticed. ㅤ

The next thing Durge can remember, it is night again and they are standing in the nursery of Gortash’s estate, their hands covered in blood. The Urge begins to recede from their mind, and they faintly hear a woman’s scream receding down the hall. ㅤ

By the time Gortash arrives in the doorway, their mind is clear. He is measured, but there is something in his eyes that Durge has not seen before. Boots clatter down the hall, but they are waved away by Gortash as he steps inside and closes the door. ㅤ

Once they are alone, Gortash lunges forward. Admittedly, it catches Durge by surprise, and Gortash gets much further than he should in his attack because of it. They slam into the ground together, a flurry of fists. It is their first real, physical fight against each other. ㅤ

All movement ceases when Durge's knife glints in the dim light. They have managed to get Gortash beneath them, knife pressing into his throat. He is covered in streaks of blood - his blood, Durge's blood, and the blood of his child. ㅤ

Durge's head is pounding as they begin to roll their hips against Gortash's body, knife still firmly at his throat. His voice is venomous as he chokes, "What are you--" ㅤ

"Mine." Durge's voice is sharp and dangerous as they press their hips down harder against Gortash, "You are mine, Gortash." ㅤ

They throw their knife to the side and replace it with their hand around Gortash's throat, the blood of his child on their hands now mixing with his own from his wound. Anger still burns in his eyes, but he does not move. Durge knows this - knows him - knows he is assessing, trying to understand. ㅤ

They kiss him then, but he remains stiff against them. It is only when their other hand begins to slide down his body does he begin to stir. ㅤ

"You are mine, Gortash," Durge repeats, a whisper against Gortash's lips, "And your children will be mine." ㅤ

He pauses for just a moment longer before meeting them in a suddenly charged kiss. Durge is unsurprised to feel him harden quickly at their words. ㅤ

He takes them there, on the floor of the nursery. He brutally fucks his seed into them, a demand for a child to replace the one he lost. ㅤ

The Dark Urge is satisfied, but they are never truly forgiven.

[spineless-lobster]

Cbs cutting the majority of kitty’s parts in happy death day makes me feel 🙃🙃🙃

[samar-arijjj]

hey i get a lot if y’all are mad about ao3 but guess what? you don’t get to hate on religious people, and you don’t get to make assumptions about us and our god (muslims, specifically) without knowing anything about our beliefs. this is not. a. fucking. excuse. to talk shit about muslims. there are queer muslims, there are muslims who are normal fucking people who believe that it is of utmost importance to be loving and kind human beings, above all other things. we are not monstrous terrorists.

you don’t get to make *sweeping* generalizations on an entire fucking religion because you don’t have access to your fucking bedtime story.

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

Shirayuki: some spineless bitch doubted my moral conviction and tried to use my lack of title to manipulate you so I immediately threw myself off the building to prove a point

Obi: I jumped off after her no context no questions asked

Zen: I have to kiss someone on the mouth about this immediately

[transmechanicus]

Hinge will show you a sea of heteros and the most corporate conformist queer ppl on earth and then finally deign to show you someone with even a drop of swag just to pull the rug out with “poly and partnered”

[no1ryomafan]

The straights got me in a chokehold again GOD FUCKING DAMN IT

[bravevolunteer]

ngl every time i see the "cis" in michael's bio it feels. Wrong. like i see it and i go "i'm probably gonna non conform his gender one of these days"

[zeb-z]

talking entirely character wise. do you think today was a bit of a wake up call for bad. do you think he heard red screaming out of their minds begging for toxic gas and thought about how they’ve lost their minds just a little bit. do you think that when he was given an immediate no when he asked where the red egg was to help them defend he understood how deep of a rift he created. do you think as he sat there silent while the rest of red cheered at killing the egg statue, he wondered if he could have pushed them a little too far. do you think that maybe, just maybe, with the red sun beating down on him in that desert, the gas mask team cheering and dancing, he felt for a single moment the consequences of his actions? that maybe, if he hadn’t started out so hostile with extreme tactics, if he hadn’t been so bloodthirsty and ruthless, if he had had just a little bit of hesitation, that his own attempts at diplomacy would have gone over better? that the rest of the teams would have listened? that red would have trusted his judgement on the egg statues, or at the very least respected him enough to honor an agreement? do you think he realizes that burning his bridges may have fucked him over?

[batwynn]

Just a heads up:

I’ve deleted my Twitter app and I will only be logging in every so often so the fuckwad that owns it doesn’t delete the account yet. I’ll also probably be taking it off my navigation card and other places, as well. I’ve given everyone there a month or so to find me somewhere else, and after yesterday I just can’t be there anymore. So that’s that.

[glupshittostan]

guess who just started playing

[gaytedlasso]

well boy howdy here we go again ✨

Time to celebrate the fact that I am still a heavily active Destiel blog in 2022 and that 2,000 people decided that this was a valid decision. Love you all.

Let's party then! I learned my lesson last time about asking for angst because y'all came for my throat... that being said, angst is still invited to this. Nsfw work is the guest of honor. In fact, daring you to do your worst and test my nsfw immunity. Hmm maybe I didn't learn my lesson last time... My subtle nsfw prompts are listed last & in italics below ~

To join the party, tag your work #justcastiel2k or @ me

Aug 25: light - home - what if it was easy - deep

Aug 26: smoke - highway - if thy be a man - yeehaw

Aug 27: blood - trueform - what does it mean - grace

Aug 28: holy water - religion - I would be willing - knees

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lawboy notes:

- due to personal circumstances addressed here, I do not want anything that focuses on the subject of grief that is not resolved or is not mostly addressed in canon. ie: widower arc is fine because we know Cas returns in canon, though including his return is preferred if it's a fic. 15x18 confession scene is fine. Anything post 15x18 is fine as long as it includes or alludes to Cas returning.

- no memory loss. no heaven endgame.

- the poems and songs linked are there for further inspiration and can be used in your work, or the phrases may also be used for an entirely different interpretation. If you quote the poems, the original must be credited & linked.

- any prompt can be used for nsfw creations and they must be tagged #minors dni or #mdni

- minors may participate, but are not allowed to use the nsfw prompts, create any explicit work, and must filter #mdni and #minors dni. you also don't have to follow me to participate in this

- no w* or w*nkl*ne, minors/adults, non-con

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Can't wait to celebrate with you all! Feel free to send me an ask if you have any questions.