#I'M SCREAMINGGG

[cosmotellurias]

Percy Jackson with a bridge piercing will look so ethereal oh my fucking god

[turnbuckletalk]

SJSJDJD THIS MATCH??? OOHHH YES, THIS IS WRESTLEMANIAAAA ‼️

[miyagi-hokarate]

Clayton Rohner on William Zabka in Just One of the Guys (1985)

[charlixcxashtray]

cedric: if i was in an alliance with quinn & he didn't tell me this shit, he'd be out.

[somin-yin]

I CAN'T WAIT TO PLAY HHHHHHHHHH

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[voracious-gluttony]

Gluttony was glad that Lust was there with him to see what their idiotic brother had done. A witness in case Pride tried to say anything differently with something as dire as the dagger. His fists clenched at his sides, a simmering rage that Wrath would approve of underneath the surface as he stared his brother down; eyes never moving from Pride as Lust ensured that Jo left the three of them alone as he had ordered, his frown deepening as Pride spoke. Deflecting, a classic move to ensure that no one ever actually prodded too deeply at his brother's inner machinations. "You do owe us an explanation, Pride, our lives are relevant to us and you just endangered this. If she knows that one prince can be taken down, we all can," Gluttony seethed. Never in all of his years has he breathed a word about their weaknesses and he was the talker of the brothers– the gossip... another double standard that he couldn't compare to again. Where he would have been reprimanded, or worse, for spilling their darkest secrets... Pride was expecting them to bow to his whim and disregard the fact that he did. "You're fucking lucky that it wasn't Wrath that came here, he would have torn her to shreds on the spot and you would have had to watch. So sit your fucking ass down, and talk or so help me, I'll snap that jaw of yours so you have a reason not to talk." Would he actually hurt his brother? He didn't think himself capable of the thought knowing that leaned more into his other brothers' territory, where he would rather take the diplomatic easy going way out than violence... but this was more than the three of them or the witch that was now a danger to all of them. Gluttony's eyes moved to Lust again so he understood the seriousness of his words, that he was willing to fight Pride if he needed to. Lust either needed to help, or stay out of the way. "I will tell you when I damn well feel like you deserve the explanation."

They were in their own little world, nothing else mattered beyond the confines of the couch and that mansion, he erased all thoughts on the reasons they were here and happy to forget his pet's life was in immediate danger from witches hellbent on exterminating his kind. Their thrusting was beginning to grow to a point of sheer madness, immense ecstasy, one gaze upon Isabel's gorgeous chocolate irises, confirmed that she was hanging just on the edge of her climax and was begging for him to send her toward the heavens. Her elated moans and the marks she would leave on his body fueled Pride's erratic movements as he pounded into her, their lips briefly connecting so he could taste every part of the woman on his tongue. They were close, so fucking close...and then an inevitable distraction broke the magic, straight through their fantasies and slammed him back to reality. He recognized the voices almost immediately, Lust and Josephine talking amongst themselves as if they had the nerve to invite themselves in, and that of his brother Gluttony. Pride specifically gave the special request to Greed to send one of their brothers for an intel recap in three days, Gluttony was not alone nor had it been the time he instructed. Something changed.

Pride sat up from his position franticly and rose from the couch in a mad scramble to locate his pants as if there were a fire that broke out, nearly falling off of the couch in the process, finding that he couldn't enjoy seeing Isabel wearing his ruined oversize dress shirt as he yanked the trousers over his waist in time for his brothers and the succubus to enter the living room. Still, he could feel his own embarrassment leaking through, mixing with Bel's. To be caught in a compromising position even by his family, was a travesty. The anger, however, replaced any shamefulness at literally being caught with his pants down....as if he held any shame. "Gluttony. You're...you're early." He bit out, glancing between his brothers and Jo, who gave him a flicker of wave with her fingers, "You're not sorry, I bet you all were taking your little bets-" Lust interrupted him, chuckling with a shake of his head, "Come now, brother, would we do anything that vile? There's nothing wrong with getting caught in the act." Before Pride could say another word in response, He watched with dismay as Isabel dismissed herself, likely too ashamed that she would ever stoop to a level in sleeping with a demon, "Isabel, wait-" All thoughts of her exit dissipated the moment Pride's gaze followed Gluttony's the same as Lust's did when they all spotted the silver box. Fuck. They knew. "Brother, I can explain." What was he to say? Lust looked upon him with disbelief as Gluttony spat out his orders to his pet, Jo taking the clothes from the prince's hands and casting them with a paused look before disappearing out of sight.

Lust watched the blonde make her exit, moving to peer around the corner to ensure Josephine was all the way up the stairs and out of earshot before he whipped around in agitation, "Are you fucking nuts?" He gestured toward the silver box, indicating that he spoke of the dagger rather than the sexual perversions previous happening on the couch, "Why in the King's name, Pride, would you show her the dagger?" Pride's stern gaze settled on his brother in annoyance, in confidence, always one to hold his head high in the face of rage. "I do not need to give you my explanations, Lust. It is my dagger, my pet, those are irrelevant to the matter." His attention turned towards Gluttony, "You said we could come out of hiding. What happened?"

[unbloomingmoonflower]

NOT INUYASHA BATTLING MEGAMAAAAAN 🤣🤣🤣🤣

[saedyne]

DC Pride 2025

[bloodstainedbible]

Sebastian felt the way her body tensed beneath his touch, the hesitation that gripped her, the fleeting moment where she stood frozen between resistance and surrender. But when she finally gave in—when her lips softened beneath his, when her hands curled into his shirt, clinging, desperate—something inside him snapped.

A low, almost relieved sound rumbled in his chest as he deepened the kiss, his fingers tightening against her jaw, not enough to restrain, but enough to remind her—she was here, with him, in this moment. And fuck, he wasn’t letting go.

Her grip was fierce, nails biting through fabric, pressing into his skin like she was trying to ground herself in him, tether herself to something real. And god, did he want to be that for her. His free hand slid down, finding the curve of her waist, pulling her closer, demanding more.

He knew what she was remembering, could feel it in the way her body melted into his, in the way her breath hitched against his lips, in the way her pulse pounded beneath his touch. That night—their night—was burned into him too, seared into his very bones. The ghost of it lingered between them, haunting, electric, undeniable.

Breaking the kiss felt impossible, but when he did, it was only enough to let his lips hover over hers, their breath mingling, heat and longing thick in the air between them. His thumb stroked along her jaw, soothing where his grip had been firm, while his other hand stayed rooted at her waist, keeping her close.

“Amelia,” he murmured, her name slipping past his lips like something sacred, something owned. His forehead brushed against hers, his breath uneven, his heart hammering against his ribs like it belonged to her now.

“You feel it too, don’t you?” A whisper, rough, edged with something raw, something he wasn’t sure he could contain any longer.

Because he felt it. And if she did too—if she admitted it—then there was no turning back.

continued from here. @bloodstainedbible

her breath hitched within her throat, her chest tense from sebastian's sudden kiss. her pupils dilated to mere dots from the action, eyes transfixed on his closed ones momentarily in shock. her body went stock still, arms limp at her sides saved for her hands twitched a few times while she debated on what to do.

but when sebastian deepened the kiss, his hand on her jaw tightening only slightly had caused her eyes to gradually softened until they finally slid shut as she returned his kiss with equal fervour. it was astonishing with how prompt her body reacted to him. like it remembered him and his touch and his scent. everything.

and perhaps it did because they had shared a delicate yet intimate night on the day where the three of them were freed from their capturers by her son. amelia recalled so vividly, the scene displayed behind her eyelids made her body light and aflame with gradual desire. she needed to hold tight, needed to anchor herself to him. amelia immediately brought both her hands between their chests and gripped the fabric of his shirt, her nails puncturing through the material in what perhaps be desperation.

[borgialucrezia]

But I stayed my hand for the good of the family.

[onlykiwi]

"i wrote a song about getting hit by a fireball lol"

[midsummerafternoon]

xanaofficial: “girl’s girl” coming soon. presave now so u don’t miss out on whatever shiii i’m about to pull lmao🩶 (June 14, 2025)

[bunabi]

I feel the same way about Rook's origins. I really hope they allow us some freedom in deciding how Rook feels about their organization, especially since it seems like a big part of their identity. For example, with Crows or Wardens, your character might not have had much of a choice in joining, and I hope there's an option to reflect that as well

[dav spoilers + theory that might not be true??]

Yeah. :(

Especially if speculation is correct & Rook does end up inheriting the title or powers of the Dreadwolf. Definitely not something I want, but if I can have some meaningful control before wolfy greatness is forced upon them I'd be happy.

I feel bad for saying the improvements or new features aren't enough, that I don't care half as much about dating companions or CC dress-up or seeing my Inquisitor, but those are my genuine feelings. I'm grateful for it all, but I'd be remiss to pretend I didn't fall in love with Dragon Age mainly for the freedom to make unique characters who impact the story in fun & diverse ways.

For what it's worth, I think a story where you're a chess piece of fate is classic and fun. It just hits different when applied to a game I really care about that's known specifically for player agency.

This will probably be my last time bringing it up haha. One of the downfalls of being a little more visible is having angels in my ear saying their enjoyment of DA is being directly impacted by my enjoyment of DA. I'll leave it there. 😭

[softstarsabove]

I'M CRYINGGGGG

[my-little-random-world]

IRENA PRETENDING TO SCOLD ALENA IN HER OFFICE | Zlatá labuť (The Golden Swan) — Season 1 Episode 8

[sadgayeddie]

buck when eddie leaves 😔