#Sorry I can't help myself

[castielsprostate]

it's the year 2024, jensen ackles boards a bus in germany to get back to his hotel, he sighs into his pretty plump, cocksucking lips as he throws his head back. it's quiet, he thinks he's alone, he texts misha "can't wait to have your straight balls in my mouth again"

behind him someone coughs and says, "fucking fag"

it was pope francis

[mizgnomer]

Crowley vs. The Tenth Doctor - Parallels Good Omens Season 2 - Part 4

Season Two’s [ Part One ] [ Part Two ] [ Part Three ] Season One’s [ Part One ] [ Part Two ]

[laura1633]

Whenever I see some of Charles’ rather absurd attempts to park his car I always imagine Max stepping in to teach him how to reverse park.

Charles is naturally reluctant at first, there’s even a little annoyance simmering beneath the surface because he absolutely does not need Max teaching him how to do anything behind the wheel. His brain turns to mush though the second Max puts his arm over Charles’ headrest so he can look behind as he reverses. 

Charles thinks it really shouldn’t be as hot as it  but Max’s body is turned towards him, his chest open and looking even broader than usual, his t-shirt clinging hold of his biceps, the thick line of his neck exposed as he peers over his shoulder. Charles pays close attention - not to the parking though - to the way Max looks when he parks. It’s easy, cool, confident. 

And at the end of the demonstration the only reversing Charles is interested in is reversing himself back up onto Max’s cock. 

[miss-ute]

[bellamyblake]

I still cannot effing get over the CPR moment, Idk what anyone says or what they think of it, I just love it so much, the sheer panic on Bellamy's face, the HEAD AND THE HEART, Octavia's Bell-, and he's like NO, I'M NOT LOSING YOU AGAIN

I CAN'T

and then he keeps on and Octavia tries again 'She's gone' and he just bursts

NO, SHE'S NOT! (if you wanna tell me that's not romantic idk what is)

and then he begs her to get up and fight and she does and the way she wakes up and looks at him, JUST LOOKS AT HIM WITH SO MUCH LOVE AND ADORATION AND THEN THROWS HERSELF IN HIS ARMS, IN HER SAVING GRACE, LIKE A WAVE FINDING ITS ABSOLUTE RIGHT PLACE WHEN IT CRASHES AGAINST THE CLIFF AND THEY JUST BOTH BREATHE TOGETHER IN UNISON AND YOU CAN SEE HIS HEART CALMING DOWN AS SHE BURIES HERSELF IN THE CROOK OF HIS NECK AND WHISPERS 'THE HEAD AND THE HEART'

AND I JUST DIE

[cor-obscenum]

cw: FTM pregnancy

No matter how many times Terzo sees Omega, his heart always beats faster when meeting his ghoul boyfriend. And Omega can hear his fast heartbeat when he's near, which he finds adorable and a sign that he loves him very much, after all these years.

One day, he notices Terzo's heart sounds... Different. It's fast and fluttery like a rabbit's heart. He takes Terzo's pulse, and it's not much faster than a human's normal heart rate, but he still hears that odd heartbeat coming from his body. Like there are two hearts beating inside him...

He lowers his ear to Terzo's belly, right over his uterus, and there it is... That's where the second heartbeat is coming from...

Terzo is pregnant.

[wolfgang1097]

I don't know why, but I personally find Black being so struck with lust here so frick'n adorable. What makes it even more adorable is that he is...ahem, topless (well, this skit was based off of one of the comics that took place at the beach, duh). I can't help myself, but gawd look at his belly (makes me want to magically stick my hand through the screen and gently prod his belly). Overall, this is probably one of my favorite still screenshots of any of the Spy vs. Spy skits from the 90s.

[blueboyluca]

I know at this point I'm primed to be biased and considered close-minded about buttons but did anyone else think that the Cog-Dog Radio episode was incredibly shallow? Reminded me of Michael Shikashio's episode with that Dog: Impossible idiot. I don't know why big name dog trainers interview media stars like this. They always like to present it as "look how open-minded I am and how close-minded my followers can be" but never actually address the issue at hand. Like Michael never actually pushed what's-his-name on his dog training methods or why he used them or why he hadn't actually learned correct dog training science. For Sarah and Alexis, they didn't actually talk about the things that I am skeptical about (dog body language misreadings, social media influencer issues, calming signals, proofing, number of buttons – I could go on), they just talked about how dog buttons create connection. And of course Sarah had to have a jab at agility handlers, which I think is her favourite thing to do. It's not the "contrived" nature of the use of dog buttons that I have a problem with.

[ltwharfy]

Just playing a mother and a son in a school play, right, Louise?

[vole-mon-amour]

here you can see: the love of my life and a woman whose ex lover just committed suicide. both will quit smoking eventually 'cause it's "bad for the body, bad for the soul."

[syvellsworld]

[smute]

he farley on my granger til i shoot rope

[meri-meri-mwah]

People wondering why Luis runs so slow in Mercenaries and I'm like...HAVE YOU EVER LOOKED AT HIS BEHIND??

Obviously it's slowing him down, be nice to him. 😔

[unexpectedstormy]

It’s time to have fun and gush over your works! Post up to three scenes from your story/stories that you love and talk about them! :D

Yessss! I've been wanting talk about this scene for a fic I haven't completed/published yet. This is a another Whumptober story in which I throw Wild off a cliff again but this time with different results. (471 words)

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“…Link…”

The darkness of oblivion slowly faded upward through shades of grey. The first inklings of sensation tugged at the edges of the Wild’s mind and he became aware of one thing and one thing only: he was cold. So very cold. A bone-chilling mind-numbing cold. Something broke through the dull roar of static in his brain, a small, muffled noise rose above the din—a voice.

“…Link!”

Who was that? A woman? Wild’s sluggish mind struggled to gain footing in the sea of grogginess. His thoughts floundered, ungrounded.

“Link!”

This time the voice was as clear as day, spoken by someone very close. Something connected in his brain. A flash of recognition lit up like a lamp and his mind began to orient itself in the world. Even before he could move or open his eyes, a name was on his lips, whispered, his feeble voice barely more than an exhaled breath.

“…Zelda…?”

A noise. Like faint bubbling laughter—(or was it water flowing?)—caressed his heart and soothed his soul. Wild felt his strength and life return to him as if the blood in his veins once again began to move.

Wild opened his eyes.

Pebbles.

Pebbles filled his vision and his hands as his fingers involuntarily contracted with recovering motor control. He turned his head to the side and felt the cool roughness of the pebbly sand on his cheek. Smooth granite stretched upward in front of him and guided his eyes up to the kind and time-worn face of a goddess statue gazing down at him.

“H-Hylia?”

A faint warm hum filtered through the endless background rushing sound and touched his ear (was it even real?). Wild inhaled and moved his reluctant limbs. Why were they so stiff and cold? Why did they tingle with pain? He maneuvered his head to face the other way, toward the source of the rushing noise filling his ears.

The sideways world revealed a river, running silvery grey and filled with errant boulders of many sizes erupting from the frothy surface. Beyond that, the narrow shoreline jutted upward into a rocky cliff face sparsely covered with tufts of grass, leafy clumps, and doomed saplings. Distantly above the clifftop, a canopy of evergreen trees reached into the half-clouded afternoon sky.

A shiver traveled up his body and he moved his arms under his chest for warmth. Unseen gashes on both forearms stung with the sudden pressure against the sand. He coughed weakly and his chest spasmed with a simultaneous sharp stabbing pain as well as a heavy ache. The cramp released and he gasped an inhale. For a minute or two he panted shallowly as the shortness of breath gradually abated. His breathing settled and the pain everywhere in his body faded into background sensory static. His consciousness untethered and drifted away.

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I love this scene because it was an exercise in describing scenery. I love and am super proud of the sentence "The sideways world revealed a river, running silvery grey and filled with errant boulders of many sizes erupting from the frothy surface." That sentence makes me super happy to read and I can just imagine a shallow mountain river, grey with glacial silt, and full of boulders left behind from glaciers long since passed.

For those of you wondering, this story is one of my lower priority stories but I have been working on it now and then for many months and it is quite far along. It'll get done eventually, but I have to do some significant reworking before I'll post it (so don't expect it anytime soon, unfortunately).

[gatheryepens]

Reading beach read at the moment and whenever I think of Gus, I think of this little guy 😭😭😭