#all the problems would be fixed

[ckducky]

This is why it's okay for Peter B. Parker to bring his baby to fights

[frogchiro]

Getting dicked down by Captain MacTavish would fix me

Wouldn't it fix all of us?💔

Imagine him putting you in a headlock, that thickly corded with muscles arm wrapping around your neck with his hard, hairy chest pressed tightly against your back as he grins meanly, his stubble scratching against your sensitive jaw and cheek making you whine as John growls into your ear how much of a slut you are that you enjoy something like this, how wet and sloppy you get when a big, bad brute of a manblike him manhandles you and you let it happen because you're just a pretty dumb girl getting turned on by a man like him :((

John totally gets off on the fact that he can basically do whatever he likes to you, manhandle you and put you into any position he wants as he lets out a winning roar when he finally cums deep inside you, the swollen tip of his fat cock pulsing and throbbing as he spurts his potent load into your womb♡

[sensitiveheartless]

Another addition to the “Chuuya gets hugs” universe, this time the aftermath of the Lovecraft fight! (Initial post) (Dungeon reunion)

[dunkinbublin]

Draw..,,,,. big.,. And shadow .,.., Pelase 😇

o7 on it boss

[apollos-boyfriend]

what’s the fucking point of anything if i don’t even have wings to stretch

[void-and-virtue]

Neil as a team captain is positively delightful, because making him captain is both absolutely insane and absolutely brilliant. It capitalizes on the passive effect of having one (1) Neil Josten (god knows the world couldn’t handle if there were more of him) on the team in the most efficient way. Like. I’m 90% sure that after spending some time around him on the same team, most people will look up to him completely awestruck for how much he has impacted their lives, but that’s just not what is actually happening here. I feel like what’s going on is this:

Neil is a terribly amazing choice for team captain entirely because Neil is a meddlesome little asshole who will forcibly fix all of his teammates’ personal problems and improve their entire lives for literally no other reason than that he needs them to be able to focus on fucking ball so he can win at sports. It’s not even that he genuinely cares about people and their well-being (apart from his original foxes). He just gets pissed when things aren’t working properly because it makes Exy annoying when the lineup can’t communicate. Exy isn’t supposed to be annoying. Exy is life. He’d meddle whether he is captain or not, but by making him captain, he has so much more official executive power at his hands. It’s like people are explicitly asking for him to do his worst. So, fueled by his own competitiveness and love for the sport, off he goes.

Neil is just as bad as Kevin when it comes to his Exy obsession. The major difference between them is that Kevin is endlessly tactical and he runs Exy with a focus on a technical and physical level entirely, whereas Neil’s approach is to look beyond a lack of practice and basically psychoanalyzing people on why they are not doing 110% for Exy. Kevin says “let’s run this drill 500 times, then we will inevitably be better”. Meanwhile Neil is scheming how to coerce and bribe people into life-changing decisions and long-needed healing, entirely because he wants to optimize playing a sport. Exy is a team sport, which is why this is the most logical approach his little Exy brain comes up with rather than minding his own fucking business. He looks at the team and is like “is anyone gonna whip this into shape? No?? I’ll fucking do it then cowards” and goes and does exactly that. It’s like he’s fixing the equipment so he can play.

I don’t think anyone except for Andrew is really aware that Neil really isn’t doing this out of the innate goodness of his heart, but because his personal brand of practicality involves the most convoluted and creative kind of scheming. I feel like Neil is a lot more selfish than people give him credit for. Sure, there’s people he cares deeply and unconditionally for, but that’s really not everyone. It’s fascinating to watch, especially because it’s not like he ever hides that he doesn’t particularly care, but people kinda assume he does, because why else would he put in this much effort?

Exy. The answer is Exy.

[hungharrington]

So uh in continuation of our Steve insane thoughts™️ I really want him to lay on top of me. Just fully on top. Heavy. Hefty. Hiding all of my problems with those shoulders. Sigh

YESYESYES absolutely. first time he does it, he’s a little unsure because he doesn’t want to crush you- you’re waving him over, slumped on his bed and a bit exhausted, and ur just like patting your chest for him to come lie and he’s all ??? tilting his head like a puppy and you give a little sigh and murmur quietly, “can you… come lie on me?” and he’s like oh! “yeah honey, of course i’ll come lie with you,” wandering over to the bed but he pauses at the side of the bed when you’re like “no, no. not with me, on me.” and then he’s bursting into are you sure and won’t i crush you? and you just coax him down, like “i wouldn’t ask if i didn’t want it. i just need,” you give a big sigh, avoiding his eyes as you think bout the hard week you’ve had. “just need all things to be steve right now,” you decide on, finally meeting his eyes and steve has got a bit of an awed look of fondness on his face, a grace of a smile and then he’s climbing on and sinking on top of you and you get to hide your face into his shoulder and wrap your arms around him and hold and when he asks, “s’this good?” you can only hope he can hear all of your love in you tiny little mmhmm - but he kisses you on your head, gentle and sweet, so you think he probably does :’)

[thefrogdalorian]

Dincember Day 5: Cold

Din Djarin x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1109 Rating: General Summary: After your favourite Mandalorian's latest assignment with the New Republic means that his return to your cabin is delayed, you head to bed, thoroughly miserable. But when Din finally arrives home the reunion does not go entirely smoothly, as you find yourself needing to warm him up, with adorable consequences. Content Warnings: None! Author's note: I love it when big scary bounty hunters are secretly little spoons.

Link to read on AO3 | My Dincember Masterlist

You were accustomed to Din arriving back to your cabin on Nevarro from his various assignments with the New Republic at all times of day and night. You had come to learn, after several disappointments, not to wait up for him on the days that he said he would be back. Before, you would feel the unmistakable despondency creeping in as his arrival times grew later and later, usually caught up in some bureaucratic nonsense.

Tonight appeared to be no exception, as the time on your chronometer when Din had promised to be back came and went, with still no sign of him, nor any word from him as to how long he would be. You had tried your best to stop letting it get to you, but you could not deny the sinking feeling that you felt in your chest each and every time he wasn’t back with you at the time he had promised. The cabin felt so dark and lonely without him. You were miserable without him, you felt somehow incomplete without his presence.

With nothing else to do and no point in waiting up for him, you decided to make yourself your favourite hot tea and climb into the cot you shared with Din in order to try and get some sleep. The thought of climbing between the blankets without him was thoroughly unappealing, but the lack of contact proved that whatever he was caught up in was out of his control. He was probably somewhere out there, just as frustrated as you were. You missed him terribly, but perhaps when you woke up, Din would be where he belonged: back with you.

Sometimes, the sounds of the N-1 engines descending through the atmosphere to park outside the cabin would wake you up. But despite your unhappiness and concern for him, you had been so tired that you were in a deep sleep by the time Din finally arrived home. The N-1 parking up did not raise you from your slumber, nor did Din and Grogu as they arrived back at the cabin. The first sign that Din had returned home was the sound of the door to the room you shared together opening.

“Din?” You said sleepily, into the darkness.

“I’m home, cyare.” Din’s familiar, deep, soothing voice sounded into the Nevarrian night. You heard him beginning to carefully remove his beskar’gam, a comforting sound that told you he was closeby. “Don’t get up.”

“Glad you’re home,” You sighed happily, halfway between wakefulness and slumber. You soon fell back to sleep. 

Your eyelids fluttered open as you felt the mattress sink with Din's weight as he made himself comfortable on the cot next to you. You smiled as you felt the cotton of his soft clothes as he wrapped his strong arms around your waist. But something was wrong. Rather than the warm, steadying embrace you had grown accustomed to, your ordinarily calm, unwavering Mandalorian trembled from head to toe.

“Din, what’s the matter?” You said concernedly, now fully awake. “You’re shaking all over. Did something happen?”

“I’m ju-just so...” Din struggled to speak against the chattering of his teeth, “C-c-cold.”

“Oh, come here, love.” You said as you pushed him carefully onto his side so his back was facing you, pulling the blanket around the two of you as you did so. You wrapped your arms around his abdomen and pushed them under his shirt so your hands came to rest, palms splayed, against his firm stomach that was beginning to soften slightly with age. “Let me warm you up.”

“Th-th-thank you,” Din said, still shivering.

“Was the job somewhere cold?” You asked sympathetically. 

“Ha-had to report to ice pl-planet… Hoth.” Din explained. So that was what the delay had been, then, you surmised.

“Is Grogu alright?” You asked, concerned about what the cold would have done to a being as tiny as Din's son.

“Ye-yes…” Din nodded, “Left hi-him in the ship while… talked to Teva.”

“Okay, just rest now. Focus on getting warm.” You soothed, stroking his dark curls gently between your fingers.

You lay there for a few minutes, enjoying the feeling of Din in your arms, despite how much he was still trembling. It was a welcome change, despite the less-than-ideal conditions that had brought about a shift in your dynamic. Din always liked to gather you up in his arms protectively and hold you close and of course you enjoyed his enormous, warm presence that engulfed you whenever he held you in his arms. You had never felt a greater sense of safety or belonging in all your days than when you were in Din's arms. But every once in a while, it was nice to have a role reversal, to hold him and make him feel how much you loved him and wanted to protect him, too. The absolute love and devotion in your relationship flowed both ways and it was an honour to remind Din of that.

As you laid there and held him tightly, continuing to stroke his bare skin underneath his clothes with your palms, you felt how the tremours that had wracked his body decreased in both their frequency and ferocity. You were grateful that what you were doing had worked, that Din seemed to be warming up from the frigid air on Hoth that had frozen him to the bone.

“You feeling any better now?” You asked as you dropped a gentle kiss to the nape of his neck.

“Much better.” Din sighed happily, though you could tell from the fatigue in his voice how exhausted he was. 

“That’s what I like to hear,” You said in relief, “Why don’t you get some sleep, Din? You sound exhausted.”

“I am,” Din huffed.

“Awwww, honey.” You soothed. “You can tell me all about yours and Grogu’s latest adventures in the morning.” You said, rubbing Din’s stomach softly again. "But first, rest."

“Will do,” Din’s voice was barely above a whisper now, heavy with sleep. “Goodnight, cyare.”

“Goodnight, Din.” You whispered. “I love you.”

“Love you…” Din mumbled, voice trailing off as sleep finally embraced him. You could tell, with a smirk, from his even, shallow breaths that he had dozed off. 

You were grateful for how easily sleep seemed to have come to him. After a long, arduous job like the one he had returned from, he needed his rest. You were desperate to hear the tales from his adventures but you knew that could wait because sometimes your big, formidable bounty hunter just needed to lie there and be the little spoon, as you helped to warm him up from the cold.

[bellaxgiornata]

Yet another day passes where all my problems would have been solved if Matthew Murdock just smiled at me like this.

[jamiesfootball]

Technically the Richmond coaches had two chances to move Jamie to center and then didn’t take it: once when Zava showed up and once when they switched everyone at practice.

Both times they assumed he wouldn’t do it

At the very least we know he was willing to do it the second time (he even asked if they meant to give him the same position), but honestly? The Jamie who came to them worried about the effect of Zava on the team might’ve done it too. He is well on board with being a team player at that point, which he also demonstrated many times in season two. He probably would’ve been hurt by it, but he would’ve agreed to do it

(Then we could’ve had a whole season deconstructing how Jamie conflates scoring with winning with value in a way that really isn’t healthy but I digress)

For the record I don’t think this would have fixed anything. They probably would’ve figured out how effective Jamie is in midfield sooner, but they still would’ve had Zava, and after Zava there would’ve been the tension of whether to keep Jamie where he was or have him step back up to striker, especially since they weren’t doing total football yet. In a lot of ways, having Jamie step up and volunteer for it later really sidesteps a lot of drama

I’m more so lamenting the fact that with Jamie, when it came to ‘be curious not judgmental, they chose to remain judgmental of his past behavior instead of curious about his new ones.

[lillysdreaminnn]

Cuddles with Hotch. Just think about it. Nothing sexual or dirty. Just holding each other after a hard day at work or a tough case that you both- or he - worked on.

Just laying on the couch, on top of Aaron, your head on his chest, in one of his old shirts, his hands running through your hair.

A TV show playing as background noise, your eyes half closed and him just looking down at you thinking how in the world he got so lucky as to have you.

"You're so beautiful."

"my pretty girl."

"you tired, sweetheart?"

Questions and soft, sweet nothings whispered in your ear as you lazily nod, making him laugh.

And once he realised that you had actually fallen asleep, he'd take you to his bed, ready to tuck you in and go to the couch like the RESPECTFUL HOTTIE HE IS.

anyway.

And you'd reach out, ask him to stay. And he gladly would.

He'd crawl into bed behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist and holding onto you while you peacefully drifted off to sleep.

"I love you, my girl."

And boom, you were both sound asleep in each others arms.

I'm feral for him goodnight

[wackpedion]

guys i figured out the plot to raincode

bonus doodle ft. charlie radiohead

[ghcstcd]

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[koushuwu]

you know what would fix me? riding choso’s virgin cock.

[y-rhywbeth2]

I love the dramatic irony when talking to everyone after the Elminster reveal.

One of the two most sensible and self-aware people in the party right now is Astarion - that's where we are right now! Because when he points out that sacrificing yourself is a waste of life and a rather severe demand to make he wouldn't actually do that. He's got the opposite problem. Lae'zel and Shadowheart make the same points, but they'd be willing to tear themselves apart for Vlaakith/Shar (because obliviously that's different).

Wyll says you should have faith in yourself and not destroy yourself for the love and forgiveness of a demanding authority figure. Sir, we need to talk about your asshole of a father and certain infernal pacts.

My Durge is just over here taking notes on how one can apologise to their god and save their friends in one easy step!

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

if you do kill wally its gonna ruin me.

the poor man has lived and survived and suffered for so long. desperate to save his friends.

and it just gets cut from under him.

especially if he doesnt die alone.

... *nervously kicks plot document under the rug*