#but god that crowning scene...

[ofswordsandpens]

and would it be an over-exaggeration for me to say that the crowning scene in Miss Congeniality (2000) is the funniest 2 minutes in cinema history

[prim-moth]

“How did it lose its tail, Mirarî?”

“I tore it off.”

[icharchivist]

saw a tweet earlier today about how a certain mobage i won’t name has the “best localization on the market especially when it comes to slangs” and man how quickly we forget our roots. The actual only best localization we ever had.

.............. i miss a3, feeling like shit just give me the english server back :(

[ilovereadingandstuff]

SO, I SAW THIS PICTURE RIGHT HERE ON PINTEREST...

And I thought, at first, that it was just a fanart, right??

just a fanart, a really nice one.

And, i mean, why would the novel include such a situation of Xie Lian in heat to say the least, completely overwhelmed by lust and mortal desires, accompanied for Hong-er (who i finally know it's hua cheng's younger self)...right??

Like, that kind of situation only occurs in fanfics, right?? right?!?!

so...I WAS WRONG!!

This picture is FUCKING CANON!!!

I CAN'T STILL FUCKING BELEIVE IT!!!

I can just say that...I'm falling in love with mxtx novels. That's it.

Because...IT WAS SO CONVENIENT, MAN!! BUT ALSO SO WELL DONE!!

Mister laughstocking of the three realms here was drugged in the middle of the forest by flowers with an aphrodisiac effect (basically).

And yeah!!, HE STARTED TO FEEL SO HOT INSIDE THE CAVE, Y'KNOW??

IT WAS A LITTLE TO HOT IN THERE, am i right??

So he started to stripped down, sweating like crazy, moaning, winning all the way...

and then... HE NEEDED HELP!! He was trying to keep up with the 'purity of mind' bullsh*t and was mostly going insane for bloodlust...

SO, GUESS WHO WAS ALSO THERE?!?!

Not Feng Xin, not Mu Qing nor Wind Master...

NON OTHER THAN MISTER SATAN ITSELF, HUA CHENG!!!

I mean...when he was a kid. his younger self.

He was just thirteen back then.

So yeah!! I loved it wasn't weird the narration, to be honest. Nothing weird nor cringe happened between them even thought xl was...impotent at the moment...

because, yeah, a 20 yo guy messing up in that way with a kid 7 years younger...would have been quite weird to read, honestly.

But it wasn't!! It didn't end the way i was preparing myself to be.

And, well, for the context, it made sense all of it, obviously.

I was actually surprised.

As a obsesive reader myself, i'm used to see this kind of specific situation only at fanfiction most of times. and when they happen in canon...i've find myself reading really uncomfortable scenes which a later regret to read, y'know?

So, I was truly taken aback when I realized where all the 'yao flowers' were about, and when xl entered inside the cave with Hong-er and started going insane for the heat, lust and all...

not gonna lie, i was excited. but nervious, at the same time.

I knew that this situation could become weird at any moment with the wrong line or wrong description...but I was soooo relieved that it wasn't that way!!

I'm truly happy for that. and even when Hong-er touched him!!! even that scene didn't feel cringe nor inappropiate.

you get what i mean??

I just wanted to share my reaction with this chapter and also wanted to point out that, yeah, the novels are good. like, reallyy good.

I don't regret discovering this new fandom and show, not a bit. and yeah...i'll continue reading. I'm heading towards book 4 now, hehe.

[ace-with--a-mace]

mr neils father pls compliment your son tell him he was amazing pls he was so good

[daylightisviolent]

just played a kids on brooms valentine's oneshot and,, holy fucking crap i am still weeping

what it all comes down to: local aroace himbo jock becomes the quiet protector of love at his local valentine's festival even though he did not want to at the first place, because he felt really uncomfortable by the pretence of being known as a 'heart thief' while desperately trying to ignore the girls who were falling head over heels for him and he did not know how to deal with, the protector of something that he does not experience in the ways that his peers experience it, and fucking OFFERS up his own heart if it means that this weird fucking void creature stops trying to literally steal people's hearts and leaving their chests like empty cavities, and when that doesn't work, fucking plunges his OWN fist inside of the entities' chest to get them back, crowning himself the heart thief of the festival

[jonathanrook]

i know this isn't a new take but if we could have duplicate names on goatlings i'd literally spend so much irl money on that site it's not even funny ;-; there's an extent to which i do enjoy names being unique bc i have a few pretty good ones and i love being a member of the goat bourgeoisie, but i also would spend real money on dd for adoption tickets if i could fill my profile w silly fandom reference goats

[phatburd]

🔥 🔥 🔥

[glaivegirl]

fuck everyone who hates on the star wars prequels, is it not enough for you to have the man who created the greatest space opera movie of its era prove to you that it was just a fluke and that his soft-magic system is actually as simple as it sounded. just let him run around and have a gaggle of dumb actors look pretty while i just stared in awe at how the lighting looked for most of the movie

also the first movie i ever cried during that i can remember was when i couldnt hold it back anymore during the climactic fight of revenge of the sith

[mariocki]

King: [suddenly] If we've nothing more to say to each other, we might as well go and get warm!

Becket: We have everything to say to each other, my prince. The opportunity may not occur again.

King: Make haste, then. Or there'll be two frozen statues on this plain, making their peace in a frozen eternity! I am your King, Becket! And so long as we are on this earth you owe me the first move! I'm prepared to forget a lot of things but not the fact that I am King. You yourself taught me that.

Becket: [gravely] Never forget it, my prince. Even against God. You have a different task to do. You have to steer the ship.

King: And you - what do you have to do?

Becket: Resist you with all my might, when you steer against the wind.

-

Jean Anouilh, Becket (tr. Lucienne Hill, 1960)

[miakwat]

God how did I never notice the foreshadowing in the Them’s introduction

Theyre playing with variations of the items given to the horse people of the apocalypse I’m crying

[alectothinker]

EP 4 OF A CROWN OF CANDY I FEEL INSANE.........

[spushii]

coronabeth tridentarius is becoming a massive sleeper hit of a character for me. thinking about her

[whillowed]

another day, another moment of unrelenting anger that violet chachki won rupaul’s drag race season 7 and not ginger minj

[a-story-teller]

Had another dream story idea and it's BAD out here y'all. My subconscious said "you don't go for sad old white men yaoi? Well here's one and you have to care about it so much. Good luck"

[knightcallie]

Baldur's Bounties: Star Cheeks

Oh Weichei's freckles... Always a hot topic huh. I give him a kiss on da cheeks, mwah❣️

Bioluminescence was common down in the Underdark, be it in the fauna or the people. Weichei supposed it wasn’t common around Faerûn, or it was, but they didn’t look in the right places. His bioluminescence was shown through his freckles, but it was hardly noticeable in the day and even in the night. At least, until he starts to laugh or was experiencing an emotion that gets his cheeks hot. They seemed to glow brighter when it happens, and Temerity had loved to pepper them in kisses, because “gods you’re too fucking cute,” he’d say between kisses.

He’s not sure what had him laughing so hard, but his cheeks hurt and he’s heavily leaning against the log. His freckles were bright, apparent as the stars against the night sky. There was a sound of awe as his laughter died down. Karlach was close now, eyes sparkling as she carefully ran a finger across his cheek.

“Woah… So that’s why that bloke calls ya starcheeks!” she exclaimed.

Huffing the last of his laugh, he said, “Einar never lies. Should hear what he called the others.”

“I’d say though,” Dame Aylin piped, “Has the Moon Mother blessed you? Has she cried tears of joy upon your face when you were born?”

If he had a nickel for every time someone asked if he was star-blessed in a way, he’d have two nickels. 

Syretia Davina, a star elf-genasi, had queried if he was a child of Helian and Cereus at some point. She had caressed his cheek after having a glass of wine (they were having an intellectual discussion of sorts that he couldn’t recall), their cheeks flushed and warm. It was a tentative romance his husbands had encouraged, but it ended in a mutual break.

“I would dare not make you wait for me, for the time in the stars is different from the time down here. I have cherished my time with you starlight, more than you know. I will still continue to love you, but alas, we cannot be.” 

He remembered how he still cried despite it all, understanding and grieving. His freckles had dulled during those weeks, months? He had unexpectedly fallen hard for the star elf-genasi over the years. Her brilliant mind was what drew him in, having someone who can match his was absolutely exhilarating. Beau would easily point out how excitedly happy he was when he came home, Temerity sliding in to tease if he met someone special. 

He and Syretia still talk from time to time, sometimes the latter visited. He has once been in space for the spelljamming academy, but ultimately decided it wasn’t for him. After dying frozen in a simulation and saving the school from an incoming flaming rochetto and getting somehow charmed by a mindflayer, he decided to call the end of that journey. Syretia had recommended him, but didn’t see her within those months. So, mirror talks and visitations from Syretia from time to time only.

Now, he does flush at the idea of a god tearing up in joy when he was born. He never really thought of himself as something special, just a little drow making cannons. His partners and friends had assured him he was, but he just didn’t want to get too big of an ego about it. Stay humbled, because he’s so sure he’d get bit in the ass for it. He just doesn’t think he was a big deal, that’s all. He pressed a palm against a cheek, trying to hide a bit.

“Nie, nothing like that,” he replied, typically dark purple skin brightening to some dark magenta. His freckles twinkled at such an implication. “Bioluminescence is common down in the Underdark, and from time to time, the races down there get it.” He’s seen partial star maps on some. “Be it like this in some form.” He held up his free hand, the back of it dotted with stars. “Or tattoos.” He’s seen beautiful pieces, he’s contemplating on getting one done.

Maybe this was why some of the companions started trying to get him to laugh, giggle. Astarion was getting a bit more silly and over the top, and it all was just so funny to him. His lips always broke into a smile, freckles glowing.

Maybe this was why Wyll started to wax poetry about being the night sky personified. His cheeks burned and his freckles did so brightly, already shyly hiding one way or another. Wyll was tickled with his squeaking, trying to coax him from hiding so he could pepper those cheeks in kisses.

Maybe this was why Gale had temporarily weaved a crown of stars to set upon his head. A declaration of adoration as the wizard kissed his knuckles, willing to serve under the prince of stars.