#doing this instead of homework

[faolanmoon120]

Love for the WORST

[guhit]

NEEDLE GUY! :D

[h-kala-l]

Lol, back with more homework quotes, I got mad, and instead of yelling, I wrote down some exaggerated feelings until I felt sufficiently de-stressed. Here are some of my favorite bits of those:

"every single imperfection marring the beauty of (human) history"

"you have turned an ancient, passive being into a creature of raw emotion that revels in your pain"

"you have thought it wise to continue provoking the beast that knew only of murders and the horrors of man, and then was surprised when it lashed out"

"wrap around my heart like a twisted vine, poisoning me, ensnaring me until the only thing left within is bitterness and anger"

"these binding chains are made of my own illusions at competence"

"you are here, spoon feeding me lies and false promises, a poisoned treat in one hand, and a gentle knife in the other"

[onlymagpie]

I can't read the new book yet but I can draw young Geralt headcanons in the meantime :')

[lordchinnychin]

Okay so in my Computer Applications class we learned about conditional formatting in Excel, where you can change the color of a cell by inputting certain values.

We're supposed to use it to model heat gradients in metals, but I found a better application:

FROG ART

[lennjamin-o7]

[magentasnail]

spoon theory

[cheesewhimsy]

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3

[itscherryterry-again]

And I said: I do not want to be great, I want to be loved.

– Sue Zhao

[paracosmicka]

bad dream

[meguchi512]

No matter how close I get to you,

my heart is only one.

[skyeislimitless]

she was insane for this.

[ansjsla]

[star--nymph]

thinking about how as a templar, Cullen wasn't functioning as a person. He was just a cog in a machine; a rusted, chipped one that screeched when it connected with another cog, but a cog nevertheless. Templars don't have belongings, they don't have interests, they forfeit their family, if they are allowed to marry it's under strict guidelines. the lyrium isn't just there to make the powerful, it's to make them subservient, in theory it is meant to be the leash that yanks when the templars speaks for themselves or others. You want to rebel, you want to advocate for others? The leash can be pulled, taking you further and further away from a new drought of lyrium.

no one pays a templar to think. you are there for the honor and love of the Maker and you swing your sword for Him and no one else

and when he comes out of it, what does Cullen have? His suit of armor, his sword, his mantle, maybe an under shirt and a pair of breeches, and his coin

the coin that was his one act of rebellion in his seventeen year tenure

no one wonder he says to a romance inquisition 'when it started, I hadn't considered much beyond our survival' because why would he? Templars don't have futures, they have service and they either die in service or die on the street, starved of lyrium and dignity. It's an act of rebellion in and of itself for Cullen to think he has the possibility of a future with anyone or anything

maybe that's the greatest gift an inquisitor, romanced or not, can give him--a chance to leave service and for once, be a person with dreams and desires. And what does he do when he's given that? He creates a sanctuary for other templars, so they may no what it's like to be a person as well.

[blueberrybeomgyu]

― sticky .ᐟ l.cy ❁｡ﾟ･°

౨ৎ🍭 warnings ⋆.ೃ࿔ : 18+, afab reader, overstim, abrupt ending / wc: -900 / masterlist / a/n : that anton video got me messed up ☹️, will check this for typos l8er!! / divider

anton's cock is pinned against his pelvis, leaking precum as you grind your cunt against it. you refuse to take your underwear off for reasons you won't share with anton no matter how much he asks. he's sticky, covered in a pool of his own mess from already cumming two times. the texture of your underwear doesn't help his already sensitive state. he can just barely make out the outline of your cunt behind your underwear, folds parted slightly to make room for him. your nipples poking through the thin fabric of your shirt has him shuddering. he squeezes his eyes shut.

"look at me, toni," you say, patting his cheek lightly. he opens his eyes and they immediately fall down to your cunt again. there's a wet patch forming on them. he's not sure if it's from you or him, or a mixture of both, but his mouth waters. you still your hips and swipe a finger along the puddle on his stomach.

you slide down his thighs and his cock lifts a little. you spread the liquid on your fingers along his head, cooing when he leaks more precum.

"fuck-- n/n, please," he says, wincing as you rub along his slit. his hips chase your hand when you pull away.

"what are you asking for?"

he doesn't really know. he's sensitive from cumming, but he's still hard, still burning for your touch. it frustrates him, and he stumbles around incoherent words, barely stringing them together.

you shift down further, in between his legs. "you made a bit of a mess, angel," you say. you finger through the wetness on his pelvis again to prove your point. this time, you bring the finger up to your lips, licking the cum off of them. you hum at the taste, then lean over his pelvis and lick the remaining mess off of him bit by bit, shifting further down until you're facing his shaft.

"oh, toni. don't worry--i know what you need," you say with a smile.

his breath catches when you slip his cock into your mouth. the space is so warm and wet, embracing him perfectly. he stutters and winces, failing to tell you just how good he feels. he looks down at you, and you're already looking back at him.

you remain in place, hands resting on anton's hips. his fingers twitch where they're laying by his thighs, and you lift one to rest on your head. he brings the other one up as well, burying them in your hair. he raises his hips slowly, guiding your head down to meet him halfway. he grunts at the feeling, groans when you swallow around him. he holds your head in place as he slides his cock in and out of your mouth. you never break eye contact with him, but he has to blink away the haze in his eyes a few times to meet your gaze.

his pace quickens increasingly until he's snapping his hips up to meet your lips, grunting every time your skin meets his. sometimes you make a noise, for a moment you squeeze your eyes shut at the force of it. when you open them again, they're lidded, and your eyebrows are furrowed.

anton's noises pitch higher, he tries to warn you through choked-off breaths that he's close. you don't push away from him, so he takes that as permission. he thrusts a few more times, movements in rhythm with his pinched noises, until he's cumming in your mouth, shuddering through it.

his hands fall out of your hair. he feels a bit lifeless, weak from the workout. you make a show of swallowing his cum, licking up the few droplets that leaked out of your mouth. he huffs watching you, feels his body heat up all over.

"don't get all dumb on me, angel. you can give me another, right?" you say, and he's on the verge on saying no when you climb off the bed and slide your panties off. you motion for him to sit up and help him lean against the headboard before straddling him again. you pull him into a kiss and he feels you shuffle around, lining his member up with your opening. his mouth falls open, panting against your lips as you slide down around him. your walls are warm and gummy, squeezing his shaft. pain from the overstim has his eyes burning. you pull away from the kiss and he tries to blink the tears away before you see them.

"what's the matter?" you say, voice barely above a whisper. you use one hand to wipe the wetness away from his cheek. "not good?"

"it's good--" he gasps as you roll your hips against him. "just hurts."

"aw, it hurts, toni?" you say, hips still moving. his eyes fall shut again, fresh tears tumbling down his cheeks as he nods.

"that's just too bad, huh?" you say, mouth by his ear. you lift, sliding his cock halfway out of your cunt, before dropping your hips back down. anton's head falls into the crook of your neck, getting it wet the more he cries.

"hurts so bad," he says, words muffled by your skin. your movements are fluid, rhythm never faltering as you bounce on him, and he feels useless. all he can do is take it until you decide you're done with for the night.

[littletroggo]

for all my fellow glasses wearers

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