#fuck I'm sorry

[cherry-velvet-skies]

These all need their own row I can't keep them confined to one because oh my god

I think that first pic might very well be my favorite photo of George. Ever. Well, maybe at least in his older years.

For the sake of sounding rather slutty, I damn near almost had an orgasm the first time I laid eyes upon it.

But isn't that what a day like today is all about? Yes! Sluttiness!

Much like this man whose choice of pants leaves no doubt for the fact that he is absolutely PACKING 🥴🥴🥴

I'm just gonna say Happy Friday to y'all and leave it at that before I dig myself in too deep.

[strywoven]

@stellarisen has requested a story : “Say your prayers, little one.” // from tem to namyr kadai ;) ehehehe

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅.

How far from the path we’ve strayed , beloved friend.  Verily , it was once o u r path to walk ( together always , wasn’t that our promise ? wasn’t that what we swore to each other ? have you already forgotten all that we said & did ? ) … And now , AND NOW— She barely recognizes him and who he has become ( another senseless peon ) .  The man she remembers is hardly there anymore.  Kadai would not be surprised if Temenos killed him to become the Skeksis’ ready and able s e r v a n t .  They , the very same monsters who now send her once-friend to HUNT & COLLECT HER ; clever , cruel , pinning them against each other purely for the s p o r t of watching the gelfling who care for each other most do each the most h a r m in the end.

If only there was a better solution to this.  The only thing Kadai can ever think of is GRABBING HIM & BEATING THE SENSE back into him ; reasoning with the Inquisitor has long been out of the question.  His loyalty to the Skeksis is terrifying and resolute.  Kadai knows she might have already l o s t Temenos to their thrall , she knows that prolonging the inevitable is simply … Putting them both at risk.  But if there is still a c h a n c e , should she not take the risk just the same ?  Should she not seize it and CLING TO IT ?  For him , she would do a n y t h i n g .

Perhaps that is why there comes no real falter , no real resistance when Temenos pulls her close with his staff , the two gelfling standing near nose-to-nose as he utters his piece , believing – rather FOOLISHLY – he’s at l a s t caught the elusive quarry his Lords have sent him after.  Kadai grins at him ; features SPLITTING WIDE APART in a show of fangs and none of the friendliness , a slash of startling w h i t e cutting garishly across her dark-hued features.  ❝ Oh ? ❞  She asks aloud , followed shortly by her meanspirited c a c k l i n g , each note like a ringing blade ; clear , crisp , condescending.  How many times shall they play this game ?  How many times shall they have such a conversation ?  ❝ And to whom , O’Inquisitor , do I give my prayers to ?  The LORDS ? ❞  A scoff , head tossing , ears and wings flicking.  ❝ Please !  You think they would care ?  You think they would listen ?  They only humor you to manipulate you !  Such has been the case for trine upon trine ! ❞  Her voice raises , practically s h o u t i n g at him.  Not wise to antagonize him and his faith , but Kadai doesn’t much c a r e for being wise.

Although her hands are bound , she’s still f r e e in other ways.  Her sharp-tipped tail lifts and JABS HIS SIDE with a stabbing force , not enough to impale but enough to give herself some breathing room ,  ❝ I suppose I shall pray just the same , ❞ Kadai says , continuing the momentum of the conversation , ❝ I shall pray that you open your eyes and see the truth for YOURSELF ! ❞  She bounces away a few steps , light on the balls of her feet , bringing herself to the ledge of the clifface.  Watching him for a moment or two , Kadai grins again.  ❝ You know , we really must stop meeting like this , ❞ She teeters over the edge , ❝ I fear I might fall for you ! ❞  And there she goes , throwing herself into open air , down towards the frothing sea below.  It’s suicide to try flying in a s t o r m for most , but Kadai is well-known for her risky endeavors.  Her wings flare open , catching the churning , angry currents of the winds which carry her immediately aloft.  Temenos is not lucky today ; perhaps next time ( as there is assuredly going to be a next time ) .

[fallen-goldfishcracker]

Wyll is so fucking funny and no amount of acknowledgement about this could ever be enough. He's literally walking around being so casually hilarious completely under-the-radar. He calls Halsin a "thick hunk of an elf". He once accidently implied that he was fucking an ogre instead of killing it and then proceeded to absolutely stumble his way through explaining. He gets excited by Lae'zel talking about carnal pleasures. He canonically tells his pessimistic thoughts to shut the hell up. He volunteers to babysit Shadowheart's hypothetical werewolf babies as long as she gets him gloves. He tries to give Gale a hero moniker like his own. He jokes that his father, the Grand Duke of Baldur's Gate, can't spell. He calls Astarion "Mister Fangs". He makes up storybook chapter names for his own fucking adventures. As a child he got chased by the Flaming Fist for stealing fruit, nearly drowned trying to find mermaids in the harbor, and almost successfully broke into the Counting House. He reads monster erotica, and is not ashamed to tell you about it. He ranks eating pudding among life's greatest moments. He will, without shame and completely unprompted, meow at you. He is 24 years old.

[egophiliac]

bring back zooterkins, the best 17th-century swear word

I don't normally do Just Characters Swearing, but. ...this kind of wrote itself and then wouldn't leave my head. it comes from both a piece of character-writing advice that has always stuck with me, and also my conviction that Leona is 1000% funnier as a character if his dialogue has to stay G-rated. let Kalim say fuck, but don't let Leona say bastard.

(I'm sorry)

[ithinkthiswasabadidea]

my first play through and also trying to keep everyone from becoming their worst selves is going well why do you ask

[nebulousfishgills]

Listen, Otto realizing that he helped put a moron on the Iron Throne and then going through the five stages of grief before dipping is peak comedy, bro really fucked around and then found out.

[gojobait]

i like to think that this was claudia both cursing lestat and just her being a scared daughter looking to her father for comfort while in agony in a room full of people who cheered on as she burned.

on one hand i think this is her passing her own judgment on him, forcing him to face the consequences of his actions, of what he put her through. i do think she believed his version in the end (if her questioning louis and then changing her wording to "even if it is true" is anything to go by) but of course she does not forgive him. she cant. his explainations arent an excuse. none of it justifies what he did to her specifically, and both of them know it. i think its also why lestat doesnt even try to apologize to her.

and on the other hand, at this point madeleine was already dead, louis had been taken away and no one in the coven had any love or sympathy for her. lestat was all she had left, and he was the one who made her. we keep being told over and over how strong the vampire bond is in regards to louis and lestat but lestat made claudia too. he's watching his own blood die and he feels it, and she knows it, and knows that bond, that shared pain is the last shred of love she will ever feel.

[eric-the-disposable-demon]

Uh-

just found out my cousin (who lives in England) is in the art department of a bunch of shows??? And she worked oN DOCTOR WHO? AND HAD LUNCH WITH DAVID TENNANT???? and she just told me so casually because she's interested in the art, not the show? I mean, excuse me? She worked on SHERLOCK???? FOR A WHOLE SEASON?? She worked on Peaky Blinders and Lord of the Rings and Game of Thrones??? And probably other things because she has a shitty memory and according to her everything is a blur?? AND AT ONE POINT SHE WAS LIKE: "oh and have you ever heard of Neil Gaiman?" And I was trying not to scream, because yes, of course I've heard of Neil, he's only my favorite author, I've only read like all of his books multiple times, and if you say you worked on Good Omens or the Sandman I'm going to lose it completely. So I said "yeah I've read a couple of his books," -you know, like a liar- "what about him?" and she goes "well I worked on one of his shows and he's brilliant i just can't remember which one" and i go "w-what do you mean he's brilliant? You're.. you're talking about his writing... his writing is brilliant, right?" And she cheerfully says "oh no I don't read books, I ment he was really nice and brilliant when I talked to him" and i go "WHAT DID YOU TALK ABOUT WHAT DID YOU TALK ABOUT" and she thinks for a moment and goes "oh! BRICKS" WHAT IN THE WORLD YES NO THAT MAKES SENSE YOU GET TO WORK AND TALK WITH NEIL FUCKING GAIMAN AND YOU TALK ABOUT BRICKS? NO THAT'S TOTALLY NORMAL I'M NOT MAD ".... it was what I was designing at the time, I needed to know what vibe the bricks should have. Anyway want to see the spinning fireplace I made for doctor who" WHAT THE FUCK.

@neil-gaiman do you remember any brick conversations by any chance

[castielsprostate]

i hate you "influencers", i hate you tiktok, i hate you "content creators", i hate you "unalive" and "s€x" and "dr/ügs", i hate you instagram, i hate you consumerism, i hate you family friendly, i hate you puritans, i hate you facebook, i hate you family vloggers, i hate you violating other people's privacy, i hate you modern day social media

[pencilmint]

Sunset in Shinjuku

[golyadkin]

it's because i wouldn't let you kill the bounty hunter isn't it

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

I am incredibly serious right now when I beg you all, please, and if you have Twitter or Tiktok or whatever to please spread the word: click on an author's profile on Ao3.

You want to know if an author has written more? Want to know if they're still writing? Want to see more from them? Want to know if they've written a trope or kink or sex scenario you enjoy?

Click on their name. And look at their profile.

I cannot tell you how many times in the last six months someone has read a new or newer fic of mine and said they (a new reader who has read nothing else I've done) "can't wait to see what you do next!" I've written 50+ fics and over a million words already.

"I don't know if you're still writing..." click on my profile. I am. I literally wrote a 128k+ fic for that ship last month.

"Would you ever do X?" "Please do Y!" I already did. Click on my name and look at my works.

Archive of our Own is a library. It's an archive. Not social media. It is your responsibility to fight back against the laziness that corporate algorithms have trained into you.

Click my author name. Just click it. Just click it.

Before you demand more, or ask if a writer will do XYZ, or wonder if the author still writing, or anything - click on their profile. Click on the author's profile.

I'm not trying to be mean or condescending or anything like that. I'm just exhausted. It's disheartening and frustrating to repeat myself ad nauseam, because someone couldn't take thirty seconds to do the tiniest bit of work to see if I've written lately, if I've written more for their ship, or scan my works to see if I've written what they're asking for. Please. Please. I'm begging.

Click the author's name, and explore before you ask.

[thereallycoolmonsterithoughtup]

kabru and mithrun's fun succubus adventure

[lotus-pear]

top 10 moments before disaster (dazai is about to step on his toes)

[l1wolf2588]

If I had a nickel for every time a man I wasn't remotely interested in romantically began stalking me, I'd have three nickels. No punch line unless you count 3 in a lifetime plus a bout of child SA. Not a joke, though it does fucking feel like it sometimes. I just want to be left alone. Fuck.

[lxvvie]

fuck nasty!Ghost who shows you how much he misses you.

You were out running errands, leaving Simon, home from his latest deployment, to his own devices. All was going well—so you thought—until you heard the telltale ping of your phone and saw that he had texted you.

Simon probably needed you to pick something up for him on the way home. Mm. Doable. You opened the text under that innocent assumption.

And you know what they say about making assumptions.

Because right there in front of your very eyes was a picture of underwear. Your underwear. Your favorite pair of underwear. Your favorite pair of underwear you'd been searching for while you were getting dressed this morning.

They were covered in cum. Simon's cum.

You receive another text not even a second later: Miss you, sweetheart.

It was a miracle you didn't drop your phone.