#goddamnit this ones so hard!

[omniblades-and-stars]

6 characters: Avitus, Garrus, Pallin, Castis, Vetra and Adrien Victus plsplspls?

Fuck, shit, damn. Okay. I can do this. Mean to me because I like all of these guys actually!

Push off a cliff: Pallin. Look, I actually have a lot of respect for the guy. He wants things done right, and he had to deal with Garrus "Loose Cannon Cop" Vakarian. The only reason I'm choosing him for this is because he's already super doomed by the canon. (Sidebar: we do not talk about his death enough around these parts. This is me begging anyone who hasn't read the comics to read them. I can get them for you if you haven't.)

Kiss: Adrien Victus get over here I wanna smooch!

Marry: Easy peasy. Vetra is my soul mate. I'm in love with her damn it!

Set on fire: I love Avitus, but he does seem pretty set-on-fireable.

Wrap a blanket around: I think Papa Vakarian could use a good swaddling.

Be roommates with: Garrus. Look the choice between smoochables was tough. But I just do not think Castis or Adrien would be able to stand living with me. I think I could manage a working living situation with Garrus.

[gayofthefae]

Going through all these scenes and noticing how frequently Mike does something and we don't see his expected emotional reaction to the event until after everyone else's. And the implication there that he's reacting to their reactions.

There was no reason for him to get two reaction shots to the same first kiss in 1x08. The second, when he smiles, would have to be a reaction shot to her smiling.

It was extremely sudden and required unnecessary cutting together to cut away from Mike saying "I love her" SO immediately as they did with ZERO time to show any surprise on his face. We don't see his reaction until we've covered everyone else in the room first.

You know what they say. The tell tale sign of a liar is they're constantly checking to make sure you believe them. Mike is constantly shown in shot order to react to other's reactions. Take their cues on how to behave around the situation. He is consistently seen with a smile fading after the other person looks away.

From the beginning, he has CONSTANTLY been taking the cues of those around him to act off of, constantly trying to convince them of *something*. Hmm...

(that's the thing about immersion in biased POVs. He successfully convinced you for a while, didn't he? I'm glad. He worked really hard at it.)

[dogzoro]

[arson-09]

One of my friends wrote Tamsand poetry from Rhysands PoV (alt text is available)

<3 @pluto-223

[nraqi]

im actually still so pissed we never got a good varian & anduin reunion in shadowlands. what, his ghost appears briefly to pep talk mind controlled!anduin and then?? nothing?? fuck youuuu

[volivolition]

[guy with chronic pain voice] i should draw pain threshold

[quietwingsinthesky]

i think im saying that moffat was not the greatest showrunner at the beginning of his turn with doctor who, but like. he did get better at it. i do have to commend that. i still don’t forgive him for his Crimes but i will give him his due credit.

[ujuro]

Every time mass kpop discourse happens like about singing or whatever it dawns on me that so many people listen to and keep up with music and an industry that they fucking hate 😭

[blackrosesmatron]

"I am everywhere; I am everyone!"

For most people Leblanc adopts different personas for practicality and safety.

She doesn't always rely on her delicate features and seductive appearance. Sometimes, a more masculine look with strong muscles can be more effective. The personalities, accents and mannerisms also change for each one of them.

These personas aren't stolen; she designed them herself to use when needed. These personas can be of women or men, of various ages, but she draws the line on impersonating minors.

These alternative identities also help her avoid being recognized. She refrains from using the same persona in different places and with different groups of people. She never reveals her real name, instead using a false alias, 'LeBlanc,' or variations of it.

On occasion, she does use the likenesses of real individuals, whether they are living or deceased, based on the missions requirements. However, this is typically for specific and short-term situations. She is not above assuming someone else's identity despite the high risk of being caught.

Yes, despite everything, LeBlanc does have a real face, and she hasn't forgotten it, even though she hasn't shown it in a long time. In fact, only a few of her longtime allies occasionally see her true appearance.

Then why does she show her true face to a select few? First, those individuals have seen it before, so there's no need to conceal it. Second, it helps her stay connected to her true self. Managing so many different personas can be disorienting. Her true face and chosen name act as a grounding reminders of who she really is.

[thesmollestsnek]

Huh. I just realized that my hair is even longer than I think it is. Which is fuckin impressive, coming from me, considering. I normally think of my hair as waist length. But uhh, I showered just now and apparently it’s actually down to my hips? Which is fuckin wild, like damn. I know I literally never get haircuts but I somehow wasn’t expecting this, normally it’s in a braid and even when it’s down it’s wavy enough that I didn’t realize. There’s not like, an actual point to this ramble, just. I happened to look in a mirror right after showering and was surprised at how long it actually is, I didn’t think my hair could actually get this long, it’s never gotten more than like an inch below my waist before. I guess the most recent addition to my hair care routine’s been having even bigger effect than j thought.

[homosexualmorelikehomiesexual]

fucj fuck fuckety fuck

[howcanisaveafallenangel]

i dont even think its that i dont love my partner i think its more like. i have to push away any strong emotions in order to survive. in my house. otherwise i would be having a breakdown every goddamn night. and i have work in the mornings so i cant have that.

[azstral-wanderers]

Might or might not have formed attachments to the entirety of the kotor 1 main crew

[smoopy]

trying to make plans with a group of people in their 20’s is like I Am Once Again Sending A List Of Simple Demands (I AM LOSING MY MIND SLOWLY BUT SURELY WILL YOU ALL PLEASE REPLY) (I AM LOSING MY MIND SLOWLY BUT SURELY WILL YOU ALL PLEASE ANSWER ALL QUESTIONS) (I AM LOSING MY MIND SLOWLY BUT SURELY)

[interstellarbookofflowers]

no happy points today (had a pretty terrible day, ill just scream into the void)

cuz listen - why is it so fucking hard not to run at the slightest semblance of something NICE

[rbfclassy]

MY PRETTY (EX) WIFE! — GOJO SATORU

SYNOPSIS...your ex husband gojo gets word of your date with some other guy and goes out of his way to pay you a visit while you’re getting ready

INFO...ex husband!gojo x fem!reader, you and gojo have a kid, possessiveness, jealously, groping, grinding, pet names (pretty wife, baby), fucking you from behind over the sink, hair pulling, love-bomb, talks of giving you another kid, breeding, not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

Your ex husband Gojo is an absolute menace when it comes to your dating life. Somehow he ends figuring out that you’re talking to/seeing some guy. How’d he find out? Probably paid suguru to spy on you to be honest. But besides all that, he will go out of his way to ruin your dating life and it absolutely pisses you off. He’d show up to your house thirty minutes before your date, using the spare key that he still (somehow) had to make his way in. No surprise that you were absolutely startled to see him appear in the mirror behind you as you were applying your mascara. His eyes scan over you, from the top of your head to the tips of your toes, you’re all dolled up over some mediocre man that could never be him. Your nails and toes are painted the same color, your hair is freshly done, and the dress you were wearing was one of Gojo’s favorites.

“What are you doing here?” You huff, closing your mascara and placing it back in your bag.

“Came to visit, had some free time.” He leaned against the door frame.

“Free time?” You turn towards him. “You were supposed to watch our daughter, Gojo.” You turn back around, searching in your bag for your lip liner.

“Don’t worry! She’s with aunt Shoko.” He smiles. “Plus, I heard you had a little date tonight. Wanted to see what all the fuss was about.”

You exhale in annoyance, knowing that you’ll never be able to live a peaceful life if your one and only ex husband is breathing down your neck and figuring out everything about you, watching your every move. “Yeah, so? Aren’t I allowed to have a little free time of my own?”

“Of course you are, sweetheart. As the mother of my kid, you’re allowed whatever you want. Don’t worry too much, I have a date of my own, so I won’t be in your hair too much longer.” He was lying straight through his teeth, watching your face in the mirror intently to see if he could catch a glimpse of any jealousy.

“Congrats,” you simply responded, grabbing your lipstick.

“I will say though, you look absolutely beautiful in that dress.” Gojo walked up behind you, examining the curve of your back as you leaned over the counter. “It’s my favorite.” His large palm ran up the curve, slowly, before gliding back down to the roundness of your ass.

“Gojo.” You pull his hand away, shaking your head with the roll of your eyes. “You’re not ruining this for me.” The tone of your voice came off as a warning. Yet, Gojo continued to run his hands all over your body, holding onto your waist as he pressed himself against you.

“Afraid that you’re gonna give in? There’s no shame in fucking your ex husband,” he whispered, rubbing his bulge against your ass. He pulled you back against him, a small groan leaving his lips.

You threw your lipstick back in your bag, eyes shutting as you tried to resist the temptation that was Gojo. It was so, so hard. The expensive cologne he wore filled your lungs, his sultry voice in your ear, the softness of his hands as they held onto you. Goddamnit, why does he always make you feel like this? You swore up and down that you wouldn’t fall for his tricks again and here you are, rubbing your ass on him. You look back over your shoulder, taking in his broad shoulders and tall build, the black compression shirt he was wearing defined his muscles so well. His hair so effortlessly falling along the sides of his face. What were you doing? What were you thinking? “Be quick.”

“Atta girl, that’s all you had to say.” Within seconds, he’s bunching your dress up around your hips, pulling your panties down as they fall around your ankles. Your heart skips a beat when you feel his bulbous tip tease your entrance, running it up and down your slit. You grip onto the bathroom counter as you feel him push inside of you, the stretch so deliciously intoxicating, your jaw slack. “Fuck, baby, you’re still so tight,” he lets out a mix between a groan and chuckle, hand coming down to grip onto your hips as he thrusts into you.

His thrusts are deep and fast, a sign that he’s been waiting to be inside of you, waiting to fuck you since the last time. He presses down on your lower back, pushing you down more as he angles his cock just right so he could hit your sweet spot. “F-fuck!” You gasp. “Yes! Right there!” Gojo knew you like the back of his hand, knew every one of your weaknesses and strengths, and most of all how to please you. After being your husband, it’d be a shame for him not to know how to make his pretty wife cum, right? He knows what makes you purr, he knows how to get your eyes rolling back.

“Shit, this pussy is so wet—fuck!” He grabs your leg, propping it up on the bathroom counter, wanting to be able to reach deeper, his tip kissing your cervix with each thrust. Gojo watches you through the mirror, taking delight in the expression on your face. Your brows were furrowed in pleasure, eyes glazed over as you tried to hold back your moans, yet you were failing. His cock dragged along your velvety walls, your brain turning into mush as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

“Satoru!” You moaned, his name rolling off of your tongue so smoothly. His fingertips dug into your skin, gripping tightly as he felt you clench around him, sucking him back in every time he threatened to pull away. It was like your pussy was made for him.

“My pretty fucking wife,” he huskily whispered in your ear as he pressed his chest up against your back. His hand gripped a fistful of your hair, turning your head towards him before placing his lips on yours. He swallowed your moans as your tongues sloppily moved against each other, lips moving in sync with his. He pulled away, staring down at you with such a primal look in his eyes, one that sent shivers through your entire body. You didn’t take your eyes off of him, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you basked in the feeling of pleasure. “You’re all mine. Fucking mine. Everything.”

“‘Toru,” you whined, eyes fluttering shut, “I’m close! Mmm, fuck, please don’t stop! Please, please keep fucking me!” You begged. His hips slammed against yours, lewd squelches from your pussy mixed with you and gojos moans was like something out of a porno. Each thrust had your eyes rolling back, the pleasure starting to overwhelm you as another orgasm was forced on the edge. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” You screamed, body shaking against his hold as your orgasm overtook your entire self.

“That’s it, baby, cum for me. Cum around this dick. No one can fuck you like this, no one but me. Pussy was made for me.” His lips were pressed up against your ear, darting his tongue out to lick your skin. He continued his ministrations, movements becoming sloppy as he chased his own orgasm, the sheer feeling of you squeezing around him sent his brain into overdrive. “Look at me.” He gripped your chin. “You love me?” He asked, soaking up the look of your watery eyes. “Gonna have my baby again, huh? Make you a mommy.” You could hear the smirk in his voice as he pounds into you.

“Yes, yes, I love you.” You nod, staring up at him with doe eyes, tears pricking the corners. “I love you.” The words are barely above a whisper.

“Fuckkk.” Those three words were all Gojo wanted to hear from you, the sound of your voice brining him closer and closer to his orgasm. “I love you too, baby.” The feverish kiss he lands on your lips sends you into a spiral, his hips moving sporadically, making your legs shake.

“Cum in me, please. I want it.” You’re breathing heavily, the consequences of your words no longer existing to you as you relish in the moment.

“Shiiit!” Gojo thrusts deeply into your once more, holding himself there as thick ropes of his cum coat your walls. “Ohhh, mmmm, fuck me!” He lets out a shaky breath, cum still spurting from the head of his cock. You whimper at the feeling of him filling you up, slowly removing himself from you. He chuckled as he watches his cum ooze out of you, dripping down to your clit before he pushes it back in with his thumb. “Goddamn, baby.” He lands a smack on your ass, squeezing it as he looks at you, hair clinging to his sweaty forehead. His eyes avert to your phone, seeing that it was ringing, a name he’s never heard of displayed on the screen. “Uh oh.” He picks up your phone, seeing all the missed calls from what he assumes is your date. “Sorry, sweetheart.”

“What?” You completely blanked out, forgetting about the date you had. “Fuck.” You groan in annoyance, snatching your phone from him. “I forgot. What do I say?” You look towards Gojo for help.

“Who gives a shit. You’re with me now.” He snatches the phone back, placing it on the counter. “Let’s get in the shower, c’mon.” He pecks your lips.

“You’re so annoying,” you playfully replied, rolling your eyes with a scoff.

repost from my old account