So listen…I have to ask you this: what is the general consensus about Charlie’s dick? Like in terms of size 🤔 He called himself “12 inch cock Billy”, do you think he was for real?
Also, the fact that I am asking you this absolutely shameless question should tell you all you need to know about how awesome I find you and your writing 😂🥹💖💖💖
Hiiiii so firstly, I love this ask SO MUCH and I love that you asked it of me, and your kind words about me and my writing mean a ton to me 🥹💖
As to your monumentally important question…
lolol in seriousness, I’m not sure if I can really answer as to what is the general consensus, BUT I can definitely answer as to my personal thoughts. Because I’ve thought about it A LOT. 😵💫💭
As you noted Charlie did indeed once call himself 12-inch cock Billy… yet my sense is that he was probably just being playful and silly? 🙃
And honestly, no one could ever blame him for flaunting his serious big dick energy with a bit of hilarious big dick hyperbole 😛
Although the thought of 12 inches is delicious, exaggeration aside I think the most plausible hypothesis is 8 inches, and my evidence is this:
I mean whyyy would he casually mention that number if that’s not the actual size of it right?! 🤔 It’s a question worth pondering all day and night… and I’d give anything for the chance to do some firsthand fucking research in his pants, all in the name of science, ughhh Sir must know that we Hunnam hoes are curious as fuck!!! 👀
Thank you for cumming coming to my ted talk on the world’s most sacred cock. 🙏🍆✨
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The really unfortunate thing about House, MD is that even with how fucking unhinged it is it's genuinely a very good show. Sometimes the writing is dated, but it's dated in a way that holds up. The amount of malpractice and crimes and HIPAA violations that go on pretty much continuously is laughable, but in a way it's also believable that the hospital never gets sued because House successfully diagnoses and treats conditions that would have otherwise caused his patients to die if they had been at any other hospital, since, in my experience, very few other doctors do B&Es as a regular part of their practice. House never gets fired because he has tenure and also he seems to be his boss's only friend other than Wilson. (Because as much as people say Wilson is House's best and only friend. We never see Cuddy have any other people in her personal life either.) .
Characters are rife with various -isms and casually participate in -phobias that seem natural and true to the time period and the type of person they are. But also they explicitly say the word bisexual in like every episode Thirteen is in. That would be considered a coup today. There are multiple main characters who are explicitly Jewish and all have different relationships with Judaism. The sense of place in that this hospital couldn't exist anywhere than Central Jersey (which yes, does exist) is incredible.
It's often stupid in a very fun and engaging way, and better yet, they're willing to break form to achieve maximum impact. The two episodes that end with Amber's death were actually phenomenal episodes of television. The reasons behind Kutner's death/suicide remaining unresolved felt poignant instead of lazy, especially since this is a show primarily about getting answers (also lol the meta reason for Kal Penn leaving because he was suddenly summoned to work in Obama's White House is hilarious, and I think they truly did the best they could with writing him off all of a sudden, and I'm not even mad with his permadeath since it would have been ~4 years until Penn could have returned, and by that time the show was done). The two episodes with him landing in a psych ward that have NO medical mysteries and end with him actually seeming to resolve to get better were genuinely uplifting.
Just! Hm! Much to think about. No wonder this show was so fucking popular, and no wonder that it's had such a resurgence the moment it landed on Netflix. Also I know they're hell to shoot but bring back the 22 45-minute episode TV season. I'm begging.
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i always love when cub is doing a story bit because so often it’s the world’s most concerning thing while also, simultaneously, being treated as the most casual thing in the world. he’s just like. oh yeah hey there. so i was taken by the fog and told to spread sculk and souls everywhere. yeah exactly it is a bold new direction. yeah this corruption stuff is pretty neat right. well nice to see you, all hail the sculk, etc etc. bye,
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This week has been amazing. Twas spring break with the boys (the American football team) in Spain this year. I love every single one of these guys so much, I love being able to be myself and being seen as one of the guys and being called man and bro and lad and not being treated any differently. I had such a great time, it was so much fun and, like last year, I got to know some of the guys a lot better, to an extent I wouldn’t have otherwise. And got closer to my already good friends.
And it turns out this is my spring break tradition. Because it’s been two for two so far. I got my dick out at a club again. For a cheerleader again. And there are photos, again.
Oh oh oh and this has got to be my favorite thing all week, and that’s the fact that I passed more than not. Confidently using the men’s bathroom, strangers referring to me as a guy before anyone even mentioned my pronouns to them, my friends are always great and they don’t treat me any differently to any of the cis guys on the team but this was the first time I got this from people I don’t know too. A couple of the rugby guys I think from another uni saw the dick at the club because one of them was asked to take the photo. And his friend was so drunk and he just stared at it for a long couple of seconds. Then turned to his friend as realization finally hit him and just went “dude this guy has a fake cock.” It’s one of the funniest things that happened this week.
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Honestly it would be hilarious if Clark and Bruce started dating and Clark was unaware that Bruce was batman or knew his identity.
At some point Bruce kisses him as superman after a rescue and Clark is emotionally going through it coz his boyfriend kissed another guy. Even if that guy is technically him he's still mad and jealous of himself somehow coz even superman can't compete with Superman. He's not even sure whether or not to confronted Bruce about his affair since it keeps happening.
While he's trying to figure all this out Batman,of all people, kisses him. And he does it so casually. Sure, Clark had a crush on him for a while but he's over it now and he's in a committed relationship that he thought batman knew about. Now he's extra scared of confronting Bruce because he doesn't want it to look like he's just starting a fight so he can be with batman. And he's still hoping there's a way to work through this and for them to be together. He's being haunted by his moral code to just talk about this and get it over with but he's still afraid of losing Bruce and living in the shadow of the idolized version of himself again.
*Meanwhile in the batcave*
La la la Bruce, twirling around liking a fairy princess living his best life: my boyfriend's the best and every thing is perfect. Maybe world peace is real. Is this what happiness feels like?
The bat kids have tried giving him several rabies shots and an exorcism.
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Just read your arranged marriage kidnapped by a most post and the humor in the servants always thinking reader is in peril. The same going for monster hubby (He just thinks they're submissive and breedable)
Like none of them realize they are a moster fucker cause they hide it so well. Like just imagining reader be like "oh be gentle with me I'm a dainty maiden" and then giving him the night of his life is hilarious. Or them having dinner and the servants feel bad for them cause monster hubby is eating human meat but their just thinking about other things he can use his tongue on.
Or maybe someone comes to rescue them from the terrible monster finally. But they don't wanna leave and instead fight the knight off. The knight thinks they've been brainwashed or something. Meanwhile the servants think the knight just wasn't good enough to rescue them.
Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance, NSFW!
[Part 1] | [More Monsters]
The servants are not blind by any means: they can tell, quite plainly, that their monstrous Lord has a soft spot for you. Not only that, but the beast nearly worships you! They've come up with many theories, the latest one involving witchcraft. Surely you must have some sort of magical trickery under your sleeve in order to subdue their Master. There's no other way around it. All previous humans have been devoured, or have died in a pitiful attempt to escape, terrified to the bone upon gazing at his blasphemous Majesty.
You can't blame them. It's probably better for everyone involved if you omit the fact that your source of witchcraft lies in your...genitals. Well, not just that, of course. Your husband had started to lose hope. His appreciation of humans never came to fruition before your arrival. He was expecting you to cower in fear, not throw yourself at him.
He wondered if you wanted something from him in return, but no one could possibly pretend so flawlessly: the way you clung to him unprompted. The way you hungrily took him in, tears welling in your eyes, refusing to let go until you could feel his load avalanching down your throat. The way you'd trap his hips with your legs, despite being weak and feverish, asking that he doesn't stop yet. If that wasn't proof enough, your whines and moans were loud and clear. To think he could have his own little human, one who isn't repulsed by his monstrous form. He would've been content with mere tolerance, yet someone who begged to be fucked by him? He's been delirious ever since.
He loves everything about you, naturally, but he can't deny the shameless addiction he's now developed towards your body. He'd pound you anywhere and anytime if he could. If he needs to leave for official matters, know that the return will burn in the back of his mind.
"An important date, Sir?" one traveling servant will ask, glancing at all the scribbles in the calendar.
"Indeed", he answers solemnly. It's the times when he can finally fuck you dumb.
While the servants worry about their devilish Master being put under leash, for the other fellow humans the opposite seems to be true. You recall your last "rescuing" attempt distinctly. During one of your evening walks, burly, foreign arms swept you off in an instant. Before you knew it, you were holding onto the armored shoulders of an unknown man, as he made his way out of the traditional garden.
"I'll get you out of here", he promised between heaving breaths.
You stared in confusion. What was he saving you from? A good dicking? No matter how much you explained that you do actually like your newly appointed husband, the hero wouldn't budge.
You ended up just walking back home when the man fell asleep.
"That was quite the long walk", your monster partner remarked, polishing his weapons.
"Oh no, I was kidnapped", you state casually. "Got us some fruits on the way back."
Would it have been better to lie about it? On one hand, you do feel terrible for whoever attempted to retrieve you from the claws of the tyrant. Your husband is very possessive, and you know he'll scorch the Earth until that treacherous pest is gutted and fed to the pigs.
On the other hand...he becomes particularly savage after such incidents. You won't be able to sit properly for the next few weeks, but it's worth it.
Tough luck, you tell yourself, lounging in bed with a satisfied smirk and torn apart hole.
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