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[bellarke-is-my-death-wave]

Shout out to Lord Debling

You may not have been the one for Penelope, but you were brave enough to stand up and say “that Bridgerton fellow seems mad hot for you, you should look into that”.

[soldrawss]

Single dad Darius AU is something that can actually be so personal guys

Featuring local 23yo law student who finds an abandoned baby and decides to raise it as his own (cue cool young bachelor to being an absolutely smitten dad speed run)

[thebookdragonshoard]

The Folk of The Air spoilers ⚠️⚠️

Jude: why would Cardan risk war to save me from the Undersea? why would Vivienne trust Cardan to come save me from Maddoc’s camp? Why would Locke try to puzzle out Cardan’s true feelings for me by making me Queen of Mirth?

BECAUSE CARDAN IS IN LOVE WITH YOU. AND EVERYONE BUT YOU CAN SEE THAT IT IS PAINFULLY OBVIOUS.

[lexirelle]

how did we arrive at this point where the two worst things in life are having a job and not having a job

[short-wooloo]

Do not let acolyte be what shapes your understanding of the Jedi, because acolyte does not understand the Jedi

[hockeylovee12]

So you’re telling me we don’t get to see a Hughes brother recreation of this???? That sounds like a crime.

[a-sweet-sour-dip-lemon]

Please Annabel, everyone can see you're blushing.

Don't pretend you didn't like that idea.

[bigcheesefan]

Their 3-way Stand Off outfits are definitely something lol

[wipkinz]

Tug at my heart

note: my first smut ever goes out to all the Eddie lovers. Had this idea in mind for a while and finally wrote it out. 

summary: best friend!reader discovers Eddie has a thing for hair pulling. 

warnings: hair pulling, dirty talk, dry humping, fingering, friends to lovers, afab!reader, minors dni, first smut so it might be trash <3

The air seemed sticky hot and hazy with the lingering smoke of Eddie’s last joint. Summer had settled into Hawkins and Eddies trailer had no A/C. The two of you spent most of your time together, and mostly in his dark room, an extra bedsheet hung over the one window filtered out just enough sun to make things bearable and sepia toned. In shorts and a tee-shirt, you didn’t mind the heat much. It was nothing compared to the heat of your best friend’s shirtless frame sprawled in-between your legs, taking an undeserved cat nap while you lazily stroked through his curls.

You had your back at his headboard, reading a book while absentmindedly winding your fingers in and out of his hairline. He was dozing in and out, from what you could tell with his head in your lap. One arm underneath his head and the other hugging round your hip.

Your finger snagged in his hair as you lifted to turn the page.

“Shit,” you mumbled, smoothing over the offended strands.

“Watch it sweetheart,” Eddie mumbled into your skin, his voice was rough with smoke and sleep. “Can’t have you damaging the goods.”

You could feel his smirk more than you could hear it.

“Oh is that right?”

“Yeah this shit has all the ladies swooning, if I get a strand out of place my power is gone.” Eddie peeked up at you, lifting his head before dropping it back. “but by all means don’t stop on my account.”

“Maybe I will,” you scoffed, halting the path of your hands and turning your gaze back to your book. “Wouldn’t want the ladies of Hawkins on my case. I’d be public enemy number one.”

Eddie hummed, sensing the sardonic twist of your mouth. He rested his head in his hands, looking up to confirm he was right. Your smirk spread as his ringed fingers began playing with the frayed hem of your shirt.

“You joke, but if it weren’t for Harrington they would’ve voted me best hair.”

“Yeah?” You asked, slipping your fingers into his hair once again, like an unknown compulsion.

“Yeah, I was robbed.”

“Hmmm. Which senior year was that again?”

“Shut up.” The boy gave you a playful flick to your hip where your shirt had ridden up.

“Make me.” You tugged at his hair, fingers at the root, in response to his cheek. Hi grip on you tightened. The silver rings were slightly cool in the heat of the room, as they dug into the flesh at your hip. Above the covers, you could see where his hips rolled imperceptibly into the mattress. Eddie whipped his eyes up to meet yours, a bit glassy. You noticed his jaw was slack and his cheeks stained pink. Had he ever looked so pretty?

“Did you jus-“ you weren’t convinced with what you saw. Eddie didn’t blush did he?

“Sweetheart, you’re killing me here.” He groaned into your hip as he dropped his head, nuzzling into you with an embhassased blush spreading up to his ears.

“Oh my god you did!” You pulled him up to face you, with a gentle tug to his hair.

“Fuck,” Eddie hissed as his hips rolled into the mattress with a sure thrust. His glazed eyes found yours as they darkened.

“Oh” now it was your time to blush, your eyes flicking away from the intensity of his stare. “right sorry I jus-“

“Don’t stop on my account” His words were quiet. Just a whisper on the air between friends. The heat between you stifling as his fingers slipped up under your shirt.

You slipped both hands into his hair, being careful not to drop the strands from your grasp, thinking the moment hung on this hold you had. As you brushed up against the roots once more your fingers closed into a rougher tug, nails scratching lightly at the base of his neck. Eddie muffled his moan into your hip, impossibly close to where heat was pooling in your core. He mouthed at your lower stomach, on the band of skin between shirt and the waistband of your shorts. He was unabashedly grinding now, his hips finding a pace as they rolled into the mattress.

“Baby” Eddie groaned as you scratched lightly over his scalp. You felt your cunt clench around nothing at the sound of this new nickname. You let out a sigh as he worked at sucking a hickey to your hip. It was all together too much and not enough.

“C’mere” You tugged bringing him up as you slipped down the headboard to rest against his pillows. They smelled like him. He adjusted over you, pressing quick fevered kisses up your stomach as he went.

On his forearms over you, he quickly worked at a matching hickey on your neck. You gasped as you felt him lick in response to your frantic pulls. His curls tickled as you pressed a kiss to his shoulder.

“Eds please,” you mouthed against his cheek, searching for his lips.

He rolled his hips into yours as his mouth found you. His tongue slipped inside while you gasped at the way his clothed cock pressed into you. Your shorts clung to the wetness made by the friction, the pull in your lower belly felt like a magnet as you canted your hips up to meet his.

“More Eds please,” You cried.

“Yeah ok,” he sucked on your lower lip as his hand found its way under the waistband of your shorts and panties. “I got you baby.” His rings brushed against your soaked slit as he circled your clit.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” You moaned into his hair. He was everywhere. Fingers spreading you open, lips placing frantic sloppy kisses at your neck, his hard cock rutting into your thigh.

“Sound so pretty sweetheart.” He groaned, slipping two fingers inside you now as the heel of his hand ground into your clit. “So wet too” you could hear his cocky smirk as he quickened his pace “all this for me?”

You were nearly gone, heart racing as you reached the edge. His cocky mouth was running with some of the dirtiest things you had ever heard, and of course Eddie would be a talker. This had started because he couldn’t keep his shit together, and now look at you, a quivering moaning mess spread out beneath him. You kept a grip on his hair as one hand slipped down between you to palm at his cock. He felt big, heavy, impossibly hard behind his jeans.

“Gonna make me cum” you hummed into his ear moaning out a quick warning before your walls began fluttering around his fingers.

“Shiiit baby,” His hips stuttered once, twice, before you felt a warmth seep over your hand. “Fuck”

He collapsed to the side, slipping his fingers out of your shorts before spreading them. His pink blush returned as he watching awestruck as his rings, coated in your slick, glistened in the sun.

“That was-“ You started in, still catching your breath.

“One way to kill an afternoon” Eddie finished popping his finger into his mouth to taste what was left of you.

His eyes rolled back and he let out a moan.

“You’re sick!” You swatted his chest and made to roll away from him.

Eddies thick arms caught you around the middle and tugged you back against him.

“Shut up” He smiled into the crown of your head. “you like it.”

“Mmm,” you mumbled pressing a small kiss to his shoulder. “Maybe I do.”

[lukecastellanshandholder]

"Luke made the choice to join Kronos. Luke made the choice to betray everyone at camp. Luke made the choice to-." Blah, blah, blah.

Anyways, given that Kronos obviously manipulated Luke into believing that he wanted what Luke wanted (and that was to make life for demigods better and to hold the gods accountable for their actions), only to get Luke to say yes and join him… did Luke really have a choice? It’s states multiple times throughout the first series, by various characters, that Kronos could manipulate even the person with the strongest will power. Hell, Kronos even manipulated Ares! A literal god!

You think that Luke really had any chance of turning Kronos down, especially right after his quest when his emotions were all over the place?

Then let’s not forget that it’s stated right in the books that Kronos would straight up torture Luke with nightmares when he would "fail" or he felt Luke’s loyalty to him wavering. So, if he was punished/tortured whenever he may have wanted to disband the alliance with Kronos… did he really have a choice? Or was he stuck in that awful predicament because of one bad decision that wasn’t even truly his very own decision?

Luke may have thought that he had a choice in the beginning and it may seem that way to Percy and the others. However, it’s made perfectly clear in TTC that all of the "power" that Kronos had given Luke (as far as letting him see over the army in SoM and everything) was really just to pacify Luke and keep him compliant and unquestioning until he was ready to use him as his vessel if things didn’t work out with the fleece.

As far as I see it, Luke stopped having the true ability to make choices after he agreed to join Kronos and that happened before we even see him in TLT. In this essay I will-…

[moldy-flowers]

Trying to find a Sasuke x Sakura shipper that understands the complexity of Sasukes character and the trauma he went through and doesn't write him as a stone cold bad boy Is like trying to find a needle in a dystopian world in which sewing is illegal.

[lueddegen-art]

something something mining equipment never being used as intended throughout these books

[threeweekoldlettuce]

every scene in hannibal is more like gay sex than actual gay sex

[thevoidcaller]

Prompt:

Danny Phantom gets adopted by the Addams Family.

That's it

That's the prompt

[jaegermonstrous]

So I'm watching Pulaski episodes of TNG for Fic Reasons, and I got to "Unnatural Selection," where a bunch of Federation scientists genetically engineered a buncha super-kids with like telepathy, telekinesis, accelerated development, advanced intelligence, and - oh yeah! - immune systems that kill everyone around them!

And it's a good episode, some fun stuff. But also. Do you think Julian Bashir ever read their research? Do you think he had to go stare at a wall for a while or get drunk or whatever?

[bi-the-wei]

Im so sorry but this has bothering me for years and needs to be said

LWJ has a broken leg

In desperation they use his forehead ribbon to help bind the injury

And this... THIS is how you set the bone?

Tied in one spot in the middle? The stick isnt even lined up with his damn leg! What is this supposed to accomplish? All its gonna do is rub against the cuts and make everything worse!

At least tie it in two places! Wrap it around up and down the leg! What the hell?