#ive been so blessed

[guiiay]

alicent hightower post 2x6. someone check up on the dowager queen please

[basketobread]

i just realized i have so many warlock screenshots (kudos to eric for all of them we are a little crazy) that i havent shared lol isn’t warie just a sweeeeeetie ^_^ (he’s a man with a questionable moral compass DO NOT trust him)

[honeyrins]

[Batman] 💛 Father - Daughter Ballet Practice 🖤

[dinerfries]

classic pen!

[in-love-with-dorothea-arnault]

T H E M

[lazycranberrydoodles]

modern AU where they meet again at the fast food place Xie Lian works at and Hua Cheng has to figure out how to romance a customer service employee

[monhiio]

How its going!!

[optogeneticist-nsfw]

i Uh.Well enjoy!!!!

link

[perseruna]

the witcher + hadestown (2019)

[ask-the-roommate-au]

let’s talk about the Old Moons death hmm? that sound nice Sun? i bet it doesnt. you didnt deserve him in the first place anyway. you killed your twin. you dont deserve him. fucking idiot.

-your least favorite anon!! :P (Drug anon)

[Sun... has left the room. Please give him a moment.]

It's just a hallucination- you're just hallucinating again. It's not real but you know it's true.

[ianmckellen]

Loden Greatstorm in STAR WARS: YOUNG JEDI ADVENTURES | 1.14

[calmlb]

one year since i posted my first skk fic which means…

one whole year of posting skk fics 🥺 tysm from the bottom of my heart to anyone who’s read, kudos’d, and/or commented on any of my fics… i’m so grateful 😭🥹

here’s to another year & hopefully many more fics (pray for my wip list LOL) 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

[s0fter-sin]

it takes far too long for soap to realise ghost won’t touch him anymore

he doesn’t avoid him, which he considers no small a miracle given how he usually treats his emotions, and he’s too busy being thankful to notice. thankful he didn’t run from him, thankful his simon has returned to him, no matter how changed he is from the man he knew. ghost doesn’t shy away from his touch so long as he knows it’s coming and he spends long nights just tracing the scars on his newly bared face; following half-remembered tracks and memorising new ones

but ghost never reaches back. he’ll press into his hands like a starved man, melt beneath the smallest of touches but he never initiates. and now, his regular touches have disappeared; no longer does he clap him on the back after a job well done, doesn’t cheekily nudge him after making a recruit shit themself just by giving them a look and soap hadn’t realised how much he’s come to rely on them until they stopped. how much he’s grown to care for ghost the way he used to care for simon

he can’t confront him about it; ghost’s fight or flight always firmly tuned to flight when it came to matters about himself. soap would’ve if it meant fight; if ghost would just put his hands on him again, he’d take his violence with the passion of a lover, wear the marks he left behind with grateful pride. but he remembers the look on ghost’s face when he’d ripped his balaclava off, when he’d stripped his barrier and his protection and spat, “i ruined you the moment i touched you!”

so soap waits. he waits for ghost to crawl into his bunk, to take off his mask and surrender himself to his touch; a touch that seems to burn as much as it freed. and instead of taking his face in his hands and worshiping it the way he has every other night ghost’s come to him, soap takes his gloved hand in his own

ghost flinches, the preemptive bliss fading from his eyes as reluctant fear takes its place. soap brings it up so it hovers between them and already feels him edge backwards. he doesn’t let it stop him and gently tugs his fingers free of the glove one at a time until his hand is bare to him; visibly shaking in the dark. soap brings it towards his face, holding firm when ghost tries to yank it back and presses into it; his breath hitching as he finally gets the touch he’s missed for years

“stop, john,” ghost whispers and it hurts to hear the pain in his voice; closer to begging for the soft touch to end than he’s ever been under torture

“no,” he refuses, pressing a kiss to the centre of his palm

his eyes shine in the dark, arm twitching as he fights himself; pulling back against his grip and leaning into him in turn. (how can he stand to put his mouth on him; can’t he taste it? the dirt and decay that lives under his skin? the maggots that swim in the slow beat of his blood; the rot he’s been trying so hard not to spread to him but he’s weak.) “you don’t know how broken i am. i’ll ruin you, john.”

soap kisses him again; thick, phantom blood coating his lips. “i’m not letting you slip through my fingers again,” he promises, swallowing it down. “i’ve missed you too much to be afraid of getting cut, simon.”

[anh0ff]

"Truth be told gege's PuQi Shrine is smaller, but it's so much more comfortable than my Paradise Manor. It's more like a home."

[mvrcetune]

the way the moment i saw this picture i decided i don't wanna anyone else BUT HER!!

[boarloved-art]

a sketchy lingwen/yushi huang comic for TGCF Gotcha for Gaza (@/TGCFAction )! prompt was by @/stellaspoison on twt :) prompt submissions are open until midnight EST march 16th