#last time reposting

[scarymovies]

“The object isn’t to win, it’s just to stay in it as long as you can.” - Qi’ra

Solo: A Star Wars Story (2018)

Crimson Reign (2021-2022)

Outlaws (2024)

[queerxqueen]

FELIX & OLIVER + silent communication & exchanged glances Saltburn (2023) dir. Emerald Fennell

[seven-oh-four]

do you think people in the pokémon universe are pissed that rotom is no longer a legendary like people are pissed that pluto is no longer a planet and get into discourse about it

[reigobun]

the real me

[notedchampagne]

sleepover games going wrong

[raz0rvampire]

He looks like if I shake him, his brain rattles around like golfballs

[clemleur]

I feel like hobie is someone who works lesser known or odd jobs and one of them is at a cell center

but its not just any call center

a sex call center

he's still your prety and loving boyfriend hobie, he just helps to get people off for money every now and then. good money at that

and although he's the worker with the highest call ratings, he still saves all the good stuff for you, his best girl

one weekend, you leave for a trip to visit your parents for a week or so, and in the meantime hobie works back at your shared apartment

spending three days without him felt like hell on earth, as you've never spent more than a day apart. so you make the decision to call him

on his call center number

he picks up the phone thinking its gonna be another quick and easy call, as he's not the top rated caller for no reason. but the second he hears your voice through the line, his line of thinking dissipates

"hobie? are you there?" you ask quietly, wondering if he was mad for calling on his work number

but when he calls out your name in a soft tone, suddenly reciting how much he's missed you in spite of your consistent text messages with one another

"why'd you call me here, love? everything alright?" he asks, knowing how your parents can be at times

you assure him that you're fine, just missed him a lot and wanted to hear his voice

"if you wanted to hear my voice love, you couldv'e just called me on my regular number, yeah?" hobie laughs a bit and takes a slow pause before continuing on

"how much have you really missed me?"

hobies called the next day by his overhead wondering why one of his best call boys, whos calls never take more than 20-25 minutes, spent nearly two hours on the phone with one client

and while hobie bullshits his excuse, that his boss ends up believing, hobie knows that those two hours were spent with his long cock in his hands slowly stroking up and down to the sound of your whines, most of which are of his name

and when you come home a few days after the call, you spend the same amount of time riding the same cock with his hands on your hips, helping you move up and down while he makes it fit into the same cunt he hasnt fucked in a week

and the same hands flip you over on your back when you get too tired, while your legs wrap around his small waist, moaning his name directly in his ear

you tell him later that same night that you're definetly becoming a returning customer

[eliyips]

i cant come up with a clever caption, im just insane about gem and the scotts i dont know what else to say. winners POV, i think.

[koinotame]

your (househusband) roommate, ajax

word count: 1.5K content warnings: unhealthy relationship dynamics, childe gets called your house husband but you’re not actually married, generally gross stuff (he sniffs your used shirt), it's implied of childe scares away someone else

a/n: this is a repost (slightly edited)! i lost the original post w/ the basic idea but essentially this is a side au of sagau/self aware genshin where the characters (in this case childe) find their way into your world, but in the process you lose all memories about genshin. i'll be reposting all of the series, but it's also on ao3! part two is here!

when you first learned who your roommate would be, you were exasperated. you’d heard about him before, and you were well aware that he's amassed a reputation of being a trouble maker. you had no interest in getting into trouble, especially not during your first year.

...so you were pretty pleasantly surprised when he turned out to be a total sweetheart.

you’re reminded of that when you enter the kitchen, rubbing at your eyes and yawning. the smell of pancakes wafts through the air, and you can’t even get out a small 'good morning' before ajax is grinning at you and sliding you some pancakes. "don’t wait for me and eat up, okay? I put plenty of love into them, so they should taste great."

you ignore his banter (insisting on waiting for him is a lost battle, you’ve learned) and take a bite. you don’t finish chewing before you sleepily nod.

he laughs good-naturedly. "I’m glad, I’m glad. do you want more?" another drowsy nod has him piling most of the remaining pancakes onto your plate.

he continues chatting with you while you eat and he finishes the batch, though he does most of the talking. as usual, he doesn’t seem to mind your silence too much. once he’s done, he turns the fire off and props his elbow on the counter to stare at you. you don't pay him any mind.

he slides the platter to you the second you peek at it. after having eaten well over two servings you’re not really interested in more though, so you shake your head. "I'm full. aren’t you going to eat any?"

he beams. "aww, were you thinking about me? don’t worry, I already ate." you’re almost certain he didn’t. avoiding the judgemental look that crosses your eyes at his response, he laughs in a way that’d be awkward if it was anyone else. "I’ll put the rest in a tupper then, okay? have them whenever."

he’s taking your plate and putting it in the sink before you can even stand to move it to the dishwasher. you sigh and stick out your tongue at him when he turns to you. "you know you really don’t have to go out of your way do all of this."

he smiles at you. "why not? I enjoy cooking, and you can be my taste-tester." the amounts he feeds you go well beyond that, and he's avoiding the rest of your question, but okay. you should've gotten the message—that it's futile to ask him this kind of question—by now.

while you you face plant into the couch to avoid thinking about anything else, ajax stays in the kitchen, cleaning up and humming some lullaby as he washes the pan and plates. it’s too early to think on this saturday morning. the cushion feels nice and soft against your cheek and you can’t help but burrow yourself further into the pillows.

wait.

you lift your head up, peeking your head out behind the back of the couch.

"the apron is cute."

he nearly drops the pan.

it’s not often that you bring over friends, so ajax insists on cleaning beforehand and serving your group snacks much like a mother hen would throughout their stay.

their two, maybe three if you're pushing it, hour stay. all you’re going to is chat, it’s not like they’re going to be staying overnight or anything.

you sigh but let him do what he wants.

some cookies are laid out by the time they arrive, and he’s hovering around pretty much indefinitely to serve tea or juice.

it’s cute, in a way, but your friends’ teasing is not.

"you know, he’s kind of like your house husband, isn’t he?" your friend comments, leaning over and biting into a powdery cookie.

you try to ignore the way ajax beams. you try to ignore the way he cheers to himself even harder.

"not really..." your weak attempts at rebutting their words make your friends laugh.

the rest of the session goes by normally; you talk about the kinds of things you’d regularly talk about with friends. someone in your group recently received a promotion, and somebody else got fired. somebody gained a boyfriend, another realised she didn’t have the time or energy for relationships not too long ago.

the longer the conversation goes on, the more the chatter becomes background noise as the you retreat to your own world. the drink in your hands gets lukewarm long before you finish it despite your frequent sipping.

when they finally leave, you feel more relieved than you should.

you see them off with a smile, but your head is pounding by the time you sit back down and your ears can finally rest. now that you’re (mostly, ajax is always just kind of there) alone, you can finally have some peace and quiet and relax.

or that’s what you think until ajax leans over the couch, head hovering above yours. "now that they’re gone… would you prefer dinner, a bath, or me?"

you stare at him. he doesn’t move, clearly eager for your answer. eventually, you sigh and gently push his face away. "dinner would be nice."

he laughs, something warm and domestic dancing in his cold eyes. "of course! it’ll be ready soon."

he presses a quick kiss to your cheek before leaving.

you whine, but the space he touched feels tingly even against your own hand.

"ajax."

he drops your wallet, not even attempting to take back the couple hundred bills peeking out. his response is nonchalant, even at his supposed surprise at having been caught by you. "ahh, I wasn’t expecting you to be back so soon. look at what I found!"

you stare. at him. at what he’s holding. at your wallet on the floor.

you’re certain you did not have that many hundred bills. you’re going to cry if you find him trying to stuff his money into your wallet again.

"you mentioned liking this, right? I was out earlier and I thought I could get it for you. you know, as a sign of goodwill and all, for being such a great roommate."

a couple months ago, you would have been perplexed. he insists on doing all of the chores and most of the cooking, and he pays most of the bills. is the 'great roommate' status because you’re quiet and don’t host loud parties, or…? you don’t question it anymore at this point.

"ajax."

a couple months ago, he might’ve gotten unnerved by your silence. instead, he pushes it into your hands, a wide grin on face, ruffles your hair and saunters out.

you have yet to find his wallet. despite that, all the cash (and then some) that you’d left on his bedside table or bed has always managed to find a way back to your wallet, so there would probably be little point anyway.

"ah, that reminds me!" he peeks back into your room a couple minutes later. "what would you like for dinner?" the nerve of him to ask this right after he calls you a great roommate…

"maybe some soup?" you say instead.

he smiles, bows, and takes his leave. the apron you called cute a few weeks ago is already fixed onto him.

you sigh, sliding the bills in properly.

wait a second. is that a credit card…?

you were expecting many things when you finally caught him, but him sniffing only your shirt—out of all your available laundry—wasn’t one of them.

"…what are you doing?"

you have never seen him jerk his head as quickly, nor have you ever seen him so red. or speechless.

you both stand there in silence for a few seconds before he blinks rapidly and his breathing becomes ragged. "it’s not—I—it’s not what you think, I swear—"

"okay, whatever." you wave him off. somehow, this doesn’t alarm you as much as it should. "I don’t care what you were doing, don’t do it again."

he nods quickly, considerably less composed than he usually is, and shoves your shirt back into the basket briskly. "also… can you stop leaving your stuff in my wardrobe. I know you know the difference."

"ah, that was…" he’s clearly at a loss for words, not sure how to justify himself after having been caught committing not only one transgression, but two.

you set the clothes of his you were bringing to him down, tempted to just throw them at him.

you swallow your nerves, almost nervously meeting his eyes. "look, I don’t really care, but can you at least leave me stuff like your jacket or sweater? your shirts aren’t really my style."

his breathing hitches again but he gives no response otherwise, so you shake your head and turn to leave. the laundromat room is thankfully empty save for the two of you, something you’re glad for.

as you pass through the door, it occurs to you that the guy who’d been smoking in here hasn’t shown up in a while. now that you think about it, that was the reason ajax had offered to take over laundry duty too...

oh well, it’s of no concern to you, you think to yourself as you make the journey back to your room.

[ladylunora]

can you believe it guys? hl2vrai, just a week away! hl2vrai is in a week! woo-hoo! i am so happy about this information. hl2vrai, just a week away. oh, wow! can you believe it? hl2vrai, just in a week! it got here so fast. hl2vrai, just a-

[tiafrye]

Delicious 🩸

[frenchublog]

doodles part2

[vamptime-bb]

get it because it's the DANCE of dragons or whatever.... PS. the style of this is heavily inspired by @irlplasticlamb I love their GOT art so fucking much it's crack 🙏🙏🙏

[periwinklefemur]

"Are you suggesting, some sort of homoerotic kind of fascination here that doesn't exist?"

Did… did we even watch the same movie(s) here?

[t-u-i-t-c]

Tokusatsu x Spring ❀ Day 1 │ A Scene in the Rain

"He is my partner, and I need him."

[dragon-spaghetti]

I'm addicted to the feeling 💖

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Originals from April 2022 then like. August 2022