#literal url

[thoulizziers]

Do I even have to explain this

Anyways

Who wants to be my next "literal url" victim

[eumetopia]

happy international rromani day i still cant draw medic

[toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account]

no bc can we fucking talk about this

the fact that jaskier tries to pull away the second he sees rience reach for him. he tries. he fucking tries. even if he knows he can't move his hand more than a few inches he fucking tries out of sheer terror.

but rience still grabs his hand anyway. of course he does. jaskier never had a chance of avoiding this and both of them know it.

but you see how fucking hard rience squeezes jaskier's fingers.

you see how tightly he grips jaskier's hand, even if it's barely a second before his grip relaxes (and in the clip you can hear him hiss in pain). it's not even a necessary movement, since Jaskier would never have been able to evade his grip; it's very clearly a nonverbal command to stop resisting.

and it works.

jaskier keeps his hand stretched out. he stops trying to evade it. he knows rience will do this and he's too terrified (and exhausted from previous torture) to evade it anymore. because he knows it wont work.

and once jaskier's hand relaxes, rience's grip loosens again. he's not even gripping Jaskier's hand anymore. because he knows he doesn't need to. because he knows jaskier won't pull away again.

at this point all rience has to do is just. keep his own hand opened up to keep jaskier's fingers outstretched and laying on his. he's relaxed. he's almost absentminded about it. because he can be at this point.

because jaskier won't pull away even when he sees rience conjure the flame that he knows he will use on his hand.

i just. the way rience emphasizes his control over the situation by making jaskier keep his hand still even though he fully fucking understands what rience is going to do. he's literally holding what makes jaskier who he is in his fingertips and fully intends to destroy it and knows he can hold it gently because there will be so little resistance. because he has already terrified and tormented and shaken jaskier so badly that all he needed to do was squeeze his hand to get him to stop resisting. I'm just. I'm so sick.

[transusopp]

edit job is questionable at best but vaguely gestures you get the idea.

gear 5 my beloved

guys ace in wano is crazy

of course, my header...

i just liked this official art of him, really. so i made edits to it because Good God I Fucking Hate Oda.

[mattymartin]

SCORE: A HOCKEY MUSICAL (2010) ↳ Directed by Michael McGowan | Starring Noah Reid, Olivia Newton-John, Nelly Furtado, and Wayne Gretzky's Dad?!?

[homura-simpson]

.•*¨*•.¸¸♪ OKTAVIA VON SECKENDORFF ♪¸¸.•*¨*•.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

The mermaid witch. Her nature is to fall in love. Looking for the feeling that moved her so long ago, she moves with the entire concert hall. Her fortune only turns under the weight of memories and no longer moves toward the future. Nothing will reach her any longer. She will come to know nothing more. She simply allows no one to disturb her minions' playing.

.•*¨*•.¸¸♪| 🩵/🎼/🎻/🐟 |♪¸¸.•*¨*•.

CHARLOTTE/OPHELIA/CANDELORO/KRIEMHILD•GRETCHEN/HOMULILLY

[ontosgold]

Alpha

[thoulizziers]

@ash-the-bee I hope you wake up and this post is the first thing you see

[mylittleredgirl]

stumbling back to the safety of the castle (star trek fandom) covered in blood from the front lines (the wiki of any other fandom that doesn't separate on-screen canon from random shit that happened in a novel once)

[jils-things]

!!!!! A LOVELY COMMISSION MADE BY @sleepylemi-in-space / sleepylemi (vgen) !!!!!! ive been patiently waiting for this one and its absolutely worth the wait, im so emotional and jolly over how beautiful this was.... i am forever thankful ...!!!! 💚 constabell nation wins again!!!!!

[starfxckersinc]

She said she was your biggest fan.

Your substance abuse issues were a matter of public knowledge, but, to be fair, so were every other rock musicians’. So maybe things were a little worse now, after you blew off your 5th gig in a row to pass out in your dealers apartment, but you were still holding it together. You definitely did NOT need to go sober.

That being said, it was remarkably easy for an obsessive stalker to catch you completely alone and already unconscious. You didn’t even realize what was happening until she pulled you from the trunk of her car. You made some weak gesture towards escape and she tased you into a whimpering, twitching mess on the floor. She draped you in a hoodie and supported you in your half-stumble up the stairs to her apartment. You looked like any other couple coming home after a night out. No one could even see the taser pressed to the small of your back.

“I’m doing this to help you” she says, as she handcuffs your hands behind your back and chains you to the pipes under her bathroom sink. “You wrote music that changed my life. But you’ll never write like that again, not like this. You need to get clean.” She shoves a rag in your mouth and duct-tapes over it. “Sorry.” She grimaces apologetically. “I have neighbors.”

The first night is agonizing, your body begging for about 50 different chemicals at once. When she removes the tape from your mouth in the morning to feed you, taser to your throat the whole time, the first thing you do is beg her for something, anything to tide you over. She laughs and leaves you a sweating, sobbing mess.

When she comes again in the evening, your whole body is shaking. You felt so hot you kicked your pants off, leaving you in your boxers. She doesn’t seem surprised by the lack of penis, but you suppose a superfan would already know you were trans. You’re so desperate that you offer her sex, point blank. She seems contemplative, then walks out of the room. For a second you think she’s abandoned you completely, but she returns with a little bag of white powder: the coke you had on you when she kidnapped you. Almost clinically, she removes her skirt and strokes herself to full hardness (and wasn’t that not an unwelcome surprise?). Delicately, she shakes out a few bumps down the length of her cock and offers them to you. You snort it up greatfully, the scent of her cock mixing with the sharp tinge of cocaine on the inside of your nostrils.

She stares wordlessly down at you, expectant. You notice the taser in her other hand.

You take her in your mouth. Before you can even move, she grabs the hair on the back of your head and guides you along her cock. You moan despite yourself.

“You like that, huh?”

Your mouth is too full of her to answer. You feel her cock hit the back of your throat where the coke is starting to drip down, dragging the acrid taste across your tongue.

She takes her time. By the time she comes, it’s well past kicked in. You feel like every nerve is on fire.

“Oh, you really did like that, didn’t you?” She looks down at your soaked boxers.

Fuck. Coke always makes you horny. And maybe a little part of you is really, really enjoying this.

She kneels down to your level and runs her hand over your boxers, sliding your dick between two fingers through the fabric. You can’t help a desperate keen. Carefully, she slides your boxers off. Right when you think she’s finally going to touch you, she stuffs your own soaked boxers in your mouth and tapes back over them.

“Maybe next time,” she smirks, leaving you high and starving for her touch. You whimper and grind on the cold tile.

It becomes routine, after that. She waits until you’re desperate enough to offer anything, then gives you some drug to tide you over while she fucks you into oblivion. You never know what she’s going to give you. Sometimes it’s an opioid, to keep you pliant and suggestible. She gives you one before moving you to the bed, where she keeps you tied up, spread eagle, during the day. Sometimes she forces a joint into your mouth while she thrusts into you, holding your nose until you sputter smoke. Uppers used to be your favorite class of drug, but you dread them now. When she rubs speed or coke on your gums, letting you lick her fingers clean, you know she always mixes in a little gas station aphrodisiac as well, just to make it a little more unbearable. She loves to watch you squirm and beg for her touch before sticking a vibrator in both of your holes, turning them on low, and leaving for the day.

Eventually, she just keeps you drugged up all the time.

“I can’t believe I wanted you to get clean. You’re so much better like this. My celebrity crush. My perfect toy.” She strokes your cheek and it echoes a shudder down your whole body. Some mixture of ketamine and cannabis is running through your system now, leaving you sensitive and dumb. She sounds like she’s speaking through water. “I listen to your songs when I’m at work and wonder what your other fans would think if they knew the man who wrote them is drugged out of his mind in my bedroom, just waiting to beg for my cock.”

She curls a finger into your mouth and you suck on it gratefully. “But I guess we always knew you were a junkie whore, so this shouldn’t come as a surprise.” She shoves her fingers down your throat until you gag. “And your songs were always so sad. You’re so much happier like this, aren’t you?”

You nod enthusiastically. Anything to get her to keep touching you like that.

“This is what you wanted, right? With all the drugs? Just to be high and happy, with no responsibilities? In a way, you chose this.”

You nuzzle into the hand on your cheek, playing with her fingers with your tongue. She pinches it and you moan.

“You don’t even know what I’m saying, do you?” she says.

You stare back, eyes glassy and half lidded.

“It’s okay. I’ll take care of you. I’m your biggest fan.”

[dawnofus]

jackson being literal sunshine 💖: 92/∞

[bisupergirl]

JLA SECRET FILES AND ORIGINS (1997) #2

literally the sexiest either of them have ever looked btw

[poorlydrawninstarsandtime]

Could we get Frinn being a cat? Pretty please?

naughty kitties get put on kitten-sitting duty to atone for their crimes*

*bad puns

[id in alt]

[tttoxt]

Cosmi's AssClass headcanons #1

Karma's usual type is hot and macho masculine dudes. After falling for Nagisa he just lays down in his bed at night staring up at the ceiling wondering if the crimes he did in his life were really that much that he's being punished liked this.

[mxttellion]

I'm gonna be 100% honest with y'all chat (my followers) the reason why I'm oc posting is because I pretty much ocified the red army so I could do whatever the fuck i want with them without the shackles of ew. Other than the fact that they were glorified ocs already

another reason is because I'm genuinely tired of ew as a whole and my attachment to the series nowadays is practically nonexistent that it took me so little to detach myself from it 🙏 (I was only here for the pilots lmfao I literally idgaf about anything else anymore)

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