#oh he's done for

[theclaravoyant]

Thinking about how Crowley thinks Aziraphale calls him when he’s bored (when nothing is happening) , when he’s “done something clever” (when something good happens), or when he needs help (when something bad happens) . Like. Crowley my beloved that’s all the times.

[cizzyart]

My contribution to the Cursed Cat Alastor fandom

He is just a ✨️SLINKY✨️ boy

[sprnklersplashes]

shout out to leigh bardugo for creating a disabled character who can be described as "he doesn't let his disability stop him from achieving what he wants (threat)"

[ace-lemonade]

that slap - he knew exactly what was going through laios' mind

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 102

 Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath. In for ten seconds, out for eight. Alright. Okay. “Let me get this straight,” he didn’t motion to the three teens- or not teens even if two apparently looked like they were- but it was a close thing. “You-” 

 Phantom perked up, white hair flickering with what he was pretty sure were stars as they turned away from the window looking out into space. “-are two years old.” The fae-esque being who looked more like a fourteen year old gave a half-distracted nod. Which, for a toddler, they were paying attention pretty well. 

 “You-” Klarion looked up from where he was fiddling with the cuffs that had been on him, cat sprawled on his shoulder now that it was out of the carrier. “-are six?” Another distracted nod, the apparently-child seemingly enamored with the sounds the cuffs made when they clinked together. 

  “And you-” He turned towards Marvel, who shrank back before seemingly steeling themself. “-are in fact ten.” The… well they had thought demigod but apparently all three were some sort of realms-being, which had apparently made Constantine pale and start cursing before stomping out of the Watchtower. Another nod and shaky thumbs up. 

 Alright. Okay. They had in fact let a ten-year old join the league, which wouldn’t have been so bad if they had known. Especially the fact that apparently Marvel was only half-human, which suddenly explained so much about how he didn’t know so many things about a human life. Which-

 “You,” he turned towards Phantom again to make sure he was listening before returning his attention to Marvel. “And you have both lived at least a year in the human realm with human companions, but your-” He turned his gaze towards the ravenette in the center. The six year old apparently. “-experience with the human realm is literally just with the Light.” 

 Yet another distracted nod. Okay. Bruce was tempted to scream in a room for the entire situation that had cropped up from the single action of taking Klarion’s familiar and then the boy himself into custody. Then again, it was honestly a much better thing they had apparently caught this. 

 “Alright,” he sighed, suddenly feeling incredibly exhausted. “To make sure I have all of this correct-” Because it was already a shitshow and the amount of shouting had absolutely spooked the child. To the point he’d- according to Marvel- made what was apparently some sort of very distressed noise that had made both him and Phantom running. Or rather flying and portaling. 

 “-in the realms, people there make friends through fighting,” Bruce pauses to make sure he got that part correct. The origin of this entire misunderstanding with the chaos-lord. Lordling? 

 All three nodded, Klarion losing interest in the cuffs and starting to pet his cat. Familiar. Everyone had referred to it as a familiar and Marvel had appeared utterly horrified that they had taken said familiar away. Somehow he was the one the trio were currently trusting and weren’t doing the same towards any of the other league members. 

 “And you have been trying to make friends with the Jr team, which they have been taking as an attack due to this miscommunication.” Honestly they should have gotten more information, though he couldn’t exactly blame any of the teens, what with everything they were currently dealing with. 

 “... is there any sort of guardian or something you might have, that can be contacted? Or anyone that could help prevent a situation like this from happening again?” All three avoided his eyes, suddenly finding things like the table and walls very interesting. 

 Oh. Hm. This could be a problem.

[chronicowboy]

we as a collective do Not talk about this line delivery nearly enough and for good fucking reason, i'll kill bradley james for this one line alone. he's just a little boy :'((

[nerdpoe]

Danny was a stillborn, and Maddie made a deal with a Devil to give her baby a soul so he could live.

But the Devil couldn't really like, make a wholeass new soul for this. He could grab one of the ones he owned, but that'd just be putting an adult in an infants body, and that whole thought kind of weirded the Devil out.

So, he compromised.

He had a piece of the Laughing Magicians soul, and he just kinda.

Shoved that into the baby corpse.

And holy shit it worked, the kid took it.

Which, awesome! He gets the lady's soul and the kids when it's matured!

Except that was fifteen years ago, and now said Devil is desperately trying to get into contact with Constantine to cancel the deal they signed and agreed to.

Cuz that little baby?

Yeah he's the High King of the fucking Infinite Realms; a being that can not only cancel said contract, but do it and declare the Devil who made it guilty of Treason.

So he needs to find the Laughing Magician fucking yesterday, before the kid looks too closely at why his soul is so weird and figures it out.

[charmwasjess]

Lightsaber Theory: Obi-Wan "Sith Lords are Our Specialty" Kenobi consistently loses duels to Dooku not for any reason of technical form mismatch or lack of ability, but because Dooku is not even pretending to try to kill him. Resultantly, Obi-Wan can’t figure out what the fuck is going on when they fight. 

Obi-Wan: (preparing to defend an expected lethal strike) You’ll answer for your enormities, Count!

Dooku: (giving him the lightest love tap on the leg) Don’t be so sure, my special good lineage baby boy, so perfect in my eyes. 

Obi-Wan: …What?

Dooku: What?

Which Dooku and Obi-Wan proud lineage moment is even the most unhinged? There are so many to choose from! Is it Dooku’s frequent inability, both in AotC and TCW, to keep from spontaneously gushing about Sidious’s plans and even his own dark secrets to Obi-Wan?? Is it the time in Labyrinth of Evil where Dooku drags a long-suffering, bored Grievous over to watch a holorecording of Anakin and Obi-Wan thwarting his plans yet again, to point out how beautifully they’re working together as a team and how much he likes watching their lightsaber work evolve? Is it in the recent Brotherhood novel, where Obi-Wan just has to casually namedrop Qui-Gon to get Dooku to do exactly what he wants?

Obi-Wan is a big problem for Sidious in his mission to destabilize and corrupt Anakin, and Sidious knows it. He needs him out of the picture to do the same isolating, evil bullshit that worked so well when ensnaring Dooku himself. But the war has been going on for years now, and guess who remains inconveniently alive? And whose job was that to take care of? Oh yeah. I remember. His useless, Padawan assassin-collecting apprentice: fucking Count Dooku. By the time of RotS, Sidious has specifically ordered Dooku to make fucking sure Obi-Wan is dead only for him to completely ignore the command about a half-dozen times.

Going by the Stover RotS novelization, in the same scene where Dooku also literally refers to Obi-Wan as his fucking grandson actually, add that to our earlier list, Sidious reiterates that KILL OBI-WAN is the plan (over the sound of Dooku’s loud complaining) moments before that final duel.  I kind of wish we’d gotten a shot of Sidious's incredulous, enraged expression as Dooku knocks Obi-Wan unconscious and pins him safely out of the way. He is, once again, going out of his way to not kill Obi-Wan in that duel, and this time directly disobeying his Master to his face after they just had a conversation about it. You just know exactly what Sidious must be thinking at that moment. Oh, Dooku. You are so fucking fired.

[captainfern]

FERNNNN PLEASE 🙏

overstim x breading kink with Price 😭😭 idk ANYTHING. JUST ANYTHING WITH THAT. PLEASE AND THANK YOU 🙏🙏

any mentions of a breeding kink, i will be there trust 🙏

18+, fem!reader

you had already come three times, and your body was growing tired. overstimulation was creeping in rapidly, your entire body aching and trembling as your husband fucked into you over and over.

price had your knees bent up against your chest as he fucked you— his fat cock stretching you open, reaching deep inside you so that his cockhead rutted up towards the plug of your womb.

he was a groaning, grunting mess above you too. he had come once, and had been prolonging his second orgasm for what seemed like hours. his cum dribbled out of you with each heavy thrust, a creamy white ring settling around the base of his cock as your fluids drenched him.

he was slick with sweat, strands of hair falling over his forehead while his hips slapped against you, both hands holding your legs in place and stabilising himself at the same time. you whined and whimpered beneath him, your next orgasm tightening in the base of your stomach. you hoped this would be your last one. you didn’t know how much more of this you could take.

but price wanted you to take a lot. he wanted you to come around his cock again and again while he filled you with his hot cum, intent on stuffing you full and making him a dad.

“john, baby, p-please—” you stuttered around a moan, clawing at the hairy, muscled ridges along your husbands bare back. your thighs were beginning to ache, and your clit was pulsing almost painfully.

“i know, my darling, i know. i’ve got you, i’ve got you,” he cooed, hips snapping against you. his breathing was laboured, cock driving into you repeatedly, sliding into the tight heat of your cunt. “that’s a good girl. bein’ such a good girl for me. and you’re gonna let me come in this pretty, wet pussy again? hm? gonna let me stuff you full?”

you nodded weakly, whimpering softly into the warm air of your bedroom. price grumbled deep in his throat in content, one hand quickly snaking down to toy with your slick, puffy clit. you moaned loudly, entire body quivering as your orgasm hit you and you feel over the edge of pleasure.

you came, moaning price’s name as your cunt clenched around him like a vice, squeezing his cock, slick dribbling out of you. price groaned, grinding his hips against you, and replacing his hands back onto your legs.

his efforts increased— thrusts deepening, grinding and rolling his hips. he huffed out grunts and moans of your name as his own orgasm approached. his grip on your legs tightened as he began mumbling out dirty talk that made you mewl desperately beneath him.

“m’gonna fill this pretty pussy with my cum an’ stuff you full of it. have you so full that you’ll be leaking with it. just fuckin’ leakin’ with my cum. might have to plug you up, hm, sweetheart? put somethin’ in this wet cunt to stop my cum from leakin’ out.”

“price—!”

“god, m’so close, baby,” price groaned thickly. “fuck, can’t wait to get you pregnant. can’t wait to see you fat with my child— fucking hell— and m’gonna fill this tight pussy even while you’re pregnant. how’s that sound?”

you couldn’t even answer with words. you simply moaned out his name again.

he was fully gone now. after so long of edging himself, his orgasm was building aggressively, and you knew he’d empty a hell of a lot inside you.

“that’s it, mama, take it all in this pretty pussy,” price rambled. “take all of my cum. take it all. take— fuck— take all my cum in this tight cunt, mama, please—” he interrupted with a choked groan as he came, hot spend filling you up nice and warm. “oh, fuck, baby, fuck. that’s it, that’s my girl, takin’ it all like such a good fuckin’ girl.”

[polarisbear]

more dweebs (Very detailed image description below.)

a drawing of grian, ethoslab, tangotek, and smallishbeans. grian is in his season 10 fishing skin and the rest are in different outfits referencing their base themes.

grian is in his fishing skin looking very tired with his fishing rod swung over his shoulder and an ear pierced with a brassy fish hook. he’s a cod hybrid with fin-ears and a stubby tail. behind him blue snail is munching on some leaves.

etho is posing with a neck sheepishly behind his neck and the other resting on his bag. he’s in the postal uniform polo with a green, canadian maple-themed yukata loosely worn and slipping off his shoulder. he has fingerless gloves on under. he is wearing dark red pleated pants and light green heeled crocs. he has a black and red messenger bag with a trellis motif. etho is an arctic fox hybrid with brown legs and streaks through his hair. doodles below show what his paws look like under the crocs and one shows him posing with a note saying “ties up sleeves.” above him another note reads “streaks bc his winter coat is shedding.”

tango is posing confidently with a wrench. he is in the postal uniform polo, with chunky brown and orange gloves and boots, topped off with red, pinstriped overalls. one strap is not around his shoulder, and on the belt around the overalls they carry a small bag, a screwdriver, and a vial of redstone. he has on brown goggles with blue lenses. tango has fire for hair and pointed ears. above him there’s a doodle of the messenger bag that’s secured on his back. it shows how the orange straps tuck over the whole outfit and lead to a dark red and pinstripe blue bag with cog detailing.

joel is giving an indignant pose like he’s complaining. he is wearing a black undershirt that fades out into his light green claws, a pink kimono with only one sleeve of cherry blossom patterns, and a dark grey vest and cherry blossom-patterned obi tie it off. the vest has a cherry blossom crest on the back. joel also has on dark pink pants with a cherry blossom motif on the bottom and on his left arm there’s a bracer with a screen built in. crawling all over the undershirt there are cybernetic patterns connecting joel’s skin through to the undershirt. joel is a tanuki, hence why he has a leaf on his head. around joel are doodles showing the crest on the back of his vest and the pattern on the sleeve.

[mmmairon]

Home was the only place left.

Prints

[ozziyo]

hi i'm joker welcome to jackass

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

Only the most important bits of the dev stream (trust me) with subtitles!

[thesherrinfordfacility]

just when i thought i'd watched every frame of this bloody scene and noticed everything that was there to notice -

im putting this as a video because shitty gif quality will not do this justice at all. so aziraphale starts hovering his hands over crowley's back, right? and then as the cut occurs he actually places them on him? well, my dudes, ive slowed it down, and-

in between, crowley gives the tiniest nod. now, this could just be a small micro-movement on dt's part (and honestly? can't blame him, smashing your whole face against someone else's in a demon's vague approximation of a snog probably would mean any actor needs to regain purchase, right)

but im choosing to believe this was a crowley-ism, an acting/narrative choice; that crowley gave aziraphale permission.