#or both!

[gabe-lovebot]

LISTEN i love the v-models with shutters as eyelids but nothing beats just having their optic wide open the entire time. it's great at making them look either like the bloodthirsty machines they are or like there is not a single thought coursing through their circuits

[leguin]

really funny how the vampire lestat makes lestat seem like the only vampire who knows how to have a good time

[ear-motif]

screw mommy issues or daddy issues were you fetishized and oversexualized as a teen or seen as an infant or a creature that was horribly unfuckable

[asleepinawell]

laha ur athena std is showing

[smokestarrules]

Shin Hati is such a funny character. she gets like 3 lines per episode and they’re either questions or something Definitely Not About Sabine. she has no idea what’s going on at all times. she always looks like she’s in a state of confusion. she’s not even sure why she and her master took this job or what their end goal is, only that she’d follow him anywhere. she doesn’t like witches. she doesn’t like Thrawn. she’s lonely. she wants so desperately to know about the Jedi’s history, to understand the what-ifs of her own life. she envies her master, despite what he went through. she envies knowing how it used to be.

[knight-princess]

Willow was like what if we made a show with a massive emphasis on familial bonds and how they’ll either make you stronger or fuck you up

[the-cookie-of-doom]

Prompt: Chay watching size queen!Kim wreck himself on a big dick (this one is for @snickerdoodlles)

Kim is beautiful. Chay has always thought so, ever since he first discovered Wik making covers on youtube. And really, there’s no time he isn’t absolutely gorgeous, even when he’s coming back disheveled from a fight, or waking up in the morning, delightfully sleep-rumbled. 

And in Chay’s opinion, Kim is the most beautiful when he’s like this, being slowly, carefully taken apart. Preferably at Chay’s hands, but it’s just as good when he’s doing it to himself, too. Chay loves to watch Kim make himself feel good. Loves that Kim will allow himself to feel good. 

“You’re amazing, P’Kim,” Chay breathes, tracking a bead of sweat as it drips down the column of Kim’s throat to pull in the hollow of his collar bones. His entire body is glistening with little salty gems, making him glow in the evening light. 

Beautiful. 

This was supposed to be a challenge. Chay gave up twenty minutes ago and Kim is still going, somehow. 

Experience over enthusiasm, Kim had told him, as he slid down onto a dildo that Chay could feel in his throat. They had matching pairs, competing to see who could take the largest. Chay made it halfway down this one, his thighs shaking, his hole spasming around the girth as he tried to take it all. Meanwhile Kim watched him with a lazy grin as he ground down onto the thing, taking it easily. Chay managed to push himself down another inch, his breath catching in his throat, before he had to haul himself off with a miserable, “I can’t.” 

“It’s alright, love,” Kim told him, drawing Chay into a sweet kiss. He nuzzled Chay’s cheek and murmured, “You can just watch.” 

And now, three sizes up from where Chay had failed, he thinks that losing this match isn’t so bad after all, because Kim is wrecking himself for Chay’s pleasure, and Chay has nothing to distract him from the sheer beauty of it. 

“Like what you see?” Kim asks. He’s panting now. Exhausted, trembling, yet still he rides that monstrous dildo with long, languid thrusts, rolling his hips to the rhythm of whatever slow song is playing now. 

“Y-yeah. Yeah, P’Kim, I like it. I like watching you.” Chay always has, ever since he was fifteen years old and first discovered Wik, and had a lovely sexual-awakening that led him to this very moment, all these years later. He thanked YouTube’s generated recommendations every day. “Can I touch you yet?” 

“No.” Kim closes his eyes, grinding down onto silicone, flexing his hands against the floor. Chay knows if he touches Kim now, he’ll come. He’s been at this too long—almost an hour, not—not to. 

Kim certainly deserves it, a nice reward for his show, but if he’s not ready to stop… well, who is Chay to make him? 

“Okay,” he agrees. 

Kim pushes himself fully to his knees, the dildo sliding out of him with a wet sound. He exhales raggedly, looks up at Chay through his lashes. Chay is already handing him the next one, nice and slick and thick as his wrist. Chay;s own abused hole clenches around nothing as his fingers wrap around it. 

“Thank you,” Kim says, polite, like Chay only handed him a glass of water. 

“Can you take all of it?”

“Mhmm. Easily.” 

A long time ago, Kim promised he would never lie to Chay again. Watching Kim now, the way his thighs tremble as he positions himself above the toy, the way his breath hitches as he forces himself down onto it, Chay decides it doesn’t count as a lie if Kim believes it to be true. 

There’s certainly nothing easy about this. Chay deliberately skipped the next side up, just to watch Kim struggle. He doesn’t know how much longer he can keep this up without touching his lover, so he’s rushing things a little bit. The way Kim’s body shakes is gratifying, too. The flush on his face that spreads down his chest, the hard, tense line of his body as every muscle pulls taught. Chay knows better than to second-guess Kim by now; he’ll be able to take it all. But no, it won’t be easy. 

“Fuck,” Kim groans as he slowly sinks down, inch by inch. He has to stop half way. Chay knows it must be agonizing; gravity working against him, demanding he take a position with better leverage, or else succumb to the heavy pull downwards. It’ll hurt if he just drops his weight onto the thing, forcing it the rest of the way before his body is ready. But his body hurts anyway as the strain gets to him, the tremble in his legs becoming more pronounced. 

Chay begins to doubt Kim can do this after all. Reaches out for him when Kim pushes back up on his knees, takes him by the hips to support him, and Kim opens his eyes to smile at Chay. They’re hazy and fever bright. 

“I’m okay,” he says. He shuffles around, sits himself more upright instead of leaning back on his hands, places them on Chay’s shoulders instead. “Help me?” 

Really, how could Chay refuse such a sweet request? 

“Okay. Okay, P’Kim. Ready?”

“Yes.” It becomes a hiss as Kim lowers himself back down. He spreads his legs more, gasping shallow little breaths as he’s split open on the dildo, and then he meets that resistance again, and Chay pushes—Kim cries out, a strangled falsetto as he sinks down further, and then he collapses into Chay’s chest.

“Kim?” Chay asks softly. His lover is boneless and shaking in his arms, his panting breaths leaving moisture on Chay’s collar beneath his mouth. “Kim, are you okay?” 

“Y-yeah. Yes. Fine. Fuck.” 

“Too much?” Kim shakes his head and clings onto Chay. Chay laughs, feeling Kim shimmy his hips against the toy, and pets his damp hair. “Okay, P’Kim, whatever you say.”

Eventually, after Kim catches his breath, he says, “I can’t move.” 

Help me. The request is clear, and doesn’t bear repeating. 

Chay takes Kim by his slender hips again and lifts him up, pressing in close so they’re chest to chest and he can use his legs instead of his arms, like he’s fucking himself, too, lifting both of them. 

Chay peppers Kim with kisses, pressing them against his jaw and neck. He feels Kim reach between them to stroke his cock, moaning and whimpering. He’s so overstimulated from how long he’s been edging himself. The wet sounds of the dildo in his sopping hole are filthy. 

“I can’t, I can’t,” Kim cries, and collapses again, driving the dildo as deep as it can go. When Chay pulls back he can see Kim blinking back tears. “It’s too much.” 

“That’s okay, P’Kim. Come on, I’ll help you come.” He kisses away the tears on his cheeks and squeezes Kim’s hips, guiding him up and off of the dildo for a final time, and lays Kim gently on the towel-covered floor to recover. He can’t help himself, and reaches down to brush his fingers against Kim’s swollen rim, delighting in the way it clenches around nothing, to used to fully close again. “Oh, P’Kim,” he murmurs. He pushes two fingers inside just the feel the way he spasms around them. 

“Chay.”

“It’s okay, I’ll take care of you.” Chay withdraws his fingers. He wraps them around Kim’s cock instead, loving the way it throbs in his hand, hot and heavy. If Chay wasn’t already so wrecked and sore himself, he would mount Kim himself to feel it inside him, but he can’t. So he brings Kim to orgasm with his hand instead, tight, firm pulls that make him shake and moan until he spills onto his belly. 

Send me horny prompts!

[glitterslag]

thinking so many thoughts about rust saying he spent a month in Paris getting drunk on the steps of montmartre or whatever it was

[ohfugecannada]

Just saw a post by @/mscl*ritea saying drag queens arnt a marginalised group and are “just employees”, while also saying trans is a cult amoung other awful and baffling things after Kevin Bacon voiced support for drag queens on his social media.

Anyway, reblog or reply if you think drag queens are more than just “employees” and deserve a place in the lgbt+ community!

[saltzerland]

🌃 a night outside the temple🌃

gummers

[himemeika]

There's a good reason I don't leave my personal bubble on here

[latinopercy]

Something about percy never getting his mortal teammates names right kinda reminds of mr. D but i'm not sure where to go from that. Either way i hope he never gets better

omg. something about being so wrapped up in your own world you can't connect with the people around you until they're relevant. or just something about assigning 30 names to faces by your second swim meet

[homosociallyyours]

Just got a jumpscare from seeing an Emmie post on my dash lololol. I think it was from her larrie days but like. When i joined this fandom she was at voldemort levels of being hated-- a pariah!! So many posts would indirect her with asterisks only that i had to ask multiple times who tf people were talking about!

And now? She's not even a whisper on the wind!! What newbie would know or care who this person is?? It appears she hasn't even made a post since 2020!

So this is to say that i love this weird fucking fandom that has stayed alive and changed and remained the same in all sorts of funny ways. And I'm glad that we're past the "so-and-so reblogged e****, so they might as well unlarrie already, what a fake" era

[certified-silly-guy]

you get either overreaction or under reaction no in between

[pige0ns]

jesus christ....

[godsprettiestprincess]

Who knows if Sam was transfem before she went into the cage but she sure is now :)