#please let me out of this prison

[wildepotato]

What if we are dating and instead of falling in love I just force you to watch ever version on the internet of Harold Ramis climbing over the desk and ask you why it is in some he is called Harold and others he is Moe Green.

[sadandgeek]

whoever taught Jake bot to talk like the have you ever had a dream meme kid I hate you

[moraysoiree]

heels

Awestruck, Rook wraps his arms around your body, enjoying every second of you looking down onto him from above, just like you should. Perhaps he would very much prefer to be at your feet at all times, conquered, vanquished, and powerless.

characters: Rook Hunt x gn!reader tags: smut, dom!reader, reader is shorter than Rook, gn!reader ('reine' – french for 'queen' is used), clothed sex, heels, biting, mentions of blood, slight humiliation word count: 1354

Halloween is the busiest time of year, and most important in terms of boosting the prestige of your alma mater, too. All the more reason to spare no effort in preparation. And so you do, making sure to look your best in the vampire getup Pomefiore have chosen this year. The last touch to your look being the highest heels you could find in Vil’s wardrobe, the deadly and imposing creature of the night image is designed to inspire the basest of fears in the onlooker and pin them to the ground for the taking. And you get the chance to see it in action rather quickly, with your lover as lab rabbit, no less.

As you enter the still empty Hall of Mirrors, the first one to notice you is Rook. He freezes completely right in the midst of a conversation, staring at your form as you approach him, making it more and more obvious that your heels give the usually much shorter you a rare opportunity to tower over him. His conversation partner long gone (everybody knows how insufferable you two are together and prefers to avoid those displays to the best of their ability), Rook comes closer to you, admiration written all over his face as plain as black ink on white paper. ‘Mon amour,’ he takes your hand to his lips and presses a kiss, looking up at you in reverence, ‘Your radiance is most blinding today.’ His eyes travel up and down your body, soaking in this new position you two find yourselves in. ‘Had I known high heels would impress you so, I would’ve worn them much sooner,’ you giggle. ‘Nothing is ever to escape your attention, as expected of the possessor of my heart,’ he laments at being discovered so easily, but you stop him with a finger to his lips. ‘Meet me in the sideroom in an hour,’ and you’re gone with a quick kiss on his cheek, leaving him longing and yearning for your withdrawing presence.

Awestruck, Rook wraps his arms around your body, enjoying every second of you looking down onto him from above, just like you should. Perhaps he would very much prefer to be at your feet at all times, conquered, vanquished, and powerless. ‘You are positively enchanting today, mon amour. I feel like I would do anything under this mesmeric gaze.’

You are stricken with a curious idea at that declaration. ‘Anything at all?’ you question, all but baring your teeth in a carnivorous smile. ‘Anything, ma reine’, he echoes and kisses a lock of your hair gently, as if to underscore his intent. It takes you a lot not to let out a chuckle of anticipation for what’s to come next.

‘Kneel,’ your voice is firm and leaves no room for debate. Not that there would be any, really, with the way Rook’s eyes widen a bit, laying his emotions to you out on a plate. He processes the order, his eyes crease in delight. Without a word, he complies, slowly descending before you as his hand finds the slit of your dress and slides up your leg. His gaze unfalteringly fixed on yours, Rook kisses your thigh time after time, leaving black lipstick marks all over. His eyes are deep and hungry, you’ve ever seen him look like that at you – as if you are the most fascinating and delicate songbird an archer could lay his gaze upon. And this archer, as of now, is caught in the headlights and at the edge of the arrow you are pointing at him.

With a smile, you tangle your fingers in his hair and tug, making him fall back a little in surprise. It’s painfully obvious how much this little game of cat and mouse is affecting him. Rook’s expression becomes a tiny bit frenzied in agitation, you know this look to emerge a short moment before he loses control. ‘Uh-huh,’ you chide. ‘Was it not you who said he would do anything for sa reine?’ His face falls theatrically and he throws his hands in the air in defeat, ‘I beg you to pardon my frivolities, but however am I expected to stay still when overwhelmed with such all-consuming beauty? Will you grace this lowly servant with your forgiveness, votre majesté?’ You giggle. ‘I will, for I am a kind ruler,’ you catch yourself thinking that that just now has sounded like a very poor impression of Crowley, but throw this annoying face (or mask, actually) out of your head immediately. ‘Now, how shall my chevalier repent, I wonder,’ you hum. Then your eyes sparkle, and you put your heel onto Rook’s chest, making him fall back even further as he caresses your calf and lowers his head to leave kisses there, too. The way he holds your shin is nothing short of a person holding the most exquisite of treasures, worshipping every inch of your skin with his lips.

His face is thoroughly flushed, and the hooded eyes, fixed on yours with an overflowing desire, leave little to imagination. ‘My, what a peculiar hunter! How he enjoys being driven into the corner,’ you drawl as you slide your leg down to a very telling bulge in his pants. ‘What an unusual display.’ His breath hitches when you press down, fingers tightening around your ankle. ‘Ma reine claims to be merciful, only to mock her poor servant so’, he sighs and shakes his head in fake dejection. You ignore his jests, silently lower onto his lap and push him down by the shoulders, still meeting no resistance whatsoever. You feel Rook grasp your waist with his hands desperately, but don’t break eye contact even for a moment, as you know that your prey will leap onto you the second you lose vigilance. You wrap your hand around his neck and close the distance between your faces, kissing his jawline. ‘Look at you, completely at my mercy now.’ ‘And wouldn’t have it any other way, mon amour,’ Rook whispers, not even trying to hide how he revels in this defeat. You tighten your hand on his neck, and snake the other one between you to cup his dick through the clothes. ‘Tell me?’, you urge him playfully. ‘You are the most fascinating creature to ever grace the lands of this world,’ he manages in a shaky voice as you continue stroking him through the velvety fabric of the fancy vampire costume. He looks the most breathtaking like this, elegant and strong yet still overpowered and bound to your will of his own volition. ‘Were you a wild savannah beast, I would gladly be devoured by your razor-sharp canines and torn by your knife-like claws, if only to surrender to your majestic beauty one last time and quench your bloodthirst,’ white-hot wave engulfs your mind and you clutch his dick harder, letting go of the neck just to yank his head back by the hair and clamp your teeth down on the tender skin so hard as if drawing blood is truly what you intend to do. He comes with a moan, and you keep stroking him through the aftershocks without unclenching your jaws. Only after you feel Rook still do you stop and raise your head to look at him.

The sight awaiting you is gratifying: ragged breaths escaping his chest, parted lips with smudged black lipstick, and, all the more thrilling, the delirious and disoriented look in his half-lidded eyes – it satisfies your hunger better than any hearty meal ever could. You leave a tender kiss on his forehead and get up, leaving Rook down on the floor beneath you, motionless and utterly ruined. You plant your heels on both sides of his head and look down, making sure to commit this sight to memory. ‘Come on, mon petit lapin, it’s high time we got back to work,’ your right shoe nudges his cheek softly and you leave, the clacking of your heels thinning out as you exit the room. Paralyzed, Rook moves no muscle in his body, his glassy eyes just boring the ceiling with a thousand-yard stare.

‘Beauté…’

[byfulcrums]

Something I love about ATLA is that it doesn't force the "forgive the villain" on all the characters. It's been left clear that Ozai is a bad person, and there's no chance of redemption; the only reason he's not dead yet is because Aang is a pacifist

The one episode where a character is supposed to forgive someone who has hurt them in the past is the one where Katara is off to kill a man (which, fair) and Zuko helps. In that episode, even if Aang is telling her to let go, she doesn't forgive him. She never will. But she spares him. Not because she thinks he doesn't deserve death (he does), but because she's not willing to continue the cycle of violence

Killing someone can have a very important impact in your entire being, mostly depending on who you are as a person. Aang would've never recovered from killing Ozai. Katara wouldn't be who she is now, had she taken her revenge on the man that killed her mother

And the best part of it is that Ozai doesn't deserve to die. Not in a "I'm defending him" way (ew), but in a "he deserves worse that than" way

Taking away his bending was the perfect punishment for him. He believed bending made you superior and he never cared enough to train something besides his bending. What a loser. Zuko and Azula wouldn't be restrained by something like that

He's alive. Nobody has forgiven him. Nobody ever will

[thevinsmokerlaw]

I'm too late...

Let me just say that I regret not watching Kuroko's Basketball because I could've started this amazing anime 9 YEARS AGO. LITERALLY NINE YEARS AGO. I'm that late to the point this fandom is pretty much, more or less, dead. I've been trying to look for acc for KNB fics and I'm barely finding any and I'm just dying inside from how I need more KNB content cuz I'm nearly done with this anime already like why??? I want more wholesome GoM moments, more Kuroko moments (pls he's underrated ever since Akashi showed up, but I still love Akashi fr like who can hate him esp. when he's voiced by HIROSHI KAMIYA), and just I need more of this amazing anime.

I really dislike that feeling when you get into a fandom with the anime being binged easily within weeks along with scarce fics about the anime, and you're just there wanting more but it ended years ago. *sighs* This makes me want to rewatch Haikyuu again because that fandom is thriving amazingly, but I'm just so sad my journey with KNB is gonna end so quickly after all those amazing hype moments and the good animations too (lets not forget Aomine vs Kagami pls).

LOOK AT THEM! PRECIOUS AGHHHH

[steakout-05]

(hi steakout from the future. before this post starts you gotta know this post was made at 1 in the morning. i was very tired. this was my live reaction to this video being uploaded. please enjoy my frenzied screaming and horrific misspellings.)

IM!N!!! iM IM SCREAKING?M???? BHUH HHBUH??????

I'M GOg TO VIOMENTLY EXPLODE!?!??!??? CROAG!N?N?????? helP?????

[grimmjowjaegerjaquez]

when youre trying to live alone out in your field lab but then these two yahoos follow you out there and now they wont leave????

[saintlesbian]

as for the rest of the ep…

Chalynn truthers we won. we fucking won 🍾🍾🍾

Lois trying to talk Ned into making peace w/ Michael and Drew sounds REAL funny knowing that drew and Michael r still planning on pushing him out of ELQ again. fuck those two forever actually, y’all can make peace in hell

speaking of drewfus, I wish I could be glad he’s leaving but it’s not for very long and crew is gonna be annoying abt it I’m sure. this version of drew is such a shell of himself that anytime hes brought up I just feel disgusted 😖

I’m getting tired of Sonny bringing up Carly when talking to nina it just feels WEIRD… I really don’t wanna see a Carson reunion but it’s starting to feel like the pikeman/cyrus bs might end up being the catalyst for one… sonaritas should we be worried. 😟

also Tolly agreeing to use krissy as the surrogate… wasn’t there literally a whole argument against doing this months back that resulted in tolly icing krissy out for several weeks…? once again I must assert this whole surrogate storyline is a load of barnacles

[crimeronan]

It’s hilarious to imagine Eda grumbling while Raine waits to hear how it went.

Eda: She’s not… too bad

Raine: I TOLD YOU SO. Now help me break her out of there. Also add the blight kid and the golden guard to the mix

Eda: …why do I like you

KLDKFJSLKD. TRULY TRULY TRULY

eda's like "she's..... nice. i don't like that she's nice" and raine is like "you're telling me. i've never met a kid who needs to go more apeshit in my Life,"

[frostwork]

Sick and tired of sprinting around lost and confused looking for these damn bugs so Worcestershire Sauce can level up what does he need them for? Freak

[jurispotence]

(with gritted teeth) gonna be femininemaxxing this week 😁👍

[bidaryl]

the thing about twd fic dying off around s6/s7 is that plot lines and characters beyond that are barely incorporated and included so now we're forever stuck reading about fucking negan being the biggest baddest killer to ever walk the earth and the whisperers and reapers and governors are left in the dust. for once i just wanna read about negan being the Alexandria Outcast: Hated By Most, Needed By Some, and let alpha or the fucking commonwealth be the monster at the end of the story. please

[deliciouskeys]

Zinc Molybdate is now complete

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41531043/chapters/104160903

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Billy Butcher/The Homelander | John

Tags:Violence, Confinement, Loss of Powers, Physical Abuse, Imprisonment, Bondage, Slow Burn, Forced Cohabitation, taming, Discipline, Dubious Consent, Accidental Bonding, Homelander Whump, Blindfolds, Sensory Deprivation, Handcuffs, enemies to enemies with benefits, Enemies to Lovers, A dash of Stockholm Syndrome, enemies to lovers to maybe friends but it’s under duress and not healthy

Completed: 2022-12-11 

Words: 40k 

Chapters: 9/9

Illustrations from some awesome people:

https://vanshoundd.tumblr.com/post/703283324701081600/zinc-molybdate-fanart-for-lexyhamilton

[puppetlooselystrung]

how much avoidance tendencies is too much avoidance tendencies cause this shit is RUINING my life

[splashporpoise]

every day I check my tumblr and my messages are still gone :(

[dazais-guardian-angel]

Today is Bungou Stray Dogs’ 10th anniversary.

It’s hard to put into words just how much this series means to me. I don’t have any elaborate, deep story to tell as to why; there is no one character I heavily relate to more than the others, and there wasn’t a particularly hard time in my life it got me through or anything. But BSD is at the core of my most nostalgic memories with fandom, with online friends I made years ago -- many, many happy memories I have of watching the anime in 2016 (which was my introduction to the series), gushing about it, laughing about it, crying about it, discussing it for hours on end, and writing about it. There are many other manga and anime that I love dearly, some even almost as much as it, but none of them have ever been able to reach or surpass BSD for me, even if some of them I would probably call technically better written overall. Its unique style, unique beauty, aesthetic, such bizarre wackiness it has while at the same time carrying so much heart, and its nuanced, raw, and poignant handling of such delicate and realistic subject matter simply make it unlike anything else I have ever seen -- BSD is so unabashedly itself, and you will never find anything else like it. It was written as a love letter to stories by an author who deeply appreciates and was inspired by literature himself, and as someone who is enamored with fiction as well, I can feel every ounce of love and care that Kafka Asagiri puts into his story and these characters, and I adore nearly each and every one of them.

Since the first two seasons of the anime aired and since I first got into it, BSD has had over 100 manga chapters, multiple light novels, multiple stage adaptations, two movies, multiple spinoff series, a mobile game, and the story has gone in directions I never could have imagined years ago, and I’m still here following it all, even after six years. Even as I dip into other obsessions and my BSD fixation temporarily fades, I always, always come back, because it feels like home to me -- hell, I love it so much that I even made an entire visual novel out of Dazai Osamu and the Dark Era, my comfort arc(? lol), out of all the projects I could come up with. It truly is so special to me, in ways I can’t even describe, and I’m constantly rediscovering new things about the series and the characters, and bonding with friends closer over it. It may not be perfect (but nothing is), but I’m still on this wild ride, and I have absolutely no intention of getting off until we reach the finish line, no matter how long that takes. In the meantime, I’m so excited to see how the franchise will grow even more, and I dearly hope that more people will discover it, because despite the fairly sizeable fandom, BSD is still terribly underrated, and deserves to be so much more appreciated, for the masterpiece that it truly is.

Here’s to ten more years. Here’s to the Stray Dogs~ 🥃🥂💖