#queue pew

[chickenwithawhy]

I don't care what the truth is, that cat's name is Mr. Fisk and you can't convince me otherwise.

[heartstringgs]

Nora what the fuck

[cc1010fox]

Hound, barging into Thorn's office: UM. UM! Thorn: Um? Thire: Use real words, Hound. Hound: FOX IS CRYING!? Thorn, getting up from his seat immediately: Where is he? Hound: HIS OFFICE. THERE'S A BUNCH OF TROOPERS THERE-- Thire: Sergeant Hound. Hound: U-uh...Sorry. I'm in a panic, you know? I found a bunch of troopers gathered in his office, pouring out of his office, so I went inside to see what was going on. They were all trying to comfort him. Nobody knew what started it. He was just...crying. Thire: This is bad. Fox wouldn't cry in front of his troopers. Thorn: I agree... Thire, after entering Fox's office: Clear out! Thorn, worriedly cradling Fox's face once it's just the three of them: What happened, Fox? Fox, through sobs: I just wanted...five minutes of sleep...Why can't he give me five minutes? Thorn: ...The chancellor? Fox: I c-can't take it anymore...I can't take it... Thorn: Thire... Thire: ...I can get you close to him. Thorn: Thank you. Thire: Just do it right. One shot. I'll take care of the Red Guard at the same time. Fox, unsheathing his blaster and laying it on his desk: ...Use this.

[animatedjen]

Cal Kestis | Jedi Survivor

[wiredelta]

we're playing pathfinder but it doesn't really have anything to do with the clip lmao

Recorded 2/23/24

[all-rock-and-roll-is-homosexual]

The Birthday Party

photographer unknown

[halsinsbiggernaturals]

okay but what happened in the wild dragon age fic. why was it terrible. i'm curious now

okay, SO. i’ve talked about this fic with a few people, but i’d love to share it with the world at large. i had seen art based on a fanfic, but no link to the fanfic, so i reverse searched a bit of the passage to try to find it. i found this random fic on fanfic.net (no idea anyone even used it for dragon age) that had no relation to the original fic, but intrigued me enough i kept reading it.

the basis was that hawke was this evil, horrid, cartoonishly awful blood mage that was a menace to kirkwall, and anyone around her. already a fascinating premise, because how many times do you see hawke portrayed as inarguably in the wrong? like the true antagonist of da2?

it was so interesting to me, and even more so how the companions reacted. no one liked this hawke, she was utterly unlikeable. instead, they banded together and followed after her in order to negate the disasters she left in her wake. hawke was still their rallying point, but instead of hawke keeping their merry band of misfits together by the skin of their teeth, the companions united in spite of her, working together to keep kirkwall safe from hawke.

it was easily the most interesting da2 party dynamic i’ve read about.

additionally, the author portrayed blood magic in a way i hadn’t previously considered. hawke was happy to use other peoples blood, of course, but also heavily relied on her own blood. and it was a detriment to her health. she was described as anemic, pale, scrawny, underfed. i guess it sounds like common sense, but i really hasn’t considered the health risks of constant blood loss when using it for magic. and having their MC be described as so sickly and unhealthy was entirely new.

i would have hailed the author as some kind of writing genius, but something terrible happened:

hawke got better.

she decided she’d had quite enough of accruing the enmity of everyone and their dog (literally, the dog hated her too) and used blood magic to make a spell that would make everyone like her. the backlash caused a entirely foreseeable effect: it made her more likeable.

it was then that i realized that what i had been reading was the prologue, which set up this cartoon villain hawke in order to compare and contrast her to the new, improved hawke, who was sweet and kind and everything the old hawke wasn’t.

i felt like i'd been punk’d.

it’s possible that things get reversed or more interesting later on in the fic, there were plenty of chapters when i stopped. i’d read a few more just in case, but after the author described how eating properly and stopping blood magic had changed hawke's appearance, giving her 'curves in all the right places', i realized this fic was no longer what had captured my interest.

i haven’t been able to relocate it, and i’m afraid it might have been deleted. but it still lives in my head rent free. the greatest bait and switch i was ever subjected to.

[bee-likes-pins]

(credit: found thrifting)

[wanderlust-in-my-soul]

i don't know you but i was scrolling thru the tags on a post and saw your queue tag and it made me hehe out loud with my mouth irl btw. thanks

But for real, I am truly happy my queue tag made you laugh 🤭

Have a very nice day!

[ninbinary]

..years ago (2008?), I had a close friend who passed on, and his spouse had that passage from The Velveteen Rabbit read at the funeral

“too much love” - photo sequence by katja kemnitz

[hellfollowed]

❝ this world’s not for us. ❞  (time to fuck w/ poor Naveen again i fear 😔)

I CHOSE THE LIE

A sort of ringing played in Naveen's ears, one that only grew louder by the second. Call it coincidence, but he's heard these exact words before. Often in hushed breaths against his ear in the middle of the night, or in many voices mingled into one.

Once before it passed another's lips. Back when he thought it meant that they didn't belong to anything else but each other. When he didn't know the truth. Did they all follow the same script? What if he's wrong this time?

He wet his lips, his feet shifted below him. Naveen was better at discerning people now, right? What if he's wrong this time?

"What the fuck..." The sullen male tried so hard not to outright panic. Bandaged fingers brushed the handle of his gun, neatly tucked away in the waist of his jeans, and pressed into his stomach as he eyed Tisha. What if he's not? @icarian-carrion

[themindelectricdemo4]

ok its been a min since i wrote up an art flhasback now i forget where i iwas ....what a DUMMY... *hits my head like a silly little anime girl

[teamfortresstwo]

That . Was . AWESOOOOME .

[lucy-verse]

Why why why did Looney Tunes get rid of Pepe instead of, you know, having him court Penelope in a non-creepy way?

“I’ll touch your cheek / you’ll hold my hand / and only we will understand / not a word need be spoken/ in our language of love”

—-

One of my favorite commissions done for the lovely @LeCatProduction on twitter. I love any excuse to give these two some love. <3

[wiredelta]

Recorded 2/15/24

[kabr0ztrousers]

I fucking love when you do Portals, if you’re not bored already with this topic may i ask another? i’ll be waiting in your queue🥰🫦

Kabr0z Writes episode 92: Communion

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: Portals; freeuse; CNC; religious mentions and ceremony; public sex; exhibitionism;

A/N: I was actually struggling for inspiration today... Whatever would I do to make sure I'm not retreading old ground. Thankfully the algorithm came to my rescue while scrolling for inspiration. Is it blasphemy? It's certainly not respectful.

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These were rapidly becoming your favourite underwear. After the coffee shop? Then that "issue" with tuning them between connections? Best sex of your life. The only issue is, after all that, however would you top it?

That's the question that plagued you as you walked into town. You were wearing your portal undies, because of course you were, but what can a girl do to transgress some social boundaries on a Sunday morning?

Wait. It's a Sunday. The beauty of rural Wales is the massive proportion of churches to people. You barely had to walk half a mile and you found one. Open doors, organ softly playing as the occasional person slid through the front room to the main church. A quick selfie, posted to just the right website along with a freshly-generated session code. A tap, a swipe, and the app locked. Four hours on the clock, that's long enough for a church... Session? Worship? You wondered what the actual verb for attending church is as you took a pew and the bloke in the robe took the pulpit.

God he was boring. Something Jesus, something heaven, something repentance. You were just about to get up and leave when it started. The metal disc in your underwear buzzed insistently, then the portal opened.

For a moment, nothing happened. Cool air passed over your pussy, before being replaced with hot breath. A finger traced your entrance as you sat there, trying not to show off that something was interfering with you. The soft touch was easy to pass off. Sure, whoever this was felt good, but after what you're used to with these, this wasn't hard to hide.

What was harder was when the finger pushed in. Maybe the setting was getting you more hot and bothered than you thought, or maybe you just needed this. The gasp was hard to swallow, especially as another two fingers joined in. The three fingers filled you, turning and angling themselves in ways no lover would be able to without a magic portal fleshlight on the other end. You pulled your phone out of your skirt pocket to check the app, who's connected?

Who else. It's WolfDaddy again. You put the phone back before anyone spotted you. At least, you hoped you did. The sounds of him stirring your cunt were soft, almost drowned out by the droning cleric as he went on and on. He was saying something about interpretation, how sins change over time so some things that might have been sins once, aren't now.

Those fingers curled inside you. You felt yourself blush as you suppressed a twitch in your legs. This was still probably a sin.

You clenched your cunt against those fingers, gently pulsing it to try and send him a message: "fuck me already"

His fingers kept hard at work, rubbing and stroking as your body fought you, trying to gasp and moan, whine and wriggle at the invading digits. You couldn't. All you could do was sit there and drip, feeling your juices flow from you in rivers. He brought you to the very edge, then stopped. The fingers pulled out just as you threatened to crest the peak, letting you slide back down for a minute or two before pushing again. If you got closer, he'd leave you for longer. If he took a little while, you'd get the next edge a little sooner.

You ached so badly by the time the priest was done lecturing. The rest of the church got up and into the aisle, but they weren't leaving. You half-remembered something about sacraments? Eating the body and drinking the blood of God to get closer to him or something?

Sounds kinky.

You got up and joined near the back of the line. The fingers felt you move and withdrew, letting your pussy squeeze in vain. A blunt tip replaced them, pressing gently into you. The first inch slid in, fully hard and leaking that lupine precum all over you. Then he pulled out. Over and over you'd get just enough to get excited, but not enough to get you off. Your whole lower body hurt now. The constant teasing of your leaking, drooling hole was taking its toll on you.

You reached the front of the church. Kneeling in a line before the altar. Maybe kneeling made your body move a certain way? Maybe he could just tell you weren't upright any more. Either way, it earned you another inch. You clenched again, trying to keep a steady rhythm to encourage him. You got another inch. Then another, then another.

The priest was moving down the line. First a small biscuity thing, then a sip from a jewelled cup. One by one the other churchgoers were seen to. Whoever WolfDaddy is, he had a good handle on how long this took.

Six people to go. He fucked you harder. Cock pushing up to the very edge of your cervix. Five people, a pair of fingers joined in, rubbing your clit as you began to squirm. Four, the cock was faster now, hammering into you as the lupine on the other end of the portal rewarded you. Three, you bit your lip. The feeling of climax building in you, coming towards you hard and fast as you dug your nails into your palm

Two, the cock hilted into you. You could feel the knot starting to inflate. One, cum spurted forth, the cock throbbing and twitching as jet after jet flooded into you.

Just you left now.

The pastor said something, you opened your mouth, feeling your eyes want to roll back in your head as you begged a present from church.

"Take this, my body" A flavourless wafer landed on your tongue

"And this, my blood" a sip of acid-tasting wine

"T-thank you father" you stuttered out, mouth watering and body burning. You felt it coming. You looked in his eyes. He could tell. You could see he could tell. You suppressed a scream as you fell off the cliff.

You clenched every muscle to try and stop yourself shaking, tried to suppress a scream of triumphant release, instead it emerged as a long squeaking wait as your jaw slammed shut around it. Your eyes rolled, defocusing until there were two vicars in front of you, then back to one, then two again.

There's no way he didn't see as cum started to leak from you. No way he didn't notice as the portal cut off how suddenly there was a damp puddle where a worshipper was so recently sat. You could smell the cum on you, dripping from your oozing cunt.

You took a seat on the pews again. Reassuring wood to lend you stability. The church cleared. You saw the vicar step into a booth at the other end of the church. Dark wood and varnished to within an inch of its life.

You walked into the other side. A wickerwork screen and a small slot were between you and the man you'd just came in front of.

"F-forgive me father, for I have sinned"

Who knows, you might get more fun out of this yet

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Never fear about requesting a portal fic from me. Easily one of my favourite kinks of all time.

Especially when I get to couple it with monster cocks