#sometimes worsties

[capricioussun]

they’re besties

[kinnbig]

hi i would like to bring your attention to the way big just fucking grabs porsche and then just holds on to him when the grenade is thrown at the casino in episode 7. thank you.

[eff-plays]

i think their haircuts should kiss

[bigdumbbambieyes]

Bonus:

Sorry, Mr. Holloway…

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a fun little collab with @shieldofiron 🥹🤍 i wrote the text and she provided the screenshots and editing!! thank you again!!

[rascal-rose]

this drawing from last night is brought to you by my dad playing dancing queen out loud in the kitchen at 10:30 pm (ignore the jank areas, my eyes were unfocused for a good chunk of this lol)

[pherre]

the doctor and the master will always be the most compelling relationship in doctor who to me. like in nuwho the doctor goes on and on about being the last of their kind and then it turns out they aren't! except the only other timelord out there is their eternal worstie who wants to kill them permanently but also loves them sososo much. meanwhile in classic who they're just like "this is my best friend who Sucks". whats not to love

[sincaraz]

hi! i've been a fan of tennis for a long time but only recently realized there's was a decent sized fandom here on tumblr for it. are there any blogs you'd recommend following?? i'm a nadal, alcaraz, and sinner fan with a soft spot for rune since he's very novak-like haha

okay this is basically going to be a list of all the tennis blogs I currently follow (if I miss someone I’m so so sorry my memory is terrible). some also post other sports or just other things in general

@auger-aliassisime @fedalev @hubillusion @charlitosalcaraz @jean--valswan @schumi-nadal @pain-to-my-auchocolat @andreyrubwehvs @jannlitos @igasaurus @allezassime @igasbagels @naomiosakas @wimbledon2008 @ruudnotto @yanniksin @jaagate @changeofends @thiembweh @elenarybakina @tennisdyke @candlelitutopia @caspersruud @mariasakkaris @tennis-shenanigans @rublenov @anapotapova @kodachromatics @game-set-canet @alcraz @secondserves

this is actually a long list but I think I’ve definitely missed people, if others have recommendations, definitely feel free to add to the list!

[roseworth]

Rose knows who Batman is because a lot of writers seem to not realize what a secret identity is. It's something that really struck me in Task Force Z, where characters would talk to each other like they've read their Wikipedia articles.

FHDSAKJFHASD YEAH sometimes it doesnt bother me when characters actually only have like half a secret identity but??? they know way too much about each other fr

jason doesnt really have a secret identity so i didnt mind people like. knowing his name. but in tfz everyone knew he was the second robin and iirc harvey even mentioned something about him stealing the wheels off the batmobile. like girl how do you know that!!!!!!!!!

i think that comics lost so much when we lost secret identity shenanigans. like there are so few characters that actually have a solid civilian life that we actually see and even then most people in their personal life know about their hero life. like wheres the fun in that!!!!!! where are the antics of juggling a civilian life with your hero life and going out of your way to not be seen without a mask as a hero

[tinydragondreamer]

Library of Ruina AKA Lol Get Booked Idiots.

I made this real quick to satiate my ever-growing list of dumb project moon ideas i cook up in my brain rot. It's to hopefully keep the guilt of not finishing things at bay, so that I don't get overwhelmed by the WIP monster.

hopefully "a wolf in judgement bird's clothing" gets finished next!!!

[katyspersonal]

Seluvis for character ask! >:D

(From this ( x ) ask meme)

First impression: Wow, this guy is a TOTAL creep! This specific snobby, arrogant aura also makes him even MORE British than his accent! xD Also his face data looks like that one guy who """accidentally""" touches women in weird places in the crowded bus :/ You know, THAT one guy. He has really good voice acting though, and his pretentious, arrogant manner of talking is cute.... oh no 😳

Impression now: I still think he has the sexiest voice acting in the entire game, I am slightly less obsessed with him by now but if given the reason, I can write essays simply analyzing his character and making suggestions about his personality, backstory and what-if scenarios with other characters! He is just so goddamn fun to rotate in my mind. (And yeahhh well, I really really really love wizard aesthetic. Sorry guys, Willem will always be more thicc than Gehrman could EVER.)

Favorite moment: As great as his descent into mania was, I simply love the transition from being cold, condescending and mean with us to getting warmer with us because he "hadn't had an apprentice for a while"... It becomes painfully obvious that he admires himself so much because no one else ever would, and I am just such a sucker for mean character showing that secret gentle side. Like.. He needs approval and attention just like every other human being, this is a sweet moment x)

Idea for a story: I actually didn't think of scenarios all that much. However, I did have a guilty daydreaming period about an OC that was his apprentice, but she was showing a lot more creativity, intellect and talent than he'd teach her, and it started to seriously wound his ego. So he'd like, start to belittle her ideas and discoveries, try to gaslight her into thinking her inventions were dumb and he knew better, and in the end just... send her to get him some stuff that doesn't exist (as means to never see her again). I don't know enough about the lore to tell whether she is out there still or no, and yes, awful pettiness, I know. It is less a story and more deep dive into his insecurity and narcissism by using an abstract other person for a display.

Unpopular opinion: As much as I like to joke about him being sexist, in the end, I don't REALLY think that. He makes male puppets too, you know. xD Basically, he will be a creep to ANYONE, regardless of gender. Bi/Pan representation we deserve ;-; xDDDD :')

Favorite relationship: Him and Sellen really deserve each other tbh. I do not mean it like in a ship way; Seluvis is uhhh...... well, a simp in such a way that he doesn't deserve a chance, to say the least, and Sellen seems to be completely disinterested in relationship period because studying cosmos just takes her ENTIRE focus. But I mean like, a mix of rivalry (he is with the Carians and she is with the primevial current) and actually helping each other with crimes x) They share more in common than meets the eye! And both have foolish plans going against Ranni of all people, like the overly-confident idiots that they are ;-;

Favorite headcanon: He feels exact proximity with the puppets as what he says! Starlight Shards that "control fate of humans" are used to make his potion, so naturally, drinking his potion binds the person's fate with him (or with someone else, depends on what he's doing). It is, well... incredibly intimate experience on its own, but he perceives it much deeper than just creating servants. He is desperate for human bonds, but his snarky narcissistic personality makes him not be liked by anyone with their free will unaffected. :(

[asteralien]

look it took me a while to come round to astarion but there is something about the scene where he's just standing in the sun that kind of got me after i've spent the entirety of this spring, rain or shine, staring and reveling in the trees and the plants around me, like i haven't seen the color green in years because in a lot of ways i haven't, i had gone blind to my favorite color because it Didn't Matter, i hadn't realized how deep depression had been holding me under for years until march when the woods i've lived in since i was 8 have suddenly become brand new to me. and it's not like i'm dancing around joyously or anything, it's not made me some kind of positive upbeat optimism fairy, it's made me angry if i think about it too long, so i've just been trying not to think about it and just be, not try to be happy or optimistic or hopeful but just appreciative. and. idk. i think i kind of Get It. he's never going to be my very favorite but man. i would like to stand in the sun with him sometimes

[eff-plays]

Thinking abt ... Critter again ...

Hiraeth being forced into the role of the "boring parent" because Astarion keeps giving a toddler knives.

[hirokiyuu]

actually i do have one post in me tonight. ever think about how vace definitely is super into sol no matter what timeline. this is about enemies to lovers and how he shows sol his room in his 50 and how if sol isn't the person who goes to talk to him abt his anger issues he literally doesnt change. like. whether its platonic or romantic that u read that as the fact is vace has a lot of weird feelings abt sol and its soooo good

[partywithponies]

So funny when anti-kink people are like "you're all FREAKS if you can't enjoy sex without HITTING or BEING HIT or FEELING OR INFLICTING PAIN"

Like, first off, why are you so mad about sex other people are having without you? Bit weird. Maybe go and have some non-kinky sex of your own if it's that big of a deal to you.

And second off, what is it with anti-kink anti-horny types and thinking BDSM is the be all and end all of what kinks and fetishes are? Like, I hate to break this to you my guy, but most people with kinks or fetishes are just really into piss or feet or balloons or something.

[saviolum-sanguineus]

smoke rings and sugar

he meets her in winter and decides to keep her for the warmth. or: how taran teaches his new plaything to smoke. ost: strawberries and cigarettes (troye sivan)

tw: etoni.

He's decently sure that she'd jump off a cliff if he promised to buy her sweets after, but Taran has to admit that he's more impressed with his unanticipated Aixoisi find than he'd anticipated.

She's a fast learner, eager to please in return for a few easy promises and praise, and she fits stunningly under Taran's arm once polished. He glances at her sleeping form sprawled out over the inn bed and indulges himself in the memory of how sweetly she'd sucked at his fingers for praise that morning, how pliant she'd been to his little game of showing her a new kind of dance to entertain themselves with in the warm theatre of laundered sheets.

She'd danced on her feet for him before falling asleep too, eyes alight and earnest as she demonstrated some new step or another, before he'd coaxed her into a more mutually interactive method of tiring herself out. Taran runs a hand lightly over the mess of red curls spilling over the pillows, his fingertips trailing onto Ember's back. Her skin is soft, warm and slightly damp from washing up; she smells of faintly of flowers beneath the soap, and Taran vaguely recalls the quaint little sachets of dried wildflower petals he'd found under the pillow the first time she'd shared a bed with him.

She stirs slightly, skin pulling into gooseflesh at being exposed to the chill of the room; Taran lays a palm flat over her arm to keep her from getting too cold while he watches a wave of tautness ripple over her from shoulder to stomach like pebbles washing up in shallow tide. The sight pleases him, even more so with the intoxicating tang of salt-citrus smoke from his cigarette to accompany it. Smoke billows from his plush exhale and glitters silvery in the air as her eyes flutter open and she squints blearily at him.

“Taran? ‘S cold, come under the covers,” she says. Her accent rolls the words like grain in wind; it's endearing in its provinciality, the same kind of charm that her neatly pinned braids and coy pleasure at playacting glamour hold.

He gently moves her arm when she goes to cover herself, placing it comfortably over his own stomach instead as he slips into the bed. She nuzzles up to him without hesitation and he smiles around the glowing ember he takes a drag from. She isn't entirely guileless, but what innocence she does have is refreshing.

“Thought you were asleep, Ember,” he says around another glittering puff of silver.

She pouts, nudging at him with a calloused finger. “Esme now, remember?”

“Yes, right, Esme. Slip of the tongue—you do inspire so many of those, kitten.”

Her cheeks flush and her ears twitch, silky against his hand when he pets her. Taran grins around his cigarette and lets his hand travel lower, pausing in its journey at her shoulders to pull her closer so he can feel the ripe fruit sweetness of her warmth pressed along his side.

“Why do you always smoke, after?” she asks after a moment, voice muffled slightly from where her face is pressed into his side. Her magic thrums under his fingertips. His mouth waters at the thought of sinking into her and siphoning that ginger-spiced gold into himself, soothing the curious emptiness at the base of his mind.

He shrugs. “It feels nice. Relaxing.”

“Oh.” She's oddly tense under his hand, but he can feel her relaxing slightly when he tips her face up to look at him, one cheek cupped in his palm.

“Here, try. I'll teach you how.”

Hesitation sprawls over her face, but she doesn't protest as he helps her sit up. Taran thumbs her lower lip and Esme's mouth opens automatically, though he has to correct her freshly-formed habit of letting her tongue curl out as well.

“Good girl—but this time you don't need to use your tongue,” he tells her as he plucks the cigarette deftly from between his lips and slides it into place at Esme's mouth. “Hold it between your lips, not your teeth. And then inhale through your mouth. Just a little breath at first, that's it. Now hold it for a second. You feel how it fills your lungs up, gets you that nice tingly buzz feeling?”

She does beautifully, eyes half-lidded and lips lax, for all of two seconds before Esme pulls away coughing, delicate chest rattling with how hard she's hacking up broken puffs of smoke.

Taran laughs and rubs her back, replacing the cigarette in his own mouth.

“It feels like choking,” she complains, wiping her mouth with the back of one hand and pulling a face. “I don't think I like it.”

Taran smiles indulgently and purses his lips to blow out a ring of smoke. Gold eyes track its movement, following it from the precise curl of his tongue through the air until it dissipates against the inn’s rafters. “It'll feel better the more you practice,” he says. “Just like everything else.”

She doesn't look convinced, but she nods with a little grumble. His eyes drift down to the soft curve of her waist, framed ever so temptingly by the drape of the blanket and the blurry-edged shadow of her hips below.

“Let's get some more practice in now,” Taran purrs, his voice dropping low like the kisses he brushes along his new favorite's cheek. “We'll be in the capital soon and I want to make sure you know how to feel your best before we are.”

She's silent for a moment but pliant as ever before his lips coax a whine from her throat, his hands a tremble from her thigh. Her face colours, blooming streaky red like the cherries and cream she'd devoured for dessert earlier, before he'd had her for his.

Taran smiles as he sinks two fingers into her, thumb massaging her into slickness just above. “So pretty, kitten. You’re doing so well for me.”

Her magic melts like sugar on his tongue when she comes.

[pantoranqira]

Like... okay I KNEW Guy had brain damage. Like I've read (some) JLI I've seen him hit his head so hard his personality totally changes (twice, although apparently this has happened WAY more than twice) but somehow (SOMEHOW) it's worse than I expected??????? He's just constantly getting hit on the head???? Like twice per issue???? And with his backstory too it's literally a thing like has this man gone any significant stretch of time in his life without constant head trauma????? No????????