#thanks for sending this 💕

[sdktrs12]

MOVIE REC GAME | @rocknghorss asked: 21. a film with a great needle drop/soundtrack/score

Cruel Intentions (1999) dir. Roger Kumble | music by Ed Shearmur [⭐︎]

[wolfclad]

[ PUSH ]:     the sender gently pushes the receiver back to lie down so they can check them properly for injuries.

Her hand, cool and unsure at first, found the centre of his chest. With gentle insistence and without force, she pushed – guided not by will, but by worry, or something older and far more frightening.

Tenderness.

Farkas let her.

Perhaps he ought to have resisted, should have growled or scoffed or shaken her off with some gruff but well-meant remark. Instead, something in him went still at the touch, some marrow-deep quiet unfolding beneath her fingers. The bothy, shuttered against the storm outside, suddenly felt too small for breath. His back met the borrowed furs with a soft thud, the last of his strength exhaled from him.

Miriam leaned over him then and he caught the scent of the wild on her – pine needles, blood, the memory of frost. Her hair fell around them like a curtain of shadow, and in the dim he glimpsed her throat, pale and bare, trembling faintly with breath. Although he had tried to ignore them, the wounds throbbed now in the heat she stirred, in the closeness of her, in the way her eyes did not flinch from the sight of him torn open.

He had bled before. By blades and claws and the steel teeth of men who mistook honour for hatred had all exacted their pound of flesh. But her hands – when they passed over his ribs and smeared through drying blood – were something else entirely. There was no fear in them, only sorrow and something perilously close to devotion.

Farkas watched her through half-lidded eyes, as though she were some mirage conjured in the snow-bound dark. Her silence was not emptiness, it was a kind of listening, and his body yielded to her touch. The grit of his jaw slackened, his hand – battered and broad – rose only to rest lightly over hers.

“I’ve had worse, girl,” he muttered, voice gravel-coarse. “But it’s different… when someone sees it.”

Outside, the trees moaned like long-dead wolves.

Perhaps it was the sound that brought Vilkas to mind. Vilkas, whose fury had left those bites beneath Farkas’ collarbone, those clawmarks across his flanks. A fight neither had wanted, but both had needed, brief and savage as a summer-born storm. Vilkas had not said her name, but she had been there between them like a blade unsheathed. Miriam – wild, half-lost to her wolf-shape. Hers was a kind of chaos Vilkas would never abide.

But Farkas had made his choice.

His choice hovered above him now, tending his wounds in silence.

[swordluck]

≻ what is your muse's most transformative experience ?

Surviving the horrors of the Cathedral of the Deep and witnessing its atrocities was, in itself, Anri’s most transformative experience. It deepened her resolve to protect the innocent and solidified her gentle, empathetic nature despite the cruelty she endured. It also motivated her to seek justice and revenge, once it was apparent rescue and protection were beyond her reach.

One such searing moment, one that stained her indelibly, which was the morning she and Cordelia were tasked with giving Saint Aldrich his bed bath.

They had done this before. A basin of warm, perfumed water – rosewater, thickened with something sweet to mask his putrefying stink – sat on a wheeled table beside them. They worked in careful, measured silence, washing between the saint’s folds, dabbing at the weeping sores where his own body rotted from the inside out. The floral perfume did little to hide the stink of meat left too long in the sun.

Then, in a blink, Aldrich lunged.

Anri flinched. She heard Cordelia’s gasp – rabbit-soft, stunned – before instinct took hold, before she bolted backward, knocking into the wash table. The basin tipped. Warm, soapy water flooded the floor as she fell hard, breath punched from her chest. She scrambled to rise but made the wrong choice. Instead of running for the door, she rolled under the bed.

There, she stayed.

There, she listened to Cordelia being consumed.

The mattress above her grew dark and heavy with blood, the scent of roses drowned beneath the iron sting of it, mixing with the spilled water in a growing pool. It felt like an eternity before Aldrich finally moved, before a massive, sticky hand gripped her ankle and dragged her out.

She did not fight. She did not scream. She only obeyed.

She fetched fresh water. She washed him again, this time wiping away Cordelia’s blood instead of pus and rot. She powdered his swollen skin. She helped dress him, hands trembling, all while keeping her eyes averted from the hollowed-out husk of her friend – Cordelia’s white shift stained crimson-black, her skin and strawberry-blonde hair limp, empty as a pomegranate rind on the bed.

Anri never spoke of it. Never allowed herself to grieve. She pocketed two of Cordelia’s tiny fingers, and buried them.

One moment of horror among many. Outside of the day Aldrich bit her, this was perhaps the closest Anri came to being devoured. It cracked something in her foundation, it drenched her in guilt, it whispered that, if she stayed, she too would be carved empty by the saint’s teeth or eaten wholly.

[herewegobebe]

♡ ⋆₊⋆⁺⋆ Happy SHINee 16th Anniversary ⋆⁺⋆₊⋆ ♡

[quins-makeshift-menagerie]

Y’all ain’t gonna BELIEVE what happened

[just-some-user-hunny]

soft yandere nikto who makes subtle changes here and there, harmless things. the police couldn’t, wouldn’t do anything about the ominous sticky notes littered around the house - change the locks, they said. can’t really charge someone for writing sweet lil nothings and leaving them for you to read

then it got worse. woke up one day to mystery money transfers in your bank account or your damn laundry was done and hanging out to dry but you don’t remember… finishing up that chore, hmm… could’ve sworn the fridge was empty but oop! chock full of groceries, …is that a heart?

This whole concept reminds me of @xzaddyzanakinx fic about ghost-face anakin, and omg yes please do check it out its literally this premise! (it is a yandere dark fic, so keep that in mind, but I'd check it out if that's something you're interested in! It's extremely well written and fun to read)

Also tw for mentioned human heart at the end!!

It's the buildup for me. Everything falls into place far too well, to the point you can't blame it on coincidences and good luck or bad memory anymore.

Like yeah you absentmindedly reblogged that money manifestion post on your account without thinking about it, and now you have another 600 appear out of nowhere in your account? Must have been really good luck! But then it keeps happening more and more often, to the point it's weekly and you can't find an explanation anymore.

Or chores being done around the house. You start to think maybe you're losing your mind a little when you find your bed made with fresh sheets, and your old ones tumbling around in the dryer when you don't recall doing any of that yourself.

And you swear you doing remember buying a pig heart from the butchers. You only buy bacon from there... So why the hell is there a raw bloodied heart sitting in your fridge? Has someone put that there? The same person who has been filling your bank account and doing your mundane chores?

You're not sure what to do, other than stand barefoot in your kitchen adorned in lounge clothes and a half-drunk mug of tea clasped between your palms in fright. Unaware of the daunting figure outside peering through your kitchen window with his night vision headset, his gaze intense and dark and confused.

Didn't he like what they caught for you? He carved it out of that man's ribs that very evening. The same man who had been following you home after your shifts from work, a drunkard mechanic who worked next door from yours and was getting too threatening for Andre's comfort.

He took care of it. Allow him to shower you in tokens of his devotion. Isn't he such a good guard dog?

[aphroditaeon]

does Levi’s underwear know how lucky it is 😒

[yakny]

COME ON BABY, DON'T FEAR THE REAPER

[pfhwrittes]

ripped straight from the dms with @femalefemur (thank u cyn my beloved)

best friend!johnny mactavish x gender neutral!reader thoughts below...

tw: alcohol mention, pining like whoa, little bit of jealousy, johnny being a possessive little shit, allusions to off-screen sex, fluff, "bonnie" used as a pet name.

unedited and written straight into the drafts for a rush of adrenaline. intended to be gender neutral reader but i may have slipped up somewhere!

word count: 777 words

just thinking about how you and johnny are practically attached at the hip.

he's constantly over your place for takeaways and bad telly or he's dragging you out to clamber up some hill or through a national trust park "for the fresh air, bonnie!"

johnny sends you endless voice notes talking about his day, about the mischief he's gotten up to with kyle or how simon had run him ragged at the gym. in return you send him silly memes or links to tiktok trends and your own rambling voice notes complaining about how your favourite contestant had been eliminated from the silly reality show you'd been watching.

your camera roll is filled with shirtless sweaty gym pics from where they'd saved automatically from your messages. his camera roll is full of answering photos of you half awake and mugging for the camera from the comfort of your bed, your hair a mess and pillow creases on your face.

just thinking about how both of you are super tactile with each other. you mindlessly play with his hair when you're sat next to him at the pub, squished up on one side of the booth opposite simon and kyle. johnny slings his arm around your shoulders and watches the way you gesticulate as you bicker with simon. (neither of you notice kyle's glances between the two of you or catch the sneaky fist bump with simon as a wager is placed when you and johhny come back from the bar with a fresh round for everyone)

just thinking about how your stomach sinks a little bit and how your smile feels brittle every time johnny tells you he's met someone. it's a little bit harder than normal to enjoy johnny's presence when you have to share it with the woman he's seeing but you try anyway. you try not to be "that friend", you try to keep the anecdotes about past nights out or silly stories that only you and johnny know to a minimum. you pull away a little bit from all the usual casual touches you'd normally lean into, aware that her eyes are on you. and you don't want to ruin your friend's happiness with someone else, you really don't, even when you feel your lips twitch with a tiny involuntary frown when he kisses her in front of you.

i'm just thinking about how the people johnny date don't seem to stick around for long after they've met you. you ask him about it once when you're slumped together on your sofa, something lighthearted and daft playing on tv in the background. johnny just shrugs and says something about how they wanted different things (because there's no way he's telling you that his latest ex screamed in his face about how it was so fucking obvious that he was in love with you, even as he denied it and said that you were just good friends).

i'm thinking about what would happen if you started to see someone casually and johnny asks to meet them. how unlike you when you meet his dates, he seems to dial up the friendly touches. he dominates the conversation with stories that always end with "remember that, bonnie?" and a wicked grin. he even pulls up a video of him hitting a new personal record for his hip thrusts at the gym and mean mugs the shit out of your date as you watch the video and praise him for his hard work.

i'm thinking about how you'd pop to the bathroom at some point and by the time you come back your date is gone and johnny's shrugging it off like its no big deal. and yeah, you're a little bit disappointed but johnny comes back to your place with you and settles onto the sofa like he belongs there, leaning up against your side all solid and dependable and quintessentially johnny.

(and in the morning when you check your messages you're not surprised that your date has called it off with you, but you can't bring yourself to care as a thick forearm snakes around your waist and pulls you back against a warm naked body. the gravelly voice of your best friend johnny rumbling in your ear and peppering kisses down your neck...)

(the next time you and johnny meet up with simon and kyle for drinks at the pub, you walk in together hand in hand. simon silently holds out an open palm to kyle as kyle rifles through his wallet and complains that if you had just waited one more week he would've won the bet. bloody selfish of the pair of you.)

[babsvibes]

Here’s an ask for you: Top 5 Most Crushworthy Bobs Burgers Characters (Characters you couldn’t help but have a crush on at whatever point in your life).

And I mean that

[flowery-mess]

Hi, it’s me again with another nerd boy thought because I love him 😭

What if you live with nerd Noah? He’s your to-go guy when anything breaks or glitches in the house. And I mean anything.

He’s chilling on the couch, soft music in the background blending with the rapid tapping of the buttons on his controller as he’s fully absorbed in the game he’s playing. Utter bliss.. Until—

“Noowaaaah…”, your voice echos from down the hall in that familiar drawn-out whine.

He pauses the game right away, already chuckling. He sets the controller down with a sigh, one that holds exactly zero annoyance and gets up. He walks to the bedroom where you’ve cozied up under the blanket, lights dimmed, your laptop on the bed next to you, a buffering wheel on the screen as it sits frozen mid-scene on the show you’re watching. He leans against the doorframe, with an amused smile, his arms crossed as you look at him with a desperate frown.

“The WiFi is DEAD! I was just about to find out if they kissed and it froze. I need to know if they kissed, Noah.”

He can’t hold his chuckle as he hears your whiney overdramatic pleas, your head falling back on the pillow in an exaggerated attempt to show him how important this is to you.

“Did you try—“

“Turning it off and on again?”, you interrupt him, knowing exactly what he’s gonna say, having heard him ask that same question countless times at work, “Yes, I did. I refreshed it, turned the WiFi off and on, even tried threatening it. And nothing!”

“Did you unplug it?”

Pause.

You were too cosy in bed to get up and unplug it. He knew that. He leans over kissing the top of your head before he crouches next to the wall outlet unplugging the router and plugging it back in. And in a few seconds, lo and behold, the WiFi is working again.

“My hero!”, you clap your hands excitedly and that never fails to make him feel like the most important person in the world. And no matter how many times you’ve said that before he’s still blushing and smiling like the first time. You tug at his sleeve looking up at him with pleading eyes, and he knows what you want without you even having to say it. He lifts the blanket getting into bed, opens his arms for you so you can snuggle up against him while he takes the laptop onto his lap and presses play. He also kinda wants to know if they kissed or not.

Hi, so you just described what would it look like if I lived with nerd Noah🤓

He just sat down and let out a big sigh “Finally!” after long day of work, finally he has some time for himself.

Well, for like 10 seconds. Because it was busy day at work for everyone and you’re maybe still not really used to living together, so you both go and do your own thing separately to gain energy to spend the evening together doing something fun.

You just laid down and wanted to finish the episode from the previous night, to finally find out if they’ll kiss, but the wifi connection is not working.

You wait a few seconds to hear if Noah says something or if he gets up to fix it, but it seems like his game is working just fine.

So you yell “Nowaaah” with the last energy you have in you, knowing he will come with a smile on his face, because he always does when you call him Nowah. He won’t admit it, but he’s always smiling and blushing, he can’t hide it.

He leans against the doorframe (a/n: hot) and there it is, the smile on his face. And of course he’s gonna ask you if you turned it on and off (a/n2: why do they always ask that?).

When he sees your pout and falling back into your pillow he thinks about how he managed to pull someone like you. You’re in HIS bed, in HIS hoodie, asking HIM for help and you’re gonna fall asleep next to HIM.

He definitely laughs at “even tried threatening it”, because he caught you many times talking to any device with threats like “I’m gonna throw you out of the window if you don’t start working right now!” and he finds it adorable.

Pause - may I add that the pause included the most innocent smile and little head shake “no” under the blanket.

He unplugs it, waits a few seconds and then plugs it again, he waits for the lights to stop blinking and turn to green. After they do your show starts again and he can hear your little clapping you always give him when he fixes something. To him it’s always an easy fix, so he finds your reaction funny.

You tug at his sleeve and give him the pout and puppy eyes that always work, always.

You cuddle into his side and feel butterflies in your stomach, because he loves to play video games with his friends every night, so every time he does something with you instead, even if it’s watching your favorite show, you feel them in your stomach.

Either way if they kiss or don’t, you hold your breath and then yell “I knew it!”

And then Noah realises that he hasn’t watched a few episodes with you so he asks you what did he miss. You sit up, because it’s serious business, and tell him about the storyline from what he saw last. He doesn’t really care, but he loves it when you talk about your favorite things, he likes how you talk passionately about it, tell him about every detail he missed, how you add your little thoughts on the scenario and how in the end you ask him for his opinion.

He doesn’t really realise it, but he loves it the same way you love when he’s talking about his things. You both listen to the other one and watch them with hearts in your eyes. The other one always thinks they’re being annoying and talking too much, completely oblivious that the other one would listen forever

[swordluck]

♡♡♡ (if you're still taking)

✦  Growing up, I had a neighbour who was a scuba diver.  Not just recreationally – he retrieved bodies, explored wrecks, etc.  I was obsessed with ocean, sea-life and swimming as a kid, and I loved to hear his stories.  He even gave me an artefact ( a nut and bolt ) from a wreck!  He was an older man, and he died when I was still quite young.  His passing was one of my first heartbreaks.  I’m sorry I never did learn to dive, Stanley.

✦  My father was involved in a local landmark court case, helping to put someone dangerous behind bars.  All well and good, and completely expected in his line and level of work – except he was mentioned by name in a radio report.  This was an issue because his practice was based out of the family home, and his practice was also listed in the Yellow Pages.  Fearing retribution from the criminal’s associates, my parents went abroad – and left teenage me home alone.  I was under strict instructions to keep the doors and windows locked, and to ask friends to sleep over.  Because, you know, men in balaclavas would definitely be deterred by a pack of teenage girls.  Nobody did try to break in, thank goodness.

✦  I choked on a bite of steak in a restaurant in France.  I still have the Fear™ and tend to eat slowly / mindfully because of it.  Shout-out to the English man who performed the Heimlich manoeuvre then so I could be on your dash today.

[uhohdad]

TGWCTM looks sooooo good and I love your writing! I fear that I am a wimp tho and can't handle unhappy endings 🤣 I can enjoy a lot of angst as long as they live happily ever after. This isn't me asking you to write a happy ending just to clarify! You should write whatever you want haha! I am just wondering if you wouldn't mind spoiling the ending for me (if König and Reader both survive and get to be together specifically) so I know if I can read it or not. Feel free to answer this ask privately and/or wait until after you've posted the final chapter! I know you might want to keep it a secret until it's published haha. Thank you!!

⌜ KÖNIG X READER HUNGER GAMES AU ⌟

Hi!! Thank you so much for taking the time to send this! A few very kind people have asked me about whether or not this story has a happy ending but the asks had some spoilers about the most recent chapter so I didn’t post them just in case eep 😅

SPOILERS FOR THE UPCOMING FINAL TGWCTM CHAPTER BELOW!!

Yes!! TGWCTM will have a happy ending!! 🫡💕💖

It’s funny this story absolutely ran from me, the “original ending” I had planned was going to be incredibly angsty - (The Victor was supposed to be the final chapter) - but apparently I am too soft for all that. I kept crying so much while writing it, the only way I could make myself feel better was by continuing the story and giving them a happy ending 😅

… I will say, though, those two will absolutely have to earn their happy ending

[eatsbooks]

How does Eris feel about cassian?

pre-acosf i think eris disdained him in the same way you might a small splinter in the side of your thumb. the majority of the time you don't even realize it's there — but then sometimes it catches on a thread or you rub against it the wrong way, and the pain is fleeting but sharp and unexpected, and no matter how you hold it to the light, no matter how you try to get it out, no matter that you think it finally gone, it stays stuck in there. maybe even gets shoved in deeper. it's similar to how eris feels about rhysand or azriel antagonizing him about the morrigan incident, except i think with cassian there's the added — you're the one who fucked her; your actions are what got her butchered at all. how can you revile me when your role in this is far worse? how is it my fault you didn't have the foresight to know how the game would be played, and i have no recourse but to play it? but cassian not knowing how to play the political game doesn't really affect eris yet, so that manifests more as just a general lack of respect / discounting any opinion cassian has as uninformed. plus of all the inner circle, i think cassian has the most moral righteousness. his shame is tied to his being a bastard, not really to any actions he has taken himself, so he doesn't know the shame of being Bad like azriel and rhysand do. this makes his interactions with eris, who doesn't really attribute morality to things / doesn't have the luxury of holding morality in high regard, even more unpleasant to deal with. plus plus general illyrian / lesser fae prejudice.

post-acosf... i'm sure sjm is going to make him seek nc validation and absolution as part of his character / redemption arc, but eye think eris wants to burn cassian specifically to an absolute crisp. throughout acosf, eris is constantly insulted and antagonized; has crucial information about the trove withheld from him by his chosen allies, while he is offering information they could not get elsewhere; is publicly made a fool of by his allies when they dangle nesta in front of him despite the open secret of her being cassian's mate; has his guards (who he got captured by because he cared so much for them that he refused to raise a hand against them when he easily could have killed them BTW) slaughtered and then tortured by said allies; gets captured and has his bodily autonomy stripped from him just to bait the night court; and then cassian has the audacity to call eris a coward after he endures his father's torture to preserve night court interests and alliances. like holy shit, u kno? and if i missed anything it would only further my point. eris overextends himself on behalf of the night court throughout that entire book and sees literally nothing in return. not even any real change in their opinion of him. just a scrap of cassian thinking he might be a good person, then insulting him for ... some reason? again, that constant air of moral superiority from cassian that eris cannot stand, weaponized at what is maybe the worst time to do so — when eris has just had the longstanding vulnerability of his abuse exposed in his efforts to protect those who only show him ingratitude and resentment. sooo yeah, i think eris would happily see cassian reduced to a pile of ashes, especially since he was the talking piece for the nc throughout acosf.

[bonsubear]

Just red chapter 3: Absolute Cinema ✋😌🤚

The way you described the YEARNING of each Mark?? Love how you make them so distinct from each other! How they all love MC even when some are freaky (looking at you sinister-). And lowkey got me giggling and kicking my feet when Viltrum Mark called MC 'my wife'.

And main Mark. MAIN MARK. He's so cooked. Man's abandoned his GIRLFRIEND, didn't budge for this FAMILY and yet IMMEDIATELY skedaddled out of there when Cecil mentioned MC's name. Down atrocious. Can't wait to see him crash out more. Oh How will Eve react 😶

Anyways, Thanks for the new chapter 💜💜💜 Hope you have a great day!

(Nah, my ego would've been the size of the sun if every Mark are down bad for me....)

Hi!

THANK YOU SO MUCH!! I try to keep it different since they’re all different flavors—you walk into an Icecream shop and you expect more than vanilla and chocolate right HAHAHA

Gosh, some of them legit need to be taken to the vet and neutered with how much they love Reader.

YEEESS Main Mark is such a little goofy goober for running to Reader (ya know the cookie who don’t want him) 🥰 absolutely diabolical.

Family? Nuh uh

Girlfriend? Hmm

You who constantly rejects him? OOHHH WOWZA!

And no problem! Thanks so much for taking the time to read it🫶🏽💕

(the bragging rights of pulling each mark would be astronomical,,, would honestly start freaking each one of em…)

Thank you for sending this, have a lovely day anon!

[stxneflxwers]

Yk what would be really cute? Imagine If Freminet has like a little Polaroid picture of the reader in the corner of his mirror. Imagine they're about to go on a date and he's getting ready, but he's soo nervous and talks to himself in the mirror imagining scenarios in his head. "So hey Y/n, you look so pretty today- I mean". He'd shake his head and let out a sigh, a quick glance at the photo of you on his mirror while fixing his hair. "Hey Y/n, ready for our date? No...that doesn't sound good..."

AND IMAGINE LYNEY OR LYNETTE CATCHING HIM DURING THAT AND TEASING HIM BY IMITADING OUR VOICE IN THE MOST DRAMATIC WAY (Probably Lyney, Lynette would just stand there)

"Oh dearest Freminet, thank you so much my beloved. You look so good today mwuah mwuah mwuah"

After that he'd be a blushing mess and closing his door really quick.

HRRRRGHHGDSGDHSJGDS THAT'S SO CUTE. I AM BITING HIM (gently. just a few nibbles.)

freminet—quick to start scurrying out of the house to avoid lyney (again)—takes the easy way out. by jumping out of his bedroom window. that's...one way to avoid his brother, that's for sure. freminet is an assassin! he's gotta be sneaky! this apparently includes knowing how to evade endless teasing.

he scuttles his way to the café. he arrives much earlier than he intended, but he wagers that's better than—archons forbid—being late. that would be devastatingly embarrassing (even if you kindly tell him it's fine, he wouldn't recover for at least a week.)

a few minutes later, you come bounding in—holding something in your hand—

"hey, check out what i found!" you perk up, colorful eyes gleaming. before he can even ask what it was, you fasten a penguin pin to his chest. "there we go. you look so dashing, by the way." you grin, a hardly noticeable tint rising to your cheeks.

"a-ah..." he sputters out awkwardly, his own blush as hot as the sun that currently dips below the horizon. "th-thank you..." he mutters. his eyes couldn't avert from your bright grin.

he tries to clear his throat, but alas, still nothing comes out. you giggle, knowing you've officially and totally broken his poor, flustered brain.

in the distance, lyney and lynette watch—they're a bit too far away to hear what you two are talking about, but they saw how you attached that penguin pin to him. lynette has to cover lyney's mouth to keep him from laughing too loudly.