#that shit nearly made me cry :')

[that-nerd-who-writes-fanfiction]

Headcanon that Mordred is outed as a Druid the first time he gets drunk because he starts speaking in the druid language, no one understands him and when Gwaine points it out, Mordred starts crying with panic.

Percival replies in the druid language and tells him it’s okay, that they just want to listen but they don’t all understand when he’s switching between, Mordred nods and starts answering questions about the Druids before eventually passing out on Merlin’s shoulder.

Merlin and Percival take him back and get him into bed. He doesn’t remember any of it the next day, but Arthur casually mentions that he’s going to need an ambassador when he makes peace with the Druids, Merlin telepathically tells Mordred to volunteer because he’d be good at it.

[funneylizzie]

Looking art your rottmnt fan art, I can't help but imagine Casey being born was one of the very rare blessings the gang experienced in the bad future. Even though he was Cassandra's baby he was also their baby too. The baby and hope of the resistance. Leo especially probably thought making sure Casey grew up protected, strong and a good person in Cassandra's place was the only thing he didn't mess up on.

ME AND @soldrawss HAVE DISCUSSED THIS BEFORE!!!!!!! How Casey could easily symbolize the brighter future they are fighting for, fighting for HIS future!!! Casey has literally never known the world before the Kraang, so him being brought into the world was almost like a beacon of hope. Do it for him!!!!

[kath-artic]

thank god for crazy women 🙏

[solasan]

i do think it'd be sooo funny 🤪 if alarice and astarion had actually met in a tavern in baldur's gate like a year or 2 before canon i wont lie. alarice doesnt remember it but astarion does n when they meet on the beach hes like 🤨 why do i know u. they flirted terribly before one of the other people in the guild came to grab her for a job and astarion went to find a different mark. mostly he remembers thinking it was a shame someone so funny was going to be ripped open so terribly by cazador. i think also he remembers feeling a kind of annoyed relief that she got away; annoyed bc now he has to start again with someone else and he doesn't have much time, but relieved bc he liked her and it's good she gets to live another day??? n that conflict rly weighs on him once he starts 2 Care About Her lol

[heckacentipede]

love it when other queer folk can pick up my queer vibes and be more at ease in a random meetup because they're not the only one

[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

you said you wanted to feel alive so we went to the beach / i'm 27 and i don't know who i am but i know what i want / but we don't have to talk about it i can walk you home and practice method acting / i'll bite the hand that feeds me / i think you mean what you say when you say you want to stay alive / so we spent what was left of our serotonin to chew on our cheeks and stare at the moon / i wanna be emaciated i wanna hear one song without thinking of you / if you rewrite your life may i still play a part / you think you're a good person because you won't punch me in the stomach / i wanna be happy i'm ready

(tear cues - boygenius, cologne 16/8/2023)

[dazais-guardian-angel]

went to my first con in 4 years on Friday to meet Kaiji Tang and got a Dazai autograph + video recording of him reading to me. He was the sweetest person (as I knew he would be) and interacting with him was lovely, but also at the same time oh boy it sure was an extremely stressful, ugly wake-up call of what it feels like to live in a world now where everyone around you has blissfully moved on from covid and can enjoy things normally and happily, while you'll forever be trapped in a hellscape of perpetual fear 🫠🫠🫠

[drivemysoul]

guess who handed in his 2 weeks notice today

[waitineedaname]

god this fucking stream

[despite-everything]

feeling so relieved - i had this bag my mother bought me a couple years ago that i just fucking hated having. i never used it once, and it was just such a perfect example of how she didn't know me or listen to me at all, and liked to use money and gifts to try to manipulate me and make herself look good to others. since it was a gift, i had a hard time getting rid of it - i just felt selfish or ungrateful, so it sat in my closet for several years taking up space and making me sad and stressed whenever i'd see it, but i finally got my shit together and sold it online. i've got the shipping label and everything all set, so i just need to take it to the post office tomorrow. it feels like there's this weight off my shoulders and i can breathe again.

[attiredpan]

Re-watching Far Beyond The Stars because it’s a great social commentary episode that will Mess You Up Emotionally™️ in the best way possible/about the constant hope for a future better than the present with incredible acting and writing from all involved with it:

Re-watching Far Beyond The Stars cause of Nog saying “Forget about it” in the most cliche New York accent imaginable:

[nerdyqueerr]

Its me and jean-michel blais against the fucking world

[werewolfashton]

i'm kissing the entirety of 5sos on the mouth for writing me myself & i

[beepbeepkazoo]

realizing all my anxiety and hatred of school all stems from the first grade teacher i had that used to not let me use that bathroom and made me piss my pants at least once a month

[fxxhxund]

fionna and cake show...

[gutsby]

Ruined!

Pairing: dbf!Joel x Reader

Summary: Joel is an old man who struggles to cum sometimes. You’ve got time to kill and a tight hole to fill.

Warnings: 18+. Peepaw brainrot + a dash of anorgasmia. Unprotected p-in-v, cockwarming, age gap, daddy kink.

Note: Finals are whooping my ass left & right. This is a quickie.

Word count: 1.2k | Part of the Waiting Game ‘verse

Surely he was hurting you now.

Joel Miller had a kink for many, many fun activities, but splitting a sweet young thing like you over his cock to the point you were almost in tears was just not one of them.

At the same time your poor, surely-bruised walls pulsed around his hardened length, he felt a pang of guilt. His balls were pressed against your ass like two lead weights, soaked with the remains of your third release, and his mind was at war with itself—keep fucking you like this? Pull out and offer his sincerest apologies for not being able to cum? A boy your age would’ve never had you waiting around like that, aching around his cock, much less begging for something as simple as a cumshot.

He decided to go straight to the source. Leaning over your prone body on the bed before him, he was careful not to rut his hips or jostle his dick around too much.

Joel pressed a hot, stubbled kiss to your cheek, then:

“‘S’it too much, baby? She need a break, maybe?”

Joel thumbed at that space where your body ended and his began and nearly lost his mind to the pearly-white slick that had accumulated with time. Two hours time, he had to remind himself while you moaned and writhed and bucked your ass back. Your cunt was choking him.

Crying, too.

Your eyes flew open the moment his words reached you.

“You kiddin’ me, Miller?! I could do this shit all day.”

Sometimes Joel forgot you were only in your twenties. Really, the thought only occasionally crossed his mind in moments like these—or when your father, his best friend, happened to bring you up—but when it did, it hit him hard. You were young. Lively. Surely far too spry and full of life to be messing around with a man as old as him.

Joel’s guilt ran almost commensurate with his pleasure when he felt you anchor your feet on the bed and start to fuck yourself back and forth over his still-throbbing dick.

Almost.

He planted a hand beside your head and grinned. He let you fuck him. Felt you pull off, crawl up the bed a little, then beckon him back to your body, where your ass was now pointing up and your back was arched in invitation.

Almost.

“You know I can’t sleep without your cum inside me.”

And you made a point to spread your knees and look behind you with a smile as sweet as Milo’s tea, fingers drumming a beat against the bedspread in anticipation.

“You do wanna fill me up, don’t you, daddy?” you teased.

Yeah, no. The guilt was gone. Joel could worry about being a depraved old man when he was done cumming.

Then he was back inside you, driving his hips until every last inch of him was wrapped snug within your wet and velvety embrace, and he sighed. A real protracted one, like the kind he was liable to exhale after climbing two flights of stairs, or else just hoisting himself off the sofa. Or lifting you in his arms and fucking you hard against the hood of his Bronco. Any time. Any place. You were kind enough to oblige him with the best cardio of his life, so the least Joel could do now was make you cum again.

He snatched your hands up in one of his own and placed your wrists at the base of your spine. With his other, free set of fingers he took to rubbing your clit gently.

“SON OF A—”

“—good girl.”

You let out a bloodcurdling scream into your pillow and secretly hoped this man’s dick would never deflate again. Not with the way he was sawing his thing back and forth and dragging you to the edge, circling your clit like you were the single most precious thing in the world to him.

“Oh, sweet pea, I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

Like he could feel the tears staining the cushion himself.

“Mmrooonme,” you cried into it, voice garbled by cotton.

“What’s’at, honey? Can’t hear ya.”

Joel then bent at the waist, pretending to be leaning in to hear you better, when really he knew he’d be digging in your guts with that big, bulbous head of his and making you squeal again. Hands still held captive behind you, you inched your chin back on the pillow so your moans could be heard even louder while Joel sped up.

“You— ruined me,” you repeated. Now clear as ever.

Joel tried to hide his smile and glanced down between your body and his. Then, while his ring finger joined the other two to make their tight, light circles, he returned,

“Ruined? Pussy feels just fine t’me.”

You’d kill him if he wasn’t so good at this. You turned your head more to meet his eyes from the corner of yours.

“No. Ruined me. For anyone else.”

Probably forever.

“Good.”

You knew he liked it that way.

You saw it in his eyes. Felt it in his touch. The hefty, broad, and greying Joel Miller had been loafing around on this earth long enough to know how to claim what was his. When his hips knocked yours to lay you flat on the bed, you already knew what was coming next.

First, his arms came to rest on either side of your body.

“Shit,” you whimpered.

Next, his lips went trailing down to your ear.

“Just a little more, sugar—that’s it,” he murmured while his hips sank in, and you felt that big, delicious stretch.

Then he released your hands so they were free to squeeze the sheets, and when they did, his moved over them—lacing his fingers through your own—and his lips pressed a kiss to your jaw. He held you in a tender grasp. His breath was hot on your neck, and the whole of his body was blanketing yours. Joel knew you liked it like that, which is why he made sure not to leave an inch of space in between. He was grunting, rutting, holding you close while his cock drilled a maddening pace inside you.

“You ruined me too, y’know,” he mumbled into your skin.

His nose was flush with the side of your cheek, nudging inward. Begging you to turn your head just a little more so he could kiss you. Weak as you were, you obliged.

And you moaned against that grey, stubbled chin of his when the thrusts above you had your cunt grinding the bed, rubbing that soft and helpless nub on the sheets.

“C’mon— let daddy have it,” he growled, “Let daddy have it and make it his, huh? That okay by you, baby?”

It was.

More than okay, as confirmed by the orgasm that tore through your body moments later while your teeth sank into the flesh of Joel’s lower lip and your cunt clenched and soaked over him whole. Joel wedged his tongue in your mouth and fucked you through it. His broad and callused hands were like iron around your own, holding you tight and keeping you still amidst a maelstrom of pleasure that combed over your every last nerve.

He licked into your mouth. Licked over it. Took the sick and distinct pleasure of knowing no one but him got to see you like this, with your jaw hanging slack and your eyes rolling back and your whines repeating quietly, ‘Daddydaddypleasedaddyfuckohfuckdontstop.’

Maybe ruined wasn’t such a bad thing to be at all.