#there it is omg it's long af

[honeysulani]

ok I've just slaugthered Isobel and the whole Last Light Inn, only Jaheira was left. Then I've looked her dead in the face and said "It was me, I've killed them all and enjoyed it" AND THEN I'VE KILLED HER TOO😭

[blackskorpi0n]

have you watched the maggie & negan show yet the first episode is free on prime & im watching the rest on free trial rn

i can’t lie the first episode was so trash like it pmo kinda 😭😭

Dead City is what it's called right??? I've seen clips of it here and there and it looks interesting, but also I'm scared af to start it 😭 If the first episode trash then idk......I might delay watching 😩

[khonshuscondemned]

ksjdndbhsjshdhs i hope u don’t mind that im answering this on my mk blog instead but @tiptapricot you . you got my mind spinning . and pardon my brevity here- but during that little period of time tip? i think... marc fell in love with layla all over again. i hope to maybe go into more of a story/scene rewrite of this but for now- for now have some of my own soft marclayla hc’s yeah?

i think the moment she popped into his vision with that smile that could freeze time and melt the fuckin ice caps sipping her lil drink, he was done for.  He knew it was coming, knew it from the moment he saw her wandering Steven’s flat, her curls ever as wild and unruly as the heart that beat so fiercely in her chest, when she looked at Not-Gus and through him he knew that there was never any hope for him.  He loved her all the way, entirely.  In the way that suddenly had him . wishing he knew stupid shit like poetry. the way all she had to do was look at him and he felt.. whole. better. 

so after they met up in cairo, i think Marc was re-learning how to breathe with her so close to him- she who could be so free with her touch and her light and her smile- he’d seen it before, had known the intricate steps of they way Layla El Faouly lived and breathed and moved and existed for just enough time for him to never forget it, he cherished her so deeply.  [i think marc strikes me as the sort of person who recognises how good someone is because he’s . seen some of the worst of the worst. and when he comes across a soul that shines as bright as Layla’s?? well, i think he works to memorise everything he can, to keep close to his heart forever, because he knows - he knows there will be a time where he will be without it .]

relearning how to coexist is like ice cold condensation on the outside of a glass on a sunny day- refreshing and delightful and he keeps catching himself staring at her when she’s not looking, keeps getting distracted because he’ll be looking at her and trying to listen to the things she’s saying but the only thought in his brain is about how she’s beautiful and how her eyes shine like buried gold and sometimes when she turns around really quickly her hair will smack him in the face and he swears he recognises the sort of floral scent of her shampoo-

and i think steven comments on thoughts like that that slip through, chuckling and pointing out nice things marc could say when marc’s tongue feels a lil too thick to come up with words or  when she asks him easy questions like ‘left or right’ or if she’d been listening to a word she’s said. (’Nod and repeat the last thing she said, mate-’) (he’d been thinking about the way she’d put her hand on his shoulder to stand up earlier-) (if he took his shirt off and saw the mark of her handprint seared into his skin is it weird he thinks he might be grateful?-) (Marc. Focus.) 

i think if at any point the suggestion of splitting up happens marc is quick to find cause to work together, even if it’s kind of a reach or a stretch bc once he’s around her again it’s like. how could he have lived without? 

this got a bit longer than i meant but TLDR: i think marc spent the whole time just as starry-eyed for Layla as he was on the boat and i dont think he could bear to split up with her- and i think steven was constantly slapping his hand over his eyes bc how is it he feels more well-equipped to flirt with Marc’s wife than marc is..

[andithiel]

Snippet tag

Thank you for tagging me @uncannycerulean (you can find her lovely snippet feat. Pansy here).

I’m currently writing agonising over an anon fest (while being away with extended family, yay, life is great!) so I can’t share a snippet of that. And I feel like maybe I’ve shared enough of the brain rot that is “Draco got a vibrator stuck in his arse and Harry needs to help him get it out”? And this is probably a bad idea because I can’t be distracted from the fest fic and I’ve no idea when I’d be able to finish this, but I’ve been toying with the idea of a werewolf A/B/O fic where Harry goes into his first heat and Draco needs to help him out by having him in his home and trying his best not to give into his rut. This is a pretty rough section (but the most polished I have for this WIP) where Draco’s asked Luna to come over and give Harry some special lycanthropy sex aid.

Luna hums and Draco’s not sure if she agrees or not. “He likes you though.”

“Luna, I’m sorry, I know you live on another planet, where I’m sure that statement is true. I, however, live on this one, the one where Harry Potter does not like Draco Malfoy. He’s not in his right mind right now, he doesn’t want— He’d want anyone who happens to—”

Luna regards him and it’s eery, he squirms.

“And what would the harm be in that? If he wants you for this problem, and you want him for the exact same—” Draco looks up and then down again. “Oh.”

Draco rubs at his nose, trying to quell his embarrassment.

“Maybe ‘like’ isn’t the right word,” she says. “But you were both heavily obsessed with each other in school.” Matter of factly as she always does.

Draco doesn’t feel like elaborating on this. “As pleasant as talking about Potter and me is, there was a reason I asked you to come over.”

“Oh! Yes, you did! I’m sorry Draco, I was so happy to see you that I forgot.”

Guilty that she feels that way about him and that he’s not good at keeping in touch. Luna rummages around in her bag and pulls out a box.

“Here, this is the latest in our lycanthropy collection: the inflatable dildo.”

Draco frowns while Luna unpacks the contents of the box. She pulls out a regular looking dildo. It’s purple, of course it’s purple.

“Right,” he mutters, unreasonably jealous of a piece of plastic. “Thanks.”

“Shall I give you a demonstration?”

“I’ve used this kind of thing, and I would venture that Potter has, too.”

“Oh, but this isn’t a regular dildo. It can sense when the user is about to reach climax, and then it expands at the base, like this.” She taps the dildo with her wand, and sure enough, it expands around the base, mimicking a knot that Draco is all too familiar with. “It won’t stay inflated for as long as a knot does, we’ve reached the conclusion that our clients find it a bit uncomfortable to keep it for that long when there’s not a body attached to it. It automatically deflates after about five minutes, but the user can postpone or shorten that time as they choose.”

Okay! That was fun right? *sweats nervously*. Onto the tagging! No pressure @rei382 @phdmama @dragonbornphoenix @crazybutgood @fictional @thehoneybeet and YOU who see this and want to share, please do!

[mysticreptile]

Okay so maybe, MAYBE i have something planned for the spooky day

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

WHAT DA HECKKKK MAC!!! UR A BIRTHDAY GUY!!!! HOLY SHIT. OLD!!! time 2 put u in a retirement home!!!! IT'S UR DAY OF BIRTH I AM THROWING U A PARTY RN 🎉🥳🎉 TIME 2 HIT THE PINATA 🪄 🪅 CANDY!! 🍭 🍬 🍫 TIME 4 PRESENTS 🎁🎁🎁 CAKE TIME 🧁 BIRTHDAY BOY GETS A CROWN 👑 BLOW OUT THE CANDLES 🧨🧨🧨 <<couldn't find any candles so i got these weird red sticks instead!! i think they're sparklers!! :3

oh fuck i love sparklers-!

[sunlightfeeling]

anan: 2016.1.27 No. 1988

[evansbby]

You crazy getting a yeast infection is not fun specially on a train where I’m pretty sure they don’t even have a bathroom 🤣🤣🤣

I wouldn’t mind doing stuff with him I do like Curtis but his nails are dirty and he HASN’T HAD A SHOWER IN 17 years but I’ll still take him 😂😂😂

I think that in almost all of his movies that are not with avengers his nails are always dirty

Not you focusing on Chris’ nails in every movie😩 I didn’t realise, but there’s smth about Curtis’ dirty nails that really just does it for me… like he’d finger you so roughly and say the dirtiest things like “look how daddy’s corrupting your pretty little pussy” IDEK 🫣🫣🫣

[futurefind]

!! (for sa or rea, from shez!)

Send ‘!!’ and I’ll write a para description of your muse from mine’s perspective (including: their looks, their personality, who they are to my muse, etc!) // @brxtalsimulation

How cool! How mysterious! How... cute! Hair as bright as flower that looks as silken to match! Refreshingly blunt (even if this isn't Sorcery School, thank the goddess), and yet still so ready and able to offer or ask for help! Quite like a storybook hero, really, if such things were to exist.

She can only hope she might choose to make friends with her, too.

...Is what Rea wondered, once. There's no denying the sting of jealousy of how easily and how fearlessly Shez made friends with their classmates, no—but she's long past the time where she could befriend anyone, least of all them.

It wasn't long after school, after all, that she willingly and readily crossed a bridge alone and cut it down behind her without so much as a whisper as to how she'd even left in the first place. So if Shez could— can, did— show up one day and make unforgetable friendships with their classmates, well.

At least one of them did.

(And, at least, Rea likes to think she might be able to beat her in a fight.)

...Was this supposed to be a joke? She's already adverse enough to showing her face, between her paranoia around her powers and paranoia over Rhea (no matter the occassional 'insistence' that she should feel free to 'make friends'), and now—

Well, she's not sure what the fuck lighting she'd have to be in to be purple, but it keeps giving her whiplash all the same. At least it's (mostly) superficial, she'd lose her fucking mind if Shez's actual features resembled her (or, by extension, her mother's) on top of that.

At least the other woman's similarly extreme combat prowess didn't involve any inexplicable magic swords or the like. (Right...?)

Again, at least it's superficial.

After all, Shez is friendly. Shez is honest, is open. Sasume is none of those things; she's crude and especially rude, with social skills as rare as smiles these days. She's gotten better with remembering to talk these last few years, sure, but while she may have found her voice again any semblance of likeability has been as absent as the day she left her hometown all those years ago.

And it—

It makes her gut churn. Makes her feel damn near ill with the disquiet and the disgust it makes her feel— no, with the disquiet and the disgust it reminds her of. It's never left her, not really, even if she's acclimated to the point of being able to forget about it, most of the time.

It may not be an actual mirror, seeing Shez so easily find a place among her former classmates, but it feels like a funhouse mirror mockery all the same.

Remember who you were? How you were? The way things used to be? —Too bad, all that's left is blood and dust.

Sasume sighs, and shakes herself off, and gets herself back to work. There's no point in whining in about things that can't be changed, especially as irrefuteable as this is:

She is unloveable and she is unlikeable, and to say someone else is better than her in these regards goes without saying.

[iricathel]

"Irina, welcome home."

A slightly more cheerful voice than his usual harsh tone resounded from the dining room of their luxurious abode as Ruki greeted his wife after a long and honest day of work. Truth be told, the Vampire had informed her that he would visit his brothers that evening to catch up on important events in his absence to maintain an element of surprise for this grand occasion; therefore, the fact he prepared a whole dinner. as well as other resplendently wrapped gifts, was intended to astonish Irina the moment she stepped foot indoors. The familiar scent of her favorite dishes permeated the air, leaving an ambrosial flavor behind from one whiff. Upon entrance, the tempest-eyed Mukami encroached from behind, arms securely coiled around her waist in an almost protective embrace as he presented in front of her a bouquet of intricately detailed dahlias, each sporting colors of the sunset from their soft rose sheens to the most vivid of yellows. Spiraling in flawless symmetry, petals immaculately rounded, the Vampire grew these for her in secret. Internally, he thanked his brother with a green thumb for imparting timeless advice onto him.

"Happy Birthday, Irina. Here—these are for you. I know you adore these kinds of flowers, so I took the liberty of tending to them myself for once even if botany isn't normally my cup of tea. It's funny, really… I had no idea they were fragrance-free. Although, I do prefer it this way," he leaned forth to plant a surprise kiss on the side of her nape, "since I favor your natural scent above all else."

The thin sensation of a golden chain draped around her neck soon replaced the chill from his lips, ending in a heart-shaped pendant donning sapphires and emeralds alike that shone in effulgent blue and green sparkles from all angles under the vespertine light.

"Marking you with my fangs so everyone will know you're mine never ceases to amuse me, yet… Somehow, it's also pleasant to gift you things like this as well. It's proof that you belong to me forever and always."

Finally releasing her from the hug, Ruki gestured to the dining table which held a magnificent feast of her coveted smoked salmon, filleted to perfection, and other side dishes to complement the flavor of the seafood to its fullest potential. For dessert afterwards, a container the shape of her pendant holding a myriad of chocolates, some with fruity surprises in their centers, rested at the end, also prepared by none other than the Vampire even if making sweets was not his forte. Temporarily, he turned his back, retrieving a freshly brewed cup of cappuccino. Not only did it boast an ornate cream design on its surface, but also he practiced endlessly to spell her name out in elegant, cursive letters. A visible tendril of steam rose from the mug as he set it next to her plate.

"You'll never believe how many tries it took me to decorate this properly… It's laughable, but I'm pleased with how it turned out. Savor it well, since I'll never design my coffee like this ever again," he chuckled with a tinge of cold humor. "…Only a joke. Or not."

In the meantime, as all the dishes and drinks cooled down just a tad bit, Ruki brought out a moderately sized present box wrapped neatly in a satin bow. Inside it contained several bath bombs to take a foamy bath to relax the nerves after a stressful day in addition to an illuminated set of ice skates—two pairs, to be exact, one of Irina's size and the other fitting his own feet. Aside from the size, they looked exactly identical.

"It's only for a few days, but I actually booked us a weekend getaway in the mountains. I hear the lakes in that area freeze up around this time of the year, so we can easily go skating together. Not to mention how beautiful the snow looks atop the forest trees," he beamed with a faint grin. "Oh, and I won't lose the next snowball fight, so be mindful of which tactics you use against me."

Once more, he gathered his wife into a comforting embrace and stroked the silky strands of her champagne tresses, exulting in the warmth of their love. Pulling away, both of his hands caressed the sides of her cheek as he dove for a kiss as fond and lingering as every shared affection and passionate union their bodies rejoiced in.

"I love you, Irina. Happy Birthday. Shall we eat, then? We could indulge in this meal together, relax with a bath, and everything that comes later."

Closing the front door behind her back, Irina's nostrils caught the alluring aroma of freshly prepared food, accompanied by her husband's voice greeting her arrival after a long day of work. Since the morning they had only had breakfast along with a small cake especially for this day, since unfortunately she had to give the rest of her afternoon and part of the night to her career demanding her attention, so the woman did not take Ruki's excuse with having to visit his brothers for some important duties as something offensive.

— My, I did not expect you to be home at this time, and with dinner already prepared-- — The golden-haired woman couldn't even finish her words as soon as she set foot in the dining room, masculine arms surrounded her body by surprise from behind, increasing her shock when she saw in front of her a bouquet of her favorite flowers: Dahlias.

— Oh my, Ruki! — A bright beam spread across the female's face, while bright flashes of joy overshadowed her eyes like a stampede of fireflies as she took the bouquet in her hands. — Wonders never cease with you huh, this is very detailed of you. —

Irina tried to oppress a snigger as soon as her skin bristled thanks to the tickle of the kiss implanted on her nape. — You're right. I really like these flowers not only because of their colors, but also because they don't make it impossible for you to use other scents in your home... Although, I must be honest and say that's not the only reason, — The woman turned her gaze to the side, to look over her shoulder at the vampire. — but also because of their meaning. Did you know that Dahlias evoke eternal love and passion? Giving them as a gift is a sign of commitment and desire for a lasting relationship... In addition to connecting us with happiness and joy. It would be a good opportunity to grow them in our garden.—

The surprises kept coming, and one of them was the minimalist but elegant and sophisticated pendant that now adorned her neck, flaunting some brilliant emerald and sapphire jewels perfectly representing the usual pastiche that the couple's eyes did as soon as their gazes met, vibrating with love and adoration in the same unison.

— It is a very special gift, Cœur, and despite the fact that from now on I will dress it with pride and much affection, it must be admitted that it will lack power, since the greatest proof of property in your name that can be here is my mind and heart who constantly cry for having only your presence and your whole being. — Irina explained with a silly curve to her lips which soon collided with the Mukami's jaw in an affectionate kiss.

Approaching the dining table, Irina paused for a moment to place the bouquet in its vase of water, thus leaving her hands free and her attention available to deliver to the table.

— My Goodness, I knew I smelled some smoked salmon from here... And with balsamic vinegar! Such a delight. — Feeling her mouth moisten at the increase in saliva, the blonde could already predict the flavor flooding her taste buds.

She carefully observed the different dishes that had been served on the table, everything from starters and snacks to side dishes along with exotic-looking desserts. — How extravagant, you outdid yourself this time Ruki. — Irina praised blindly trusting that everything, even those dishes that did not show the greatest 'forte' of her husband, would feel like a sky lowered to her mouth carried by the very seraphs to bless her palate.

Soon the cup of her favorite beverage caught her attention, appreciating at a first glance the design that Ruki put on with so much love and effort.

— You sweet man, you have not missed even the smallest detail of my preferences and you even went overboard with a design as sought after as this one. Heh, I see I was blessed with the perfect spouse. Nevertheless... — Irina smirked, knowing very well that the joke she was about to say might tickle the dark-haired man's pride a bit. — ...with so much heart everywhere I can't help but think of those schoolgirls so head over heels that draw lots of hearts on their notebooks when they start having a crush. —

Curiosity exploded in the being of the Owl as soon as a carefully wrapped box came into view. Catching it in her possession, Irina peaked with an intriguing look inside to see its contents. Although she appreciated the bath bombs to have a precious moment of relaxation in the bathroom, the ice skates were the gift that most impacted her, thus bringing back several memories.

— It's been years since I last ice skated... I'll even bet I've already forgotten some tricks or even how to keep my balance. — A nostalgic smile escaped her lips as she placed the gift box on the table to warmly receive the embrace and reciprocate it with her own affection.

Melting before the deep kiss, Irina wrapped her arms around Ruki's neck, thus bringing their bodies closer with such desire that it seemed that at any moment they would merge as one.

— I love you so so so much and wholeheartedly appreciate all the things you do for me. — At one point, Irina pressed her forehead to Ruki's allowing their locks to tangle like night and day to create a radiant eclipse. — I am very grateful to have you by my side, and I hope I can make you as happy -or even more- as greet me this joy. —

Finally breaking away from their union, Irina took Ruki's hand, intertwining fingers and linking their resplendent wedding bands together, to sit together in front of their table. — Let's start testing your feast, then we'll wind down in the bathroom just to melt away all our tension so we can enjoy the outcome of the night in the best of ways with greater ease of movement. — She crooned, clearly hinting with a playful mood.

Grabbing a small piece of the salmon with her fork and then popping it into her mouth, Irina raised her eyebrows to feel it melt in her mouth like butter. — Mm~! You have to taste this! — She squealed excitedly, bringing another piece to her husband's mouth, encouraging him to check its texture and taste like a fine ragweed.

[bibleofficial]

not me going ‘yes !’ bc i’m relieved that i got gonorrhea again last MAY bc that means i’m STILL eligible for the monkey pox vaccine let’s GOOOOO

[imwritesometimes]

I have to make another almond snowflake cake and marinara sauce and set the table and clear the bar and set it with serving dishes but I'm so unmotivated today I want to nap with the cats help

[lilacmarble]

was thinking of getting dine out

[minqies]

damn, this new lip balm i just bought tastes so good 😍😍