#thinkin things

[misty-moth]

The urge to cut and dye my hair to look like Arthur’s is so insanely strong 😮‍💨

[chowder60-06]

computer softwares and pc cd rom games

[urmumhaha]

I wish butch n femme balls existed. Not to b a fucking sap n a massive dyke but wow. Ugh even. Just wanna wear a gown n stilettos n have my honey greet me w a bouquet before we leave n we wear matching or complimentary jewelry n spend hours on my hair and makeup to impress. N then when we get there my honey will spin me around the room for a brief dance before grabbing something to drink, wine for me n whiskey for her, as we chat w other dykes n celebrate butchfemmeness. Or whatever

[coulsonlives]

I could hear this before I even emulated it

[interscribbles]

cowabunga!

[momomallowart]

Fun with portals 🎮✨

[thelonely-journalkeeper]

okay I’m on my first gtn reread and. we know Palamedes started learning medicine to help Dulcie. he knows SO MUCH about the 7th’s blood curse cancer, he’s out here designing new treatments (the pulmonary drain thing). he’s probably a leading expert.

which means when he tries to kill Cytherea, when he gives her Turbo Cancer™️, he’s using all this knowledge he learned to try and save Dulcie now to kill someone. He’s using it to outsmart a Lyctor, who’s been alive for 10,000 years. He finds something Cytherea doesn’t expect and exploits that weakness.

Pal never got to meet Dulcie. He couldn’t save her, no matter how much he studied. But the knowledge didn’t go to waste. He may not have been able to save her, but he could help avenge her - by exploiting the same cancer he was trying to cure.

[otiksimr]

Trying out this 'Procreate' thing again.

[gearbroth]

question: how many of yall actually fw doom

[spicyraeman]

really love that everyone assumed that that one piece was a dress, she'd rock it both ways tbh

[bambiali]

[hurrakka]

RE6 AU baybeeee

[solarmorrigan]

Wait hold on I'm having a thought

We have rock star Eddie whose dreams take off and who starts going on tour, and we have Steve who misses him while he's away and would love to tag along, except -

He'd grown up watching his father go on business trips (and "business trips") and watching his mother eventually start traveling with him because she didn't trust him

He'd watched his father start to resent his mother and call her overbearing and jealous and controlling, and he doesn't want the same thing to happen between him and Eddie. He doesn't want Eddie to think that he doesn't trust him, or to seem like he's hovering and trying to keep Eddie on some kind of short leash

It takes time for him to realize that Eddie wants him to take an interest in that part of his life. He wants Steve along on his tours, if Steve wants to come, because he loves him and he misses him while he's away, too

It takes time for him to realize that his parents' model of marriage doesn't have to be his own, and with every song Eddie dedicates to "someone special in the audience," with every party he keeps glued to Steve's side through, with every secret smile he aims backstage during a performance, Steve's worries that Eddie is only humoring him (or, worse, harboring some secret resentment) melt away

He isn't a weight around Eddie's neck and he isn't merely tolerated - he's welcomed, and wanted, and loved

[luxurychristmaspudding]

listen. you know what's about to happen here. i'm thinking about giving joel road head. broad day light.

you've been away on a trip, tided over by calling him every night, shooting him a text when you have a moment to spare. sending him pictures of you knelt in front of the hotel mirror in your nicest lingerie; a shot of the straps slipping down your shoulders, panties pushed to the side. pretty glisten, dark fade of your fingers as you work yourself through an orgasm. mouth dropped in a silent cry, one word frozen on your lips. joel.

and he's so sweet, so kind. talking you through it, filming himself coming. warm drip of his spend over his knuckles, flooding through the dark plaid of his pyjama bottoms. which is why it takes you by surprise how quiet he is when he picks you up at the airport.

sure, he kisses you. sweeps his tongue through your wanton mouth, hands gripping you through your clothes. holds your hand on the walk to the truck, carries your bag. opens the door for you, swings a palm onto the back of your headrest as he reverses out the parking space.

but you know well enough by now what has him so stiff. you can tell by the feather of a muscle in his jaw, the way his hands tighten on the wheel when you stretch and take off your jumper. can tell by the bob of his adam's apple when he swallows roughly at your cooing, the way you lean in closer, the way you trail a hand up his thigh.

your cowboy is a man on a fucking mission. no matter how much you palm him, how much you squirm, running your fingers between your own thighs and his, he will not pull over. hell bent on getting you home so he can fuck you into the mattress, the highway blurring before him as he pictures your ass rippling against his thighs as he takes you from behind. he's barely conscious of your fingers working at his buckle, slowly drawing his belt from its front loops. pop of the button, draw of the zipper. but he's pretty fuckin aware of the wet warmth of your mouth as it closes around the tip of his cock, sinking down, down, as he groans from between his teeth.

this is different to what you've done before. before, you'd be gagging and stroking, on your own mission to make him come as quickly and as loudly as possible. now, you spread your hand across his thigh, grounding. you move your head gently, up and down, eyelashes fanned across your cheeks as you suck and moan and whimper quietly. slowly.

feeling him, tasting him. how thick and heavy he is. velvet and steel, firm and all man. nose pressed against the curls at his base as you inhale deeply, eyes rolling back in your skull at the smell of his musk, the watery salt covering your tongue. he groans louder above you, panting, shifting his hips slightly so the tip of his cock knocks against the back of your throat. you whine, more saliva dripping past your lips, down your chin, pooling on his thighs.

he begs you to move a little, that gravelly twang, a most delicious please, baby, please. you oblige, taking him deep, just a little faster. tongue swirling at the tip, strong flicks against the slit and sensitive skin, before dragging your mouth back down him, throat tight, mind fuzzy.

and oh, he fucking loves it. twitching as he gathers your hair with one hand, twisting it into something of a ponytail. moving your head at the pace he desires as he hisses through his teeth, wanting people to see the strands curled around his fist through the glass, the glossy movement of your mouth, how blissed out, cock drunk you look when you swallow his cum.

when you're satisfied, finished with your suckling and your kisses, still tasting him on your tongue, you back yourself up against the passenger door and spread your legs for him. so obscene, the sight of his softening cock barely tucked into his jeans, his lascivious grin as he catches glimpses of your hand disappearing behind your thighs. the pictures you sent him playing out in real time, you're fucking soaked. glistening - shining in the sunlight. puffy, swollen, you look at him through hooded eyes, pleading for help. he glides a finger through your folds as you circle your clit, clenching already, painting patterns with your wetness, fucking you slowly, not nearly full enough.

your head tipped back against the glass, breath shuddering as you teeter on the edge, grabbing at his strong, tanned forearm. begging him to let you come, begging him to wait until he can fuck you full.

the way he twists that hand in his grip as he kisses your knuckles, chuckling. he doesn't mind making you wait, after all. even when you've been such a good girl.

anyway. i was just thinkin about it.

[itadooori]

quick lil dae-ho thing

[dukeofthomas]

Here's my controversial opinion; if you're trying to write Bruce as a non-abusive, good parent, you should also write him respecting his kids' privacy, boundaries, and not stalking&surveying them.