#this has been in my drafts for 3 days!

[oatberrytea]

A rose petal bath for the one that didn't get a rose 🥀

[spocksjuul]

My baby here on earth!!! Showed me what my heart was worth!!!!!

[pensbridgertons]

PERIOD DRAMA APPRECIATION WEEK 2023

day 1: favorite adaptation + day 2: favorite tv show

jamie and claire + book to screen (in/sp)

[daily-odile]

peak physical condition

[h-doodles]

thank u mommy i mean mommy i mean mommy i mean MO—

[tenderpreyy]

​I’m thinking again about Astarions sexuality and how I've seen some people (to be fair, just a few) talk about it. Mainly, people pointing out his flamboyant behavior, and that us as players are learning more about his past male lovers than female ones and basically all these things for some people pointing to him being gay or at least not interested in women in the same way he is in men. And him only being a romance option regardless of gender, because, well, all companions are and he is therefore just "playersexual", only showing interest in female player characters because he has to, because of the game mechanics.

I think what really rubs me the wrong way about this topic is that it echoes the kind of things bi/pan people (speaking as a bisexual woman myself) find themselves dealing with irl. Whether through some form of internalized biphobia or from the outside through other people's comments. Of course this is about a fictional character so it’s not like he has any feelings that could be hurt. But when i see people tallying up how often he mentions men vs. how often he mentions women it really reminds me of a way of thinking I sometimes fall into in regards to my own sexuality. This is definitely just an internalized response and not something I actually believe when I truly think about it for a second, but I know these patterns of thought very well. Of observing my own behavior. How often do I find which gender attractive? Am I attracted "enough" to women? Do I talk about men's attractiveness too often? Is it the other way around? Am I only saying this woman is attractive to prove something to myself? I literally have a girlfriend and my attitude towards mine or other's sexual orientation is generally a huge big "whatever, I don't care". And I still have a passing thought like that from time to time.

So seeing people talk about a fictional character in this way really sends home how many people (whether consciously or unconsciously) see attraction as some sort of equation, you can solve, where in the end you get a result of either gay or straight.

[ajaxpilled]

relationship weight is so cute bc im just thinking about childe straddling wriothesley in the morning,, the two having a lil lie in on the weekend

bending down as he presses little kisses to the sleepy boxer's face before sitting up to rub his tummy the way he likes it; running his thumb along the strip of exposed midriff where his t-shirt has rucked up before gently smoothing his palm over the pliant softness, pressing his palm in with warm pressure

and he's like “hmm you've gotten kinda chubby,,”

“it's bulking season.”

“you always say that...”

cue childe being thrown forcefully off of the bed,,

[chapinii]

Been thinking about how within the dynamics of q!Hideduo, both of them let themselves loose around each-other in different ways.

Fit, ever the 2B2T veteran, has never not had to look over his shoulder all the time. Any friendly relationships he may have had before had the potential to turn into a betrayal at any moment, and he's been so used to putting on a tough guy act in order to be taken seriously as a bold mercenary, or to scare off enemies who seek to destroy him for the fun of it. With Pac, he's finally unafraid to be able to sit back a little whenever he's with him, knowing that he has someone he can put his trust into, no matter what.

Pac, on the other hand, is more comfortable with letting himself go a little more. He's so used to being the one to diffuse situations when Mike runs into things, always ready to act with caution at whatever life may throw at him but also willing to sacrifice himself if needs be. He's also found himself to be the younger of the two, a stark contrast to being the eldest of Favela 6, so that air of responsibility is somewhat lifted, and he can feel free to let himself breathe a little, knowing that Fit will always have his back, especially whilst Mike is still asleep.

[tragicotps]

Young Masriel AU: affair era

[beatcroc]

on fake pep and pizzahead

an essaypost because as far as i'm concerned pizzahead is dead and gone postgame. i know he isn't really and as far as the credits show he Does just kinda show up to lurk around peppino's sometimes, but i do not like or care about him enough to explore that encounter in art or a comic </3

if i did though this would be the vibe

now not to be misleading, i don't think pizzahead was ever outright mean or abusive to fp or anything, but he has a pretty strong track record of being neglectful and Not Really Giving A Shit, so... i don't exactly think their relationship was great either.

i mentioned on the post about the peppinos postgame that fake pep's nervousness mostly stems from him being very Unsure about everything- being a test tube baby and only ever knowing the tower --specifically mostly just bruno's where there was never anyone around+the labs which, while not a warzone in the traditional sense for him, still had him largely in survival mode and didn't give him any room for learning and self-actualization and whatnot--means he just Does Not Know much about how anything in the regular world works, and really he's missing a lot about how to contextualize his own experiences as well. being a fucked up unnatural Thing certainly doesn't help either, as there's no one else around that's like him in that way to learn or take cues from [the war clones weren't really sapient enough to glean much from, so closest he's got is real pep, which... only goes so far]; not to mention most people's reaction to anything he does is fear, there's a language barrier, i could really keep going here but the point is he just doesn't really know how to handle himself around people, which makes him Very Anxious.

this is ESPECIALLY strong anyone he perceives to have some kind of authority over him. peppino and pizzahead both are chief among these, and where i said a lot of the reason he gets on well with peppino because there is zero emotional guesswork with pep, the express opposite is true with pizzahead. you never know WHAT that guy is thinking. sure he's all smiles and silliness, but that doesn't translate to approval when fp has no doubt seen pizzahead committing The Atrocities while acting giddy as ever.

now for what it's worth, i do think pizzahead like, Liked fake pep; and at the very least was proud of him as like, his prized creation or whatever. not sure how much i'd say he respected fp as his own person outside of that but honestly even if he did it doesn't matter much given how... aloof he is with all his minions/employees anyway. nonetheless, his cheeriness towards fp wasn't disingenuous. as i see it, his giving fp his own little shop/attraction to run more or less how he pleased and making him the last and strongest guard to prevent people from getting to floor 5 was meant to attest to fake pep's potential and the prestigious place he would hold in his pizza empire.

unfortunately fp didn't know enough about ph or his motives, or even what he himself was supposed to be doing to understand it like that at all. i feel like pizzahead stayed pretty busy trying to get the tower ready for business; hardly any of his underlings really got much of a chance to talk to him, much less ones with whom he didn't have to work out things like "job interviews" or "financial compensation" and that sort of thing. fake peppino certainly knew who pizzahead IS, but i don't think they ever actually talked or interacted enough for fp to even so much as know his name. fake pep's perception of the events was more or less that they just shoved him in a dingy old shop for reasons unknown and told him not to let anyone upstairs, also for reasons unknown, and also to ESPECIALLY not let the real peppino up there. [with as pointed a target as peppino had on him by floor 4, i feel like it's not a stretch to say fake pep was given some kind of specific warning about him lmao]

besides lack of clarity about his purpose though, i think the most pressing question fake peppino would have for pizzahead, had he the nerve to ask it [which he doesn't], would be "why did you make me like this?" he's seen the other peppino clones, he's seen peppinoreal, he knows he's the odd one out. he knows he's supposed to Be Peppino, or be like peppino, or replace him, or something like that; but as far as he can tell he's just, by design, very bad at it. why would pizzahead make him bad at it? he's clearly capable of making more on-model clones, so what gives? did he just not care? was it some kind of sick joke? hell if fp is ever gonna know.

and to reiterate, pizzahead very much considers fake pep his prized creation; a new and improved Better Peppino, taller, friendlier, always has a charming smile, etc. These were intentional choices and meant to be a positive thing, but without knowing that context, fp is only ever going to see these features as flaws.

it's part of an overall 'inferiority' thing. see, as i see it, most of fp's existence has been defined by failure. failure to guard floor 5, failure to stop peppino [twice!!!], failure to Be peppino, failure to, i don't fuckin know, not become best buds with peppino??? surely that was not in the lesson plan. but anyway, basically everything fp had been given any real instruction to do, he has failed at.

obviously not a great feeling, like, in general, but a hell of a lot worse when confronting the guy who GAVE him that instruction in the first place. and even more so when, again, he can never read pizzahead's mood and well and goddamn aware of the atrocities this motherfucker has committed. [which to be fair ph would not actually do anything awful to fake pep; he'd just be like, mildly disappointed at worst. but as with everything else, fp does not know that]

fake pep as i play him is not particularly given to reflection, but i'm sure by now he's at least realized that the tower was not a great situation and/or that there was some fucked up shit going on in there....at this point I don't think he knows what he feels towards it or pizzahead.

the tower is still very much the first place he called home; bruno's was in some sense "made for him", and it wasn't exactly his choice to leave. he's also never been given an explicit reason to hate or distrust pizzahead, but on the flipside, his living around peppino has just been like so much better in every way, and again- this is the guy he had been told was a danger and given explicit instruction to stop. there's also something to be said for how hes gotta be aware of how much peppinoreal fucking hates the tower... i don't really have a coherent way to wrap this up, but like, you get it. It's Complicated™ and he's really not going to confront it unless he has to.

for the most part though, i... really don't think he's going to have to confront it. his life is a lot better now and there's little reason for most of it to come up; none of his past failures really matter here, and in some sense they're even celebrated; peppinoreal is far more glad that fp doesn't actually look or act much like him, so even if it still stings a bit somewhere in the back of his mind, maybe it's not so bad he's his own person.

anyway. to further clarify the image at the top, it's not peppino deliberately defending fp; it's peppino being "kill on sight" at pizzahead, and fp readily deferring to peppino's action because he is absolutely not figuring out his feelings on [gestures broadly to everything else in the post] in the moment, and pep is obviously a hell of a lot more ready to handle this situation than he is.

And a quick last tldr to clarify what I meant by everything else in the post,

[julielilac]

Build Jakapan Puttha winner of 2022 Top Beautiful Face In Asia Pacific

[ranger-crow]

‘Bout time I got around to posting this-

We got six healthy chicken nuggets! In order from oldest to youngest we have-

Jovi: Female, March 11th

Halen: Male, March 12th:

Chili: Male, March 13th

Pepper: Female, March 13th

Fleetwood: Male, March 14th

Roxie: Female, March 16th

I will definitely be breaking into the daycare over the next week to see who opens their eyes first! I’ll try to get some better pictures of them later ‘cause these guys have some very pretty colorations and spots starting to come in that isn’t done justice under the heat lamps. Fleetwood has a very heavy melanin pigment and pepper is a reddish purple that seems to grow deeper each day.

I’m holding Roxie- I ended up giving her shell a little crack since she was struggling to get a start and she’s very reactive to my voice. Despite her late start she’s easily the chunkiest of all her siblings and a lovely rosey purple color with some larger splots of white. Don’t tell anyone but I definitely have a favorite <3

[stylesrecord]

LATE NIGHT TALKING LOVE ON TOUR – Lisbon (7/31)

[thephantom]

She's been laughing at you while she's having her men! She'll be nothing but trouble again and again! You must sack the girl today! Right, my girl... ON YOUR WAY!

Katie Hall as Fantine in Les Misérables on West End, 2023. @shakeatradefeather's master.

[rakkuntoast]

qmaxo's character is built from losing things he holds dear the most

[sparklingsin]

— it's chemistry, baby | steve harrington

+ steve harrington x reader

summary: you invite steve over to help you study, but he's got something else on his mind. full request here.

tags: smut, little plot, ⚠ 18+ MDNI ⚠, steve being a tease, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex (please wrap it before you tap it)

Steve helping you study should’ve ideally been a good idea. But because he was also your boyfriend, it decidedly was not.

On a slightly humid evening, you’d let him into your house through the window — because, well, it was the dead of the night and boyfriends weren’t allowed for sleepovers in the L/N house. And you should've been well scared of letting him in, but your parents were gone for the night, leaving only your siblings in the house with you. They didn’t pose as much of a threat and you could always bully them into shutting up.

However, the second Steve had got in, it had been clear from the mischievous look on his face that he was neither interested in studying nor being quiet.

“We can study, pumpkin,” he had said, crowding you against the wall beside your bed. “But we should use my foolproof method of retention,” he had added, moving to that sweet spot behind your ear and kissing you there.

That was enough to have you weak in the knees, all of the resolution to study already exiting your body. “What’s this method?” you had asked, breath becoming shallow as he pulled you over to the bed and pushed you onto it, gently.

“Watch and learn, sweetheart. Watch and learn.”

That’s how you ended up here, with Steve’s face buried between your legs, one of his hands holding your chemistry textbook, the other hooked under your right knee.

“What’s the formula for Potassium Ferricyanide?” he asks, mouth hovering right by your core, making you groan in frustration. Your hair is a mess, streaked with sweat from the activities of past hour. Steve’s method is tortuous alright, and it might be the best-worst way you’ve studied for a test.

“If this is your idea of dirty talk, it isn’t working, Stevie,” you whimper, arching your back to push your core into his face but he merely holds you down. Every brush of his skin on your hypersensitive body has you writhing.

“Hilarious,” he says, kissing your inner thigh, “But I’m not going to do anything unless you answer.”

You thump the bed in exasperation, the need for release that had been building up from the past hour, becoming unbearable. You try to concentrate, scrunching your eyebrows together in a lame effort to remember but the image of Steve shirtless is the only thing you can picture.

A flick to your clit from Steve sends a jolt across your body, and the answer comes to you miraculously.

“K-3-FECN-6,” you mutter with effort, and Steve immediately licks a long strip across your cunt — your reward for the right answer. You groan, feeling your pussy pump with anticipation once more but Steve does nothing more to entice it. You try, for the second time that night, to use your own hand to help yourself but Steve swats it away, giving you a stern look. 

“I decide when you get to do that,” he chides and that shuts you up for good.

“Here’s a different type of question,” Steve says, switching the book to his other hand and sitting up so you’ve got a full view of his chest and that kills the rest of your brain cells. “Which one of these is not a method of corrosion?”

Without warning, he hooks one of his fingers inside you. “A) Galvanisation,” he asks, twisting his finger gently as if drawing the word out of you. Your eyes roll back, his fingers making you see stars.

“B),” He continues, sticking another finger in and you can’t help but mewl— a soft whimper twisting its way out of your lips, “Cathodic Protection.”

“Or C) Heating,” he drawls, slowly pulling out his fingers until they’re gone, leaving your pussy clenching around emptiness. The languid motion of his hand makes you arch in bed, all thoughts escaping your mind— sans the beat of his name. A) Steve, B) Steve, C) Steve your mind chants, hot flashes making your body tremble.

“I’m waiting for an answer, baby,” Steve purrs after a moment, but his words are almost quiet and it makes you think that he might be just as riled up as you.

You think hard, trying to ignore the pulsing in your abdomen. “Is it heating?” you ask, sitting up on your elbows in an effort to calm yourself down. 

Steve pulls your leg at that, making you slide towards him so that his face is now inches from yours. “I’m asking the questions, baby. Give me a definite answer,” he says, squeezing your thighs. He’s purposely doing this, yes, but the look in his eyes with the commanding voice makes your skin tingle in all the right places.

“Heating,” you say, pushing yourself up to him and he takes your left nipple into his mouth and swirls his tongue around it. “Right again,” he grunts, sucking long and deep. Your hands instinctively grab his shoulders and pull him closer  — the motion eliciting a groan from him and the sound goes straight to your core.

“Please just... fuck me,” you beg, making your voice whiney and soft. You’ve had enough of this game and the night isn’t getting any younger. Steve falters for a moment— his round eyes dark with lust, your nipple lying on the dip of lips that hang open and shit, you need to cum or you are going to explode. 

“Stevie,” you plead again and Steve's grip on your leg tightens, nails digging in, as if restraining himself.

You push further, arching your chest into his face in the way of an offering.

“C’mon baby, I’ve answered enough questions,” you mewl and that seems to break him.

He’s lunging over you in no time, lips falling onto yours. You can feel his hard-on against your core as he moves against you and you moan into his mouth, hands trailing up his back and tangling themselves in his glorious hair.

“You were the one who wanted to study so bad,” he quips, sinking his face into the crook of your neck and you bite your lip to keep from moaning again. He runs his tongue across the length of your neck, leaving it slopping and wet — much like the insides of your thighs. You squeeze them together in hopes to find a sliver of relief, but Steve’s fingers do your work for you. They slip into you with ease, making you moan so loudly you think it might wake your siblings. But right now, that’s the last thing you care about.

“I think I’m well prepared now,” you purr, as Steve’s lips move up your jaw whilst his fingers pursue your completion. Need courses through your entire being, erupting low in your stomach and blossoming all over.

“And I need you,” you whisper, planting your lips on Steve’s. He tastes sweet; the ecstasy of tasting yourself on him only driving your desperation and you tug at his jeans and he pulls back. Smiling, but that twinkle in his eyes never leaving, he rids himself of his boxers and jeans in one swift motion.

A brief moment of anticipation unfurls across your body in the form of goosebumps, before Steve slides in, his cock filling you whole. You groan in unison, feeling the slightest of respite after that long hour of torture. Steve takes a moment to ground himself, cupping your ass and groans as you shift to adjust yourself.

“Shit, baby,” he rasps.

Sinking further into you, he nudges your legs to circle around his waist. “You okay?” he asks and that’s your Steve — never failing to check in, no matter how hot the moment might be. 

You nod a yes, finding it difficult to find your voice with Steve stretching you open so perfectly. Letting his lips attach themselves to the sweet spot behind your ear he starts to move, with the same languidness that had been driving you insane mere moments ago. It’s slow and it’s so good, but Steve’s hands kneading your breasts are not enough, his chest heaving against yours isn’t enough. You need him, and you need him now.

“Faster, baby,” you breathe, and he complies for once, thrusting faster and the whimpers start pouring from your mouth. He adores the little noises you make — your mewls turning into chants of his name as your wall begin to clench once more.

“Feel s’good,” he moans into your neck, the vibrations setting your skin ablaze and you start to move you hips along with his  — needing that little push, that extra pressure that would send you over the edge.

His thrusts crescendo fast, and you fall, dragging him along with you into a starry darkness that is all encompassing. Stars flare around you, as you whisper his name one last time just as he does yours.

A few minutes pass before you find yourself anchored to earth once more, and Steve is quick to kiss your forehead. The charm and teasing from a few minutes ago has melted into a peaceful bliss that makes his skin shine. “That was perfect,” you mutter, still dazed and Steve smiles down at you — hands moving to your legs that still cling to him. He squeezes them, leaning over to kiss your lips this time  — as if he can never have enough.

“Told you,” he mumbles into your mouth, exhaustion heavy in his voice.

“My method is foolproof.”