#thoroughly enjoyed these!

[wexhappyxfew]

E for Landslide, H, and U for the fanfic ask game !!! :)

AH! POET HELLO!!! thank you so much!! i am especially excited about E for Landslide to say the least ;) thank you again! <333

E: If you wrote a sequel to Landslide, what would it be about?

OKAY! SO! I got this idea for a Landslide sequel back when I was in the midst of writing Natia in Holland, which was peak Natia, to say the least. There's no title for it because I highly doubt I will be getting to it anytime soon, but we focus on Natia and Joe Toye's eldest son, Feliks Toye. He's very much like his mother, in many ways, and goes on to work in the CIA. He's under the guise of 'Agent Brute', a homage to his love for Ancient Roman history and follows him through his time as a CIA agent. We enter the second 'main character', Carrie Tavoularis, a fellow CIA agent, under the guise of 'Agent Viola'. They spend their time as CIA agents in the era of the Cold War and Vietnam, hunkering down in places like Italy, England, and Moscow. I have an incredibly vague plot and we'd have features of the entire Toye family in flashbacks to them growing up, Feliks' relationship with his parents and his two siblings, Poppy and Thomas, and his connections with men from Easy Company that influence Feliks' decision to join the CIA, such as Ronald Speirs.

I think I would definitely enjoy writing it, and hope, if I do get time, I'll maybe test a one-shot out or something! :)

H: How would you describe your style?

I feel my style flows a lot with description and internal monologue. Internal monologue is by far one of my favorite things to write; I just feel that in situations, characters have a LOT to think and feel and experience and an internal monologue provides for that. Natia really was just internal monologue over dialogue and I'm taking that into ATTDC as well with certain OCs. Description I use a lot after that, when it's needed. But, over anything, internal monologue usually carries the stories. I find it most 'eye-opening' and the best way to get the best perspective of the story.

U: Share three of your favourite fic writers and why you like them so much.

This is going to sound so bad but I haven't really read much fanfiction in at least a solid two years since college has started. I tried keeping up with certain fics, but college consumed me and so I haven't been able to really keep up with many fics (it makes me want to cry that I can't, but college always takes priority rn). I DID finally get back a bit and start reading your fic SBT, which I have been thoroughly enjoying more than anything!! Daisy is a loveable lil character and I will protect her with my LIFE! @mercurygray will always be a favorite because of TDS as well; the description, the dialogue, the characters! :) I'm so sorry this is such a bad response to this question!! I keep telling myself to get back to reading more fic, but I just haven't been able to! :(

[nebulousfishgills]

Listen, Otto realizing that he helped put a moron on the Iron Throne and then going through the five stages of grief before dipping is peak comedy, bro really fucked around and then found out.

[connabeth]

can we talk about percy uncovering luke’s true intentions and luke coming clean about wanting to recruit percy as a powerful ally and percy obviously refusing despite sympathizing with the cause because he’s just better than that leading to them dueling, with luke about to strike percy down when annabeth’s blade, the one luke gifted her, the same cursed blade that’ll reap his soul 3 years from now, sealed with the promise of family and new beginnings, knocking into backbiter in luke’s hands, and luke turning to stare at her with the most heartbroken, torn expression on his face and annabeth staring him down with more venom than any pit scorpion could’ve had.

can we talk about annabeth standing in the clearing watching the only man she loves, someone who made a promise to protect her and always have her back, someone she’s known for 5 years, looming over a boy she met mere weeks ago, someone who, despite a godly rivalry getting in the way of their initial friendship, fought for her and saved her and chose her over himself time and time again…can we talk about how the defiance in her gaze made it very clear to luke that the person he’s closest to would choose percy over him every time

[egophiliac]

bring your son to work day

[dearorpheus]

“But there are dark, untouched corners within all of us. Sex can be very exciting in one moment and barely tepid the next. It can feel like love but not be love. It can feel like possession and then the person walks away. You can’t possess another person. You can’t make another person not die. If nothing else, at least my vomit fetish is mine. It’s mine and it’s real.”

— Melissa Broder, So Sad Today: Personal Essays

[watchfrog]

Saw the musical actually so awesome... @sawthemusical

[98chao]

soul jam eater...

shadow milk & pure vanilla designs by @frenchiefieart !!!

[themeraldee]

Awkward sex prompt: homelander figuring out how to control his strength with a human reader, who still wants rough sex, but would prefer to be alive at the end of it.

[Masterlist]

18+ Only | 1.2k | Homelander x gn!Reader | Realistic sex. Communicating during sex. Choking. Penetration (but not specified). Fluff at the end.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” 

“But I want you to.” 

It really should have been no surprise to Homelander when you requested he goes a little rougher on you in bed. At first he was taken aback, stopping the pace he was fucking into you with, jerking his head back as if offended, choking on his breath in surprise. You know who he is, bringing up the use of his strength is no small ask. But you’ve shown the signs before. He could hear the spike in your heart rate anytime he’d showcase the incomprehensible strength he possesses. Whether it was him moving heavy objects, accidentally bending steel frames in his penthouse or breaking furniture—like that one time he ripped the headboard off during a particularly fine blowjob—you loved it. Though he never thought that your dirty little thoughts went straight to him using that strength on you. 

“What if I can’t hold back?” He looks down where you’re right below him, all flushed and spread out for him. He’s been giving you a damn good time but it’s like you can never get enough of him. Always wanting more, more, more.

“You can. You’ve been doing it your entire life. Adding a tiny bit more pressure isn’t gonna change anything.”

The one thing Homelander loves about you the most is the pure trust you have in him. After all you’ve seen of him you still believe that there’s no world in which he would purposefully hurt you. So to hear you all but beg for him to use strength that has more than decimated many gets his heart soaring. The feeling of acceptance and unconditional love blooms warm in his chest spreading all the way out to the fingertips currently wrapped around your neck.

“Come on, what’s the point of being the strongest man in the world if you can’t rough me up a bit? I’ll tell you if it’s too painful okay?”

Your hand sat on top, your fingers tracing over his as you squeezed your hand.

“A little more.” You guide him verbally and manually. Your hand is still squeezing around his own until you reach a point where you’re satisfied with his confidence to do this himself and you pull your hand away. “Yeah, that’s it.” You squeak out a little breathlessly as he restricts your airflow.

“That’s good?” He asks, choking on his words halfway at the way you squeeze around him while he’s still lodged firmly inside you. He jerks with his movement, giving you a very short snappy thrust but after your little intermission where you taught him how to choke even this little sensation made you moan.

Homelander’s eyes widen when he realizes the sheer potential of your request. Not only could he hear your heartbeat, your shaky breaths and moans, he could now also feel them. Right against his fingertips. The moan vibrated against his hot skin, your heartbeat constantly thrumming all around him. He felt it in the way you were tight and clenching around him and now he felt it under his grip.

He released his hand a little, settling the palm of it in between your collarbones.

“See? Wasn’t that good? I love feeling your strength, let me have a little more of it.” You say it with such conviction, inviting him in, accepting him exactly—no, especially—because of the way he is.

The last thing Homelander wants is to not be able to fulfill your needs. As much as the thought of hurting you—actually hurting you—kills him, if it’s something you find excitement in he’ll be damned if he doesn’t deliver.

He pulls you down the length of the bed a little bit to give himself more space and with a grin he pins your wrists above your head, holding them down against the mattress with little effort. He knows he’s doing something right when that startles you, you let out a cute yelp that quickly turns into a moan. God, he could eat you up with the way you’re looking at him. But he’s gonna need to leave that for round two. Now he’s here to fulfill a wish.

He slowly picks up the pace. He’s thrusting slow and deep while his other hand freely explores your body underneath him, giving it generous squeezes as he goes. He’s testing the give of you. Learning where he can apply the pressure you so desperately crave. 

He’s fucking into your faster now, grunting at the sheer heat of you surrounding his cock with every slide. His hand glides up your body, settling back on your neck. He gives you a look as if he was warning you of what’s to happen. Yet he still manages to catch you off guard. With the snap of his hips and the iron-clad grip of his hand your eyes widen in what Homelander only translates to fear.

Immediately, he lets go.

“Why did you stop?!” You look at him, your own hand gliding across where his hand was squeezing a second ago, as if to chase the phantom feeling, recreating it yourself.

“Why did I stop? You got scared and I don’t want to fucking kill you!” He sounds angry but it’s mainly to hide the genuine worry that comes with this irresponsible play. It’s already hard for him to hold back anytime you’re having normal sex. Wanting him to rough you up conjures very different imagery in either one of your minds.

“Baby, the scary part is the best bit. I know you’ll stop before it’s too much. You can feel the give of my body. Let yourself feel that, okay?” You say softly, soothing his fears. In your entire relationship he’s not managed to hurt you, you don’t imagine it was about to start now.

“Now come on, I wanna cum with your hand around my neck.” You give him a cheeky smile that breaks him out of any doubts he had about manhandling you the way you’ve requested.

He’s given you exactly what you’ve asked for. Just enough squeeze and pressure that you feel so overwhelmed with the greatness of his presence pinning you down and nearly squeezing the life out of you that you succumb to your release. Homelander follows you there, unable to hold off after seeing the way you look at him with such adoration right after he let your airways open fully and you regained your senses. 

After you’re both beyond blissed out you snuggle up to one another, locking the jigsaw pieces of your bodies together.

Homelander traces a finger across the bruised finger marks wrapping around your neck. Part of him relishes in the way he’s managed to brand you where you won’t be able to hide it easily. Even with a scarf or a turtleneck, any slight move of the garment will expose the impressive size of your lovingly placed bruises. 

The other part of him isn’t that happy about it.

“I hurt you.”

“Duh! I wanted you to!” You scoff as if it was the most obvious thing.

His fingers trace over them some more before he leans in, placing a soft kiss against the marred skin.  

“You’re fucking crazy.” He lets out a little disbelieving laugh as he pulls you closer into his arms.

“Yeah, you’ve been rubbing off on me.”

“Nope, this is all you.” 

“Maybe. Hey, can we try spanking next?”

Taglist (you can add yourself to be tagged anytime I publish a new Homelander story): @infinetlyforgotten  @rafecamsgirlll @nervoussystemss

[shadowsketches]

🦈Shark week!!!🦈

[catsharky]

There we go, 3/3 of what was supposed to be one big part!

This isn't the end, though the next part isn't going to be about Garrus so he will have to stay in grief limbo for a bit. Just while I give a certain someone else a bit of time in the spotlight! Then we'll be back to give the poor boy a break.

Part 1 • Previous Part • Interim Comic 1

[franklyimissparis]

Beatles Wives on Self Help

inspired by paperback book covers of the 60s and 70s, here’s a little graphic design project i’ve been working on pondering the question: what kind of self-help(esque) books would have been useful to the beatles WAGs circa 1968 - then creating them as if they had written them theirselves.

[judgedarts]

she is just so cutie pie🧡

[requiredsoup101]

Okay, so I’m in the middle of reading ORV, and (spoilers) can I just say I love how Kim Dokja just hasn’t dealt with the whole ‘be killed by the person he loves most’ and the person who killed him was Yoo Joonghyuk. Like, they had a whole moment, and I know there’s no main romance, but like. How. How do you fight somebody because they want to die for you, and you want to die for them, and you die in their arms, after being prophecized to be killed by the person you love most, and you just blow it off. How do you convince someone to live for you, sacrifice yourself for them, and then just ‘haha, this never would have happened in the original’.

And then you turn around, find another character with a “wall”, just like you, say you just have to be brave enough to face it, and then just keep on skipping.

Like. Has anybody introduced this man to the idea of a narrative foil? Has he had a single thought about literary analysis in his entire life? Or personal relationships? Anything?

I think there is a wisdom stat in this game, I just think Kim Dokja has been permanently barred from knowing about it’s existence because he has a permanent feature of “Dense as a Brick”

[criticalbeauregard]

a story told as 3 pictures

[fraidycat-art]

[requinum]

happy back to the xianzhou luofu !!