#time to bring this tradition BACK

[shoomlah]

Back in college my friends and I had a Valentine's Day tradition where we'd all make valentines for each other from our respective fictional crushes, Secret Santa style, and it RULED💘💘💘

(Benry valentine courtesy of the ever-enabling @fearsomebeast)

[ask-iceking-and-magicbetty]

how are you two are gonna spend christmas??? (i NEED to see a christmas betty plsplspsl)

[mikrotyalm13]

everything about Gavriil feels suffocating.

how his presence alone can be almost overwhelming, how his massive body cages you everytime without a chance to escape. you wouldn't dare to try anyway, knowing that you don't even have a say against a creature of his caliber. he will find you. in your dreams, in your nightmares. in your room.

how he will be intense and vague about everything just for the sake of it; to confuse you further, to see the conflict of emotions in your eyes merge with arousal. eventually your hesitance turns into acceptance, a desperate need to feel his hands all over you. and he will be oh so grateful to fulfill that desire.

how his thick tongue pushes past your lips and into your mouth, reaching almost the back of your throat, relishing in the muffled little sounds you make. your drool mixed with his saliva drips down your chin, and your hazy eyes look up at him when he finally pulls away, giving you a second to breathe.

how his hips are slamming into you relentlessly, your wetness and lack of resistance allowing him to move almost effortlessly. forced to hold onto him for dear life instead of pushing away. all of your morals and principles are being tossed out of the window every single time he comes to you. he has you where he wants you, and will not stop until he feels like you can't take it anymore.

and how in the morning he vanishes away, leaving you guessing: was it just another wet dream? but the cold stickiness between your legs tells you more than you need to know.

[havealastkiss]

i woke up and i saw the photos of people invading jack’s wedding rehearsal dinner and it’s seriously so disrespectful and creepy. people say “swifties invaded jack’s wedding” but those people are not swifties, they’re freaks who don’t respect taylor at all as they’re okay with invading her and her friends’ privacy like this and who are there just so they can post a tiktok and get attention. no actual swiftie would have been there because what makes someone a true fan is not how long have they known her or how many times they’ve seen her live, what matters is that you love taylor and that you respect her !!! not only as an artist but also as a human being, and that is, not to invade her privacy like that and to treat her like an actual person rather than some trophy or object

sure she’s a celebrity and people want to meet her and take pictures with her, we know that, but the way to do that is by attending actual events she organizes with the purpose of meeting fans and not crowding her studio whenever she’s in there or interrupting a literal wedding rehearsal (a private event!!!) just so you can see her sit on a chair or take a 6 second walk to her car

[shoku-and-awe]

Good morning and welcome to Day 2 of THE LATEST LITERACY WALLCHART FOR CHILDREN Advent Calendar! Brought to you by I am in line at the Immigration Office right now and it is damp and slow.

I love this comparison and I feel intrinsically that it is accurate, and yet, despite having spent the last 7 or so years looking at this wallchart every single day (it lives in my bathroom), I still have never seen a tomato that made me think, “Huh! A lantern.” I do hope that someday I will. If you or someone you love has ever encountered the red tomato that looks like a lantern, pictures please!

[kiruamon]

Grey World - Change of heart

Third comic part of the Grey World AU. Officer Sun is back. And things are taking a new direction. Wish you fun with this one.

[khihi]

SERIOUSLY we have been so nice about him, he has been all naughty naughty with his of and ruoska and all but we have been chill-thirsting and I am so PUMPED that we are back to extreme unhinged screamthirsting tonight.

he's been getting SLUTTIER and SLUTTIER and we've been holding back, for what??

i think it's time we returned to our Whore Home roots <3

[elizabethrobertajones]

I'm not jealous of everyone going to the Ala Mhigan ball, I think after liberating Ala Mhigo, Frog went home for the first time in 3 years and ate her dad's cooking, cried a bit, and slept for like a week.

[itissadbutitsmy-artblog]

i drew this when i finished fionna and cake and he wasnt there

spader: bye guys i am NOT coming back

[ejunkiet]

cherry on top by siren_call (18+)

blood moon if: chelsea (alpha!mc) / sergi stolyarchuk

"So it's true?" he sits up, so they’re almost face to face, his arm wraps all the way around her.

"Yeah."

He gets a strange look on his face. "Pulled me out of the river of death with your bare claws, huh?" and it's quiet, delivered like a joke.

But she can't laugh, not about his death. Not when the heart in her throat threatens to choke her like river water. Sergi’s unresponsive body in her arms. The feel of his shirt in her fist. The blood.

Chelsea holds his face gently in her hands, looks down into his eye, and so gently, possibly the softest thing she's ever done, she places a kiss over his right eye.

"Always." she promises as an alpha, as something more.

currently going feral over this blood moon fic, enough that I’m bringing back fic rec friday for it -- intimate and tender and deliciously steamy, and just. yeah. ONE FOR THE SERGI FANCLUB.

[shut-up-rabert]

They don’t treat sex offenders like they used to and it shows

[impossible-rat-babies]

depending on how beastmaster is handled there is a strong case for it to part of eyrie’s lore, but also please get it far away from them

[bmpmp3]

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[bumblingbabooshka]

T’Pring/Michael could be everything 

[mejomonster]

When ppl in person realize i can draw, and i mention im writing, theyre like: oh are you making a comic? Then when i say no, it took me 30 days to do a 30 page 1 chapter comic last time I tried at 4-6 hours of work a day and ideally id like a turnaround of like one 30 page chapter per 1-2 weeks if i was going to do it long term so. No. I am not making comics any more.

Then theyre like: are u gonna illustrate ur book???

And while i deeply appreciate the sentiment. Its also like... well my good sir madam elder, do u typically... look for adult novels with illustration pages? I mean yes i love illustrations too but im not sure why id draw extra, when im already gonna probably make my own cover, and i want my books to be enough within confines of expected that ppl idk... give em a chance? Idk. Food for thought. Do i illustrate my book chapters mm

[flowerflamestars]

Effloresce snippet

“And her daughter,” Azriel went on, quiet, “Shahar, heir to the Kingdom of Illyria and the Court of Night.”   “They died,” Nesta’s voice rang, cold clarity, a knife through Cassian’s ribs, “On Illyrian soil. The father blamed the assassins and the son”- “Yes,” Azriel hissed, not a man, a shadowsinger born of mountain cold and absolute cave darkness, cruel in what he could not unknow.   Shahar, the hope and dream of two different worlds. Patient cleverness, wrathful magic- a half Illyrian child who could sing the wind to shape so easily as she could winnow darkness and call down dreams.   A high lady worth following, at just seventeen.   An awing, devastating, dangerous power- to no one more than Cassian’s brother, who’d followed the song of his soul all the way to servitude.   It was Vanserra- quick, bright Lucien- who fearlessly leaned closer, and put a hand on Azriels shoulder. Embers floated free in the air, beautiful, delicate temporary stars. “There’s somewhere we need to go, Shadowsinger.”   Horror rippled visibly over Nesta’s face, greying her pallor further.   She swallowed. Retraced her steps to reach, without a shred of hesitation, and fold her smaller hand over Azriel’s unmoving grip. “Tell us what you need, and you will have it.”   Gentle- gods and fucking stars- Lucien Vanserra tugged on Azriel’s shoulder, and unresponsive, pulled the fell wind of the north willing into a winnow.   The sudden magic didn’t startle Nesta, not like it would have Feyre. She went right back to pacing, quick and vicious. Cassian watched through three revolutions before Nesta’s steps stalled.   “She was his”-   Her furious shoulders framed before the window, steel. Starlit snow through the glass, Lucien ember’s flung around her still, like magic itself could not resist that draw any more than he himself wished to. She was beautiful and terrifying, a light herself in this world, and Cassian was not Azriel- he would not have survived without her, now that he’d found her.   “Yes.”