#totally guessing

[troncelliti]

@melissa32

What is a gay person? Have a dictionary? Use one? Look up, gay? Read what it says? Find the answers? Most words have multiple, even, oxymoronic, definitions. It’s often about context. Extrapolate a word, alone, we’d all have a hard time of it! Use it in a sentence? It’s already doing something more.

Quite right! Quite wrong! Quite! Quite? Feeling rather quite good. Chutzpah! Chutzpah! Chutzpah? Chutzpah, what happened? Are you alright? All right? No! I’m not all right. My birthday’s Friday and I still don’t have a playmate!

You going out in drag? Take me with…?!?!? You had a sex change…? Carn’t we still play, pretend!?!?? We can’t just be friends????!?!?

I want a playmate! I want a girl! A girl who likes to be a girl! Who gossip’s with her friends! Who, then, I’m doing a rain dance in my pants, want some of this, too!!!

Are you ever too young? I’m your babysitter. Duh! It’s macho, don’t you know?

Are you ever too old? Really? You’re too old for a little public nookie? So? You’re in a wheelchair? You’re too embarrassed to lift up your skirt and let me in? Public nookie!

Anyhow, back to the catfish. Catfish? Catfisher? This one’s catfishing?

Who me? I’m just looking for date.

[bookwyrminspiration]

I can behave normally around books

[mooncalf87]

Charlie: hey, Al, Rosie is at the door!

Al: oh no

Rosie: DARLINGGGGGGG ITS YOUR YEARLY SLANG EDUCATION DAYYYYYYY

Alastor: HIDE ME QUICK

[starryeyesmasc]

okay you got me 🙄

I’m thinking about my legs wrapped around your waist as you thrust your strap obscenely deep and I’m so fucked out I can’t do anything but moan each time 🤭

but don’t tell anyone…

[terrys-min-catl]

hey, i made smth (weird)

this is so bad, that it makes it double better

[zoe-oneesama]

She can’t have THAT much sway, just look at her shoes!

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[yasmeensh]

The comforts of palace life are still within reach for Zelda with the Tri-rod ✨

[blueskittlesart]

robot yuri (i finished persona 3)

[markscherz]

Oh snap, tumblr did the thing.

[goldensunset]

when people refer to canon story-relevant kingdom hearts games as ‘spinoffs’ it makes me sad not only for the obvious reasons i always say but also bc like man i WISH this series had spinoffs. imagine what they could do if they had permission from nomura to truly go off the rails and ignore the greater canon for a second and just do some fun whimsical plotless thing in an alternate universe. imagine a fishing/boating game on destiny islands. kh fighting game. it is an injustice that we have been deprived of kingdom karts. can anyone hear me

[egophiliac]

What do you think of Rook's savanaclaw card? <333

I didn't get him (and I need to save my keys for Silver's birthday, sob) so I looked up his groovy, and I'm not over how incredibly dramatic and epic and cool it looks in direct contrast to the absolutely ridiculous context. just look at that dynamic action and his majestic sparkling tears and keep in mind that this is pretty much right after a bunch of characters have been dance battling for his soul.

and then even the actual moment of the groovy is just like

this is NOT a negative in the slightest, I love it all, this truly was an incredible update in so many ways

[peachesofteal]

Simon Riley who’s not well adjusted and sticks his thick fingers in your mouth whenever he wants.

He pinches your cheeks together too. Holds the fat tight enough it stings. Enjoys the way your eyes dart around the pub, watching everyone watch you, their concern and curiosity shrinking away when he glares at them.

Ignores Johnny when he hisses to let ‘er go, murmuring that he’s making a scene, and “ye’re gonna get us kicked out again LT.” He holds your pretty face in his fist and smiles as you start to squirm.

Though pinching your cheeks is nothing like sticking his fingers in your mouth.

He’ll grip your chin on the train and press his thumb to the tip of your tongue, forcing it against porcelain teeth. Tips as sharp as razor clams, he scrapes the gnarled edge of his fingernail across their jagged tops, before returning to depress the flat of your tongue until your eyes go wide. Can’t swallow? Can’t breathe. Problem, pet?

He likes the way your teeth shine. Oyster shells iridescent in the sparkling sun of a beach, shucked and shattered, punished by the force of the surf, or the prying strike of a predator. No one shell is alike, millions of spirals and patterns, scotch bonnets and scallops, cockles and cowries, all lining the shore, but you’re the one he sifted through sand to find. His nautilus shell. A perfect spiral, a Fibonacci sequence, the sum of his life and his choices, all here in his hand. One day, he’ll pluck a pearl from behind your teeth, one harvested for him, built from the swirl of brackish water, salt soaked crystals rolled across a seabed until they took shape, a thing, a beautiful thing, made of you, made of him.

He’s fed them to you before. Oysters. Cracked their hinges with his own fists and slipped them down your throat, sea salt and sweet, he couldn’t help but lick inside your mouth after each one, shoving into cracks and crannies, zest of a lemon still tart on your tongue.

You bit him once. The ocean is a tempest, a reflection of yourself, violence humming in a swell only Poseidon could soothe. He gentled your wild tides after that, taught you the stark difference between good behavior and bad, smart choices and reckless ones.

You’re a good girl. You learned.

His fingers find the velvet catch of your cheek too often, and though his cock prefers the back of your throat, the thrashing, vibrating squeeze of your swallows, he likes to tuck into the silk beside your molars. Pretty pockets of a conch shell, protecting a panacea, one made only for him, for his scars.

He drifts there, carried on ocean currents too strong to be stopped when he splits you open on his cock, when he sits you on his lap, when he sates your hunger by his own hand. He insists, even in the pubs, on feeding you bite after bite, thumb and forefinger grazing the roof of your mouth, spongy flesh begging him to press so hard his thumbprint sears to your skin.

At night, he finds your mouth on instinct. Slips right between your teeth and floats away on a twilight tide, like the sea singing a baby to sleep.

[azurechicken]

It is a good thing that the BG3 team is attentive and we get updates all the time, but where does it end? If they are going to continue changing stuff about the game per request, what will be there left of what they envisioned in the first place? Especially for character traits and dialogue, like making them kinder and more likeable, just because there were two more people asking for it and they happened to see it. I just don't want to see characters shift into generic ones just because of a need to respond to everyone's ideas

[sea-webs]

"I don't know who I want to be, anymore."

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[laddercat]

doodles cause i'm crazy

[illiaccrest]

You know what else Aventurine needs is a nap buddy.