#we're really in now lads

[nightswatchdisbandmentera]

What makes the legend of the last hero stand out among the more prominent messianic figures in the story is its ‘every man’ sort of feel. The Prince That Was Promised can only ever be royal - since the existing requirement is to be born of Aerys and Rhaella’s line, who ruled as king and queen. Azor Ahai is interpreted in story as being related to a king. Yet the last hero was just some guy. His tale has been passed down across millennia, but he himself remains anonymous. We don’t know what family or region he came from. He may have been low born or high born, it doesn’t really matter. And what’s most interesting is how GRRM chooses to parallel his story in the published material. Waymar Royce, Bloodraven, Coldhands, Sam Tarly, Bran Stark, and Jon Snow all serve as narrative mirrors for the last hero. But there’s are quite a few differences. Waymar Royce is a highborn lord, but Jon and Bloodraven are bastards. Jon Snow is the typical fantasy warrior, yet Sam and Bran are GRRM’s deconstructions of what it looks like when a boy who doesn’t fit the chivalric ideal of knighthood gets to be the hero. Jon and Bran are also especially noteworthy because they are at the heart of one GRRM’s core thesis statements:

 “I have a tender spot in my heart for cripples and bastards and broken things.”

So as a propaganda piece, I'd imagine that repeating this tale goes a long way. Imagine you're some unassuming kid from Flea Bottom. You'll never be the promised prince because you're not related to the king. It's a bit hard to be Azor Ahai because where in seven hells will you get dragon eggs, and how will you attain the magic required to bring them to life? But then you COULD be the last hero. Regardless of who your parents are and what type of blood you've got, you too can gather all your friends and go on a hero's journey. And isn't that what children's dreams are made of?

[liones-s]

10/17/22: today’s mood: finally finishing that big assignment and treating yourself with your favourite fall drink

[chosetoseethebestinyou]

The Doctor / Me watching Doctor Who, like, once a season:

can't believe I keep falling for this. Even more so can't believe the doctor keeps falling for this.

[blamemma]

27 👀

inspired by a conversation with @blacklaces, nsfw, 1.4k, max/daniel, feminisation (daniel in lingerie) 😳

Max keeps his hands clasped, across his lap, beige shorts against stark white thighs as he waits. Avoids looking down at the weighted Tag Heuer on his wrist to determine exactly how much time he's been waiting. He shuffles downwards a little against the headboard of the bed, getting comfortable.

They've only just landed. Their own little private Italian island for two weeks. A reprieve over the summer just for them. But instead of feeling relaxed, instead of running his fingers delicately over Daniel's shoulders as he lathers sun cream onto him, Max feels irritable, angsty. Daniel had hustled the staff away from their villa quickly, pushed Max onto the bed with a chaste kiss and then vanished into the bathroom, a muffled "Stay here," spoken into Max's lips. Max had barely any time to protest, pull Daniel in closer, before he heard the click of the bathroom lock.

If he listens closely, pushes the sound of the waves crashing against the shore out of his ears, or the distant calls of bird cry, he can hear the pads of Daniel's feet moving across the bathroom. He can hear him grumbling at something, a short swear word thrown in, Daniel's voice agitated through the dark wood door. Max thinks he can hear Daniel say, "Alright, you got this DR." but that is something he's ever heard his Daniel say, Daniel's self-confidence always enough for him to push through whatever doubt he's having.

He distinctively hears the latch of the bathroom lock come undone and then Daniel's voice, loud but jittery through the wood say, "Close your eyes baby."

"Okay," Max responds, screwing his eyes shut, and he waits more.

This time, he feels the dip in the four-poster bed as Daniel climbs up onto the bottom of it. Max hears the rustle of the sheets, the way the fabric moves under him as Daniel gets settled, and his heart aches a little, desperate to reach out and touch Daniel as he hears him let out a shaky breath.

"Okay Maxy, open them up."

The blinding afternoon light shining in through the balcony doors forces Max to blink rapidly, adjusting to the sun lit room, but he's desperate to stop, because the glimpse of Daniel he's already had his him salivating, keening for even a second more.

At the bottom of the bed, Daniel kneels, feet tucked delicately behind him, hands outstretched on his palms, upper body covered by the sheerest baby-blue teddy, soft-pink lace trim all across the edges. It covers the barest inch of thigh, just about touches the tip of Daniel's ship tattoo. Max can just make out through the sheer fabric a similarly coloured pair of underwear underneath, Daniel's dick clearly visible, the veins shining starkly through the baby blue.

The mesh material accentuates all of Daniel's features; his Adonis belt shines through, the cut of the chest area accentuating his shoulders and neck. Max wants to keep him like this forever, his pretty little boy, all dressed up, waiting for him.

"Daniel," Max lets out breathless, moving forward towards him.

"A present. For You." Daniel responds. "Ten wins baby, eight in a row."

Max crawls forward, a look of worship on his face, and gently caresses Daniel's face in his hands, before bringing him closer.

He brushes his lips delicately against Daniel's, the softest of touches, a similar touch against his cheek, and then moves his lips to his ear, whispering, "You look beautiful."

He leans back once more, drinks Daniel in, watches as goosebumps litter his skin at the praise, tries and tries and tries to commit the sight to memory, because they both know, as soon as Max gets his hands on Daniel, the delicate lingerie won't survive.

He kisses Daniel's neck, kisses over the pearl necklace adorning his neck, covering it in spit, lathes over the crease of his armpit. Taking the silk fabric into his mouth, he kisses over Daniel's nipples, getting drunk on the high, keening noises Daniel lets out.

"Max," Daniel begs, and Max moves away.

"You are my present," Max reminds him. "I can do what I want with you."

Daniel shuffles where he's sat, Max's domineering tone reminding him of his place, before he straightens up again, presenting himself to Max once more.

"Where is your camera Daniel?" Max asks, his fingertips delicately caressing along the length of Daniel's thigh, soft hair tickling him, teasing.

"In my bag." Daniel gestures with a jerk of his head towards the black and blue Gucci he'd discarded on the back of a chair when they'd entered the room.

Max kisses him again, cradles Daniel's face in his hands, runs his tongue across the crease of Daniel's lips, running his thumbs lovingly across his cheeks before leaving the bed.

It's perched neatly at the top, shrouded by a thick jumper Daniel hadn't needed once they'd touched down in the scorching Italian sun. Max fumbles out of his t-shirt, forces his shorts of his body, and heads back towards Daniel, camera grasped in his hands.

He presses the front of his body to Daniel's back, feels him take a sharp intake of break at the intrusion. Max runs his free hand over the front of Daniel's body, runs his finger over one of the straps, pulls at it and lets it snap back onto Daniel's skin, rucks up the rest of expensive fabric in his hand, feeling the expanse of Daniel's chest underneath him.

"Did you order this just for me?" He whispers into Daniel ears. "Did you try it on back at home, make sure it fit you properly, made you look all pretty of course?"

"Yes," Daniel replies. "Yes to all of them. Tried it on when you and Brad were out on a run."

Max feels dizzy at the thought, of Daniel in their apartment, opening the small package he would've been sent, trying the little teddy on whilst Brad was forcing him around the coast of Monaco. Max could have been there, with him. Max could have come home. Brad could have seen.

"The suspenders wouldn't fit round my thighs." Daniel confesses after a beat of silence from Max, a meekness to his voice Max wants to make disappear instantly.

"They look beautiful and strong without them." Max remarks, towering over Daniel and grasping them both in his hands. He kisses the crown of Daniel's head before moving back onto the bed, sitting directly opposite Daniel again.

His dick is achingly hard between his thighs, Daniel's barely touched him, barely done anything, but the sheer sight of him before Max has him yearning. He strokes it quickly, taking the edge off, keeps his gaze locked on Daniel whilst he does it, lets his eyes slowly drop down to where Daniel's own dick is, leaking pre-come and staining his panties.

"This okay?" Max asks as he turns the camera on, just as adept at using it as Daniel is now, a shared possession between them like most things are.

"Always," Daniel responds, a bright smile directed at Max.

"Good," Max responds, before he starts eagerly taking pictures, every angle of Daniel needed so that they can both look back on them later, lay next to each other after a long qualifying session and jerk each other off over them.

"Lay down for me?" Max requests, patting the pillows placed just behind him. Daniel moves instantly, brushing past Max and flopping his body down onto the mattress.

The teddy billows up with Daniel's movement, and then settles around him all misshapen, rising up on his pelvis, so that the mesh underwear is fully on show now, the tip of Daniel's hard dick pushing through the top of the waistband.

Max leans over, kisses the tip of it softly, before sucking the tangy taste of Daniel and pre-come filling his mouth, drawing back just as quickly.

"Max, please," Daniel begs again, more drawn out and high this time. "Anything--please."

“Hm, but I think I like having you spread out like this. Such a gorgeous sight.” 

He takes more pictures, Daniel's long curls framing his face perfectly, his face turned against the pillows as he squirms, the long shape of him picture perfect.

"Pretty boys like you deserve a reward I think," Max teases, and he shuffles downwards, ripping Daniel's underwear apart with his hands, diving forward quickly and taking the whole of Daniel in his mouth. Daniel's hips jerk upwards suddenly, a loud moan erupting from his throat also, and as Max gives in to the pleasure of it all, he's enormously grateful that they're alone on this island.

[impishtubist]

@falcon-fox-and-coyote and I were talking about Brokeback Mountain today so I went back and re-read the short story and hooo boy I have not been the same since.

[hella1975]

just think this time tomorrow ill be publicly indecent in a spoons somewhere. i am so strong

[sysig]

The most fun you can have, barring the pain and torture (Patreon)

[queercodedvillains]

Wake up babes, new chapter of mallrats just dropped <3

Mallrats (23114 words) by QueerCodedVillains Chapters: 3/9 Fandom: Naruto, Naruto (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Deidara/Sasori (Naruto), background kakuzu/hidan Characters: Sasori (Naruto), Deidara (Naruto), Hidan (Naruto), Kakuzu (Naruto) Additional Tags: SasoDei Week 2023 (Naruto), 90'S, Akatsuki - Freeform, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Claire's AU, Mafia AU, If You Squint - Freeform, we are taking liberties translating the akatsuki into a modern setting here, Drug Use, Drug Dealing, Blood and Violence, POV Alternating, Bottom Deidara (Naruto), Top Sasori, BDSM, Impact Play, Praise Kink, Edging, Orgasm Control, Overstimulation, Sasori is still a puppet master but only in the loosest terms, if you catch my drift, Shibari, Suspension, Fucking Machines, Porn With Plot, Hurt/Comfort, Bratting, brat taming, Dom/sub Series: Part 1 of Mallrats Cinematic Universe Summary: In which the Akatsuki are 90's mallrats by day, crime syndicate by night. All the best criminals have a day job to launder their rent money, but the real fun only starts once they're off the clock.

[chiropteracupola]

a little pain now, to save a great deal more pain later

[flintlock fortress is a collaboration with @dxppercxdxver]

[graviconscientia]

Now honestly, are you happy with your lot in life?

I am working to be. There are great joys in my life, presently. Things that I would not trade for anything. There is happiness to be found in peace after a lifetime of turmoil. I am relearning how to love people properly, how to be a good friend, a good partner... there is happiness here, if I work for it.

--

No. And I am afraid I never will be.

[queerweewoo]

when someone in meatspace asks what you do to feel better when you're sad and you have to hesitate and think very carefully about what your response will be bc saying "i write filthy PWP fic but with intense feelings of a sprawling years-grown love" isn't really an appropriate answer. apparently

[savventeen]

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[a/n]

lil bit of a timeskip here. also, it's now officially Angst Time™️ and the next episode will be the last happy one, so...

[dontwanderoff]

oh no ive got the wobblies about next week but no longer in the generic bad dreams avoidant to reality way i've been experiencing for weeks but The Conscious Wobblies

[ehlnofay]

[thatonceandfutureprat]

I’m having lots of feelings about Joan of Arc and I’m not sure how to handle them. Reading her wiki hasn’t helped. I’m close to re-acquiring the book Simone van der Vlugt wrote about her, which caused a whole Moment to happen when I was 13 as well. 

[perky89]

Please don't ask random employees their religious beliefs. And definitely don't press us when we try to explain that we're not supposed to discuss that.

There was this lady, right? Out of nowhere, I mean literally out of the blue:

Lady: "Do you know Jesus as your personal Lord and Savior?"

I do my best to politely decline the question.

Me, visibly uncomfortable: "We're not supposed to discuss that with customers."

"You could've just said yes or no."

If I weren't afraid of being fired, I'd have told her to go have sex with herself, but anyway, I decided to be honest with her.

"I used to."

"Oh-"

"But you're always welcome at Publix no matter what you believe in!"

And she was (even though she told me I was going to hell). Really. I get openly religious people of different beliefs in my line everyday, including those from my ex-religion, it isn't a problem. It only becomes a problem when someone uses it to hurt those around them. When it's homophobic, transphobic, racist, used to harass Publix employees who are very clearly not comfortable discussing the topic, etc.

Thank you for coming to my TEDTalk lol