hey what would you do if i dressed them up again. hypothetically

AWAAAAAAH WAAAAAAAHHHHHH WAAAAAAAAHHHHHH faux STOPPIT /affectionate

youre so good at giving them little outfits i am OBSESSED im OBSESSED

ehEhehEhEHEHE LOOK AT THEM YOU GUUUUYYYYYYSSSSS

FAUUUUUUXXXXX

the fates already fucked me sideways

gangsta. — kohske. / family tree — ethel cain.

Being sandwiched between them and the mattress, ass nestled in the cradle of their pelvis, thighs framing the outside of your hips. Deeeeep long strokes, the kind that have you sighing and moaning like a melody. Grinding hard and purposeful, big big hands fisting the sheets either side of your chest where the fat of your tits spill out from being squished into the bed. Hitting so good, hips dragging up your ass with every thrust, balls catching on your spread pussy, tacky with arousal. Makes you wanna bite the pillow by your head, makes you wanna scream and thrash, makes you wanna cry and sob; but all you can do is take it with glassy eyes and drool drying on your lips.

When they press their nose to the top of your head and breathe in your scent, when they turn your head to the side and pant against your cheek, when they struggle with keep such a long deep pace that they begin to shudder and they’re begging to hold on, begging you to just lay there and keep taking it. Kicking your legs wider, a broad hand spanning your hip to shove you back and back and back on to their quickening pace, their deepening pace. A usefulness only you can provide, a cock only you can take, yelps and gasping grunts only you can give. Smacking deep into your belly, hips loud against your ass, all gritted teeth and sneering winces when you cum loud and messy and creamy over their pubes. Shoving harder, taking harder, fucking you right down into the mattress like it’s their only business with you. You know it’s not, but right now, it’s all you want from them; to take and take and take.

I panicked. Then you shaved your beard off, for me, and... Again with the beard.

I made a 15 minute video roasting Elon Musk’s fashion sense and his home decor and he responded back with a video of himself sobbing and shitting himself saying he was going to take me to court and sue me for defamation.

Y'ALL. Re-listening to The Penumbra Podcast (s3 now lol bc yes I am specifically looking for Nureyev lore since s4/5 new info) and Man in Glass has me SOBBING IT WAS RIGHT THERE ALL ALONG.

s3ep2, Buddy telling Nureyev his "calling card"

Buddy: "An endoring moral core, coupled with a strong desire to excise that core completely...like having a heart embarrasses you. I brought you on this ship for that moral core. If I distrust you, darling, it is only because you have proven that you can do anything you set your mind to, and so I am certain that you are capable of excising those morals for good. You just haven't done it yet."

Then later, s3ep2 still, Nureyev is talking with Juno in his room and Nureyev narrates:

Nureyev: 'I feel the weight of potentiality sit heavy on my shoulders, I hear Buddy's words about the excision of my moral core and about my ability to do it. And I realize, for the first time, that there is a kind of helplessness in complete freedom[...]when trouble arises, I disappear. [...]but looking at this new man [Juno], there is nothing I want more than to stay.'

AND THEN AND THEN IN S5ep14 The Sixteen Tons,,, yeah I know this line by heart :')

Nureyev and Juno talking (arguing) after Juno takes him into the closet at the facility (near the beginning of the ep)

Nureyev: "I do not want to see you anymore, Juno."

Juno: "...What?!"

Nureyev: "You said that it would just take those words to excise you from my life entirely, didn't you? Well, I've said them..."

THE EXACT WORD CHOICE. THE WAY HE WANTED TO STAY ON THE SHIP AND JOIN THE AURINKO CRIME FAMILY FOR (money, but also) JUNO. BECAUSE JUNO IS HIS MORAL CORE, THEIR MORALS DO ALIGN. THAT'S WHY THEY WORK SO WELL. SO OFC HE HAS TO "EXCISE" JUNO TO CARRY ON WITH THIS.

Because the reality of it: keeping someone between life and death for YEARS, helping fund the Big Pharma that has vowed to safe Slip and yet also commits such horrific acts, but he has to do it or else he never gets to know Slip or have someone know him as he thinks they should bc surely he must not be worth all of this to Juno, the lady's just being stubborn again and inconsiderate, but deep down Nureyev KNOWS that's not it at all. He knows that Juno does know him and will continue to know more about him, and if he can do that and love Nureyev... well, that means Nureyev could have a future.

But Nureyev has been trying to stretch out the future for over 20 years. He's set his mind to it, and he can do anything he sets his mind to. Including destroying himself until there is nothing left to bother with a future anyway. Until there is nothing for Juno Steel to know and love and so he gets the punishment he believes so adamantly that he deserves long before Juno first left him in that hotel room.

If he is alone, then when trouble comes he can just disappear. If he is alone, there is no one to hurt when that bomb goes off.

Okay but, imagine. Oliver and Felix.

They had the 💫maze moment💫 but after Felix says the magic words (you make my fcking blood run cold) Oliver freezes. He thought Felix was mad at him but he realizes he hurt him. Oliver never thought for a second that Felix would care enough to actually be hurt by him. He not only hurt him but he is scaring him. And so, he lets go, he mutters an "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Felix" and he's gone.

Felix is UPSET, cause after all that he can't keep denying that he's in <something> with Ollie (was? is?). And he's mad cause Ollie is right. He wouldn'v care at all about him if he hadn't been interesting enough from the beginning. How did Ollie knew him that well? How did he know what lies to tell to keep him intrested? (Doesn't this just proves how much of a good friend I actually am? How well I actually know you?)

He needs space, he needs to simmer whatever all of this is. But not tonight.

So he gets out of the maze and drinks and smokes and fucks whoever and then Duncan is waking him up, giving him some tylenol or something and taking him to his room.

When he actually wakes up is late in the afternoon, he moves instinctively to the dining room, still dizzy. When he gets there all eyes are on him. What happened? It's not the first time he passed tf out after a party. Elspeth seems upset.

After he ate and is a little bit less dead Duncan informs him that Oliver is gone. He took all his belongings and left at some point during the night or morning who knows. No one saw him leave.

Felix gets up and goes back to his room, through the bathroom and... empty bedroom. No signs of Oliver. The room was clearly recently cleaned. He opens the closet, nothing. Back to the bathroom, empty too.

Fuck.

Duncan tells him that the only thing he left behind was the costume and the black suit Felix lend him. Oh, and a blue button up that was still in the laundry room.

The rest of summer Felix tries to get a hold of Oliver but is impossible. He texts, calls and leaves voicemails, nothing. He finds the phone number of Oliver's house but when he calls Oliver's dad tells him that he's not home, he's probably back at Oxford. Felix packs and leaves Saltburn early. Back at Oxford he goes straight to Oliver's dorm, he knocks but nothing, he stats pounding the door "c'mon Ollie, I just want to talk!" he tries the knob, the door opens, the room is empty.

He learns quickly that Oliver moved. He didn't just moved rooms, nope, he moved colleges. He's gone.

That night Felix cries holding Ollie's shirt :)

Succession 4x03 got me like

i'm literally so disenchanted with modern "fashion" why is everything so ugly???? how did we go from lisa swallows's wardrobe to fucking.... whatever cheap and ill-fitting ridiculousness is on amazon target macys etc????? we need a global fashion intervention stat

fucking losing my mind over the angst potential of vegeta and goku being literally the only sayians left and finding a deep comfort in each other despite their initial hatred. how they realize they are all that remains of their culture and ancestry, and no matter how much they oppose will always, always be drawn together because who else is left for them? who else understands the struggle of being the lone survivors of their race, a race of warriors wiped out in a single blow and the two of them, despite everything, and all odds, are the only ones left? of course they stay together despite their differences. they are all they have left.

what was i made for?

gangsta. — kohske. / what was i made for? — billie eilish.

I'll truly die on my Baatar/Asami besties agenda like they're both smart, rich bitch, engineers who come from family money, you CANNOT tell me they wouldn't have the absolute most Donatella-by-LadyGaga coded friendship of all time. Even when on opposing sides they still go to brunch to gossip, talk the latest in fashions, architecture, and innovations, while also waging subtle psychological warfare on each other trying to get information from the other. And when things actually get serious and everyone else is throwing hands the absolute WORST thing they could do to each other is say something like "Brunch nest Tuesday? It is OFF." or "Oh and your outfit. A bit tacky wouldn't you say?" and the other would take ACTUAL PHYSICAL damage from that LOLOL worse than if they'd literally fought each other hand to hand, it's so serious for them.

Then weeks later at some social/political gathering they are standing next to each other not making eye contact and be like "I am NOT talking to you. However-" and then proceed to gossip like nothing happened askdjf please I need their friendship so badly it's my FAVORITE. Korra and Kuvira are standing there looking at the two of them talking in their upper class gucci prada versace-ass language and are like "what the fuck are they even saying?"

sukuna forcing you to partake in cannibalism with him :/

🎨 by greenlights 33 on ig

we should just kiss like real people do