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jennyandvastraflint · 7 months

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Xena Reactions S1Ep13! Bards, neat!

And we start with a flashback?

Ahhhh, Gabrielle as a bard relaying tales

Gabrielle your gay is showing

They're so gaaaay

A bard competition

Who is this boring white boy

I wanna punch the sexist prick

AZAHAHA XENA'S GLARE WHEN SHE ASKS ABT ATHENS

Gods Lucy Lawless is gorgeous

"EVEN IF I HAD AN ARMY AROUND ME I'D NOTICE YOU MISSING" 😭😭😭

Xena is super gay

HOW GAY. TELLING THE STORY TOGETHER

"the only family he ever needed was standing right beside him" GAY!?

Thank you for being my family (if I had a nickel for every lesbian couple saying something like that-)

Ah yes. "sister" sureee

"Draco. Nononooo"

Love how all of Gabrielle's stories are about her girlfriend

"Was your name in there someplace?" 😂

EURIPIDES

pFTTTT SHE SMUGGLED IT IN

OH SHIT

The was stabbed? Or... Not? Ah.

Ohhh, the Celeste storyyy

When I say I cannot tell all these brown haired men apart... Half the "attractive" men look the same... 😂 (maybe I'm just being a lesbian about this)

SHSHSHSHS PLS THE STORYTELLING OF THE GUY "There's like, all these guys fighting"

"The moral is... He kills all the bad guys"

Awww, a storyteller with a stutter.

What is this uncomfortable straightness.

"And then arghhhh, right in the gut!"

Holy shit? Can we maybe not torture Xena?

She's just like get OUTTTT I WANNA SLEEEEP Also I miss Xena :(

"If you don't like it, nobody else will" FUCKING RIGHT

....... Ffs. Shithead snitch

Blergh

YES. YOU TELL EURIPIDES. YOU CAN SPEAK FOR YOURSELF.

"Turns out we had a lot in common" You're both gay for the person you travel with

ATCH THE SOULMATE STORY (the aroace in me doesn't like it because it implies Aro and Ace people are "broken" for not craving that. Also non-monogamous people. But apart from that it's still a cute notion)

Autism honestly. Euripides and the other one.

Twickenham? I can't read his name, so... (It's fine I looked it up. Did think it was Trigonom because I have bad auditory processing)

Awwww she gets to perform

THE BABEHHH

Right. She yeeted that baby a lot. XD

"It's madness that she was left out" SLAAAY

Art will never take second place to rules and regulations

Ffs you stupid father. Stop living through your son.

"He'd do better if he was allowed to be himself" EXACTLY

Love this monster costume XD

WTF is this man's problem!

OMG THEIR MEETING STORYYYY Lesbianism showing

"You're not alone" I'm gonna go sob again byeee

NOT THE GUY TAKING THE HANKIE TO WIPE HIS TEARS

"Hu?" "I liked it a lot." Shdhsgsgs

Shielded his orbs sjdhshhs PLEASE SIR YOU WOULD DO NUMBERS ON TUMBLR IN MEMES

I think I should care about this, but all I can think about is how that Spartacus guy looks old enough to be this girl's father at LEAST

Ohhhh, the Twickenham guy (or whatever) got in!

HOMER!!!! THAT'S HOMER. OOOOOO

She didn't get in tho. But ah well.

Xenaaaa :D

OH SHE WON. I THOUGHT SO.

"It's good to have you back" you missed Gabrielle so much it makes you look stupid, Xena

"This is gonna make a great story" indeed!

I love that this was a really Gabrielle centric episode? Well we had flashbacks to lots of previous adventures but y'know

#v watches xena #xena warrior princess #xena and gabrielle

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garebearandnan · 9 months

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'A Bit of Me' S2 fanfic new chapter release-MoS Party

Read EP13 Pt1 (day 11) The Party Part II on Ao3 or Wattpad. Links below-

Iain Stirling: Tensions in the Villa have been skyrocketing since Grace blew the whistle on Priya’s feelings for Noah. So we thought we’d throw a little party to calm everyone down… Only to have two new Islanders crash it, because this is still Love Island people! And what kind of new islanders would they be if they didn’t immediately drop a truth bomb on that kiss? Let’s pick up right where we left off - the Ministry Of Sound Party!

This new girl is about to kick up a storm. Why does Gary look so nervous? “Gary?”

All eyes are on Chelsea. She’s clearly excited to drop the news. A small frown appeared on Chelsea's face as she turned to the makeup artist and said, "Lottie, I thought you were supposed to be the loyal one.” All colour drained from Lottie’s face as she claimed, “I am! I'm loyal, babes."

Marisol snorted and, with a roll of her eyes, murmured, "That's what they all say."

Chelsea revealed the big secret by asking, “Then how did you end up snogging Gary when you knew that Grace had something going on with him?”

My jaw dropped. Lottie kissed Gary? I ripped my hand away from Gary’s and looked up at him. “What the hell!”

Chelsea: “All the boys are pretty dreamy. I just think it’s so exciting that one of the people in here might be someone I really fall in love with. I can’t wait to get to know the boys better. Arghhhh! They’re all so gorgeous!”

Jakub: “These are my eggs, and then there are baskets all over the villa. I will just put them in. There are loads of options, so I will talk to everyone and give everyone a chance. I will see where it goes. I don't care about stepping on people's toes. I do not care at all.”

Coming up next: EP14- It’s the morning after the party and the Villa is divided once more from the drama last night. And in the afternoon it’s time to pucker up boys. In the snogathon challenge the girls will kiss each boy in turn and the boys will be blindfolded and give them a score out of ten. Which girl has the lushest lips and is the Villa’s ‘Top Snogger'?

#litg #abitofme #litg s2 #litg season 2 #litgs2 #loveislandthegame #loveislandgame #fanfiction

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teyamsatan · 1 year

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u are so amazing & talented & beautiful & ethereal & GORGEOUS!!! i love u so so so so so much andra, it’s unhealthy at this point <33

ARGHHHH IM BLUSHING SO MUCH :((( i love you so so much more bb, you don't even know!!!!

#my asks 💕#˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ꕥ andra's mooties #i'm gonna die #i love her so much your honour #my flower 🌸

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neonstatic · 8 months

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i am bad at taking compliments

i'm not terrible at it. i don't particularly indulge in self-deprecating humour. when i do a good thing, i acknowledge it. i know i am intelligent, i know i do my job well, i know i look cute, etc etc. but sometimes... someone will give me a compliment and i will just. get so mad abt how inaccurate it feels. example: i have a pleasant voice. if i were to apply myself, i'd have the potential for radio work or voice acting. my singing voice? it's quite good. i've got range but no passion. one time i had a regular at work, sweet old gentleman, and he said that my speaking voice was so nice that he could tell i could sing like whitney houston....... it's like he wanted so badly to compliment me that he aimed too high and now, well, i just felt insulted. still do, btw! (ms houston i'm so sorry this stupid bitch talked abt you)

or. one time i was working the donations. i was hot and sweaty, in a plain black fit w my hair in a slick low bun. like, i looked normal but i felt gross overall. and my coworker/friend passes by and says, "ray, you're gorgeous." ,,,y'all. i straight up told him to "fuck off!" jabfakjbb what followed was likely the most confusing back and forth of his life, with him defending his stance that he "just wanted to say smth nice" and me chewing his head off abt it. dw i didn't yell at him. i don't yell <3 i was just. cold and short. bc "gorgeous" out of all the words? i'm cosplaying as a hard-at-work, sweaty steve jobs -- don't call me gorgeous, wtf is wrong w you?

recently, my sister and i were discussing breaking bad habits. she said i was getting better at some of mine and i was downplaying it, giving all kinds of excuses as to how it was getting better bc of outside circumstances (not rly) and then my sister just went, "oh my god! would you stop it, we aren't playing compliment ninja!!" and i was like ok weird analogy but i get it lmao

anyway the reason why i thought abt this is cus this new girl at work told me she liked my fit. i forgot what i was wearing so i looked down at myself and i was so unimpressed that for a sec i nearly forgot to say thank you. cus i was abt to argue w her and thought better.

now why do i act like that? well it's a cocktail combination of low self-esteem and impostor syndrome and the unfounded belief that i am convincing ppl that i'm a better person than i actually am. which is so silly bc i am Hot Shit!!! I Am!!! i'm Tha Bomb! i don't need to convince ppl that i'm cool, i just am cool. and i am pretty and on some days i am actually gorgeous. but it's hard to take compliments bc when ppl give it to me i feel like they mean it as a permanent, ever-present state of me and, like, no i am not consistently good or smart or pretty or handsome or cool. i am too much aware of my flaws to take a damn compliment arghhhh and it's one of the reasons why i've never tried being in a relationship, but that's a post for another time.

in conclusion, i will learn to take compliments. ish. and it's fine if i don't "agree" w them, ppl are allowed to experience me thru their own eyes, even in a light that is too bright for mine

#ray says

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callie-dragons · 3 years

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HELP MEE i cant decide which she looks best as???

#fr #flight rising #im leaning towards the guardian but I cant have 3 F guardians in one lair tab and those black eyes are SO gorgeous and u can only see them #on F spirals #arghhhh

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petite-madame · 2 years

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Have you gotten any stucky inspirations from sebastian stan and daisy edgar-jones photo shoots? 👀

[The anon is talking about THIS PHOTO SHOOT]

Hi anon ^^

Thank you so much for your message ❤

ARGHHHH, I LOVE THIS PHOTO SHOOT and yes, you know me very well, it fueled my Stucky fangirl little heart with so much inspiration.

I look this stupid when I have a new idea.

I mean, a Steve/Bucky version of this would look gorgeous (it's already gorgeous because I think that Sebastian and Daisy are a beautiful couple on screen and have a great chemistry). However, I'm busy at the moment so I have no idea when I work on this BUT if you're a Stucky fan, you won't be disappointed because I have a couple of Steve/Bucky things to post.

Speaking of inspiration, I'd been wanting to do a Stucky version of the Lana Del Rey pic below for years. Don't ask me why, I think it would fit them so much. Maybe because of the "Americana", the flag, etc...

And yes, I'm keeping the tattoos! 😁

Anyway, yes, the photo shoot inspired me but unfortunately, I don't have a lot of time at the moment.

Thanks again and have a great weekend!

#pmasks

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missingartist · 4 years

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Witcher’s Mate Chapter 16

It wasn’t how she thought she would be making her way back from the tavern, on the shoulders of a very disgruntled man. Her annoyance grew with each person who pasted them, some gave her piteous looks of sympathy, other disgusted glared and most laughed and joked.

‘You didn’t have hit him.’ Adva grunted out, weakly kicked out at Geralt as he marched down the road, ignoring the looks from passerby.

‘Hmmmm.’

‘Geralt let the fuck go.’ Adva growled squirming in his hold.

‘Respectable ladies don’t swear.’ Geralt bit out, and a short sharp slap echoed again the tree that lined the road as the Witcher’s hand came down firmly on her backside.

‘Geralt…Arghhhh’ another slap came down on her bottom. ‘Geralt!’ the wide eye women gasped and tried to manoeuvre her way around and shove his hand away from her rear, but the Witcher hold kept her effectively restained in a tight grip, one arm clutching her around the knee and the other hand firmly placed on her behind.

‘Since I am your ‘patron’ I can discipline you as I wish.’ Another blow jolted against her skin. Causing her to gasp louder this time.

‘Jaskier said that I didn’t…’ Another smack.

Adva growled at his brutish behaviour, as Geralt began to massage the area that he had just assaulted. They had not been hard, but just enough to pass an electric shock from her body and for a moment, stop her struggling. For a moment she thought about blasting him across the road, but in his state with whatever was wrong with him, it was no telling what might happen. Triss had told her that Witchers were made to resistant magic, and using it against him might make him angrier.

Listening carefully, she could hear him muttering under his breath, about Triss and Jaskier but mostly about her. ‘why couldn’t you just behave…the things I have done to protect you…that dress…what a prick…bloody bard…gonna tie you to the bed…cold bath…need to up my dosage…burn that dress, no tear it to shreds…no I’ll lose control….I can’t…I’m too weak…I need.’

Adva was convinced the Witcher had lost his mind as they made their way up the gravel path to Triss’s manor. Not a single candle was lit which made the house look desert and the probability Triss might intervene pretty much zero. Vague she wondered is there was anyone home at all, Triss might have had a meeting with the Marquis which meant she would have given the night off. Which meant she was alone with a possibly demented and powerful Witcher who had dragged her out of a tavern after punching out a Earl and slapping her arse. Adva held her breath as Geralt ascend the stair with heavy footsteps against the oak panels. In the dark and on the shoulders of Geralt, it was hard to tell precisely where they were going. With several long strides, Geralt entered a room and placed feet by his bed before he began to pace, crossing the room in three long strides.

‘Geralt what the hell do you think you are doing? What gives you the right to….’The scolding remark died on her lips as he stopped in front of her. Geralt eyes were wild and frantic, his body seems to be shaking, and his chest was rolling with a continuous growl like some beast. It terrified her. Never had she seen a man look so….so feral. Take a step back she moved across the side of the room, he didn’t follow, but his black eyes remain fixed on her as she watched him observed her quietly.

Geralt let his eyes roam over her. The dress was perfect; it showed off her curvy figure, and the colour was hers. The vibrant red compliment her paleness and made her blue eyes shine—a vision of pure beauty. The bodice pusher her tits up and showed them off though the fine material. With every heavy breath he was sure they would spill out. His little mate was delicious, so lush and fertile, staring up at him with wide glistening eyes, lips parted and chest heaving. Then he remembers, her flaunting herself in the tavern letting the men drool at her wearing that, he would have to destroy it, after all, he was the only one that should be able to see her dress like that.

‘You wore that into town’ Geralt lowly spoke. It was deadly calm as he continued to circle her, with slow and heavy footsteps.

‘Geralt…. You are scaring me.’

Geralt stilled at her side in the dark she couldn’t see him, but the silver beams of moonlight let her see his form shrink back from her with a muttered ‘I am sorry.’

The sound of his voice was so small and scared, it made Adva’s heart clench. In the dark, she could see the Witcher move to sit of the bed, even with her eyes she could barely make out the mans features. The figure was slumped and hunched over himself.

‘Geralt can you light the fire. Please’ Adva tentatively asked as she threatened at the end of his bed.

‘No’

‘Please’ she begged.

Adva watched as the spell was cast and the room began to glow with a soft orange hue. Revealing the pained Witcher staring determinedly at the floor. Adva watched the man for a moment he seemed to have calmed down or at least his eyes were no longer a solid black. Slowly she moved till she was kneeling in front of him she covered his hand in hers. Adva was surprised her did pull away, but his eyes still were trained ahead and refused to acknowledge her. For several minutes she tried to get a response from he remained passive. Huffing in frustration, she gripped his head between her palms and forced it towards her, Geralt eyes slowly focused on her. They were sad and melancholy matching his features which were pinched and tired.

‘Geralt, you have to tell me what is wrong, …please.’

‘I can’t any more… it's too painful to stay away…. Adva I find you totally and utterly beautiful and captivating; I want you to be mine. Every time I am near you, all I want to do is touch you…please put me out of my misery.’ Geralt lovingly declared with as much tenderness it almost made her want to cry.

She blinked several times and inhaled deeply, ‘Are you drunk?’ She sniffed the air, but all she could smell was pure Geralt, a mix of earthy and spices, warm and soothing.

‘It disgusts you.’ Geralt sneered and pulled his hand away from hers. Flinching as if he touched burnt him.

Adva had never seen Geralt like this. She had seen angry, wrathful, serious, sarcastic and even on occasion bashful and happy but now he seemed injured, hurt. The revelation was as much of a shook to her as anything in her life, never had she thought she would get that answer from him. It was said with as much hope and sincerity as anything she had heard; she dared not to believe it. Uncertainty surged deep within her, Geralt was not the type of man who would lie and lead her on, he knew what he wanted and took it, by why would he, after all, this time tell her now. If his feeling were effecting that much, why try and fight it? Was he ashamed of his feeling and want to hide them? Or some notion of not wanting to take advantage?

‘No no, I am just…very confused. I thought you and erm Yennefer…’

Geralt leaned forward with a stern face ‘I. Adore.You.’ The word seemed to be sounded out as if they were unfamiliar and strange to him and to make the statement all the more solemn ‘I wanted to protect you, but I am a selfish man an in the tavern….I….I want you all to myself… I need you all to myself.’

Adva gazed across at him; his face remained firm and impassive, golden eyes always moving, taking in every minute detail of her face as a wave of emotion crashed down onto her body. Never had she thought anyone would say those words to her, she was dreaming surely. The thought that this beautiful man wanted her filled her with joy, casting away all the self-doubt and uncertain. Did he really like her like that? Could he?

Geralt watched in hope, but the silence was her answer; his little mate was repulsed and sickened by him. Shifting up Geralt nodded, face emotionless and grimed. ‘I understand. I will leave in the morning. Triss will…’

Geralt stopped as her mouth pressed against his. The feel was almost indescribable; plush full lips moved against his trembling, all velvety and soft. Wide eyes slowly drifted closed as he curled his arms around her curvy form and pulled her against him, his mouth playfully teaching against her inexperience mouth softly humming as she moaned so prettily for him. Slowly he let her weight push him back onto his back to have her straddled his waist, groaning as he felt her body pressed against her.

Pulling back, blue eyes met gold. Geralt couldn’t help but smile as she blushed a crimson red, shielding herself with her mane of curls. Reaching up, he drew her hair over her shoulder so he could look up at her as she beamed down at him. Adva laughed as he stared down at Geralt; his face lighted up in a gorgeous smile as his eyes glazed up in adoration. Bringing her hand up, he traced her cheek, groaning as she felt the warmth of her flesh underneath his fingertip the way she leaned into his touch, yearning for it.

Entangling his hand in her hair, she leaned up, brushes his lips once more against hers, trailing Geralt flipped her, so she was on the top as he let his hand roamed her body. Geralt smirked against lips as her body shivered in desire as his hand caressed her arse firmly, growling into her mouth as he ground into her. His other hand rubbed and massaged her hip and side, occasional brushing his hand against the swell of her breast. Adva panted hard as she pulled back, her lips tingled as she tried to catch her breath. Geralt looked at her with hooded eyes his hands still caressing her delicate flesh; the thin barrier meshed of her dress made her roll her hips in frustration wanting to feel flesh on flesh. Gazing up at his eyes stood transfixed, and with shaky hands, she tumbled with the strings of his tunic, fingertips tracing the lines of his chest, stroking the muscles with a lustful curiosity.

The Witcher leaned up and dragged his nose across her throat, as he tore at the shirt he wore, more caring as she pulled the shredded remains from his body. The smell was intoxicating him and gave him a high he didn’t know was possible; he was unable to wipe the smile from his face. Follow his nose he found the spot that he wanted to mark, it oozed her sweet smell, once they perform the ritual and he sank his teeth in right there she would be his, that thought alone was enough to make him nearly come in his pants.

‘I could smell you that you touch yourself, your scent was drenched into your skin, the lust, the want... the frustration. Did you play with your clit, finger yourself, tease your nipples. God that smell. I bet you did all three? My greedy little Goddess.’ He nuzzled her throat. ‘Hmmm? Yet, still, you couldn’t come, could you? Need me, don’t you? Tell me to stop before its too late.’ Geralt grunt out against her neck as he rocked his hips into her.

��Please… don’t stop’ Adva gasp into the hair on the top of his head, she buried her face into the silk strands, clinging to him for dear life.

‘Hmmm’

Pulling back, his eyes roamed over her; her clothes were rumpled and disheveled, her skirt was bunched up around her waist. She was panting hard with a deep blush spanning across her neck. Curls were tousled and fingered through to giver her an untamed beauty. Reaching out he combed his figure through her hair ‘I am going to take care of you, my needy little nymph …’ Geralt whisper against her lip ‘But after that, I am going to worship you,

Geralt flipped her over and pulled up her skirt and settled himself between her legs. ‘Love, anything you don’t like to tell me.’ Kiss ‘You have no idea how many hours I am going to spend worshiping and exploring your body. I am going to have you laid bare in front of me. Only for me to see.’ Geralt smiled as a furious red blush smeared its way against her skin, making it glow. ‘But for now, I will satisfy myself with this.’

Pinning her hip to the mattress with his, the Witcher position her legs as far apart as they would go, slowly rolling his hip against her core, his golden eyes searching her face. They only barriers between them were her underclothes and his breeches. His cock pressing against her heat as the sounds of panting and soft moan filled the air as their hip ground into each other. Closing her eyes, she couldn’t help but give herself over to the sensations that poured across her body. The friction was almost unbearable, sinfully good. Thrusting her hips up to his another wave of pleasure tingled against her core as she felt his hard hot throbbing cock. As his cock brushed up and down, she could tell how long and thick he felt against her, biting her lips, she stared at him as he stared down at her, brows furrowed in concentration.

Though his trouser he felt how drenched her core come and it clenched and pulsated against him ‘gods you're wet.’ He muttered, eyes pressed shut tightly, as he tried to focus on her pleasure. He easily he could come just like this pushed against her heat, but this was about her, about making her feel the exquisite pleasure that he had brought to her. Adjusting his hips, he placed his cock firmly over her clit and teasingly bucked against her, sending her into a series of shivers. Adva’s body convulsed and trembled; she inched closer and closer to the edge. Her small hand gripped his shoulder, his hips, his arse, the sheets and the pillow she rested against. The pleasure was too much, too good, so many feelings run through her to care about anything other than the overwhelming pleasure she felt.

‘Geralt….I cant….I’ she cried, nails digging into his shoulders as she tried to wiggle away from the overpowering feeling that was building up in the pit of her stomach.

Geralt pressed his torso down on stopping her from escaping his ministrations ‘You can’ he gritted out, his pace never faltering as his hips pitoned against her. ‘Come for me, Little Flower, My Little Goddess, my Nymph moaning for me so prettily.’ He purred, driving his hips forward to chase her release.

The feeling came out at her from no were. It was crushing and brutal, nothing like anything she had ever felt. It rolled over her in waves of heat. Her pussy tightened around nothing as the Witcher’s hips continue to rub his cock against her, pushing her through the tremors that wreaked her body. Adva was vaguely aware of Geralt soothing tones cooing softly at her and one of his hands gently gripping her face as she came, eyes unable to look away from her face.

Feeling the bed dip beside her disturbed Adva from the tremendous pleasure she felt rippling through her body. Forcing her eyes to open, lazying her eyes lingered and the golden skin of Geralt. His eyes never left her face as he draws her limp form onto his chest and arranged the blankets over her body. Adva smiled at him in her daze as he doted over her comfort. With her last ounce of strength, she snuggled deeper into his body, her thigh brushing against the thickness that hung heavily between his legs.

‘Geralt…I can…’ Adva glanced up biting her bottom lip.

‘Shhh, we have all the time in the world, little flower.’ Geralt purred, pulling her body tightly to his.

Notes:

I was supposed to update tomorrow, but honestly, I could stop myself.

Thanks to everyone who liked my last chapter @uncoolcloudyhead your comments always make my day same with you @ayamenimthiriel

I hope you like this! I will try and update the next chapter Wednesday.

As always please leave a review xx

@threepupsinapuddle @broco8 @introvertedmouse @whitespring21 @crazynocturnalkiki @wonderlandfandomkingdom @shesthelastjedi

#geralt imagine #geralt smut #geralt x smut #geralt x reader #geralt reader #geralt of rivia #the withcher #witcher netflix #netflix the witcher #henry cavill

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wr3ck0rdz · 2 years

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Labstuck Dirk is making a comeback

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mrkimyugyeom · 4 years

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This is my top 3 photos of mr Kim yugyeom in his solo Dispatch photoshoot. So many photos and so difficult to choose.. but after much thinking and looking at his gorgeous face for 13845758559 times, tadaaaa I chose these 3!

😍😍😍😍😍 HE IS SO FINE!!!!! ARGHHHH!!!!

#yugyeom #got7 #ilovehim #gorgeous #handsome #Amazing #lookathim #damnnnnnnnnnnn #guesswhichphotoismylockscreen

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jennyandvastraflint · 5 months

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Xena Reactions S2Ep12

A TWO PARTER

"I think you should stop punishing yourself for what happened" AHHHH This sounds like it'll be an episode that'll make me cry

"Now it's full of beauty and life, the same kind of change has happened to you" AHHHH, THE LESBIANISM

Gabrielle waits 😭

Uh oh she's having PTSD flashbacks

"Why?" ough

OH NO IS GABRIELLE GONE D:

NOOOOOO

Uh oh.

Yay they're all free again. Runnn

"Wait stop I think I heard Xena"

THE ONE KID SNEAKING AWAY

I think I've said it before but a lot of the villainised characters are pretty racist caricatures...

NOOO XENA GOT HIT

GABRIELLE. HE Hurt her...

Oh god this is really gay. "Wake up. Wake up." If I had a nickel for every-

GABRIELLE STROKING HER CHEEK

Xena my poor babygirl 😭 She's BADLY injured

Ten years earlier...

Oh she was ruthless. Kinda sexy of her tho. I love morally complex characters

A roman nobleman sdjdhs

Can this shit stop insulting the guy.

CAESAR SJFJSBD 23 KNIVES

They're so gay, poor Gabrielle is so worried about her gf

Damn they're skied. Knocking everyone out. Does Xena learn the bloodflow stopping from them

Oh definitely. They're HECKING skilled

Oh wow. She's GORGEOUS. And amazing

Oh this woman as the same symbol on her necklace as the kid from the village

Oh they still have Caesar with them

Yeah I 100% understand why you'd stab this guy 23 times.

She'll eat with him and probably tell him to teach her Gaelic

AHAHA SHE TRIED TO BREAK OUT

Xena is in awe of this woman

Xena on her knees begging? For a beautiful woman? 👀

Okay ngl this is kinda homoerotic...

UM. XENA.

"Where did you steal that dress" sjdhdbd Caesar is an ace bi guy in my head.

Is Xena trying to seduce Caesar

Aha. A kiss.

He'll use her won't he

Dolphins! Sea psychopaths!

OOOH SHE'S STILL THERE. AND SINGING. BEAUTIFUL

"It's Caesar" oh she knows he's no good.

Damn. Night shots where you can actually see something. Wish media today would do that...

I called it

"This is my destiny" oh piss off

Ew. Disgusting.

"Among my conquered" oh go see a therapist you arrogant piece of shit

ARE THEY TRYING TO CRUCIFY HER

Nah this is fucked up... What the actual fuck. All the soldiers

"Break her legs" WTFFFFF

Her friend is gonna save her

Nice winter shots

GABRIELLE!!!

SHE'S SO EXHAUSTED POOR GIRL

THERE SHE GOESSSS I love this woman.

I fucking hate Caesar...

She takes her to a healer

THE SAME HEALERRRR

"Let me go" absolutely not

M'Lina <3

ARGHHHH I'M NOT CRYING YOU ARE

"You I can do something about" T_T Xena can't DIE

"You had no reason to save me but you did"

NO NONOOOOO!!!! M'LINA I LOVED YOU :(((

Oh they unleashed her...

"SHE CAN'T BE GONE"

A new Xena's born tonight 👀

THE CUT BETWEEN THE TWO

"WAKE UP" NOOOOO MY POOR GABRIELLE

Is her soul leaving :(

"When the living think of the dead they can hear their thoughts"

NOOOO SHE HEARS GABRIELLE AND ONLY GABRIELLE

"This world needs you. I need you" I'm not sobbing you are

#v watches xena #i spent a lot of this episode crying. It was fun.#xena warrior princess #xena and gabrielle #xena #gabrielle #lucy lawless #renee o'connor

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pacificwanderer · 5 years

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The question is: controversial for who? 👀👀👀

READ MY MIND NONNIE. I have half a mind to tweet Charles, but I know he won't answer.

He said were meant to sympathize with Ben and I love his work with Vader, so I do trust him to get the nuance right. Maybe people who are looking for an unconflicted villain? Or maybe people who are expecting him to be a "good boy" (if this is showing his fall, I think we might see some darkness here too, which some people might have a hard time with). *Cough* ashgate *cough*

Honestly, I hope the art is nice. The covers are always great, but I've not been impressive with the interiors aside from Phil Noto's work, which is gorgeous. Though Luke Ross's work on the TFA Adaptation was also great.

Arghhhh as long as it's written well, I'm game and, as a fan of Charles Soule, I'm optimistic.

Cheers!

#sw speculation #charles soule #kylo ren #the rise of kylo ren #ben solo #asks and answers #anonymous asks #ask pacificwanderer

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saltybard-blog1 · 6 years

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The City of Brass Review

First of all, I would just like to let everyone know that Chakraborty is a mind reader and shes been digging through my thoughts and took all the things I loved and put it into a book (bless her).

REVIEW

The best parts of this book

Grey characters

Western Asian mythology

People liking each other because they share common intellectual thoughts and actually get along and start off as friends instead of lusting after each other after a first glance like hormonal sex-deprived teenagers

REPRESENTATION AND DIVERSITY

Complex plot

Bad Parts:

Falling near some YA cliche that could have ruined the book (for me at least)

Some decisions didn't make any sense (or maybe I just haven't liked anyone in a while and I should go out and meet people in the flesh to understand what actually is emotion)

WORLD

This book does an absolutely phenomenal job on the world building aspect IMO. Most of the books I’ve read having anything to do with the Middle East is usually just a retelling of The King and Schehrezade. This beautiful masterpiece, however, incorporates not only the Middle East, but most of the original Muslim Empire (I’m thinking Abbasid here) stretching from Morocco to China. Why does this make a big difference? Because in modern day time, these areas still carry the influence of that period and share these stories of the djinns, peri, and kings of old – they know these stories and it is a part of their culture as much as it is of the Middle East. The representation here is strong, and I really really appreciate it.

The city itself was beautifully illustrated and complex, reflecting a lot of modern day ideas and issues that I was pleased to find. The historical and cultural references made the story really come to life and I felt like it was very believable.

I would still love to hear more about the different djinn tribes, and I hope they will be explored further in the next two books. I also feel like the different creatures that popped up could have been explained a bit better??? Maybe in the next books?

CHARACTERS

This is not black and white, we have literally like 1000 shades of grey here folks. No one is purely evil or purely good (I don't count the ifrit here), and its raw and r e a l. I could spend days considering all the character's POV and I still couldn't tell you where I stand. Kudos to the author for making a complex world with complex characters and complex situations and complex complexity complxeajsgha -Nahri: gurl, let's get it t o g e t h e r!!! When I consider her background I realize most of her decisions, even if they make me want to pull my hair out and run away into the woods, are pretty accurate for her character. She stays in character throughout the book (bc 20 years of living on the streets doesn't get changed in two months lets be real YA). That being said, some parts didn't make sense in the end and i'm just arghhhh WHEY DO FEMALES IN YA HAVE ABSOLUTIOLY NO FUCKING VOICE WHEN THEY CAN AND NEED TO DO SOMETHING!?? Shes not supposed to be an all powerful being that all of a sudden can fight and kill others (that would have been unbearable, ahem Sarah J. Maas), she is in a foreign land with magic that she doesn't understand so its understandable when she can't and doesn't really do anything to protect herself, but when she realizes she can do something, why why why does she act like a fucking statue??? Its like a YA damsel in distress all over again...or maybe I just need to rethink the situation -The good part is, shes not some overly powerful, unbearably beautiful, super deluxe queen god main character (I’m looking at you Sarah J. Maas)- a nice change from the drop dead gorgeous street urchins that have been plaguing YA novels. She’s an intellectual and trying to survive, and that has kept her in my good graces for now. -ALIZAYD AL QAHTANI: PROTECT THE BEAN!!! What a naive little bean, but I love it. He's a little prince trying to figure out right and wrong and stuck between feuding groups. I feel for him, really. His character is a breath of fresh air among the bad bois in YA that smirk most of the time unless they are revealing their secret sob story. Nope, our little Sheikh is so awkward and terrible with words it made me cringe and cackle at the same time. But hes stuck on his high horse and insufferable to others. Love to see where this goes and how he develops as a character

PLOT

Good pace, I was never bored and read through it in two days

Exciting and complex, and I find it difficult to choose sides in the politics because, again, we are swimming in grey area here. Makes it feel very real, like talking about politics in modern day situations.

It was easy to follow

the information wasn't dumped out, but slid in as the story progressed.

pLOT twISTs were cray cray like someone hold my chai while I lie down for a moment

All in all, the beginning had me hooked and reeled in, the middle was still okay, but the ending really broke it for me with bad decisions that didn't make sense. Otherwise it was a 5 star journey.

Thank the Lord I waited till now to read this because if i had to wait over two months for the next book I would have just

#thecityofbrass #bookreview #books #review

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anantheminmyheart22 · 6 years

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You Always Make It Better

So ive had this sitting on my computer for a couple of weeks, bit too nervous to upload it but thought Id give it a go.

Hope you all enjoy

“ARGHHHH” Y/N let out a frustrated scream as she slammed the door behind her and threw her bag on the floor giving it a kick.

“Good day then baby?” her boyfriend Taron asked walking out into the hall seeing the thunderous look on his girlfriend’s face and opening his arms for a cuddle.

“Shut up” she replied shooting him a glare then walked into his arms.

“What’s wrong gorgeous?”

“People are so demanding and rude and bitchy and demanding; did I mention that already?” Y/N ranted as Taron stroked her hair.

“You did but don’t worry, go get comfy and ill get you a glass of wine” Taron replied and kissed her on the head.

She smiled gratefully at him and went and flopped on their sofa, their daschund puppy Freddie jumping up next to her.

“You wouldn’t be a pain to photo would you Freds?” Y/N said stroking his ears.

“He can’t understand you Y/N” Taron said coming in, handing her the wine and sitting down next to her.

“Of course he can T, I’m his mummy” Y/N replied and put her legs on Taron’s lap.

“So tell me what happened at work today” he asked stroking her leg.

“Urghh, where do I even start, the models were so bitchy and gave me shitty looks every time I asked them to do something like I didn’t know what I was on about and the director kept interjecting and trying to tell me what to do and not letting me have any input even if I could tell something worked better, he made me feel like I didn’t know how to do my job babe”

“You’re an amazing photographer baby, I wouldn’t have asked you out otherwise” Taron nudged her with a grin. They had met a year and a half ago on a photo shoot for Taron’s newest film. It being love at first sight for both.

“Oh shut up Egerton, I couldn’t get rid of you, you were gonna be mine whatever happened” Y/N replied and leant over to kiss him.

“If that’s how you want to think it happened but we all know you couldn’t get enough of me actually. Anyway baby do you want a bath or dinner?” he asked noticing how tired his girlfriend looked.

“Bath please, thank you bubs”

“Drink your wine and ill come get you in a minute”

Y/N smiled and leant back into the sofa stroking Freddie and listening to Taron singing in the bathroom.

“Ready princess” he came back and scooped her up into his arms.

“Ahh babe watch my wine!” Y/N shrieked wrapping an arm round his neck. Taron laughed and took the wine glass out of her hand putting it on the table.

“Here we are my love” Taron put Y/N on the floor and kissed her on the forehead. “Ill be in the lounge”

“Wait, stay and talk to me please, I’ve really missed you today” Y/N asked.

“Of course, I’m not going anywhere” he replied as she got into the bath and he sat on the edge stroking her hair.

“I love you T” Y/N murmured her eyes shut.

“I love you too baby”.

They talked catching up on Taron’s day until Y/N slyly got hold of Taron’s t-shirt and pulled him into the bath with her taking him completely by surprise.

“Oh my god” he laughed as Y/N held him in her arms giving him a cheeky grin. He grinned back and leant up to kiss her before pulling his top off. He managed to pull himself up and hovered over her before kissing her again.

A short while later Taron stepped out of the now cold bath and wrapped Y/N up in the towel before lifting her out of the bath.

“You’re such a gentleman” she said and kissed him again. “Well we’ve not done that before”

“Sex in a bath might be my new favourite thing” Taron replied laughing “Come on you, you look done in let’s get you into bed”

He guided her down the hall to their bedroom and chucked one of his t-shirts at her to wear. Getting under the duvet Y/N curled up in Taron’s arms.

“Thank you for making me feel better, best boyfriend ever” she said stroking his damp brown hair.

“Ill always look after you baby” he replied and kissed her softly. “Now get some sleep, tomorrow will be a better day I promise”.

Y/N kissed him again and snuggled as close as she could in his arms before closing her eyes.

#taron egerton #taron egerton imagine #taron x reader #taron imagine

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warriorqueen1991 · 7 years

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SLOW HANDS (pt.2)

Characters: Negan (comic or tv) X Reader

Warnings: angst, language, fluff and smut ;)

Notes: thank you to everyone who left comments for pt.1 you asked and I delivered if you want a pt. 3 just let me know ♡♡♡♡

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Things had changed… that much was certain, you and Negan’s relationship seemed to have flourished into something neither one of you had been prepared for.

Since his help with your intimacy issue the two of you couldn’t seem to get enough of each other. Stealing kisses in the halls, furious make out sessions in his room.

You were inseparable and that made you wonder, when was he spending time with his wives?

Sitting in his room you leafed through a stack of newspaper funnies Negan had shoved on his bookcase. You chuckled, you had read the jokes a hundred times over but the fact Negan chose to collect newspapers for the sole purpose of having jokes to read made you smile.

“Fuck fucking fuck fuckity fuck fuuuuck”

You flinched jumping to your feet, retreating back until your bottom hit his desk as Negan burst through his door. His hair messy, his face and shirt streaked with dark blood. His breathing was ragged as he slumped back to close the door. You watched as he placed a dripping Lucille against the wall by his bed.

“Negan?”

He jerked in your direction with a wince “fuck…fucking shit, sorry gorgeous” he rasped limping to his desk.

Snapping out of your silence you quickly grabbed his hand to drape his arm over your shoulder to help him to his bed instead.

“Y/N I got fucking shit to fucking take care of I can't…” you pushed him to sit down making him groan.

“Negan your hurt, you need to get fixed up”

He growled “I don’t have fucking time for this shit” you crossed your arms to glare at him “Negan if something happens to you Sanctuary falls, I…” you trailed off as he stared up at you.

“Let me help you, ok”

He closed his eyes nodding as he flopped back on his mattress with a grimace. He was angry but you weren’t sure if it was because you were bossing him around or because he was hurting. Running your hand over his chest you frowned “what happened?” he shrugged “fucking roamers breached the north side of the fucking compound” you gasped looking toward the window.

“Oh my god, are you…how bad was it?” he cocked an eyebrow at you “pretty fucking bad, but we got the dead fucks under control and the fucking fence patched”.

Grunting in pain he sat up leaning his sweaty head against your shoulder, You raked your fingers through his damp hair as your other hand rubbed his shoulder.

Furrowing your brow you rubbed over a large circular tear in his jacket, you’re fingers becoming sticky as you rubbed it down his shoulder.

He flinched under your touch causing you to pull back, lifting your hand you gasped, it was covered in blood. Quickly you jumped up from his bed “Jesus christ… Negan were you bit?”

Tears were welling up in your eyes as you pulled at the ripped section of his leather jacket. He looked at you, his eyes falling to the bed “I don’t know”.

You felt like you were hyperventilating.

“What!!…you…you don’t know?” you quickly grabbed his jacket pulling it from his shoulders “look honey if…I didn’t fucking want you to…” you tossed the leather on the floor “to what?…to worry about you?…Negan your everything to me, I…I don’t… I can’t survive without you”.

You were sobbing now as he quickly pulled you to his chest “hey, you’ll be fucking fine ok you’ll be fine…you’re so fucking strong” he chuckled “fucking stronger than me”. You shook your head “but…I” he grasped your face with a soft smile “whatever fucking happens…” he went silent shaking his head.

You knew he couldn’t say it, he couldn’t betray her. Leaning up you kissed him passionately “I know” you whispered on his lips. He sniffed dropping his head to rest against your shoulder.

Sitting up straighter so you could lift the back of his shirt you let out a shaky breath. His shoulder had a large purple and red bruise but the skin remained intact.

“Oh my god” you cried hugging him as tight as you could, Negan gripped the back of your shirt “I’m so fucking sorry”.

You pulled back to cup his face shaking your head “you’re ok” you sighed pulling his lips to yours once more. “Thank god you’re ok” you were gasping in fear and relief, pulling on his hair to try and bring him closer to you.

Negan grunted as he scooted back on his bed pulling you along with him so that you could wrap your arms and legs around his firm body.

“I…I love you Negan” you whispered “so much”, he frowned pulling you in a tight hug “you don’t have to say it back…I just…I can’t lose you…I wouldn’t survive”.

He stiffened “I can’t fucking lose you either” he rasped in your ear.

Smiling you pushed him gently to his back your head nuzzling into his neck as he wrapped his arms around you. He was purring softly into your hair as you held one another.

You don’t know how long you laid there wrapped up in one another but as the sun began to set you sat up on his waist with a sigh. “I better go” his brow furrowed in confusion “why?” you shrugged “I can’t keep stealing you from your wives, it’s not fair to them…or you” you mumbled rubbing his stomach soothingly.

“No doubt there worried as well”

Negan grimaced before sitting up beneath you “well… fucking fuck them ok, I haven’t fucked any of them since our…” he trailed off realizing what he had just confessed to you. Your eyes widened “but…” he sighed “I don’t fucking need them” his eyes lowered “not anymore” he exhaled.

Your chest tightened, he loved you to.

He didn’t need to say the words, you could see it in his eyes, hear it in his voice.

You were his, and he was yours.

Letting out a desperate moan you shoved him back to the bed kissing him with all the pent up need you had built up for him. He groaned threading his fingers through your hair growling as he arched up beneath you, his hands running down your back grasping the hem of your shirt.

He paused, his dark eyes meeting yours “we don’t fucking have to…” you cut him off with a sloppy kiss grinding down on his hardness. Negan grimaced closing his eyes as you led his rough hand underneath your top to place firmly on your breast. He was panting heavily as you pulled on his shirt.

He shot up beneath you to rip it off, tossing it to the slowly forming pile on the floor. You gasped at finally seeing his body, christ he was gorgeous.

Running your hands down his torso you stopped to caress your fingers across the long jagged scar on his side.

You frowned, he came so close to death every single day.

Time was precious and both of you had already wasted too much of it already.

The feeling of his warm lips on yours pulled you from your thoughts your hands grasping his to pull your shirt off as well. Pulling back he gazed at your pale skin “oh wow” he groaned “fuck, beautiful your a…a fucking vision” he growled firmly gripping your still clothed breasts.

You let out a loud moan, gripping his shoulders making him hiss. You leaned forward to press your lips to his in apology before urging him back on the mattress. He gasped holding his hands up away from your skin as you began scooting down his body peppering him with kisses.

You were once again met with the horrendous scar marring his flesh. You kissed it gently making him flinch before you ran your tongue across the rough skin kissing it firmly. Negan was groaning roughly as your lips continued down his body meeting the waistband of his pants.

You swallowed thickly, looking up to see his stomach clenching, his chest heaving, his eyes pressed shut.

He was ready to receive whatever you were willing to give him. Your heart ached to be one with him, but we’re you really ready to take that step?

Negan sat up on his elbows “baby you ok?” you smiled rubbing his stomach, your fingers running up his chest to caress his throat. He groaned dropping back to the bed grasping your fingers before sucking on them gently. You gasped pulling your fingers away to jerk the button of his pants open before dipping your face down to mouth the skin beneath his now open waistband.

He grunted gripping the sheets in his fists, his long legs shifting restlessly beneath your body. You smiled tugging his tight pants down his waist dragging his boxers along with it. He growled arching his back as you finally wrapped your lips around his hard flesh sending a muffled moan vibrating down his shaft.

He let out a pained groan as he bent his knees, his hands coming down to grip your hair gently as you continued to work him over. “ahhh fucking hell” he rasped lifting his hips to meet your slow movements. You gripped his base squeezing him in a pulsing rhythm, his head pressed against the mattress his mouth open “fucking shit” he hissed as you suctioned your lips around his sensitive flesh.

Your hands drifted up to the “v” of his hips scratching the tender skin gently as his body tensed. You removed your mouth making him whine at the loss, replacing your lips with your hands you used both to pump him vigorously.

He jerked up with a groan “arghhhh fuck…jesus fucking christ Y/N” he panted slamming his head against the mattress.

You giggled “you like that big guy?” he laughed groaning faintly as you slowed your pace “like is a bit of a fucking understatement gorgeous”.

You smiled tugging on his manhood firmly before dropping your lips back to his leaking tip. He gasped “fuck baby I’m gonna…” he tugged on your hair in warning as you took all of him in your throat swallowing around him, coaxing his powerful release.

Flinging his arms above his head he tangled his digits in the dark sheets. His fists ripping the fine material as he arched up against you, a deep guttural growl rumbling up through his chest. You moaned around him as hot streams of cum shot into your throat his body trembling as he flopped back down. His legs shifted up around your face as you continued to swallow his warm seed.

He was letting out tiny grunts as you pulled away soothing his softening member with tiny kitten licks.

Rubbing his hips you looked up at his blissful expression with a smile. Ridding yourself of your pants, bra and panties you quickly yanked his boots off. Next came his pants and boxers which were bunched up by his knees before you pulled them the rest of the way off tossing them to the pile on the floor.

His eyes had drifted open at your frantic movements “fuck…i’m sorry…I didn't…” you crawled back on his lap kissing him with a smile “Shhhhh…I wanted to pleasure you Negan…I like pleasuring you” you purred caressing his jaw. “Besides…I don’t think I’m quite ready for you yet” you giggled “snuggle with me?” you laughed biting your lip at his loving smile.

“Now how the fuck am i supposed to say fucking no to that” he chuckled flinging the covers back so you and him could climb underneath. Pulling your back against his chest he wrapped his arms around you nuzzling your neck as your hands curled around his.

Safe, you realized was being wrapped in his arms.

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