Shut up and kiss them

painted over an old pencil sketch of my gnome tav, Mayhew! he's recently grown a beard. he already had the smoking habit, Volobotomy eye, and Varric-level aversion to buttoning his shirt, though

here, he's probably watching merriment at camp, like Karlach teaching Wyll her dance moves or Scratch and the owlbear cub gamboling about. a little levity amidst the horrors

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hey so friendly reminder

stede gives *full body* kisses

The absolute biggest thing I've learned as a trans guy: there is nothing more masculine and manly than not caring about looking or acting masculine or manly. Growing your masculinity or manhood takes time and care - you have no obligation to let the world water your garden when you can do that just fine (and you can, even if it doesn't feel like you can!)

Thinking about mechanic Eddie’s forearms. He’s definitely got some stamina and strength in those things 😏

oh, baby.

you just know after cranking tools all day, his forearms are bulked, muscles flexing beneath the swollen veins straining against the surface of his skin as he takes care of himself in the shower, hot body flushed the same color as what he's pumping in his fist. his strength is shot after work, so his hand trembles when he smacks a wet stroke to the base, catching the irresistible voice of pleasure telling him to keep going keep going and drawing it out, desperate to stay in the peak a little longer. sometimes it's routine—jacking off after work—sometimes he has a specific fantasy in mind, and wants to experience the lengthy scene until his right forearm burns for a break. today is both. thick fog fills the room; steam and hair and sweat sticking to his grimy face. it's been a long, grueling day of dealing with cars and customers. that's what makes the relief that much sweeter when his abs stutter and his shoulders curl with those last few passes, lungs holding onto that final breath until it breaks free in short, filthy huffs. grunting in bursts as his callused fingers slick up in dirty release, and his heart beats louder than the water hitting the tub, and his high buzzes the same intoxicating feeling of accomplishment as if the image in his head of your fucked and filled pussy was realer than his cum washing down the drain.

SEBASTIAN STAN

Photographed by Carter Smith for Men's Health

it was literally their moment and they just let us watch

(if you need me i'll be marinating in this for the foreseeable future)

When his pelt thickens between his pecs and begins a trail that needs to be followed 😊😊

I’m not mean I promise lol

i like to think about some stoic, big cocked man, grinding up against your stomach. leaking precum all over you, smearing it with his fat heavy cock, okay? and he's begging to be inside of you, but you're a little mean and you like him like this. so you make him cum pathetically on your tummy. a weak, unsatisfying orgasm that has him whimpering and his hips stuttering because he needs more. and it's ruined, but it's so good that he does it again. okay?

Damn, the Ember Island Players were actually kind of radical, weren't they? The more I think about it, the more it feels like the only way it makes sense in-universe is if being Fire Nation propaganda wasn't the point of their play at all. Aside from a barely tacked on ending where Ozai kills Aang, the play is remarkably sympathetic to the Avatar and a bunch of enemies of the Fire Nation, even framing them as being heroes. Even at points in the story where theyre literally killing Fire Nation soldiers, the narrative still seems to be on their side; they're the underdogs, the relatable ones. Its true that the Fire Nation values strength, but still, you'd expect that in a propaganda play they would be portrayed as at least a little bit more sympathetic... And sure, to some extent the gaang's characters could be seen as defamatory caricutures (the slander on Iroh specifically was probably intentional), but that also might be due to the Players getting a lot of their information from the cabbage man, someone who actively hates the gaang and only ever really sees the worst of them. (And notably, that also means that the Players had worked with an Earth Kingdom merchant to produce the play.)

Mocking the gaang is also just clearly not the point of the play or what people are there for. Sokka's actor says that he's constantly being approached by fans; people genuinely love these characters. The gaang have built entire dedicated fanbases in the Fire Nation because of this play. Honestly, the fact that they're on a remote island is probably the only reason they're able to perform the play the way it is. I imagine it would get shut down pretty quickly on the mainland. Considering all the propaganda in the Fire Nation that we've seen so far, I wouldn't be surprised if the ending was only written that way because it's illegal to write a story where the Fire Lord doesnt win. The play reads less like propaganda and more like 'we're doing the bare minimum to get this story past the censors.'

I'm really curious about what it's like behind the scenes for the Ember Island Players. Are their shows just simple, shlocky entertainment, or could they also be deliberate political commentary? With no recording technology, a play is easier to slip under the radar than something like a book: it's impermanent, stays in one theatre, and performances can be easily tweaked if, say, Fire Nation royalty happens to come by. It's interesting to me that Ursa seemed to like them, while young Zuko had a disdain for them, saying they 'butchered' the story of Love Amongst the Dragons; in all likelihood the version of the story Zuko grew up with in the palace was heavily propaganda-filtered itself. Although, to be fair, they're arguably just not very good playwrights. When it comes to the characterization, I do think some of it only seems bad because we know what the actual characters are like, but a lot of it is just bad writing clearly meant for cheap entertainment. For example, they sexualize Katara quite a bit (and there's other, better analysis out there I've seen that examines how they fetishize her as a Water Tribe girl). And, of course, all of the characters are reduced to shallow and stereotypical comedy.

Still, I think they're worth commending for doing their research and telling a story about enemies of the state that's both sympathetic and surprisingly accurate to actual events, if not the characters' personalities, amidst the Fire Nation's rampant propaganda and misinformation. From the little amount of information about them we can extract from the show, they seem like honestly very interesting people. They're walking this tightrope line between being very close to the heart of the Fire Nation but also separate from it; between being cheap, inconsequential entertainment and being a source of actual news for Ember Island citizens; between telling the underdog story about a ragtag group of children and still trying to make it look like Fire Nation propaganda. I'm not trying to make any big argument on whether they were 'actually good people' or whatever, I just want to know more about them. I kind of wish we could see their production of Love Amongst the Dragons now...maybe I'll write something about them someday

the idea of subby keigo rutting against your thigh as you play with his wings has me in SHAMBLES

listening to him whimper and whine and beg for you to fuck him as tears roll down his pretty little face bcs he’s so frustrated,, he’s such a good boy, why won’t you fuck him already :,(

“fuck- please- i need you so bad- ‘m a good boy i promise, please just fuck me-”

and how could you say no to your little birdie when he begs so pretty?

Your life’s a joke and I’m the punchline~

(ID: Super Paper Mario fanart of Dimentio in a variety of poses and expressions. Top left - smiling at the camera with his hands under his chin. Top right - cackling with the back of one hand to his mouth. Middle - grinning with a finger to his lips, a red spatter across his mask. Bottom left - floating with his legs crossed, the Dark Prognosticus open on his lap, a hand on his chin, humming curiously. Bottom middle - looming ominously and making grabby hands over the Chaos Heart. Bottom right - standing on tiptoe with one foot kicked back, looking at the viewer over his shoulder with a toothy grin, fingers crossed behind his back. END ID.)

Needed a break from another piece, so I pulled this from the WIP folder and banged it out in a couple days. We love a bastard clown man in this house.

Started 06/12/23, finished 11/13/23. NOTE: This was originally posted on my deleted account on 11/14/23.