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sneak peek🤭
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aziraphale saying to crowley "I don't suppose [job]'s getting any answers" and crowley saying "no, but just to be able to ask the question..." my fucking god. jesus fucking christ.
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Farleigh Start..1
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Farleigh Start! Who the second he’s drunk or high, becomes a whiny baby. Begging for your attention, for you to touch him.
Farleigh Start! Who is also a little baby in the morning. Wrapping his strong arms around your waist to make sure you don’t leave.
Farleigh Start! With whom you have the deepest shit talking sessions ever. He knows every thing that’s going on in Oxford and will share it with you. You guys can spend hours spilling tea over who did what.
Farleigh Start! Who at the beginning of sex will only respond your teasing with quicks “yes” or “no” but once you start to fuck the attitude out of him he will be whimpering mess, begging, whining.
Farleigh Start! Who will try to dom you once in a while. But we all know that at the end of the day he’s a sub.
Farleigh Start! Who get off at you getting off. What get him the most is you riding his thigh. Just the sight of you going back and forth could make him cum undone in his pants.
Farleigh Start! Who definitely has a size kink. Wrapping his big hands around your throat, having to lean a lot just to be eyes to eyes with him, you looking up to him.
Farleigh Start! Who when someone does or say something you’ll talk shit about later, he gives you a little nudge followed by a certain look.
Farleigh Start! Who is the biggest party animal ever. On the dance floor you’re never alone, always with a tall curly headed boy behind you.
Farleigh Start! Who is a jealous man(no shit😨). Always asking “ who are you texting with that smile” like the mom of a teenager. What pisses him off the most is you dancing with someone else then him at a party. How dare you?! That’s literally HIS thing he does with you.
Farleigh Start! Who you begged to match outfits with. Once he accepted he loved it, everyone knowing you’re his. Not that he will ever admit it.
Farleigh Start! Who’s mindset is “ you’re with me or against me” at the beginning you two had a weird hate relationship always giving each other snarky comments. Until you realized how powerful you would be together and how much sexual pleasure he gives you.
Farleigh Start! Who’s always in the mood. If you’re horny so is he. All you have to do is ask, then boom he’s on his knees.
Farleigh Start! Who after you, his apparence matters the most. Always perfect hair, clear skin, he’ll spend hundreds of dollars on products if he has too. He use expensive parfum but the smell of his cigarettes overpower it.
Farleigh Start! Who in general is a shit talking cunt in public but a real clingy baby in private.and a sex god.
#i love him#archie madekwe#farleigh start#saltburn#farleigh start x reader#felix catton#in love#farleigh x reader#farleigh imagine#farleigh catton#farleigh saltburn#coquette#i want his dick so far down my throat it leaves bruises#farleigh smut#farleigh x you#shit talking#boyfriend#iconic
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does anyone else with a shit immune system know how to speedrun illness because i feel something coming on and i cannot afford to spend the next 2 weeks sick
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what is it about being referred to by your name when you don't necessarily need to use it that's so incredibly intimate and disorienting. names are literally for being referred to and yet
#shitpost#i will be more off center and uncomposed and disoriented and stunned when someone says my name when they don't need to#than if they shoved their tongue down my throat#it's one thing if someone is like. calling to get your attention#or specifically referring to you when otherwise it would be unclear who's being talked about#but like. if you're in conversation and out of nowhere they say 'what do you think about that quil?' like holy shit i might as well be#naked for how intimate that feels#hello
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Father daughter bonding time
edit: Okay tumblr totally screwed the quality heres some close ups
#ballister is off in a different room doing old man shit like a crossword puzzle or smth#nimona#ambrosius goldenloin#nimona movie#nimona fanart#as much as I love the idea of them constantly at eachother’s throats and playfighting#I wanna see more stuff of them being buds!!!
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i think i deserve a little kiss from a boy. as a treat
#‘little kiss’ i mean tongue down my throat#i feel like shit. please#mlm#nblm#achillean#gay#gay pride#gay yearning#gay mlm#mlm and nblm only#poc mlm#mlm concept#mlm thoughts#mlm yearning#mlm love#trans mlm#t4t mlm#t4t yearning#autistic mlm
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Hey by the way if anyone tries to deny Kabru is a judgy bitch I’ll send you the panels of him calling everyone worthless
Respect his duality he’s a good boy who genuinely wants the best for everyone but also thinks he has to do everything himself despite being the Least Qualified Ever because no one else lives up to his standards
He doesn’t even want to look at monsters but oh well every single other person is a piece of shit let’s go get my friends killed over and over again
He’s interesting BECAUSE he’s not one dimensional Good Pure Boy all the time, he’s a judgy manipulative little shit who will eat monsters if it gets him towards his goals, which are “nobody should be killed by monsters actually” and “i want to know what the fuck is going on”
He coulda had ONE honest conversation with Laios and known literally everything about him, Laios has never met a filter
But Kabru was raised for a good chunk of his life (6-18) by Milsiril, and for all he believes elves can never understand short lived people… he picked up the whole “I must be secretive and always conceal my own motivations”
He only breaks under literally the most intense high pressure situation he’s likely to see in his life, which along with being the potential goddamn apocalypse is also a rehashing of All Of His Personal Trauma oh and also Every Suspicion He Ever Had About This One Guy
He’s not more honest because he’s an honest person, he’s more honest because he forgot how sentences work when he finally caught Laios and doesn’t have the bandwidth to play the constant 4D chess in his head that underpins his EVERY INTERACTION WITH EVERYONE EVER until Marcille takes the lion
Kabru’s a pretty good person, with extremely good motivations and goals.
He’s a manipulative son of a bitch who will do anything, anywhere, anytime, to meet those goals, and spends a solid chunk of his time and energy on reading people so he can be someone they like… regardless of his own feelings.
He’s the living The Good Of The Many Outweigh The Needs Of The Few, and solidly puts himself in with “the few” by doing shit he hates because he thinks it’ll help.
Isn’t that more interesting than “oh he would never manipulate anyone, he’s so nice and good all the time”?
#kabru dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#dungeon meshi#this was supposed to be short but i am buzzing so#dungeon meshi spoilers#delicious in dungeon spoilers#also tbh why kabumisu has me by the throat#kabru’s sacrificed himself on the altar of his goals for so ling#long even#becoming everything for everyone so they like him and don’t get in his way#he Needs to get back in touch with himself#and stop becoming whoever his latest target will like#and mithrun could not give less of a fuck who kabru is if he tried#which is why kabru can finally drop the act and just be himself while they’re alone in the dungeon#he’s not trying to read and anticipate mithrun half as much as he does laios and That Is Actually So Much Better For His Mental Health#like yes boy give up on trying to please people#it’s a fucking endless pit get you a man who doesn’t give a shit and will tell you not to too#and then even when kabru stopped trying to be someone mithrun would like#that sneaky fuck won mithrun over anyway and THAT is why they are OTP shit
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Kallus and Crosshair are chilling together in the ✨Character Growth Lounge✨
#even odds on whether they would talk shit together or be at each other's throats lmao#but seriously these gurls hit so hard#a good ex-imperial will get me lying on the floor screaming crying throwing up every time#alexsandr kallus#crosshair#tbb crosshair#star wars#Star Wars rebels#the bad batch#star wars the bad batch#character growth#ex-imperials
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you raggedy hoes that see a vent post talking about perhaps, politics/fatphobia *insert anything really* and get hung up on someone using AAVE in THEIR posts.
"Oh the message is sound but it could've been written better!" ....I said what I said. Y'all really do have the audacity lmao.
No one asked for your seal or stamp of approval- literally what is the point of commenting shit like that besides pointing out what an asshole you are?
#i am so beyond tired of yall#and yall think that shit is cute#i just be wanting to stomp yall throats#fatally#bc...you could leave posts alone#and here you go :)#cry me a fuckin river abt “correct” english#lee rambles#antiblackness#aave
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Damian's panicking.
It was idiotic the moment he saw Grandfather enter Gotham he should have called Father, or Richard even Todd but instead he went on a one man sucide mission.
He knows that he has nothing to prove he didnt have to track Ra's down egaged him in a fight that he can't win.
Especially when he isn't fighting to kill even back in the league trying his hardest he never measured up, his Grandfather has been and will always be untouchable.
He's down katana lost somewhere down below it's almost fitting another Robin dangling off the top of Wayne enterprises. Pearched at his throat a Katana ready to tear through blade sharpenerd that even with only the slight pressure a drop of blood has already rolled down his neck.
He will die again at the hands of another member of his family he seems immortal until it comes to another Al Ghul.
Tears start to slide down he hears grandfathers cruel laughter at how pathetic his grandson is he closes his eyes he doesn't want to see.
A sharp gasp reaches his ears and than a pained moan.
His eyes snap open.
Ra's Al Ghul stands a blade protruding from his heart that is quickly ripped out as he drops to his knees.
Damian's forces his gaze to move from his grandfathers bleeding corpse to the figure holding the blade.
His brother stands in nothing more than his suit he can't help the relieved sob as he pulls himself further away from the edge and throws himself into Tim's waiting arms.
"How did you find me, how did you get here so fast," he forces out through the sobs that's are starting to hurt his chest.
Tim pulls away enough to force Damian's head to gaze up.
"Oh sweetheart, Dami your literally on top of my building, Nevermind that kiddo I'll always find you."
He collapses back into his brothers arms burrowing as far as he can into his chest he doesn't have the energy to do much else other than cling.
He feels Tim shift him so he's carrying Damian as the adrenaline runs out. He doesn't try to fight sleep as he dozes off feeling safer than he ever has with the brother who saved him.
His brother who must have run from whatever meeting he was in without any armor to rescue his little brother. He wasn't saved by Red Robin but by Tim Drake and for once he can't imagine how he ever wished for a different one.
#tim drake#batfamily#bamf tim drake#Imagine Tim looks out his window and sees a dangling Robin and than boy is booking it. The flash doesn't got shit on how fast Tim was#fucking running#Jason is also booking it to Wayne enterprises along with Bruce and Dick everyone is literally running for their lives to get to Damian#Bruce isn't even mad at the corpse well he is a little bit Dick looks two seconds away from ripping his throat out so he is shuting up.#Damian is soooooo getting lectured#also Tim will be chipping his ass#damian wayne#dami loves his brothers#tim drake is a menace#Dami wakes up to all his big brothers gone because they are tearing apart the entire league with their bare hands#jason todd#dick grayson#bruce wayne#batfam#bamf batfamily
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it’s his year 🔥
#redraw of him from the announcement#because ITS HIS YEAR#and he deserves every single day of it#shadow the hedgehog#project shadow#sonic the hedgehog#fearless: the year of shadow#fearless: year of shadow#digital artist#digital art#sonic#my art shit#sth#shth#sonic news#sonic x shadow generations#shadow 2005#sonic art#sonic fanart#sonic games#art#my artwork#artist on tumblr#HE HAS ME BY THE FUCKING THROAT#I LOVE HIM SO MUCH#THE NEW RENDER IS SO GOOOOOD#he’s so pretty I love him
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So what's up with the hatred for binary trans men within the queer community? Even within the trans masculine community as a whole, what is with the cruelty?
Why is it that when a trans femme spoke to me about other trans men in her life, she turned around and used "thats so binary" as an insult towards them, as if she wasn't talking to a binary trans person. Not that it's the worst thing in the world, but it raises questions. At least to me.
What is with that? Why is it wrong for binary trans men to be men? It's not wrong for trans mascs to be masc, so what is the deal with being a man? Does it still really just boil down to simply being a man?
Do you internally think we are "gender traitors" still?
Bc that's what it seems like to me. You can be whatever you are, as long as it isn't a binary trans man.
#transandrophobia#of course this extends to a lot a lot of trans mascs too but my focus is trans men rn#just want to know i guess if any other binary trans men feel this way too#and no this is not a post for you to harbor hate or tmed shit fuck outta here im gonna bite ur throat out#im very very tired so this might sound weird
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There was so much going on in that fight, not the least being the fact the arena music playing when it kicked off was ABBA's "Dancing Queen", but I really think the best part is Poehling and Lappy just standing there with their arms around each other while Ovi tries to pull Garny's head off and then Willy pulls Garny down to the ice.
Look at them. In a punch-happy sea of hair and wrath between former comrades, two other warriors crossed enemy lines for a fleeting and fragile love. I can respect that.
#I love how PETTY the whole thing was. Tap tap slash slash OH NOW THERE ARE FISTS IN FACES.#The baby players on both teams are like uhhhhh pass#Meanwhile the Older Dudes are going for throats#PSA: I can and will block immediately based on important criteria. This criteria is You Being Wrong And Saying Shit About Tom Wilson.#Hendrix Lapierre#Tom Wilson#Alexander Ovechkin#Garnet Hathaway#Ryan Poehling#Nick Seeler#Washington Capitals#Philadelphia Flyers#Hockey Fights
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house’s cane is grotesquely underutilised sexual style in fanfics considering that 1) it’s a long phallic object that he is constantly handling and 2) he straight up joked about fucking wilson with it that one time
#I mean that’s not even my thing personally but like cmon#sick of fanfics where house’s disability is magically healed/not mentioned/ignored to an unrealistic extent#it’s not about what you can do for the infarction so much as what it can do for YOU#it makes me wonder if we all watched the same show#I watched house slam a man against the wall and hold him there by the cane to his throat and I was never the same#house md#hilson#house/wilson#gregory house#james wilson#greg house#hatecrimes md#hornyposting#oh also don’t forget the time wilson grabbed it in that deleted scene as a power move. insanity#I was at the national portrait gallery today and I saw a painting of a king w/ his sceptor and I had a Realization#idc if it’s cringe... a big stick is simply an evolved packer. that shit is HOT
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Its late and im tired so please excuse if this doesn't make sense but lately, I've been thinking about Angry Aredhel must have been
Like realistically, when has this woman made a single decision about her future for herself, and in the few times when she did, when did it not end in tragedy
She must have been so angry, so frustrated and wrathful at her lot in life. She was meant for other things, greater thing! She was a disciple of Orome, the Maiden in White, one of the best hunters in his group along with her cousin.
Yet here she is, caged and trapped like a pretty little canary in a wire house. Stolen from her purpose because of her eldest brother's blind loyalty, her father's stubborn pride, her second oldest brother's blinding grief, and her baby brother's terminal bravery. She's across an ocean, escaped one cage for another by her tormentor and abuser posing as a husband.
The bastard won't even name their child.
She must have be so angry, stuck in that endless darkness, the forest must be such a familiar landscape but so different, twisted and wrong like looking into a warped mirror.
Shes grieving outside her "home" one night, having managed to convince the trees to part their branches just enough that she can glimpse a star or two so she can bask in the starlight. Its been a year since the birth of her son, and nothing has changed. Eol won't look at the boy, and she can feel herself drifting. Without the ability to see the passage of time, without the Light of the Trees or with the Sun and Moon chasing each other across the sky, things are blending together and she feels adrift.
At least when they crossed they ice, they were able to watch the stars move across the endless dark.
The starlight warms her skin, as weak and distant as it is, so she basks. With her eyes closed and face tilted up she feels like a lizard in the mid day sun. Behind her, she hears a noise, a twig being deliberately stepped upon. Aredhel whips around, raising her glowing lichen lamp, wondering if its her husband or one of his servants come to take her back. She feels a little feral at the idea of being dragged away from the pitiful starlight.
A wolf, with a pelt as crisp and clean as the snow dusting Himring's mountain top, slinks into the soft glow. Its fur takes on an almost sickly colour in the green luminescence. The wolf settles at the edge of the light, resting on its haunches as it observes her.
Aredhel thinks she's beautiful, for it is a female wolf. Even in the weak lamplight the beast's silver eyes seem to glow on their own, piercing her very fea and enticing her to come forward, to come closer. There is a power within the she wolf, one Aredhel craves.
The white beast introduces herself as a member of Orome's hunt, and Aredhel believes it, for the she wolf looks like the perfect hunter. The wolf asks her what she, as a fellow hunter, is doing out so far away from her kin and cub.
Momentarily surprised by the ability to speak, for not even Huan can speak so freely, Aredhel responses. She shares her desire for light, her frustration with her "husband," and how she wants a different life for her son. She never wanted this, and she wishes she had the ability to take control of her own fate.
The wolf is sympathetic to her plights, and offers to help her free herself and her child.
"You do have the ability to change your own fate, young one. Asking for help is something no one else could have done for you."
So Aredhel leads the wolf back to Eol's house. They walk through the entry way, both hunters are silent as the dawn as they go. Aredhel heads towards the master bedroom, but hesitates at the door. She can see Eol on his side of their bed, snoring lightly as he does. She hesitates, seeing a vision of what will happen once he realizes she's gone. Fire, doom and death follows her, poison and a flash of fang would flicker in him before he strikes her down for disobedience, for stealing away the son he won't even name.
The wolf nudges her aside, ghosting past her into the room. Aredhel's throat closes up and she slinks away, heading towards Lomion's nursery. She leaves to go strap her sleeping infant son to her chest, then grabs some supplies from the kitchen in a bag. Not even hearing a mouse skittering in the walls, let alone her wolf companion, she steels her nerves to check the master bedroom one more time.
As she passes her bedroom, she can see through a crack in the door and her breath freezes. Standing over the now corpse of her husband, maw dripping red from the freshly torn out throat, the white wolf looms. Aredhel stares transfixed, she can almost taste the blood between her own teeth, feel the rush of the kill, ache of her gums as tendons and tissue would rub against them. The wolf turns to look at her, silver eyes wild, white fur stained with her kill. Aredhel feels the air return to her lungs, she feels lighter and free, a little giggle slips past her lips and the wolf peels back its lips and bares its dripping fangs in a smile.
Aredhel leaves the house, fleeing on foot and all the while she can hear the wolf following her, keeping pace and shadowing her in the darkness, and at some points, ahead of her, leading her out of the woods. Running like this, oh she hasn't done this in years!. The wind snapping at her hair, branches and leaves kissing her cheeks and arms, the rush of a completed hunt with another one ahead of her feels like her first real breath in a long time. It feels like days later, and seconds, heartbeats, when she can see the treeline, dawn's hazy reddish glow peaking through the trees.
Aredhel gives a joyful cry and runs faster. That laughter bubbling up inside of her finally bursts past her lips once she breaks the treeline. The sun on her skin is warm and bright and all she wants to do is laugh and cry and scream until her throat is raw and her tears run dry. But she has to keep moving, she has Lomion still with her, and she is too close to the woods to feel truly safe yet. She walks north, and east, not really knowing where she's heading but knowing that she'll cross into her cousins' land soon. As she walks, she soon realizes that she hasn't seen or heard from her she wolf in a while. Stopping, Aredhel turns to look back, but no where can she see that brilliant white coat, or any tracks that look like wolf paws. She squint, looking back at the distant treeline and sees nothing but shadow. She mourns for her companion, wishing she could have wished her well or at least thanked her for her help. She wonders if Orome set the wolf to free her, not wanting to see one of his hunters in chains.
Its about mid morning when she comes across some of her cousins men, and they're horrified. They ask if she's ok, of she's hurt, they take her to a nearby stream even though she insists she's fine, that she wants to see her cousins.
When she sees her reflection she's scared for a moment. All she can see it blood, dried and crusted down her throat, staining her lips and chin. There is red all along the collar of her white dress, her sleeves, but her hands are clean, and so is her son still asleep strapped across her chest. She looks into her reflection, not yet comprehending. Silver eyes that seem so familiar stare back above the red, above the proof of her freedom.
She bares her bloody teeth in smile.
#Aredhel#silm#silmarillion#Maeglin#i think it would hot if Aredhel pulled a finrod and ripped out eols throat#with her bare teeth like Yes Please Queen Slay lmao#Celegorm is so proud when he finds out like Lmao Still Got It Cuz!!!!! and a bonus new free nephew!!!!#Curufin is disgusted he is related to these ppl but also is supportive of Aredhel going ape shit like she deserves#she chipped some of her teeth on thr bite so like the loving cousin he is curufin makes her mithril fangs#maedhros screams into his hands when he finds out but is also proud. so is fingon! thats his Baby Sister!!!#Lomion grows up Normal and Loved and Nolo adores him and is glad to have a sensible heir for when#fingon inevitability leaves them to marry Maedhros. whenever they get around to it.
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