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@mariebee05
thinking about biting down on a pretty girls soft, tender shoulders as she cums on my fingers. hearing her gasp and whine right next to my ear, feeling her tighten as she rides the high that only I could ever give her. I'll take my fingers and slip them right into her mouth to make her taste how sweet she is for me. my pretty girl <3
I know I get pretty heady and gorey on here, but when I ache itâs to be tender. The pairing of butch & brat will forever have my heart.
Pulled hair and teasing smirks. Lingerie under pyjamas. Giggly roughhousing, wrists pinned and shirts pulled up as blindfolds. Kisses and nibbles over every inch of skin. Wanting hands, inviting eyes, teeth and soft lips.
Togetherness, closeness, the desire to crawl into someoneâs rib cage and fill them with your warmth. Stolen moments when I can be yours and you can be mine.
Play that screams with very little subtext âI love you I love you I love you I love youâ
I can explore intensity in so many ways with so many people, but loving romantic sex is something elusive.
There are a few clear memories I have of this transcendent love and connection that I hold closest to my heart. I can feel them still, her glow warming my chest.
I will be loved, and I will be wanted.
me as a writer
yall im losing it, TIL the âWAKE ME UPâ in bring me to life was added on bc the record company thought the song should be more masculine LMAO??
this is wild
omfg
holy shit
Please listen to this and if you canât listen on Spotify hereâs a Youtube link SERIOUSLY THIS VERSION IS SO MUCH BETTER.
It sounds so ethereal without the beat of the rafio version.
weâre here today bc of mr. justin russo
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Chris X Josh really do be the best ship other than Mike X Sam
Iida Tenya is a thiccccc man who likes thiccccccccccccc gals.
i mean,,, you see his thighs?! fucking thicc asf for real. and he friends with uraraka, he knows what up. ( ͥ° ÍÊ ÍĄÂ°) but my i also introduce you to the wonderful thigh riding that would ensueâŠ
The only close thing we have to katsukiâs existence is cosplay and itâs fucking great
@ discord thots,,, yall remember this? đïž
when i watched good omens, i didnât expect to love tv crowley, and it fuckin blindsided me. all at once, i thought, oh gosh, damn, and fuck, roughly in that order, and hereâs why.
where tv crowley and book crowley most significantly diverge is the bookshop fire. in the book, âCrowley cursed Aziraphale, and the ineffable plan, and Above, and Below.â in the tv show, instead of cursing him, he calls out for him desperately before falling to the floor with a quiet âyouâve gone.â for book crowley, az is âAziraphale. The Enemy, of course. But an enemy for six thousand years now, which made him a sort of friend.â for tv crowley, aziraphale is his âbest friend.â naturally, in the bookshop fire, tv crowley is in fucking agony. this is not how book crowley reacts.
see, one of book crowleyâs most basic traits is his optimism. âBecause, underneath it all,â the book says, âCrowley was an optimist. If there was one rock-hard certainty that had sustained him through the bad timesâhe thought briefly of the fourteenth centuryâthen it was utter surety that he would come out on top; that the universe would look after him.â
itâs a really beautiful passage. and i canât relate to it at all.Â
after the fire, book crowley thinks he might âget completely and utterly pissed out of his mind while he waited for the world to end.â where book crowley only considers it, tv crowley actually does it. he does go to wait out the end of the world while drunk, and does give up, and he does break down, and he is not an optimist; he is a mess. that struck me. iâve never seen a heroic character so blatantly need help before. but crowley gets help; he finds a friend and confesses how much aziraphale means to him; he gets back in the car and forges onward through the fire, even though heâs clearly Not Okay.
and there, on the flaming m25, book crowley and tv crowley diverge again. tv crowley is not an optimist; heâs not holding the bentley together with the hope that itâll all work out. but he does it anyway. tv crowley doesnât have optimism, but he has something that is, to me, even more important. in the show, âCrowley has something no other demons have, especially not Hastur: an imagination.â
an imagination. strangely enough, in the book, crowley admits to lacking it:Â âTheyâve got what we lack. Theyâve got imagination,â book crowley says. but tv crowley has that imagination, and that is what saves himâand that, to me, makes so much sense.
tv crowley is traumatised. when he fell, some part of him broke, and while he claims he âsauntered vaguely downwards,â he really took a âmillion-light-year freestyle dive into a pool of boiling sulphur,â and it hurt. tv crowley is hurt. and so am i.Â
i also give up. i also break down. i donât, and canât, ever believe that the universe is looking out for meâor for anyone. i am not an optimist. but you know what? i have imagination. i have friends. and if it came down to me to help save the world, that is exactly what i would rely on.
I agree so much with this. And it is a difference in TV Crowley that I particularly like, because his optimism in the book felt weirdly strange and out of place to me. When it was mentionned, I thought it was ⊠not fitting, considering the rest of his behaviour through the book, and the fact that he was still going on after the fire as if he wasnât that much affected⊠Itâs a part of the book Iâm really glad was changed.Â
250 words = 1 book page
OUT: I wrote only 1,000 words today :/
IN: I wrote FOUR whole pages of my book! âĄ
I needed this
Commenting fanfiction is the easiest thing in the world once you start doing it.Â
I leave a comment on every single fic I read. Sometimes when I read published books I go and leave a comment somewhere the author can find it. Granted, I literally majored in âleaving comments on ficsâ (English Education), but once you start doing it it just becomes second nature. Now youâre gonna go to the Ozymandias school of leaving comments:Â
Problem: I canât leave kudos again.
Beginner: This is a second/third/fourth Kudos
Advanced: This is my second/third/fortieth time reading this, I still love it so much. Here are a few new things I noticed. I like the way you personally do x, y, z compared to other authors Iâve read (in this ship/genre/fandom).
Problem: I donât know what to say :(
Beginner: Just list what you did to read this fic. âI stayed up late reading thisâ, âI read this on a crowded trainâ, âthis kept me company while sickâ.Â
Advanced: X,Y,Z parts made me get butterflies, and I had a physical reaction to this part of the story, I squealed outloud when characters did x,y,z. I blushed at this part. I laughed out loud here. Whatever.Â
Problem: Iâm embarrassed to leave a comment (what if I annoy the author?)
Beginner: Short answer: you wonât EVER annoy the author (unless youâre needlessly mean) But to start, be generic, you donât have to spill your soul in the comments section. âI liked thisâ âI enjoyed reading thisâ ânice ficâ.
Advanced: This really meant a lot to me that you wrote this. This is something I feel like Iâve always wanted to read. This fic hit me in all the right places. Etc.Â
Problem: I donât know how to express myself/my experienceÂ
Beginner: My beginners go to is to highlight a line, put that in your comment and say âi liked thisâ or to identify basic emotions you had while reading and comment those âthis made me happyâ âthis part made me sadâ âi almost criedâ âyou made me laughâ Advanced: âHighlighted lineâ This line made me smile because it has to do with character development/itâs really romantic/itâs so unique/itâs moving. Sometimes I donât highlight a line at all, I just talk about the stuff Iâve noticed were unique to the fic. âI love the way you did this particular thing with this characterâ.Â
This? This is an amazing post. This is the Captain Awkward of commenting postsâit addresses all your fears directly and gives you actionable scripts for each one.
I needed this
Saving Face (2012), acid attacks on women in Pakistan
Meanwhile, in America, feminists are complaining about how dress codes are oppressive.
You idiots have never experienced oppression, and pray you never do, because this is what it looks like.
As a South Asian American feminist, let me remind everyone that oppression is not a competition.
Just because we fight one type of sexism doesnât mean we donât care about other instances of sexism that donât affect us directly in our day to day lives.
My heart goes out to this woman and the hundreds of other victims like her. I want to educate people about these kinds of incidents. I support organizations that help women like this.
You may think that dress code issues are trivial, but they are related to a larger issue of womenâs bodily autonomy, which affects womenâs health and safety.
So please, letâs try to bring awareness and bring about change instead of insulting entire groups of people because they are facing issues that are less scary than the one presented.
âoppression is not a competitionâ
thank you so much for this wording
Every time someone, usually a guy, complains about feminists not experiencing oppression, I canât help but see what they are really trying to say.
âThis is how men could be treating you, be grateful itâs only as bad as it is now.â
And thatâs actually an attribute of abusers, I believe I read somewhere. To compare you to someone being treated worse and tell you you should be grateful you have it so good. It convinces the victim they should be silent in the face of their abuse.
Itâs literally an abuse tactic.Â
Every time someone says something like, âYou [âŠ] have never experienced oppression, and pray you never do, because this is what it looks like.â What they are saying is, âshut up, we could treat you worse if we wanted to.â
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The Wall Scene - Rewritten
âYou know, Crowley, deep down Iâve always thought you were a nice per-â
Aziraphale was smug. He would have admitted that; seeing his... Best adversary be so caring as to provide miracles for the chaos he was feigning really was a feather in his cap. But maybe he had been too smug for his own good.
Crowley had him pinned - not against the wall, not really. It was the angel who stepped back to lean against the paint, to spread his hands just barely against its surface to keep his balance. The demon had barely even ruffled his collar. Really, Aziraphale really should have known better; these grounds used to be for demonic purposes, and there was no telling if calling Crowley nice would have dubious implications for him.
Better safe than sorry.
And thatâs the logic Crowley was going with. If Hastur was looking, if Beelzebub was, if one of the past nuns? He would be done for. He was good at theatrics, dramatics, at prat falls and stage combat. He was good at fake shows of masculinity and dominance, too.
âIâm not nice. Nice is a four letter word,â he spat - or rather, tried to spit. Or growl. He didnât really know what he was going for. It was for show, for protection.
Aziraphale wasnât even scared; he had dealt with this kind of defense mechanism of Crowleyâs before. But there was one problem - or rather, two.
One: they were so close, their noses were touching.
Two: Crowleyâs lips looked so soft.
So the angel was very preoccupied with both those things, with the otherâs words going in one ear and out the other. His eyes meandered down across Crowleyâs nose to his lips, and fixed there, his own face practically blank.
âYou do not call me nice, angel. Do you understand me? Never, ever, under any circumstances, should you call me nice. Theyâll have my throat, my head, my wings, and then where would we be?â
We. It slipped out, but by accident, Crowley didnât quite know. And he wasnât talking about Adam.
But as he finished his threat-but-not-threat, he had noticed the angel not paying attention to a word he was saying; he didnât even get a nod in response.
â-Angel?â he prompted forcefully, giving him the slightest of shakes - and getting nothing in response. âAngel-â
But instead of a nod or a timid âyes,â he got something far more unexpected; Aziraphale leaned forward and locked their lips together. Crowley was so stunned that he just stood there, slowly letting Aziraphaleâs collar go, and - quite possibly - shutting his eyes. No one would have known while he had his glasses on.
And it went on for a very long time, too long to not be wasting time looking for the real spawn of the big boss; Aziraphale had placed his hands on Crowleyâs cheeks, and Crowley just stood there, dumbfounded, like a statue - except his lips. Oh, his lips and tongue were definitely writhing.
Then they were apart, all too soon, with the angel looking up at the demon as if he were the world, and the demon looking down at the angel as if he had just given him the world. But his hands were still on his shoulders, so very warm and full of love and life, and Crowley was breathing heavily, almost panting, almost kissing, about to have a total combustion until-
Until he kissed him back. Fuck rules, fuck sides, fuck everything. The damage was done, the line was crossed - by his the angel, no less - and there wasnât anything Crowley could do to take back that moment. He didnât even want to.
So he made it worse, oh so worse, and legitimately pressed him against the wall by a hand at his hip. They were desecrating a former convent; that was demonic, right?
Nothing had to be said by either of them, not at that moment. All they had to do was hold each other, breathe each other in, Aziraphale feeling Crowleyâs heart beating out of his chest, and Crowley hearing Aziraphaleâs angelic sighs. The angel even hiked a leg up to coil around the demonâs leg in a scandalous gesture of trust, in this all-encompassing measure of carelessness and desire and emotion and-
âOh, excuse me, I didnât mean to interrupt such an intimate moment...â
Both scrambled away from each other, but Aziraphale was stuck in a daze of staring at Crowleyâs lips while Crowley hissed and sputtered and made sure his glasses were still in place before baring his teeth at the former nun.
They would have to talk about this some time, but the question remained: who would be brave enough to bring it up first?
Anathema,gesturing to Aziraphale and Crowley:âSoâŠwhich of you is the pining idiot and which one is the oblivious dumbass?â
ive never thought about this and now the answer is so easy
crowley is obviously the pining idiot whilst aziraphale is an oblivious dumbass (im sorry aziraphale but its true)
Love stories like this
this just warmed my heart. This representation has always been missing tbh. Seeing long-term Black gay, bi, etc  male couples
this is so wholesome, that i don't need a wholesome dose for 2 years
Kevin Bacon lashes sexist trend of unnecessary female nudity in cinema and television and demands more male nudity in Hollywood.
Kevin Bacon is a blessing
I love how the body structure and the decor of the larger bone fairy creates a nice area of concentration that leads the viewerâs eye towards the tooth fairy. This, aside from the obvious glow and design contrast, help direct the attention where needed and is a brilliant move by the artist.
I went to the artistâs website and they are the same one who made this:
Digital Painting, Illustration, Concept Art for Hire
