#(not exactly)

[beerpilled]

How Mirror Mirror really ended

[thejukeboxzero]

Some more of this-

Baby still hasn't forgiven Sam for the aux cord...

Dean has zero (0) sympathy

[quarterlifekitty]

I found the best plink EVERRR

https://x.com/HNEYLUVR/status/2052187067564593257/video/1?s=46

Tell me this isn’t Nikolai omggg🤭🤭

Even the caption suits him if u squint. An AU where he’s a dealer and just falls in love with one of his clients and wants to be the only one taking care of her

What if we made this a little darker 😈

Cw: drug use, coercion, kind of non-consensual prostitution

Nikolai who’s your boyfriend’s plug.

“My plug is coming over— just be cool, ok? He gives me an insanely good price. He might hang out for a little, too.”

You know by now any questions you have will be waved off, so you resign yourself to dealing with there being another strange man in the apartment.

Nikolai greets your boyfriend warmly, like he’s an old friend, but his eyes light up when they land on you.

“And tell me— who is this beautiful creature?”

It’s a slippery slope from there.

That first time, he just sits by you, maybe drapes an arm on the couch behind you. You take a hit from the joint he has for himself at your boyfriend’s urging. Nikolai laughs and looks at you with soft eyes when you cough— like he just saw a silly puppy fall over.

He kisses your cheeks when he says goodbye and your boyfriend waves it off with a “he’s European”.

The next time, his arm is around your shoulders. Then, there’s a hand on your thigh. His goodbye kiss starts landing closer and closer to your lips.

And you feel guilty because you like it. There’s something so slow and easy and sticky about Nikolai— he’s easy to fall into. He’s an excellent conversationalist. He has interesting stories and despite the fact that he only sees you once a week, he seems to remember more about you than your boyfriend ever does. And your boyfriend, usually blitzed within the hour, either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care. Every time you bring up how it’s a little strange what Nikolai (or Kolya, he’s insisted you call him) does, he waves it off— telling you to just be cool and not ruin a good thing.

Your coughing persists every time you take a hit to be polite. Nikolai responds by shotgunning with you. You were sure that would push your boyfriend over the edge, but no.

Until one day, you come home to what you think is an empty apartment. Your boyfriend should be at work. But you walk into your bedroom, and there he is— Kolya playing with the old teddy bear from your dresser (your boyfriend always ends up throwing it out of your bed).

“Nikolai—“

“Malýshka, how many times have I said? You can call me Kolya,” he chides gently, placing the bear down in a sitting position before moving to you.

“Jason isn’t—“

“I know he isn’t home right now, pchelka. He told me I could come here today while he was out.”

“He… he did? Why?”

The truth sits like a sore under your tongue but you don’t want to let it out. You don’t want to admit how stupid you’ve been. How this has been a long time coming.

“He is, well…. A loyal customer. But he hasn’t been able to make a full payment for a long time.”

He can see the second hand of a clock ticking behind your eyes.

“And he knows… he knows how fond I am of you.”

You shake your head in disbelief.

“And he made me an offer.”

You cry. First and foremost at the betrayal. At being treated so cheaply. At knowing this would happen and doing nothing to stop it. At the fact that you ever fell for the romantic words of a man so spineless. But most of all you cry from guilt and relief at the same time.

Because this has been your deepest, darkest, most unspoken fantasy ever since Nikolai walked into the door with his deep brown eyes, with his imposing figure and the gold chain dangling from his neck— and called you beautiful while looking at you like he really believed it.

You spend the rest of the evening in bed with Kolya. The same bed where your boyfriend fucked you. Slept next to you. Left the covers in a mess when he left bed after you.

Hours of it consist of comfort. Of shushing and cooing, of soft stroking and quick circles, of tongue and kisses and nuzzling with his nose.

Nikolai only fucks you once you beg. With a quivering lip and hiccuping sobs. When he can see your hips and feel your cute little hole on the tip of his cock as you try to line yourself up and chase him so he’ll fill you.

Respectfully, he put on a condom. But you don’t really care.

And when you’re in his arms afterwards, playing with his chain while he rubs your back, there’s a lot he could say. But he doesn’t need to say any of it.

He only speaks when he starts to pull away with a groan and a stretch. For a moment, you think everything will shatter— the dream will end and he’ll leave. He got what he wanted. No one wants you beyond what you provide for them. It’s then that he speaks.

“Tell me what you want to pack.”

[starcurtain]

Please someone redraw this with Dr. Ratio and Aventurine because this is the exact vibe they have in my head post-Penacony.

[amjustanobserver]

So, to answer this post I present the case of "Rumi Wanted Those Cookies So Freaking Bad"

The first scene in which we see the girls they are already hodling hands! And Rumi initiated it:

(sorry for the quality. I had to make it a long gif, and slow it a little. and Hellsite dosn't like big gifs)

Second one is the girls invinting her to a bathhouse:

She can't even be cool about it. She just had to exit her room the moment they are 3 meters away to look at them with longing in her eyes.

And, Rumi, I know you do want to go with them. But, do you have to lean against this door like it's the only thing that stops your magnet of a heart from reconnecting with the girls?

Speaking of leaning: Rumi loves doing this. She is using barriers between her and girls to stop herself:

Like she is having a pull that compels her to go to them, get closer, and her will alone is not enough to stop her.

Also, I really love this frame:

Realistically, this wall is an inch thick at best, but there is just an immesurable void between Rumi and Zoemira. And there is no way for her to reach beyond it.

And, at the same time, there is no space between Mira and Zoey:

Rumi is looking at them, together, across from her, something is always between Rumi and Zoemira - a door, a wall, a table, a lie, an origin - a void that she cannot breach without that golden bridge of a Honmoon.

she wants to say so much, so many things:

But until they turn the Honmoon to gold, looking at them across that void is the only thing that left for her

[ovenproofowl]

i'm dying over that reveal. truly. truly. because on paper, the concept that ruby's mother was just an ordinary person and what made her so special was this belief everyone had feeding into her own mythology, creating something larger than life, is actually pretty cool. and, yeah, from wild blue yonder we know the doctor absolutely handed the power of suggestion over to an unknown entity that made it something tangible.. so it works.

sort of

but like. that 15 year old girl decided to drop her baby off at a church in the middle of the night in the most ostentatious, medieval looking cloak and then proceed to point mencingly at the road sign on the off chance the security camera would pick her up and that would somehow give someone the idea to name her daughter after said road sign??

i'm just saying... if that's the way you handle giving your baby up for adoption then there is absolutely nothing ordinary about you

[jerebunory]

Me whenever I see agere content of my hyperfixations/special interests:

Agepril Day 29: Stimming/bees !

It's my bday today 'n I got a tablet! Ain't that cool? So, uhh, little animation! Maybe I should've made them as gifs to last longer but uuhh.

I spent more time on these than I should've, but that's okay :p

Agepril prompts by @mitsukkii