#i'm having thoughts

[graveyarrdshift]

women's thighs. you agree. reblog.

[softsnarl]

You know those dogs who piss when they get excited?

cw: 18+ | Hybrid AU; piss (kink); humiliation; fem!Reader

You really can't help it, and Simon is always a little mean about it.

The heavy steps up the stairs are always an indicator that makes your ears twitch and perk up. The sound of heavily accented, deep voices, and keys rattling and unlocking the front door enough for your tail to wag and your body to bolt from wherever you are inside the flat.

When the front door finally pushes open and they step over the threshold, Johnny immediately matches your excitement. His own tail wags uncontrollably, his dog ears perk up while his baby blues shine bright despite weariness.

While Simon drops their heavy duffel bags and gear on the floor unceremoniously before kicking the door shut, Johnny catches you right in time. "Doll!"

"Johnny!" You practically squeal, already nuzzling and sniffing his neck with your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, legs hooking around his hips with his support.

"Watch the piss," Simon only comments dryly, watching almost unimpressed as his two pups greet each other, though his gloved hands twitch with the urge to snatch you from the other male's embrace.

Just then, you try to squeeze your thighs around Johnny's hips to keep it in, face already burning as you whine and tinkle into your panties while your tail keeps wagging.

Johnny's ears swivel and immediately pick up the sound of your whine and the scent of you accident, his tail wagging so hard it thumps against Simon's leg.

"Well, look what we have here!" he growls playfully, nuzzling back into your neck as he easily supports your weight. His strong arms wrap around you securely, one hand instinctively going to support under your thighs.

He chuckles deeply when he feels the familiar warmth seeping through your leggings, "Aw, someone missed us that much?" He teases in that thick Scottish brogue, giving you an affectionate squeeze before sniffing loudly at the crook of your neck. "Mmm, smells like sunshine and candy."

His ears flick toward Simon as he adds with a smirk: "Think Ghost is jealous I got to ye first, doll."

"Fuckin' told ya she's gonna piss 'erself again." Simon grunts and shoves past both of you toward the kitchen, muttering and grumbling about needing a whiskey. "Buncha horny, hyperactive mutts. Christ."

As if he doesn't love that you piss yourself with happiness whenever he comes home.

[randombrainworm]

Cr4e3:

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Misfits and Magic season 2:

[helixxhunter]

One thing I’m realizing, the more I think about PHM, is that it takes a very specific type of person with a very specific mindset to willingly sign up for a suicide mission. To understand the risks, the sheer gamble of it all, and the way it will inevitably end. Those like this we see in the story – Ilyukhina, Yao, and DuBois – have had the training, resources, and (most importantly) time to come to terms with all of that.

A luxury Grace, the one who ends up actually going through it, never received.

We see multiple times in both halves of the story that Ryland is not that type of person, not in any capacity. In flashbacks, he’s a coward who only takes real risks when all other options have been exhausted. In the present, he’s terrified about literally everything he’s doing and is far from the pinnacle of bravery someone else might be in the same situation (he’s such a crybaby and I love him for it UGH). The happiest we see him during the course of the mission is when he realizes he could actually go home and live the rest of his life on Earth, and he damn near goes through with it.

Until he’s faced with another choice: go home to Earth, be hailed as a hero, and live out the rest of his days on his home planet, or send the Beetles, condemn himself to the suicide mission this was always intended to be, and save his best friend – the only person in the universe whose ever truly liked, respected, and understood him. And at that point, it’s not even a choice.

Ryland Grace becomes that self-sacrificial hero, fully understanding the risks and inevitable end, for and because of Rocky.

[hummise]

mag172

[hogt1edwhore]

urgent desperate sex. practically ripping eachothers clothes off. sloppy, messy kisses. mm. thoughts.

[dormitorydoor]

Gabi and Nico during the driver's parade!!

+ Gabi being sandwiched between Nico and Ollie

[guildofscribes]

I think I have hit upon the difference between "rides after Ringwraiths with bells on" Glorfindel and "shoots a fell beast down in the dark" Legolas.

It's the approach.

Glorfindel has killed a balrog, and when he died he was sent back because he had more to do and of course Glorfindel would get it done. He's big and powerful and useful and capable and wise enough to be sent back to Middle Earth, and he's earned the confidence to put tinkling bells on his horse as he hunts wraiths and seeks for Aragorn and the Hobbits. It's like an echo of Orome riding across Middle Earth in search of the elves when they woke, and the sound of his hoofbeats caused dark things to quail before him. And make no mistake, evil things take care to avoid Glorfindel of the House of the Golden Flower, Balrog-Slayer... the elf that puts bells on his horse to herald his coming and give hope to friends and knell death to any that make themselves his enemy. His whole air is "Come on, try me! I dare you!"

Legolas' has lived in the fight of a losing battle for his entire life in a forest perpetually under attack by dark things, survived the Battle of the Five Armies, and had Sauron poisoning the very forest he lived in for his whole life. The fight is day by day, in and out, too few people clearing out too many spiders, again and again. They have to be cunning and canny and quiet, and their power is in being fast and explosive on the scene and overwhelming in this way instead of by numbers. Numbers they do not have. His whole air is "Don't try me. Don't."

Glorfindel has fought a fallen angel, and won. With his bright and valiant spirit, he very nearly announces himself by that alone. If anyone deserves to match his enormous presence with bells to taunt all danger that presents itself to his path because he has tasted of death and not blanched before it, it is this elf.

Legolas has survived a slow, creeping, endless fight against a darkness that his people don't have the power to overthrow. His power is the unseen deeds of daily strength, steadfastness in the face of unrelenting darkness, and the purposeful cheer of someone who knows hope beyond all pressing dark.