#ooo boi

[naithegiraffe]

hollywoodreporter: Conan O'Brien, at Your Service.⁠ ⁠ The host of the 98th Academy Awards, graces on THR's 2026 Oscar Issue.⁠ #ConanOBrien, the man Stephen Colbert calls "the patron saint of ex-talk show hosts," has a few things to say about the late night crisis, still sweating every joke and dancing with disaster by hosting the Oscars — again.⁠

[axewhirl]

" how did I taste? "

such a taboo. they commit what most would deem unthinkable. they openly discuss the shunned.

" forbidden... "

more of a spoken thought than a definite answer. that alone would not nearly describe all of it. then again, no amount of words would do it justice.

" made it even better, though. "

draven felt obligated to add. indeed, the thrill of crossing such a line added to the delight. but moreso, there was added satisfaction to be had in knowing people around would not even dare tread near where they had gone. they would never know the full extent of love and devotion for another.

the noxian pondered some more. all while gazing over the subject of his worship. now at peace yet the fire in his eyes was still vivid. but tamed.

fingers traced over her gilded skin, most of the stains washed off. there's care in each motions, as if she could break at the slightest wrong move. a stark contrast from earlier. and, as expected, not going further than the edges of her bandaged shoulder, letting the body recover and heal properly.

and he let his tongue roll against his palate, unwilling to swallow fully and let the iron taste fade so soon. even if he would remember it all too well, he needed to feel it a while longer.

" you taste exquisite. tender, melting. strong, but woven with a delicate aftertaste. sadly, it don't last nearly long enough. never would. "

at least, there was relief in knowing a physical piece of Her now resided within his own, now hallowed, innards. they'd never be closer.

right. that was the most impactful part. it wasn't just about tangible, describable flavors. or the bits he could put words on.

" tastes... unique. how exactly isn't somethin' i can ever explain accurately. or what matters the most... "

the executioner's eyes shift to qiyana's. unafraid of peering right into Her. but not without reverance. his is an intense, earnest gaze.

" it just tastes, feels right. i get full of you, and it's like i'm complete at long last... "

a peck is stolen. tip of the tongue briefly teasing her mouth's entrance.

" you can always try for yourself,

...if you need a clear idea. "

[sparring-spirals]

ohp beau is charmed with no actions

thats uh, exciting.

[83-lemons-make-lemonade]

Me when other people have acne: *literally does not notice*

Me when I have acne: *while opening laptop to buy more concealer* I can never leave my house again

[trustedsense-archive]

// @twxcesaved //

‘ Here lay down on your stomach it’ll be easier to give you a massage, yuh know? ‘ Peter smiles rubbing his hands together and looking her over for a moment. ‘ We haven’t gotten to spend much time like this and you definitely deserve a massage from the master. ‘

[lillyredbird]

I don’t really post any selfies as an insecure bean, but since you asked so nicely @too-many-tears-too-many-fears

[saltseashark]

shes here

[dorkest-darkri]

Oh heck an actual picture of me exists on Tumblr. Idk how to feel about this. {I didn't even know it was posted but at the same time the focus isn't me???}