#yes please
geto anon.
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The 20’s are upon us, so let’s bring back going to university in suits, smoking in cafés while discussing academia, wearing bold red lipstick everyday and getting absolutely drunk on weekends while listening to jazz
Reblog if it’s okay for your followers to leave you an ask telling you what the one thing is they remember you for as a writer. Is it a scene or a detail or a specific line? Is it something like style or characterization? Is it that one weird kink they never thought they’d be into, but oh my god wow self-discovery time?
Most of Eris’ scars were inflicted by the fire choro fledgling who killed her natal herd. (It was aiming to seize her from behind and managed to tear through her ear in the strike.)
cartoon gore of Eris bloodied with a freshly torn ear:
I need to be able to teleport. For sexual reasons
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“C’mon, Scully,” He urges with a boyish grin that’s impossible to find on other men in their forties, “just close your eyes and follow me.”
“Mulder, be reasonable,” she chides while extending a hand to grab a hold onto the hem of his t-shirt, “I don’t wanna trip.”
“You won’t,” he promises and reaches behind to grab her hand. “Here, hold onto my hand. We don’t need a blindfold, do we? No peeking, Scully.”
“Just walk slow.”
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Wouldn’t it be hilarious if in the third movie they introduce Amy Rose and Knuckles gives her his bone crushing handshake and
Everyone:
Amy: nice handshake!
Knuckles (shaking back and feeling something crack) yeah, yours too!
Underrated Dom Phrases:
“Did I say you could stop?”
“I wasn’t asking.”
“The more you fight, the more I wanna fuck you’”
*mock whining*
“Now.”
“Did you just say no?”
“What’s wrong? Can’t breathe?”
“That’s Sir to you.”
“Wanna say that again?”
“That wasn’t a suggestion.”
“Excuse me?”
we seriously need to bring back the concept of “despite its flaws i still enjoy it” instead of ‘cancelling’ every fuckin thing in sight
We also need to stop insisting that everyone enjoying flawed things must put 25 cents in the Problematic Jar and recite all its failings from memory.
If I just may add: we really need to stop pretending that “I’m a Good person, ergo the thing I like is PERFECT and if you criticize it you’re an ENEMY”. You can enjoy stuff AND keep your sense of critical thinking.
having horns would be incredibly impractical in day to day life but theyd be sexy so does it matter…
Two thoughts:
a) Not only do I support Will Smith throwing hands to defend Jada, but also think we as a species would prosper if we collectively agreed to bitchslap comedians each time they make an offensive joke. Consequences delivered in real time >>> screaming and crying on Twitter. Go on, bitch, be ableist. My hand is twitching already.
b) Multimillionaire on multimillionaire violence is wildly entertaining and I hope they set up a whole ass WWE style ring next year and someone gets chokeslammed at the very least. Maybe make them fight for the awards. The possibilities are endless.
Hold her hands when you cum inside her
An underappreciated whump location, the back seat of cars.
*Whumpee grabbed and thrown in the back of a car.
*Pinned down in tight quarters, Whumper sitting on top of their legs, holding them down.
*Feet kicking uselessly against the inside of a car door.
*Whumpee trying to open the car door and jump out while the car is moving.
*Hit with a tire iron
*Tied up with a seatbelt
*Whumpee duct taped or tied up and buckled safely in their seat.
*Whumpee in the middle seat, squeezed between two henchman.
*Whumper and Whumpee in the backseat as a henchman drives. What kind of fun can Whumper get up to in such close quarters?
*The aesthetic of blood in the back of a car and the story it tells.
*The pet Whumpee with their new owner, riding home in the back of an expensive car or limousine. Kneeling obediently on the floor mat. Or seated uncomfortably beside their new owner, a possessive hand on their thigh.
*Which is worse? Sitting in ridged silence the whole time, or their new owner asking questions about them or telling them their new rules.
*Caretaker driving with Whumpee unconscious in the backseat. They can’t do anything to help them, they can’t do anything but drive to someone who can, or drive somewhere safe.
*Caretaker driving an awake Whumpee, who stares out the window with vacant eyes.
*Whumpee laying across old cracked seats, the smell of vintage leather.
*Midnight roads and unknown destinations.
*Shared glances in the rearview mirror.
*The feeling of dread as Whumper puts the car in park and announces, “We’re here”.
I love the limbo of a scene in a moving car. The idea that Whumpee is in grave danger, but as long as the car is moving, they are safe for the moment. The tension between occupants who know when they reach their destination, is when it really begins.
The anxiety of a Caretaker feeling helpless, yet knowing driving is all they can do, driving as fast as they can, but will it be fast enough?
Yes yes yes. Give me more car whump, please and thank you.
Ok listen.. I want to get fucked so hard that I can’t hold myself up anymore and I’m sobbing into the mattress while you hold my hips up so you can keep fucking me, overstimulating me, making me whine and scream to beg for more
concept: you wrap your whole body around mine and lay your head on my chest and we sleep in for 52 hours