#remains of the day is one if my favourites

[mysaintkitten]

need a dom thomas shelby fic with bimbo reader!!! ur so good at it!!

thank you so so much !!! hope I did this request justice lol

Just wanna talk | Tommy Shelby x fem!reader

prompt: Tommy gets fed up with your rambling and decides to shut you up

WARNINGS: SMUT (18+ MDNI), mean/misogynistic Tommy, daddy kink, free use kink implied kinda, creampie

*not proofread*

“Daddy,” you huffed frustratingly for what seemed like the millionth time while patting his thigh, “daddy!”

Tommy, like always, was working. That’s all he seemed to do these days, and you were starting to grow sick of it.

You kneeled beside his office chair while wearing your favourite little dress without any panties. As you were running your hand along his thigh and hoping that the touches combined with the name calling would be enough to grab his attention, it seemed like Tommy just had one too many things going on today.

“I’ve missed you, daddy, I just wanna talk …”

Apparently, that was the thing that pushed him over the edge.

“Talk? Talk? All you do is fucking talk.” He spat at you suddenly.

With a groan, Tommy slammed his pen down and then nudged his chair back, standing to his feet as he hastily undid his pants. You were about to follow his lead, but he aggressively makes you stay down on your knees, “no, stay put.”

You bite your lip and bat your lashes while looking up at him, bringing your hand forward to palm him through the fabric.

“After a long, hard day, I don’t wanna fuckin’ talk, sweetheart. I want you either on your knees, ready to suck my cock, or in bed with your legs spread for me. Understood?”

He swats your hand away and tugs his trousers down just enough to free his semi hard cock.

As you’re about to reach for his length again he grabs your hair and the base of his cock, shoving himself inside your mouth before you can even process it.

You whine out of surprise and gag slightly around him as he begins to fuck your mouth. He pants and groans at your warmth, dipping his head back before bringing his gaze back down to watch your lips stretch around his cock.

“This is what you wanted, huh? Wanted me to get so fuckin’ fed up with your blabbering that I just shut you up with my cock?” Tommy growled through gritted teeth, relentlessly fucking your throat without care.

You can only whimper around him, and your eyes squeeze shut as your mascara begins to run down your cheeks. You instinctively place a hand on his thigh as a weak attempt to get him to slow down, he only slaps your hand away continues his harsh pace.

“No, no, you take what daddy gives you.”

As if you weren’t already turned on enough, Tommy’s unwavering dominance gets you wetter. He doesn’t care what you say or think, all he cares about doing is getting off while reminding you of your place as a wife.

Suddenly, his rough pace halts, and your nose is now pressed against his trimmed patch of pubic hair. You gag again and your eyes brim with fresh tears as you struggle to breathe.

“Look at me, princess,” Tommy groans sweetly with that deliciously deep voice of his. Through tear soaked lashes, you stare up at him, feeling your cunt burn hotter as he moans at the sight.

“My pretty girl, such a good little cock sucker …” he praises, knowing exactly how to push all your right buttons. Sprinkle in a few sweet words while degrading you, he is your husband, after all.

He starts to pull you off and brings his slick cock right back to you, his hot member lying across your face demeaningly while his fingers remain locked in your hair.

He doesn’t need to say anything, you know what he wants. Like the good girl that you are, you lick and suck on his balls gently, making sure to maintain eye contact while you do it. Tommy stands there mesmerized, his mouth hanging slightly agape as he groans a few curses and praises.

Finally, he releases his grip onto your hair- just before pushing you down onto your back, shoving you harshly against the ground as you mewl.

His large, strong hands turn you onto your stomach and as you begin to squirm Tommy plants his hand firmly on your back, forcing you down while he straddles your thighs.

He flips up the end of your skirt and spreads your lips apart, watching hungrily as your leaky little cunt clenches around nothing. You’re so desperate to be ravished it’s pathetic, but Tommy loves it. All of it.

He loves how he can use whichever holes he likes, whenever he likes, he loves how he can treat you like a filthy whore and all you’ll do is come crawling back begging for more.

“Jesus, look at that …” Tommy sighs, using his thumb guide his tip towards your opening, pushing his head in without any resistance. You whimper softly at the sensation before Tommy abruptly slides his entire member inside, his cock now resting painfully deep inside you.

He doesn’t stay put for long and he quickly develops a steady, harsh pace that already has you gasping for air. Your entire body is buzzing, intoxicating doses of pain and pleasure flood your system.

You’re convinced your brain has completely melted at this point, and all you’ve become is a life sized fuck toy just for Tommy. Your mouth hangs open while pathetic moans spill out, your back arches towards him and your toes start to curl.

“Yes, yes, yes-“ you sob mindlessly while he abuses your velvety walls, his force and lack of care heightening your sensitivity.

“That’s my girl, you like when daddy fucks you like this, baby?”

Of course he already knows the answer, the way your pussy is fluttering and drooling around him is proof enough- he just wants to hear how ruined you’ve become.

“Y-yes, yes-“ you pant shakily before swallowing harshly, “l-love when you fuck me like th-is, daddy-“

You sound even better than he was imagining, making him chuckle breathily before smacking you on your ass, forcing a small yelp out of you.

“Such a good fucking whore, pretty little cunt takes me so well, s’like shes beggin’ me to come inside,” Tommy hisses while smacking your ass again in the same spot, intensifying the already painful sting.

You mewl for two reasons, one being the smack, the other being Tommy’s comment- watering you down to nothing but a good hole, you hated how much you loved it.

“You want daddy to come inside?” Tommy cooes sweetly after hearing your whines, not genuinely caring if you want it or not. Despite knowing this, you nod, begging for him to claim you.

With a few more deep thrusts, Tommy’s shooting his load inside, keeping his hips pressed against your ass while groaning through gritted teeth as the pleasure courses through him.

Once he’s ridden out his high, he slides himself out and watches in awe as his come spills out of your used hole. Your wrecked pussy along with your reddened ass cheeks cause his softening cock to twitch, nearly becoming hard again.

Really, you didn’t even care that you didn’t get to come, the rush from his touch and attention gave you all the dopamine you could ask for.

Then, with a grunt, Tommy gets up off you and stands to his feet while tucking his cock away. You stay on the ground before trying to push yourself up, your arms and legs much too shaky to get you up.

Tommy sees you struggle and clicks his tongue, leaning down to pick you up bridal style. Once you’re in his arms, he kisses your cheek and neck before nipping playfully at the skin.

“Let’s run you a bath, love.” Tommy hums warmly, and you smiled before nuzzling your head into his neck as he carried you off into the bathroom.

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I know I said ‘free use implied’ but I would loooove to write more straight up free use, especially with Tommy :) teehee !!!!

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy x reader #cillian x fem!reader #tommy shelby #tommy shelby x reader #peaky blinders #hope y’all like this #:)

[pierregazly]

are you warm enough? ꨄ oscar piastri

oscar piastri x reader

warnings: reader has the flu, sad!reader over being sick [945 words]

request: Could I ask for a 💗 with Oscar and "Are you warm enough?" prompt?

note: oscar is def the type to take care of a sick partner?? i dont make the rules but it's true! this is part of my 1.5k celebration! feel free to request away!!

It was inevitable it was going to hit you. It had struck through your entire workplace, through all your study groups. One by one, person by person, they were taken down. By a measly thing like the flu. You knew it was going to take you out, and you were going to hate every second of it.

Selfishly, you were hoping it would strike you the week Oscar was gone, not wanting to waste any of the short time that you did have with him by being confined to bed with a sickness that wouldn’t go away. Unluckily, just hours before his plane was scheduled to touchdown in Melbourne, you felt the tickle begin to climb in the back of your throat.

By the time Oscar’s bags were tossed through the front door of your apartment, you were curled up on the couch, a heated blanket over you while a half-empty cup of tea remained on the coffee table in front of you. Your head was pounding, your nose was stuffed, your stomach was aching. You couldn’t keep any food down, and it felt like the apartment had hit negative temperatures in the few hours between waking up with a scratchy throat, and Oscar coming through the door.

“Honey, I’m home,” he singsonged, walking around the corner and stopping dead in his tracks when he observed your state.

You had told him about all the people who were getting sick at work, at school, about how you had been diligent about making sure you were washing your hands and keeping away from them. How you had told him how you didn’t want to ruin the little time the two of you were finally going to be able to spend together, so you were being extra careful.

Oscar felt the sympathy wash over him as he observed you peak out from underneath the blanket, a look of sadness etched around your face.

“Osc… you shouldn’t come close to me. I don’t want to get you sick, too,” you said.

Ignoring your words, Oscar moved closer to the couch before sitting down beside your sock-covered feet. He gently maneuvered them so they were placed over your lap, rubbing soothing circles on your now-exposed ankle.

“I’ll suffer if I have to. Can’t make you take care of yourself when you look like you might freeze to death if I even move this blanket.”

Just from the blanket simply touching his leg, he could feel the heat emitting off of it, the number ‘6’ displayed on the power screen, indicating it was at the highest level the blanket could reach. 

“Do you want me to make you another tea? Maybe go pick up some soup? I can give my mum a call, see if she can make any and drop it off? Does that sound good?”

Your only response was a nod of your head at every question he threw at you, you weren’t one to ask for help when you were sick, always able to simply take care of yourself. But the idea of getting off the couch, moving from the warmth of the blanket to go and make yourself a tea, or dig through the cupboards to find a can of soup… it just didn’t sound worth it, at all.

“I don’t want to bug your mum, if you pass me my phone I’ll just order some soup here. I can get you something too, real food. But you may not want to eat near me, I haven’t really been able to keep anything down either,” the sniffles after every few words had Oscar grimacing.

“Oh hush, mum always has leftover soup. Someone’s always sick around there, she’d be more than happy to drop it off. Let me go make you a cup of tea, and I’ll be right back.”

It didn’t take him long to tinker around the kitchen, throwing your favourite teabag into the mug and heating up the kettle; texting his mum in the process to inquire about any recent soups she may have made. Unsurprisingly, dad had been sick just days before, excess of his favourite soup in a Tupperware container in the freezer. Nicole had promised to get it thawed up and dropped off before sunset, a message of ‘get well soon, honey’ likely to be written in black ink on the lid.

Holding the warm cup of tea in front of your face, he gestured for you to sit up, a groan emitting from your body as you did so. Gently placing the cup into your hands, he sat down next to you, a small frown marring his face.

“Are you warm enough, baby? I can go pull down a few more blankets from the cupboards? Or turn the heating up?”

Shaking your head, you placed the mug down on the coffee table in front of you, before snuggling up into his side. 

“Can you just hold me? You’re always so warm, and I just want to be snuggled up with you, right now,” you said.

The arm that was pressed between your two bodies moved out of the grasp, wrapping an arm tightly around your shoulders before pulling you in closer to his body. 

“I’ll hold you whenever you want me to, even if you’re going to have to be the one to explain to the team why I have the flu next week.”

The only response you gave him was a shrug of your shoulders. You had already grappled with the fact you were probably going to get him sick, if you had to explain to the team why one of their prized driver’s was now sick… then so be it.

y'all... i didnt realize how popular oscar was until this celebration i have SO many requests for him lol. i hope everyone loves this, and as always, thank you for celebrating with me!!

#oscar piastri #oscar piastri x reader #f1 x reader #f1 x you #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri fanfic #f1 one shot #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 one shot #formula 1 blurb #oscar piastri blurb #blurb #writing #fluff #pierregazly's 1.5k celebration

[anime-dreams]

Idk man pt 2??? Jjk season 2 was traumatising (gege 😡) but sukuna was really hot

Anyways heres Shokos pov after ✨Gojoe✨ and 🗣️Geetoes🦶breakup (i love shoko omg shes so hot and shes savage)

I could barely recognise you after he left. Those blue eyes no longer held the familiar warmth and glow. Your mood swings were so sudden, your silence was so loud, i could not stand to be around you for too long anymore. But you know what i could not stand most? Seeing you, the supposed “strongest” wasting away, like a dimming star. What have you became? Unrecongisable. 

I still keep in touch with Geto. I receive his letters twice a week, and the way he talked about you, it was like you hung stars in the sky. Each one of those letters never failed to mention your name, never failed to ask me to check up on you. And that day, i knocked softly on your door, with a bag full of your favourite snacks. You were crying. I heard it. You never cried, at least, not in front of me. But when you opened the door, you greeted me with a smile that did not reach your eyes. Why are you hiding your feelings from me? Have i also not been with you for the past 2 years? I reached out my hand to pat your back, to try to comfort you, and you flinched, taking a step back, as my hand came into contact with seemingly nothing. Oh yeah, i forgot. Your infinity has been on ever since he left. You took one more step back awkwardly, not meeting my eyes. I know that i can never replace him, but for you to act like im a complete stranger… was i not there? Your actions following his disappearance… it made me question myself if my place in your lives have ever been as meaningful as i had thought. Was i merely an afterthought in the story of our friendship? I didnt even remember how i felt, but i heard myself yell: “Can you suck it up and get the hell over him already?” and the already flickering light in your eyes went out, completely. Before i knew it, your amplification blue took away the whole ceiling and turned it into shambles. Those chipped pieces of wood and shattered pieces of glass held my gaze, as i saw, reflected in them, an image of us. Once strong, now cracked and split. It hurts, you know. Is this how it’s going to end? 

We still talked, but every word you said, every smile you flashed at me, your eyes remained void. Every joke you cracked, every prank you pulled, hollowness echoed after them. I could do nothing but leave you to wallow in your misery. After all, im not him. I cant get you to open up to me like you do with him. You need to know when it’s necessary to let things go, simply for the reason that they are heavy. Deep down, i believe that you havent lost who you are, you’re just different, and that’s okay. But it was painful, to see you like that. 

I stared at the image of you crouching over him, debating if i should disturb the moment. You said something, and he smiled, holding tightly onto his still bleeding shoulder. His lips moved, conveyed his last thoughts to you, then his arms slackened, and his head drooped. You remained there, saying nothing. Your blindfold was off, your shoulders were hunched, your jaw was clenched, and in those swirling shades of blue in your eyes, i could somehow only see emptiness. It wasent long before i had to step in. i was supposed to take care of his body’s disposal, after all. And before i could even touch him, you pushed me aside, with so much force that i almost fell. Your head turned, your eyes cast a piercing gaze at me, and those blue were no longer empty. In them, a whirlwind of emotions swirled, some of which i could not comprehend. How can i, anyway? When you never told me anything. I took that as my cue to leave. 

You and him fit each other perfectly, like yin and yang. Then… where am I? To you and him, what have i been this whole time? In some other life, we are standing side by side, and laughing at the fact that in some other life, we are apart. Gojo, Geto, i really hope that we will meet again, that in another life, our paths will cross again, not as Gojo, Geto, or Shoko, but 3 strangers that become the best of friends. Maybe in another life, our fates won’t be sealed and our destinies won’t be so complicated. Maybe in that other life, I will no longer feel invisible.

(😭😭😭its so sad that shoko stuck by toru and sugu all those times and shes like, so damn invisible. 'theres always a duo in a trio' 😢 i love her so much)

Anyways thanks for making it here!! Im the type that only writes when i feel really emo or when im free (student life's really busy :() so im not really active here BUT i appreciate any constructive feedback/criticism if any so pls do comment and TYSMMM FOR MAKING IT HERE 😍

#shoko ieiri #jujutsu kaisen #jjk shoko #satosugu #gege when i catch you gege #kfc breakup #geto suguru #gojo satoru #what am i even doing #i cannot do this anymore #depressing shit

[changingplumbob]

Pancakes Household: Chapter 9, Part 4

This is Halloween, Halloween, Halloween

Bob: Costume time! Okay friends and fans, it’s time for our Halloween special, who wants to make a pumpkin pie with me?

From beside Bob the droid chirps to indicate that people are tuning in.

Bob: As you can see I have chosen to be a rebel pilot today. I’ll be keeping this on for the bake and my bake sale but something tells me the boss would not approve of me turning up to work in it. Okay let’s run through all our ingredients

The drone chirps while Bob begins preparations. Eliza’s suggestion to get the drone may have stemmed from a place of wanting the flashiest one but Bob appreciated having a set of eyes he could look at when he talked.

Bob: Ugh, kneading, not my favourite part after I’ve already done a workout but hey, that’s on me

He continues to narrate his baking, even getting the drone to read out a question or two that viewers have sent in about the recipe. In the end he pulls one excellent pumpkin pie out of the oven, a perfect Halloween treat.

Bob: Come one, come all to Bob’s Bars! We don’t just have our classic beloved lemon bars today, we have cake and cookies for the sweetness you want on Halloween. If you’re having all that sugar, may as well get full eating it!

The first few customers seem unimpressed with Bob’s selling today but when some new sims walk up to purchase suddenly decide maybe the baking isn’t so bad.

Fergus: Hey Onyx could you- woah! What are you

Onyx: A knight obviously. I see you’re going with the classic skeleton

Fergus: No point fixing what isn’t broke. But could you please help me with my bike? Dad’s busy with the sale and I don’t want to interrupt mother when she’s practicing her speech

Onyx: Sure, I can try. Hop on and I’ll try explain, remember I only just learnt how to ride before my birthday

Fergus: Oh yeah, that’s right

So Fergus wobbles his way around the yard with Onyx doing their best to provide guidance.

Bob: Alright folks, my shift will be starting soon. Who’s going to be customer of the day and buy the last lemon bar?

Harvey: Hello. Do you have bake sales often

Bob: Why yes I do sir

Harvey: How convenient! And do you get positive reviews

Bob: Indeed I do

Harvey: Well then person I’ve never met I would like to buy the last lemon bar

After Bob makes the sale Harvey tells everyone around him how good it is while Bob packs up. It’s good to have friends.

Eliza greets the first trick or treater and offers them some candy. The kid leaves happy and Ginger comes out of the house very confused.

Ginger: *whines* What’s going on

Eliza: Ginger sweetie it’s just me, it’s just mother. Here let me give you a brush

Ginger: *barks* you may not look like mother but you definitely smell the same

Then it’s dinner time for the Pancakes left at home.

Fergus: Dad left us roast! Awesome

Eliza: Onyx will you be able to eat in that helmet

Onyx: I could ask you the same question. But I won’t, because I’m a good kid who deserves a horse

Fergus: *laughs*

The trio chat and eat while Ginger looks on. Sure she has biscuits in her bowl but that looks like real meat on the table. Why won’t they feed her that?

Onyx takes care of the dishes and Fergus decides it’s time for Ginger to learn another trick, playing dead. Mustering his drama skills he does his best to show her what to do, but she remains skeptical of the exercise. Fergus keeps trying though and eventually Ginger catches on, rolling to the floor.

Fergus: You did it! Well done Ginger, we’re stars

*doorbell rings*

Eliza: Onyx could you get that one

Onyx: Sure mother

They open the door to the deck candy all prepared and are greeted by a teen girl dressed as a maid.

Zhafira: Trick or treat

Onyx: Uhh… what

Zhafira: *laughs* I mean for me

Onyx: Oh, right. Have some candy?

Zhafira: Why thank you

Onyx has just decided they should ask what high school the stranger attends when she turns and skips off down the drive.

Carson pops over to visit and become best friends with Onyx!

Onyx: Where’s your costume

Carson: I’m dressed as someone who doesn’t care about Halloween

Onyx: Your loss. Hey, have you seen a girl at school?

Carson: There are many girls at school

Onyx: I mean a specific one, she’s a brunette with a bob cut

Carson: You don’t know a name

Onyx: She left pretty quickly, but she was cute and I wondered why I hadn't noticed her before

Carson: People keep aging Onyx, so more teens. But sorry I don’t really find many people cute at our school so haven't noticed

Onyx: You said that last year. But if you know you’re bi you must have been attracted to someone once right

Carson: I mean, it’s going to sound stupid...

Onyx: You’re my best friend, sound as stupid as you like

Carson: I mean I’ll find a guy or girl pretty but my daydreams are usually romance filled instead of woohoo filled

Onyx: Huh. So are you like, anti-kissing

Carson: I don't know, growing up is confusing

Onyx: You’re telling me

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#sims 4 #the sims #the sims 4 #simblr #my sims #ChangingPlumbobStorytime #R0904 #OnyxPancakes #FergusPancakes #BobPancakes #ElizaPancakes #HarveyFoster #CarsonFoster

[melrosing]

one thing I also find v frustrating in this fandom is that a 'passive' female character is considered somehow backwards, uninteresting, or unsympathetic. passive and active are just about what a character's relationship to the narrative is. it does itself not determine whether that relationship is an engaging one or not, or what degree of importance that character holds. women are often relegated to passive roles, so necessarily within ASOIAF there are going to be characters who operate from within them - and that is still worthy of commentary and engagement. it's great that we also have a high number of female characters with active roles, but that is not the only way to write interesting women. you can have whole fucking novels about passive characters and many of them are the best ever written so can we stop with the Barbie 2023 dir. Greta Gerwig level feminism im tired

#like The Remains of the Day is one of my favourite novels led by a passive character #where the conclusion of the novel is that he will remain passive #it's stunning it's beautiful it's an incredible commentary on the human condition #so what is wrong w that for women

[lastofthe20thcenturygirls]

#i really have no idea why i went that day on his twt and saved all his dad selfies #was it because of his obsession with the sunlight angles and b&w? i think that was it #but here are the remaining ones #the first two are my favourite esp the ganesh chaturthi one (it's the tika) #SRK crisis hours #shah rukh khan #bollywood #shahrukh khan

[merilles]

@/roadkillled also did this of dúvain for an art trade a while ago! it's literally epic, i'm still obsessed with it <3

#frothing at the mouth everytime she draws one of my fav OCs #i think this remains one of my favourite pieces of dúvain to this day actually- #the fellbeasts? the one glowing eye? the rings? *chef kiss* absolutely stunning #i want to frame it and hang it up on my wall #lord of the rings #lotr #nazgul #ringwraiths #oc #lotr oc #oc: duvain #my ocs #art #other peoples' art

[occasionaltouhou]

at the very least please read the melancholia of incomplete magic. please please please

#to this day it remains one of my favourite things i've written. i still reread it every so often

[tiredfoxtf]

Okay, I'm gonna go on a rant here a bit.

I fucking cannot stand how modern day almost completely abandoned some genres of games. What was the last Point-And-Click Quest you heard about? What the last puzzle game that became popular? The last visual novel that isn't a dating sim or ddlc (that came out in 2017 which was 6 years ago btw) that received any public attention?

These small genres of games are not necessarily dying specifically visual novels, these are huuugely supported by their own fanbase of creative people and players.

It doesn't mean that they don't exist. They do. As indie games mostly for understandable reasons. But no one talks about them. At all.

#> tired shitpost #last game of deponi.a series was released in 2016 #the talos princip.le came out in 2015 #WHICH BY THE WAY ANNOUNCED THE SEQUEL THAT SHOULD BE COMING OUT THIS YEAR IN LIKE 2020 AND I GET TO KNOW IT ONLY FUCKING NOW???? #The Witnes/s which will remain one of my favourite games of all times came out in 2015 also #dr.v3 came out in 2017 yes i will count it also #ZE:ZT.D came out in 2016 #both of them closed off their trilogies with one obviously being more popular than the other to this day #like #idk it's so sad to me

[whatsanameanyway]

honestly still the biggest personal tragedy of session 5 is that when grian joined gem in the tower building. in gems episode, there were almost a solid 10 minutes of just that. them hanging out, calm, peaceful, no danger, away from people that could hurt them . and guess what ? grian left LESS THAN 3 MINUTES OF THAT IN HIS EPISODE dbjksffejw

#rant in tags #gems episode straight up got me to start drawing the most complicated fanart in a year or so just of that scene #and grian just. cut most of it out #(gem probably did too. but come on g. only 3??) #i think i know what im feeling. i called it in a yt comment on session 2 or so #im clinging to the last remains of peace and happiness we get #i watched every pov and i think this episode grian's is my favourite (even if he cut out most of my fav scene overall) #he almost died' rigged a charity' loved bdubs and built a tower. it was nice #he barely interacted with the reds (love them too but). he was just hanging out. the cleo&etho&grian & i guess bdubs team is my fav #literally not a single spec of danger in that house. all positivity (thanks etho for starting the 'we love bdubs' day too bdw) #even martyns single trap got disarmed immediately #i was hoping for an grian & cleo team because of the potential for chaos but i think i love this more at least for now #ive been thinking too. the heart foundation honestly stresses me out so much #i love them with all my heart. i do #but i dont trust bigb at all. havent since episode one and wont start now. feels like that man has no loyalty to tango and skizz #hes very fun dont get me wrong but he makes me worried. i still have no idea what his deal is #theyre also very open. no fortification ( i like walls theyre safe) #and their system is very easy to rig (as shown in this episode) #(also bigb straight up saw grian throw his quartz in and said NOTHING) #“this is a death game! why do you not want death? what are you even here for?” SHUSH #this is all /positive. its good stress #(and i love death and betrayal martyn's win is my fav ending so far) #i just got too used to the peace and happiness at the beginning #i did not mean to rant this much but i have a lot of feelings about this series i dont have anywhere else to express #trafficblr #secret life

[martyrbat]

the homoeroticism of sharing a cigarette while overlooking a city you both want to save and are willing to sacrifice everything to do so while desperately clinging to the hope you both can somehow still live to see another sunrise.

#shoutout to batgordon gotta be one of my favourite pairs that makes my mutuals annoyed <33 #its about having that boundary and barrier that literal mask staring you in the face every single time you talk — the painful reminder you #will never know the man underneath it entirely! yet still that trust to uphold his secret identity! to not peek or rip it off! to not turn #around when he uncowls himself behind you in a theatrical show of HIS trust! its about not opening your eyes while bandaging his injuries #and as your fingers graze the skin that you dont allow yourself to see! its about seeing this mask and accepting it as part of the man and #something he must do and have! its about finding the other person that actually cares about this city as much as you do! #everyone around you is telling you its hopeless yet you remain that hope! you remain dedicated to it and your sisyphus labour because #theres such a small possibility that one day things WILL get better and that's enough to keep you going! its about finding the other person #that has sacrificed and sabotaged their own happiness and life for this city! #its about the smoke burning in your lungs and the cold air you two will always share — if youre lucky. #its about having a consensual workplace relationship that neither of you will acknowledge! #and why should you! theree no point! its never going to happen; gotham and your family is always going to the priority for both of you #but god the stars are beautiful tonight and its so nice to have a friend that actually understands why youre bleeding for this city #its also about sad old men sex & bittersweet heartache memories shared of watching this hungry city shift and change as your blood feeds it

[ast3ri]

Btw if you are an artist and I like your art, I'll probably most likely print it out and glue your work in my journal if I cant buy a physical copy.

Because I like to take art I like with me, and have a permanent remnant of it, as my journals go into a locked safe when they are full.

If your handle or signature isn't on the art in some way, I edit it digitally to include either your name (if you have it on your blog) or your url/@ username. Dw though! I'll let you know if I can!

Your art will live on with me, touching my heart and inspiring me to keep painting for as long as my journals survive along with all my sentimental keepsakes.

#artists of tumblr #queer artist #bujo #Art #digital art #comics #diary #||°• I have HSD #Its so hard and painful to paint draw and write because im so prone to inflammation and stress injuries #And I am constantly reminded by my favourite artists and authors as well as artists who maybe one or two pieces i like #that i should keep at it #just do it when i can #So i love to decorate something i interract with and see every day with your art as well as my own #alongside writing from prompts people post that inspire me #or works of art that illicit an emotion or memory that i can write something off of or include in a spread as a visual reminder #your art is so precious and while we as artists destroy paint over and rework or reuse our works #its effects in our lives remain permanent. #and i hope for every painting you do or every sentance you write you remember that or find some way to remember it

[musiclandoux]

: 🎼💜🎼

#Alter Bridge #Open Your Eyes #Metalingus #One Day Remains #my favourites #🎼💜🎼 #mp3💜 #Spotify

[thespookywoods]

Writing down ideas for possible fics about my ocs that will be for me and only me, gritting my teeth and repeating the dune litany against fear except it's about cringe over and over again

#i must not care if i am cringe. #caring about being cringe is the mind killer. #caring about cringe is the little death that brings total obliteration. #i will face the idea of being cringe. I will allow it to pass over me and through me. #and when it has gone past i will turn the inner eye to see its path. #where caring about being cringe has gone there will be nothing. #only i will remain #i had more of that just sitting in my head than i thought but i had to google how it went anyways #because my brain wouldn't stop switching obliteration with obligation and i couldn't remember what word i actually needed #anyways i've got oc x canon ships going on in my brain at all times and one day i will write them down for myself #because im my favourite audience member

[murderballadeer]

diamonds and rust frustratingly has 11 songs so i can't make a poll abt which is the best song on it. but then again it's probably for the best bc i would be sad if winds of the old days didn't win

#or i mean it would be ok if one of the others she wrote won too but winds of the old days remains my favourite #soapbox

[youssefguedira]

i need to watch una questione privata again this will fix 90% of my problems

#i miss my beloved. also it is probably completely seriously my favourite movie atm #like i do love tog and diabolik to death one glance at my blog will tell you that but like #its just Something Else man. its so good. i love that movie so much. #neon has thoughts #117 days remain until january 10th 2023