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I don't know what this is from, but I thought it was Sam and Frodo.

This is a 23 year old strapping young man who basically just discovered how much fun sex is, with his older, hot, and horny new wife from the future.

No Jamie, it doesnae stop.

this is actually the best summary of outlander 💀💀

I would ask if you mean the books or the show, but I think the answer is just 'yes'

I don't know what this is from, but I thought it was Sam and Frodo.

This is a 23 year old strapping young man who basically just discovered how much fun sex is, with his older, hot, and horny new wife from the future.

No Jamie, it doesnae stop.

Aww thank you 😘😘😘

You hated TF141. They were your rival band—born to be enemies, forced into an endless feud. They were arrogant, loud, and always took all the time slots for practice rooms in a petty move against your own band. It was a rivalry that sprouted years ago and had stuck ever since.

You hated them. They hated your band just as much. So why couldn’t you stop fucking their drummer?

You don’t even remember how it began, but you knew it stemmed from a moment of pure, unadulterated hatred. A fit of rage on your end when you discovered one of your amps mysteriously ruined, wrecking the competition for you and causing a loss. You hadn’t an idea who had done it at the time, but you knew it had to be one of the little mutants from TF141.

Ghost had been the first one in your sight, the unlucky bastard who had to hear your outraged tangent about how your band should’ve won, the entire thing was rigged. Granted, he didn’t care, only pitching an argument back on how his band won fair and square and yours didn’t have a chance at winning anyway.

You don’t exactly recall how that caused you to end up trapped beneath him on a lousy couch in a backstage room with his hand wrapped around your throat and your back arching with his hips smashing against your ass, but that was besides the point.

The point was that you were becoming shamefully addicted and no matter how much your hatred for him bubbled with every competition or battle, you always ended up sprawled out on his bedsheets, or letting him into your apartment when he called in the middle of the night.

Every time you tried ending it, telling him you despised him and how much being with him made you sick, he’d snort out an arrogant laugh and puff on that stupid cigarette of his, muttering, “I’ll believe it when I see it, sweetheart.”

It was a never ending cycle and you couldn’t break out of it. It was starting to interfere with your work, spending the nights that you weren’t stuffed full of him writing angry lyrics for new songs to express yourself in the only way you knew how. Practices became sloppy, your work becoming more difficult by the day.

He was to blame for all of it. It made you hate him more. Yet you couldn’t stop. It was the drug your veins needed to pump blood and keep you alive.

Just when you’d find yourself fed up, wanting to break the addiction and telling yourself this time would be different, he’d give you that heated look from beneath his mask while his hands slammed against his drums upon stage, as if saying that performance was for you.

You fell back into the trap every time. Every loss felt doubled, and every win felt like charity. You didn’t care anymore. You just knew you needed your fix and he’d be there waiting with the syringe.

simon didn't want to go out often, but when he did he was the most possessive simon you've ever seen. never ever for a second left his hands off your body, always there, always touching somewhere.

he loved those little dresses you chose, they drove him crazy and you knew that. but he hated the attention that came along with them. from the eyes of other men. his jaw always tight, his eyes torn between your body and the gazes from other men. but your body always ended getting most of it, of course.

when you finally chose a place to eat, because he was always a gentleman and let you choose, he would always pull your hips and make you sit on his thighs. his hands never leaving your legs, or your waist, or up and down your arm.

you always blushed, very aware of the looks of people surrounding you shoot at you both. simon didn't give a flying fuck, though, you knew that. he always buried his face on your neck, inhaling your scent while you squirm, trying to choose something from the menu. accidentally grinding on his hardening cock, trying to put a little distance since you understood he'd never let you take another chair for yourself.

simon would grip your waist and legs harder, hissing under his breath at the graze of your barely covered ass on his crotch.

"bahave, lov', or i may take you 'ight here on this table", simon would whisper against your neck, soft biting your skin in a warning.

your cheeks would turn red, but that wouldn't mean you'd stop.

doing this so I can read it later

Cupid and Psyche (and detail)

Sculpture by Cesare Lapini

marble

the replies 💀

I have laughed so much at this post, especially the close-up of Beast's bedroom eyes, and the reblogs:

And then this one killed me:

Can't believe no one has posted her reaction

@lord-owlsnake

When people say “stop sexualizing breasts”, they don’t mean “breasts aren’t sexy and you should not find them attractive.”

What they mean is that, while they can certainly be enjoyed in a sexual context, that is not their sole function, and they are a neutral body part that should be allowed to exist without comment in a comfortable state (no bra if the person doesn’t want one).

Ways in which we sexualize breasts:

Making fun of saggy breasts (bc they aren’t sexually attractive).

Treating large breasts as superior to small breasts.

Treating large breasts as more vulgar than small breasts.

Treating small breasts as superior to large breasts.

Using breast size as a measure of physical maturity.

Insisting that it is necessary to wear shapewear to make them look sexier even when it is not a sexual situation (such as going to the store).  Some shapewear is worn for comfort/support/fun, but wearing it should be left up to the individual, and bralessness should be considered unremarkable and boring, not slovenly or unsexy.

Insisting that breastfeeding parents cover up because the exposure of a breast is an inherently provocative and aggressively sexual act and it is not okay for people to do that where other people can see, or because it is considered rude to let babies have the titty when grown-ups cannot also have the titty. (And if you ever, ever compare breastfeeding to a sexual act, I will piss in your eyes.)

Focusing breast health issues around “save the boobies” instead of “save the person and ditch the breasts if you gotta” (bc again, sexual value).  This also excludes male victims of things like breast cancer, because male breasts are not even acknowledged, let alone considered sexy or worthy of “saving.”

In fact, culturally we insist pretty stridently that men should not have breasts.  Only women should.  Because women are meant to be sexually attractive at all times, but god forbid that a man look like a woman because that is sexually unattractive.  (This is also transphobic as fuck.)

Imposing different rules on pubescent and older girls that are not imposed on boys of the same age, because budding breasts are distracting and also indecent and should be covered (jfc these are children WHY are we teaching them the most important thing about their bodies is how they look, the effect they have on others, and their potential sexual use??? THAT IS DISGUSTING.)

Arguing that “large and round human breasts evolved as a sexual signal” excuses people from acting like assholes around human breasts. They’re attached to a whole-ass human being, and treating whole-ass human beings in a shitty way because you consider these sexually appealing fatty masses more important than the rest of the human body makes you a dumbass douchebag.

Arguing that toplessness laws should permit women to go topless because teehee then you’d get to see the boobies.  You’d get to see the boobies, all right.  All the boobies.  Saggy boobies.  Scarred boobies.  Boobies with stretch marks.  Boobies with non-standard nipnops.  Hairy boobies.  Uneven, lumpy boobies.  You’d see it all.  Snickering support of anti-toplessness activism is shallow, because it doesn’t usually include support of non-”beautiful” breasts.  It’s also fundamentally stupid.  If you saw all the boobies all the time, you’d stop considering them sexual pretty fucking fast and see them as just another body part. Which they are. So your jollies would un-jolly themselves pretty damn quick.

Anyway, that’s just what I can think of off the top of my head but yeah, we sexualize breasts way too much.

(Also, to hell with TERFs.)

What's a big dog name that you guys like?

Asking for a friend

Irish wolfhound:

Cane Corso

Are a couple possible

Sorry, someone said dog?

Personally, I like 'em plenty big and peak floof, so among my favorites we have...

The Leonberger

Newfoundland 🥺

Tibetan Mastiff

Rottweilers (I mean... it's like a labrador with a few extra pounds, cool paintjob and enough brain cells to know he should stop running before tackling you to the fucking ground, and then also just smart enough to respectfully and deliberately ignore that knowledge)

And then of course there's great danes, assorted shepherds, huskies and the bernese mountain dog (which are the most adorable breed of tiny little lap dogs that just happened to grow to a very unfortunate size)

Also, with all due respect, @wiccanmetallicrose... The Irish wolfhound doesn't count. That's not a big dog, that's a relatively small horse, thank you.

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reblog to pat ur mutuals on their silly heads

moot doots

Imagine Thomas and Martha Wayne getting resurrected via whatever the bullcrap of the week is, and it NOT getting undone once the conflict is over. Bruce and the kids are experiencing All The Emotions but Thomas and Martha are just happy to be there and are wholeheartedly rolling with it.

"The Waynes are a superhero family now? That's amazing! Martha, isn't it amazing?"

"Yes, dear. So much better than the organized crime we used to do. Oh, don't worry Bruce, we really only did it out of obligation, we would have jumped to vigilantism long ago had we known it was an option."

"Martha, we have grandchildren! They're adorable!"

"Thomas you've already met most of them."

"Yes but now I can appreciate them! And spoil them!"

"Thomas, honey, if you actually act as an enabler for our grandbabies I think you'll end up giving our poor Bruce a heart attack."

"Damian has a sword Martha! A sword! We have swords in the family! This is wonderful!"

"I know, Thomas."

Thomas has to be physically restrained from learning how to be a vigilante. He's too old, and Bruce and the rest don't want him to die *again*. He can help Alfred. Doesn't stop him from badgering his grandchildren about their hobbies. Ostensibly it's because he wants to get to know them better, but they all know he just really wants to learn how to do the cool things they all do. He's banned from using the Batcomputer at least thrice.

Martha at first seems content to just sit in the house and play the role of old-fashioned housewife but one day she inexplicably appears in Jason's apartment, supposedly to return one of his guns after he dropped it. He could have sworn it was fully loaded when he lost it, and now it's empty. Martha's fingerprints are the only ones on the gun. He decides to not ask questions.

They both neglect to inform the high society of Gotham that they're alive, and it takes a while for them to realize this. Gradually every rich person in Gotham takes their turn having a breakdown over having to deal with even more Wayne bullcrap. How come the Waynes are the only ones that seem to be immune to death???

The fic you want is The Ill-advised, Chronic and Uncurable by robinasnyder on ao3!

Permanently resurrected Martha and Thomas Wayne! Martha is terrifying! Thomas is bi and has terrible taste in men and Martha approves!

Its very well written!

This fic 😁

This piece was arranged by Kenter Davies, and the organization putting this together is Gaia Music Collective, like the TikTok handle on the video (and they do other One Day Choir stuff, too, where anyone can join for a day)!

bitches, I DO NOT need to be this deep in my feelings and ready to cry on a goddamn Tuesday Morning

but...

like...

here we are, fuck it

just saw this on Reddit lol

i like mine obsessed and touchy

Definitely thought this was about a cat for a whole second

please be noisy while i’m fucking you, i need the positive reinforcement