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Just started reading the fellowship of the ring but here’s mine
“Who will laugh, I wonder?” Said Gandalf, shaking his head.
“We shall see,” said Bilbo.
I think about this too much
I read all of Lord of the rings
So why is my favorite line still
"I don't carry water in my pockets"
HELP I THINK ABOUT IT SO OFTEN FOR NO REASON
I'm trash!! I had to continue the meme!
Freddy Fazbear in my au is just like...
(After paying for all the taxes and making sure the animatronics don't kill each other) Freddy is just like...
Holy fudging cow poop, what the H E double hockey stick, this frazzlin' killed me. You have no idea the kind of will power it is taking me not to matamorphasize into a sailor and use every word my mother would've beat my buttocks raw if she heard when I was little.
This sounds like the fanfiction 13-year-old me read when she was a horny teenager for the very first time. But seriously, I know this is really messed up, but... am I the only one who wants to know how this ended? No? Okay, I'm trash, I get it.
I’ll never not be amused by the fact that I can drop the words “crucifix nail nipples” into a conversation and some of you who have been with me since the livejournal days will join me in the flashbacks, screaming and crying all the way.
You ever read smut that was so well written it had you feelin like you the one that got fucked
Ok so this is my take on a female Darkiplier
frustration [Woozi nsfw]
[Requested]
pairings: Jihoon x reader word count: 543 genre: smut/nsfw
note: I’m sorry but askfds;akfsdf DAMN IT my Jihoon feels are WRECKED. Hope you enjoy this T^T
Your moan was louder than you would’ve liked it to be as your back arched away from the wall you barely able to lean yourself up against. You felt Jihoon smirk against your thigh at the sound, his fingers working magic against you, his thumb rubbing lethargic circles against your sensitive nub.
“You must really want Soonyoung to hear you, huh?” He chuckled, nibbling at your soft flesh and adding a second finger to pumping inside of you. You bit your lip this time as you reached forward to tug on his hair roughly, your hips gyrating roughly against his hand.
“Shut up, asshole.” You groaned out, your crush on the dancer something you had only ever shared with Jihoon, your best friend.
The velvet haired boy huffed against your skin before pulling his fingers out, leaning back slightly to slip them into his mouth for a little bit of your taste. “Oh, but I think having him in the living right now is exciting you. You’re practically dripping, aren’t you?”
You flushed at his words, narrowing your eyes at him, but not exactly denying his words either. “Shouldn’t you just shut up and fuck me now? You’re the one who called me here, remember?”
This relationship between you and Jihoon had started accidentally, literally. It was after a night of far too many drinks for both of you that you ended up in bed together, and upon waking up in the morning, you realized you both had quite a few needs that rarely gotten taken care of, and thus you continued on with the actions that no best friends should ever partake in.
Even so, unlike most friendship, yours didn’t change from the shift, if anything you become even closer as friends, more comfortable and open with each other, but definitely far too platonic to make anything more out of it.
Jihoon even knew of your crush on Kwon Soonyoung, one of his friends and someone you had dreamt far too many times about for it to be healthy. That was when Jihoon tended to help you the most in relieving your own pent up tension.
Soonyoung already had a girlfriend, and you were far too out of his league to even hope for a blown kiss.
“You even more impatient when he’s around, too, I see.” He grumbled, standing up from the floor and unbuckling his belt. You eyed his hands as he undid the clasp, beyond ready for him to get to work.
When his hands came to your thighs and hauled you up against him, entering you much easier than he normally should’ve been able to, thanks to how wet you were, you had to muffle your moan in the crook of his shoulder, your own hands reaching around to grasp the material of his shirt.
It didn’t take long for you to finish, what with how frustrated you already were, and Jihoon’s stamina was just as shot from the feeling of you clenching around his length endlessly. With a strained moan he came inside of you just as you both heard a knock on his bedroom door and the sound of Soonyoung’s voice chirping from outside.
“Are you guys alright in there? It sounds like someone’s in pain.”
From 'Into a Dark, Silver Wood' by @thewriterowl
It was supposed to just be a trip to a cabin with friends…then the woods started to speak to him and a man of silver storms started to haunt his every movement…and with the call of "come home" Luke is growing increasingly unsure he will ever set foot out of these woods again.
Read from left to right. Do not repost without permission. Links to work in replies.
Parents: lemme see your phone
Me: ok just give me a minute
Parents: what are you hiding?! Porn? Drugs? Sex?
Me: *closing 37 taps of x reader fanfiction*
This is adroable,personally I really love the cartoon style of the 1930s-40s and really want to learn how to draw in the style. I gotta post my cosplays on here as well.
i finally came up with a design for a Cuphead boss that i actually LIKE
this goober is Gaspar Gashapon. he shoots little gashapon eggs out of his mouth and they explode into enemies (i still need to draw some of them aaaAA)
he’s a wisecracking, easily frustrated asshole that just wants people to stop sticking nickels into his stomach
I’m glad you liked it. I will listen to you’re critics. Sorry about her age Idk how old she is but Ill up the age. But I’m glad you some what liked it
*fanfic slave does a dance*
(so I may or may not have put Amy in this part one of a three part fanfic) was that acceptable?
Hmm… it was OKAY
I have some critiques:
Amy is much older than 16 these days and I sure as hell ain’t gonna be with her when she’s a minor (I’ve learned my lesson, heh)
My eyes are GREEN, not blue
OTHER THAN THAT, not too bad, slave
*reapers voice* MMMOOOOOOOORRRRE. *Returns to regular voice* Now that that's out of the way. Can I just say that I am head over heels in love with this? Seriously, I cannot be any more giddy. The hooks that are supposed to keep me reading are as big as Roadhog's and I feel like a drug addict who just can't get enough. Send help please?
WIP: Ghost Stories On Route 66
aka the one where Hanzo Shimada is an expatriate art student, Jesse McCree is an NPS ranger, both are more than they seem, weird stuff is going down in the New Mexican desert, and their lives collide in the middle of it.
Featuring a conversation with a ranger who is not a ranger.
At some point after he fell asleep, Jesse had turned to face him and now they lay entangled in a mass of cloak and covers and intertwined limbs, with his ranger’s head just beneath his chin, nestled against his chest, as though seeking comfort in the warmth of his body. And it was both comfortable and warm, cocooned in sheets and blankets that smelled of them both and the subtler scents of home, fresh tatami and free-flowing water and the perfume of the trees on the wind that swept down the sides of the mountain. Drowsily he opened his eyes and drowsily he looked out over his grandmother’s water garden through the half-open shoji, wisps of mist rising from the spring-fed pond, the trees ringing it a riot of scarlet and crimson, golden and orange, the autumn-cool breeze on his face and hands a delicious contrast to the ranger’s warm breath on his throat. One of his hands lazily found its way into Jesse’s hair and he stirred in response, shifted slightly, erased the last of the space between them, and it was all he could do not to bend down and kiss him awake, to spend the rest of the morning and the day after giving him whatever comfort he might desire. Their lips had just brushed for the first time when the sound of the shoji sliding still further drew his attention and he realized that they were not alone.
“About time you got here.” The ranger who was not his ranger drawled from his place on the verandah, beast-golden eyes glinting in the early morning light. “Took you long enough.”
Hanzo stiffened and, next to him, his ranger murmured indistinctly and half-opened dark eyes dazed with interrupted sleep and uncured fatigue.
“Shhhhh,” Hanzo whispered to him and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Go back to sleep, koishii. You’re safe here.”
He waited until Jesse drifted back down, only then sliding out of his arms and drawing the covers back over him to keep away the chill. He stepped into the shoes waiting for him on the verandah, slid the shoji completely closed, and stood there for a moment with his back to the ranger-who-was-not-his-ranger, breathing the cool air of the mountains, of the shrine, until he was certain he could control himself. When he turned around, he found that the not-ranger had abandoned the verandah for the mossy stones ringing the pond, crouched in the shadow a scarlet maple watching the jewel-bright fish rising from the depths of the dark water to feed off the surface. For a moment, he did as well, and tried to permit the peace of doing so to fully infuse his spirit, forced his hands to sit open on his thighs as he knelt and breathed and finally said, “Was it you?”
“Hmmm?” The not-ranger looked up, head tilted quizzically, eyes wide and disingenuously innocent and Hanzo found his hands curling into his fists and he swore he felt the teeth lengthening in his mouth.
“Was it you,” He bit off each word sharply and precisely, “who brought him into this world? Who abandoned him to pain and loneliness and self-doubt? And, if it was not you, who was it?”
The not-ranger stared at him, wordlessly, for several seconds, his eyes growing gradually wider and the corners of his mouth sliding into an unnaturally wide smile and finally he threw his head back and laughed. Hanzo felt a rumble begin low in his chest, one that clawed its way up his throat and emerged as a wordless sound of fury functionally indistinguishable from a growl, and the only reason he didn’t lunge across the space separating them was because he saw the not-ranger waiting for him to do so and knew where that would end for both of them. He could not, however, force his hands to unclench.
“Ah, cousin.” The not-ranger wiped his eyes with the back of one hand as his burst good humor ran its course. “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised – of course defending your mate it what it takes to make you show your fangs.”
Hanzo bristled and only barely resisted to urge to actually bare his teeth. “Is that a no?”
“Peace, cousin.” The tips of two clawed fingers came to rest in the center of his forehead, and suddenly there was no distance between them, and he felt calm pouring through him from that point of contact, peeling the tension out of his shoulders and his spine, almost against his will. “I am not your enemy. And, no, I am not the one who made him.” A sharp-toothed smile. “In fact, historically speaking, I’m more likely to be found killing his kind, not fathering them. Or, to be pedantic about it, tricking the powerful but not too smart ones into accidentally killing themselves.”
“But you were there the night his grandparents found him.” He opened his hands and found himself fighting the urge to rest his head against the not-ranger’s shoulder.
“I was. I carried him away, you see.” Hanzo looked up quickly, and found the not-ranger’s face inches from his own, sorrow in his golden eyes. “It’s good he never went searching for his mother. There wouldn’t be much left to find.”
Hanzo shivered convulsively. “You saved him.”
“I helped. It seemed the thing to do.” The not-ranger settled down cross-legged a handspan away. “That meddlesome old woman who lives in a hole in the ground might have had something to do with it.”
“We have spoken.” Hanzo said dryly. “Did she send you to me, as well?”
“Maybe.” Those golden eyes flicked away, and then back. “Maybe not.”
“Oh for fuck’s sake.” Hanzo snapped. “Are you serious? This is my life at stake here, a straight answer would be wildly appreciated.”
“Unfortunately, those are rarely in my repertoire and the lack is a sorry side-effect of being related to me.” A sharp-toothed grin, completely undisturbed by Hanzo’s tone, and he found himself wrestling with the urge to throw the not-ranger in the pond again. “But, for the record? You are choosing wisely. And growing stronger by the moment. That’s why we’re all here. Well, one of the reasons.”
“Shared dreamspace.” Hanzo grabbed his frustration and forced it back down. “This is my dream, and I brought him into it?”
The not-ranger planted his chin on his fist and rolled his eyes heavenward. “I think we just had a conversation about straight answers.”
“So, yes.” His reward was the world’s fangiest grin of encouragement. “Because even though I was only here once…and terrible things happened to me here…it still feels safe to me? Because this was the last place I was wholly and completely myself before…” His eyes stung. “This is the last place I was whole and safe, and it will keep him whole and safe, as well. And…if I took him to Hanamura…the Lady might not see him as I do.”
“A not-irrational chain of suppositions.” The not-ranger murmured encouragingly.
“And the other reason?” Hanzo asked, rhetorically, and allowed his gaze to finally drift across the garden, and the trees beyond it that almost but not entirely screened the highest point of the gabled shrine roof from view. “I am going to have to go back.”
The not-ranger was silent but regarded him steadily with something like compassion in his unnaturally bright eyes. Hanzo took a deep, ragged breath that had no peace in it and released it in a shuddering sigh that took none of the emotion churning in his gut with it. “What would it cost me,” He asked carefully, “to receive one true answer from your lips?”
“Only one?” The not-ranger replied, tone musing. “A task of my choosing, to be performed when I ask it, without hesitation.”
“Did you know her – the Shimada warrior who came to fight the Serpent-Wolf all those years ago?” Hanzo asked, almost before he realized that was the question he most wanted answered.
“Yes, I knew her – then and now. We are kin, after all.” He reached out again, and the tip of one clawed finger rested in the center of his chest. “You need to wake up now.”
/beats dead horse further into the ground/
No running
No stabbing
Lyf's : HICCSTRID HEADCANON pt 1
We all know Hiccup is a romantic (just look at rtte and his speeches to Astrid). And as we progress into season six, and httyd 2 we see that he is more and more confident in his relationship with her often making the first move. So I deduce that as confident as Hiccup is, Astrid's direct and easy-going-ness in the relationship also encouraged Hiccup subconsciously, giving him the itty bitty nudge to like get him going and take charge ( if hopefully, you get what I mean).
But what if Hiccup's romantic nature and corniness also rubbed off on Astrid a little bit? Like just imagine:
Hiccup sketching diagrams of his new inventions and calculating the scalars and vectors of respective functions with Astrid next to him swiping the whetstone over her axe in his workroom when she stops and gets bored so she ends up watching him since she's too exhausted from the day's training to move, and just finds focused Hiccup with his tongue stuck out slightly as he fiddles with the charcoal trying to get the proportions right on parchment when he feels his eyes on her. He asks her "what's up" to which she replies a cheesy pick up line, only half focused on his question.
Hiccup blushes hard and fumbles stammering and gaping because he's completely caught off-guard before he turns away chuckling and shakes his head internally cringing at her attempt of corniness since its so-not-Astrid replying to her line in a suave way (which of course fails hard) and they both end up laughing going back to what they were doing before just comfortable of each other's presence next to each other not needing physical contact.
P.S imma write this fanfic in my empty AO3 one day... one day
I'm Homestuck trash.
That's it.
The best and most relatable line in this movie
