We won! We’re all alive! Thank goodness…!

My Annual rewatch of Labyrinth went fantastic :o)

You’re so right, I need to go back to watching it every week. No, every day! On a Loop! I was being… a fake fan :o( sad honks…

barbie princess and the pauper redesigns for the purposes of self care

Once upon a dream 🥲

Once upon a dream purelily bc i still kind of like it :,)

Pure Vanilla Cookie

Art Dump! (Again)

I sprained my arm awhile back so this took me awhile to finish. I can draw again now, but slowly….

THEM! because they've been living in my head rent free ♡

((AU belongs to @poppy-purpura))

I just love the idea of Percy inheriting his recklessness from Sally Jackson instead of Poseidon like obviously she had become calmer over the years but it would be hilarious if no one believed it like

Or when Percy asks about how they met

ok but what if the other gods also get involved in this like

And then Poseidon decides to confront her so

𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: a new preacher comes to your town, and you’re overwhelmed by him. you try to keep away from father james, but, the more you see him and the more he kisses your hand, the more you realize that staying away won’t be so easy. 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: jamie bower x fem!reader (rpf) 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: rpf (real person fiction), smut MINORS DNI, p in v sex, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, heavy breeding kink (the last line of the song is literally "i'm coming inside" are u kidding me), preacher kink, praise kink, religious themes, age gap (reader is early 20s, jamie is 34), jamie has a huge god complex omg, power imbalance, unhealthy relationship dynamics 𝐀/𝐍: i’ve been working on this on again and off again since the music video came out in august, so take it before it drives me more insane than it already has lol

chapter 1

chapter 2

more to come!

Through The Heart Is The Only Way Masterlist. Poly!Chiffany X FEM! AFAB! Reader.

Chapter One. "Another Average Night."

Chapter Two. "I Didn't Catch Your Names."

Chapter Three. "Getting Closer."

Chapter Four. "It's Normal To Be Nervous."

Chapter Five. "What Are The Odds?"

Chapter Six. "Come Together."

Through The Heart Is The Only Way. Chapter Six. "Come Together."

Oh my God, OH MY GOD YOU GUYS!!! SO! I know, it’s been so fucking long, I wanted to get this out a while ago but then we got the apartment, I got a new job, left my old one, moved to a whole new city and did a lot more, it’s been a nuts month for me. So I am sorry this took as long as it did but this is a great fucking update in my opinion, an important point in the story that deserved the proper attention! So I hope you all enjoy it, that it was worth the wait, and any and all feedback is highly encouraged here! Thank you so much for reading!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 6.5K. Charles Lee Ray X Tiffany Ray Valentine X FEM! AFAB! Reader. She/Her Reader. Warnings: Making Out. Grinding. Thigh Riding. Vaginal Fingering. Cunnlingus. Hand Job. Cum Eating. Pseudo-Threesome. Biting. Dirty Talk. Praise. Denial. Voyurism. Banter. Taunting. Teasing. Begging. Serious Conversation. Emotions. 

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You responded to Chucky’s question quickly and simply with, “What are we still doing here?”

“Good fuckin’ question.” Came his response and both of your hands were taken, one by each of them and you were tugged and pulled along out of the store, the book you were initially considering buying dropped on a shelf on the way. 

Last year for my fall undergrad thesis (2021), I illustrated dust jackets for Suzanne Collins’ Hunger Games series. Each cover was meant to focus on the different arenas portrayed in the books alongside little details for avid readers. When lined up on a shelf, the book spines create on continuous city scene. For my thesis display, the book titles and author’s name were printed in reflective gold to stand out. A very fun project.

Of Flowers & Dragons

Summary: Your daughter wants a sibling and makes it everyone’s problem.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: Fluff. Dad Aemond. “Where do babies come from?” shenanigans.

Word count: 1k

jaimeslanisters' masterlist

the pawn in every lover's game (lannister!reader x aemond targaryen)

parts: one, two, three

ao3 link

For ever by your side/ Aemond Targaryen x reader

Prolog: Alyssa Targaryen - Second of her name

King’s Landing was in a celebratory mood. People celebrated Princess Helaena Targaryen’s first name day. The little princess was barely aware of the celebrations held in her honor. Slept peacefully in the care of her governess. A big tournament drew all the lords, ladies and knights to the capital. While King Viserys, his Lord Hand, and the small council enjoyed the brutal games, Queen Alicent rubbed her plump belly. Her daughter’s first birthday was just celebrated and she was already carrying her third child under her heart. She knew it would be a boy. Felt it in her heart. Another son for the king. Another descendant of Valyria. Silver hair, purple eyes. Alicent had wished that at least one child would not have these traits, but she knew that Valyrian blood was strong and at least her loyalty to the king would never be questioned. She was a loyal wife, a good queen. Just like her father asked of her. And so she once again carried a child of the king. It would only be a few months, if even weeks, until the birth. Not an event she was looking forward to. She remembered too much the pain of her last delivery. Squeezing Helaena out of her body had been excruciating, not nearly as easy as Aegon’s, if childbirth could even be called easy. Alicent flinched when she was kicked in the ribs just as one of the opponents was knocked off his horse. A little fighter was growing inside her, she was sure of that. “Your Grace, I hate to interrupt the celebrations in honor of the Princess, but there is one matter that you must attend to. It cannot be postponed.” Ser Harrold Westerling appeared next to the royal couple and although his voice was low, Alicent understood every word. What troubled her was the deep furrows on the Lord Commander’s forehead. “What’s so important, Ser Harrold, that it can’t wait until after the tournament?” Viserys asked, frowning at his follower. “A woman has appeared in the keep, demanding an talk with you, Your Majesty.” Alicent pricked up her ears at the word woman. She gritted her teeth and looked at her husband. Viserys was loyal to her, she knew that. Although he wasn’t the husband she would have chosen for herself, she couldn’t deny that he was good to her. Loving, decent and kind. He took no other women into his bed. No, he wasn’t in the least like his brother Daemon, who hated his own wife and shared a bed with every whore in Fleabottom. A tight smile appeared on her face. No, thank the gods the king wasn’t like that. “What woman?” Viserys demanded, and Alicent found him glancing sideways at her. Ser Harrold cleared his throat and his cheeks suddenly blushed with embarrassment. “She is a whore, Your Majesty, but she says the matters she has to discuss with you are important.” Alicent struggled to her feet and rubbed her stomach. The little warrior in her had stopped kicking, as if he, too, would hold his breath and want to know what important matter it was that demanded the king’s attention on his daughter’s nameday. “Husband, it seems to me that the matter is urgent, we should deal with it immediately,” Alicent smiled at Viserys. She knew perfectly well that Ser Harrold had only wanted to speak to the king, but something told Alicent that she needed to meet this woman. This whore who considered herself important enough to demand an audience with the king and whom the guards let into the keep instead of publicly flogging her and sending her back to the whore house she came from. “My dear, you don’t have to come. Enjoy the tournament, I can take care of it myself.” “No, a little walk is good for me. Your son is very active today.” To emphasize her words, she rubbed her bulging stomach with a smile. Not long now and she would be holding her third child in her arms. Viserys nodded and offered her his arm. The carriage ride into the keep didn’t take long, but Alicent certainly hadn’t been prepared for what awaited she there. In the great hall stood a woman, beautiful, dark hair, dark eyes, and her skin was sunkissed. She looked too elegant for an ordinary whore, was dressed too finely and her posture too self-confident.

“What’s the meaning of this?” Viserys demanded, helping Alicent down the few steps in the throneroom. “Your Majesties,” the woman said in a musical voice that made Alicent squint. The woman held a basket in her hands and from a distance the young queen saw that something was moving in it. “My name is Mysaria, Your Grace. I -” “You are friend of my brother’s, I remember you.” Viserys eyed the woman, then looked skeptically at the basket in her hands. “Still, I don’t understand what you want here. For your last interactions with my brother, I could have had you killed.” He looked at the Kingsguard and grimaced as if he wanted to lynch them for taking him away from the tournament for a whore who was consorting with his brother. “I know that and I am very grateful to you for showing mercy to me, my king. But the affairs with Prince Daemon at that time do not bring me here today. At least not entirely.” “Then what brings you into the red keep?” Alicent now demanded to know. Her hand rested on the bulge of her stomach. She was glad to have left the children with their wet nurse. Aegon was three years old and far too wild to endure his curiosity and energy for any length of time. “I’m coming at the behest of a friend.” The way she used the word friend let everyone in the room know that said friend was also in the industry as Mysaria. The woman put down the basket and took out the bundle inside. There was a scream and Alicent flinched. A child’s cry echoed through the room and Alicent narrowed his eyes in confusion. “Whose child is this?” demanded Viserys, who seemed to be losing patience. “Your brother’s.” Alicent’s eyes widened and she stared at the crying baby in the whore’s arms. One look was enough to know that this child was of House Targaryen. Silvery white hair, purple eyes. Alicent let out a snort. They were brought here because Daemon got a whore pregnant? Was she serious? Alicent understood an important matter differently. But Viserys stepped forward and stopped just inches from Mysaria. His eyes on the child. “She is beautiful,” said the king in awe. “She is, Your Majesty. But sadly motherless now. Which is why I’m here.” Visery’s eyes darted from the whore to the child in her arms and to Alicent, who was watching the situation suspiciously. “Motherless? What happened?” “Her mother died in childbirth last week, Your Grace. It’s common for women like us to stick together and raise children that result from relationships with our clients, but this is different. She is different” said Mysaria, smiling down at the child as she said her last words. "What do you expect from the king?” Alicent asked unabashedly and stepped closer to the whore and her husband. “That he tracks down Daemon so he can take care of his bastard himself?” Mysaria shook her head. “Your brother is in town, I’ve already spoken to him. He doesn’t want anything to do with the child - his only child, mind I say.” Alicent nodded. She didn’t think much of Daemon, never did. He was wild, moody and selfish. Didn’t understand honor, duty and loyalty. “Daemon is here?” Viserys asked. Sorrow in his voice. “He was.” Alicent said nothing about the fact that her brother-in-law had not even had the decency to appear before the king or at his niece’s second nameday celebrations. Gods, how she despised this man. “And he rejected this enchanting being?” Viserys asked further. A smile appeared on the king’s face and only then did Alicent realize that the child had stopped crying. Instead, it looked at Viserys. Alicent guessed the child would be a few months old, maybe three or four. Her husband grabbed the little creature and stroked his cheek. A chuckle was heard. “What do you intend to do, husband?” Alicent asked, putting a hand on Viserys’ shoulder. She prayed that the king would force his brother to take the child. It would be a fair punishment for this lecher. Alicent would only be sorry for the child. Having Daemon Targaryen as a father was a shame. This man was a disgrace. He had already rejected his child without even meeting it. Viserys looked at Alicent, back at the baby. “Does she have a name?” he asked Mysaria. “Not yet, her mother hadn’t given her one, she fell ill with a fever right after the birth and wasn’t able to take care of the little one.” Viserys nodded his understanding and then stretched out his arms. “May I?”

Without hesitation, she placed the child in the king’s outstretched arms, who held it tightly to his chest. Alicent saw the smile on her husband’s face. He was always in a good mood when it came to children, although Alicent wished he would bring that cheerfulness and warmth to her own children more often. The only person who she ever sah Viserys to bring such an loving expression was Rheanyra. As if she was his only child and Alicents children with him were worth nothing.  “Alyssa,” came the king’s voice. “Her name should be Alyssa and she should live here in the keep with us.” His words were full of warmth, but at the same time there was a determination that made Alicent swallow. Alyssa had been his mother’s name. A woman the king always spoke good things about. Of her beauty, her kindness and her strength. “You want to take the child in?” she asked her husband. He nodded. Alicent was expecting her third child, but she had no intention of raising another - a stranger, mind you. Especially not when it was the offspring of Daemon, who fathered it with a common whore. “Alicent, you may not understand, but it has always been my wish that my children and my brother’s grow up together. As cousins, maybe more as siblings. I wanted our children to be close.” Alicent understood her husband’s wishes only too well. He always wished to be closer to his brother. To have a good relationship with him. But unfortunately that was not the case. Therefore, she could understand the wish that at least their children understood each other. Still, it wasn’t what she wanted. “Unfortunately, by the late Lady Rhea, my brother had no children and I do not care who the mother of this little creature is. She is my niece and is now under my protection. I want her to stay here and grow up alongside my children. She will be an excellent playmate for Princess Helaena, don’t you think, my dear? Perhaps for our next child as well.” Alicent put a hand on her stomach and felt another kick. As if the unborn in her agreed with his father’s words, as if he wanted to keep Daemon’s daughter as a comrade. Alicent nodded, knowing she couldn’t change Viserys’ mind. “Then let her stay.” She stepped closer to her husband and looked at the little girl who was still smiling at her uncle. “Alyssa Waters,” Alicent said, smiling. “No, my dear,” contradicted the king. “Alyssa Targaryen, second of her name.” Alicent’s eyes widened. “Targaryen?” she asked, stunned. This kid was a bastard. She was the daughter of Daemon Targaryen and an unnamed whore! “Yes, Alyssa Targaryen,” Viserys repeated his niece’s name. “As king of the realm, I legitimize her. She’s my brother’s only child and I don’t care about her origins. If she grows up here in the keep, alongside my children, then she’ll be what she is: a Targaryen. And she’s meant to be treated such are. From today, in her cradle, there will be a dragon egg by her side. Syrax laid two eggs. Our child will have one, and she shall have the other.” And with that, the fate of this child changed from one second to the next. The daughter of a whore, insignificant and destitute, had become a princess, entitled to her father’s inheritance, and future dragon rider in the blink of an eye. Alicent just looked at her husband without a word and shook her head almost imperceptibly. What was it about this baby that made her legitimate? Gave her a dragon egg? Was she that engaging? So special? Alicent strongly dared to doubt. But she would discover in time that Viserys wasn’t the only Targaryen men who was immediately charmed by the child. Her unborn child, her second son, would follow his father’s example.

Black Panther - Wakanda Forever

Art by Kyle Petchock || IG

https://archive.org/details/DontBeaS1947

Here’s the whole video. It’s called “Don’t Be A Sucker” and it’s 17 minutes long.

don’t just scroll past this actually watch it, it’s only 2 minutes long. If you re-recorded this today word for word with modern actors and places, it wouldn’t even look out of place as a PSA

300,000 notes and i can’t find a transcript

Transcript: (sorry for the language!)

Speaker: “I see negroes holding jobs that belong to me! And you! I’ll ask you, if we allow this thing to go on, what’s gonna become of us real Americans!”

Hungarian man with clear foreign accent: “I’ve heard this kind of talk before, but I never expected to hear it in America.”

Young man: “This man seems to know what he’s talking about.“

Speaker: “What are us real Americans gonna do about it? You’ll find it right here in this little pamphlet—the truth about negroes and foreigners! The truth about the Catholic Church! You’ll find…” [audio grows quieter as camera shifts to the onlookers]

Hungarian man: “You believe in that kind of talk?“

Young man: “I dunno, it makes pretty good sense to me.“

Speaker: “And I tell you, friends, we’ll never be able to call this country our own until it’s a country without… without what?“

Other man: “Yeah? Without what?“

Speaker: “Without negroes, without alien foreigners,”—the young man is nodding, following along—“without Catholics, without Freemasons! You know these…“

Young man: “What’s wrong with the Masons, I’m a Mason.” Looks to European man worriedly, “hey, that fellow’s talking about me!“

Huungarian man: “And that makes a difference, doesn’t it.“

Speaker: “These are your enemies! These are the people who are trying to take over our country! Now you know them, you know what they stand for. And it’s up to you and me to fight them!” A bunch of the onlookers in the vicinity wave him off like he’s crazy and turn away, “fight them and destroy them before they destroy us!”

Speaker: “Thank you.“

One man in the now somewhat awkward crowd: “claps“

Young man: *is visibly uncomfortable*

Hungarian man: “Before he said Mason, you were ready to agree with him.”

Young man: “Well yes but, he was talking about… what about those other people?“ *the pair sit down on a park bench*

Hungarian man: “In this country, we have no ‘other people.’ We are American people, of course.“

Young man: “What about you? You aren’t American, are you?“

Hungarian man: “I was born in Hungary. But now, I am an American citizen. And I have seen what this kind of talk can do. I saw it in Berlin.”

Young man: “What were you doing there?“

Hungarian man: “I was a professor at the university. I heard the same words we have heard today. But I was a fool, then. I thought Nazis were crazy people, stupid fanatics. But unfortunately it was not so. You see, they knew that they were not strong enough to conquer a unified country, so they split Germany into small groups. They used prejudice as a practical weapon to cripple the nation.”

A film created for folks in case Martin Niemöller was too subtle.

I’m already missing HHN

There’s one white girl who WOULD survive a horror movie-