do more than just watch

Fanon Lotor be like

i am not even sorry just take this


Call out post for Travis Willingham: so supportive???

VICTOR FUCKING NIKIFOROV: This is an engagement ring. We’ll get married once he wins a gold medal.

just a little reminder that the upcoming venus rx can affect more than just romantic relationships. any sort of relationship that you can form (especially if love or a lack of it is involved in some capacity) could easily come under question whether it be a friendship or your relationship with your siblings/family members. Ask yourself just how much that person or connection matters to you and how important it is to hold on to or to let go of. 

Fondly remembers Tf animated and all its designs. -re-watches- 

AH yes just what I remembered

anonymous asked:

aaahh you're making me want to watch black sails. what's it about?

forget what you saw. run. run while you still can.

I’m not the kind of person who’s really very good at forming her own opinions on things. It takes me a while to kind of ponder and crystallize how I feel about most topics, and pretty much everything winds up having elements where it looks different from different angles, so I never have like, A Solid Feeling I Always Feel About This Thing.

(I used to worry about it a lot, when I was a kid. There are still some songs/bands/albums I listen to and remember my deep anxiety: how could I tell if this was Good? Other people seemed to always know– that music’s shit and we’ll laugh at you, this music’s Great but only right now, that music there is Classic and no matter what will always be Good. How do you know which is which.)

Anyway. So, I don’t really have An Opinion Of My Own about Rogue One.

What I do have, after reading many reviews, is an interesting observation to make:

Every person of color I’ve read a review from loved it. I don’t know that my sample is representative, but for so many people, it fulfilled such a deep-seated need inside them that, several reviewers independently said, they hadn’t realized they still had, to see someone who looked like them in this context. And that’s incredibly touching, to me. I know I cried to see a lady pilot among the 70s-moustached dudes! My only tears of the movie. So I get that, I do, and I’m so excited for it.

The critical reviews I’ve read have mostly not been from people of color. And they’ve made excellent points– how terrible is it, for one, that the only way the powers that be could see their way to putting so many men of color into a Star Wars film was to kill them all in the end? The hope, and eventual success, of the Rebellion is literally built on the ashes and bones of women and people of color, who were expressly not included in the glorious success at the end of the original trilogy.

(And also: where are the women of color. Where are the women, period. What the fuck, racists and misogynists were already going to protest your movie; you could have done whatever you wanted at this point, so why was this all you wanted??)

I feel like the critical points are good to make. And I feel like that’s maybe who should be making them. Sure, there are valid points to be argued about structural or thematic weaknesses, sure there are still complaints to be made. But. 

If you got to have representation for the first time in this movie, you should feel free to enjoy it uncritically. 


Probably the most requested suggestion from @scorrigan‘s mighty prompt list was “A ZR character from S1 meeting up with the S5 selves.” These are sort of cheating since I’m only including the S1 babies’ reactions, but hopefully the get the point across :) 

Sam: "Do you think I could…I mean would it be alright…if I could hold her?“

Five: (signing) “Where is Eight?”

Guess who finally watched Over The Garden Wall??!

dis gal (☞゚∀゚)☜

Save Me - Part 2 - Chapter 25

I felt Jared’s hand across the back of my thighs then slowly slide over my rounded cheeks. Making sure his hands against my skin the entire time, he slipped the skirt of my dress up and laid it carefully over my lower back.

“Don’t want to wrinkle you’re beautiful dress.” Jared cooed.

My panties were crotchless but the opening wasn’t going to allow him to easily reach my puckered hole. I swallowed hard as I felt his fingers inside the waistband of my panties. Something began to shift in me though, as he pushed the delicate material over my ass to my knees, a calmness came over me.

Behind my closed eyelids, I was visualizing what he was doing like it was a movie, only it was far more intense than just watching a movie. What I was seeing play out, I was feeling at the same time and my body instantly began to react. All the pent up desire began to bubble back to the surface.

I could hear Jared open a cap to what I assume was lubricant and although I hoped it was the nummy kind, I doubted it. He wouldn’t want to take a chance on that slipping down further and numbing my pussy too.

Jared’s hand was on my ass, gently massaging my cheeks as he pulled them apart. The more he did that, the more it relaxed me. My body felt almost limp and I knew that would definitely be a benefit later.

“Open your legs a little wider baby.” He instructed as he pulled my knee closer to his hip.

I really didn’t have to do anything, he manipulated my legs open the way he wanted them. Slowly but surely, I was slipping deeper into my happy place. Ready and waiting for him to do as he pleases.

“Fingers first, baby.” He said, “Just relax.”

Using his left index finger and thumb to expose my tight hole, I felt just a small drop of cool lube as it fell to my skin.

“Mmm, so gorgeous baby girl.” Jared whispered as his middle finger began to slowly rub my hole, relaxing the tight muscles that surround it.

“Just like that baby, just relax.” He said as I finally felt him gently push just the very tip of his finger into my opening.

With measured pressure, he continued loosening my muscles until he could easily slip his finger in and out. By the time he started working an additional finger into me, I could feel the walls of my pussy begin to ache again. I went from total hesitation and fear of this to wanting him to push me further, it felt so good.

“Ahhhhhh…” I moaned, I couldn’t hold it back.

Gripping the cushion, I started to push up onto his fingers, causing them to slide deeper into my ass. He was right, the more he played there, the more I liked it.

“Are you enjoying yourself, baby?” He asked just as my clit started to throb.

“Mmmm, Yes, Sir….yes I am. My pussy is aching for you, please…” I begged already knowing his answer.

“Not yet baby. Soon.”

I have to say, I was starting to hate that word.

Jared’s voice was thick with lust that he didn’t even bother trying to disguise. Knowing this was getting to him too, feeling his hard cock pressing into my hip, took things even higher for me. Trying to move up just a little in his lap, I hoped to be able to maneuver so that I might be able to rub my clit against his leg. I desperately needed a little relief.

But as I squirmed up a little, he knew exactly what I was trying to do. Unfortunately for me, he was having none of it either.

“Stop. I’ll only warn you once.” He sternly said, not having to explain anything more.

After what happened earlier today, I wasn’t going to even remotely test his patience and took his warning seriously. I stopped dead on my tracks and hoped I didn’t make him upset.

“Yes, Sir.” I moaned as he pulled my body closer to his, his cock pressing harder against my hip. He was almost taunting me.

“I’m going to take my fingers away, stay relaxed.”

Jared’s fingers slowly slipped from my body and I did my best to stay opened and relaxed knowing it would make things much easier. It was a struggle though. All I wanted to do was move.

When I first felt the glass tip of the anal plug, I jumped at how cold it felt against my hot skin. That only made it a all the better though. Without further warning, he gently began to work the tip into my body.

The pressure was intense and completely distracted me from literally everything else I was feeling. I know it had been a few weeks since we did this but it honestly felt like the first time. Jared was gentle though.

“It’s been awhile, I know it’s tight. I promise I’ll go slow. What color are we baby?” Jared asked, knowing that I was struggling to deal.

I knew once it got past those initial rings of muscle, it would be fine, it was just dealing until then. Knowing he wanted this kept propelling me forward because making him happy is what I wanted. I also knew without a shadow of a doubt he wouldn’t push me beyond what I could handle. I was tense but okay.

“Green, Sir….”

“Almost there, baby.” A second later, I felt as it finally popped in, “There you go.”

I let out the breath that I had been holding and relaxed my body. “I’m glad.”

“Let me wipe my hands off and I’ll help you.” He said as he reached for the towel.

Laying there, I began to feel my body tightening around the plug. The burn had faded quickly though and I was happy about that. Now it was just….there.

All I could hope for was there wasn’t a lot of walking or a lot of sitting…. Wait a minute, who am I kidding?!

After he wiped his hands off, Jared used the same washcloth and wiped any excess lube from around the anal plug, which I was grateful for. I wouldn’t want a stain on my beautiful new dress after I sat down.

“All clean.” He said, “Let me help you stand, then I’ll get you dressed again.”

Pushing my upper body off his thighs, my intention was to take his hand but I didn’t. All thoughts of being graceful were out the window as soon as I moved. Instead, I ended up kinda sliding off his lap onto my knees on the floor. Every move I made, I felt the plug and it was getting more uncomfortable with each passing second.

“Baby, are you okay?” Jared asked concerned as my arms were still across his thighs and my head on top of them. “Vivie, answer me.”

“Yes, I’m sorry.” I said, raising my head, “I just needed a minute.”

Jared’s hand started to gently caress my shoulders then down my back trying to soothe me, “Once you start moving around, it’ll become less uncomfortable.”

At this point, I wasn’t so sure but that really didn’t matter. We had dinner to get to and I was excited to see what the rest of his plans for us were.

Still on my knees, Jared stood in front of me, “Co'mer baby girl, let me help you stand.” Jared said as he reached out to pull me to stand, my panties still around my ankles.

Cupping my cheeks in his palm he gazed in my eyes but didn’t say a word. Instead, he pulled my lips to his for a sweet kiss and for just a moment, I forgot about everything.

“Stay still, I’ll take care of it baby.“ He said as he went to his knees to gently bring my panties back up my legs.

As he pushed the delicate fabric up my legs, his nails skimmed my skin from my ankles to my thighs causing goosebumps to break out. Continuing, his hands disappeared under the skirt of my dress as I felt him pull my panties around my waist.

"There we go, baby.”

Jared’s eyes met mine as I bit my lip. Slowly gliding his hands around to my lower back then down my to my ass, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. His hands cupped my cheeks as his fingers grazed over the glass plug still firmly seated. For a brief moment, the uncomfortableness was gone and replaced with burning desire that I was still waiting to be quenched.

Friendly reminder that Owen’s father abandoned him
and his mother before he was even born so that’s why
he adopts all the children. Because he knows what it’s
like to be without a father and just wants to be a good


AR in Broadway Limited

“The very reason this game is so challenging…”