he is so deep

The dad and I spent fifteen minutes reading about the use of baking soda because he didn’t believe me when I said that it was the only thing that could have fucked up the cookies last week (shout out to @vidapuppen for helping me figure that one out). He is still unconvinced that it was expired and ruined the entire batch, but there is no other explanation other than if the gods collectively looked at my cookie dough, were displeased with it, and proceeded to curse it to never produce good cookies.

Confession: I’ve been thinking of which is my favorite companion in dai i have my answer. I first thought it was cassandra but then i started to like dorian. But blackwall is my favourite. I don’t know why but i think it’s because of his story and the way he just is. Before the revelation, he hides everything and he suffers so much in secret. After the revelaton he showes a deep regret on his actions and a deep self-hatred. And when you see the banters he haves with the rest of the companions, you can see all that regret. They say the most cruel stuff to him. Even if everything they say is true it’s still cruel. And he doesn’t try to defend himself or argue with them. He accepts everything they say, he carryies all that pain with him and only asks is for forgiveness, even if they don’t give it to him, he still accepts it and carries with that self-hatred. Sometimes i wish i could enter the game just to give him a hug in an attempt to help him recover a bit.

anonymous asked:

Hc Darry cuddling you when you're vv tired but can't sleep

  • You’re tossing and turning and it wakes him up
  • He tries to go back to sleep, but about 5 minutes later you move again
  • He turns to look at you and sees that you’re awake, but you look so uncomfortable
  • “What’s going on?” He asks in his deep morning voice, even though it’s only 1AM
  • “I can’t sleep”
  • He immediately pulls you into his chest and wraps you in his arms
  • His chest is very warm and he kisses your forehead.
  • “Just take a couple breaths and lay with me”
  • He lets you bury your face into his neck, and he puts a hand into your hair, gripping it a little bit
  • He hums and his chest rumbles against you
  • Holding onto him makes it easier to feel safe, and easier to drift off
  • Even in your dreams, he’s holding you close.

anonymous asked:

"Wanna cum princess? Wanna cum on my cock? Beg for it. Scream my name!! Say my name!" Lucfier growled as he pounded into your dripping core over and over again. His big thick cock stretching your inner walls, every roll of his hips pushing himself deeper and deeper into your aching core. You were gonna cum! You could feel it! "Oh Lucfier! I'm gonna cum!" You shock, he's going so deep and hard... "Good! Cum! Cum in my cock! Look at me and cum! Only I can can you feel this good! SCREAM MY NAME!!"

Could you just imagine screaming “Oh god” by accident in front of Lucifer? Like damn!

Send me anons and turn me on!

[WIP] Meet Vexx, the next evil alien overlord to touchdown in this Realm. Evil, dapper, sarcastic, flirtatious, and power hungry……..he will slit your throat while whispering sweet nothing’s in your ear with his deep, silky voice. Also, he’s toxic…….so fair warning about the enlarged claw on his hand, it can melt through nearly anything if he wishes with the corrosive toxins that seep from within it. He is also highly vain about his fashion and looks, so if he has one weakness, it’s talking about himself and his “evil” accomplishments.

#5: Dreams and Forebodings

Very early the next morning, the morning after all the revelation, Jon headed down the snow laden path to godswood. It was still dark and shadowy, the air chill and crisp in Jon’s lungs. The sun still lurked behind heavy, dreary clouds, flashing the downworld with a ghastly pale illumination. Jon had slept fretfully during the nightly hours. When he could not toss and turn anymore, he got up, pulled on his breeches, tunic and his fur cloak, and headed out. He absent-mindedly picked up Longclaw; he was a creature of habit and caution these days.

His feet ended up dragging him to the godswood. In fact, he was so deep in thought that Bran took him completely by surprise as he was making his way towards the pool.

“Jon! Good morning. Did you sleep well?” Bran was sitting under the heart tree, over a fur lined rug. Meera was perched right beside him, and her dark eyes assessing Jon’s movements.

Jon nearly jumped out of his skin and cursed inwardly for being so easily caught unawares. He huffed a breath, which came out a swirling mist. It was freezing, Jon noticed though hardly felt it. “Bran. What are you doing here?”

“Remember, I told you, the heart trees are my source of power. If I were a warlock, then the heart trees would be my wand,” Bran said happily, his eyes sparkling. He seemed to be chipper this morning. “I asked Meera to accompany me here, I wanted to think awhile during the night, and the heart tree makes my head clearer.”

“Meera, maybe you should catch some sleep, or get some hot breakfast from the kitchen I’ll keep Bran company,” Jon said kindly, his words full of reassurance. There were dark circles under the poor girl’s eyes, her face pale and clammy from the whipping northern wind. Surprisingly, she stood up and went back toward the castle without a word. Either she was really tired, or they were expecting Jon and Meera had removed herself so Bran may talk freely with Jon. He could not determine which Stark’s transformation scared him more, Bran or Sansa. It was staggering how they were no longer the sweet natured children whom Catelyn Stark used to chase about the castle. They had become aloof, cold, and calculating in a way Jon was deeply uncomfortable with. “What has the world done to these poor souls?” he often wondered.

“Have you decided, Jon?” Bran broke him out of his reverie. Jon kneeled down to tuck himself beside the red-headed boy. Bran reminded him of Robb, they may have looked alike with pale, freckled skin and a mop of Tully copper hair. He could not stop himself from leaning in and messing it up.

Bran laughed, the sound music to Jon’s ears. It reverberated through the noiseless wood like tolling bells, reminding Jon of happier days. Summer days.

“Yes, brother. It was always going to be the truth. It will always be the truth. And I am not doing this for honour or any of that pretentious southron horseshit, but because I believe the least I can do for the men who have pledged their life to me is give them the truth. Of me.” Jon looked straight ahead, his gaze faraway.

Bran chuckled, “Of course. And I am with you on this. Mainly because I have already seen it happen. Sort of…”

Jon’s had snapped back, and his grey eyes were on Bran’s blue ones, grasping and reaching for some understanding of his new abilities. He sighed and gave up.

“Then why ask me at all?” Jon had not meant to sound so resentful, but the exhaustion and anxiety of the past month had finally caught up with him. His guards were slipping.

“Because it keeps me human,” Bran whispered softer than a snowflake embracing the earth.

Whatever retort Jon had had prepared, he bit it back. He swallowed hard, and pressed his fingertips to his temple, “I am sorry. I have not been sleeping so great, lately,” Jon tried to smile sardonically, but it rather came off as a grimace.

“Are you having bad dreams? Is that what keeps you up at night?” Bran asked simply.

Jon’s eyes widened into two big o’s. He exclaimed, “Now you will tell me you even know what I dream of?!” Bran’s hands went up in defense, “No. NO. I just guessed, judging by your tired shoulders and the dark circles.”

“Oh.” Jon exhaled in relief. “Yes, and no. To answer you question. My dreams are so vivid, it almost feels as if they were real. They are not all bad, they are just…different. Impossible things, forbidden things.” Jon could feel his cheek burning, he could not believe he was finally talking about the dreams that have haunted him since he came back to life to someone other than himself.

“But they are more than dreams, I think. They have started to come true. And that is what wears me out, little brother. Do you happen to know something about why this might be occurring?” Jon glanced at Bran hopefully.

“This started happening when Melissandre brought you back from the dead, through the grace of the lord of light, didn’t it?” Bran looked at him, his expression one of deliberation. Jon nodded. “Then perhaps the lord of light is giving you glimpses of the future. You saw that in your dreams, that you are the son of Prince Rhaegar and Aunt Lyanna…that’s the reason you took it as well as you did.” Bran’s eyes were scrunched as he put two and two together.

Jon found himself murmuring, “I did see it, though you were not the one who told me, it was a … a beautiful man with white hair and dragon’s wings. And then last night I saw that I was on a throne, and my eyes were searching for the woman I most loved in the whole world from the crowd. Then I looked beside me, and a silver haired girl with purple eyes sat there on the queen’s throne. But she was not the one who I was looking for.”

“It makes no sense, brother.” Bran said with furrowed brows.

“It never does, until it happens. I saw Rickon, he was clad in white armor and sunlight reflecting off his auburn hair created a halo on his head. He smiled and told me it was time to let him go. He told me not to bring him back. And then it all came true.” Jon could hear his voice catch.

Bran’s eyes shone with a terrible sadness, threatening to spill. Jon could not bear that look, and lowered his eyes. Looking up through his dark eyelashes, he resumed-

“Anyway. I also saw myself being engulfed in fire, my sword was on fire too. And then I saw… I saw Sansa with child. My child. I hated myself for it. It was wrong, so wrong because I am her brother. May the gods have mercy on me.”

“You are not our brother, in the literal sense. You are our cousin.” Bran said quietly. Jon could feel the blush creeping up again, beyond embarrassed that he was talking about this to Bran, of all people.

“Well, I didn’t know that back then, did I? It’s still wrong. I was brought up as your brother. And I swear, I never thought of Sansa in that way. But I dreamed of her in my arms, and she whispered that she was in love with me and I said it back. The very night Sansa came to the wall with Brienne, I dreamed this. And I thought I ought to be put in the deepest pit in hell, but now I know. It isn’t that impossible anymore, if not wholly wretched, because I am her cousin. It is going to come true. Is it not?” Jon looked at Bran surreptitiously, checking for any sign of disgust or reproach. He did not find any.

They sat in silence for who knows how long. They saw the sun come up from behind the cloud, painting everything in a red haze. Finally, Bran spoke-

“I do not know the right words, Jon. The world has changed so much for us. All the myths, all of Old Nan’s stories are starting to ring true. I can tell you this much though, you play an important role in the coming long night. Anyone with half a brain can tell you that. Being able to see the future is a heavy burden. But it does not always come true, you know. The time is not a thread, there is no one future. Endless possibilities, various outcomes of the same decision; I should know, because I have seen them all. So, you always have a choice in the matter of your own fate; never, not for a moment, let your visions take that away from you. Make you think you have no say in what happens to you. We shape our own destinies. Not gods or lords of light. We are Starks.”

Jon could not find words to reply, so he just kept silent, nodding his head. They went back to their silent musing, only broken by Jon’s steward when he came to inform them that breakfast had been served and the Lady of Winterfell awaited their arrival.

Jon scooped up Bran in his arms and made for the great hall.

I’ve read lots of people write about how Yuuri is such a wonderful gay icon but what about Victor?! I MEAN

Come on

The guy has a pink ferrari for God’s sake 


He has been the pro of what he does since he was a teen 

he takes cute pictures with him and his beloved dog for the press

his whole country loves him

he is not only comfortable but happy to play both a female and male part

He can get away with those lines

this one speaks for itself

he has insecurities about his hair


He is more beautiful than a disney princess

and he is a genuinely kind person 


he gets to spend the rest of his life

with the cute boy he fell in love with 

and live happily ever after

really, Vitya is an inspiration to us all


Here’s my @iwaoiexchange gift for @monichi0!! I’m so sorry I’m so incredibly late!! !!

I really like the prompts you gave!! The ones that stuck with me was the friends to lovers prompt and office men au, so I decided to combine the two! I hope you like it, I’m sorry again for posting so late (´•ω•̥`)

(Also short disclaimer: this isn’t supposed to be iwaoi bonding over ~hating~ Ushijima more like bonding over how they’re competitive?? I rly hope it comes across alright..! )

7 times Victor Nikiforov was extremely gay for his fiance and it showed on his face

7. The “my boyfriend just made puppy eyes at me so I decided to give him my soul, my body, and the whole world” look.

6. The “this boy is so cute and perfect I want to squeeze his cute little body and kiss his face but since I can’t kiss his face I’m going to settle with squeezing his perfect body everytime I get while I scream internally” look.


4. The “I’m at the point of no return nobody save me i’ll die happily in the arms of this wonderful boy” look. 

3. This one needs a gif. The “somebody hold me right now this boy is too cute for this world too beautiful omg what’s happening what is this feeling inside of me ***It Must Be Love playing in the background***” look. 

2. The “I saw him already this morning we woke up in the same bed and everything but oh my god Yuuri there you are why did you took so long nevermind I’m so glad you are here I’m so happy to see you again run to my arms my beautiful fiance” look. 

1. The “literally dying from proud I am, how much I love this wonderful, perfect boy, how happy I am to see him triumph and how unbelievably lucky I am to be engaged to him” look. 


it’s ok Mark, you can get emotional, it’s your last high-school year after all

when u gotta text someone but also gotta keep the hacker aesthetic 

Keith: *Ties a necktie into a bow and stuffs a dishtowel down his shorts*

Keith:  “I’m a princess now”

The AU this fandom needs but does not deserve in which Keith grows up loved and happy with his big Galra mama.


Headcannon that Dad Kogane buys Keith’s mom sassy clothes with stuff like “I wear the pants” completely unironically.  She doesn’t get it.


Mornings in St. Petersburg 
or alternatively titled: Viktor Nikiforov’s Instagram is A Katsuki Yuuri Appreciation Account