One thing I will never be over is Oliver’s left hand when he
wraps it around Felicity’s back right before he picks her up.
… his fingers graze her hair, a soft, cool contrast to
her heated skin. She pants his name their breath mingling, making the air hot. She
arches into him, pressing her lips to his temple and forehead, dropping tiny, loving kisses
along his hairline. She wraps her arms around his head, cradling him, pulling
him closer. He wants to touch her everywhere and anywhere at the same time. He
drags his hands her spine, reveling in how her gentle muscles react to his
touch. He kisses her chest, tasting her, eliciting the most beautiful
breathless whimpers from her. His tongue traces her collarbone before he dips
his head, his stubbled chin slipping over the top of her breasts. He wants to
lean her back and wrap his lips around one of her nipples, but at the same time
he wants to keep her close, wants to feel every inch of her pressed against him
as tightly as possible.
She’s life and light and sunshine and happiness and purity
and it’s more addicting than he could have ever dreamed.
Her hips rock against him, her heated core grinding against his
hardness, the seams of their pants pressed tightly together. Hot needy desire
rockets through him and he moans her name in such a way that it makes her
shiver, sending goosebumps erupting across her back. His skin burns for her,
his body yearns towards hers…
One hand slips down over her hip, sliding over her
delectable ass that he’s been dreaming about for years now as he wraps his other
arm around her back. She surrounds him, taking over everything, drowning him in her
love and for that one single second, he lets go, he gives her all that he is,
letting her in so completely that he doesn’t know where she starts and he ends.
He needs to be closer, needs to feel as much of as her as he can, needs to cherish as much of this - of her - as possible because some tiny part of him knows that this moment - this precious, perfect moment where everything he never though he’d get, everything he never believed he deserved - won’t last forever…
The moment that really, really slayed me here was when his fingers slide under her arm,
over the sensitive skin there, brushing against the inside of her left arm. It’s
so intimate, startlingly so. They’re both naked, in so many more ways than the physical sense,
and every single time I see his fingers slipping under there right before he
picks her up, right before he digs his fingers in to hold her closer, it strikes me again how incredibly tender this moment is.
This scene is so magical, so intense, so intimate and gorgeous and beautiful and loving and it still kills me dead.
I had a dream last night that I was playing this post-apocalyptic game where all of the people except you and your crew were turned into horrifying monsters
The way the game worked was it would open to you and your Cool Group of Angsty Survivors and their base is taken over by the monsters. So the whole point of the game is to survive long enough to get to another safe place.
You have four people in a team and you all just. Line up side to side and go in a straight line. You have one gun that does a set amount of damage (other weapons are available instead of a gun and some are pink and sparkly)
The monsters come at you in a straight line and basically, you have to fight them off, walking backwards to make sure you have enough time to beat them
So basically the object of the game would be to figure out how to fight each monster specifically so you go forward more than you go back and make it to a checkpoint
And you’d have this journal you make of every monster you see, with all the info on how to beat them, whether you were the one who fought the monster, or one of the other three players with you
You can play solo, but if three of the four people in your group dies but the fourth one makes it, all four of you can still progress, so single player mode is super hard. Computer players are available but they kinda suck
And as you go along you discover all of the other people have become these monsters, and certain monsters target certain people so there’s only so many monsters you can see on your own
Some monsters may specifically like to target girls over boys. Some may target people under the age of 20. Some may just want to only fight people who have a sparkly pink sword. The more odd the thing is that attracts the monsters, the harder it is to find them
So as you go through the game you have two objectives, get to a safe spot and end the game, or the optional one to keep heading out every day to find new monsters
“Garnet I know you’re still on your high from that fight with Jasper but can you stop one-upping me about the stupidest shit?”
See, before I got mad when the gems wanted to ground him for something he wasn’t responsible for, but this is not one of those times. Yes, Steven was way too stressed and the cool kids pressured him to do it, but from a parent’s perspective this isn’t bad like the last time it happened.
On the other hand they are completely right. Steven’s been going thorugh some rough shit and the gems didn’t even pick up on it. He deserves some leisure here and there.
“Just let him be a DJ!”
OH MY FUCKING GOD SOUR CREAM.
Pearl’s “wha…?” is something I want to see always.
does anyone ever consider the impact ozai’s death would have on zuko, and not aang? i’ve read countless metas on the ‘aang killing ozai’ debacle, but what about zuko? less than several months before sozin’s comet, he was desperate to be back in his father’s good graces; zuko truly thought that ozai could restore his honour. he wholeheartedly believed that ozai’s treatment of him was just, fair, and conjucive to creating an ‘honourable’ person.
we know that zuko’s opinion of his father takes a 180, but ozai will always be zuko’s father. why do we expect him to completely bury the inevitable bond he has with his own blood, while we sympathise with the Avatar, who refuses to carry out his duty by defeating this warmongering stranger?
zuko’s opinion on the whole ‘let’s-kill-my-dad’ debate is likely far more layered than we see, but he is selfless enough to understand that the killing of his father will restore peace and balance in the world. still, i rarely see people sympathising with zuko’s lot regarding his father’s hypoethetical death
When fanfiction dare historically and factually inaccurate… ie. let’s set it in the 18th century (1700s) have pirates and royals and treasure; oh hi your main characters are gay and everyone’s cool with it… in the 18th century…. okay.
Now before I get killed I just want to say I am actually bisexual and support all LGBTQA+ 🏳️🌈 rites so don’t kill me. However misrepresentation an historical inaccuracy drives me crazy! It takes less than 10 minuets to google this shit so get it right!!!!!!
Part of my issue with it all is just how easy it is for Velka and her servants to manipulate a populace; when you define what is 'sinful' and 'wrong', and all but have the power to unleash the blades on anyone who disagrees/doesn't pay for their 'sins', you have a capacity for unbelievable amounts of manipulation and power at your disposal. The blades don't have to work with the pardoners; they just have to hear that someone hasn't paid for their sins before they hunt them down, innocent or no.
well dark souls has certainly never made any pretense about the gods being your friends :v
however we know the gods can be killed and I’m sure they know that too, so running a brutal police state when you want people to worship you wouldn’t be in their favor.
Gwyndolin in particular is a great manipulator, and having your Blades hunt down and punish those who harm or kill others unjustly makes you seem like a pretty cool person who’s totally looking out for the people. why would you wanna challenge a cool god like that? :( but really she just wants to stay in power and have people not make a mess of her kingdom.
So Velka and Gwyndolin work together to maintain a nice, orderly world where people can live as they wish, as long as they don’t step out of line.
So this is another expansion of the basic mission of this bloggy-thingy. This is, clearly, Bikini Kill playing live during the fall of 1992 at a radio station in Cincinnati, OH. I was on tour with, not in, a band from Dallas and we were a week late in arriving at Cincinnati and ended up playing a show with Bikini Kill. It was a fortuitous foul-up. Bikini Kill were very nice, cool people and really down to Earth. I had not heard them before we meet them but had read a lot about them. While simplistic, their music was passionate, moving, and effective for communicating their message. We ended up being one day ahead of them in the bay area a few weeks later. I went to their show at Gilman St.and they were really cool again. After their set they chit chatted with me and gave me a copy of the new 12″ despite the people thronging them. I will post some pictures of the Gilman show later.
Nerd facts: These pictures are from a set I took and was subsequently used in the documentary about Kathleen Hannah that came out a few years back entitled, The Punk Singer. Also at the Cincinnati show was a lady roadieing for Bikini Kill whose legs had an L7 tattoo made famous in the Pretend We’re Dead video.
When shit hits the fan and it’s only the 3rd episode!!! Like this was finale material…and it’s not even mid-season yet!
LIST OF FEELS:
The curse on the castle leaves Penny as the only sane one who is able to break it. As much as Penny hates being part of the group and wanting to do his own thang, he sure has a weird way of showing it :^)
Julia takes her one and only shot at killing Reynard by dangling Marina as the bait. It’s hard to sympathize with Marina, but I gotta give it to her for keeping her cool while face-to-face with Reynard in her apartment. How good was that poker face as he murdered her cat in front of her?
Before Jules can kill Reynard, she gets teleported to Fillory with Martin. And then she gets blamed for Alice missing her shot at killing Martin. My girl Jules can never catch a break! So now with Martin and Marina out of the picture, she’s alone again. I just wish Quentin would at least help her out…
I think now that Jules is faced with desperate times, she will probably give up her humanity to get powerful. Think Martin 2.0 As much as the story seems to set up Quentin as the hero, I believe Julia will be the true force to be reckoned with.
OKAY so the huge, huge twist was that Alice “niffened” herself to kill Martin, essentially saving everyone and probably Fillory and Earth too. Girl turns into monster, boy in love kills her. And to think she was just thinking about having a sundae and reconciling with Quentin. I LIKED ALICE :(
Ember sucks as a god. Like, he seems pretty useless. To top it off, he just took a major shit (”godly floater”) in the spring. Idk if that was supposed to stop Martin from healing or because he gives no fucks. I mean, the man walks around with one tit hanging. No fucks, guys.
On a good note, my fav duo reunited. Fabulous and ratchet as usual – in the midst of impending doom.