The violin scene at the end of The Final Problem is truly one of the most impactful moments (if not the most) in all of BBC Sherlock. I honestly am still speechless that Moftiss wrote something so profound. Eurus was beyond communication with the outside world after the events of this episode, back to the untouchable genius in her glass cage. But Sherlock. Sherlock, this incredible and kind man, who had lost so much to this woman, understood her and still reached out to help. He wasn’t encouraging her to play her own song, he was initiating a duet–so she wasn’t alone, even in her music. It was a conversation, it was understanding, it was connection. This man went beyond words, where others had failed and stopped trying, and showed her that she wasn’t alone. Sherlock has become- or perhaps he always was- one of the best men I’ve ever seen.
So in regards to the dragon have lips post how would Sahrotaar speak? I love your art ❤❤
(post in question) OUHH MY GOD i have thought about this and I love serpentine dragons most of all but MAN they have gotta work on their dental
Sahrotaar speaks by simply moving his jaw; there’s no skin movement at all in the model. This is likely an oversight on whoever remodeled the dragon face (on the same vein as Gatorclaws dropping fully-clawed recoloured deathclaw hands), but I’ll make do with what I’ve got.
They’re actually not that difficult once you look at their model! Their upper jaw actually tilts down, while their lower jaw is underslung and tilts up. This means the lower lip connects easily with the jaw, and there’s a lot of excess skin up around the eye, which seems to be hitched up all the time. This is probably resting position, but they can move it down when speaking (albeit with a little bit of difficulty).
Their skin is likely a lot tougher than regular dragons due to having lighter scales, so speaking might be a problem due to restricted lip mobility.
Of course serpentine dragons are also designed around eels, which have pharyngeal jaws in their throat, so I couldn’t resist
A/N: I strayed away from the request a bit just to follow a story line that I didn’t really plan, tbh (it just happened, I’m srry). I also switched up my style majorly for this just as an exercise, it’s in 3rd person and all but lemme know what you think and whether this is better, worse, or somewhere in between.
you write about Jughead getting a call that the reader just got shitfaced at a
party so he has to come get her and take care of her
Warning: Graphic hybrid smut. Please don’t read this if you’re not into it because I don’t want to scar you.
Summary: Dogboy Tae gets extremely possessive when “that time of the month” rolls around and find’s it hard to control his natural instincts and his dominating nature during the monthly occurrence.
Note: Ah, okay, so this is my first time ever writing about Hybrids and stuff like that, so please bear with me. The idea came to mind while I was surfing the interwebz, so I just thought I’d write it up. What a thing to be my first post lol, but oh well.. Idgaf. I’m pretty much uneducated on “Dogboys” but I’m giving it my best shot.. HUZZAH!!~
You were driving him insane. The intoxicating scent of you calling out to him, begging for him to mount you and claim you as his own before any other male could get to you. It was hard to fight his natural instincts, but he knew better than to force you into anything and you had told him you didn’t feel well, stating you had ‘cramps’ or something along those lines. But your body was crying out for him to dominate you, your body needed him, he could sense it, and it was taking every ounce of his willpower to refrain from mounting you whenever he was in your presence. And that was quite a lot.
It was already hard enough not to mount you, so he really couldn’t help his need to follow you around everywhere, his possessive nature having to make sure no other male could get near you, his precious bitch. Just the thought of it made the hair on the back of his neck raise, his hands clench into fists and a snarl appear on his lips, slightly revealing his canines hid beneath.
He was in no mood to be tested today in particular. He could sense you were at your peak of ovulation, which was when it was most hard for him to suppress his feral desires. It was so strange to him how humans were so unaware to what their bodies needed. Couldn’t you sense even a little bit how badly your body was yearning for him? He could only shake his head, perplexed by your utter oblivion.
Preference "How they act whenever they are excessively horny" (NSFW)
(Heyyyy, i’m back :D YAY FOR OUR FAVES NOT BEING ABLE TO HANDLE IT XD hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gifs not mine/Found them on google/credits to the original owner.)
Negan-Whenever he gets excessively horny, he’d only make inappropriate comments about his dick and how he needs some relief and just go on and on, until you’d lock eyes. He’d end up taking the opportunity to march his way towards you and continue on, only to end up whispering and bend you over to make you feel him as he slowly grinds up against you.
Daryl-Whenever he gets excessively horny, he’d just show it through his frustration over everything, until he can’t handle it and suddenly gets quiet. He’d make his way towards you and not care for what you’re doing, only to grab you out of nowhere and throw you over his shoulder and slap your ass, to make you understand of his need.
Rick-Whenever he gets excessively horny, he’d seem as if he was extremely angry, only to end up having you stay away from everyone. He’d tell anyone off and would just keep you to himself. Finally, he’d push you up against the nearest surface and desperately kiss your lips and neck, and lower himself to your body just to start giving you oral, making you realize of his need for you.
Merle-Whenever he gets excessively horny, he’d have a hard time keeping his hand off of you and really make you unable to do anything else but to pay attention to his problem. It would’t matter to him where you were, he’d grip your waist, kiss your neck and end up with his hand in your pants, as he whispers about much he wants you and all the things he’ll be doing to you.
Glenn-Whenever he gets excessively horny, he’d be rather positive and blunt about it and not care for a second if anyone hears him. He’d try his best to control it but looking at you so much, he’d walk up to you and then ask you if you have any condoms on you, and if not then that it’s fine as he has some in his pockets, only to end up telling you to join him in the nearest room.
The Governor-Whenever he gets excessively horny, he’d just have a need to touch and feel you. He’d surprise you with touches to your shoulders and down your arms as he stands behind you, before starting to bury himself into the crook of your neck. He’d end up griping your waist to him quickly and reach to make you want him just as much.
Abraham-Whenever he gets excessively horny, he’d have the need to show his “Daddy” side of him that you both agreed on and simply catch you to punish you. He’d notice a little mistake in whatever you were doing and just pull you towards him, making you lay on his lap as he gropes your ass tightly and begins to grind up against you.
Eugene-Whenever he gets excessively horny, he’d curl his fists tightly, trying to control himself and eventually get your attention to his problem. Whenever you wouldn’t, he’d take a few deep breaths, only to look you straight in the eyes to tell you to shut up and that you both just need to “fuck” each other like, “Wild Animals”.
Jesus-Whenever he gets excessively horny, he’d tie his hair up aggressively and ask you to go somewhere with him. He wouldn’t care if it would confuse you but he’d just need your attention and surprise you that way. As you’d catch on, you wouldn’t even have time to say anything as he’d already have his hands and lips all over you.
Dwight-Whenever he gets excessively horny, he’d think about you and everything that he has done to you, making him unable to function until he has you. He’d make his way to go find you and hugging you from behind, he’d start to grind up against subtly, only for it to turn into some heavy dry humping to the point where you are at least half naked.
so i’ve had these jasper asks in my inbox for a while… and it’s about time i address them. i’ll be combining these asks, focusing especially on that last one and the idea of “deserving” redemption, + some of my own general thoughts to talk about the su narrative, jasper, her relationship with peridot, trauma, steven, and where we go from here.
it’s time for another long post about jasper under the cut.
My revenge on Loony Lucy, contender for World's Worst Roommate.
Bring your popcorn, because this is a long one.
Loony Lucy is a slovenly, food-stealing, clothing-destroying waste of carbon. I dealt with it by keeping my space clean and ignoring her areas, storing my food at work or my boyfriend’s place, and installing a lock on my bedroom door so she couldn’t “borrow” outfits that “looked like she could fit into” when she had 30 pounds on me.
All that made Loony Lucy a bad roommate, but I had my work-arounds and she had the one saving grace of being Quiet At Night. So I put up with it.
I put up with it, that is, until she broke our Cardinal Roommate Rule: no one gets a key to the apartment without both roommates agreeing. The rule was sacred; I couldn’t even give a key to my boyfriend of more than a year.
Summary: You aren’t a very expressive person, so I don’t expect you to be a fan of PDA, but you literally won’t stop snuggling me no matter where we are. I kind of love it.
Pairing: Jughead Jones x Reader
Word Count: 620
Warnings: None that I can think of. A couple of swears. Jughead seems a bit OOC.
Y/N= your name
L/N= your last name
Y/H/C= your hair colour
Y/C/E= your colour eyes
The pitch black living room was filled with the dim lights of movie credits whilst Y/N stroked Jughead’s curly black hair as he laid in her lap.
His soft snores filled the otherwise quiet room, the movie being muted as soon as he had fallen asleep.
The remaining occupants of the room watched in awe as the couple continue to snuggle closer to each other’s body heat. A quiet yawn accompanies Jughead’s rapidly blinking eyes as wakes up.
He opens his eyes to gaze into Y/N’s and they slowly start to kiss, wolf whistles fill the air as the two break apart and turn bashfully away from each other. Jughead moves his head from the Y/H/C girls lap and moves to sit next to her.
The teenage boy puts his arm around her and pulls her closer to his body. The pair remain blissfully unaware of the other people in the room as they tiredly cuddle on the sofa.
Y/N shivers and moves closer to Jughead as a cold wind fills the room and they huddle closer and share body warmth, she pulls the blanket closer to them and Jughead pulls it up so high that his face is only visible. The couple remain so engrossed in each other that they don’t notice the movie end and that everyone else has fallen asleep.
Jughead and Y/N eventfully fall asleep in each other’s embrace and spoon for the rest of the night.
The harsh fluorescent lights of Pops diner kept Jughead from falling asleep completely as he against his girlfriends shoulder. The girl in question was hurriedly writing away in her notebook whilst Archie, Veronica and Betty sat across from the pair.
Betty’s eyes remained on the couple as Y/N placed her arm around Jughead’s shoulders and pulled him closer all whilst still writing. The blonde haired girl nudged Veronica and motioned for her to watch the pair. Archie, however was oblivious to what was happening around him and stayed utterly engrossed in his cheeseburger and fries.
Y/N’s writing slowed as her boyfriend let out a long yawn and closed his eyes. She eventually shut her notebook closed and leant her head against the diners window, she sat gazing at Jughead and marvelling at his beauty. She looked away from him to find her two female companions staring intently at her and gushing over her boyfriend'a excessive PDA.
“Y/N, is Jughead alright? He seems different lately,” Veronica inquired as she stole one of Archie’s fries, the redhead still unaware of what was happening around him.
“Yeah he’s fine just a lot more affectionate than usual I guess.”
Y/N looked down at her boyfriend who was now letting out soft snores before clicking her fingers in front of Archie’s face to get his attention.
“Mind giving Jug and I a lift home?” She asked.
Archie hesitated before agreeing and and scoffed down the rest of his meal before helping Y/N carry Jughead to his pickup truck.
The sharp green grass blades tickled Y/N’s legs as she lay on Riverdale Highs oval with her boyfriend Jughead.
Her boyfriend lay next to her, his maths textbook sat long forgotten next to her chemistry one as the pair listened to the soft music that was emitting from Jughead’s laptop.
Y/N turned to her boyfriend and sat up.
“Jug I’ve been meaning to ask why you’ve been so affectionate lately.”
Jughead sat up and twiddled his thumbs together before answering.
“ I guess it’s because I love you.”
His girlfriends face instantly became filled with a smile and she grabbed his face to pull him into a kiss.
Y/N pulled away and brushed Jughead’s black locks as she whispered those three magic words back to him.
CEC but only for minor details. I blame @cerusee for inadvertently inspiring this with a comment.
Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne
Rated T for Jason’s mouth
Bruce’s head hit his pillow and three seconds later he was almost completely asleep.
One second after that, the door to his bedroom was flung open and the dim light from the hallway flooded the room, seeming overbright when he snapped awake. He relaxed, just incrementally, when Jason stomped into the room and flung all six feet and two hundred-forty pounds of himself across the foot of the bed.
“I fucking hate everything,” Jason snapped, tugging a corner of the blanket over his head.
“Jay, it’s….” Bruce said wearily, sitting halfway up and glancing at the faint clock readout. “…four in the morning. What are you doing.”
“I hate you, too,” Jason said, though his heart didn’t seem to be in it. “Everything and everyone.”
Bruce was too tired and too seasoned, by now, to dramatics to let the words bite too deeply without more of an explanation. Even still, they stung a bit.
“Even Alfred?” he asked, aiming for distraction.
There was a long pause and from beneath the corner of the blanket, a muffled, “…no.”
“Well, go climb in his bed, then,” Bruce grumbled. “Let me sleep or tell me what’s wrong.”
“I don’t hate you,” Jason muttered a few seconds later. “I dozed off and spilled coffee on the book I was reading.”
“This seems like an excessive reaction,” Bruce said, falling back against the pillows. The thick blanket on top of him was edging away in jerks and he grabbed for it once but it was yanked out of his hand. He lifted his head enough to see Jason rolling himself in flopping turns, cocooning himself in the comforter.
When Jason stopped, he was thoroughly encased in the blanket and Bruce was left with the thin flat sheet. He sighed.
“It was Red Harvest,” Jason said. “The only one left from that set you got when–”
“I remember,” Bruce said, feeling suddenly helpless. “I’m sorry. We can find another set.”
“It’s not the same,” Jason said. “But whatever. I’m fucking overreacting, it’s not anything.”
Bruce sat up and yawned and reached down to tousle Jason’s hair, just barely visible through the slight air tunnel he’d left in the blanket.
“It’s something,” Bruce said, leaving his hand on Jason’s hair. “I’d be upset, too.”
“I’m sorry I threw The Maltese Falcon into the fireplace,” Jason said, turning his head so Bruce’s fingers brush the top of his ear. He doesn’t pull away. “It was stupid.”
“It was,” Bruce said, remembering tiny and defiant Jason’s face flickering over to panic the moment he realized what he’d done. He could still picture it with crystal clarity. “But I was more worried about your hands after you tried to pull it back out.”
“You kept trying to force painkillers into me,” Jason answered, a little wryly.
“I kept walking in on you crying,” Bruce protested, rubbing his eyes with his free hand. “Alfred had to tell me it was about the book. I thought you were in pain.”
“I was,” Jason mumbled. “But your repressed soul didn’t have the capacity to understand shit.”
Bruce chuckled and tugged on Jason’s ear.
“I’m working on it,” Bruce said.
“It’s only taken you a fricking decade or more,” Jason said. He exhaled noisily. “I’m so pissed at myself. I loved that book.”
Bruce caught himself right before offering to replace the set, again.
“I’m sorry,” he said instead.
“I’m gonna get up,” Jason said. “I’ll let you sleep.”
“You can stay,” Bruce said, glancing at the clock and dreading waking up in two hours. He was reluctant still to make Jason feel unwelcome. “But I’d like that comforter back.”
“Nuh-uh,” Jason mumbled. “Get your own.”
“It is my–” Bruce cut himself off.
Within the blanket, Jason gently snored. Bruce slowly pulled his hand away from Jason’s hair.
Bruce debated getting out of bed and rummaging in the linen closet for another blanket but he decided it was too much work, and pulled the sheet up around his shoulders and went back to sleep.
here we are again ! another milestone, another moment of utter surprise that somehow, my treasure hunting little convict here has gathered so many lovely people to my blog. i say this each time i make one of these, but i’m honestly astounded, and i’m so so so so very grateful for the support i’ve gotten over my ( almost ) year here. sam means a lot to me and it makes me happy to see interest in him from others as well ! you’ve all been such wonderful additions to my dash, so incredibly fun to interact with, and even though i haven’t been able to form friendships with everyone ( yet ) those i have, you’re an immense joy to talk to. thank you so much for being with me on this journey !
oh my god!!!!!!!!!!!! an update!!!!!!!finally!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i’m so sorry this took forever it’s almost 5am as i’m writing this and i love u and i really hope u like it because if you don’t or do, pls let me know bc my heart grows when you do and if u hate it i still wanna hear from ya bc i love a good roast !!!! also: i hit 200 followers and i know it may not seem like much to some of you but i’m so new here and your support as been OVERWHELMING i absolutely adore all of you thank you thank you thank you thank you this !! is !! 4 !! u !! og bitches !!!!
ANYWAYS PLS ENJOY THIS AND HAPPY OSCARS YOU GUYS THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR UR LOVE AND SUPPORT AND *WIPING TEARS* I JUST LOVE U A LOT OK HERE WE FCKIN GO
summary: *to the tune of ‘what’s this’ from a nightmare b4 christmas* first date? first date!! there’s magic in the air! first date, firs- wait!!!! Karen, what should i wear!!!!!!!!!! word count: 5600+ lmao kill me warnings: swearing !! as per usual i’m sorry yall i cannot help myself - also drinking, bad dancing, some terrible spanglish!!! lots of stuttering !!!! terribly formatted texting + facetime, lots of dopey smiles + way too many commas
Anonymous said to kpop-reads: May I request a smutty angst fic with Yugyeom based on the song Black Pearl by EXO?
Author’s note:(Y/B/F) = your best friend
Summary: You don’t know if you can forgive him. You won’t even allow him to explain. But, you want to. You want nothing more but for him to be here, holding you close to his chest. But, first he has to find you.
Dex drops his bag next to the green couch and shrugs off his coat, heading toward the soft yellow light spilling out of the kitchen. The Haus is quiet; it’s midterms week, and everyone is pulling their last marathon study sessions before the final round of tests ends tomorrow. Fortunately for Dex, his last exam was earlier this morning, but the others are still holed up in their usual study spaces. If he’s right, Ransom and Holster should be in the library, Chowder should be in Farmer’s dorm, Lardo should be pacing around her studio, and Bitty should be - well, in the kitchen, he guesses, considering the smell that’s wafting through the hallway.
He guesses right. When he enters the kitchen, he finds Bitty rolling out sugar cookie dough and humming whatever’s playing in his earbuds. Dex taps the doorframe to let Bitty know he’s there, and then he notices that Bitty isn’t alone.
Nursey’s here, too, scribbling frantically on a yellow legal pad and buried under a mess of loose papers and highlighters. Bitty turns to give Dex his best warning stare and Dex makes a motion as if to zip his lips shut, perching up on the countertop and stealing a cookie from the tray that’s cooling next to him.
For a minute or two he watches Nursey continue to scribble like his life depends on it. He’s seen Nursey this stressed before, but only around exams. Nursey may try to maintain his chill, but Dex knows that his grades are one of the few things that can pull his d-man out of his shell instantly. He works hard, Dex thinks. Really hard. Sometimes, beyond the point when even Dex himself would call it quits and take a nap - and Dex doesn’t give anything up easily. Never has, never will.
He’s startled out of his thoughts by Bitty pushing a mixing bowl into his arms and handing him a wooden spoon. While Bitty swaps trays in and out of the oven, Dex starts absentmindedly mixing, watching as Nursey shuffles some papers around and picks up a green highlighter.
Nursey underlines a few phrases before tossing the highlighter back onto the table, heaving a heavy sigh, and shoving a hand through his hair. Dex gets an idea. It’s stupid and small, but it’s an idea.
Bodyguard AU: Abby Griffin hires a protection agency to watch herself and Clarke while they travel with Senator Kane. Lexa ends up having frequent shifts looking over Clarke - who finds this incredibly annoying and excessive at first, especially when Lexa seems to be giving her the silent treatment.
Determined to find a way to crack the stoic girl’s shell, Clarke tries different ways to fluster the guard to keep the trip entertaining (and maybe get her talking cuz shes cute). Lexa tries to be professional as possible, but it’s hard whenever she walks in a room to find Clarke bending over 0_0
Y’all seem to like AU’s so here’s a quick thing. [part 2]