Tom Hiddleston, books, Marvel, cute animals, food, Pokémon, Sailor Moon, history, current events(politics, what's going on in the world, that kind of stuff), among other things…
He is seriously a Con Dream Guest, I can’t imagine how any organizers wouldn’t want him.
I love love love how happy he is interacting with everyone. I see Con pics with various celebrities float across my dash, whether in a paid photo op or just a panel or something, and there are people who don’t even make an effort to seem mildly engaged in what is happening. It’s like really? You’re an ACTOR! At least you could fake it!
I think Tom has kept a very aware perspective of the significance of this type of event for attendees. He understands and respects the power granted to him to make each person’s experience meaningful and memorable; actually, I would suggest that he views it as a responsibility and a privilege. It isn’t shrugged off as an annoyance. That’s why he is such a good sport in the photo ops.
He’s just the best. Period.
No, I am not biased. 😊
Also,
HE LOOKS SO GOOD I WANNA NOM ON HIM LIKE A KITTEH AND PUT HIS HAIR IN LITTLE BRAIDS WITH PLASTIC DUCKY CLIPPIES
*reads this thinking: okay, absolutely, okay, yes exactly, alright,,, this is so restrained for haven… THERE IT IS. YAAASSS!*
*quietly reblogs*
I’m a cool, calm, collected, rational adult part of the time and a Duckie Clippies enthusiast the rest of the time. 😊
“You just like She-Ra because it’s gay and body diverse and all women!”
Yup. I do. And here’s why:
I don’t have to watch every character get trimmed down to fit into some feminine archetype or another. I don’t have to watch their relationships get pruned, rewritten, carefully tiptoed around lest they come off as gay. Without homophobia and sexism as a perpetual critical eye, carving and rearranging and judging, always judging, always eager to box and to correct and to exclude, characters and art have room to breathe and innovate.
Catra and Adora’s relationship would not be so rich if not for its ability to evolve and grow beyond typical the typical barriers assigned to two girls, to let romantic subtext happen because they don’t need to hide it or queerbait or make it one of a handful of specific gay tropes. The Best Friends Squad would not be so well knit if there was an executive looking over and saying “Glimmer can be affectionate but not that much” or “We need more emphasis on Bow just being a friend”. When Glimmer cuddles with Adora in the pool or holds her gently, I don’t see the crushing silence of those girls in high school, the reminder that this was going to be completely platonic or else, that box that must be maintained. I just see two people, expressing affection, and letting the chips fall where they may because it’s okay where they end up.
The queerness and diversity of She-Ra is not a checklist, it’s a liberation. It’s freedom from all the tired old tropes and assumptions assigned to women’s personalities, aesthetics, and relationships both in media and out. It’s growth, it’s subversion, whatever you want to call it, it’s new and rich and ripe with potential.
So yeah. I like She-Ra because it’s gay. Die mad about it.
Scoundrels: The Hunt for Hansclapp by Major Victor Cornwall and Major Arthur St John Trevelyan
“Empty my tanks,” I’d begged breathlessly, as once more she began drawing me deep inside her pleasure cave. Her vaginal ratchet moved in concertina-like waves, slowly chugging my organ as a boa constrictor swallows its prey. Soon I was locked in, balls deep, ready to be ground down by the enamelled pepper mill within her.
Vaginal ratchet? Chugging? Enamel? Is this a novel or Top Gear magazine?
(that’s a steam-powered vibrator, if you were wondering)
Katerina by James Frey
I’m hard and deep inside her fucking her on the bathroom sink her tight little black dress still on her thong on the floor my pants at my knees our eyes locked, our hearts and souls and bodies locked.
Cum inside me.
Cum inside me.
Cum inside me.
Blinding breathless shaking overwhelming exploding white God I cum inside her my cock throbbing we’re both moaning eyes hearts souls bodies one.
One.
White.
God.
Cum.
Cum.
Cum.
I close my eyes let out my breath.
Cum.
Thrust, thrust, thrust your cock, gently inside her. Cum inside, cum inside, cum inside her vagina
Connect by Julian Gough
He drops the bra to the floor, looks up, into her eyes, it’s too much. He kisses her chin, her mouth, and their tongues touch, oh, too much, he slips his lips free with a soft suck. Moves up to kiss her strong nose, on one side, then the other, it’s hard and soft at once. He moves back down, till he is level with her breasts.
‘They’re small,’ she says, surprisingly shy, apologetic.
‘They’re perfect,’ he says.
He kisses them. Teases a nipple with his lips. It’s so soft; and then, suddenly, hard.
Wow.
He sucks on the hard nipple.
He has never done this before, and yet; no, wait, of course, it is totally familiar.
The first thing he ever did.
He feels the huge change in meaning, in status; it is as though he had grown up in a single suck. Everything transformed. And yet nothing has changed at all; he sucks at a nipple as he lies on a bed, and it’s eighteen years later, and he sucks at a nipple as he lies on a bed, and his childhood falls away from him like a burned-out booster stage from a rocket. Its fuel used up. He is now in orbit around a different planet.
EWW! EWW! BRAIN BLEACH! I NEED BRAIN BLEACH!!!!!!!
I should not have to say this but DO NOT THINK OF YOUR MOTHERS BREASTS WHILE FUCKING YOUR GIRLFRIEND!
New rule, boys are never to be breastfed, always bottle fed. Breast is not best for boys.
Killing Commendatore by Haruki Murakami
My ejaculation was violent, and repeated. Again and again, semen poured from me, overflowing her vagina, turning the sheets sticky. There was nothing I could do to make it stop. If it continued, I worried, I would be completely emptied out. Yuzu slept deeply through it all without making a sound, her breathing even. Her sex, though, had contracted around mine, and would not let go. As if it had an unshakeable will of its own and was determined to wring every last drop from my body.
[emphasis mine] Oh look, how lovely! Who doesn’t like a surprise rape scene?
Kismet by Luke Tredget
She shuffles her head closer to his cock, close enough to smell her own residue, and then takes it in her mouth, with the vague idea of cleaning it. Geoff mirrors this gesture by burying his head between her legs, and gradually she can feel his cock pumping up with blood, one pulse at a time, until it is long and hard and filling her wide-open mouth. They stay in this position for a long time, Anna sucking and slurping with the same lazy persistence you’d use on a gobstopper or a stick of rock. Eventually she loses her sense of the context altogether – of what she is doing or who she is with or where they are – and becomes an empty vessel for what feels like disembodied consciousness. She looks at the window and wonders how the glass feels encased within its wooden frame, what the shaggy clouds feel like being blown across the sky, what the walls felt like being splattered and smeared with wet paint …
I don’t know about Kismet, this sounds more like an update of the movie Mannequin but with Real Dolls.
Grace’s Day by William Wall
He’s almost weightless. When he enters me it hurts and my pain belongs to the subterranean world, primitive as the clay. His body is slacker than I expected, a small paunch begins at his waist and settles in a downward parabola to his groin. His pubic hair is red. His erect penis is a surprise although I had imagined what they would feel like, read about them, seen them represented on toilet walls and magazines. I didn’t see it before he entered me, but afterwards it is small and sticky and amusing. I want to touch it but I don’t dare. I don’t know the etiquette. He is twenty or more years older than me. This is sex.
This reads a bit like Cat Person if the man was a predator preying on virgins.
But let’s not forget the paunch.
The Paper Lovers by Gerard Woodward
He was aware that she was making a mewling sound as he put his lips to her tightened nipple and sucked. Her mouth was at his ear, her tongue travelling along its grooves, voice filling it. His mouth tugged at her, extended her, she snapped back, there was a taste of something on his tongue. In his mind he pictured her neck, her long neck, her swan’s neck, her Alice in Wonderland neck coiling like a serpent, like a serpent, coiling down on him. She had found a way through his clothing and her fingers had lightly touched his cock, then slowly began to take a firmer hold. He wanted to cry like a baby. He felt helpless, as though his body had come undone and she was fastening it. He felt as though he was bleeding somewhere. Then he felt powerful, gigantic. He would have kicked a door down.
Anyone else picturing him fucking some kind of eldritch nightmare?
That’s a lot cuter than I was picturing, but google images failed me.
So, who gets your vote for the winner of the Bad sex award 2018?
Oh, she read all these descriptions of self centered,self love written by virgins and wondered. It’s a miracle that anyone got off ever without the use of a gerbil…
That’s a lot cuter than I was picturing, but google images failed me.
I’ve just noticed this comment. How bad does your porn have to be for Google images not to be able to find a representation of it? People literally make porn of everything, except Alice in Wonderland, swan-necked, snake creatures, apparently!
🌺Headcanons and Imagines(xreader) are open for Supernatural, Harry Potter(the marauder’s era and Newt Scamander), Marvel, The Lord of The Rings, and The Hobbit. 🌺
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