Today I Am Breaking Down Over:

Nor do I, and I don't know how to feel about this....

I see no difference

Everyone seems to like the idea of Dhawan!Master being rough in bed, but I raise you this: when you’re together, it’s all soft touches and gentle teasing hands. He loves the way you shiver when his fingers trace your nipples, and the sounds you make when he kisses them. He loves feeling your hands in his hair when he’s eating you out, slow and teasing until you cum for him. He loves being deep inside you and hearing your gasps as he hits the perfect spot with gentle thrusts and holding you close

This, right here absolutely fucking delights me....

I am once again forced to giggle at the idea of Whiskey and Javi together.

Whiskey, all but a force of nature, who jumps in a fighter jet and takes off, or takes off into the jungle without so much as a can of bug spray. Whiskey, who throws caution to the wind and makes no plans. Whiskey, who laughs and says that he’ll make it up as he goes along, thank you very much. Whiskey, who humors Javi’s tendency to plan and fret for as long as he can, but in the end just decides to wing it.

Javi, jogging along behind him, annoyed and muttering to himself, two packs and an extra bullet proof vest in hand. Javi, the mother hen, who’s new catch phrase is “dammit, Jack” followed by frantically dashing out of the room. Javi, who makes grids on maps and tries to explain the intricate nature of the cartels (Jack knows all of this already. Despite what Javi, thinks, he has actually been listening this whole time) while Jack leans his chair back on two legs and watches, unruffled and bored.

Diogenes the Cynic circa ?BC

BEHOLD, A MAN! *slams a raw chicken on the ground like a football*

good evening friends this is a psa that i am massively in love with javier peña

Baby Yoda in The Mandalorian Chapter 12: The Siege

Loki: WHAT’S YOUR TYPE

Stephen: Anything, honestly, but nerds especially

Loki, desperately, as Stephen bleeds out: YOUR BLOOD TYPE

Stephen: Oh! B positive.

Loki: DON'T TRY TO CHEER ME UP, JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE

Stephen:

Ares, Ares, Ares.... Why? Just why? Leave Persephone alone you butt monkey of the Gods...

First: while Ares is being gross, insensitive, and just terrible here; while Hades may not (or maybe is) Persephone's daddy, he most certainly is the fandom's daddy.

Second: Persephone speakin' the truth

O-oh... my heart!!!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ So, in short: (squ)eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

This is just amazing! One of my all time faves;

we’ll meet again

a ww2 au santiago ‘pope’ garcia x reader x frankie ‘catfish’ morales fic~

rating: m for smut; threesomes, some war violence

word count: 3.5k

summary: You’re in a relationship w/ Santi and Frankie and they both are drafted for the war; you anxiously await their return home.

a/n: ive been wanting to do a santi x reader x frankie fic for a while now, but i wanted to do something different w/ mine! just wasn’t sure how! until i got this ww2 idea~ so i hope you enjoy and feedback is always appreciated

thank you @huliabitch​ for this aesthetic!!!!!

xx

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Oh, oh honey no.... Also, Serbia wanted to keep the peace in Europe huh? (Sarcastically) Yeah, and Kaiser Wilhelm II wanted to become allies with Britain

There’s nothing I love more than dramatic irony in non fiction.

“In 1913, Tzar Nicholas ii decided to align himself with a new ally equally invested in keeping the peace in Europe. Serbia.”