This Was Funnier In My Head

Doctor Who moodboard: Adric & Susan Foreman (requested by: anon)

Just so we’re all clear on where I stand: Black lives matter, trans women are women, trans men are men, nonbinary people are beautiful, asexual/aromantic folks have a place in the LGBTQ community, Queer is not a dirty word, and being “anti fascist” is a moral position, not a political one.

If you wanted, I'd love to read something about a god and their favorite priest. Maybe other priests thinking they're a heretic, or thinking they're not pious enough. Or the god and the priest having a disagreement about ethics.

Your brothers pray to me for your salvation.

Daniel shivered at the god's voice - always somewhere between familiar and unfamiliar, ever-changing and ever-them all at once. He couldn't say for certain if the great one spoke aloud or in his head or both. All he knew was that when the god was there, the rest of the world fell away. Gods were like that. They did not share with anything.

"Don't hurt them," Daniel said. "They do not know what they ask."

They call you a sinner. A heretic. They think that the devil has claimed you.

"I know what they say. I'm blind, not deaf. I still ask you to spare them."

They say your name like it is a synonym for a problem, for some terrible unspeakable disappointment. I know you are angry too. I can taste it in you like poison that tries too hard to be sweet.

Daniel swallowed.

At first, the god had visited him only when he prayed, in the deepest recess of the temple. With time, though, the god could appear anywhere. In Daniel's dreams, or when he was tending the garden with the sunshine warming his skin, or sometimes the god would even speak with Daniel's mouth or move with his body.

The other priests always hated it when the god did that.

They wish to save you by cutting me from you like a cancerous limb. It is an insult. You are mine.

A god's favour was a dangerous thing in the wrong hands.

A careless vengeful whisper to a god could raze cities, if the god in question was inclined to be indulgent, and the god usually was when destruction and sacrifice was involved these days. Not enough to tip the scales, to suck dry the well of believers that gave them power, but enough to remind humans every so often that they were but temporary residents in somebody else's doll house.

A god's favour was a dangerous thing, because they did not suffer kindly those who would harm their favoured in any way.

A god's favour could swallow a human whole.

Their god was certainly a vengeful god, but Daniel could understand that. They shared the same fury. The difference was that Daniel buried his rage and the god did not believe in such things.

But the priests, after all, only whispered their untruths about Daniel. They preached their lies about the great one loudly like it was fact, so loudly that they never stopped once to listen in the temple silence. Their prayers were demand masked as entreaty. Their love was fickle, yet it did not occur that the god who made them might feel fickle also as the centuries slipped by.

To the other priests, the god's own voice was blasphemy.

Daniel removed his hands away from the temple floor and offered them into the darkness, to the velvet night that came before all things and had since been shunned.

The god took them.

You see me, and they hurt you.

The god's voice grew softer.

I could burn their eyes out for their blindness. Maybe then they will see. Maybe then they will not be so arrogant as to question my choices.

Daniel released another steadying breath, his heart pounding. "They will learn, with time. I am not asking you for their sake, i am asking you for mine. They will call you a demon and make you one with their convictions - I prefer you as you are."

Not good, exactly. But not bad either. Their god was a creature of balance, viciously protective, and hopelessly lonely. Screaming out in the dark not to be forgotten.

Daniel knew that feeling too.

The silence stretched between them, and then they felt the press of the god's lips upon their brow, or something similar. Something that mimicked humanity because it was the only way they could talk.

I will not hurt them. Not yet. But if they lay one hand on you...

The temple would run red with blood.

The priesthood had no idea how many times Daniel had saved their stupid lives.

My hypothesis is that in like 10 years gen z is gonna have a big cult boom the way the boomers did in the 70s

Slytherin|Scorpio|Bisexual

So do you like villains because they're cool, or because it's cathartic to see characters completely lash out against the world for their trauma and abuse and just be angry for all their pain in a manner that doesn't actually affect anyone since it's all fictional.

unfortunate that the united states has been very successful at controlling narratives around word war 2 and positioning itself as the polar opposite of nazism and the main force fighting fascism when america was complicit in the holocaust. not only did american press report positively about hitler and the nazi party up until the end of the 30′s, some publications cooperated with nazi germany, american companies had investments and connections to nazi germany that they maintained until american involvement in the war, and companies like ibm in particular gave nazis the technology necessary to make the holocaust possible in the first place. some company owners themselves had nazi sympathies like henry ford and others just saw it as a business opportunity. the us denied entry to european jewish refugees and deported jewish refugees back to germany, many senators and other government officials during the 1930s openly supported nazism and worked to prevent the us from taking a side in ww2, and during the 30s large pro nazi rallies were held across the us. american eugenics movement, american race laws and american genocide set the model for the holocaust and there shouldnt be any discussion of nazism and the holocaust without also discussing the extent of american complicity in it. 

anyways heres some material on it

ibm and the holocaust

hitlers american friends

ap press cooperation with nazis

hitlers american model

general motors and nazi germany

operation paperclip

us reporting on the rise of fascism

practice

cw: dubcon to be safe, overstim, coochie eating but no pronouns mentioned for reader

prompt: when you and your guy first started getting intimate with each other, he let you know right off the bat that he wasn’t very experienced. of course that was fine, you didn’t mind showing him the ropes. thought it was hot, even. but once you show him, he takes matters into his own hands because he wants you to feel a little too good.

a/n: ngl ive been playing botw so link was in mind while writing this. he doesn’t have a single thought in that head of his, its endearing.

minors do not interact.

your face felt hot. it was hard to focus. the grip on your legs was relentless. 

“f-fuh— oh, like that, a little faster—“ you panted. your guy currently had his gigantic head between your thighs, working his tongue intently. he was listening to your every single instruction, failing to please you would not be an option. you threw your head back while biting your lip. he was getting damn good at this.

the two of you have only recently started getting intimate, and were still figuring each other out. he’d admitted he was nervous to try eating you out, but that it wouldn’t get in the way of him pleasing you. you were ecstatic, flattered even, and soon enough he was face deep in your pussy, feeling his way around with his tongue.

the first time, he didn’t make you cum before you stopped him. he was disappointed, but you were eager to hurry and have his cock splitting you open. now, he was determined to have you finish, evident by the tight grip he had on your thighs. he couldn’t help squeezing them every now and then, the way the skin felt in his hands was heavenly.

“mmf, y-yeah, it’s good, good,” you whined. he groaned into you, opting to suck on your clit instead. you squealed, legs closing in against his ears. you felt yourself getting closer, and couldn’t help grinding against his face. “please, oh fuck, shit–“

he continued to suck on your clit until his tongue slips back out to push its way into your dripping pussy. your hands found their way to his hair, pulling his strands to ground yourself. he moaned, pressing his fingertips into your thighs harder.

“f-fuck, please please, im gonna— cumming! im cumming!” your legs shook as he licked you to your orgasm. you continued to shake in the aftershocks, especially once he wouldn’t let up.

you attempted to pull your legs away, to which he refused. he pulled your legs to rest on his shoulders while going back to sucking your clit. “b-babe, fuck!” you whimpered. the hands that were in his hair were now attempting to push at his shoulders, the pleasure quickly becoming too much. he couldn’t stop, you tasted so good and you were here for him to devour.

“babe let go, ah, im done!” you begged, trying to pull your hips away. he shook his head back and forth slightly, going ‘mm-mm’ into your pussy. he was telling you no?

you couldn’t help but moan and whine wantonly. you felt delirious. it was hot, the way he wanted to keep going down on you, but at the same time it was too much. no matter how much you squirmed or pulled your legs away, he’d always drag you right back to where he wanted you. 

he pulled away for a moment, staring at your pussy like he just saw heaven. you panted, chest heaving. his eyes were glazed over as if he couldn’t think of anything but you.

“more practice,” he murmured, causing your eyes to widen. you were trying to catch your breath, and you noticed the grip on your legs hadn’t gotten any looser.

“m-more..? but—”

“more. practice.”

he stared into your eyes, a silent promise that he’d make you cum again. you shuddered. you were surprised to see him like this, but you loved it. “what about you?” you asked. he simply shook his head, licking his lips. 

“need more practice. need to make you cum.” with that, he resumed his assault, bullying your clit with his tongue as he had before. your toes curled and you sobbed.

you can beg him to slow down, but he won’t hear a word of it. he needed you to beg for him some more. now that he’s tasted your cum, he needs to make you cum again.

just to make sure he’s doing it right.

link, mammon, beel, hinata, kageyama, bokuto, akaashi, suna, choso, albedo, xiao