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May 23 2018


When in doubt, doodle Flame!Riza

May 22 2018

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Panther Like A Panther by ParisAlleyne

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Something I’ve talked about before and find super helpful! Finally in a visual!

This literally changed my life you guys don’t understand every time I almost relapse I think of this and I stop I’m two weeks clean because of this post I love everyone who reblogged this thank you all so much

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[ Patreon / twitter / redbubble shop ]

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why doesn’t Spock have a chair? Uhura has a chair. Sulu has a chair. All the random extras on the bridge have chairs meanwhile. Spock is the tallest person the bridge and his station is knee high and yet Spock’s booty is poppin all over the place from bending over so much

You answered your own question.  Kirk had it removed.

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Sins of the Cities series by KJ Charles

An Unseen Attraction

Lodging-house keeper Clem Talleyfer prefers a quiet life. He’s happy with his hobbies, his work—and especially with his lodger Rowley Green, who becomes a friend over long fireside evenings together. If only neat, precise, irresistible Mr. Green were interested in more than friendship …

Rowley just wants to be left alone—at least until he meets Clem, with his odd, charming ways and his glorious eyes. Two quiet men, lodging in the same house, coming to an understanding … it could be perfect. Then the brutally murdered corpse of another lodger is dumped on their doorstep and their peaceful life is shattered.

Now Clem and Rowley find themselves caught up in a mystery, threatened on all sides by violent men, with a deadly London fog closing in on them. If they’re to see their way through, the pair must learn to share their secrets—and their hearts.

This novel takes the friends-to-lovers trope, and does it well, but with a hearty dose of angst. Clem’s older brother has forced him to provide for a ne’er do well lodger that ends up dead on the doorstep, throwing Clem and Rowley’s world into chaos. Unfortunately for Clem, he is almost totally dependent on his brother’s goodwill, because he is the illegitimate second son, biracial (his mother was the Indian nanny), and has trouble with changes to his routine and noise (written as possibly ASD and anxiety disorder). Rowley has the shop next door to the lodging house, which becomes the focus of destruction, for reasons unknown. The danger escalates further, and Rowley himself suffers, which puts a strain their friendship, and newfound romance.

While the plot on this novel sometimes gets slightly bogged down, read this one for the great characterizations, including Rowley as the artistic type that still needs to make a solid living, and Clem as the very handsome, gentle, but often-troubled dominant. Yes, we get a few helpings of D/s in this one, with Clem able to focus and enjoy Rowley’s submissive tendencies, because the artist is definitely one of Clem’s special interests. Later in the series, Clem’s attractiveness is further spelled out, and some characters don’t quite understand how he can be in love with Rowley (who is short, wears glasses, and seems mostly interested in taxidermy–but is intelligent and talented–and very patient with Clem’s needs as someone with ASD/anxiety disorder).

An Unnatural Vice

In the sordid streets of Victorian London, unwanted desire flares between two bitter enemies. Crusading journalist Nathaniel Roy is determined to expose spiritualists who exploit the grief of bereaved and vulnerable people. First on his list is the so-called Seer of London, Justin Lazarus. Nathaniel expects him to be a cheap, heartless fraud. He doesn’t expect to meet a man with a sinful smile and the eyes of a fallen angel—or that a shameless swindler will spark his desires for the first time in years.

Justin feels no remorse for the lies he spins during his séances. His gullible clients simply bore him. Hostile, disbelieving, utterly irresistible Nathaniel is a fascinating challenge. And as their battle of wills and wits heats up, Justin finds he can’t stop thinking about the man who’s determined to ruin him.

But Justin and Nathaniel are linked by more than their fast-growing obsession with one another. They are both caught up in an aristocratic family’s secrets, and Justin holds information that could be lethal. As killers, fanatics, and fog close in, Nathaniel is the only man Justin can trust—and, perhaps, the only man he could love.

Enemies to lovers trope in this one, and the mystery that began in An Unseen Attraction intensifies. Justin has been on the streets most of his life, and now he finally has a family, of sorts. Cobbled together from others without a family or roof, he’s trained his assistants, so they can all have a future. Little did Justin know, journalist Nathaniel is trying to track down the solution to a mystery, to help his friend Clem remain in his own home.

Read this one for the continuation of the mystery plot begun in novel one, and because it’s an excellent world-building excerpt, with some of the hottest hate-sex ever. The loathing goes on and on, but the pair realize they must rely on one another, and steadily a new family is formed. Nathaniel enters into it with a broken heart, but Justin repairs it, and the two have a very solid foundation by novel’s end–even if several of Nathaniel’s friends still don’t trust the former confidence man.

An Unsuitable Heir

On the trail of an aristocrat’s secret son, enquiry agent Mark Braglewicz finds his quarry in a music hall, performing as a trapeze artist with his twin sister. Graceful, beautiful, elusive, and strong, Pen Starling is like nobody Mark’s ever met—and everything he’s ever wanted. But the long-haired acrobat has an earldom and a fortune to claim.

Pen doesn’t want to live as any sort of man, least of all a nobleman. The thought of being wealthy, titled, and always in the public eye is horrifying. He likes his life now—his days on the trapeze, his nights with Mark. And he won’t be pushed into taking a title that would destroy his soul.

But there’s a killer stalking London’s foggy streets, and more lives than just Pen’s are at risk. Mark decides he must force the reluctant heir from music hall to manor house, to save Pen’s neck. Betrayed by the one man he thought he could trust, Pen never wants to see his lover again. But when the killer comes after him, Pen must find a way to forgive—or he might not live long enough for Mark to make amends.

JUST PLEASE READ THIS NOVEL. The use of “his” and “he” in the description is misleading, because Pen in gender fluid, and the writing of it in this book is so good. The mystery in the first two novels has its climax and resolution in this book, and while its a well-done piece of sleuthing on the parts of all the characters in this series, I loved this one due to the relationship that forms between Pen and Mark.

Pen’s life is spelled out, and we get to follow along as they change their appearance to suit how they feel at any given moment, how being gender fluid influences their burgeoning relationship with pansexual Mark, and the thought processes of a gender fluid person confronted with having to forever fit into the box that is a single gender–with Victorian expectations and a title.

Mark is smitten from the first, conceals his purpose when he first meets Pen, but the sparks immediately fly. He’s not sure of Pen’s affections though, because Mark is not handsome, has a solid–but not terribly interesting–job, and Mark was born without part of one arm. He knows he may have to let Pen go, but Pen is unwilling, and the affection between these two is as gorgeous as Pen.

In terms of the mystery resolution, and Pen’s predicament, it was lovely seeing how supportive his twin sister is and how they work out everyone’s situation to the greater good.

Kudos to this series for combining a group of people from all walks of life, with various reasons to be guarded and cautious, and having them form a confederation that knits so well.

Keep reading

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some aggretsuko fanart because I still love that show and retsuko is such a Mood

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pomeranian commission!

May 21 2018

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Beautiful weapons from VTdaggers. 

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VAMPIRE STYLE ƪ(`▿▿▿▿´ƪ)

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they’re sweet

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I want a second season now

also i ship these two so much damn

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i got to draw sumia for the fe compendium tarot project!! pre-orders are out until may 26th, you can find more info here






I’m going to save up for a new motorcycle by running a scam where I bet straight dudes at bars twenty bucks that I can get a girl’s number in under five minutes and then politely walk up her and say, “I just bet that asshole twenty bucks that I could get your number. I’ll split it with you if you pretend to laugh like I just said a good pick up line and then write a fake number on my hand.”

Like, I never understood those kind of bets in those shitty teen movies. Everybody loves being part of a scheme, man. Use your head.

If anyone ever does this to me I’ll call them out on being a con artist.

Joke’s on you, buddy. That’ll only have consequences the first, what, couple dozen times? I can take a punch.

But then eventually, I’ll have money for the bike, and whenever I get called out, I’ll just speed off, and, sure, maybe I crash and die in a gutter and the police can’t figure out why I have hundreds of fake phone numbers stuffed in my jacket and it launches a huge investigation that becomes sort of a local legend, but you know whose problem that is? Not fucking mine.

Because I’m a slutty motorcycle ghost, and who’s gonna’ stop me then? The ghost cops? Nice try. Everybody knows cops can’t become ghosts because they just go straight to hell. It’s basic math.

Moral of the story, don’t be a con artist or you will die in a horrible accident and become a lonely ghost.

First of all, don’t you ever accuse me of having morals, narrative or otherwise, ever again.

And second, where did I say I’d be lonely? I’d be a ghost on a motorcycle. That’s the sexiest thing that there is. You look me in the eyes and tell me you wouldn’t bone Ghostrider. Look me in the goddamn eyes.

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