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smoochinforabruisin · 5 months
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Most obscure character i could ever put on my f/o list but i might
I just might
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party-in-my-head · 9 months
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I hope someone gets this reference because I put a lot of work into getting 2 rats to snjört a phat line
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Happy birthday Ray Liotta! (1954 - 2022)
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Here's some Goodfellas art to mark the occasion!
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iron-sides · 2 months
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i could do textual analysis if this scene oh my fucking god
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weebsinstash · 2 months
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As much as I strongly dislike when a series kind of "cages" the self insert/OC potential of its audience, it's becoming pretty clear that there's a certain level of pre-determined-ness to Sinners and their appearances, almost to the point it's vaguely implied entire sections of Pentagram City are like, ethnically/visually distinct and that every character we see fits into some sort of category and resembles other people. There's an Overlord who's a giant raptor dinosaur and there are other dinosaur Sinners (and also she's like the club/rave based overlord and even has a business, Klub Kaiju, interesting). Valentino is a moth and there are other moths and different bugs like spiders. In the most recent episode showing flashbacks of Hell in Alastor's past, there was a past female Overlord who had the same multi-toned angular swirling hair as Velvette does. In Vox's studio in episode two, he has members of staff that are visually similar to his own aesthetic. Even up in Heaven, Angel's sister Molly still has her spider aesthetic with a halo and cherub wings
so, i guess, to go where I'm ACTUALLY going with this post.... Moth Reader who winds up catching Valentino's eyes because "oh wow we're both moths, isn't that cute" and it escalates into him seeing you as his property, ESPECIALLY if you also have weird drugging/pheromone powers like him
Like can you imagine it? You smack down into the city while he's like having lunch at a cafe or his limo is parked at a light and you're standing up all confused and helpless and cute, hugging yourself as you look around this loud violent scary new place, and you two wind up making exact eye contact and he can tell you're crying and scared, easy prey. Could you picture Reader's equivalent of his coat being that you're in a little hoodie or jacket or shawl and it just unwraps while you're sitting with him. Idk. You accidentally inhale some of his smoke and just give a cute little sneeze and your antenna and your wings are all just poofing out, you basically just equipped that shit from your inventory. On the fence if Reader would have chest fur but maybe your hair hair is really big and long and silky
Moth Reader having eye spots on their wings that can lull someone into hypnosis, or you have some sort of pheromone that makes people weak to your demands, maybe even horny for you, like some mind controlling queen bee ordering her drones. Val's in the bathroom and some creep grabs you and all of a sudden your antenna twitch and his face gets hit with a little puff of 'dust' and suddenly he's letting go of you, "oh my gosh sweetie I am so sorry, here, take all the money in my wallet, you deserve it, I'm so sorry queen, I'm gonna go jump into traffic, sorry queen, sorry, sorry, im a worm, sorry, sorry"
Valentino having unique reactions to your "pollen" as another moth or at least an addict with a tolerance. He buries his face in your neck so you "poof" him on purpose and he's just hotboxing your scent and getting high and horny while you're struggling and squealing. He forces you to use your powers on him and others so they can feel happy and high. At some point he may even force you to keep producing the powder so he can sell it as a drug or a product and at that point you're BIG INCOME for him, he might as well carry you around like his personal vape pen
Like. Can you even imagine "oh yeah Im super lucky enough that i have these powers to protect myself and potentially manipulate others" and you think you're safe and untouchable and this man is like using his fucking credit card to shift your powder into lines to snort it like a rail of cocaine. You can turn "normal" Sinners into your helpless pawns but it loses effectiveness the stronger the person is and this man is like HOTBOXING your shit, all but passing out on the couch with you in his arms in pure drug seeking unrestrained bliss. And then he fucks ya cause I mean, it's YOUR fault he's all hot and bothered now isn't it?
Just Reader not even knowing how much danger they're in because you just got here and have no idea who this guy is and you're just spinning around looking at your new appearance and flapping your little wings and maybe you can even float or fly a little bit, all happy, big big smiles, being all "oh my gosh this is so cool, I feel so cute ^^" and you don't even realize you're practically modeling yourself on a runway to one very, VERY interested customer...
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misty-caligula · 10 months
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We’re all sad to see Nat go, but I think it’s important to recognise, she’s gone because of decisions that she made, over and over.
S1E10 she made the choice to shoot herself. It wasn’t a GREAT choice, but it was one that she made, which Lottie negated against her will. In eerily similar fashion as Misty with the cocaine.
S2E1 Lottie talked to her about her bees, about how when a new queen was born she’d sting the others to death for the good of the hive.
For most of the rest of the season, Nat began taking the lessons of the cult to heart, despite her initial reservations. Some people wondered how sincere she was, but I genuinely think that she began to really work on herself, really believe in Lottie’s wisdom.
Then the poison came out. Immediately, Nat’s demeanour changed. I was wondering what that was about when Lott was trying to convince them in s2e8. She told Nat that she was in so much pain, and Nat didn’t even fight back at all. Just gave her this look...
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I think that right here, at this moment, she recognised Lott for what she was. A danger to them all. She decided that she wasn’t capable of changing, of being helped. Just like she’d said to Misty, “We’re ALL like this, aren’t we?” I think that at this moment, Nat decided that once again, Lott wasn’t fit to be queen, that she’d have to take charge, like she did before, and that she should take the example of the bees.
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I think she’s also ... angry. Angry that Lott can’t recognise the SOURCE of that pain. She recognises the reality, that it exists, but she’s blind to how responsible she is for it. Consider:
As far as Natalie knows (because of what Misty said in the cabin) Lottie told them that eating Javi was what IT wanted them to do. And then immediately made her in charge of the team, dropping that burden of responsibility and guilt directly on her shoulders. She’s smiling in the moment, when everyone’s bowing. See how much she’s smiling when the reality of that weight sets in, when the unbearable guilt of being in charge crushes down on her. When that PURPOSE is lifted from her shoulders and all she has left is the pain of what she’s done, what she’s made others do in her name. And now, Lott has the AUDACITY to point at Nat’s pain in public, without ascribing blame, as though it were simply ... a natural state of being.
In the beginning of S2E9 she says that Lott shouldn’t go back to the psych ward, but I believe that she never meant any kind of help should be offered. I believe that she had already decided to kill her. I think that she’d hoped that Lott would draw the Queen of Hearts, and it would’ve made it easy. She’d have submitted, I’m sure. Because when she drew the Ace, she looked  SO crestfallen I’d actually assumed at first she got the Queen. Lottie wanted that queen so badly, wanted so much to help her friends. And then Nat would’ve made it quick, with the secret real blade she’d brought with her.
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But it wasn’t to be. So Shauna HAS to be the centre of attention, as always, and everyone’s playing along, not realising that Lott’s brought her own real knife to the party. And when they’re chasing her, if Lott catches up she’s GOING to kill her, for reals. I don’t know what kind of 4 dimensional chess they think they’re playing, but they’ve RADICALLY underestimated the danger level here, and it’s only when Callie steps in that she calms it down a little (with a bullet wound of all things).
But still, Nat goes in for the kill.
And it’s not just because she thinks she’d be a better queen, it’s not JUST that she’s afraid. She’s ANGRY. Because, despite herself, despite all of her bluster and her cynicism, her worldliness, and all of it, SHE was the one who bought in to the cult. Shauna and Tai and Van and Misty are here, they’re playing around, they’re drinking and partying and kind of just taking a vacation. They’ll do the therapy for a bit of fun, but they’re not taking it very seriously.
Nat, in a very short time, has found a BELIEF. She’s gone from 2 seconds away from a bullet to actually having a meaning, a reason to get up in the morning. Sober. And nobody except Lott is taking that seriously. Is recognising that she’s making real growth here, that she’s really trying. They’re begging her to drink with them - HER, NATALIE, THE FUCKING ALCOHOLIC, and they’re peer pressuring her to drink.... and she’s saying no.
Because when Lisa said “Do you want to die?” and she said “Not today” she pushed away her drink. Because that’s what alcohol IS to her. It’s not a fun party, it’s not a joyful thing. It’s a curse, a burden, a poison that hurts less than the one she’s trying to drown out. And now she’s found a way to live without it.
And it’s all a lie.
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These two women are doing VERY different things. Shauna’s preparing for a pantomime. Nat’s preparing for a murder. Shauna’s in the light, and she’s casting shadow with her dark thoughts. Nat’s bathed in darkness and the only light is the bright fire of her rage.
So she goes to Lisa, and she BEGS her to leave. I feel like there’s a bit of a comparison here with Shauna telling Javi to run from the doomcoming, like go, you’re not safe here. She’s trying so hard to make Lisa understand that she’s the real deal, that SHE got through to Nat, that she can be better than the cult. (And there’s a layer here too, because Lisa is so much just like teen!Nat, and she’s trying so hard to save herself from the cycle). And Lisa just can’t hear it. Just like teen!Nat couldn’t in her shoes. It’s all hopeless.
It’s meant to be a pantomime, but Nat says “Something’s HAPPENING tonight, and I NEED you to leave, while you still can.” What’s happening tonight? She’s going to kill Lisa’s god, and she’s NEVER going to forgive her.
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She stops before she leaves and says “Thank you for trying to teach me about forgiveness. It’s a nice idea.“
But it’s not an idea she can get behind. She’s too far gone for that. She, like Coach, can’t let it go. She’s going to burn the motherfucker down. And in the lull that Callie leaves, she does EXACTLY that, she takes the lunge, and it would’ve worked ... if only Lisa had taken her advice.
And suddenly she’s her dad. Attacking Lisa’s mother figure, without context why. For raising her wrong. And Lisa comes to her defence. And Nat can’t explain. And it’s all too fast and too much and Misty doesn’t understand, doesn’t know her well enough, doesn’t have enough faith that Nat has the situation under control. And all she has is a split second to choose, and so she does.
Because Lisa, like Javi, is just trying to help. Overwhelmed by a situation too big, too dangerous. Stepped onto what looks like solid ground, unaware of the danger til it’s too late. But this time, Nat’s not going to let Misty or anybody talk her into letting someone else take her place, not again. She closes the cycle.
I can’t stand seeing people saying she died for nothing, she died for EVERYTHING she believed in. She didn’t die just as she was working on herself, she died BECAUSE she gave up on that work, she was in that situation because she chose violence, and then she chose to give it up in the last moment. She died because she couldn’t forgive. Herself. Misty. Lottie. Any of the other ‘jackets who stood by and let her live. Let her kill. She died because she decided that Lisa was more important than her, and that maybe just maybe she could do it better than she had.
But here’s the thing. Coach says “You’re not like the rest of these girls.” And she replies...
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Cycles, cycles... will Lisa be able to forgive herself for surviving Nat? Only time will tell, but we have to have faith in her, like Nat did.
Tai in the car, with Shauna says “I have Simone and Sammy, you have Jeff and Callie. Who does Natalie have?” Nat had Lisa. And now, Tai has Van. Shauna still has Jeff and Callie. Lottie’s hopefully got help. Misty has Walter (thoughts for another day). And Lisa?... Who does Lisa have?...
Watch this space.
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This scene oh my gosh
MICHAEL THE BEE CARRYING THE GUN
Snowflame just cares about his cocaine
HIS COCAINE MAKES HIM IMMUNE TO BULLETS
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liaarxse · 8 months
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how would the tr boys react when their s/o is the funniest person ever? like they could crack anyone up with just saying something and their humor is peak humor?
This is unbelievable...
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Characters: Haruki (Pah-chin) Hayashida, Keisuke Baji, Shinichiro Sano
Warnings: None, crack if you lack cocaine
A/n: My type of humor frfr. I had a blast writing this HAHAHA
Also, can I add how insane some TR fangirls are? Like, I love my man too, but chill out, he is a fictional character, he doesn't belong to anyone. It's all fun and games until they become toxic
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— Haruki (Pah-chin) Hayashida
If you don't like Pah-chin, leave
It's literally one of my top favorite characters
Anyway
Y'all were out, roaming around the city while Pah Is walking his dog, Pochi
Pochi >>>>
You were just blabbering about all kinds of shit
Toman shit, school shit, hobby shit
Shit shit
When, all of a sudden, a pregnant couple walked out of a store just a few feet away from you
Pah didn't think anything about it, probably didn't even notice them
But you?
OH YOU
You noticed A LOT more
"Y'know..." You started. "There is something about my unholy mind that when I see a guy and a girl walking by and they're a couple, and the girl is pregnant, I'm like... was it good?"
Pah was FLABBERGASTED
You? You were laughing your ass of on the middle of the side walk
Both Pah and Pochi looked at you like-
This bitch good?
"Like, OH YOU'VE BEEN RAW DOGGING IT ALL NIGHT HUH—"
"Y/n–"
"OkAY–"
"Y/n sto–"
"You've been RIDING IT" "MHMMM"
"Y/n–"
"GET THAT DICK–"
Pah elbowed you right in the stomach
And you just continued LAUGHING
Thank God the couple didn't hear you
Sweet potatoes and honey pie
This bitch mental
But you know who else is mental?
This mf in front of you, who out of nowhere starting wheezing
Like?
Are y'all not?
Embarrassed?
APPARENTLY NOT
You just started wheezing and screaming into thin air
Nobody, but you knows why
Like, even the dog is embarrassed
Stupid
Pochi had enough of your shenanigans that when Pah's hold on the leash weakend, Pochi made a RUN FOR IT
Boy just ZOOMED into space
And when I tell you
That dog is fast as a motherfucker
You and Pah? Your asses are dragging on the fucking floor
You couldn't catch Pochi even if you wanted to
Thank GOD Baji appeared from thin air and caught Pochi and you got him back
What?
Y'all seeing ghosts now?
— Keisuke Baji
Samara entered the chat
Somebody call ghost busters
Kidding, kidding
It was like, 2am and Baji was, obviously, sleeping
You?
Sleep is for the weak
So you called your sleeping boy to say something important
"Y/n. It's 2 fucking am—"
"Babe if I was a bee do you know what sound I'd make?"
"...what?"
"I wouldn't make a 'bzzzing' sound, I'd make a 'puhtk, puhtk, puhtk.'
Y/n what the fuck
You mental ass
But you could hear his muffled laughing
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Like. Bzz is boring, ya know? Puhtk-ing is wayyyy better. Like, imagine if I flew over your head. You wouldn't hear bz bz bz, but like, puhtk, puhtk, puhtk. Like a small horse with wings."
"...wh—"
He burst out laughing
Bruh
It ain't even funny
Maybe he was too sleep drunk to comprehend the situation
And you were too drunk to realize what you was saying
"Don't laugh! It's a perfectly reasonable theory that if I were to become a bee, I'd be 'tuguduking' like a horse."
Suddenly the other line went quiet
Like
Dead quiet
...
Wait
Shit
"Baji?"
He suffocated
Great job, Y/n
You ass
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— Shinichiro Sano
Y'all smell that?
Smells like reincarnation to me
Anywhoooooo
You were out with Shinichiro
It was raining but who cares?
Pneumonia?
What's her snapchat?
@Pneu_yomom_nia
SKSKSKSK
You were just talking to Shinichiro when all of a sudden
"What's the feeling of being named after a bone, Shin?"
"Don't say that."
"Why, Shinbony?"
"...SHIN WHAT—"
LMAOAOAOA
Shinbony-kuuuuun 🤪
"Or like, SHINaningans."
"Y/n I swear to GOD."
"Don't, you'll go back again."
"Wha–"
Yo ass went silent
For like
2 minutes
What?
Writer Lia here, it was 2.69 seconds, my mistake
"Shini, shini yay, shini yay, shini yam-"
"Are you fucking joking?"
"SWALLA-LA-LA"
"Stop."
"SWALLA-LA-LA? SWALLA-LA-LA"
Y/n what kind of cocaine did your ass inhale?
And from where
The nose, the mouth, she bellybutton, yo fucking BOOTYHOLE ??
Cuz your ass cannot COMPETE with the shit that is coming out of YO MOUTH
I'm hilarious
I mean, Shin thinks you're hilarious, not me !!!
(Fangirls don't kill me)
Like
You both got home after like, 10 minutes
The bitch dropped the second y'all entered the house
That's because he didn't accept pneumonias snapchat friend request
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foodiewithdahoodie · 1 month
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byler fic recommendations?
Hiya Anon! Lemme hook you up with the fics and also I'm gonna use this as an excuse to plug in some of my moots. What can I say, imma about to put you on like a shirt so here are my recs.
lips like sugar by @howtobecomeadragon (you want the most funny, cutest byler makeout fic involving kissing booths? Look no more cuz this little 6 chapter fic gonna have you screaming at the vibes. Personally, I've been reading all their stuff and it all hits so you can just go on and read every fic they got cuz Anon I call author's writing crack cocaine cuz I'm hooked.)
I don't quite know what to say (but I'm here in your doorway) by @mikeslawyer (in these parts out here you get the sweetest byler kisses and they're just so affectionate in this. Oneshot this be, but again, check out more of their fics cuz you will be well fed, aint not starving or going wrong with this author's body of work Anon!)
Every time you cross my mind (baby I get stupid) by @apassingbird (Anon, ANON, listen if you like byler having hickeys then c'mon on down! This short, sweet, simple and neat. Again, must rec that this author's body of work is the bees knees for quick reads when waiting at the doctor's office, waiting for your food to be done, a nice break in between studying. Those the vibes Anon. Am I selling it to you or nah? You buying it or nah?)
Teal Streaked Ribbons by @gardenfairie (when I tell you this had me clapping for byler for being on that healthy relationship goals life, Anon. Now the topic is heavy cuz it discusses sexual assault but spoiler alert "Mike and Will are truly a team in this and happy ending galore, no pun intended 😏" 2 chapters aint never told a complete story soooo good. You'll be eating this up. Also as always, check out the rest of their work.)
Helpless by @starsarefire824 (this fic really took s4's byler tension and upped the ante, Anon. Byler sharing a bed and they play truth or dare cuz you know they both liar liar pants of fire. Anyhoo it's so nice to see Mike and Will argue a lil bit but like besties do they make up. They too have an awesome repertoire of fics that capture byler from speaking about Will's trauma to byler being domestic af and it's just a variety I enjoy. It's byler being written like teenage boys cuz listen, I went to a co-ed Catholic school and the gay boys were gaying hard so I get reminded of that when I read their writing. Repression Byler never gets old)
This is Me Trying by @love-kurdt (Anon, now this one is really intense cuz it deals with sexual abuse, very real terrors of college life, Mike repressing himself and suffering through a toxic life style while in college away from Will, but when the byler love hits, it be hitting. Floored away by how this story relates so much to my irls who had to navigate young adulthood with no guidance and basically save themselves then wait for a hero so I get the rated E for this one since it's got real world issues that poor queer college kids endure/survive from).
I’m a Wreck (Without You Here) by @oldfashionedmorphine (Anon, you ever wanted a fic about byler as adults, like they're in their 30s, and it's mostly a Mike pov where he's an alcoholic but man is Will still a best friend to the end with this miscommunication trope that is so well done, I had to take breaks every couple chapters to process this glory. Cue that Martin Scorsese meme that goes "THIS IS CINEMA" cuz ngl this could be a film cuz I read it like it was. Plus, 2000s Byler Anon, like the playlist is fitting the times for real.)
nosebleeds from epiphanies (i took full in the face) by @karenchildress (Anon I LOVE THIS FIC. Cowboy Byler, I repeat, Cowboy Byler! And religious trauma splashed in, we done hit the lottery with this one. Plot twist too. I had the pleasure of getting a sneak peak and still got surprised lol. Did I mention we still get some horror vibes added as well. High key got reminded of the movie NOPE when I remembered this aint just a cute gay ship lol.)
Gosh Anon, I have so many more but I didn't wanna gush too much about my rec's. I just love storytelling and then reading all this here moved me so much I be telling my fam about them and they're like "What show is that" like they're that good. My folks don't know its just my moots freaking out about a fun little ship lol. I have downloaded these fics to take them wherever I goooooo. Hope I gave you some variety, I could make the list longer. But they're AO3 fics are works of art imho.
Anyway see ya later Anon, Anon, who got it going on!
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disneyanddisneyships · 8 months
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@gyubby99 I JUST heard this song and thought it fit when aponi was alive and a druggee....
I had no idea how to describe this when in the fanfic, so just imagine that everything is all fuzzy and she has like.... no idea where she is even though she's at home. She's just really dizzy and all that.
Warnings: mentions and descriptions of drugs, sex, alcohol, underage drinking, and major addiction.
Mind in a blender, so I just surrender To the thoughts in my head They sting me like bees, I cry and call it allergies So nobody knows I'm a mess
Lilly laughed as she took a smoke of some weed.
The room got fuzzy as she looked around before standing up, stumbling toward the bathroom.
She almost collapsed onto the bathroom sink.
I don't want to talk about it I don't want to talk about the monsters in my head I don't want to talk about it Don't wanna talk about the double vision I get When I'm in the silence The spinning gets violent Do you wanna try it?
As she looked in the mirror her reflection spun around upside-down.
She laughed at it hysterically before she went into the cabinet and took out a baggie of cocaine.
Stumbling out of the bathroom the walls all seemed to be stretching wider and then small, making her laugh some more until she was able to collapse onto her boyfriends lap.
Blurry Everything is blurry Thoughts are in a hurry Worried Everything is Blurry
"Oh God, Jace," Lilly moaned as her boyfriend made love to her in both of their fucked up states.
Lilly didn't even remember anything before then, and yet she didn't want to do anything to stop it.
She looked at her boyfriend's face with a drunken smile as she giggled.
Blurry, blurry Ah, ah, blurry, blurry Blurry, blurry Ah, ah, blurry, blurry Blurry, blurry Ah, ah, blurry, blurry Blurry, blurry Ah, ah, blurry, blurry
Lilly walked back to the bathroom, this time with a bottle of beer in her hand.
As she drank it the lights flickered and she stumbled, almost falling if it weren't for the wall.
She laughed again.
My revelation is my desperation Is only making things worse So I'll try apathetic, and if that doesn't get it I guess I'll just live with the curse
Lilly looked at herself in the bathroom with a smile on her face, laughing at how blurry her reflection was.
Her nose started bleeding before she took another swig of beer.
It caused her to tumble back a bit, so she sat on the bathroom floor and took another drink of it.
I don't want to talk about it I don't want to talk about the monsters in my head I don't want to talk about it Don't want to talk about the double vision I get When I'm in the silence The spinning gets violent Do you wanna try it?
Jason and Lilly made out on the couch, the different kinds of pills they had, scattered throughout the floor.
"You're so hot, baby," Jason murmured as he moved to kiss her neck.
Lilly moved her head to the side and put another pill in her mouth like it was candy before inhaling the cigarette in her hand.
Blurry Everything is blurry Thoughts are in a hurry Worried Everything is Blurry
Lilly sat on the bathroom floor laughing her ass off, her makeup stained onto her face and her lipstick smudged.
As she laughed there appeared to not be a wall behind her anymore as she fell on he rack looking up at the ceiling, still laughing out if her mind.
Blurry, blurry Ah, ah, blurry, blurry Blurry, blurry Ah, ah, blurry, blurry
Lilly laid in bed as Jason rolled off of her.
She laughed hysterically before smoking a cigarette.
Blurry, blurry Ah, ah, blurry, blurry Blurry, blurry
In her state, she dropped the cigarette onto her chest, causing it to hurt and for her to begin to sit up. Ah, ah, blurry, blurry
Aponi sat up in alarm, breathing heavily at the dream she had of her past.
Tears ran down her face as her hands shook.
She got out of bed quickly and ran into the bathroom to splash water onto her face.
When she looked in the mirror she got a flashback to when she was alive.
Aponi jumped back from the mirror, attempting to calm herself down with deep breaths before walking over to Theo's crib and making sure he was okay.
She took a deep calming breath and kissed her baby's forehead.
She heard a noise from behind her.
She waited for ut to get closer.... and closer.... until she was able to take out her holy knife, putting it to the suspects neck.... only to reveal the face of her husband.
However the fear on her face was imminent. Especially as her hands shook.
"Darling? What's wrong?" Alastor asked as he took her hand in his, putting he rknife back into her boot before standing striaght and pulling her close to him.
"I had another nightmare," Aponi stated.
"Come on my dear, I'll stay awake with you," he replied as he lead her toward their bed.
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In Great Britain, Queen Elizabeth II died at 96, ending a seven-decade reign. Parliament was suspended, soccer matches, fashion shows, and labor strikes were canceled, church bells were muffled, 96-round gun salutes rang out, and drug dealers offered discounts on cocaine and ketamine. In her final public acts, the queen accepted the resignation of former prime minister Boris Johnson, who, in a farewell speech, compared himself to a booster rocket and Cincinnatus, a Roman politician who returned from retirement as a dictator, and appointed as the new prime minister Liz Truss, who was supported by 0.3 percent of the electorate and who in 1994 described hereditary rule as “disgraceful.” Millions across the world mourned the queen, who refused to apologize for the monarchy’s role in slavery and colonialism, shaped legislation to exempt herself from racial and sexual discrimination laws, renewable-energy laws, and police searches, and didn’t pay income or capital gains taxes for over 40 years despite having an estimated net worth of over $500 million. “Our values have remained and must remain constant,” said the new king, Charles III, who does not have to pay inheritance tax. News of Charles’s accession was taken across Britain by heralds on horseback and to the Buckingham Palace bees by the royal beekeeper. “You knock on each hive and say, ‘The mistress is dead, but don’t you go. Your master will be a good master to you,’” he said. A Canadian citizenship ceremony was delayed after officials were confused about whom to swear allegiance to, a woman was arrested for holding up a sign that said FUCK IMPERIALISM, ABOLISH THE MONARCHY, and an 89-year-old woman who worked as an Elizabeth lookalike announced that she would retire. Prince Andrew, a friend of Jeffrey Epstein who this year settled a lawsuit accusing him of sexually assaulting a 17-year-old girl, will receive the queen’s corgis.
Harper's Magazine: Weekly Review
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chaifootsteps · 3 months
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I'm gonna fight the Miraculous anon
Marinette never gets punished.
Adrien hasn't done half the things she has and he always gets left behind. Season 3 homeboy was gonna give up his miraculous because no one would tell him wtf was going on. He is constantly being replaced in the show by side characters and Adrien, mister has all the high grades and extra curricular activities and knows like three languages, is treated like a stupid toddler
Let's just talk about that time they switched places yeah? Marinette as Lady Noir is constantly calling Adrien stupid and is literally perfect in that context. While Adrien struggles with the yo-yo, Marinette is a pro with his staff. But it made sense for Adrien to be capable with his staff early on because he has background in swordfighting.
Meanwhile Marinette is the worst human being. Chloe literally had a redemption arc ruined by that bitch and Marinette is played as the perfect character. She tells Chloe she can never be Queen Bee again despite still letting everyone else keep their miraculous after being revealed. And she never has to face the consequences for that, she is actually in the right guys. Everything Marinette does is seen as either a minor mistake or 100% justified, or in the case of her creepy ass stalking, it's funny and supposed to be cute everyone. Let's not at all talk about how she broke into his house and rolled all in his bed huffing his pillows like cheap cocaine.
Oh but her doing that ruined the future. No it didn't. Her writing her name did.
Marinette is awful and played as some patron saint of good and all her mistakes are handwaved as mistakes when in reality she is extremely unfair and abusive.
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dlaczego bee wygląda jak coś pomiędzy obszczanym żulem a twoim starym pijanym
Translation: Why does Bee looks like something between stinky hobo and your drunk dad?
Ponieważ tym właśnie jest XD, on jest perfekcyjnym połączeniem wypranego życiem człowieka z lekkim komplekesem piotrusia pana i twojego starego zapierdalającego w środku zimy w samych galotach po dworze by wyrzucić śmieci
I na dodatek kocha rock owo (inspiracją kinda Quillem ale kto kurwa nie kocha strażników galaktyki, jedyne co zostało fajnego w mcu po End Gamie)
I owłosione męskie cycki to sztos i ja mogę w nich ryć jak dzik na truflach XDDDDD
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Because he is literally it XD, he's perfect mix between tried of life man with small peter pan complex and your dad who is in middle of a winter going to throw trash outside only in his pants
Also he loves rock owo (inspired by Peter Quill but who doesn't love guardians of galaxy, good movies that was still a thing after End Game)
And male furry boobies are fucking awsome and i can suck them like cocaine XDDDDD
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iron-sides · 2 months
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oh my god cocaine babies
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expect the unexpected, pt. 2-
beetlejuice x reader smut (and a dash of fluff)
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you shifted slightly as the sunlight, bright in your eyes through your semi-sheer curtains, woke you. ducking down to hide your eyes in your pillow, you only found yourself nuzzled into something much colder, and even softer.
immediately, you were fully awake, eyes blown wide and a smile tugging at your lips. you prayed to whatever may be up there that when you lifted your head, your BJ would be the big chilly form that was pressed against you. that you weren’t imagining a bit more vividly than usual.
you lifted your head from his chest to find him smiling down at you, brightly. you couldn’t help but grin like a giddy little kid on christmas.
“oh, i knew it wasn’t a dream, beej!” you lifted yourself, putting your hands on either side of his face and using it as leverage, to pull him into an eager kiss. your morning breath mixed with his, well, dead guy breath. your lips were a little dry from the small amount of drool that had pooled on them. and it was the second best kiss of your life. you were on top of him, kissing him passionately—victoriously, and he was beneath you, trembling and doing his best to keep up with your pace. beads of sweat were building on his forehead, dampening the hairline of his bright pink and magenta swirled hair, and if he had the blood to blush, he would be cherry red and fiery hot. the tent built quickly in his pants, from the very moment you looked up at him that morning, in fact. like a little puppy. this is everything he’s wanted since day one. and yet, he was terrified, and he looked it, too. he was trembling and his muscles were tense and as motionless as they could be, despite doing all he could to return the kiss. his hands were still on your waist, but they stayed there, completely still.
“bee?” you pulled away from the kiss as the tension he felt became more and more noticeable, impossible to ignore. you’d never seen him this way. “you look… terrified?” he pursed his lips and dropped his eyelids, looking down between your two bodies.
“i guess… i guess i just find it all hard to believe.” you tilted your head and cocked an eyebrow, making it clear you didn’t understand. his shoulders and brows dropped at this, looking a little smug. “c’mon babes, you know what i mean.”
“i… i don’t, beej.” you laughed a little. “you can tell me, sweets.” you swiped his cheek with your thumb, face in the palm of your hands.
“you’re… holy moly, toots, you’re an angel. so kind, so funny, so damn beautiful, wholly and utterly exquisite.” he put dramatic theatrical emphasis on the last three words. “and then there’s me. dead demon ghost guy. kind of, maybe, a murderer for a little bit in my past, have been called on multiple occasions raggedy raccoon man, terrorizes people for fun, slightly addicted to crack cocaine—” you put a finger over his surprisingly smooth, pale lips.
“beetlejuice, listen to me.” you said, a little sternly and lifting his chin to make eye contact. “you’re my angel. that crack addict raccoon man is my own person angel. you’re the only one i want. and… as for the murders and frequent terrorizing… well, world could always use a little humbling, huh?” he chuckled a bit. he was pretty sure he could see you glowing with the sun behind you. he was pretty sure you were divine. “you’re a good being, laurence. your non-beating heart is still sweet deep down, and i want you, beej. i want all of you.” your rubbed his chest and fiddled with his suspenders suggestively.
“yeah but babe, that’s what i mean! look, you’re so kind, and considerate, and lovely and—” you quieted him with your lips on his.
“i’ll show you beej. i’ll prove it.” his hair was pink from root to tip, with only a few swirls of magenta left, and a little bit of blue. “will you let me do that?” he let out a short, breathless chuckle.
“y-yes, doll face. i… would love that.” he chewed his lip. “but what if—”
“oh, just shut up and take your clothes off, already.” slightly taken aback and thoroughly flustered, he took a few seconds to indulge the feeling of your lips on his neck, the scruff scratching and stimulating your lips, the damp of your tongue softening his skin, the beautiful pain of each hickey you left and the pure adoration he felt, before finally undressing himself with a quick wave of his hand.
you gasped as the hand that was on his clothed chest suddenly was against something much colder and quite harrier. you grinned and sat up, sitting comfortably on his lap. you stared down at your love with infatuation in your eyes.
“oh, sweetheart.” your hand gently wrapped around his neck before sliding over his body—to his shoulder and down to his chest, nails gently grazing one of his nipples as he whined louder than he expected to. your hand ran across the expanse of his stomach and down until it reached you, straddling his hips. your eyes ran all across his body, savoring every bit of him as you tried your best to burn the image into your memory.“you’re exactly how i imagined you.” to think that you imagined him, in the deep, private confines of your mind. he smiled sweetly, despite himself hardening even further (somehow) beneath you. you returned the smile as you lifted your own shirt above your head, wiggling out of the neckline. he whimpered at the sight of you, wordless. now he was sure you were glowing, that you were divine. you bent down above him on your hands and knees, kissing his neck briefly before running your lips down his body. a bite to his collarbone, a kiss and a light flick of your tongue on his nipples, and as you scooted down, a bold lick down his stomach. his body tasted similar to that of his lips, earthy and a little bit bloody, only his lips were a tad sweeter. your face was now just inches from his cock, and he ran his tongue across his lips as he awaited for your sweet lips to take him in. but alas, you didn’t. rather, you sat on your calfs at the very edge of the bed so that your face could kiss up his thighs, from the base to the jittery sensitive inner corners. his skin was on fire, and he couldn’t’ve asked for anything better. he couldn’t believe what was happening. the angel that fell for the demon. the angel that was on her knees before him, worshipping him and his body in all its glory. all he knew was that he loved the way your lips set him ablaze and that your words sent him into a frenzy. he was jittery and trembling a little. “just relax baby, okay?? i’m here.” you kissed just next to his cock and he whimpered with an affirmative nod.
as your lips finally crawled up his thighs to his cock, you flattened your tongue and licked a bold stripe up the base of him, leaving a light flick at his tip to lap up all the precum. his moan was uncontrolled and candid, and so so hot. your mouth engulfed his tip and your tongue circled it as you sucked.
“sit up a little more for me, baby.” immediately, he scurried up with his back to the headboard. you crawled closer to him and bent down so you could take him back in your mouth. he was huge, damn near intimidatingly so. you gave him a few light pumps and took his head in your mouth, your lips slowly taking in more and more of him, as far as you could before his tip was at the back of your throat. your hand pumped in sync with the bobbing of your mouth, your saliva drip down the base of him and soaking your hand. his moan was crazed.
“mmm—ugh, f-fuck baby girl, that’s so fucking good.” he squirmed, and couldn’t resist tangling his large hands in your hair. he used all the restraint he had not to fuck your mouth, worried you may not be able to take him all, but allowed himself to put a little bit of added pressure to your bobs. as your confidence grew, you took him in just a few centimeters more, now choking on him briefly before pulling back out a little for air. at this, his whole body tensed, and he let out a groan from deep in his chest through gritted teeth. you figured this meant he was close, so you sped up your movements and sucked just a little harder than you had been, as much as you could this time. you felt his body jerk and his hips accidentally push up into your throat, gagging you a tad before falling back down and cumming in your mouth. you hummed in delight as you swallowed it all up, trying your best not to lose a single drop. he tasted mostly salty, earthy and a little bit of something rotten.
you crawled back up, your face parallel to his again, and left an opened mouth kiss on his lips. he whimpered.
“feeling any better? a little more adored like you are?” he nodded, breathless and nonvocal. you smiled, but it soon turned to an opened mouth look of ecstasy as his cold, large fingers dipped into your folds and circled your clit.
“fuck, beej. oh my g-god.” you purred in his ear. “oh, someone certainly knows how to use his hands…” you panted as you rolled your hips, gliding with more pressure on his two fingers.
“oh, honey, you haven’t even seen what my tongue can do yet.” he let out a cocky laugh, and as egotistical as it was, you were delighted to see that he’d gotten his confidence back. that he felt loved again.
“well, you’re not gonna keep me in suspense, are you?” you smirked devilishly.
“yknow what??” he tapped a finger on his chin. “yeah, i think i will keep you in suspense, doll face.” he pulled his fingers away from you and licked your juices off of them before wiping them on his side. “just to see you beg.” you blinked and jittered your head a little in surprise.
“oh, beej, i am not begging.”
“well, then, i guess you’ll never find out.” you knew exactly what he was doing, as it was something you’d do yourself. naturally, though, you had a solution to your own problem.
“fine then. i’ll hold off from touching you as long as you can me.” you smirked as your hand moved down your body, finger tracing down your center mesmerizingly before reaching your core, dragging a finger across your folds. he gulped heavily, his adam’s apple bobbing intensely as he watched your fingers dive between your lips and play with yourself, deep into your folds and circling your clit. you threw your head back and played with one of your breasts with your free hand, riding you fingers as sensually as possible to egg him on, draw him in just to realize he can’t have you, and finally crack him. you could see the ‘oh fuck’ moment in his eyes as your two fingers delve inside of you and you bit your lip, looking him right in the eyes before they rolled back into your head.
“for fucks sake toots, fine.” he grumbled as he took your hand out of you himself and yanked you by your hips above his face. you fell forward a little, hands gripping the headboard and thighs holding onto his head to avoid falling from the pressure. the view from his eyes, body tilted forward, holding onto the headboard, boobs on full display for him to see from below, and the feeling of your thighs clenching his head, your juices practically dripping with arousal onto his lips, long nails bruising your hips. it was a moment he wanted to never leave. one he could happily to stay in forever. he lowered you into an awkward position, but supporting your body comfortably, close enough to reach his tongue out and lick up the length of your folds teasingly. you whimpered and squeezed the headboard, your thighs clenching his scruffy haired face, tingling your core and scratching delightfully as you rode the tongue delved deep into your folds. he alternated between laps, sucks, flicks, and kitten like licks. he sure as hell knew what he was doing.
“holy f-fuck beej. god, you’re so good. so, so good, baby.” your back arched abnormally and your hand clenched his knotty hair to support your body from buckling as the monstrously long muscle delve inside of you, fucking your tightness with his tongue. “oh, you’re… just—” you couldn’t speak through your moans as you rode his mouth and tugged his hair. he mumbled incoherent praises between licks and moans that vibrated against your most sensitive bundle of nerves. your whole body was in pleasure and a little hint of delightful pain, shaking above him as the knot in your stomach tied tighter and tighter. “oh, beej, i’m s-so fucking close. god, you’re gonna make me—” his top lip grazed your clit and the knot in your stomach unraveled against his face, into his mouth, onto his tongue. your moans took over any words of praise you would have said to him as he lapped up every bit of sweetness you gave him.
your body slowly relaxed as his grip on your hips loosened and he eased you off of his face and backwards to straddle his chest. you panted for a moment and leant forward to kiss his lips, tasting your own juices off of his scruffy beard.
“dirty little thing.” he laughed. “don’t you taste sweet, babes?” he purred, and you nodded as you crawled backwards onto his hips. he closed his eyes and panted, getting comfortable into the pillows. you leaned forward and supported yourself with your elbows on his chest. he smiled down at and caressed your waist.
“you… you didn’t think we were done yet, did you?” you grinned devilishly before it turned into a look of shock as he flipped you over and beneath him. you let out a soft, quick moan andfelt as though you were in heaven, euphoria rushing through your body as your dreams finally became a reality. you’ve imagined this moment since the day you met him daily—his thick thighs in between yours and spreading your legs, large arms, perfect for holding you, on either side of his head and his cold stomach pressed to yours. you gripped his chin and pulled him down to kiss you.
“i have dreamt of this moment since i laid eyes on you.” his magenta hair had rushes of pink shoot around it.
‘ditto.’ he thought, but was too speechless to respond. you were getting a tiny bit impatient.
“so, ‘babes’, are you gonna fuck me or not?” he chuckled through a moan and slid into you with ease. you both gasped as his head stretched you out.
“oh my days, toots, you’re so fucking tight.” he moaned, and it almost sounded more like a question than a statement.
“c-can you go slowly, please…?” his heart warmed and he nodded into the crook of his neck. “you… you can move.” he slowly pushed into you and you clawed at his back, pulling him down to kiss his neck and mask a moan with a bite on his shoulder. you took a few deep, whimpering breaths and before you knew it, he was deep inside you.
“god, babes, your pussy was made for me.”
‘you were made for me.’ he said in his head.
you clenched around him and he groaned into your ear. the air was caught in your throat, so you bucked your hips up into him. you moaned in unison, and his quick reaction was to fuck down into you
“oh my god, beej. you… you—” you couldn’t get the words out, your brain melting as his cock drilled into you at a deafening speed.
“such a whore for my cock, aren’t you toots? my little slut” you nodded while he moaned into your ear and nuzzled his head not your neck, his disheveled hair grazing your face, as your nails broke the skin of his back. a few drops of blood dripped down his shoulders and he smiled into you, loving the way the pain from you felt.
“oh, sweetheart, i-i’m gonna cum again.” you choked out.
“m-me too, toots. you feel so fucking good.” he cried, and as your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him into you as he came, a wave of obsession and love washed over him. “oh, i-i love you sugar—” he stopped dead, and threw a hand over his mouth. “i-i’m sorry i didn’t mean to say tha—” you beamed. those words felt like a trophy to you.
“i love you too.” all he could do was smile, a tear tugging at his eyes. as he came to his senses, he realized you hadn’t cum yet, and returned to pounding you into the mattress and rubbing your clit furiously. “f-fuck! god, b-beej, i’m gonna—gonna cum so hard.” you yelped as you came on his cock, staring him directly in the eyes. he would die to see you do that again, staring him down as your essence engulfed him. he pulled out of you with a groan, already missing the feeling of your pussy around him, collapsed beside you and snaked an arm under your head as you turned your numb body and nuzzled into his bare, soft chest. you stayed there for a few moments in the afterglow.
“did… you mean it?” he whispered into your hair. “do you love me?” a tear fell and dampened your scalp.
“completely, beej.” you kissed his collarbone. “i meant every word.” he whimpered.
“but will you still love me when the dopamine wears off?” he was barely audible, and his quiet voice almost sounded soft. you looked up into his tear filled eyes.
“i’ll love you forever, laurence”
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WHOOH i quite liked that one :’) hope all you beej whores enjoyed.
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