#i'm sure there are many i've forgotten that i'll probably remember tomorrow and go shit they deserved to be on the list but whatever

[pokimoko]

@pizzee Thank you for the tagging me to join in on the TV show tag game! I have the exact opposite problem to you in that I watch way too many shows. There's so many I've watched in the last few months alone that I've absolutely loved (Andor, Severance, Poker Face, The Sandman, The Last of Us, Vox Machina, etc etc) but for this I think I'll stick with the ones that I've connected to and cherished the most of the years. It wasn't required or even asked for but all of you are getting Backstory™ for these whether you like it or not. Anyway, in no particular order, here they are:

Moon Knight: Wow, I like the show that is now my defining personality trait? Shocker. But, no, seriously, I don't think I've latched onto a show or group of characters so quickly in my life, or so intensely before. This show has (as of posting this) made me write almost 200k worth of fic about it. I got bloody Discord because of this show because the brainrot was so intense. I am part of a fandom community for really the first time in my life because of this show. It's no exaggeration to say that this show has had a huge impact on me; the dinosaurs got off easy in comparison.

Lucifer: I started watching this show when Season 2 premiered way back in 2016 and I was there watching it up until the end. It was silly and emotional and heartwarming and campy, and the characters were amazing (do I own shirts that Ella Lopez wore in the show? Yes, yes I do.) and the music was excellent. This show loved the heck out of metaphors, and I am not immune to that. Or Tom Ellis.

The Owl House: I used to be obsessed with owls when I was younger (the 'Owls of Ga'Hoole' movie was my jam, and—I'm sorry Zack Snyder directed that??? What the f—ahem, sorry, as I was saying:), and while that particular interest faded over the years, I do remember I was drawn to this show because of the name, and then the premise, and then the characters (Hunter gets a gold star for making me go "argh this guy is annoying" to "I would die for him" within a span of two appearances), and then so, so many things. I've loved a lot of cartoons, many of which deserve a spot on this list, but this one just hits so many of the right notes for me. I will die mad that Disney robbed us of a full season 3, but I will always cherish what we got.

Adventure Time: The first show I ever binged in full, and essentially what kickstarted my career as a Tumblrite (my logo was Marceline for many a year—if you find my *gag* Wattpad account it'll still be there). I still have doodles for this show from when I was 14 (many of which were Bubbline, which was also my first ship). I am the silly little Tumblr fool I am today because of this show.

Avengers: Earths Mightiest Heroes: I used to watch this show on TV as a kid, random episodes here and there, never enough to truly understand what was going on but enough to know the characters. It was how I first came to know Marvel, long before I even liked superheroes, and it was the reason I watched 'The Avengers', which in turn was the reason I went and saw 'Age of Ultron' (the first MCU movie I ever saw at the cinema) and then, well, the rest is history. But it all started here, with this show. (Also, let's be real, the theme song slaps.)

Doctor Who: specifically the Eleventh and Twelfth Doctor's seasons, though I love Ten's as well (even if 'Midnight' and the following Library episodes—episodes I now adore—scared me off from the show for almost 7 years). I might have also been a little in love with Clara. This show has made me sob with true and utter grief (musical motifs that will make you cry without warning and other secrets your Doctor won't tell you!) and also made me feel like I'm taking acid. It's got the range darling.

Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood: I've watched this whole thing three times. It's just…It's good. It's really good. The world, the characters, the animation/visuals, the god damn narrative. I'm still in awe of how masterful this anime was. I aspire to this level of multilayered, intelligent storytelling… and also the level of comedy. It too has the range. And god I love when shows can do that well.

Bee and Puppycat: I used to watch the YouTube series for this (along with 'Bravest Warriors' and a bunch of other Cartoon Hangover shorts) as a tween and it's just a very fond, cosy memory for me. And now there's the Netflix version and it's been wonderful to not only get more of what was already there, but more to the story in general. My childhood self is being tucked into bed and wrapped in a blanket, content in the knowledge that things left unfinished are not always over.

That really is the tip of the iceberg of all the shows I've loved over the years but we'd be here for a month of Sundays if I went on about all them, so I'll take my leave now and pass on the baton. I'm going to tag @yellowocaballero, @mockspector, @theophagism and @aster-o1d. Have fun! :3

#tag game #tv shows #my stuff #nothing makes you realise just how many tv shows you've consumed until you have to narrow it down to eight #i'm sure there are many i've forgotten that i'll probably remember tomorrow and go shit they deserved to be on the list but whatever #i like to consume stories i will not apologise #(i've literally watched three whole shows in the last two weeks alone all of which i've really enjoyed) #you guys should just be glad I didn't start listing my favourite episodes for each of these shows #the desire to be mysterious and vague versus the insatiable urge to talk about things i like with people who might also like the thing #guess which one keeps winning? #hint: you had to scroll to read this entire post #anyway none of these are particularly niche shows so i have no doubt some of you have watched these which hey! cool! i like your taste #and you probably really like found family huh? #yeah i see you

[stanbillyhargrove]

Ghosts chp 25

It's my birthday today and today's the first no stress day all week! So I decided to put out my chapter early! 😊

A/N: the bathtub scene. It's here. Smut, abuse also a sleezy club

Neil's POV

"Bryce Torrance," I repeated, flipping quickly through the telephone book, "you sure?"

"Yes," Katrina answered, the memories flashing through our head again.

A young girl, naked and afraid in a strangers bed. His anger when she confronted him, the sneer on his face when he got away with what he'd done.

It set my teeth on edge, what this fucker got away with. I scribbled down addresses and went to the door, stopping quickly to look at our reflection. I'd raided the man's closet after throwing Katrina's clothes in the wash, finding an oversized flannel and jeans that would work for now. Lifted up the shirt to inspect an angry red scab on our ribs.

Old habits.

I couldn't feel it and neither did Katrina, but I'd have to stop and get some medication and bandages so it doesn't reopen or get infected. Can't have her getting sick.

--

We found him on the third try. Grown up now, with a white picket fence and a lovely little wife bouncing a child on her hip.

"Fuck," Katrina growled, "we can't do this."

I looked in the rear view mirror of the man's car from the cabin, made eye contact with Katrina.

"Cold feet?"

"He has a family, he's probably forgotten, made himself a better person."

"Does that atone for his past, him being a father? Does what he did not matter because he's married?" My heart twinged, thinking of what Olivia had said to me.

I knew Katrina was remembering what Olivia had told me too. I could feel the sadness mirrored in her heart.

"No," she whispered.

"I'll follow him."

--

I followed him for three days, from home to work and then to this building until late at night. A dark building, with no signs advertising what was inside. I got out of the car and walked up to the door, keeping my head low until I got inside.

A thick arm stuck out in front of me, barring my entrance.

"You lost little girl?"

I looked up to see a large bald man in front of me, dressed in an all black suit.

"I...I'm looking for a friend," I smiled tightly.

He grabbed my chin in his meaty hand, angling my face to look at our eyes, "interesting."

I scowled and pulled myself out of his hand.

"The boss will like those eyes," he smirked, "he'll be your friend. Give you a job too."

I tried to object but he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me through the club.

Inside was all black, with multi colored lights shining over stages and plush booths. A dead eyed girl twirled on a pole, extending herself out to grab a wad of cash from an older man. The song ended and she walked off the stage, slow like one would walk to their execution, and followed the man out of the room, behind a curtain.

Bryce has to be here somewhere, behind one of the many curtains. I just need to lose the bouncer. He led me to the back of the club, into a room with a huge leather couch and a dark wooden table.

"Boss'll be a couple minutes," he grunted, leaving me alone in the room.

I could feel our heart starting to race.

"I don't like this," Katrina whispered, "we shouldn't be here."

"Relax. I can handle this."

I only had a moment to look around the office before a man walked in.

Bryce.

"Evening, sweetheart," his voice was syrupy sweet, "word is you're looking for a job?"

"That's him," Katrina urged.

I nodded, "yes."

He walked over to the desk, dropped down into the chair and studied me.

"Well, no offense sweetheart, but you look like someone who's been sleeping in an alley, not exactly what we're going for here. We like our girls to look...irresistible, decadent...sinful."

I grit my teeth before answering, "I just moved, all my clothes aren't here yet. I stumbled in here on accident."

He leaned back, "well, which is it? Looking for a job or stumbled in here on accident?"

"Both. I need a job, but I didn't come looking for this place."

He laughed, "that sounds like fate to me. Tell you what, since you've got nice eyes," he pulled a handful of cash from a drawer and handed it to me, "buy yourself something pretty for me and come back tomorrow. We'll have...an interview."

Katrina was screaming for me to kill him and run. To not come back.

I extended a hand to him and smiled, "see you tomorrow."

"What the fuck?" Katrina yelled, "you had him!"

I glanced up at the rear view mirror, "and I'll have him again tomorrow, but I'll be better prepared. Have to have a plan, pet."

I felt her anger die down to a simmer when she grumbled, "fine."

"Now, direct me to your house. We need some things."

We slipped in and out Katrina's apartment without anyone noticing us. Retreated back down the staircase with a bag of clothes and things that Katrina had asked me to grab and bring back to the cabin. Slid back into our car and hunkered down when a blue car rumbled up and parked near the building.

--

Katrina's POV

The room with the giant pink tub was back. The spaces between the plants and around the tub were now filled with candles, casting a warm glow. Neil stood in front of me, a hand resting gently on my hip. The other came up to my face, his knuckles dragging softly across my cheek before cupping my face.

"Take some time to relax. We need to be prepared for tomorrow," he spoke softly, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

I closed my eyes and leaned into his touch, into the hard plane of his chest under my hand and the feeling of his fingers sliding up under my shirt. I could feel his chest rising as he breathed, could feel our heart beating faster in our chest.

If I let myself, I could easily forget my real life in exchange for this one. Stay here in a dream with Neil and not turn back.

Neil gentled my pants down my legs, waiting for me to step out of them before slowly standing back up, trailing his nose along my skin. A hand wrapped into my hair, the other settling on my naked hip and holding me close. He paused, his face a mere breath from my own and looked into my eyes. Paused there like he expected me to turn away and kissed me when I didn't.

Velvet lips pressed against mine, moved slowly and gentled my lips open. A sigh shared between lungs when our tongues met. I melted into him and felt his fingers tighten on my hip.

"Olivia," he breathed against my lips.

He froze instantly and pulled away, "I..shit, I should leave..."

I clutched at his shirt, "no, stay...please."

My hands twisted in his shirt, holding tight as I pleaded with him to stay.

His face softened a little before pulling me into his chest. Strong arms wrapped around my back, holding me to him as he tucked his face against my head. He let out a sigh and nuzzled into my hair, shoulders slumping as he relaxed into the embrace. Stayed like that for a minute before he started to pull away.

"Come on," he murmured, leading me towards the tub.

Neil held my arm as I climbed into the tub, sinking down into the steamy water. Turned to leave once more but was stopped by me clinging tight to his arm.

"Please, stay," I pleaded again.

He looked at me softly and smiled, leaning down to kiss me again. I pulled at him, wanting to be as close as possible. Slipped one hand down to grab the hem of his jeans. He pulled away, just enough to look into my eyes.

"Are you sure?"

I smiled, breathless, "yes..I want you."

He climbed into the bath with me, soaking his clothes and sending water splashing out over the side. Kissed me harder this time, exploring my mouth with his tongue. Captured my lip between his teeth and tugged, pulling a whine from my throat.

"Neil," I panted, fingers curling under his shirt.

He pulled back to remove the shirt and curled over me again, hesitating inches from my face.

"Do you think I'm a bad man?" He asked, eyes darting away from me.

I slid my hands up his sides, feeling the raised scars on top of hard muscle. His face dropped, shameful.

"No," I whispered.

He turned back to me, lip pulled tight to stop it from shaking.

I lifted one hand to his cheek, watched him close him eyes and press into it.

"I know you're not all bad. I know you're hurting," I soothed.

I pulled to close the space between us, bringing his lips back to mine and threading my hand into his hair with a sigh.

He kissed down my neck, nipping gently when I arched up into him. His hand smoothed over my hip to hitch my leg up to his waist before dipping lower to toy between my folds. A low hum against my throat when he slowly pressed a finger in. I moaned, writhing from his teasing, lifting my hips to meet his hand, begging for more.

"Such a needy little thing, aren't you?" He teased, smirking when he lifted his head to look at me.

I whined, stretching to try and recapture his lips. He leaned back, watching my gasps when he added a second and third finger. His hand moved slowly, just enough to keep me whining and needy. My hands shook as I fumbled to try and undo his pants.

"Look at you," he cooed, coming forward to kiss down my jaw, "I've only just started and you're shaking."

"Please," I begged, "I need you."

He wasted no more time and pulled away to tug his pants off before curling back over me and flipping us so I could straddle his hips. Water sloshed with the movement of my hips, grinding against him.

A coy smile when he grabbed my jaw in one hand, bringing me close for a kiss. Teeth sunk into my lip when he lined up and pulled me down. A breathless moan shared between us. My hand braced on his shoulder so I could ride him, rocking slowly. Neil's head tipped back against the tub, watching as I bounced.

Fingers moved from my chin, up and past my lips. I stopped bouncing and closed my lips around his fingers, sucking and swirling my tongue. Coating him in my saliva and gagging when he pushed them deeper. He pulled his fingers away and slapped me with them, smearing spit across my cheek.

I gasped and stared at him, shocked.

"Did I say you could stop?" He growled, rutting his hips up sharply.

"I'm sorry," I whined, starting to rock into him again.

We chased our release. Pulling hair, scratching and clashing teeth like we were fighting to the death. I was careening towards my orgasm when a strong hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing tight. I wrapped a hand around his wrist, my eyes brimming with tears as I started to get light headed. His eyes took on a cruel glint the harder he squeezed, like he could easily suffocate me without a care in the world. My head was swimming, darkness creeping around the edges of my vision. I was barely aware of Neil licking tears from my cheeks as I struggled to pull his hand away. My body went taut when I came, a silent cry dying on my lips as I blacked out.

I opened my eyes groggily to find myself leaning back against Neil's chest. Nuzzled into his wet skin with a sleepy moan.

"Good morning, pet," he murmured, kissing my head gently, "how do you feel?"

I hummed, sinking down into him, "good."

He lifted a soapy hand, letting the bubbles drip off. I smiled and blew them off before grabbing his hand in mine. A breathy laugh when he buried his face into my shoulder.

"Should we go to bed?"

--

I woke up in the afternoon in full control of my body for the first time since being stabbed. No voice in my head, no feeling of Neil in the background. I got up and started exploring the cabin. It had been scrubbed and put back together after our last time here. No sign of what had happened. Unless you knew to look. Then you would find the stained wood floor under the new rug in the living room and the now mismatched lamps in the hall. You would see a long scratch across the living room window. All evidence of the horrible night we spent here.

I searched the kitchen, pulling soup from the cupboard and putting it on the stove to heat up. Sprinkled hot chocolate powder into a mug and turned the kettle on.

Took my bowl and mug and went out to the deck to eat. Sat there and enjoyed the fresh air while the afternoon tick by.

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