#they’re naked in the show too I hate to break this to you

[dandylovesturtles]

I'm curious: what does the matching jaw scar that 100ft Leo & Donnie have look like? A single straight cut, multiple jagged marks, a burn, etc? Or would that be a spoiler for how they get it?

Also, do you have any additional notes on the turtles' appearances that you don't mind sharing? I like being able to make an accurate mental picture of them in my head!

It’s a single straight cut! It was done fast, by someone who was angry but knew how to make it hurt without doing permanent damage (outside the scar, of course, which has its own long term effects). They’re about an inch and a half or so long on each of them and have faded a little as they’ve gotten older (though they’ll never go away).

I’m not really a character design person |’D but for a couple things (cw: mentions of violence):

Donnie has a lot of scars on his arms, legs, and shell, some of them from cuts, many of them from being whipped in a way that flayed his skin, and some from burns (notably electric burns, not from a fire). The big one on his face is the only one on his head, though, because the scientists and guards aren’t supposed to injure his head. Donnie moves in a way that is generally seen as more animalistic and even predatory: he sways a lot, tends to swim rather than walk around his enclosure, slumps down and slinks around when he is walking, smells his surroundings for danger, bares his teeth as a warning, and, of course, bites and scratches whenever anyone gets too close. He also spends a lot of time buried in the mud at the bottom of his enclosure when April isn’t around. It’s quiet and calm down there; good thinking space.

Mikey also has scares, mainly from whips and electric burns, fewer than Donnie but more than Leo because Mikey gets punished for Leo’s mistakes or transgressions. He doesn’t have any of the stickers on his shell he has in canon, sad as that is. He moves more like he does in canon, though he does pretend to be less agile than he is so the scientists underestimate him.

Leo has fewer scars. The one on his face is the most prominent, and there’s also a faint one on his neck from the one time his shock collar got triggered (because you always need a little shock collar drama for Leo haha). He does more animalistic, defensive movements in front of the scientists when Mikey is around (like trying to puff himself up so he looks bigger).

Raph’s claws and spikes are really overgrown because no one trims them and he’s not provided a way to take care of it himself. He hunches way down when he moves, sometimes flat out crawling but usually with his arms just pulled up under him. He has cracks on his plastron like he does in canon, and a few places where they’ve had to patch him up with fiberglass. They don’t let him get shell rot but he’s not exactly healthy either. He can see fine but he relies on his sense of smell more than his sense of sight because he doesn’t usually trust what he’s looking at.

Also this probably goes without saying but none of them are wearing clothes, not even their masks. Eventually, once they get out, they do start wearing clothes both as protection and a way of self expression.

#100 feet and a world away #this was probably kind of boring but I’m not the fun character design person lol #they’re basically like canon but more scarred up #also don’t start with me about them being naked #they’re naked in the show too I hate to break this to you

[suzukiblu]

Day thirteen of fic NaNoWriMo; obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon AU.

Tim gets to the Gotham mall Tim Drake is meeting Superboy at fifteen minutes early because on-time is late, and is entirely unsurprised to have to wait twenty minutes for Kon to show up. Actually, if anything he’s surprised to only have to wait twenty minutes for Kon to show up. 

“Sorry I’m late. You will not believe this, but there was literally a cat stuck in a tree,” Kon says with a sheepish, guilty grin as he lands right next to him in full costume like that’s a perfectly normal thing to do, especially in Gotham. Tim is very glad he decided to wait in one of the security cameras’ more out-of-the-way blind spots. 

“I’m surprised the cat let you save it,” he says, raising an eyebrow at him. It is Gotham, after all. 

“He did not,” Kon says, making a face. “He tried to claw my eyes out and then jumped off my head and down into his owner’s arms, who proceeded to ask me why I thought I was too good to wear body armor.” 

“Well, why do you?” Tim asks, feeling a bit of quiet pride on behalf of his city. Gothamites have priorities. 

“Because anything that could hit me hard enough that I’d need body armor for it would trash the body armor anyway,” Kon replies matter-of-factly, gesturing illustratively at himself. “TTK only works on skintight clothes. Like, I did not go for Spandex as a fashion choice, it’s because anything else would shred right off me in an actual fight.” 

Tim feels his own eyes glaze over. 

“Uh-huh,” he manages vaguely. 

“Also I don’t know where I’d get body armor stronger than I already am anyway,” Kon says. “Cadmus doesn’t have any and that’s pretty much my whole supply chain, you know?” 

“Uh-huh,” Tim manages again, still attempting to reboot his brain. “Shred right off, huh?” 

“Yeah,” Kon says with a shrug. “It’s not exactly dignified, fighting crime naked.” 

“. . . uh-huh.” 

Tim blinks a few times. Blinks again. Then he shakes his head and forces the mental reboot. 

“First things first, are you hungry?” he asks. “There’s a pretzel place and a smoothie shop right over there, or we could just hit the food court.” 

“I could eat,” Kon says with another shrug. “I mean, who doesn’t appreciate a good smoothie?” 

“Well, don’t get your hopes up, Gotham smoothies are fine but unfortunately use a lot more frozen fruit than Metropolis ones,” Tim says, which is the one and only thing he will ever hear said against Gotham. 

“Isn’t frozen better anyway?” Kon asks, wrinkling his nose. “Fresh fruit makes it kinda watery sometimes. Frozen it comes out thicker and stuff.” 

Okay, well, Tim is apparently talking to someone who knows a lot more about smoothie-making than he does. Note to self. Also, what an incredibly weird thing for Kon to know. Like, even weirder than the caffeine. 

“Does it?” he says. “I just always hear fresh is better than frozen.” 

“From pretentious snobs who can grocery shop every day, I bet,” Kon snorts, rolling his eyes. Which . . . is a fair and accurate assessment, admittedly. “And it’s a smoothie, not a juice bar. They’re supposed to be frozen, yeah?” 

“Okay, well, in that case, guess we’re getting better-quality smoothies than I’d assumed,” Tim says. 

“Spoiling me, huh, pretty boy?” Kon says with a smirk. Tim experiences every possible flavor of mortification under the sun and smirks back. 

“If I wanted to spoil you, we’d be getting smoothies in California right now,” he says. 

“I mean, we could,” Kon says with a snicker, tucking his hands into his jacket pockets. 

“I appreciate the offer but that seems like a lot of travel time just for smoothies,” Tim says wryly. “Did you bring a change of clothes?” 

“No, why?” Kon says, looking puzzled. 

“. . . so we can hang out without anyone bothering you,” Tim says, wondering how that could've possibly not occurred to Kon. “Or interrupting the conversation every five minutes.” 

Kon looks–odd, briefly. Tim isn't sure why. 

“Hate to break it to you but I'm not exactly a scintillating conversationalist,” Kon says with a quick, forced smile. “You might want the interruptions.”

Tim thinks there might be a few more people to add to his supervillain vengeance hit list. Like, just possibly. Maybe. 

“What's your size?” he asks.

“Beats me,” Kon says, looking a little odd again. “I don't wear civilian clothes like . . . ever, really. Like, swimsuits at the beach, sure, but that's about it.” 

“What, never?” Tim asks, a little incredulous. Fucking–what is wrong with literally everyone Kon has ever known, for fuck's sake? 

“I mean, I have,” Kon says with an awkward little shrug, keeping his hands in his pockets. “Just not all that often, so I dunno what my size or whatever is.” 

“Okay,” Tim says, internally seething. Fucking Cadmus. Fucking Superman. Nobody ever even taught Kon how to fucking dress himself? How is that even a thing, for fuck's sake?! How is he supposed to ever get even five fucking minutes of being a normal person if he doesn't even own a goddamn pair of jeans?! 

Maybe Tim could do the supervillain thing a little bit earlier than planned. Like. Possibly. As long as he keeps the majority of his villain-ing outside of Gotham, anyway. That'd work, right? 

“Give me five minutes,” he says. “I'll be right back, just try to . . . uh, be . . . subtle, I guess.” 

Kon looks at him. Looks down at his bright costume and striking leather jacket. 

Tim despairs of his own capacity to do, like . . . anything. Ever. 

“Just wait right here, okay?” he says. 

“Okay?” Kon says skeptically. Tim takes the better part of valor and flees the scene. Four minutes and fifty-nine seconds later, he's back with a bag full of clothes that he eyeballed the sizes of that Kon hopefully won't hate, and that he also-hopefully eyeballed correctly enough. He's been learning how to do that more accurately, because you never know when you'll need to immediately get someone in new clothes in this line of work, but it's still a learning process. 

Kon takes out the dark wash skinny jeans and bulky forest green turtleneck sweater that should cover his suit effectively enough, as long as he takes off his gloves and jacket and maybe a belt or two, and the outfit's maybe a little heavy for the weather, especially layered with his suit, but it is Gotham and their chances of getting randomly rained on are higher than zero, put it that way. 

“You can get changed over there,” Tim says, pointing towards the nearest men's room. 

“What is this?” Kon asks, puzzledly rubbing the sleeve of the sweater between his fingers. 

“Cashmere,” Tim says, because obviously he sprung for cashmere. Kon wrinkles his nose, still looking puzzled. 

“It’s really . . . soft,” he says, almost hesitant. 

Tim doesn’t say “to be honest, I’ve always kind of assumed you’d appreciate nice textures more than most people, given the ‘tactle’ part of your telekinesis” and just shrugs. 

“I’ll get you something else if you don’t like it,” he says, and Kon bites his lip. “Or if it doesn’t fit.” 

“I mean–it’s just gonna get wrecked anyway. Like, I have a very developed history of wrecking things. Especially clothes,” he mutters, not looking up from the sweater. Which is, Tim cannot help but notice, not an “I don’t like it”. Actually, it’s just about the opposite of that, he can’t help but suspect. 

“Then I’ll get you another one,” he says with a shrug. “It’s just a sweater. I’ll buy you as many as you want.” 

“That’s very weird of you, man,” Kon says, rubbing the cashmere between his fingers again. “Like, you’re aware that buying superheroes sweaters is not a normal pastime, right?” 

“I wasn’t really concerned with being not weird,” Tim replies reasonably. 

“Uh,” Kon says, glancing at his face for a moment and then . . . pausing, briefly, before zipping off without actually saying whatever he was about to say. 

Well, alright then. 

Tim has several very weird reactions to the idea of Kon putting on clothes he picked out for him and immediately beats them all down because it is really not the time. Not even slightly is it the time. 

But Kon is also currently putting on clothes he picked out for him. 

Tim has possibly made a mistake or two here. 

Or definitely. Definitely Tim has made a mistake here, now that he’s considering how soft and pettable that cashmere actually was and the fact that Kon is about to be wearing it and therefore also going to be very soft and pettable and–

Tim has made so many mistakes here.

#timkon #tim drake #kon el #conner kent #young just us #young justice #long post #rinfic #wip: obligatory sugar baby kon

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

a/n: Honestly, I think she’s so hateful against Rhaenyra because: 

1. Rhae-Rhae has choices, and freedom and follows her heart. Where Alicent feels as if every actions has a consequence and she’s doing everything right, so why isn’t she rewarded. 

2. She loved Rhaenyra; romantically. And she wants to be with her, or be her. 

Either way, I think she needs to let her hair down and go against what’s expected of her. (But that’s easy for me to say, since I’m not in her position.) 

I would LOVE to hear your thoughts! Please comment -

SFW🌿

⭑ You attended court in the years that passed from childhood to adulthood. 

⭑ Where Alicent changed from love, to dislike to hatred against Rhaenyra. 

⭑ And even though you were good friends with the Targaryens, you were enamored by Alicent. 

⭑ The warm waves of her hair

⭑ And the power she held, even without speaking 

⭑ She was a queen, and you couldn’t resist

⭑ You became a sort of confidant for her, a safe person with who she could express her thoughts without judgment. Unlike the King, you heard her, you listened to her. 

⭑ There was a silent understanding on roles, and expectations 

⭑ And Alicent didn’t know how good it felt to be seen, not just on the surface, but deepo within

⭑ I won’t lie, her kids freak you out a bit. But you have the closest relationship with Haelena. 

⭑ She’s a lovely young girl, who yes, does speak otherworldly, but you too feel like you weren’t meant for this world

⭑ Alicent likes that someone gets her daughter, because she certainly doesn’t 

⭑ You don’t get along with Criston Cole. Even if you don’t know what transpired between him and Rhaenyra, you get the incel vibe from him

⭑ And you overheard how he spoke about Rhaenyra. So he immediately put himself on the dislike/untrustworthy list 

⭑ You take many walks in the garden with Alicent, that’s how you show to the public that you’re only friends

⭑ But because Alicent has someone on her side, someone that she can break the rules with, without anyone knowing ... her hate for Rhaenrya subsides overtime 

⭑ Maybe her plight for Aegon on the throne quells 

⭑ And she feels more secure in the house hold 

⭑ Relationship Tropes: 

  ✧ Forbidden Love

  ✧ Mature/Responsible (Alicent) x Snarky/Fierce (You)

  ✧ Insane Sexual Tension

  NSFW🔞minors dni!

⭑ I think Alicent is very passionate - she has a sexual side of her that no one has seen. And not even Viserys. 

⭑ Alicent didn’t know sex could be so pleasurable, that it could be ... fun

⭑ The first time you were intimate, Alicent absolutely ravished you. Like a hungry animal, she attached herself to you and her lips only left your body to come up for air. 

⭑ She was a wave of hands, mouth, teeth and tongue. Tearing off your clothes and trying to get you to bed. But you didn’t make it that far. 

⭑ The ground had to suffice. Since Alicent couldn’t wait any longer. 

⭑ You had never felt anyone so wet, so ready to be fucked

⭑ The noises she makes ... they’re so breathy and without any constraint 

⭑ Very kinky

⭑ Likes to be spanked, her hair pulled and especially loves fingers down her throat

⭑ Oh and she will wait for you on her bed, nothing but her best jewelry on

⭑ Alicent wants nothing more than her naked body pressed against yours 

⭑ And when she plays with herself, you’re always on her mind

⭑ I do think Alicent would change if she was properly fucked. It would  ease an ache that she had since marrying Viserys 

⭑ It made her feel like she had power; over herself and her body

#alicent hightower #alicent hightower imagine #alicent x reader #alicent hightower x reader #alicent headcanons #alicent hightower headcanons #GoT #A Song Of Ice And Fire #Fire and Blood #fire and blood headcanons #a dance of dragons #House of the dragon #house of the dragon headcanons #got x reader #hotd #hotd x reader #headcanons #reader insert #fanfiction #witchthewriter

[1427]

When the Levee Breaks (pt. 2)

Daryl Dixon x OFC

The one in which a stripper that used to know Merle and Daryl shows up at the Atlanta camp. Daryl’s feelings are complicated but mostly he hates her. Right?

Chapt. Setting: preTWD (3 years before the first chapter), some strip club in podunk Georgia

Chapt. Warnings: degrading and sexist language, preTWD Daryl, implied/referenced drugs/drug use, strip club?, sexual themes

Word count: 1900

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A/N; Daryl’s POV story. Sorry ‘bout it. 🤷🏼‍♀️ 17+ mdni

I don’t know why I believe Merle when he tells me we’ll only be here 10 minutes. “In and out, little brother. You know we got things to do.” He says it like I’m the one that’s gonna wanna stay longer. I roll my eyes but don’t say anything. And get out of my truck that I let him fuckin’ drive. Whatever. 

Lighting another cigarette, and kickin’ my feet, I start walkin’ toward the building. 10 minutes, huh? 10 minutes is 10 minutes too fuckin’ long at this shitty titty. Don’t even believe that Merle believes we’ll only be here 10 minutes. 

I  hate places like this, but especially fuckin’ this one. Nuzzled right smack fuck next to the only highway in the middle of the fuckin boonies. And it wasn’t like it was the only strip club around neither. Real classy joint not even a mile away, can’t even smoke in that one. Maybe that’s why I never been. 

This place? It ain’t even a strip club really. Just a dive bar with a little fuckin’ stage on one wall and some booths in the back. All of it looking like it was held together by strings of Christmas lights. Yeah. Really. 

I don’t know personally, but Merle said the lap-dance booths are old fuckin’ church pews. Talk about getting on your knees and praying, right? Naw, the place we’re walkin’ into has a reputation, even for us, it’s a real dive. A real fuckin hole on the wall. 

I walk in and Merle’s already sittin’ down at the bar. No bouncer, never is. Not at this fuckin’ place. 

Merle says he’s gotta meet up with some guy he’s never met before for his ice. I hate doin’ this shit. But this is what we’re doin’, where we’re at. 

Some tough guy named Beatle, that’s who I thought we were meetin’. Hell, maybe Merle did too. But as I take my seat I hear it in a girls voice, right fuckin’ behind me. “Hey, I’m Beatle.” Too happy, way too fuckin’ happy for this fuckin’ place. But, I guess, not hard to be happy when you’re all junked up on spazz shit. 

Tsch. I already know exactly how this shit’s gonna go. “Well, holy hell didn’t know we was meetin’ a lady!” Merle swings around and damn near breaks his neck gettin’ a look at this girl. “And a damn pretty one at that.”

I don’t look behind me to check, but I truly fuckin’ doubt it. Merle’s blowin’ smoke or he’s already fuckin’ high. No girl that works here is actually pretty. Not even hot. Not even fuckin’ fuckable. Usually, not even for Merle. I zone ‘em out but soon she’s takin’ him back to the booth’s and I catch a glimpse of her right before they disappear behind the curtain. 

Only saw her for a second but long enough to know she actually wasn’t bad lookin’. And young. Way too young and pretty to be here, that’s for damn sure. Made me feel more sick about the whole thing. Not that I felt sorry for her or nothin’. Just some dumb little girl too stupid to not do shit like this.

Whatever. The bartender asks me what I’m drinking. Whiskey. Like usual. The bartenders a chick too. Any of these dudes feel like roughin’ up any of these girls and they can. Nah, no bouncer, no male bartender, not even a fuckin’ shotgun above the bar just to let ‘em know. 

Fuck this fuckin’ place. 

After a minute Merle and fuckin’ ‘Beatle’? Tsch, what the fuck ever.  - come barreling out of the booths. Laughin’. Merle’s arm around her naked waist like they’re on their fuckin’ honeymoon. 

In this kinda place you don’t have to go to the back to do a little drug deal. Hell, seen ‘em happen right on the bar. She probably just wanted the extra 15 dollars she gets when she takes some loser back there.

I stand up, we’re done here. Merle got his stuff. I finish my drink, and I’m ready to leave. Feeling the disgusting damp air soakin’ through my clothes. But Merle and Beatle sit down and order shots. 

10 fuckin’ minutes, huh? 

They’re talkin’ business. Well, Merle’s trying to and this girl just won’t shut the fuck up. “Yeah, yeah. I can hook you up sometimes, just gotta go down to the city. My guy gets weird when I try to get bigger amounts so if you’re going to want it a lot, stay wanting it a lot.” Jesus, does she think she’s making sense? Maybe she is. Damnit. Can’t fuckin’ concentrate with the speaker right next to me. Or maybe it’s just the pitch of her fucking voice. It’s makin’ my head hurt. 

 She’s talkin’ - some story about her guy being so paranoid he cut up all the wires in his walls. Stupid fuckin’ bitch needs a new guy, doesn’t even care she’s putting herself in danger. Why would she? She works fuckin’ here. Don’t care about how much danger she’s in or isn’t in… but hearing about it? I finally cut in to their ‘conversation’, “You think a man half losin’ his mind is funny?” 

“Yeah, kinda. Not my fault he can’t handle his shit.” She says it back like she ain’t even phased. Like she don’t even understand ‘m talkin’ about her own well-being. Like her own safety wasn’t even a fuckin’ consideration. Dumb fuckin’ bitch. 

I shake my head at her and pull out another cigarette. Smokin’ one after another. You gotta in a place like this.  She whispers to Merle “Who’s that?” Wow, her voice does get quieter. I shake my head and laugh to myself. 

Merle had been too invested in his new prize to even introduce me. “Oh, that’s my little brother, Daryl!” His voice hoarse and jovial. I brace for it, Merle pulling me half off my barstool. Squishing my face in his hand like I’m some fuckin’ little kid. I go to push him off but she says, “He‘s cute.” And I open my eyes to see her happy fuckin’ face. All glittery and done up and stupid. She really was pretty. Real fuckin shame. 

Merle huffs and I’m pushed back in my seat.  Never likin’ the attention on anyone but him. “He ain’t nothin’. Doesn’t know how to treat a lady.” 

Like I’d want ‘er. 

This goes on for another 20 fuckin’ minutes until Merle gets up to go to the bathroom. ‘Beatle’ immediately takes his seat, getting all personal with me like she’d been with Merle. Too close. Without asking if she could even sit there. Just fuckin’ assuming any dude would want her. And her voice grates again, closer this time. “Hi, I’m Beatle.” Christ, I bet she ain’t even got two brain cells left. 

I laugh at her, “Yeah, got that.” Shaking my head, blowing out smoke, not looking at her as I try not to laugh harder. 

“Right…” she says, sighing. She’s lookin’ down at her hands all awkwardly. As if I just put her down. Scolded her. Actin’ like a nervous fuckin’ dog all of a sudden. 

She plays with her fingers, chews on her lip, looking all around the room ‘cept at me. It was like a fuckin’ display of awkwardness. Fake as shit. Just pretendin’ to be uncomfortable. 

Her eyes finally land at her drink, which she happily fuckin’ takes and starts chugging it. Like a good drunk bitch would. And I watch. As she leans back to grab her glass, exposing her bare chest, her bikini top sort of pushed on haphazardly over her breasts. Like she’d just ripped it down and didn’t mess with it at all, just made sure her nipples were covered. I start wondering what color her nipples are when she yells out, like everyone wants to fuckin’ hear her, “Shit! It’s my turn!” 

Her hooker heels clopping to the stage. So fuckin’ unattractive. Just when the whiskey was starting to let me enjoy somethin’ about ‘er. 

Don’t have to wait long to find out what color her nipples are. Just one song. 3 minutes and 55 seconds. The fact that she dances to Zeppelin just makes me hate her more. Typical, but not bad or nothin’. Not annoying like what I’d figured a stripper named fuckin’ Beatle would dance to. Fuckin’ shame she was. 

I’m almost enjoyin’ watchin’ her, from the mirror on the back wall that faced the stage, until Merle walks outta the bathroom. Until Merle sees Beatle on stage. 

Already knowin’ exactly how this shit is gonna go. 

I put my head down right before Merle’s hootin’ and hollerin’ like he’s lookin at the virgin fuckin’ birth. Arms all outstretched like he’s welcoming the baby fuckin’ Jesus. And shit if that didn’t actually make me laugh. 

Lookin’ back in the mirror I see Beatle and remember she’s only dancin’ ten feet to my left. And maybe I can’t help myself because I look over.  

Beatle on her knees. One hand in her hair and the other on the pole between her legs, her hips rolling over and over like she’s riding a fuckin’ dick. Can’t take my eyes off ‘er at first. Eyes closed, mouth half open - taking her hand out of her hair to bring her thumb to her teeth. Biting on it as she rolls her head down. And she opens her eyes and looks right at me. 

I turn around and light another smoke.  Trying to pretend that I didn’t fuckin’ see that. That whatever the fuck she was doing on that stage wasn’t as intimate as it fuckin’ was. Even for a strip club, it felt like too much. Even before she looked at me. Showing people too damn much of herself. I bet that’s exactly what she looks when she rides a cock. 

Not mine. Nah, I’d have her face contortin’ somethin’ different. Tsch. 

Merle comes back to his seat when Beatle walks off stage. Both of ‘em coming down to bring the party back right where it didn’t belong. 

Beatle’s voice only gets more annoying and it’s giving me a damn headache. No patience left in me I pull on Merle “Thought you said we have shit to do.” 

“Plans change, little brother.” 

“Not mine. I don’t wanna be here.” 

“Aw, but Beatle likes you. Don’t ya, Beatle?” Her eyes lighting up like it’s fuckin’ Christmas. 

“Yeah, Daryl, come on! Stay! We’re havin’ fun!” Walking over and throwing her arms around me like she’s never had someone tell her no in her whole damn life. 

“Naw, I’m goin.” Standing up, shoving her off me. And she gives me that look again. Like a beat fuckin’ puppy. Whispering sorry under her hand like she actually feels bad or somethin’. 

I tell Merle to hurry up before throwin’ some cash on the bar and getting the fuck out of there. Waitin’ for Merle in the parkin’ lot. More pissed off than when we got here. Like I knew I was gonna be. 

Merle stumbles out a coupl’a minutes later, “Damn, what you have to go and do that for? Actually hurt her damn feelings.”

“She don’t got ‘em, Merle. She’s tweaked out of her head. She’s fuckin’ fine.” Sayin’ it harsher than I mean to. Always fuckin’ do. 

But I’m right, ain’t I? Frying her fuckin’ neurons on anything she can get don’t she? “Dopamine Barbie doesn’t need feel good shit from me.” 

She don’t matter anyway. Just some stripper bitch Merle was gonna be obsessed with. Cuz she sold him some drugs and she’s got a nice rack that she’s willing to show him for some ones. 

I tell Merle next time I’m not comin’ with.

pt 3 

#daryl dixon #twd daryl #the walking dead daryl #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixon x oc #daryl dixon smut

[britany1997]

The Lost Boys watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer:

This is longer than anything I’ve written up to this point already so if y’all like this I’ll do a part two.

(Part one-Seasons 1-3) (Spoilers for BTVS)

•Paul makes them watch it

•They’re like, ‘Why would we watch a show about a vampire slayer? Haven’t we lived that nightmare?’

•He’s like ‘wait wait wait you guys, the vampire slayer is a hot girl AND she has SEX with the vampires.’ Nightmare? More like wet dream

•They’re like 😮😮😮

•So they watch it

•They see her in the first episode and they’re like damn we got two 12 year olds with god complexes and they got this hot blonde chick???

•There is no justice.

•Paul is IN LOVE with Buffy. He watches the show with heart eyes fr

•The boys are like, ‘Paul she’s a slayer it would never work’ and he’s like, ‘I could fix her😍’

•Dwayne sighs

•The first couple of episodes are hard for them to get through, but Paul’s like, just power through it

•They think Cordelia is hot

•Angel’s introduced and they’re like, dude this tall quiet guy who reads a lot is just like you Dwayne!

•Once they find out that Angel’s a vampire that doesn’t even eat people, Dwayne’s pissed.

• “Damn, they made your guy a pussy.” Marko gets a pillow thrown at him

•Once they find out he gets the girl though they’re kind of like, gotta do what you gotta do I guess

•They hate Xander. HATE HIM.

•They grumble every time he comes on screen

•1. They think he’s annoying as hell and 2. He’s trying to steal Buffy from Angel??? LET HER FUCK VAMPIRES XANDER

•Buffy dies in the season one finale and Paul LOSES IT. He’s like, ‘there was not one single vampire hookup wtf??? All we got was some slow burn shit???’

•Oh she’s back, nevermind.

•In season two Spike shows up and they do a double take

•Marko, Paul, and Dwayne silently look at Spike, then at David, then at Spike, then at David again

•Paul says, “…is that guy supposed to be you?”

•David’s narrows his eyes and says, “I don’t see it.”

•The boys all exchange looks and then Marko says, “yeah he has a British accent and a great haircut, he’s wayyyy hotter than you.”

•Marko gets a boot thrown at him

•Marko WANTS to add that Spike doesn’t need high-heeled boots to look taller but he’s on thin ice so he keeps his mouth shut.

•Spike is a total bad ass with a hot crazy vampire girlfriend

•They’re like damn where are our hot crazy vampire partners????

•No. Justice.

•Paul says, “well, Marko’s our hot crazy vampire partner.” And Dwayne and David are like true true.

•Marko grumbles like ok but where’s MY psychopath

•Then they watch Spike get hit over the head with an axe by Buffy’s MOM and they all get second hand embarrassment, like yikes

•They’re like, ‘Lucy never could’ve pulled one over on us like that’ embarrassing.

•When Buffy fucks Angel they’re like FINALLY

•Angel turns into Angellus and eats someone in the next episode and Paul jumps up and yells “I knew he was fakin’ it!”

•Marko, David, and Dwayne groan. Dwayne’s like ‘just listen’

•Later that same episode Buffy blows up the bad guy with a bazooka and they’re like ‘damn we’ll take the twelve year olds’

•They love that Angel tortures and eats people now

•David literally pulls out a notepad and takes notes

•When Angel kills Jenny and stages the murder scene for Giles he and Marko each shed a single tear at the artistry. They’re impressed.

•Paul’s like, when are they gonna fuck again?

•When they see how Angellus turned Drusilla crazy they’re like ohhh ok so that’s how we get the hot crazy vampire partners

•Now Marko’s taking notes too

•Xander lies to Buffy so she thinks there’s no chance of saving Angel and Marko’s like, ‘can Angel just eat this guy?’

•Spike and Buffy team up? (Hot). Angel gets cured? Buffy kills Angel?????

•They take a break for blood after the season 2 finale, it’s a lot to process.

•Faith comes into town in season three they think she’s HOT

•Paul ships Faith and Buffy

•He also ships them with him😍

•ANGEL IS BACK???? AND NAKED???? COULD THINGS GET ANY BETTER????

•Paul is literally drooling through the entire episode

•They’re bored by angsty Angel he is nice to look at though they miss Angellus

•Willow and Xander kiss? Dwayne, who’s been pretty quiet the whole time, says “she could do so much better.” They all nod

•They literally think “the dog” is a better choice for her

•Xander is the biggest vampire cockblock ever they hate him so much

•SPIKE’S BACK

•His hot crazy girlfriend dumped him. Damn.

•They pause the show to pour one out

•They love Spike so much

•He’s basically David at this point and they love David. (David especially loves David so he’s a hugeeee Spike fan)

•Paul’s favorite episode is Bad Girls

•He rewinds and replays the scene where there dancing together at the bronze. Like a lot.

•Dwayne confiscates the remote after the 8th playback

•Their jaws drop when Faith kills someone, but they’re on her side.

•Marko’s like, ‘It’s not that deep Buffy, geez’

•They appreciate the use of chains in the show

•Faith is evil now? Hell yeah.

•The show needed another hot evil female character. She’s not a vampire but they’ll take it

•Hot crazy vampire Willow the next episode, fuck yes!

•Angellus is back? Just what this season needed

•He’s Marko’s favorite character

•This torture scene is weirdly erotic? David and Marko love it.

•Angellus isn’t back???? Their jaws are on the floor

•Marko’s low key disappointed but he appreciates the plot twist.

•They all miss Spike

•They love Faith but they hate the mayor.

•Second biggest vampire cockblock fr

•Also he eats bugs? What’s up with that?

•Angel gets shot by a poison arrow? Dwayne says he’ll stop watching if Angel dies, he grew on him.

• “Nooo Faith don’t die you’re too sexy ahaha”

•They HATE the watcher council, especially Wesley. They think Angel should get to eat him.

•Angel feeds from Buffy? They’re jealous.

•Paul is HELLA jealous

•He yells at the TV like, “THAT SHOULD BE ME”

•They finish season three, the gang beats the bad guy blah blah blah, but ANGEL LEAVES

•They all agree there needs to be another sexy vampire in season 4 to fill the hole Angel left

To be continued???

#i wrote it #and then I made my roommate proof read it #the lost boys #lost boys headcanons #tlb #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #david lost boys #dwayne lost boys #marko lost boys #paul lost boys #buffy the vampire slayer #btvs #spike

[theloversarcana]

Random Ann headcanons because I’m bored

♡An absolute menace while driving, please don’t put her behind the wheel

♡(She has a lot of road rage and is pretty reckless when it comes to driving)

♡Is very scared of ghosts but Shiho keeps trying to get her to use a ouija board in old abandoned buildings

♡Has breakdowns often and can immediately be calmed down by the promise of Ben&Jerrys Phish Food ice cream

♡On that note, is a massive crybaby

♡Beautiful Princess Disorder (ifykyk)

♡Has to wear fake eyelashes 24/7 and feels naked without them

♡When she has enough energy to do makeup but not enough to do a full face her essentials are: winged eyeliner, fake lashes+mascara, blush, a red lip and her fav Fenty highlighter (Diamond Bomb in Rosé Rave)

♡Her parents are rich and she has expensive taste in most things, constantly tries to give her friends money and buy them things but they always refuse

♡(As she gets older her parents slowly stop sending her money and she has to learn to fend for herself)

♡Flips back and forth between “I am the most beautiful person in the world” and “I am so ugly I hate myself and I want to break every mirror in my house” very often

♡Has an absurdly large collection of candles

♡Is very indecisive (and picky) about her signature fragrance. Has tried many, many perfumes but still hasn’t found the perfect one so she smells different almost every day

♡Really bad ADHD, has medication but always forgets to take it

♡Her absolute fav color is red and she has to have everything in red. Pink is second but red will always be #1

♡Sanrio girlie through and through

♡Loves binging shitty reality tv shows like Too Hot to Handle, Jersey Shore, Say Yes to the Dress, and any Gordon Ramsey shows

♡Her guilty pleasure food is Chik-Fil-A (pretending Japan has it)

♡Her main music taste is 2000s-2010s pop (Ke$ha, Britney Spears, etc) but has a very large variety of music she likes

♡Her go-to breakdown song is What Was I Made For? by Billie Eilish (also she cried at least 4 times during the Barbie movie)

♡Shiho loves going to antique stores and trying to buy cursed objects which upsets Ann GREATLY

♡(A real interaction that happened) Shiho: *holding a crowbar* This object has really intense energy.. you think someone murdered someone with it? Ann: DONT YOU DARE THINK ABOUT BUYING THAT

♡Was a Legend of Zelda girlie as a kid and still loves the series. Zelda is one of her biggest kins

♡Mean girls is her favorite movie

♡Is a practicing pagan* with Hecate as her patron goddess

♡*I say practicing lightly because she often completely forgets about it and is terrible at keeping up with holidays, routines, rituals etc

♡Has a drinking problem

♡Vomits incredibly easily, accidentally vomited on Shiho once

♡Listens to true crime podcasts while doing her makeup

♡Uses said true crime podcasts for ideas for her plan in her head to murder Kamoshida and get away with it

♡Besides Zelda her other favorite franchises are Barbie, Studio Ghibli, Sailor Moon and Monster High

♡Ryan Gosling is her celebrity crush and she especially fell in love with him after seeing him as Ken

♡Is definitely dating Shiho but could also be dating Ryuji, Futaba and/or Goro (everyone loves her)

♡She is besties with Akira (though this is very specific characterization of Akira who is transfem and straight)

♡They’re strictly best friends but they have no boundaries. They will take baths together or make out because they’re bored and lonely

♡Had to cut her hair to a bob once because her split ends were getting so bad and she cried for a week

♡Is INCREDIBLY protective of her friends and will drop anything to help them. Has been the shoulder people cried on many, many times

#I know some people are offended by the beautiful princess disorder thing but it’s a joke I have BPD and humor is my coping mechanism #these are all hyper-specific because I’m an ann fictive and this is all just shit about Me lol #I know I’ve mentioned I’m an ann fictive like 50 times on this blog in the past week or so but I do not care ♥️ #also sorry it’s so long oops!! #ann takamaki #persona 5 #p5

[sinswithpleasure]

Showing It All

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A/N: This is for @asmodeussoularium, and also for me. I do not expect for this to get any notes, I don't expect anyone to even like or read this. In fact, I expect most of you to hate this, and I don't care. I wrote this almost entirely for myself only, and it's purely self-indulgent because I think this is crazy hot, and you'll just have to accept that it's a thing. Feel free not to read it if it isn't your thing—I get it.

Tags: Camgirls!01-line, Exhibitionism, Pissing (a LOT), Squirting, Scissoring, FxF.

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"Hihi, everyone~!"

Choi Yerim, known among specific circles online as "cherrycherrychoerry", waves hello to the camera propped up in front of her. She smiles at the waves of donations and chat messages that begin to pop up, and she waves harder at the camera. 

"I'm with a special guest today! Come say hi!"

Next to her, Son Hyeju, known online under "wolfieolivia" waves and grins at the same camera. Both girls are clad in oversized button downs. 

"Today, both Livvie and I have a very special stream for you all." Yerim smiles, and her eyes glint. "We're going to do something that we've never done for this collab. I'm sure you all know we've been planning for this collab for a while now. The first has to always be awesome, doesn't it?"

Hyeju nods, her grin mirroring Yerim's, and she fiddles with the buttons on her shirt. She leans towards the camera, as if to let the viewers in on a little secret. 

"We've wanted to do this together for a long time, so give us lots of love, okay?"

At Hyeju's nod, both Yerim and her begin to undo the buttons to their shirts. Bit by bit, more and more of their skin is exposed to the camera lens for their viewers. Donations pour in for the stripping girls, and when their shirts fall open, Hyeju helps to tug Yerim's off her shoulders before she removes her own. Both girls kneel in front of the camera naked as they admire the other's body.

"Wow, Livvie… I knew you looked awesome, but off camera… fuck, you're so hot…"

"You're so beautiful too, Choerry. I'm already so wet looking at you."

"Oh, you perv." Yerim slaps Hyeju's shoulder, and she reaches a hand over to caress Hyeju's lower abdomen. She giggles when Hyeju's breathing grows slightly shaky, and she caresses her own too. 

"You drank so much water, didn't you? Your bladder bulge is so big." 

Hyeju moans softly at the pressure, and she retorts, “Same for you, isn’t it, Choerry? Yours is just as big.”

“Mmhmm! Just a bit longer, Livvie.”

Yerim turns to the camera and winks, her hand slowly crawling downward. She runs two fingers over Hyeju’s slit, and the other girl moans as the digits brush over her clit. Yerim takes Hyeju’s hand and slides it between her thighs as she fingers her.

“You can touch me too, Livvie.”

Both girls sigh in pleasure when Hyeju slides her fingers over Yerim’s pussy, and Yerim presses down on Hyeju’s clit in response. Both girls are so wet, turned on by the idea of what they’re about to do next—let it all out, relieve themselves for their loyal viewers on cam, show the world how they piss together and how much it turns them on.

Hyeju removes her fingers from Yerim, just as Yerim does from Hyeju. Both girls lick the slick off their fingers, and they grin at the other.

“Shall we, Choerry?”

“Mmm, let’s.”

Both girls lean closer to the other. Yerim giggles, and they join their lips together in a soft kiss. They break away after a short moment, and they giggle together. The two camgirls adjust themselves so the camera can catch both of their pussies in frame as they kneel.

"Enjoy the show, all of you."

Both girls lean in again this time in an openmouthed kiss. Hyeju raises a hand to knead Yerim's chest, the other resting on Yerim's hip, and Yerim squeezes Hyeju's ass with one hand, the other on Hyeju's breast as well. Both girls fondle the other as they make out, and they both let themselves relax into the kiss. 

Pssshhh…

Yerim is the first to go. Trickles of piss leak from her pussy first, dripping to the floor, before a strong messy stream sprays from her pussy onto the towels already laid out. Next to her, Hyeju follows up half a second later, her own high-pressure stream mixing with Yerim's puddle. Both girls moan in relief and pleasure as they intensify their makeout, the kiss growing desperate, their touches more rough. Hyeju pinches Yerim's nipples as Yerim kneads Hyeju's ass and squeezes Hyeju's breast harder. The loud hisses from their pussies fill the room, and lust burns so violently in both girls, the thought of exhibiting themselves, streaming their relieving themselves, them pissing for their viewers turning them on so much. Both Hyeju and Yerim can't help but feel so incredibly dirty yet horny at the thought of all their viewers masturbating to the sight of them relieving themselves while making out. 

"Fuck, Choerry, you're still going…"

"You too, Livvie…"

Both girls stare at the other pissing, and Yerim can't help but stare at Hyeju's pussy. The clean stream of Hyeju's piss is the direct opposite of Yerim's messy spray—Hyeju barely gets any of it on her thighs but Yerim's skin is covered in her own release as it sprays all around and over the floor. Both girls spread their pussies open for the camera, moaning at the pleasure of their own touch and the thought of their viewers watching their most private and intimate moments as the girls empty their bladders for their viewers' orgasmic pleasure. The lens records every detail of the girls' relief, every bit of ground their mixed puddle of piss covers, and when both girls' streams slowly come to a stop, they giggle and share another deep kiss as they rub their own clits for a small rush of pleasure.

"Don't go away, my cherries! We're not done~."

Yerim and Hyeju shift as they both smirk at the camera. Hyeju pulls a mattress, set up just out of frame, and both her and Yerim move onto it. Yerim chases Hyeju's lips for a short peck before she lies on the pillow set up on the mattress and spreads her legs open for Hyeju. 

"Hold on, Choerry. Let me get the camera…"

Hyeju picks up the camera and sets it up near Yerim at a 45 degree angle, the lens pointing straight at her body. Yerim turns to her right and flirts with the viewers—flash a wink, blow a kiss, fondle her breasts and thighs all for the viewers. When Hyeju obtains a proper angle, she steps around the camera to get back on the mattress. Yerim spreads her legs wide open, and both her and Hyeju giggle with excitement when the younger of the two straddles the older girl's right leg. Hyeju shifts herself up and pulls Yerim's left leg over her right leg to rest comfortably against her hip, and she lines her pussy up with the girl beneath her. 

"Let's have sex, Livvie."

"Mm, let's."

Hyeju sinks down, and their bodies share a kiss again, but this time, their nether lips meet each other instead in a show of sex. No more time for makeouts—Hyeju and Yerim have sex now, pussy to pussy, grinding against each other, chasing orgasm together for their viewers to watch.

"Fuck, Choerry!"

"Oh, Livvie, gosh!"

Both Hyeju and Yerim roll their hips against the other, and they moan in pleasure when their rhythmic movements cause their clits to grind against the other's regularly. Yerim grabs onto Hyeju's hips as she bucks her own up every time the younger girl grinds herself downwards, and Hyeju grabs one of Yerim's breasts, kneading the flesh with every roll of her hips. 

"Do you like it, cherries? Do you like watching us have sex?" Hyeju stares deep into the lens as she grinds against Yerim. She sighs when the girl beneath her looks up at her in pleasurable submission, and she grabs one of Yerim's hands from her hips to move onto her chest, groaning when Yerim kneads her supple flesh. Both girls begin to grind harder. 

"Fuck, my cherries, Livvie's pussy feels so good against mine, fuck, fuck!"

"Choerry, I feel so good too, fuck, fuck!"

"Livvie… I might cum if we keep doing this…"

"It's okay—ah!—I want to, fuck, cum with you!"

Both Hyeju and Yerim roll their hips harder against the other's. Their clits grind together harshly, and both girls can only moan as they work towards their orgasms together. The amount of slick staining their skin leaks between the gaps between their bodies, wet spots dotting the bed sheets beneath Yerim. Both girls moan uncontrollably with every movement, and Hyeju speeds up, Yerim following almost instantly after. 

"Choerry, I'm close, I'm close!"

"Me too Livvie, fuck, fuck!"

Two sets of moans ring out as both Yerim and Hyeju cum hard. The camera and mics pick up the visuals of both girls' hips bucking, sprays of squirt gushing over their bodies as the hiss of both girls squirting together add to their blissful moans of orgasm. Yerim and Hyeju shower the other in squirt as they rub their clits furiously to prolong and increase their pleasure, gush after gush of their orgasm streamed worldwide to thousands over their setup. When the girls fall back exhausted, Hyeju climbs into Yerim's embrace for a deep kiss, and Yerim picks up the camera to stream every detail of their makeout, all the way until they break their kiss. 

"That's all for today, my cherries! See you soon~!" 

#kpop fanfic #kpop smut #kpop fanfiction #loona smut #choerry smut #olivia hye smut #son hyeju smut

[sh1tbird-shantytown]

Thinking about this and the fact that Steve’s dad probably got mad at him for something when he was like 12 and told him that he was a mistake and that he wishes they’d had an abortion but the worst part is that his mom agrees with him and eventually he gets so used to it that he stops crying himself to sleep at night and when high school starts, he gets the name of king Steve and gets his attention from that but then Billy comes along and steals the light but eventually Billy finds out and decides to share the spotlight with him

i’ll let you in on my little secret.

i have this whole brain filing cabinet filled with, like, behind the scenes lore from that post.

some of which are:

- steve’s parents definitely had a nanny for steve. her name was emily/mrs. dickinson. steve’s called her gram. she was 65 when she started caring for steve. up until he was fifteen and then she passed. hers was steve’s first funeral. steve made his father pay for the service. they fought on the topic for three weeks straight.

- steve made everyone at school think his dad was this protective asshole. and that if anyone snitched or made fun of him, they’d be punished. but, he knew if he was caught, his father would only blame steve for what went wrong.

- once he got to middle school, he dropped the “great father” act and teamed up with someone from every clique. he had band buddies who were also ok the swim team, he had punk friends who handed out the best relaxers, metal pals who invited him to out of town gigs to thrash too, he even had a few friends in the dancing sequence who would teach him more classical techniques. ask steve harrington to a dance and you’re dancing for sure.

- he devoted weekends to perfecting his looks and street smarts rather than studying. he worked up his confidence and charm. he learned to read people.

- the problem with steve’s mom is she never outright says anything mr. harrington says is right, but she never says he’s wrong either. she nods occasionally, but she’s not herself around her husband. not the same woman the town respects her as.

- when billy hargrove shows up, steve immediately kind of shuts down seeing him take over so quickly. because it took steve years to build up the power he had, and hargrove just stepped right in like it was a full-fitting glove. steve doesn’t speak a word to anyone for three weeks straight. it’s the talk of the school, everyone trying to get a peep out of him.

- billy’s so determined to hear steve’s voice for the first time that he pulls so much shit. shoves into lockers, smacking trays out of steve’s hands, stealing folders, only playing against steve in gym class, following him everywhere (even the bathrooms)

- steve finally breaks his silence just after week three when billy snatches his change of clothes. steve stands there in the locker room naked and shivering a little. he asks, “enjoying the show, hargrove?” and billy’s so shocked it finally worked that he drops the clothes and just… let’s steve pick them up and change.

- the next day billy’s arm is slung over steve’s shoulder before they even make it inside the school. they’re each smacking gum in their mouths like it’s an ad.

- steve’s a little self-conscious and he can’t fully trust billy even though the guy hasn’t outwardly done anything untrustworthy. but, billy proves his loyalty by fully shunning tommy. steve doesn’t ask for a thing and yet he always gets what he needs from billy. homework he didn’t have time to finish, a spoon he forgot to grab before sitting down for lunch, water after practice. billy’s got his back all the time.

- billy is the first person steve ever tells about his parents. how they hate him honestly. and it’s the same for billy. he never says it out loud because the words always get caught in his throat, but he tells steve enough stories for him to quickly catch on.

- it takes less then two months for them to suck it up and steve’s actually the one to ask billy outright if he’s be up for a date. billy “thinks about it” all day and says goodbye with a yes and a promise of attendance later that friday night.

- then they live happily ever after….more or less

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #billy/steve #stranger things #answered asks #steve harrington’s parents #hollandlover19

[rphelperblog]

Supernatural Quote Rp Meme

inspired by @ofwaywardsunshine​ and @heldheart​

“Let’s go howl at the moon.”

“If you know evil’s out there, how can you not believe good’s out there too?”

“You’re changing the world, and I want to be a part of it.”

“Why is it my job to save these people? Why do I have to be some kind of hero?”

“Details are everything! You don’t want to go fighting ghosts without any health insurance.”

“And I’m just trying to take this — this curse… and make something good out of it. Because I have to.”

“We are a family. I’d do anything for you. But things will never be the way they were before.”

“You and me — we’re all that’s left. So, if we’re gonna see this through, we’re gonna do it together.”

“Guess that’s why we all hold onto life so hard… even the dead. We’re all just scared of the unknown.”

“What’s done is done. All that matters now, all that’s ever mattered, is that we’re together. So shut up and drink your beer.”

“Killing things that need killing is kind of our job. Last I checked, taking pleasure in that is not a crime.”

“Boy, three bedrooms, two baths, and one homicide. This place is gonna sell like hotcakes

“If this is my last day on earth, I do not want it to be socially awkward.”

“I hate these indie films. Nothing ever happens.”

“The universe is trying to tell us something we both should already know. We’re stronger together than apart.”

“No drinking, no gambling, no premarital sex. They basically just outlawed 90 percent of your personality.”

“The internet is more than just naked people. You do know that?”

“Check the freezer. Maybe there are some human hearts behind the Häagen-Dazs or something.”

“People don’t just disappear. Other people just stop looking for them.”

“Getting my ass kicked by those Juggalos was therapeutic.”

“You mind doing a little bit of thinking with your upstairs brain?”

“Some people are just born tortured. So when they die, their spirits are just as dark.”

“Always knew I’d find the source of all evil at a vegan bakery.”

“There’s no higher power, there’s no God. There’s just chaos and violence and random, unpredictable evil that comes out of nowhere. It rips you to shreds.”

“I’m not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren’t even hot.”

“Don’t be afraid of the dark? What, are you kidding me? Of course, you should be afraid of the dark! You know what’s out there!”

“Well, call it personal experience. Nobody gets that angry unless they’re talking about their own family.”

“Wow, you get a trophy in Stockholm Syndrome.”

“I’m not looking at you like anything. Though I gotta say, you do look like crap.”

“What we do, you can’t learn this crap in a book. You put on a flannel, you pick up a gun, you go out there. Either you get good fast, or you get dead faster.”

“Every soul here is a monster. This is where they come to prey upon each other for all eternity.”

“I’ll interrogate the cat.”

“I’m the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.”

“I found a liquor store… and I drank it.”

“Don’t make things needlessly complicated as you humans tend to do.”

“If you murder a monster in monster heaven, where does it go?”

“I learned that from the pizza man.”

“I don’t understand that reference.”

“If you’re gonna make an omelet, sometimes you have to break some spines.”

“Our life is a TV show!”

“Mom, you have GOT to stop drowning me in holy water every time I go out!

“No one in the history of torture’s been tortured with torture like the torture you’ll be tortured with.”

“What house doesn’t have salt? Low sodium freaks!”

“What are you, the Hamburgler?”

“I guess if you’re gonna have faith, you can’t just have it when the miracles happen. You have to have it when they don’t.”

#supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #destiel #rphelperblog #ask roleplay #ask prompt #Ask memes #ask meme #ask #supernatural quotes #winchester #open to everyone #open to all #Open to anything #open to anyone #open #open supernatural rp #open supernatural starter #open supernatural roleplay #open starter #open fantasy roleplay #open fantasy starter #open fantasy rp #open to anybody #open to non mutuals #open to mutuals #supernatural rp #supernatural meme

[hitchell-mope]

I’ve realised something

So I’m taking an MCU break after I’m finished with Eternals. I’m doing this because I’m a little bit fatigued from playing catch-up. And it just occurred to me. The MCU is playing catch-up too. Tv studios and regular people weren’t the only ones brought to a standstill by covid. The MCU is a business just like anything else. And just like any other business it’s got a quota to fill.

That’s why we’re being bombarded by film after show after film after show. They’re trying to get up to where they promised they’d be back in late 2019/early 2020 before the world was brought to a standstill.

People, mostly on [tumblr] are saying give it a rest. Disney’s evil. Kill the mouse. Etc etc. But again. They’re not the ones in the crunch because of an international crisis that brought everything in the world, including Hollywood, to a standstill are they?

On a separate note. People say that the MCU will ruin the x men. And I’m like. What is there to ruin? The evil geriatric holocaust survivor who became worse than the Nazis but was let off by the fans because they thought he was gay? Or the evil Smurf who left the brother who raised her paralysed on a Cuban beach to die during the missile crisis because he was squicked out when she walked around naked in front of him?Or the lame ass triangle they made between an immortal man born during the frontier era and a stable couple in their mid 20’s?

Nostalgia clouds their minds. Only once it’s cleared can they recognise the x men film franchise for the groundbreaking albeit insanely flawed series it actually was. Take it from me. I rewatched the movies last year. So I’m able to pinpoint the flaws while they’re relying on out of character fanfiction for their background information.

For instance. People complained that they turned Peter Maximoff into a frat boy bitch on wandavision, because he laughed at his Hex name of Bohner. When. In the x men movies he was a kleptomaniac who would ABSOLUTELY have laughed at his name if he could. But they’re too wrapped up in the lousy dadneto fics to accept reality.

I just hope that when they bring the x men on that they treat Xavier properly because the ending he got, exiled from his home and the school he created, his name erased from his legacy, stuck in france playing chess with the monster that paralysed thirty years ago, wasn’t it. They’re pretty good at treating they’re character right. Even the ones that hate Tony have a reason. It’s not just rich man bad

Long story short. Its two very different fandoms. With two very different problems. For two very different reasons. This isn’t a Disney’s evil rant. This is a reality is more complicated than what you believe rant. And to preempt any nutters. If the you give me any “Disney’s evil” shit in the notes. You’ll be automatically blocked

#marvel cinematic universe #x men #anti magneto #anti mystique #anti cherik #anti dadneto #peter maximoff #ralph bohner

[beebabycastiel]

Context for 3x666 canon divergence? I’m intrigued

Howdy Anon! Short answer? The context is that I fucking hated how that scene ended (even though I love Svet). The long answer? Check this snippet!

He’s not cleaning.

Because only bitches clean before the dude they’re fucking comes over to fuck them and Mickey isn’t a bitch. He’s just clearing up space. Like the coffee table which is covered in half empty beer bottles and a few overflowing ashtrays and some of Iggy’s crack, for fuck’s sake. And the living room has clothes piled around that he can still see blood stains on and there’s whole stacks of old pizza boxes growing their own little populations in the dusty corners. His bedroom, too. Sorta. After pizza rolls and maybe a shitty movie, they’ll be spending most of the time there (hopefully naked). Maybe the kitchen. He’ll do the dishes at least.

After he clears up as much space as he can, he takes a quick shower. Thankful it's still warm enough that the cold water doesn’t leave him shivering too badly. He’s still scrubbing his hair when there’s a knock at the door.

“Hey,” Ian greets him, lips already quirked in a half-smile as he steps into the Milkovich house and shuts the door behind him.

“Hey,” Mickey parrots, tossing the towel somewhere near his door and combing the wet strands of his hair back.

“I’ve never seen your hair like that,” Ian mentions, the backpack over his shoulders slipping down to land beside the couch with a small thud.

Mickey snorts, walking into the kitchen. “What? Clean?”

“No, shithead,” Ian laughs, following him and getting two beers from the fridge like he owns the place. Something warm zips up his spine at the sight.

“Hanging down like that,” he explains, twisting both caps off with the hem of his shirt. Showing off the stripe of ghostly white skin and the band of his boxers. Mickey looks away, feeling himself flush with something other than the sticky summer heat.

“I ain’t some long-haired girl, man. The fuck?” he says, and then, “You ate?”

Gallagher shakes his head and Mickey’s glad he thought to preheat their stone aged oven an hour ago. “I’m not saying you’re Rapunzel. I’m just saying I’ve never seen it not slicked back or whatever.”

Mickey looks back to him—pizza rolls dumped onto a freshly washed sheet tray and shoved into the oven.

“So… clean,” he says slowly. “You’ve never seen my hair clean.”

Ian laughs, bright and filling the dingy yellow space of the Milkovich kitchen with light. He kicks half-heartedly at Mickey’s shin.

“Sure. Whatever you say,” Ian grins at him, huge and so happy it makes his stomach bubble with something he can’t name.

“It looks nice, y’know?” Ian says, still smiling at him in such a soft way that Mickey would break his jaw if he didn’t feel frozen to the dirty floor.

“My hair?” he asks like a moron. But Ian just shrugs, the corners of his mouth quirking further.

“Your hair. Your face. You in general, yeah.”

Mickey feels the same swoop in his gut he gets when he runs from the cops at Ian’s words. It’s the same punch of something right behind his belly that leaves him winded yet full of enough adrenaline to run. Ian looks at him—long body leaning against the counter, head tilted just slightly as he regards him steadily—like Mickey might start running. They don’t do this. The compliments thing. The sweetness thing. The affection thing. The closest they ever get is during sex. Ian has a mouth on him (no surprise there) and when he gets real keyed up, compliments well up in his mouth like blood. How tight Mickey is. How perfect his ass is. How good he looks taking his cock.

Mickey’s shitty with words—always has been and always will be—and even worse at saying anything even remotely nice. But count on Ian fucking Gallagher to be able to wring the little he has out. It’s not often, but other than demands for Ian to go faster, harder and “right there,” Ian will get him to where all he can do is chant a constant stream of how good Ian is or how full he makes him. How well he fucks him. Usually, Mickey bites his arm to stop that shit. But the times Ian somehow holds his arm out of reach, he can’t really help it.

He would be lying if Ian didn’t look nice all the time either—clean haired or not. But they don’t say that shit to each other. Ian knows he’s not supposed to and Mickey doesn’t because once he starts, he knows he’ll hemorrhage—bleeding out all the things about Gallagher he likes more than he should until he’s laid dry and vulnerable at his stupid, clown huge feet. He can’t have that. He wouldn’t survive it.

He should tell Ian to get fucked. Get out of his shithole house and get words like nice and his name out of his mouth or Mickey will yank his teeth out one by one. He should call him a fag or a pussy or a fucking bitch. He should beat him into a pulp for making him feel like he actually likes him past his ass.

“Yeah?” he says instead, his voice strangled in a way he loathes. “Well you look like an alien. Freckly, carrot-top motherfucker.”

Ian’s grin is blinding him with such blatant happiness he has to shove him from the counter.

“Go the fuck away,” he says. “Pick out a movie or something, you ugly fuck.”

Ian does, laughing the whole time. Hearing what he’s saying without his actually having to say it. It should horrify him—how easily Ian can read him. But instead, he finds himself grateful that he just knows. Knows all the shit swirling around in Mickey’s head that he can’t say.

Not yet.

#I have more of this written #but I can't post too much of it bc of the main spoiler in the fic #anyway one day it'll be on Ao3 #just not now! #again i site my wonderful friend and beta who controls the rapid flow of thoughts in my head like the saint she is #wip games #beebabycastiel writes #my wips #gallavich fanfic #shameless #my writing #thank you for asking anon! ily!

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Tired Of The Bed? 8 Places You Should Get It In At Instead

If any time, any place is the vibe, these are the selections that come to mind.

Kiarra Sylvester

Jun. 03, 2022 05:00PM EST

The bedroom can bore you quickly if you’re someone who lives for change and resents routine. However, new positions aren’t always the way to switch things up, especially because they’re typically unrealistic unless you have a certain level of flexibility and youth on your side. They simply aren’t for everybody. It literally becomes a case of “if it ain’t broke” because no one wants to be caught up in an episode of Sex Brought Me to the ER with broken genitals (penis, pubic bone, etc).

But the one thing you can switch up that makes a helluva difference is the location! As realtors say (I think) location, location, location. It makes all the difference. The same studio apartment in a better area will change your f*cking world. This is a much more simple fix to break up routine in the bedroom if you ask me! But, there are some things to keep in mind for sure. You want to make sure that you know the laws in your area or know that there’s a chance that getting caught could potentially lead to some cuffs (and not the fun ones). Personally, I hate researching so it’s just going to be a “YOLO” mindset.

The other thing is that you want to ensure that both you and your partner are relaxed and comfortable. With consideration of those two points above, I really tried to make a list that was realistic and yet still bold enough to shake things up. 

Here are 8 places for you to try having sex that give the “any time, any place” vibes you’re looking for.

1. The Club

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Though I only recommend having sex at a traditional club in a VIP section or the restroom (unless you can fathom a sneakier way to keep out of jail), I think either can still be just the right amount of adventure to spice things up. On the flip side, you can go to a swinger’s club in your area or out of town. While you may think this is a downgrade, it actually allows you to upgrade your experience as you’re able to take on voyeurs, and if you feel comfortable, add some extra hands to the body party.

2. Beach Cabana

It’s a bed, so let's start there! Additionally, you get the calmness of the water surrounding you, be it the pool, the ocean, or wherever. Just be sure to put something down because I know with little to no doubt that others have the same thought. With that in mind, I really don’t think they sanitize those things even remotely close enough.

3. Hood of Car

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Not just any ol’ where in the car but specifically on the hood or even the roof of the car. You can pull off to a nice little park or a drive-in movie if your city is still fortunate enough to have one. But, the best part about the hood is that you’re not crammed into the back of the car like a Vienna sausage.

4. Balcony

Buck naked with a balcony view has become the new airplane bathroom fantasy. Honestly, I prefer it! Far more space and a much better view for those of us that are a) claustrophobic b) germaphobes or c) all of the above. If you’re at home, the view may not be as luxurious but you are able to add privacy panels to your balcony to make for a more private show. On vacation, where no one knows you, you may want to go crazy – show ‘em what you got!

5. Ferris Wheel

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Hear me out! While the scene in Insecure really had me intrigued – you know the one where Issa and Nathan had sex on the Ferris wheel, in my experience the ride is far too quick for even the quickest of quickies. Now, if you can make that work, by all means, do your thing! But, I think oral sex on a Ferris wheel would be spectacular. Consider the Ferris wheel your foreplay.

6. The Office/Workspace

You don’t have to have a private office for this, just a lot of nerve! I, personally have tried this in an open workspace, and though my partner at the time couldn’t stay hard because he was too afraid of getting caught, I did get some good head out of the deal. Nevertheless, keep in mind that open spaces in offices do have cameras in use at times, so proceed with caution or get a private room in your office space.

7. Boat

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Summer is near and here in some places, which means boats have been unparked! If you have access to a boat this seems like a 10 out of 10 experience no matter how you cut it – I really wouldn’t care if it were in a rowboat.Rock it.

8. Movie in a Park 

On one of the cooler nights, bring out the blankets and find a space in the cut but still with a reasonable view of the movie because we’re setting the mood here! Unlike the regular movie theater, this allows for adventure and romance.

And if you’re into it, you can even add other elements such as role-play – meeting your partner at a bar with a planned scenario or impromptu. Either way, you’re fully prepared to go out into the world because it’s your oyster and your bedroom. 

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Kiarra Sylvester

Motor City native, Atlanta living. Sagittarius. Writer. Sexpert. Into all things magical, mystical, and unknown. I'll try anything at least once but you knew that the moment I revealed that I was a Sag.

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Thinking of You - March 🥺 2024 - Cancer

Whole of their energy towards Cancer: 10 Pentacles

Feelings: Page of Cups

Intentions: Knight of Wands

Actions: 4 Swords, Strength, 10 Swords

Hmm. This could be someone you’re with, you’ve built 10 Pentacles together and them or you have emotionally dumped all of your pent-up feelings onto the table - which may have caused some wounded feelings. In that case they want to apologize and make it up to you. For others, this could be someone who has a crush on you, they think you’re hot and would be happy to have a quick rendezvous - they think about that, but you’re taken. This could also be someone you’re splitting up from, and they’re trying to take their time before rushing into something new (though they are tempted) because y’all might have kids together or something, they’re trying to be mature while things are sorted (or they’re telling you that anyway). Regardless of who, if it’s romantic whatsoever then they want to rush at you full of passion, have SEX, like now, yesterday, that’s where their head is at.

They won’t, because you’re mad at them, you’re going through a difficult time, they know it would hurt you if they fkboy/girl’d their way in and out of your bedroom (which may be their intention…), or if they moved on too quickly. This could be like, say you’re getting divorced, your ex doesn’t want to move on, they’d rather still mess around with you until it’s done done, if that makes sense. Like hate them sure, now get naked 😆 I’m laughing at them not you. If you’re worried about them juggling other people, they’re not, they’re waiting. They want YOU. But they’ll be patient while you figure things out or change things however you do, it feels like the ball is in your court with them. You could be the one changing things up. Or for the crush person, they know you’re taken, and they’re holding back, not trying to break up happy families and shit. Feel flattered 🤷🏻‍♀️ The messages are encouraging for the new person, if you are both single & ready, or want to fix your relationship either one.

Messages:

Their side:

- Yearns for your love ❤️

- LOUD 📢

Your side:

- I feel so drawn to you.

- I’ve wanted you for a long time.

Possible signs:

Sagittarius, Pisces & Libra

If you’re dealing with:

Page of Cups shows loving energy generally, sweet gestures, handwritten notes, good morning messages and compliments. Flirting, crush energy, or just being a sweet friend. You show your friends genuine care and consideration. For some of you/them, there could be a happy surprise involved, or good news. Some Cancers have good news to share with everyone & it doesn’t even matter who 🐠

Aries - feels good to work with you on something, you’re both really busy or it’s taking a lot of work but it’s successful 🥂

Taurus - sees you as a heartbreaker but they don’t say anything about it, or they’re hurt

Gemini - a mature example, could be a parent, if they’re your person they’re committed and very attracted to you

Cancer - telling you all of their secrets because they love you, any relationship

Leo - planning something around a home, maybe to come visit or you will - platonic love/family

Virgo - can’t leave you alone, you’re what does it for them

Libra - 10 Cups, you’re everything they could ever want and they’re perfectly happy here 😊

Scorpio - could be dealing with car problems, travel delays or cancellations, they don’t have a choice with whatever this is - expect delays

Sagittarius - patiently waiting to see you again, could see you differently now/switch

Capricorn - could be this person, they want to rush towards you all passionately, but don’t, or they feel like you wouldn’t want that/switch

Aquarius - possibly worried about work & finances, has a lot they don’t talk about

Pisces - feels passion for you, but moves slow because emotions are more important…they seem genuine about you, it’s love or nothing. Could just have exciting ideas & they’re putting the work into it - taking their time.

#cancer #thinking of you #march 2024 #astrology #tarot reading #tarot #tarotblr

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A night without FaceTime, and instead eating yoghurt followed by melon followed by tuna from a can for dinner. Dessert in reverse. An hour of Netflix’s Pedophile Hunters before an early night. A group of young vigilantes from working class Britain who smoke Silk Cut 24 hours a day and pretend to be 11 year old girls to lure disgusting men into a decoy property. They sit the men down, film them, send receipts to the police and post the video to Facebook. They then keep smoking. The pedophiles smoke too once they realise they’re caught. “Technically it’s not illegal”, says a police chief interviewed for the show

I set my alarm for 11.40am hoping not to see the light of day until it goes off. A municipal gardener decides to destroy several trees with a chainsaw at around 9am, and I wake assuming it’s one of those unfulfilled men who rev their motorbikes really loudly at 20mph, until I hear trees fall. If I didn’t know any better I’d say Islington council doesn’t care about my desired sleep schedule. The trees stop falling, and I pass out again to dream my legs are surgically removed because I failed to partake in a government-mandated triathlon. I wake, and walk calmly to the garden to lower my naked body into the cold plunge, hyperventilate myself into sound mind. My nudity scares three fat squirrels away. I have coffee, and scrape a preprepared chicken curry into Tupperware for when I go to my granny’s house and feed her. My gardener, C, comes to discuss house plants. An illicit meeting, since J has an irrational hatred of indoor greenery. V suggested that when it comes to the house, J only vetoes what he isn’t directly responsible for, and this blew my mind. Every item I bought myself has been met with doubt. The theory does no favours for my new aversion to J, an illogical one borne out of him reminding me of a stressful year and a half. That, and the plumber he hired mangling my pipe work, and the boiler breaking. Some days I even go as far as to blame him for the dent this home made in my bank account. Now I am collecting data on J being a tool so I don’t have to have coffee with him socially for 8-12 months. It’s not fair, but it is true

I drive to west London feeling like a caterer, chopped herbs and curry and coconut cream in their various containers, my eyes on the prize which is to use as few things and take as little time as possible in a kitchen that is not my own. I need only boil rice. To have grown up with both my grandmothers in perfect health and mental acuity is a beautiful and rare thing. I thank them both for having my parents in their 20s and thus being mostly 70 something for the years I hated my parents the most and sought refuge in the grandparental home. But eventually you pay the price, which is watching a whole extra generation get sick and die. Not that my granny is dying, but the giant chunk they removed from her neck three weeks ago is nothing if not a sign of sickness. When I arrive to her house, in danger of pissing myself from a longer drive than expected, she has lost weight, but is otherwise the same. Not too depressed or bored or forgetful, but suitably stoic. A pot is waiting on her aga, ready for rice cooking. My grandpa is staggering through a crossword puzzle, and my uncle arrives soaked by rain and pours crisps into a bowl. Any mention of the cancer in my granny’s body is dismissed as “terribly boring”. We eat, and as usual when I have prepared the meal, I have no appetite for what’s before me. I worry the chicken is undercooked, or the rice is over cooked, that I’m getting trivia wrong when we discuss the world. My granny tries to recall what the Japanese lodger she took in in the 1980s cooked at Christmas. I name some traditional Japanese dishes hoping one of them jogs her memory, as she leafs through a small pile of her handwritten journals from as early as 1961. One is in a notebook given to her when she worked for the BBC, with the ancient version of the BBC logo printed on its cover. SUKIYAKI, granny says, THAT WAS IT. My uncle hurls around Gilmore Girls quotes. I notice he still eats a little like a child, loading the concave front of his fork instead of the back, and holding the cutlery awkwardly with his fingers all twisted together. I get so mad at him for neither having a job nor being particularly proficient at not having a job, for leaving my mother with so many of the tasks required by my granny’s cancer when he has more time to complete them than she does. My granny and I smoke in the small garage at the back of the house, ashing into a small dish balanced on her knee. We talk about her mentally ill sister who hasn’t called her since 1999 and who doesn’t leave her house. I was always curious about this great aunt I never met, because she also had an eating disorder. Where I was shipped off to psychiatric facilities in Hampshire, she was sent to a sanitarium in Switzerland. She is a good case for not cutting out too many family members, and I must remember that. What feels empowering in one’s 20s and 30s looks very different at 80. The same can surely be said of an eating disorder

I pack up my catering wares and drive off at 10pm, the traffic less vicious entering central London than leaving it. I listen to Nilüfer Yanya and cry. A calls me and we speak for 5 minutes before he steps into a meeting. I hate looking at my own face on FaceTime, and 3 hours staring essentially into a mirror with no Hide Self View option is enough to convince anybody of their own ugliness. But I probably prefer it to audio calls. V says I should put some tape on my screen where my little rectangle is, and I believe her to be a genius

[confessionsofa-frat-rat]

-The First Night-

the very first time we ever hung out in person..

i invited you over to a random fourth of july party that i was throwing for my sister and her friends, our parents were outta town so duhhh

i invited you over trying to be spontaneous but i wasn’t sure yet if i was ready to chose you or not.. this was going to be my test run to see if i rlly liked you in person because i already liked you over text.

i was terrified, so me and the kids got drunk and by the time you showed up i was full blown party mom to the intoxicated with high schoolers in my backyard

my little sister, just as drunk as me, more even because this was her party, shoved her pointed finger into ur chest and “HC LAX??? where’s that at???” she was taking the roll of incredulous sister bc i had told her before i was gunna have u over and she knew i was nervous.

a lil bit after that she made some drunk crude comment about you and me and said smthng along the lines of “don’t break her heart” or maybe it was “don’t get her pregnant” whatever it was she was warning u the best she could at her current vibe

so i knew you were wearing the sweatshirt bc she had commented on it

long story short the party was chaos and my own sister blacked out and vomited all over the house…

the only thing i remember is you helping me with her when i could barely stand myslef.

after a while we laid down and i started to panic and cry and i asked you to leave.

i had loved having you there but i was having a drunk meltdown and worried ab my sister.

you said it was fine, and said you’d go

i actually do have the memory of you taking your sweatshirt off, i can see it in my mind, but it didn’t register at that moment what it meant.

we said goodbye and you held me for a while on the porch, i was crying and asking if you’d hate me because i kicked you out, you promised you wouldn’t.

you asked me to kiss you and i wasn’t ready, so instead you held me tight and i left mascara tears and foundation stains on ur white tshirt, i said “oh no i got it on ur shirt”, you promised everything would be alright, and you walked away to your car in your white tshirt.

i noticed that you seemed a lil too naked, you seemed wrong in a way, (probably bc my mother had raised me to never leave the house without a sweater)

but it wasn’t until an hour later

after i had put the kids in bed and sent the rest home, that i went to lay down in bed with the dogs.

you messaged me and told me you left your sweatshirt on my bed, and i swear to whoever is holy, that i screamed out loud, i said WHAT

i wish i had saved the original messages bc they’re lost to time now, but

you said “yeah i left it on your bed so you’d have it”

I RAN as fast as i’ve ever run from my parents room (where i was sleeping with the dogs) to mine and saw the grey item draped over the foot of the bed frame

i grabbed it so fast, and held it to my face

it smelled like boy, smelled like you.

i went back and laid down with the dogs, wrapped it around my shoulders, and slept the best night i had in years.

and i’ve slept soundly every night since, wrapped in soft grey fabric.

that was the night i realized that my soul needed yours.

it was only a few days later that i knew i was in love with you.

#college #creative writing #poetry #sad shit #i love you #lovely #love #true love #romance #couples

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Soul Eater NOT! Episode 12 - Soul Resonance!

Oh crap, I almost forgot to do this. Well... let’s see how this show ends. I bet it ends in a really cool way. Judging from the episode title, the ending must involve Tsugumi and Anya. Surprising...

Like all nightmare episodes, this one starts with the opening. After that, Joe is still talking about murder, so the audience gets to see her legs for a second. The villain decides Tsugumi and Anya are cute and starts eating Joe’s face. Then she starts bothering Tsugumi about the freaking love triangle. Honestly, you’d think facing off with the big bad of the entire show would be a break from getting pestered about that, but I guess Tsugumi just isn’t so lucky.

Tsugumi decides that this show isn’t much like Undertale:

The villain decides that since it’s Halloween, she should make her thralls glow red. Personally I think orange is a better Halloween color than red. I know there’s a popular Tumblr post about every color being a Halloween color, but red just feels wrong as one to me. I mean, it’s red.

BRO FOR REAL DID KIM AND JACQUELINE BREAKING UP JUST NOT HAPPEN??? SERIOUSLY WHAT DID I MISS

A bunch of fighting is going on. Akane decides not to kill the villain’s minions when they lose, so she decides to make them kill themselves when they lose. This seems like an incredibly poor strategic move. Why not take advantage of your opponents’ mercy and make your dudes do other stuff? Well, whatever.

Anya starts standing on Tsugumi’s shoulders, so the villain decides it’s time for them to be killed by Joe. This surprises Tsugumi so much that she falls off the building. Uh, Anya is fine though, she already got off Tsugumi’s shoulders at this point. Anya destroys her own skirt, which I guess is the dramatic conclusion to the “Anya is the prude” arc. She kicks Joe so hard she falls off the building. And by “she”, I mean they. Anya says that she will do the fighting, so all Tsugumi needs to do is administer the antidote afterwards. Tsugumi says “I’ll try”. Joe finds a chainsaw, I guess.

Joe throws the chainsaw into the sky and then catches it, so Tsugumi drinks the antidote and starts passionately making out with Joe. Alright

Joe isn’t non-evil, but she’s crying, so Tsugumi decides this show IS like Undertale AFTER ALL, and tries to talk her down. Tsugumi gets stabbed, which is also the kind of thing that would happen in Undertale. Now it’s time for Tsugumi to sing the pumpkin song, which makes the pumpkin episode one of the most important episodes, probably.

Tsugumi and Joe do the nudity thing, but there’s a bunch of chains. I can’t remember what it means that Joe’s soul is like, orange instead of purple. Regardless, everything is fine now.

hey how come the villain gets clothes that seems like a bit of a double standard, are only 14-year-olds allowed to be naked

Anyway, Tsugumi finally resolves the love triangle by choosing both ends of the triangle. She also says that they’ll break up someday so uh, that’s sad.

The evil woman has turned evil. So has the tiny fortune teller. They’re really ineffective!

Oh heck yes it’s the heterosexual boys!!! I missed them. This show should have been about them. They’ve turned evil though. That means it’s a good thing when they get shot.

Speaking of shots, a panty shot happens. I wish that hadn’t happened. Oh well, I guess I’ll just move on with my life.

Now it’s time for the protagonist trio to fight the villain. Joe gets a cool line about how she’s done forgetting things, which I wish would have happened earlier, because forgetting things was always a bad character gimmick, at least the way it was implemented. Tsugumi’s weapon form “has a blade” now, concluding the “it doesn’t have a blade” arc. The girls do a weird dance, then not too long afterwards they win the fight. Tsugumi says the other two shouldn’t have called out their attack name, because that’s a dumb trope Tsugumi hates I guess.

yessssss more heterosexual boy screentime

Tsugumi is using the villain’s soul as a balloon. I’d show you, but I don’t feel like it.

Later on, Tsugumi has a new hairstyle and sexually harasses Joe. The show ends with Tsugumi shouting her favorite nonsense word.

...whatever happened to Tsugumi’s dead dog, anyways...?

In summary, I don’t know why I watched this show. Goodbye forever.

#soul eater not #or snot for short #is what i'm consuming