#who knows.

[kikker-oma]

Sky Fall

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Part Two

This isn't from a fic, just a prompt I was given by @skyloftian-nutcase a while back that I finally decided to get done

#lu twilight #lu time #linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu fanart #will they survive? #who knows. #muahaha #i might draw a follow up #we'll see #i have some other art in the works to get done first

[morrowalker]

l: when i grow up, im gonna have cool skeleton ribs too g: is that so? l: and WAR scars! im gonna take over the world! everyone'll fear me g: (haha) what about me! l: you can be… my henchman! second in command!! g: im honored

#ninjago #lloyd garmadon #lloyd ninjago #garmadon ninjago #lego ninjago #how many times can i include Ninjago in a tag #scrawls #this is about the two of them being trans. but. also about like #growing into yourself as a person. inheritance. becoming your parents. #for better or for worse #who knows.

[realpokemon]

Love that you’re just a guy who happens to have a blog and people come to you for advice lol

i'm not even a proper battle trainer lol. sometimes people will send me their teamcomps and ask if they're champion-viable and i'll say "they're a little ugly but sure"

#i've thought about getting back into battling. #who knows. #pokemon #unreality #pkmn irl

[kingtheghast]

“I’m coming back from the dead, and I’ll take you home with me”

The vengeful spirit of a fallen king, with unfinished business to attend to.

[song: My Chemical Romance - It’s Not A Fashion Statement, It’s A Fucking Deathwish]

#3rd life smp #rendog #rendog fanart #the red king #trafficblr #cw blood #who is he coming back for? is it really revenge or the need to cling and not fade from the world? #following old allies… old enemies… #herding the call from he who wears the old kingdom’s banner #who knows. #ghast.art

[alxlxlx]

some herb doodles/wips from the past few days

#horror #reanimator #re-animator #herbert west #my art #i draw him so much its insane #somehow this little freak cured my artblock #and now hes all i want to draw #will i finish these wips #who knows.

[theresthesnitch]

“Oh, sorry. I didn–Oh. Hi.” 

Remus hasn’t even bothered to look up before he heard the voice, and for a moment, he isn’t even sure if he really hears it. It’s like a shot from the past, someone he never thought he’d see again. Someone he isn’t sure he wanted to see again. 

“Oh. Hi Sirius.” 

“Remus, wow. It’s been so long. You look– You look really great.” 

“Thanks,” Remus says. “You do too.” 

He looks beautiful, of course. He couldn't even have the decency to get ugly in the years that have passed. Not that Remus ever thought that he could win that particular break up battle. Sirius was never going to be anything but beautiful. You’re so beautiful it hurts to know you, Remus had said one night when they’d laid on the top of Gryffindor Tower. He meant it. It’s still true. It still hurts. 

Sirius glanced over his shoulder, then smiled back at Remus. “Could you stay? We could grab a table and catch up?”

Remus looks down. He doesn’t really have anywhere to be, but he’s certain he doesn’t want to stay. “I don’t know. I’ve got to–” 

“Please, Remus?” Sirius asks, and Remus knows he’s going to say yes. He’s never been able to deny Sirius when he asks like that. “Come on. Just five minutes.” 

Remus sighs, fidgeting with the scar across his knuckles as he considers. It’s new. One that Sirius won’t know, not like before when he’d memorized every part of Remus’s skin. “Alright. Five minutes.” 

---

They grab the only open table at the back of the shop, a small little two seater that feels far too intimate for the years that have placed distance between them. Remus holds his coffee mug between his hands, letting the warm liquid warm them. It’s close to the full moon, and his joints are already aching. Sirius once memorized every full moon for the next decade. Remus wonders if he still remembers them. 

Silence drags before them, carried by the metaphorical elephant in the room. This was Sirius’s idea, so Remus fully intends to let him start the conversation or let his five minutes run out without speaking. It seems like it would be easier that way. It’s killing him not to fill the silence. Remus sips his drink instead. 

“Merlin,” Sirius says, a strained chuckle choked out of his throat. “I don’t know what to say now. Sorry.” 

Remus shrugs. He could make this easier on Sirius; he won’t make this easier. Why should he make this easier for Sirius? So, how have you been? Where have the years put you? I’ve thought about you every moment since I left. I miss you. I hate you. I still love you. I think I love you more than I hate you. 

“What’s it been, ten years?” Sirius asks. “Where’ve you been?”

“Twelve,” Remus says, clearing his throat. “It’s been Twelve years.” Twelve years, nine months, three weeks, six days. Not that he’s counting. “I’ve been around, I guess.” 

“I heard you left the country,” Sirius says. 

“I did,” Remus says. “I–” he clears his throat. “I decided there wasn’t any reason to stay in England anymore.” 

Sirius looks down–shame or regret, maybe both, coloring his cheeks pink. “Where’d you go?”

Remus sits back with a sigh. “Everywhere. No, that’s not me trying to be difficult. It’s just true. I started on the Continent–honestly, it would be easier to name the countries I didn’t send time in. Went down and stayed in Egypt for a stint, then East. India, Vietnam, China. A few dozen countries between.” He shrugs. “Everywhere.” 

“Why didn’t you ever come back here?”

Remus huffs derisively. “Come on, Sirius. You know why.” 

“I really don’t,” Sirius says. 

“There wasn’t really anything to come back to, was there?” Remus snaps. “Not when all of my friends decided I was the spy and iced me out of everything.”

Sirius looks away, picking at the sticker on the outside of his coffee cup. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.” 

Remus isn’t sure it’s worth anything. Or maybe it’s worth everything. Maybe it’s been so long it doesn’t even matter anymore. “Yeah, well.” 

The silence returns, throwing its weight about in a space that once would have been filled with laughter. It’s a terrible reminder of what they once were, of what they no longer are. Remus considers whether there’s some way he can get up and leave now, or whether standing and walking away without a further word would be rude. 

“What brought you back now?” Sirius asks quietly. 

“Dumbledore,” Remus says. “Apparently traveling the globe as a freelance beast and creature control specialist makes you particularly well suited to teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts, and he’s in need of someone.” 

“You’re going to teach Defense?” Sirius asks, clearly surprised. That burns Remus. What right does he have to be surprised? Why would he doubt that Remus is capable of doing this?

Remus huffs. “Of course, that’s what would surprise you. I’m capable, thank you so very much, and despite your beliefs a decade ago, I didn’t study the Dark Arts any more than you did.” 

“Remus, that’s not what I meant–” 

“No, you know what, I think my five minutes are up here,” Remus says, standing swiftly. “I have to be off. Got lots to get done before the semester starts. Goodbye, Sirius.” 

Remus walks out, despite Sirius’s protests, and apparates as soon as he gets to the alley behind the coffee shop and away from muggle eyes. 

#Wolfstar #snitchwrites #do I know what this is? #no #Will there be more of it? #who knows. #things that demand to be written #professors marauders

[radiance1]

Vlad has been turned into a child from a scheme gone wrong, and then subsequently fell into another dimension than his own.

Not that he really knew, since his memory is spotty at best.

He can only clearly remember a few things.

He knows how to clone, and a lot about genetics and analyzing a body because of that.

How to run a business.

How to use his powers.

How to fight.

How to cook.

A very weird list of things to remember, but he isn't really complaining. Although, there is a number of things he wants to do, despite being a child, and he has the knowledge to do at least one of those things.

So he starts a business.

Which stopped short as soon as it began, because he's under 18, and apparently he shouldn't start one until he's older. He didn't like that, but there wasn't anything he could really do about it.

Except for overshadowing a nearby person, claiming them his guardian, making them sign the contract in their name and then keep the business for him.

Next he needs money, and he already took a step towards that. So, once again, overshadow this person, use them to get into meetings with the heads of other businesses, overshadow some of them and make them hand over their businesses and the few who weren't he just crushes beneath him heel in the business field.

Then, when he reached an adequate amount of money, he then made the person hand over the business to him, gave them some money to set them for life, then left them one a street somewhere.

So, now he has money.

He buys cloning equipment.

What? He has the knowledge, may as well use it. Then again, it's mostly knowledge about how to clone a human, or a halfa, and there's much more than humans living here.

So he may or may not need to kidnap a few beings and study their genetic makeup.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dcxdp #dc x dp crossover #de aging #Idk #Just thought of a child Vlad being a menace #By cloning people for literally no reason #What would he do with the clones? #Who knows. #Probably make them work for him

[aaapplepie]

more pixel sprites but it's the minor antagonists this time

#fictif #last legacy #is minor antagonist the right category??? is there a level below minor????? #who knows. #(someone knows. not me though) #anyway rip to these two #somehow 'I'm going to go one or two more pixel art things (in between other stuff)' #has turned into 'I should make pixel art of every character' #bc I remembered how much I love doing pixel art #going to try to space them out so I don't clog up the tag #it's probably going to take A While so hopefully that won't be an issue anyway #but these are the first two! #apple.gif

[juliusschmidt]

beech tree in autumn by juliusschimdt

1.9k, harry/louis, explicit

Louis walks forward. Harry walks back. And back. And back. Off the two track, through the brush, until his heel bangs against the trunk of a tree. Louis presses further still. Without so much as a, 'hello,' he's kissing Harry, hard and hungry.

#why is this set in fall? #who knows. #my fic #gonna get hopeful #and name the series #cabin on the bluff #beech tree in autumn

[seeminglydark]

I dont have the brain energy to make this pretty but a continuation of a series of not so unfortunate events plus bonus Snorlax Caro

Ocs are from my comic Mil-Liminal

#comics #sketchbook #first kiss #original characters #canonic? #who knows. #caro loves Johnny #milliminal

[coolymoolyho]

At the end of war, are they going to kiss and hug and fall from the sky, as the weather clears and the horizon shimmers showing the world of their love or is it going to be something else even better….

#mha 403 #bkdk #who knows. #they’ll be soft though thats for sure

[thedepressedjuggalette]

I have to take momentary breaks from Tumblr despite moving here from Twitter due to the pictures I now see on the daily about the monstrous actions happening to Palestine.

Just a second ago I saw an image of a decreased person with shrapnel in their face.

I understand why we must share the images and emphasize our pleas to support Palestine and boycott businesses that support and fund Israel.

But the images and stories take a toll on me mentally and emotionally. I will always stand with Palestine. Understand that.

I have that liberty to take that break and I cannot fathom what the children of Gaza see on a daily basis which is why, no matter what horrific or emotionally damaging images I see I reblog and keep up my support.

I do my best to keep my breaks short. A day or two I just leave Tumblr and zone out gaming but the back of my mind is just constantly thinking about Gaza.

I ask myself how do the soldiers sleep at night doing all that shit?

How they can excuse murdering civilians...

I wonder what it would be like to be fast asleep only to hear bombs go off and find myself under rubble half dead.

I wonder if reblogging and staying away from Starbucks and scanning items to see if they're from certain companies is enough...

I won't stop though. I can't do nothing but there is nothing I can do... So I do what I can. Which is why I am typing this.

I make my breaks from Tumblr brief but I keep up my boycotts and when I come back I redouble my reblogs and I do my best to keep up my mood.

I have been diagnosed with PTSD, Depression and Anxiety before this war started. And the pictures pull on the triggers of my depression and anxiety, yet I don't stop my support.

I just want to remind everyone that you can support Palestine while taking care of your mental health and getting a damn good cup of coffee. It's rather easy to make milk foam, yes even with almond milk.

Just microwave your milk for like 1 min 30 seconds and use a frother or whisk until the foam starts to thicken. Just be careful to not burn yourself.

I am not a religious person nor do I pray, but I do believe that Palestine will be free and that Israel will find a place where it belongs without needing to go to war or commit genocide.

#free palestine #palestine #free gaza #gaza #gaza genocide #gaza strip #israel #from the river to the sea palestine will be free #israel is a terrorist state #free 🍉 #I'll be back in a day or so just need some time to clear my head and get myself in check #maybe if I have some spare cash and time I'll find some Palestine supporting coffee companies or something and make recipes and tell yall #who knows. #idk #palestine liberation #coffee for Palestine

[elvisabutler]

let's not let a good thing die

fandom: elvis 2022 | elvis presley rating: m pairing: elvis presley x female reader and steve binder x female reader word count: 2644 warnings: thigh riding. cuckolding. infidelity which is implied by the cuckolding. coming in pants. p in v sex ( unprotected ). voyeurism. minor minor daddy kink. a bit of a humiliation kink on steve's part. minor minor size kink. dominant elvis. slight period typical homophobia in thoughts. i think i have everyone? i am unsure. oh author’s note: welcome to day 1 of ally's wet hot smut summer, cuckolding with steve binder x reader x elvis. this was fun. title came from suspicious minds coming on at the place i was writing this when i first started. moodboard does not reflect race or size, i just had a vision for this board and went with it. this is alos basically a faint continuation of ride it, my pony even though that is gender neutral. you don't have to read it for this to make sense in the slightest.

"Steve. My boy, my boy—" Elvis practically croons as you grind on his thigh, aching for friction and just that more touch from him. 

"I'm two years older than you, E." Steve bites back in a rush as he watches you- the one woman he loves more than anyone else in the world grind on Elvis Presley’s thigh.He should tear his eyes away and look anywhere else in the room but he can’t. How many times had he fooled around with you like this? How many times had you been so needy while he was working that you found yourself on his thigh, muffling your cries in his shoulder? Too many times to count and yet here you were in this moment not on his thigh but on Elvis’s. Elvis who he had told to stay away from you, because you were his as possessive as it was. You were supposed to be all Steve’s and only his. Yet were you? The way your hips shift and your body grinds down on Elvis betray such a familiarity that Steve bites back bile the longer he looks at the two of you. 

“You wouldn’t know it,” you start to mock before Elvis’s knee bounces in just the right way to send a shockwave through your system. “El—”

“Sorry darlin’, ya know me, got those jittery legs. Practically got ants all in my pants. Seein’ ya bounce like that— can’t help it. Gotta give ya a helpin’ knee.” Elvis chuckles, his pretense of even trying to sound chagrined thrown by the wayside as easily as the scarf that had been around your neck. His hand moves to settle at the bottom of your throat. “Look at that neck o’hers, Stevie. You give her all those marks? Bruise up this sweet skin o’ hers?”

Elvis’s smile is all teeth as he moves to nuzzle and bite at your neck while Steve manages to finally answer even as his voice shakes just that little bit. “Not— I don’t usually— those aren’t all me.” You had been wearing that scarf for two days. “How- how many of those did he give you?”

His question is directed at you, even as his eyes just focus on Elvis’s plush lips against your skin, watching your pulse jump just that tiny bit. Steve realizes that he's never seen that scarf in his life on you. He thinks, and thinks, and looks at Elvis's throat only to force himself to look away and try to think about anything except how it was Elvis's scarf, how it'd looked around his throat. How you had joked with him about how easily it would be for someone to pull him by it into a kiss. You had been speaking from experience hadn't you? Visions of your laughter as you yank Elvis by that scarf swarm Steve's mind, replacing times you had done the same to him. Your eyes are hooded and your mouth is open allowing tiny little pants to escape it when you answer.

"The scarves? Or the bruises on my neck?” 

Scarves. The word settles in his brain as it passes through his ears. It settles like a ton of bricks, weighing down his chest and twisting his heart. Elvis had given you multiple scarves and multiple hickies and you were supposed to be his and yet. Yet maybe you weren’t. Maybe you weren’t if he had allowed himself to be deceived like this. If he had allowed himself to be cuckolded by Elvis Presley. 

“Both, I guess.” Steve wets his lips, his eyes once again settling on Elvis and how he’s touching you. How his lips caress your skin and how his hands are gripping your hips, trying to get you not to move. You always were so impatient, so much so that he sometimes let you slide. Elvis— Elvis’s grip on you didn’t allow for a single bit of movement, earning small little whines of displeasure that sound like music to Steve’s ears. It’s better than any note he’s heard Elvis sing or heard him play as of late. 

“Just two scarves,” you answer, as Elvis finally lets your hips go just enough that you can grind down again. “And I lost count of everything on my neck. I know you did one a few days ago.”

The implication is that Elvis had put the rest of them there in the past few days. No wonder he had seemed as if he had a pep in his step. Steve swallows and tries to step away, tries to turn around and leave the room but he can’t. You and Elvis would be content to do this without him but if he’s going to have this happen, why should the two of you get to do it in private. His jaw tenses as he moves closer, close enough to touch your arm and you jump, your clit brushing up against Elvis’s thigh.

“Steve,” Elvis growls out what almost sounds like a warning before raising his eyebrows. “Stevie boy, what’re ya doin’? Tryin’ to take her off of me? I don’t think she wants that—” he turns to look at you, one hand removing itself from your hip and grabbing your jaw in order to pull you in for a kiss. “Do ya honey?”

If you were being entirely honest you don’t know. On the one hand, Elvis has brought a significant amount of pleasure to you over the past few days while Steve has been otherwise occupied. It wasn’t your intention to go behind Steve’s back, it just worked out that way. It’s not that you don’t love Steve but you were aching and wanting and Elvis’s cock and lips and tongue were there for the taking. A pleased hum leaves your lips as your head lolls back a little until you remember that your boyfriend is in the room with you and Elvis. You should answer him. “Steve,” you pout, your tone every bit of a person being spoiled in your pleasure. “He’s been good to me. You should see him fuck me, I’m so full.”

Steve can feel the heat rushing to his cheeks as his eyes glance down to where he can see Elvis’s sizable bulge pressing against his slacks. His own arousal has his cock pressing against the zipper of his pants with such ferocity that he swears it’s leaving an imprint on it. Elvis had fucked you better than he had, Elvis had filled you with his cock better than he had. He had claimed you as his own as if he didn’t already have every woman he ever wanted at his feet. As if Susan hadn’t been fooling around with him, as if all the dancers didn’t want a piece of him, as if the crowd while they filmed didn’t want to jump him. Elvis had claimed you, of all the people in the world and Steve— he wanted to know why.

“Show me.” The demand is simple and concise and yet has both you and Elvis’s eyes widening just a bit. This was a side to Steve you had never seen and Elvis, well, Elvis was surprised the wonderful Steve Binder had it in him. Still, he manages to speak before you do.

“Is that right, Steve?” His lips are curled into the sort of grin you only see on wolves and other predators. It shouldn’t be arousing to anyone and yet you lick your lips at the sight. “Ya know, you ain’t the first man I’ve done this to, Stevie boy.”

“I’m just the first one who caught you?” Steve spits out, trying to maintain some sort of dominance as if he hasn’t been on the losing end of things this entire conversation. Maybe if he fakes it enough Elvis won’t see the throbbing outline of his cock, begging for him to release it from the confines of his pants. “Or the only one who’ll fight for the person they love?” 

A shiver wracks your body and you mewl as Elvis’s hand that had been still on your hip slips between your legs, pushing aside your panties and slides two fingers in with a obscene squelch of arousal. “El— Ste—” you start both of their names, unsure of which one to say before Elvis tuts. 

“Nah. Ya the first one ‘m gonna show how to treat her right. ‘Cause—” A huff of a laugh. “Ya may not believe it, but Binder, I gotta lotta respect for ya. Ya deserve this. Deserve this woman on ya arm, but my boy ya gotta take care of her.” His fingers move slowly inside of you as you try and speak. “Ya hear that? Haven’t even fucked her today and she’s that goddamn needy. Achin’ for my cock. Ya wanna help me give it to her? Wanna watch my cock slide in between that tight fuckin’ pussy ya get to sleep ‘side ever night?”

No. His instinctive answer is a resounding no but when he glances at you and how your body is trying to grind on Elvis’s hand, chasing a feeling you’ve experienced with both men in the room. Well, it makes up his mind easier than any other thing could have. “You— I’ll help you.” His hand reaches out to touch your chin, to replace Elvis’s hand only to be swatted away by the man in question. 

“Been callin’ the shots wit’ me all week. Right now Daddy’s in charge. Gonna give ya girl what she needs and give ya a lesson in it.”

Steve’s reaction startles him, a groan he has to turn into a cough as his cock pulses in his slacks. He’s not— he’s pretty sure he doesn’t indulge in those sorts of thoughts but Elvis— is another person entirely. He makes it so easy to just think about him in that way. In the sort of way he doesn’t think he should when he’s in a very committed…at least on his end, relationship. The only thing that manages to get Steve out of his head, the only thing that silences his thoughts is your moan and the sound of Elvis’s zipper and pants being undone. His cock springs forth from it confines in all its uncut glory and Elvis moves to grab Steve’s hand, moving it close to between your legs but not quite where it needs to be. 

You look down at Steve’s hand and smile at it along with Elvis’s cock. “Can he help you put it in, E? Can he?” 

“It’s like you read my mind, darlin’,” Elvis croons as he moves Steve’s hand to the front of his crotch right above his cock. “Ya heard that girl of yourn, Steve. Help me put it in. I’ll guide you.”

Steve’s never been one to back down from a challenge and today is no different as he wraps his hand around Elvis’s cock, allowing the man to help him pull back his foreskin before you shift just enough to expose your pussy to them both. Somehow you’ve lost your underwear and yet Steve can’t complain even as his free hand twitches with want to touch your pussy, to feel the slick heat of your arousal against his fingers. He wishes he could taste you right now but he’s supposed to just watch and assist. The three of you hiss as Elvis enters you. The burn erring just on the side of comfortable and Elvis marveling in how you’re still so tight and warm. Steve’s hand caught for a moment before he pulls it away and moves to undo his pants, the press of his cock beginning to be too much finally to the point where he’s certain he’ll die if he doesn’t manage some release. 

“Now, Steve, ya can’t be studyin’ and learnin’ if ya distracted. Ain’t no playin’ with that cock ya got ‘tween ya legs. It ain’t mine but I know she likes it jus’ plenty. Eyes on her pussy, Binder. Shame ya don’t got ya clipboard. Be able to take notes on how a real man takes care of his woman,” Elvis grips your hip and thrusts upward as you grind down on his cock before pulling back, his cock sliding out of you with an obscene squish of your combined arousal and Elvis’s precum. “Ya see, Stevie? Gotta let ‘er ride ya like the cowgirl she is. Gotta let ‘er take what she needs while you press into ‘er jus’—” he thrusts particularly hard and fast and you yowl in pleasure. “Right. Hard ‘nough for her to feel it in her stomach and in her throat. Use her like she’s usin’ ya. Mutual pleasure for the both o’ ya.”

Steve listens, Steve listens and yet the words start to jumble in his head the more he sees Elvis’s cock covered in your juices and the more he hears your mewls and cries and the more he sees Elvis touch your clothed breasts, squeezing them tightly in his hands. He’s not even sure of the passage of time or anything beyond the rush of his heartbeat in his head and the pulse of it between his legs. He’s doing what he was told, just watching as Elvis fucks you with a speed you don’t usually allow Steve to. Maybe— maybe he should do it the next time. He’s not as large as Elvis, but he could manage this pace. He could grab your breasts and pinch your clit and cover your neck with bruises he left there. 

“Steve—” you cry out in his mind and in front of him and when Steve looks at you, staring at him blissed out and fucked on another man’s cock, he can’t help the grunt that leaves his body. His orgasm slams into him not long after as he leans forward, trying to make it less obvious as his underwear fills with his release warm and sticky as he shudders. His mind registers that there’s no noise other than his breathing and your breathing and Elvis’s breathing before he looks up and sees you biting your lip and Elvis’s hand slipping between your legs even as he looks directly at Steve. 

“Didn’t think ya had that dirty secret, Stevie boy. What’d ya say I help her come since ya couldn’t even wait for her to finish. No wonder she came to me. Settle down and keep watchin’. Maybe I can make ya do it again? Make a real mess of ya.” 

Elvis’s hand slides between the two of you, his fingers sliding against your clit and rubbing in just the right way that his cock hadn’t been. Your whines increase in volume even as Steve starts to breath harder once again, his cock somehow rising to the attention like he’s a teenage boy. You bite your lip to try and hold back your noises before Elvis leans against you, whispering softly in your ear. 

“Scream for me, darlin’. Scream so he knows who ya really belong to. Who ya always gonna belong to no matter what happens.”

Those are the magic words that have your hands moving to his biceps and clawing at them as you come with a shout of Elvis’s name, the intensity causing aftershocks and shivers to flow through your body even as you sag against him, allowing him to use you until he pulls out, coming on your stomach. 

Elvis moves your head to face Steve and smirks as he pets your hair. “Think he learned, darlin’? Think he’s gonna take care of ya?”

Your eyes take in Steve’s face and his flushed cheeks. They glide down his body where you see his clenched fists and his cock against his slacks and you let out a small giggle. “I think, Daddy, he needs another lesson. Let him touch this time, though. Make it a little more hands on.”

taglist: @ab4eva, @blurredcolour, @butlersxbirdy, @precious-little-scoundrel, @eliseinmemphis, @prompted-wordsmith, @missmaywemeetagain, @lookingforrainbows, @araxw, @ellie-24, @austinbutlersgirl67, @heartbrake-hotel, @ccab, @18lkpeters, @slutforsomegoodlettuce, @dkayfixates, @kendralavon7, @chasingwildflowers, @notstefaniepresley, @wanderingelvis, @kxnnxy, @powerofelvis, @amydarcimarie, @justrae9903, @thegettingbyp2 i will probably use this same tag list for all of this wet hot summer minus any subtractions of people i know don't want austin fics. or if i'm not sure a kink is your jam.

#elvis presley #elvis 2022 #elvis presley x reader #elvis presley x you #elvis presley x y/n #steve binder x reader #steve binder x you #steve binder x y/n #ally's wet hot smut summer #ally writes #maybe that's the right amount of tags? #who knows.

[pantamonte]

Read carrd for more info + socials Carrd: https://pantamonte.carrd.co/ Art at times may contain sensitive content. Proceed with caution

No little kids following thx

Enjoy your stay. Or don't. I'll still be around.

#intro post #hey #if you recognize me from somewhere....no you don't #or maybe you do? #who knows. #Hope you are having a good day #Grimspeaking

[tickingoftheclocks]

Appalachian Murder Ballad Hatsune Miku.

One of the things I’ve ever drawn.

#clocks fanart #hatsune miku #hatsune miku fanart #miku #miku art #miku fanart #murder ballads #appalachain gothic #how the hell do i tag this #what is this #is there even an audience for this sort of thing??? #who knows. #posting it anyway

[jtl-fics]

All for the Raaaaaaaaaace (please)

WIP Wednesday (7/12/23) | All for the Race

"You know," the one Football team member starts, "I've heard Minyard say quite a few things about you in during the last pitstop." he says.

Neil didn't respond beyond raising his eyebrows.

"I heard him talking to one of the cheerleaders," he says, "they asked if he hated them for what they pulled in the last leg, he said you're the only one he hates." he says.

Neil laughs and a smile fills his face, "Yeah, he would say that."

The camera cuts to Andrew matching the flags without hesitation as the voice over from before continued, "I think it worked."

#All for the Race AU #AFTG #AFTG AU #Andreil #WIP Wednesday Ask Meme #Will I get through the current WIP requests or talk to a human person first #Who knows.