#+vale ig

[toni-peperoni]

I am back with more and probably the last of my Kinktober Prompts!!

Kinktober Prompt Day 30: Double Penetration

Ship: Marc Márquez/Valentino Rossi/Andrea Dovizioso

You can read it und the cut or here on ao3

"Do you think he can take it?", Vale asked like an offhand comment, like it didn't matter, like Marc wasn't even there.

"I don't know. Maybe we should ask him", Dovi answered as if they were in conversation about what they'd get for dinner, not in the middle of sex.

"Well. What do you say?", Vale asked, addressing Marc almost with disinterest. Marc was so hard, he thought he was about to explode.

"I can. Please, let me", he breathed, trying to focus his thoughts only on that, not on the dick, that was already buried deep inside him, already filling him so good, but not quite enough. How whenever Vale moved ever so slightly, it nudged all the right spots. But not long enough to actually grant Marc release. It was torture. Torture sweet as honey, dripping over him, like Dovi's finger's roaming over his back, around his body, over his sternum, along his abs, down his V-line just stopping above where Marc needed the touch the most, down his thighs, and back up on the other side, over his ass cheeks, up his spine until they reached his neck and the Italian had the decency squeezed the muscles. It made Marc's breath hitch, bringing him back to reality, mind threatening to melt away from him just before.

"Really? I'm not sure", Vale faked uncertainty.

The dynamic was fucking with his head, where Vale was hard and demanding, acting like he didn't really care, Dovi was soft, caring and still. Still just the right amount of making him work for it.

Marc nodded heavily from where he was basically glued to Vale's chest.

"Well show me then. Show me that you can fit me."

Marc blushed furiously, knowing what Dovi wanted from him, the humiliation of it burning on his face. He reached behind himself, spreading his cheeks, showing the Italian sitting on his heels behind him where Valentino's length was already disappearing into his body, where he needed the other Italian so much.

"Hm", Dovi pretended to ponder. "Looks quite tight to me. Why don't you show me, that your fingers fit in next to Vale, that might convince me."

Vale smirked at Dovi over Marc's body, tipping his head in a 'well played' motion, the younger Italian grimacing back in a 'you do what you can' fashion. That was Dovi's problem in Vale's head. He wasn't nearly as cocky as he could be with his skills. Especially with someone like Marc it wasn't only an option, it was a need. In his head, that was the only reason he was here. That this was the one thing, that Marc needed and Dovi couldn't give. He took great pride in that, even though he knew that he'd loose the fight for Marc everyday against Dovi.

Vale knew not to pick loosing battles, especially when this was what a peace agreement brought.

He could feel Marc pressing his face harder in his chest, trying to reach further behind and work his fingers inside himself next to Vale. The older man moaned, when the fingers entered, brushing against his dick, while also making it impossibly more tight.

One, then two fingers, Marc was determined to make it work, though right now, it couldn't be comfortable for him. He added the finger too quickly, needing it, abandoning his well being for now, twisting his shoulder in a way that it certainly wasn't supposed to go and looked painful.

Dovi was looking at Vale, concern in his eyes easy to read, dropping the act for a moment. Marc couldn't see him anyways. Vale understood and leaned his head closer to Marc.

"Is your upper arm making problems?", Vale whispered, he too dropping the act for the moment. Marc didn't want to admit it, didn't want to say it, because it made it real. His arm was hurting like a bitch and the other hand just didn't quite work like the right one used too. Tears were pricking at his eyes as he nodded. Honesty was the most important thing in their arrangement and Marc knew he had to tell.

Vale gave Dovi a look that told him the suspicion was correct.

"Okay, okay Marc, let me help you", Dovi soothed, gently removing Marc's fingers, placing his arm back in a position that he knew was comfortable for him, placing a kiss at the nape of the Spaniard's neck, just to make sure that Marc was reminded all that happened, happened for his pleasure, not to put any of them in actual pain.

Marc calmed again, barely even reacting, when Dovi inserted his first finger, slowly working it in. He just layed against Vale, enjoying how the older man's chest hair moved when he breathed in and out. Marc was sinking back into his headspace ever so slowly, focusing on nothing and everything that was happening at once.

Dovi added a second finger and when he thought the first one had been a tight fit, than this seemed almost impossible compared. He couldn't wait to feel it.

"Seems like you really can take it", Vale picked up again, giving a look to Dovi, urging him to say something too.

"I don't only think he can take it, I even think he deserves it", Dovi said, the grin easily being heard in his voice, as he added a third finger, making Marc whimper and Vale curse, as it also got tighter for him.

"Yeah you think?"

"Absolutely, look how well he's taking you the entire time and how well he's taking my fingers too", Dovi purred, moving his three fingers in and out, scissoring his fingers every now and then, awed by the fact that Marc actually opened further to accommodate him. "Do you deserve it, what do you think?"

Marc nodded heavily, reduced to almost nothing by the feeling of being so full and it only would get better from here.

"Words baby", Vale reminded, as Dovi also stopped moving his fingers to bring the point across.

"Please, please don't stop. I need it. I deserve it", Marc pleaded. "I've been so good, I waited so long to have you two, I didn't even touch myself ever since I knew this would happen. I was so good, I deserve this."

Dovi, somehow apparently still having brain functioning despite the man in front of him, literally having started to grind back onto his fingers and Vale's dick, voiced the thought that just occured to him: "Have you done that before? Touch yourself to the thought what it would feel like to have us both at the same time?"

"Barely anything else I think about whenever I do it. I need to know what it feels like. I need you Dovi please. I've been thinking about it for so long."

"Dirty mind", Vale whistled through his teeth. "Well then, we should grant that wish, shouldn't we?"

The two Italians looked at eachother, smirking, both in awe from the man between them. They too needed to get it on, they were both painfully hard, Marc having that effect most of the time, but right now, he was almost pliant between them, like wax between their fingers, melting with each and every touch.

"Let's make the fantasy real then", Dovi said hotly, tracing Marc's spine with his left hand from the neck all the way down to his tail bone, removing his fingers from inside Marc, making his rim spasm and trying to cling down on something that wasn't there anymore.

Dovi lined himself up, slowly starting to push in, not able to suppress the groan that escaped him from how tight it was. He kept his hand on the small of Marc's back, trying to reassure.

Marc whined, fingers digging into Vale's shoulders, clinging on for dear life, as he was split open. He was breathing heavily and laboured, trying not to tense up, that would only make things worse.

Vale put his hands on Marc back, drawing little circles with his fingers to make him relax. His own breathing was barely in control, Dovi sliding in along his length having his head spin from the sensation paired with the tightness of Marc, it was almost too much for him.

"I can't, I can't take it, it's to much", Marc said, voice alerted.

"You can", Dovi answered, kindly, but with zero uncertainty, pushing in further.

Marc made a noise neither of them had ever heard, but he took it like the champ he was.

"So good", Dovi whispered into Marc's ear, covering the Spaniard's body with his own from behind him. "You are so good for us right now."

"Our little slut, taking it like you were made for this", Vale said. The mix of praise and degradation coming from the two men was the last straw for Marc, anything falling from him, as he went completely lax between them.

Dovi bottomed out, staying there for a moment catching his breath, trying not to come on the spot from the feeling. All of them where breathing hard trying to make sense of this feeling, trying to file it away forever in their minds, because they never felt like that.

Marc still clung to Vale's shoulders, digging his fingers deeper, trying to convey what he wanted, despite words being gone from his grasp. Still Vale understood him. He started to move his hips, motioning for Dovi to do the same, as all of them moaned together from the sheer feeling of it all.

Dovi fucked up into Marc, whenever Vale was pulling out and Vale did the same when Dovi was pulling out, keeping Marc full nonstop, driving into his relentlessly, reducing him down to nothing but whimpers.

The two Italians both didn't have a lot of finess left to them, making the snaps of their hips fast and without a real rhythm, chasing their release from the feeling of how tight it was and how it felt, having their dicks move against one another.

Dovi placed kisses everywhere he could reach on Marc's body, Valentino doing the same, eventhough that was mostly just Marc's head and forearms. Marc was making noises that bordered being inhumane, not able to for a coherent thought anymore. They got higher and higher every second.

Vale was the first to finish, delivering one final thrust, before ropes of cum shot up Marc's hole, painting the inside white and delivering more lubricant for Dovi to keep on sliding as Vale already stopped. The other Italian followed suit, also one final thrust enough to make him come deep inside Marc, deeper than he'd gone previously, nudging Vale's dick into Marc's prostate one last time and if that wasn't the craziest feeling Marc had ever experienced, then he didn't know what was.

He came so hard, everything went white behind his eyelids and it felt like time was frozen.

"Fucking hell", Andrea mouthed out when he finally regained his breath.

Valentino nodded in agreement.

Marc was still laying on his chest, completely spent, his eyes closed. Dovi pulled out, he and Vale hissing both at the overstimulation of sliding along eachother and Valentino followed his lead. Marc's hole was fluttering trying to clench down on something that wasn't there anymore and still there was no actual reaction from Marc.

"Are you okay Marc", Dovi asked slightly concerned, caressing Marc's side lovingly.

"Never have been better", he mumbled, too spent to even lift his head.

"Let's get you cleaned up baby", Dovi smiled, before getting up to retrieve a wet cloth and a towel. Neither of them would be able to stand long enough to take a shower, so this had to do for now.

15 minutes later, they all were laying underneath the covers of Marc's bed, a movie playing on the TV, that neither of them was actually watching.

Marc was laying between them, head on Dovi's chest, legs tangled with Vale's, nearly falling asleep already.

"Thank you two", Marc whispered.

"It was my pleasure", Dovi answered.

"Always", Vale winked at Marc.

The younger man giggled sleepily, before closing his eyes.

Never in a lifetime, would Andrea or Valentino have thought they would be perfectly fine with sharing a bed with eachother, but principals had the tendency to go over board whenever and whereever Marc was involved.

For nothing in this world would they leave Marc right now. Nothing.

[bruciemilf]

Thinking about an AU where Clark landed on earth as an adult instead of a baby. Literally nothing changes except for Bruce having to hide this 6’4, 200 pound golden retriever who shoots lasers out of his eyes in his mansion.

Clark is VERY clingy and these soft whispers in his language send tremors down Bruce’s spine.

And, really, the moon rocks Clark keeps bringing are very beautiful, but it’s getting harder to explain where they come from.

[andillwriteyouatragedy]

"Once there was a little bunny who wanted to run away. So he said to his mother, 'I am running away.'

'If you run away,' said his mother. 'I will run after you. For you are my little bunny.'"

[amazing artwork by @natendo-art of cecil, carlos, esteban, and [redacted] from my ongoing wip (currently at 50k words and counting dw about it)!!]

[ image ID: fanart with a blue and green background showing Cecil Palmer, depicted as a gender nonconforming individual with long white hair, tan skin, five eyes, gold jewelry, and a large purple sweater decorated with eyes, and Carlos Robles, depicted as a masculine-presenting individual with shorter white-streaked black hair, dark skin, glasses, a beard, and a striped tie and shirt beneath a maroon blazer with elbow patches. the two of them hold two children between them and are kissing them on the cheeks. Esteban is in Cecil's arms; he has dark skin, black hair, and five eyes. He is wearing a small variant of Carlos's outfit with matching tie, and he is smiling. A smaller child is in Carlos's arms; she has dark skin, white hair, and five eyes. She is wearing a small dress variant of Cecil's sweater with matching eye pattern, and she is smiling around a pacifier in her mouth. ]

[tom-kinda-sucks]

thought i might want to post this on Tumblr :)

Not a good photo of this but yknow idk how to get a good photo-!

[topnotchquark]

I loved Louka Anargyros's ceramic sculpture collection "Locker Room" so I was looking through his Instagram. He had posted pictures of when he conceptualised the piece and I kid you not Marc and Vale are literally tacked on the board. Their gay ass podium selfie is literally on the inspiration board, plus their leathers.

[fox-guardian]

Cecil fursona? 👀

He seems like he’d be a possum, or something called a possum that absolutely is not a possum, but honestly anything goes

*CRACKS KNUCKLES* I'M GLAD YOU ASKED, I HAVE A FURSONA ALL PICKED OUT ALREADY ALJSDHAKJDHA

[ID: Two digital drawings of Cecil Palmer as an anthropomorphic indigo and purple cougar on a purple background. His paws, feet, cheeks, and hips have aqua crescent moons on them and the rest of his indigo fur is covered in rainbow stars, and his long tail is run through with rainbow stripes with an aqua and green stinger at the end. His irises are purple with white crescent moons as pupils and aqua sclera, and his paw pads and the inside of his mouth are aqua and green, and his claws are green.

The first image is from the chest up and shows him wearing Night Vale Radio headphones and speaking into a microphone. He is wearing a lilac denim vest with a large purple button with a green weed leaf and white text reading "Keep Night Vale Groovy" in all caps, with "groovy" in a 70s retro font. Under his vest, he's wearing a black t-shirt with "D.A.R.E." written on it in red, and the sleeves are torn off. He is smiling and gesturing with his paw hands.

The second image is full body and shows him standing on one foot with his hip popped out and his paw hands held up near his face with the backs facing the viewers, showing the crescent moons. He is smiling at the viewer with his tongue sticking out. He is wearing a pink and lilac cropped tank-top with an eye-shaped titty window, a short green and white striped ruched skirt, a bright yellow raincoat hanging off his shoulders, gold hoop earrings and a gold chain necklace with a green cactus pendant, and rainbow sequin platform sandals. His tail is curling out beside him. end ID]

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he is a cougar sparklecritter with khoshekh-like traits, meaning he's got the spine ridges and tendrils and all that jazz (sometimes) and of course, the stinger on the tail. i just think that since i headcanon cecil to be a lil older than carlos, him being a Literal Cougar is very funny to me and also he deserves the garish rainbow delight that is the sparklecritter vibe. i got excited to draw these because i already had them brewing, thank you SO MUCH for requesting this alshdajdha

[asydicsydney]

I need all of you to remember this

I called The Boy being Kevin on his debut episode

I summoned the Kevin return Halloween special with my Halloween costume

And I said that March 15th will be The Sandstorm Pt. 2 on January 4th, and I'll be dressed as Kevin tomorrow for Desert Bluffs day

If I get this one right too I will never shut up about it

[beansprout-tea]

RIP TO THAT CORPORATE BADDIE 😩

[w2nv]

Cecil Palmer stimboard; I wanted to try smth different,,

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[catparty41]

Just lisntened to wtnv ep 73, triptych.

Kevin nooooo 😭😭😭😭 you poor soul ☹️ why’d they gotta make you have such a sad and sympathetic backstory

[graveltrapping]

Debutant | new and novel

Female Marc Márquez

Previous | Next

Uccio doesn’t really care the first time it happens.

Why would he? Valentino was back at Yamaha, he had an incredible opening race,  and to top it off they were all currently at a very nice restaurant with good food and even better drinks. The stake he was eating was perfectly done and just a tiny bit bloody while the wine that had been paired with it was beautifully rich. Music, low and soothing, was playing in the background and melded with the chatter that seemed to come from every corner of the room. It was a quiet night at the establishment and so far no-one had come up asking for photos or autographs. Everything was good.

Everything would be even better if Vale sat back down.

The table they were sat at, tucked int the corner of the rustic restaurant, was draped in a pristine white table cloth and dressed with fine shiny silverware that glittered whenever the hanging lights overhead caught them, the glasses were the same. Polished and pristine, they glittered like crystal. The several plush chairs that had been set up around the table were filled mostly by friends with the occasional Yamaha team member but the seat near the head of the table was empty and pushed back messily, half sticking out into the servers isle before it was tugged back in by the man sitting beside it. The drink that had been ordered sat untouched by an empty dinner plate.

Valentino himself was on the other side of the room.

Uccio can see the exact reason why.

Mar Marquez had walked into the restaurant with a smile and loud laughter, giggling at something her younger brother had said, dressed in some jeans and an oversized dark red t-shirt. Her hair was wild, black coils spilling out of the short little ponytail setting at the nape of her neck. She could of disappeared in the group she was with. Smaller than the rest, most of whom were Honda engineers or family, they orbited her like she was the sun. Rooted firmly at the centre of their attention, she was unmissable even in the hustle and bustle as they were seated at a table near the bar at the back of the room. Vale hadn’t taken his eyes off her.

He had simply said “I’ll be back” and strutted across the room.

He was on her now. Standing behind her chair and head leaned down to talk to the table, both hands planted firmly on her shoulders in a touch Aleccio would consider a bit over familiar. He would consider Mars own touch even more so. Her hands had come up as soon as Vale touched her, palms smoothing over his knuckles before her hands smoothed downwards so she could curl her fingers around his own. Holding him there. Valentino didn’t seem to care, just squeezed her tighter and said smoothing funny that had the whole table breaking out into loud laughter. Marquez had laughed as well, loud and distinct, her curls brushing his throat. Mar had then said something that had the Italians attention almost immediately. Her head was tilted back, cupid bow mouth moving a mile a minute, and Valentino had to pull back a small bit to look at her properly with how close he had been.

His hands remained.

“What do you think he’s saying” Alessio couldn’t held but asked the men around him. He sipped the wine, and winced when it went down a little less sweetly.

“Probably just congratulations.” Mattia hummed as he took a long sip from his own glass “She did good in Qatar”

More laughter echoed from the spaniards tables and they watched as Vale shook hands with several Honda engineers and the brother, Alex, who looked a mix between in awe and intimidated.

Tommas a scoffed slightly “Nearly knocked him off his bike”

Mattia smiled “Ah, she’s a rookie, she’ll learn”

“Learn what?” Daniel quickly put in his own two cents as he watched Vale pull a seat up beside Mar “How to kill someone properly? She’s been pulling the same shit since 125ccs and will continue to do it until she actually throws someone off their bike”

Mar at this point was pointing out several people at the table Uccio didn’t recognise as Vale reached out to shake their hands. They were either family or part of her Moto2 team that she had brought with her up into the new class.

“I thought you liked her” Mattia hummed. He scratched his stubble and shared a look with Uccio who just sipped his drink and cut viciously into his stake.

“I do!” Daniel defended, hands raised, as a flush rose to his face “Its just…”

“Just what?” Alessio couldn’t help but chuckle, knife scarping against the plate “She got you tongue tied, batted her lashes at you and knocked those thoughts out of your fat head?”

Tommas laughed loudly this time “Think she’ll hear you, crash into you instead, run you over coming out of the box?”

More laughter raised around the table as Tommas gripped Daniels and shook him slight, pinching his flushed face meanly. Uccios grinned around his mouthful of food.

“You could ask her to kiss it better after though!”

“Shut up.” Daniel huffed as he slapped the older mans hands away from his still pink cheeks “She’s good, alright, but she just…, just not careful!”

“Who’s not careful?”

Valentinos voice had several mouths snapping shut with clicks and several others taking deep swigs of fine red wine. Tommas grinned particularly broadly as Daniel slumped in his seat, not looking at Rossi and instead focusing intently on his half eaten carbonara. The Italian pulled out the chair he was originally in, fancily carved feet dragging against the floor, and dropped down heavily. He was grinning. He was also holding a glass of white wine he had taken from the spaniards table. 

Those clever blue eyes jumped from person to person before settling on Uccio, brow raising.

Uccio stole a glance back over Vales shoulder.

Mar had her back to them, ponytail now undone, but almost sensing the eyes on her she threw a glance back over her shoulder. Her gaze didn’t go to the man looking at her, no, it zeroed in on Valentino and lingered there. Dissecting, intense, measuring him up even. Her attention was stolen by her brother a moment later. Alex said something that had her laughing, her whole body curving towards him as her head tilted backwards. Valentino glanced backwards at the sound.

Something rankled in his gut, but he gave Vale a carefree grin and decided to just enjoy the rest of his night rather than mull over a thought that deserved a more sober mind.

“Nobody”

He wasn’t much more sober when it happened a second time.

This time they’re at a team diner, everyone sat a the table exclusively Yamaha staff while the tables dotted around them are filled with the rival teams that inhabit the paddock. The tables are draped in similar white cloths, the silver is still shiny, and the glasses are just as polished. Sure the wine wasn’t as nice and they’re were no stakes on the menu to order, which is probably for the better considering how many people there were in the room, but the food that is available is still nice. Was. He had lost his appetite actually, belly flipping at the sight of what was happening across from him in full view of Yamaha head staff and who knows how many photographers that had bartered themselves an entry pass or invitation.

Valentino had pushed his chair about a meter away from the table he was sat at, abandoning his food and drinks and any chance of talking about early contract extensions, and twisted had himself at a full 180 so his back was to them all.

Mar had done the same to her own table.

The Honda team had taken their seats at the dressed up table directly beside their own, with the girl being pushed to take the seat nearest the front and across from Pedrosa who she had been chatting too when they entered. Her attention was quickly stolen by Valentino however, when he turned in his chair to poke at her back to get her to turn around. She had startled slightly, curls bouncing, but the smile she had given was broad and nearly blinding when she realised who had tapped her. Her hair was down, ends curling around her jaw, and she was dressed in a dark pair of jeans and a black button down shirt that seemed a bit tight across the shoulders and arms. The pair had exchanged a few words throughout the night after that, chatting on the way to the bar or simply passing by when talking to others, but they had seemingly fallen into a rabbit hole of conversation the moment food was served. Both pushed way from their tables and blocking a full passage between the tables, they were both staring at Valentinos phone.

He had pushed his chair out, leaning back on its two hind legs to shake Mars shoulder, and had beckoned her closer while pulling out his phone. She had gone easy, her crew chief visibly rolling his eyes when she abandoned their conversation to scoot her chair backwards and press as close as decently possible. Uccio couldn’t hear what they were talking about, the room large and full of echoing voices, but they were both engrossed in it completely. Mar was fixated on Vale, watching both his phone and as his free hand moved through these fluid motions of curving and bending around what Uccio could only guess was a race track.

Was he explaining a racing line he took? Was he critiquing a turn she had over shot? Was he dissecting her first premier class win.

Uccio didn’t know.

What he did know, however, was that Valentino was completely engrossed in the conversation he was having to the point of ignoring the literal holders of his contract. Sure, early contract extension was basically already completely assured by Valentinos name alone but security and term adjustments were always able to be changed and tweaked even in the early stages, to just get ahead of the curve. He could do as he always did. Talk, joke, charm the ass off of every person at the table and firmly cement himself back into the foundations of Yamaha. Take back the place Lorenzo was trying to fill.

Instead he was talking to the girl.

He shouldn’t really be too surprised. Vale had always made an effort with rookie riders, even supported young drivers coming up through the feeder series, but this was just…, god he couldn’t even think properly. He took long sip of his wine. It was fine, really, she was a fellow rider and rival. But she was also a girl. He couldn’t just take the liberties that he usually did with other riders but Vale, as he always was, just didn’t seem to care. Uccio needed him to. She was a novelty at best, extremely bad press at worst. Bad thing by association and Uccio wasn’t really willing to risk anything after two long and hard years at Ducati.

He supposed Vale could see those thoughts on his face when he finally rejoined the table.

“ We are supposed to be talking about business” Was the first thing he said to him. Thankfully they were seated side by side so Alessio could speak to him discreetly without drawing attention and making his problem anyone else’s.

Vale just grinned and grabbed his wine glass “You’re talking about business”

“Cause you’re talking to her”

“Yes”. Unashamed. Smug, maybe?

“Vale”

“Uccio”

A moment of silence passed between them. 

Valentino wasn’t stupid, he knew what Uccio meant the moment their eyes met. 

Mar was the first woman in the premier class of the sport, she was new and novel and basically every single eye in the motorsport world was fixated on her every moment of her career and, by extension, every person she interacted with. Everyone she looked at, spoke too, touched. Everything was under a lens. Picked apart by team members, reporters, and fans alike. All vultures in some way or another. She was sweet, yes, a pretty pr face but her riding was aggressive and left so many angles of criticism open but she just didn’t seem to care. Just smiled a shrugged everything off. It all still hung around her though. Every comment a reporter or fellow driver made followed her presence closely even as she moved rapidly up though the series, snatching championships with that aggressive and mean driving that people used as a gateway to criticising Mar and everything else she was. Everything she could be. 

Valentino didn’t need that shit on his plate right now.

But Valentino just grinned and took a long draw of his wine.

[zazikels]

MR HADES................WHAT ARE WE

Bonus:

[grimbeak]

was it just me or was cecil more kevinphobic than usual this episode

[perl-in-my-head]

Thinking about the wtnv lost&found episode, because I have not yet recovered from that. Because yes I'm also missing the sunlight as it was on my 18th birthday and it fell through the windshield when I was driving around aimlessly with my friends and no it has never felt that way since.

[eldritcheyecryptid]

“Oh you have ADHD and possibly autism?? Your hyper-fixation must be frogs or animation!” 

no...my hyper-fixations are the Silence of The Lambs/Hannibal franchise, Better Call Saul, and paranormal/horror podcasts.

[nekohrine]

happy ace day from me and some of my fav and current CANON ACE reads! 💜