#》 Kay Speaks 《

[salparadiselost]

People need to draw the bats vigilanting in the snow more. They live in friggin’ New Jersey. I know their asses are frozen. I wanna see Bruce slip on black ice and break one of his old man hips.

[endereies]

I'm getting pitbull vibes😭

a dad i’d like to fuck

[owenhcrper]

this has probably been pointed out before but I was rewatching dmc and I noticed davy jones uses his tentacles to keep his hat on when the ship goes underwater

and that's such a neat detail idk

[wouldvecouldveshouldve]

its hard to be anywhere when all i want is you… but i can still see it all in my mind, all of you, all of me…

[endereies]

THANK UUU🫶

When your car stalls you only think of one person to call

Having your car die between the hum of flickering streetlamps that only highlighted the potholes in the road wasn’t exactly your idea of a peaceful evening. Yet here you were, stuck in a side ditch with a dead car that busted a few minutes ago. The evening chill seemed to pick up since you stopped which simultaneously spiked your sense of dread.

You’ve walked away from worse, but this part of town made anyone on edge. In the last few minutes, you’d already seen a group of bikers go past slower than you’d consider appropriate, which made all the wrong parts of your mind tick.

You check your phone, providing the only real brightness for a while. 11:47pm 12%. Well, that wasn’t ideal. Conserving as much battery as possible, you swipe through all your contacts. Calling any roadside pickup was sure to provide questions about the sheer amount of modifications performed illegally on your car and being investigated at midnight also wasn’t ideal.

You could call Angel, but you became painfully aware that she was definitely with Matt – not something you’d like to interrupt. With Matt also unavailable, you couldn’t ask him for a jump start. Your thumb hovered over several other contacts, all with their own reasons for unavailability. Shit.

But ultimately, your thumb lands of Chris’ contact. It was one you saved ages ago when you needed to pay him back for some tools from the garage but other than that speech was minimal. Regardless, you knew he was reliable and that was a better shot than anything else.

Two rings quietly buzzed into your ear. “What’s up.” His voice was lower than you’d heard it before but just as steady.

“My car’s dead and I’m not exactly stuck in a great area…”

“Send me your location. I’m on your way.” No protest has room to fit in the conversation as you heard the tone ring back to you, a sharp beep completely opposite to his voice.

There wasn’t much to do than rest on the hood on your car, shutting your phone off once you saw just how much it had diminished already. Without any distractions, all your senses began to heighten. Even with the chill flowing through the air – it felt heavy.

You shifted your weight against the hood, trying to ground yourself to something familiar. Even as the cold metal pressed on your skin, the engine was still faintly warm beneath you. You checked your phone again. Still off. Still dying. Still no idea if he was actually coming.

Eventually you heard it. The low, classic purr of an engine – unlike any normal car on the road. Turning your head only led to you being blinded by the headlights but it stopped directly behind yours. Your eyes idled on the silhouette shifting inside, then the door opened with a distinct click. The sight of Chris stepping out relaxed you more than you’d like to admit – recognisable.

A black hoodie layered under a worn-out leather jacket was paired with a thick pair of jeans. They didn’t have holes like any other time you saw him, a little oil-stained like he’d come straight from a garage.

You opened your mouth to say something, an apology for dragging him out, but his soft glare made you stay quiet. Your body gently slid off the vehicle, standing back on solid ground.

“You good?” Chris didn’t even look up as he spoke.

“Just cold, and annoyed.”

He responded with a knowing glance – no words. He was good at that.

“Alternator’s dead and your battery is halfway there.” You hadn’t seen him lift the hood and already he had an answer to your problems.

“And that means what exactly?” You met his side, studying your car as if you could also see what was so wrong. But he quickly left to his own car, the boot opening.

“That I have to jump you, but you’ll need a new one.”

His voice hasn’t changed emotion since the phone call and now you’re wondering if it ever changes. Or if he cares enough to try. The boot slamming closed shuts those thoughts off like a kill switch.

“Wait – you brought jumper cables? Who just keeps those in their car?” His eyes stared at you like he was perfectly normal for it. Anytime a manual recommended to keep a select few tools in your vehicle, you scoffed. If it didn’t fit the car, it didn’t belong. Simple.

“People who know things go wrong.”

Chris stepped around the front of your car again, rolling his sleeves up past his elbows. His boots crunched softly against the gravel shoulder – metal clinked as he unravelled the thick, coiled jumper cables. You hovered beside him, arms crossed more for warmth than attitude, watching as he connected the red and black clamps with a practiced ease. You didn’t even have time to feel embarrassed about not knowing which one went where.

“You drive this thing like it owes you money,” he muttered, mostly to himself. “No wonder it gave up.”

You scoffed at his comment, regardless of how true it was. “It’s built for speed, not reliability.”

Chris shot you a sideways look. “So’s a lit match.” There was the faintest twitch at the edge of his mouth, and you realized that might’ve been his version of a joke. You took it.

“Get in. Try the key.”

You obeyed, slipping behind the wheel. The seat creaked under your weight, colder now than it had been before. You turned the key and, for a moment, nothing. Then, the dashboard flickered to life. The engine sputtered, coughed once, and turned over. Alive again.

Chris gave a small nod and stepped away from his car to start disconnecting the cables. You watched him work through the windshield, careful and silent, a ghost under the glow of those flickering streetlamps. By the time he’d packed everything up and slammed his trunk shut, you were out of the car again, arms wrapped tightly around yourself again.

“Next time,” he muttered, voice low and firm, “call me sooner.”

You blinked at him silently a few times. You questioned whether he’d even show up after the phone call and now he was pushing it?. “I didn’t even think you’d pick up.”

“Then think better.”

He looked over his shoulder to you again, checking over more than your engine. The disbelief on your face was masked horrendously, yet, you both knew better than to comment on it.

“Drive behind me, if you stalls, I’ll pull you the rest of the way.”

“Seriously?”

Chris just nodded as he eased back into his vehicle, leaving you standing alone on the roads again. He didn’t wait for any kind of response, not even acknowledging your movements after that. You saw him just adjusting his radio and shoving a toothpick between his lips. You wanted to tell him you were fine, that any more help wasn’t needed. But the unease of being in location made you grasp whatever patience you had left, enter your car and pull out the ditch with a steadying engine.

The neighbourhood drifted by in a smooth blur of closed storefronts and full driveways, eventually opening up to familiar roads. Muscle memory kicked in at this point as your mind silenced for the first time in a while. You weren’t waiting for anything bad to happen, nor was your unreliant car infiltrating your thoughts. Because every time you looked up, his car was always just right there.

He was always right there.

[kay-spider]

Worst part of the Cult of the Lamb update for me was going to the mating tent and not only not being allowed to use it but finding out 2 of my followers were listed as being Lovers with Narinder...

Suffice to say they are no longer with us 😔🙏

[kayoftheshire]

writing makes me want to bang my head against the wall I HAVE THE FUCKING SCENE IN MY HEAD WHY CANT I PUT IT INTO WORDS ON THE PAGE DAMN

[oasivy]

would anyone be open to sharing some teen sims with me? (may live in sulani)

[brucewaynepinupzine]

Hi! Around how much will the physical zine be estimated to cost? I'd like to know if possible, I'll need to know how much to save up for it!

Hello,

We have not finalised the pricing for the zine but I would use my previous zines @timdrakeflipzine and @batfam-au-zine as guides for what zine pricing will probably be. Keep in mind though, the physical book for the Bruce Wayne Pin-up Zine will be an oversized A4 size (8.27 x 11.69in) with foil on the cover and centerfolds, so the pricing is a bit unique.

[endereies]

Matt whimper audio when?

[wouldvecouldveshouldve]

i roll my eyes SO HARD whenever i see comments saying "i don’t think taylor knows who she is at this point. it’s kind of sad at 34 years old" all because she's wearing a denim corset with heels. It's so wildly parasocial and also just ridiculous to say she's having an identity crisis based on an outfit she's wearing.

[plurapony]

being a system SUCKS here's why:

ok so i start to get into creepypasta you know ticci toby, ben drowned that kind of shit the well talked about creepypasta. cus it's scary and fun.

and now for some reason, there's a child who has decided he also likes creepypasta but is also scared by it and constantly asks to hold my hand... i don't even know this kid!! BUT IM NOT ALLOWED TO SAY NO

so yeah i can read creepypasta but not without him. i don't even a get a choice in the matter!!! hate being part a system fr

[frickfrackchickenstack]

Sigskk date night idea where they go to an amusement park, play at the arcade, and after closing go up the steps next to the tallest coaster in the park and let sigma enjoying the view - mayhaps w a certain gravity manipulator making sigma feel weightless and dazai walking with a smile as sigma laughs

Idk man i just want soft sigskk so badly

[velvetsainz]

it has been foretold

[salparadiselost]

The Poison Control Helpline is such an awesome free service that I don’t think enough people appreciate.

[unbound-space-trash]

my roommates and I went to see Nosferatu tonight

something tells me that the guy sitting next to me didn’t enjoy it as much as I did though, because as soon as the credits started rolling, he got up grumbling about how “that was nothing like Twilight” as he got his things together