#((funny how the fact she knows she'd never let an opportunity to punch him pass her by))

[vghtsupes]

@thcrealheroes ; soldier boy : if i didn’t know any better, i’d say you were trying to seduce me. three hundred & ninety prompts ; always accepting.

     𝐡𝐞  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝  𝐡𝐨𝐰  𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡  𝐡𝐞  𝐠𝐨𝐭  𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧.     maggie  knew  exactly  what  he  was  and  yet  they  were  at  a  constant  stalemate  with  one  another.     she  couldn't  kill  him  without  blowing  her  own  cover,  no  one  in  their  neighbourhood  would  even  begin  to  understand  about  monsters,  creatures  of  the  night  and  those  who  are  trained  to  hunt  them.     plus  she  doubts  any  of  them  would  believe  her  that  her  hot  new  neighbour  was  actually  a  vampire.     ben  carter  was  so  much  more  than  what  they  all  thought,  she  had  to  resist  rolling  her  eyes  whenever  they  talked  about  how  charming  and  attractive  he  is  because  she  all  knew  that  was  part  of  a  vampire's     𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞,     gaining  trust  to  be  able  to  get  close  to  them.     he  was  constantly  there,  despite  how  much  she  wished  he  wasn't  and  as  much  as  she  knew  what  he  was,  she  was  pretty  sure  that  he  knew  exactly  what  she  was  too.

     𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐞  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭  𝐭𝐨  𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲  𝐢𝐧  𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥,     to  not  let  emotions  get  the  better  of  her  and  to  not  get  so  frustrated  at  him  that  she  threw  a  punch  in  his  direction.     but  sometimes  it  just  got  too  much,  which  was  exactly  how  she  found  herself     𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠     him  to  a  wall  away  from  some  summer  party  that  one  of  their  neighbours  were  having.     she  was  was  only  here  because  her  neighbours  had  told  her  that  ben  was  planning  to  come,  she  was  only  here  to  make  sure  he  didn't  kill  anyone.     but  the  way  he  spoke,  it  just  made  her  roll  her  eyes,  pushing  him  against  the  wall  once  more  and  letting  him  go,  taking  a  step  back  from  him,     "     you  are  fucking  delusional,  you  know  that,  right?     "

     𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬  𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝  𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭  𝐚𝐬  𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝  𝐚𝐭  𝐡𝐢𝐦,     blue  eyes  flicking  over  his  face  and  she  wished  she  could  just  take  the  knife  that  she  had  hidden  in  one  of  her  boots  to  show  him  exactly  how  she  was  not  trying  to  seduce  him,     "     you  really  think  you  are  some  gift  to  women,  don't  you?     i  bet  that  line  usually  works,     "     she  teased,  but  she  didn't  hide  her  distaste  for  him.     the  two  of  them  may  be  dancing  around  the  fact  that  they  know  exactly  what  each  other  are,  but  when  she  felt  like  it  was     𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞     enough  to  show  him  exactly  what  she  thought,  she'd  never  pass  up  that  opportunity.     it  didn't  matter  to  her  how  attractive  he  was,  or  how  charming  or  funny  he  could  be,  he  was  a  vampire  and  she  knew  exactly  what  she  should  do  with  monsters  like  him,     "     i'm  just  here  to  make  sure  you  don't  hurt  anyone  here,  these  women  are     .     .     .     not  for  your  amusement,  got  it?     "

[viatrixed]

Meme.

@mcnoceroscaeli​ asked :  [ seduce ]  For your muse to touch mine sexually.

It’s a battle of tongues with no room for breath , her arms clasped about his neck to hold him close. Her fingers grasp and gently tug at the ends of his hair while her mouth is busy claiming his. As she meshes her lips with the harbinger’s she’s alerted to the sharp taste of iron . . No doubt from the countless nips she’d left upon him. It was unavoidable given her teeth were a bit sharper than most , but it shouldn’t have been a problem. After all , as he was so eager to inform her when it came to wounds , pain was proof you were alive ; And if there were any time to feel alive , well , it’d be right now wouldn’t it ?

She can feel the hands that had been on her mid-riff sliding down to her waist and with their movements a shudder follows. For a moment she breaks away , tugging at his bottom lip with her teeth before releasing. Out of breath , she’s on the verge of panting to catch it. The air felt heavy and muddled , it felt . . Hard to think , but that was fine. She knew what she wanted to do , and that was all she needed.

Iffrita’s eyes remain half-lidded , pupils blown wide with an affectionate gaze , her face tinted pink from the lack of air and other . . Obvious reasons. She takes the moment to survey his face and form . . Her awareness of his hands , now rubbing her sides slowly , is raised. For someone so violent , he had a way with gentle touches . . And when had he become so . . Soft ? And pleasant to touch? 

With one last puff for breath , she leans back in ; One of the hands in his hair gripping firmly and tilting his head back. Warm and damp , her lips press against his jugular before her tongue slides along his skin. Her attack on his neck is slow and methodical - A kiss , a lick , a bite , then repeat. Sometimes in the same place multiple times until his skin turned red from attention. Throughout this , she keeps herself close , hips pressed to his , grinding for friction with each smooch.

By the time she’s satisfied , he’s marked from his collarbone upwards , and softly she retraces each mark with another kiss. It would seem at times like this her possessive side shone through . . There was no way to hide all those even with his scarf.

Then , she pushes her face into his shoulder , a loud rumbling purr coming from her throat before the Noah begins working her way up to his ear with another trail of kisses. Biting at the lobe , her form arches into his after she takes notice of his hands bunching the fabric of her blouse up. She gives him little trouble as he slips it up , over , and off . . Albeit , she wasn’t sure why she had no bra on but , his hands sliding back up her abdomen to paw at her chest gains him a breathy whimper beside his ear.

They were warm . . And despite the fact he was being particularly gentle , the natural callousness of his hands was there , but even that felt good. Attempting to push her chest against his hands , she’s surprised to find her vice grip hold on him being pushed away. The hands he’d moved to her shoulders slide back to her waist as soon as she’s eye to eye with the ginger.

Confused and disappointed at the loss of warmth , she locks eyes with Childe , searching silently for an answer but receiving none until he shoves his face between her breasts. She’s startled , and it shows , the fluster on her face darkening . . But she doesn’t stop him. One of her hands shifts again , raising to sprawl her fingers through the red fluffy mop on his head.

His hair was soft too . . The momentary peace is broken as she registers a sharp nip against her chest , immediately looking down to find him with a smug grin on his face. 

Normally she’d have smacked him over the head for that . . In fact . . Why didn’t she ? Why were they doing this ? Now that she thought about it . . When had she even come to his room ? Where was this room ? Where was Paimon ? ? ?

And with that last thought , Iffrita’s eyes shoot open , her body waking itself with a jarring jolt that has the Noah a bit winded while her eyes adjust to the darkness of the room around her. Glancing to one side , there was Paimon with a hold of her right hand . . And to the other side , there was Childe , fast asleep.

She felt . . Sweaty , and hot. Her body felt twitchy but she was going to chalk that up to being suddenly woken like she had. The sensations from her dream still lingered . . Though now they only made her cringe.

A dream ? No , more like a nightmare. In what world would she ever let something like that happen ? The longer she stares at his sleeping face , the more she’s reminded of what she’d been subject to in sleep , and the more shame filled rage begins to rise in her . . Gradually turning her face red.

With a deep breath in , she takes hold of the pillow she’d been snuggling in her free hand , raises it , and brings it down with force onto the snoozing harbingers face.

“ WHO SAID YOU WERE ALLOWED ON THE BED ! ? GET OFF ! ”

[ghostbustermelanieking]

oddly specific memories i have of listening to tma

in honor of the finale, and because i am a sentimental asshole, i bring you this potentially uninteresting and completely pointless list. i'm gonna miss this show a lot

half my original reasoning for listening to the podcast was to motivate me to walk on the treadmill. this did not work. but i did it the first time, when i was going through the trailers and anglerfish, and i remember the room where my dad keeps the treadmill is really dark and the spooky chanting sort of freaked me out

after the treadmill, i ended up listening to the bulk of the first four episodes on the couch, and halfway through i let my oldest cat, winnie, who always lived outside (i know, i was very against actually keeping her outside) in the house. and she jumped up on the couch with me, which she literally never did. (she was very grumpy and not super affectionate.) i had that cat since i was five, and she passed last june, and i really miss her. quarantine kind of gave us the opportunity to hang out with her a lot, because we were home so much. so i'm glad these memories are kind of intersected in my mind. (below: a pic i have from that day.)

my friend sarah relistened along with me the first time around, which was extraordinarily sweet of her, and also led to some interesting interactions. for example: she forgot when it was revealed that sasha was dead, so she accidentally spoiled that for me when i asked when the others would find sasha (and i spent all of season 2 just like. anxiously vibrating over this fact). she also made this post, when i was still in like early first half of season 1, and my immediate thought was "oh no martin is dead." i hadnt even MET martin at this point

back in early quarantine, my mom had this rule that we had to do something new every day (to keep away the depression... ha ha). anyways, all i wanted to do in my free time was sit around and listen to tma (and also watch this show i was into on netflix), so i came up with some lame excuses, one of which was "i'll give myself a pedicure." this led to the memory i ultimately associate with mag 56 (trevor herbert 2) being me sitting out on our roof balcony thing, giving myself a horrendous pedicure

another time, my family wanted to go play tennis, and they brought me along and brought a hammock for me to lay in. there was this excess material from the hammock, and the sun was in my eyes, so i ended up pulling it up and over me to block the sun and creating this ridiculous hammock cocoon thing. one of the episodes i listened to that day? "tucked in."

before i ever started the show, my friend sarah stayed with me while i was pet sitting. i remember when she got there, she'd just listened to 150 and was telling me how freaky it was (she was still trying to get me into the show), and she was like "of course we're staying on a CUL DE SAC." (that was also the weekend she watched us for the first time and was very upset because i slept through the whole thing, which is scary when you're staying somewhere by yourselves.) anyways, i spent the whole show waiting for the scary cul de sac episode

while i was listening to the show for the first time, my step-dad (an artist) started painting an EYE on the door downstairs near my bathroom. a fucking EYE. he didn't finish it til i had finished the show. but still weird!!

i binged like 12 episodes in one day to finish season 4, which is not impressive at all, but it's still my personal record. i just remember staying up late in my dark bedroom (til like.... 11 i'm lame and i go to bed early), listening to like 158 & 159 & 160 and just being knocked on my ass by how good it all was... i was SUPER spoiled by this point, through my own fault, and i knew exactly what was coming, but actually experiencing it was nuts

the second week i listened live was 167, where the public release was delayed by a couple hours by accident. i spent like 20 minutes refreshing spotify, thinking it was broken, before going on tumblr and seeing what the deal was. (and 167 remains one of my favorites of s5 because i remember just going "thank god it was worth the wait.")

this one car ride where sarah and i made some of our friends listen to the first three episodes of the show. it was the middle of the night and we were just like blasting down i40 listening to anglerfish and do not open etc

the night the what the ghost episode publicly dropped was the night after my graduation, and i was sleeping out on the couch in the living room so my grandfather could sleep in a bed. it was super dark, and i am a jumpy person, and i Remember being mildly disgusted with myself because the corny sound effects were actually freaking me out. (i think i mightve actually seen something weird that night, maybe, but that's another story.)

the weekend my parents moved me into college, we couldn't get the cable in the house we were staying in, and we were all sitting around doing nothing, so i jokingly suggested starting tma with them, and they were like ok grace. my step-dad promptly fell asleep and my mom zoned out -- which is probably good, she doesn't like horror and she's super claustrophobic, so it's probably better we never got to do not open

my brief roommate in college talked about how she was into those youtube channels where people just read scary stories, so of course i was like try tma out. so she listened to the first episode on her own, and we were out one night, and she started mag 02 while i went into an ice cream place. she was into it (she kept being like open it, ya pussy) and wanted to keep listening while we went home, and even back in our room. i had only been in town for a couple weeks, and barely knew my way around, but i also didn't want to turn the gps on and be interrupted every five seconds. so i tried to find our way back on my own. it took the entirety of mag 03, and into mag 04, before i did it. so now i will forever associate across the street with all those wrong turns i took in a dark, semi unfamiliar city, trying to get back to our college without a gps

the day of the early drop for 179 was the day i moved back home from college -- a five hour drive by myself. i ended up listening to it on the final stretch of the trip, when i was super tired and it was dark and i knew it'd probably be a crazy episode. just me full blasting down i40, drinking an energy drink (which i never do) through a hole punched in the top, listening to daisy's death

186 early dropped the day after initial u.s. election day (when we still didn't know anything). my mom had set up a "watch party" in the living room with these giant air mattresses, and we all sort of spent the day crowded around the TV watching the numbers. not much of a memory, but i remember sitting on that air mattress and listening to martin's monologue in the midst of that messy week

i had a virtual therapy appointment on the day of 187's early drop, and my dad was home, so i drove to an empty parking lot to do the session in some privacy. i was trying to listen to the episode before the session started, so i ended up listening to the last half sitting in my car, in the pouring rain, just staring at my radio in shock (187 remains one of my favorite s5 episodes)

my friend sarah had just come home for winter break the day 189 dropped, and we decided to listen together, just like driving around in circles drinking coffee and listening and speculating on whether or not that was really martin

i started my relisten right after thanksgiving and was just kind of blowing through fast as i could through the whole of december. i had to go back to college to empty out my dorm, and i went to the beach after, and i ended up listening to mag 11 while just like walking around in circles in the tide pools. the closer it got to christmas, the more christmassy i wanted to keep things, so i would like. listen in the mornings and turn on one of those Netflix fireplaces and get all cozy

my other friend went with me on a mini bagel road trip in december, and he was still trying to get caught up, so we listened to mag 169, 170, and 171 on the drive home. (by this point, i was accustomed enough to s5 and smiting scenes to automatically reach for the volume controls when jude perry and jared hopworth died.)

when i relistened to mag 47, i was sitting with my cat beezus. i paused the episode to write this big long meta, so i was in a different headspace when i pressed play again. jon immediately yelled for sasha and i immediately jumped, and beezus gave me a searing glare and just got up and left

i relistened to piecemeal while i was cooking, which i thought was kind of funny and also disgusting

after christmas, i got into the habit of bringing my cat georgia into my room in the mornings, and she'd crawl under the covers with me while i listened to tma

one story i've always liked to tell from my first listen is how when i first listened to the meat arm grinder episode, my dad asked me to help him cook hamburgers later that day and explained how hamburgers are ground up (to my disgust). i hit meat grinder in my relisten and um. you'll never fucking guess what i made for lunch that day

so i had all these arbitrary rules for myself when i started tma last april, and i've broken like all of them. i started listening to tma while virtually working -- you just pull it up on your computer and it works. (i got the life scared out of me when one of my coworkers started talking over the podcast, wondering who it was that had walked into jon's office and why he wasn't reacting and why i didn't remember it.) i also started listening a lot while driving, which led to several long meta posts i wrote being typed up in a parking lot somewhere

i spent the entirety of 194 anxious-cuddling georgia. (i tried to do this for 198 and then didn't have any anxiety to cuddle her over.) i fully plan on doing this for 200, where i am sure i will need it again

my favorite place to listen to tma probably ended up being the roof room at my mom's, and unless something goes awry, this is where i will listen to the finale. (with georgia, of course.)

this list is super uninteresting, like i said, but here it is. i'm gonna miss this show a lot. i can't wait to return to it, later in life, and make all new listening memories in the process