#(clearing my drafts)

[mulderscully]

desperate alex appreciation post

[sporksaber]

Danny phantom dc crossover.

Cujo gets loose and ends up in Gotham. He crosses paths with the bats and damien sees him and immidiently decides that the dog is his now. Batman sees the mutant green dog with very dangerous size powers and says absolutely not, but no one cares about his opinions.

Damien is slowly able to gain Cujo's trust, and it's at this point that danny is able to pinpoint where Cujo is. He has no idea how he got all the way to Gotham but he'll deal.

So danny is wandering the city and standing out a lot by trying really hard to not stand out. One of the batfam members out of costume sees him, lets go with tim, and decides to approach him.

Tim approaches him and asks if something's wrong bc danny is clearly not from the city. Danny is super awkward but admits he lost his dog and knows hes in the city.

[vroom-vrooms]

How many shots would it take for f1 drivers to sleep with another man

But it’s just 10 random drivers

Max: zero, stone cold sober bitch

Charles: 2 or 3, and like after that he would throw himself in there

Pierre: 5, to drown the catholic guilt

Carlos: 4, to drown the expectations from a traditional Spanish family

Lewis: 8, to drown the memories, you know why

Jenson: zero, and bold of you to assume he hasn’t already

Checo: 10+, black out drunk

Kimi: he doesn’t need any but he would take like 5 just because he wants to

Mark: depends on the man, if it’s that man it’s zero, but if it’s the other man then it’s 6

Nico H: zero, kmag literally told him to suck his balls and I’m 100% sure he listened

[conradfiisher]

The Summer I Turned Pretty || 2.01

[zeninsama-moved]

begging on my hands and knees for just a crumb of his grown man dick. conveniently, while i'm on my hands and knees, he can mount me like the animal he is and fuck me until i see shrimp colors. i've never experienced a cervix orgasm but anything is possible with this man.

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Hey I love your writing! could you write one of Conrad and Y/N where they’re keeping it as a secret or maybe they just got together and they’re caught by susannah?

I don't like how this one turned out, but I'm clearing my requests and drafts

my taglists are here + you can send requests here at any time

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‘’Can you pass me my towel, please? My eyes sting,’’ Conrad said, waiting by the pool edge with his eyes shut and rubbing at thim with his fist. ‘’The pool guy must’ve added too much chlorine.’’ 

You grabbed the striped towel from the lounge chair and brought it over to Conrad. ‘’Here.’’ You gave it to him, but as he reached for the towel, he clasped his hand around yours and pulled you into the water with a mischievous laugh. 

‘’Connie, no!’’ you yelped, taken aback as you fell forward in the shallow part of the water with a splash. 

Conrad was just as smug underwater, watching you splashing as you regained your bearings. Asshole.

You swam back to the surface, pushing your hair away from your face and playfully pushed Conrad away. ‘’You could’ve at least waited until I took my dress off,’’ you said, narrowing your eyes at him. You didn’t bring a change of clothes.

The brunet shrugged, his eyes sparkling with delight as he grabbed your waist and pulled you close to him, the skirt of your dress flowing underwater. ‘’You were taking too long getting in.’’ 

You tried to keep a straight face, running a hand through his wet hair, but your laughter betrayed any annoyance. ‘’I hate you.’’

‘’You don’t.’’ Conrad leaned in, crashing his lips on yours, sending ripples of electricity through both of you. 

No kiss had ever made you feel this much before. You wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as Conrad lifted you off the bottom of the pool, your legs coming around his waist by instinct. Neither of you had further intentions than kissing, simply enjoying being in each other’s embrace. 

You were so into your bubble that you didn’t hear the sliding door open or Susannah coming out of the house. ‘’Oh— Sorry.’’

Her voice had you and Conrad break the kiss. ‘’Shit.’’ Conrad gently pushed you off him, seeing his mother on the deck, Laurel’s book in her hand. ‘’Mom.’’ He looked like a kid that got caught stealing candy. 

Susannah glanced at you, no judgment in her eyes despite the image she walked in on. ‘’I didn’t know you had someone over, Connie.’’

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[nepentheseeker]

[starbylers]

Why am I just now processing that we get—

1. Mike trying to say he loves El (and failing) on the shop floor

(Some very minor plot-driving action after this, setting up Robin & Steve in the bathroom for #4)

2. The aftermath of Joyce & Hopper being exposed as having feelings for each other, and both of them trying to ignore it (this short scene also serves secondary purpose as being plot-driving via action from a tertiary character, but Jopper are definitely the emotional focus)

“Jim, if this is about earlier…” / “Stay put, Freud!”

“I’m sorry [about Murray] he’s a sick individual […] let’s not let him get under our skin” / “I wasn’t!”

3. ‘The original is a classic. But the remake…sweeter, bolder, better’ the OG try (men) before you deny sexuality metaphor. Keep in mind this scene is entirely symbolic, it serves literally zero plot or character development purposes.

(Followed by more extremely minor plot-driving action...aka just them leaving the store lol)

4. A coming out scene

—one after the other. We are literally shown:

Someone's (Mike’s) struggle with inability to confess love

Two friends pushing away their romantic feelings

Someone (Mike again) being encouraged to try something new and different that he thinks he won’t like

....Someone coming out as gay.

Yeah there's some movement going on inbetween because they're literally in the thick of the action at this point in the season and the plot must move but like...something tells me the near-enough direct sequencing of these particular character-focused scenes was not at allllll accidental (the last two especially).

[kissproof]

❦... A LITTLE LESS LONELY

SUMMARY: attemping to get ace to stay in for the night...

WARNINGS: heavily suggestive themes , fem!reader , needy!reader , dirty talk , implied sex

it's so hot in your house. hot in the hallway, hot in your bedroom, rising so much that the whole house was dark in hopes of fighting it with sleep, and despite all that ace quietly laces up his shoes in what he could make of the soft yellow lamplight of your little bedroom.

"ace,” you sigh, sleepily.

he hums. but doesn't look at you as you approach him from behind. he’s barred you from any attempt at hypnosis with the back of his head because of this game you love to play.

"won't you stay in with me?"

the mattress, beneath your sweetly cleaned bedsheets, dips and levels under your palms, your bended knees. and the hem of your plain nightgown hikes up and licks your thighs. your mother, the one who churched on sunday and prayed every other would cry if she took one look at the way you pedestaled, deified, and laid your love on this man. ace was a downright terror to castle rock. clearly, your understanding was much different.

"nah. i gotta go."

your arms bend around his level shoulders. you hold his body, musky with sweat that glistens off his skin and into yours; on your quiet chest like a wreath. "you always gotta go... i never know what you're doin' out there"

"it's none of your business,” he counters, quietly, slow enough to where you could hear him. he only has a bone to pick with you when you try to set him straight. your kisses find his neck. you smile against him. "why?” you pry, coyly. “you doin' bad things?"

ace twitches and turns his head, near kissing you. "what’re you buggin' me for?"

but you don’t respond. you glance at his lips, his face still so close to you, and it melts you more than this late summer heat. when he turns away, you own your breath again, but you continue to drape yourself on him. forehead, nose, then cheek curl along his back.

"i just can't understand why you wanna ride in that silly little car all night..." you mutter like a child, and he pauses before bringing himself close to you again, his nose and hair teasing your face.

“wasn’t so silly when i had your face pressed against my windows, whinin’ and squealin.’” you had him. you can hear it in the sudden gain in his breath. “what’s in it for me?” he presses, calmly. “hm?”

"anything,” you reply with a floating hitch in your throat.

"anything?” he taunts.

he could see by the rouse in your face, your delicate parted lips, hooded eyes, strands of your hair sticking to the wet sides of your glistening neck, that he had all the permission he needed to have his merry way with you.

"c'mon then.”

[raplinenthusiasts]

🌱

[incepstla]

fanboy Inosuke

 I too would for Giyuu

[hinganskies]

[ofbakerst]

action holmes

[conradfiisher]

That feels good.

The Summer I Turned Pretty || 2.02

[ineffectualdemon]

I think people younger then myself (I'm 39) should go back to the idea that it is the height of rudeness to call someone after 9PM and apply that to their own life.

Like I feel like after 9PM unless you know it's okay you should expect people to not answer your messages until the next day

Putting your phone on do not disturb should be standard

Post 9pm your friend only answers if they want to. They will return your message after 8am the following day

[stainedpoetry]

हम कुछ समझने या समझाने के लिए नहीं लिखते हैं

हम कुछ समझ ना आने पर लिखते हैं

अगर हम भी समझदार होते तो समझ की चादर में लिपटे दुन��यादारी निभा रहे होते

ना कि अपनी कलम की सियाही से चीख-चिल्ला रहे होते