#90% me screaming

[bvllyrag]

MY WHOLE LIFE, YES. YES, FOREVER, YES.

[timey-fandom-stuff]

It's Siffrin time!

hands you a Siffrin. hands you a Siffrin. hands you a Siffrin. hands you a Siffrin. hands you a Siffrin. hands you a Siffrin. hands you

[remotewatch]

make that mfer BAM 💥🥣

Jack Schlossberg x reader | 1k wc

Summary: Jack doubts his speechwriting skills. You tug that nonsense right out of him.

cws: emergency handjob, food play, cum eating, he cum in he got damn soup idk what else to tell ya !! dear readers please make sure you’re registered to vote and do try to get involved with the Harris campaign in any way you can (it’s what Jack would want, after all 😁)

hats off to my darling editor @mystardustmelodyyy as always 🩵🗳️

minors dni in fact don’t even glance at it

Light-footed staff weave around your path as you track the length of the house to check on tonight’s finishing touches. Your shoes clack against the mirror-polished foyer tile in time with the cadence of your speech repetition.

A text had just come in from your assistant: everyone was having a splendid time, they were on their way to your place now, and a smidge of traffic might push the start of dinner back, ten minutes at the most. Everything was falling into place, but you couldn’t turn down a free moment to go over your words one last time.

“As you all know, my grandparents were lifelong patrons of the arts… honored to present our new exhibition at my fiancé’s library… we thank you all for your generous…” you lose your train of thought when you spot Jack pacing frantically in an alcove, hands twitching as he stifles reflexive hang loose signs. He jolts at the hand you place on his shoulder and defaults to an uncharacteristically strained smile when he sees it’s you.

“How’s the rehearsal going?”

“Well, I think I hate it.” He bites a knuckle and squints exasperatedly at the tiny font on his phone. “There’s so many jokes in here. Why?!” Jack getting cold feet was the only thing you hadn’t planned for; usually he’s the one swooping in when you’re in such a state. There’s absolutely no time for rewrites, so you need to shut this shit down before he decides to start editing anyway. You squeeze his shoulder a little bit, and his head snaps up to see your most convincing faux-worried face.

“Can you help me with one thing real quick, and then we can get it sorted?”

That breaks him out of the fog long enough for you to drag him through the dining room and into the kitchen abuzz with steam and roving caterers.

A curt “Out!” scatters them, and then it’s just you two and the gentle hum of the convection ovens. You guide Jack over to where tonight’s soup is already plated, then to his bowl placed off to the side, accompanied by a post it stuck to the counter: “JS NO SWEET POTATO”.

He’s still lost in thought as you nudge him closer and move behind him.

“I already tasted it, it’s fine,” he mumbles as you start undoing his pants. His voice trails to a sigh when you take his cock out.

“You loved that speech all last week. What’s going on now?”

“I just-“ he doesn’t comment when you start stroking him, but you can feel the muscles in his back loosen slightly, and some of the tension leaks out of his voice. “I really want this to go well for us.”

Your unoccupied hand slides up his lapel and grasps his to stop the fumbling with his tie.

“It’s already going well, and we’re going to keep it that way.” His brow is still furrowed, but that cute little fuzzy edge his voice gets when you take control is seeping in.

“Won’t they be here soon?”

“Not for at least twenty minutes.” The slippery noises your movements make as he starts to leak echo off all the stainless steel and sound almost amplified in the empty space. It’s just warm enough in the kitchen for your brain to flirt with the idea of calling the whole thing off and spending the night here. “Don’t worry. I won’t let the clock run out on you.”

You can feel his grip on his doubts loosening with every deliberate stroke, and soon he’s bucking into your hand as much as the space between you and the counter will let him.

Jack’s posture sags as he relaxes against you, the sudden movement nearly bobbing him close enough to dip his tip into the soup.

“Keep moving around like that and you’ll burn yourself.”

“Sorry.” He sounds a million miles away from the ball of nerves you found a few minutes ago.

“On your toes. You’re making a mess.” And he does, of course, so you have a proper angle to aim him down at the bowl and prevent the twin rivulets of precum from sliding down your wrist onto his trousers. His mouth falls open when the first drops break the surface tension.

“That’s all I want you to focus on. You know you’ll do well, I know you’ll do well, just do this for me, okay?”

He nods wordlessly.

“Say it for me,” you croon softly into his ear, watching the goosebumps blossom down his neck when your lips graze it.

Jack’s head slumps to the side for a better look at you, but his irises are wandering like bumblebees and working against him.

“I’m focusing.” he slurs.

“I know, I know.” Your hand speeds up to match his breathing as he white knuckles the counter. It’s hard to keep your wrist steady when you feel his ass start tightening up.

“It’s gonna make a mess,” he gasps out.

“No it won’t. Stay still for me. You’ve got this. I know you do.”

Jack’s whole body tenses up, and his protests fade into little pants at your ambiguous encouragement. He throbs in your hand one, two, three, four times as you hold him just a whisper above the steaming bowl. No splash; the rest of him is trembling with the effort, but his hips stay locked in place to neatly spill into his meal.

As soon as his heels are back on solid ground, you’re stretching up to kiss right above his eyebrow. A hand cradling his jaw eases him back to reality.

“It’s a great speech.”

“It’s a great speech.” He can't stop himself from smiling, finally relaxed enough to let it reach his eyes.

-at the table-

From the beginning you’d insisted Jack should speak after you; he was much better at settling everyone into dinner conversation following your more formal remarks. Of course, your guests are utterly captivated by him; he manages to get even your sternest donors chuckling in under five minutes. So captivated, in fact, that you’re free to ogle at him from the other end of the table without worry. You’re crossing and recrossing your legs watching his mouth move, realizing for the first time tonight how fucking hungry you are. When the soup is served, you scarcely blink watching his first mouthful. He stares back just as entranced, completely forgetting his table manners and using his thumb to swipe an errant drop into his mouth.

[sapphicola]

Is there a term for opposites attract but with two people with similar energy who hate each other bc that’s what I think these two would have

[maddgarbagemonkey]

There’s a part in Spirit of Justice that confirms the defiant dragons named a fucking cactus after Apollo once Dhurke had to send him to the states because it was pointy and small (and I can’t find it because it’s an optional piece of dialogue that’s in none of the playthroughs online!!!)

But anyways hey capcom, who named the cactus?? Did Nahyuta grow up fucking nurturing and protecting that shitty cactus before leaving it behind with the rest of his flesh and blood family? Did he wake up at the tender age of fuck you and found out he didn’t have a brother anymore so he latched onto a fucking cactus instead? A cactus? He couldn’t even take care of a cactus right? A cactus? A cactus?

[vynnyal]

Of all games why this one

[fanofspooky]

Scream Queen - Sheryl Lee

[feyd-meowtha]

Listen to me!... Gale and John as Billy and Stu from Scream (1996)

Gale who secretly hates his girlfriend Marge because her mother had an affair with his father, leading to Gale's mom leaving him alone with his abusive dad

One day he breaks down and tells John how he feels and they hatch the plan to murder Marge's mom. John does it half because hes into violence but mostly because he'd jump off a cliff to make Gale look at him for 1 second

Gale and John being best friends, John is loud and silly but everyone can sense there's something a little dark under the surface of Gale.

Gale thought that killing Marge's mom would make him feel better but he just keeps getting angrier so they hatch the plan to kill Marge (also to do all the rest of the film)

They fuck whenever they can and it's always, always rough and violent and obsessive

Obligatory weird homophobic 90s tension

John is head over heels in love with Gale. Like totally obsessed and Gale knows it and uses it to get him to do whatever he wants

Gale loves John... in his own twisted way... but he what he loves most is being able to string him along, control him, hurt him and own him. No-one can get in his head like Gale

John who lets Gale cut him and choke him and can't stop himself from staring even when they're at school. John who acts the clown and fools around just to feel Gale's eyes on him

John who sees red whenever Gale talks about Marge or he has to watch them together. Gale who loves to use that to taunt him

STABBING STABBING STABBING

Bonus: Curt as Randy (the movie nerd guy)

[hyacinthsdiamonds]

Ted saying that no driver has had this level of attention on them since Michael Schumacher...

Gentlemen, a short view into the past; Max's debut season, his Red Bull debut, the literal rule changed as a result of his debut in the sport... oh and everyone and their mother calling Kimi Max 2.0 and Toto's second chance at signing debut!Max since he failed the first time around...

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

[stellewriites]

butch!141 moodboards? 👀

butch!141 moodboards 🙂‍↕️ - links to each fic attached

simon price

gaz johnny

inspired a little bit by the fic ideas i’ve got planned for them and their characters overall,, i have a reason (though some are admittedly Dumb) for every item on these moodboards so PLEASE yap away with me about them

[prettyboysnuffilm]

No thoughts only Stu’s silly slutty pieces of jewelry. He never EVER takes that necklace off and it makes that clinking sound as Billy fucks his brains out (or when he’s fucking Billy as well) It also falls over Billy’s face when he’s on top and Billy kind of hates it … (he doesn’t) The bracelet? Okay, he just wanna show off that fits his wrist perfectly when he’s wrapping his stupid big hand around Billy’s cock as he jerks him off. And now what, Stu Macher? Are you going to get an earring too? A little hoop maybe? I bet you are. Whore.

[chiaralovesscape]

Opening Tumblr every day as if it were the newspaper

[thinkingofausername]

mouthwashing has truly showed me that we haven't evolved from the fucking witch trials. people can only ever point fingers, judge, hate, condemn, root for damnation. how the fuck do you look at a game about capitalism, psychological instability, complex characters, endless nuance and get out of the experience with the braindead take "curly horrible. anya, daisuke and swansea wonderful. jimmy bad." too many people haven't moved on from the reasoning of five year olds and disney - hero good and villain bad. people aren't fucking cartoon characters. we're not only good or bad. media literacy is truly dead and gone.

[bvckbiter]

i love shamelessly yoinking fantasy-action ideas from other media. ethan fights with a whip like trevor belmont. silena has hot pink iron gauntlets like the zag aspect of the twin fists. kelli has claws and hair that can extend and harden like drolta tzuentes. alabaster has geralt-sized swords despite probably being half the weight and can also move it telepathically like [insert any xianxia cultivator here].

[fanofspooky]

Scream King - Harry Dean Stanton