#Baby Mar

[troblsomtwins829]

"Ides of March" is the one and only AU where Mar and Jak may exist in the same space after the time loop has been stabilized.

The main reason I don't normally allow this is because time is weird, and I'm a sucker for self-fulfilling prophecies with tragic, but predictable, outcomes.

How does this AU combat my need to maintaining the spacetime continuum? Easy:

Through some misguided, or perhaps necessary, meddling with Precursor magicks, there are two of them.

I give full credit to @radioactivepeasant for making this plausible. Precursor shenanigans were her idea in the first place

[incorrectjakanddaxter]

Torn: My policy is if you see something say something

Mar, signing: I saw a squirrel today!

Torn, unable to say no to that face: Outstanding

Torn, sweating: This is what I'm talking about, people.

[seainspanish]

Callie!! 🩷🎀🍓gave her cute braids 🥹🥹

[luxlisbonsthings]

me because i will never live that new york nepo baby lifestyle

[catmask]

for me at least, theres always been a really stark divide in the 'child character is the main antagonist' sort of stories.

on one hand. theres stories that rely on the shock factor of a child being evil, because we're supposed to believe that kids arent capable of that sort of thing. i guess its supposed to be frightening but the novelty always wears off really quickly for me.

i think 'a child is the villain' always lands most successfully for me when a kid is given power beyond their years (either by adults around them or otherwise supernatural/societal forces) and then everyone is floored when they arent exactly responsible with that power. and sometimes theyre even selfish! not because that kid is evil, but because theyre a kid.. acting like a kid would in their situation.

it means that any sort of story that follows requires a protagonist to reason with someone who may not even understand the harm theyre doing, or worse - not have the life lived to understand why they should care in the first place. and also, i think watching what happens when u have an destructive force seeking comforts that any child deserves doing whatever they can to have those things is (to me) much more interesting than 'child who is fucked up and evil for no reason but being born that way actually'

[astradella]

The BEST rock jam sesh you’ve ever heard

[chanelrainboots]

Megan Fox at the premiere of ‘Juno’ [2007]

[newwavesylviaplath]

[raisedbythetv89]

Season 1 of Veronica Mars was the best because they made choices like switching Logan’s locker from a top locker that we see in the Pilot to a bottom locker to give us maximum peak baby girl moments of him looking up at people like this while on his knees

Or this ridiculously flirty moment between LoVe

None of these moments would hit the same if he was standing at his full height. It’s stuff like this which is why I don’t get all bent out of shape when things in tv shows don’t make perfect logical sense all the time. They didn’t waste unnecessary time trying to explain why he had a different locker they just knew they needed a change because they were changing the trajectory of his character and what better way to help turn a psychotic jackass into a beloved love interest than to give him a more humble demeanor by having him on his knees looking up at the Principal and Weevil while Veronica LITERALLY comes down to his level to be like hey look it!! Equals!!

[eldhuug]

So what we got now is Brokeback mountain. Everything's built on that Print avaliable HERE

[mintyepic]

you already know how this story ends

(@laikascomet)

[troblsomtwins829]

First thing Sig's gonna do when that little tyke is big enough is show him every secret hiding place and pathway in Spargus. Damas is not fond of this idea.

[chemistryread]

sucks to love a character more than the show itself does (logan echolls)

[samdeancrimespree]

in home when dean says “i carried you out the front door” sam says “ you did.” he looks at dean, and when he starts to give a common response “you did?”, it doesn’t come out as a question. instead it’s this realization, an of course you did. john was focused on mary, and dean was focused on sam. john spent the rest of his life in that burning house. dean carried sam out.

sam doesn’t question dean at all, even though asking something like “really?” is a normal response to being told something you didn’t know. he agrees, because the logic of his four year old brother carrying him out of a burning house makes perfect sense to him. he would’ve been more shocked if dean had said that john carried him out. and then dean says “you never knew that?” not “i didn’t tell you that?” as if he genuinely forgets that they don’t share one brain and all his memories aren’t burned into sam’s prefrontal cortex.

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@jegulus-microfic april 5 - slap - 1233 words - NSFW cw: spanking

for @persimminos & @messymoony & @stagpdf may the virgin!james adventures begin

“Mmn,” James makes, mouth full of cunt, eyes rolling into the back of his head at the way Regulus’ thighs start shaking. 

He’s moaning into the pillow his face is shoved into, toes curling.

And James can only agree, another noice rumbling through him when Regulus twitches harshly. It’s just that Regulus tastes so goddamn amazing, and he’s been letting James do this for two consecutive orgasms now so it’s admittedly a little hard for James to keep a straight head with the way his cock is throbbing with neglect and the urge to cum. He licks a straight path from Regulus’ little cock to his entrance going farther even and sucking at the furled skin of his hole too.

“Don’t stop,” Regulus pants, swinging one arm back to grab James by his hair and drag him back down.

Shoving his face right back between slick folds, smushing James’ glasses against his face, nose pressed in there too, no way of getting air and by god James didn’t know but suddenly he wishes he would black out from this. 

It’s been glorious upon glorious revelation for James ever since Regulus first initiated more than kissing between the two of them. For example finding out about his basically non-existent refractory period, about how a few well placed words and kisses on James’ pecs and stimulation to his nipples paired with a single finger stroking up and down his cock can make him cum. And apparently that he’d die a happy man if only with Regulus’ cock in his mouth.

He’s digging his fingers so hard into the soft give of Regulus’ thighs that James is pretty sure he will leave bruises. And that’s another thing on the list apparently, now that he thinks of it. Leaving Regulus in shades of purple and red and blue, leaving his mark on Regulus. James makes a mental note to ask him how he feels about hickeys later.

For now James keeps gripping and kneading the flesh, suddenly plagued with the urge to smack his palm flat against Regulus’ ass. God, he wants to hit Regulus. The prospect is exciting yet James recoils a little at how naturally it comes to him, something so animalistic. Yet. Regulus might actually like it…given how he’d explained to James earlier that he relishes in the sting of soreness, in the overwhelming feeling of being stretched to the brim and fucked until he thinks his insides might bruise.

James helplessly groans against Regulus slit.

Soon enough Regulus’ noises grow an edge, back arching impossibly and tugging so hard on James’ roots it stings and then Regulus shudders through yet another orgasm.

Once they’re laying down next to each other, limps loosely entangled and breathing slowly mellowing out, James approaches the subject.

“Um, Reg,” he gnaws on his bottom lip.

Regulus hums in response, eyes closed, face still flushed sexily.

James takes a deep breath, reminding himself that Regulus had reprimanded him to ask about anything he wanted to know or try. “Earlier there, um, I think I wanted to sorta slap your ass.”

Regulus’ eyelashes flutter open prettily, grey eyes fixing James in an instant and making his breath hitch. He purses his mouth a little, regarding James with intense curiosity. His voice is a little husky from too much use when he speaks up, “Wanna try it?”

“Y-yeah,” James nods, finding himself even more eager than usual.

A small grin plays with Regulus’ mouth and James is momentarily enraptured by the tip of a sharp canine digging into his lower lip before Regulus arches one brow.

“Oh, right now?”

“No time like the present,” Regulus purrs, hiking one of his legs higher up and wiggling his bum.

James cock kicks where he’s still hard and heavy against his stomach. He nods, “Mh, right, yes.”

He goes to sit up but Regulus interrupts. “Wait, sit up against the headboard a little.”

James pliantly does as told, scooting up and placing a pillow between his back and the cool wood.

“Mm, perfect,” Regulus murmurs, giving him a quick kiss before he leans over his lap and lets his crotch rest right against James’ thighs, his ass now literally right in front of James’ nose. When James doesn’t do anything for a few moments too long Regulus twists his head in his crossed arms, cheek squishing adorably and cutting James a look that says Today, perhaps?

James swallows, chest fluttering with nerves and spine tingling with…something else. Sometimes he gets the urge to just bite Regulus. Like, very fucking hard. He takes a deep breath. James doesn’t want to overdo it right on the first hit.

He draws his hand up, gaze flitting back to Regulus who holds the eye contact reassuringly and gives him a tiny nod, mischief sparkling in his eyes and smirk toying with the corner of his mouth. It gives James the needed confidence to let his hand come down quickly. There’s little force behind it, it’s almost gentle, like you would swat the fingers of your loved one away from a plate of too hot cookies but it felt good, to feel the pert flesh react under his palm.

James warily glances Regulus’ way again who, bless him, sends James another encouraging nod. “That was totally okay, baby. You can definitely go harder. If that’s what you want.”

It goes straight to James’ cock, twitching where it was resting against Regulus’ hip. “Harder?” he chokes, clearing his throat violently and fingers clenching involuntarily against Regulus’ ass. James already feels delirious with the mere suggestion. “Fuck, baby,” he groans, “You sure?”

“Yeah,” Regulus nods confidently, tilting his neck, shoulder blades rolling enticingly, “I can take it, Jamie.”

James makes a noise he’s not quite sure is human and then sucks in a stuttering breath, lifting his hand again. The next smack is decidedly harder. His palm lands right against the meat of his cheek with a resounding sound, skin immediately warming and when James takes it away he leaves behind a beautiful faintly red spot. James could cry right now.

“Oh, fuck- fuck,” his eyes snap to Regulus, watching this one lick over his lips, parted once more and eyes already lidded again. “Baby. Baby, fuck, can– Please, please can I do this again? I’m– fuck.”

“Yeah,” Regulus breathes, nodding slowly, “Like it. More.”

“Oh, god,” James thinks he curses something in Spanish but then he’s already swinging down again, aiming for the same spot and marvelling at the way the pale skin flushes in an instant.

James kind of loses count after the first 5 hits on each cheek. He only knows the way Regulus grows increasingly louder again, breath hitching into gasps and moaning into the crook of his arm, crossing his ankles and arching his back more as James starts drooling pre cum down to add milky white to the mess of red and barely there purple that’s making James’ head spin.

At one point Regulus orders James to stop for a minute as he lifts slowly, groaning, only to reposition and lay down again but this time with James’ cock trapped between his thighs, right against his wet entrance.

Now, whenever James’ hits land, he feels Regulus clench around him. Feels him twitch and squirm around his cock restlessly until James cums with a stuttering groan and a breathless laugh all over Regulus’ marvellously mottled skin.

[seductive-farter]

🎸Mick not wearing black🎸

I thought I had more of this stuff but I was wrong lol.

Damn, this man first put me into a goth phase, then brought me out of it and made me dream of red pants.