#Benny Wilding

[graffiticanada]

Benny Wilding

[pixelatedhype]

🙄👨🏽😒😕🧍🏽‍♂️😅 Just three brothers talking

Mesh Credits: @diversedking @lazyeyelids @darte77 

[wtftaylr]

hello benny new vegas, prepare to be Dressed Up

i love @effielovesapples body hc for Benny, it's been living in my mind rent free since i saw it SJDJH -- and much like benny new vegas i like taking things that arent mine, /j (sorry if u dont wanna be tagged!!)

[bettsfic]

okay so i saw The Bikeriders today and i knew i wouldn't be normal about this movie and even though my expectations were impossibly high it exceeded them. i was happy for it to just be a cool movie for the sake of being a cool movie, toxic masculinity ultraviolence whatever, and it was but with Jodie Comer's character narrating about what fucking idiots all these macho biker dudes are. it's like if a woman narrated Fight Club while constantly pointing out how stupid Fight Club is

also, most of it was filmed near where i live and it was so exciting seeing places i recognized! it's been all over the news for weeks

things i loved about it:

protective older woman/loose cannon younger man

lowkey romantic stalking

a relationship suspiciously close to a throuple, by which i mean protective older woman goes to war against possessive older man, re: their mutual intense love for loose cannon younger man. and that's not even subtext that's just text

hot sadboy who doesn’t talk much and is so cool he doesn’t know how cool he is

british people doing midwestern accents

NO PLOT, god bless. just stuff happening and a lot of gay tension building

accurate portrayals of the aftermath of the vietnam war

accurate portrayals of mid-century small-town life

accurate portrayals of men being fucking pathetic

things i did not love about it:

for the love of god please wear a helmet

idk man it's just a whole-ass movie about how vietnam changed the very definition of masculinity, and that awkward era between wwii and vietnam when guys were rebellious for the aesthetic, rebel without a cause shit, twinks in leather jackets manhood. the movie even points that out, like they're so against rules but then they make all these rules for their silly little biker gang because they're bored. and then allll these vets come home from a war nobody wanted and they're actually rebelling, full anti-establishment, and there's just no more honor anymore because everybody's broken. which is all to say, somebody please come into my ask and be insane about this movie with me.

anyway i'm seeing it again tomorrow and i have already started an ot3 fic goodbye

[ratatatastic]

"Did you get in trouble for taking the cup into the ocean?" "Yes. Yes." "Did Rodrigues? He took it in there too!" "Did he?" "Yeah!" "Well, I mean, I brought it under the water—looking back..." "What happened?" "You bring silver into the ocean, saltwater—no!" "Oh, I didn't know that." "I haven't slept! How am I supposed to know? Nobody told me the rules!" "You haven't slept!" "Yeah, but you're naughty—" "But hey! If I would've known about it... oh no, I still probably would've done it. Still probably would've done it!" "Dude, who cares! That thing has been abused all through the years!" "No, no! The cup guys understood, the cup keepers understood—they, you know, told me the rules after and I swear to God I didn't know before but, yeah. Great memories! Great pictures!

Cam & Strick Podcast | 8.27.24 (x)

oceangate evolves further the more we talk about it so if youd like to see the other previous developments in concerns to it...

and also because its funny here are some of the times the cup has been held near or above water both salt, fresh and chlorine alike since oceangate in no particular order

and i just think its very clear when oceangate happened because now everyones holding the cup high above the water/near bodies of water and not letting it get dunked

but pre-oceangate the cup was just dunked in maffhews pool hours after they won it (which was before they went to las olas and welp the rest is history)

[dykedvonte]

I love that the Chairmen are like the lameos of The Strip. Like it just says so much about how the Boot Riders were that they are just so fine being like Vegas cool guys.

Everyone at The Tops sans Benny is content, happy and fine with how things play out. They just like having food, women and something to do. Like occasionally they have to use some of their tribal warrior skills when threats like the Courier pop up but they are like if you took mountain lions and gave them a kitty spa day and now they refuse to leave.

Of course, the other families think they’re boring like one of them is literally eating bitches and The Tops just has the worst Wasteland’s Got Talent contestants as premiere acts.

[hellofanidea]

The true HBO War experience is learning people's full names from their AO3 tags

[puppethistoryhive]

thinking about that one tiktok i watched where it was this person talking about their mbav character headcanons and like Every Character was queer EXCEPT FOR BENNY they hced him as cishet AND I FUCKING LOST IT i laughed myself to Tears it was so fucking Funny because HUHHHHHH that man is NOT cishet 😭😭😭

[gecko-in-a-can]

I adore how, despite it only showing up in a few panels in the All Roads comic, I see so many people draw Benny with a little out of place curl of hair at his forehead. doesn’t show up in his in-game model whatsoever, but at least half of the fan artists have decided ‘yup it’s part of his design now’. Keep it up, it’s cute as hell.

[variousqueerthings]

the wild bunch // the blue line // the deal really is a triple whammy of fraser whump (emotional and physical) with ray caretaker overdrive, how am i supposed to cope?????

[clickerflight]

Clove: Part 32 - Blood in the Mirror

Author's note: I am now fully feral. Thank you for asking.

Masterlist - Part 31

Content: Vampire whumpees, fae whumpers, violent fight (punching, biting, scratching, head injuries, the works), wing injuries, brainwashing, dehumanization, mentioned past abuse (the works), excessive wolf slobber

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Hyrum scuttled off to the side as Ephraim shoved Benny, trying to push past. It was a good thing he did, too, as Benny retaliated with a sharp hiss, shoving Ephraim back so hard the older vampire nearly fell over. Hyrum would have been stepped on if he were still there. 

Fae swarmed back, giving them room as their shoving turned into fierce growls and yowls, biting and tearing at each other’s flesh, all the while Ephraim trying to push towards the Queen. 

The two were locked up for a moment, blood smeared on their hands and faces before Ephraim shoved Benny back to try and land a blow. 

He was just a little slow. Hyrum could see the hesitation in his arm allowing Benny to backhand Ephraim with a crack. 

Ephraim fell, lifting his head and gasping for air as blood spilled from an already healing nose. He looked up, caught Hyrum’s gaze, and whirled around on the smooth dance floor, launching himself at Benny. 

Benny yelped as he was thrown to the floor, cracking his head on the step that led up to the Queen’s throne. 

The fae around the room hollered and cheered, passing money around as they made bets on the fight, seemingly unconcerned. Maybe they thought it was a part of the entertainment. The Queen certainly seemed amused. 

Benny pushed Ephraim away and the two clashed again, though Benny was slow, clearly having taken some damage to his brain that would take a bit to heal. Unsurprisingly, it didn’t take Ephraim long to batter him backwards, stumbling, towards the Monarch of the Fae courts. 

Ephraim leapt, drawing back his fist and slamming it into Benny’s face, clearly revealing a past glimmer of his gladiator days. His fledgling crumpled at the foot of the throne, nearly on top of the Monarch’s feet, though she pulled them back just in time. 

Ephraim stood there, panting raggedly for a moment before he turned his burning gaze on the Monarch. Hyrum could see the blood on his cheek trickling strangely, and realized that tears were mixing with the blood smeared across his face. “I am a Guest in this court. You have been avoiding me, Queen Inaris. I want your pledge that you will grant me and my pup safe passage to the mortal realm.”

The room fell silent, the fae staring between the vampire and the Monarch. 

Inaris watched him, face blank for long, heavy moment before she practically beamed at him, throwing her head back to laugh so quickly that her horns scraped badly against the chair, setting Hyrum’s teeth on edge. 

“Oh! You are truly vibrant, Ephraim!” she called, excited. “You are! So bold too. I shall enjoy having you in my courts.”

Ephraim’s eyes narrowed. “No. You will be letting me leave as soon as possible,” he snarled.

“Mm, you seem to be mistaken, Ephraim. You are no longer a Guest as of an hour ago. The three days are up. And you are very unfortunate indeed. You have broken the rules about hostility and I have your Name.”

Ephraim’s eyes widened and Hyrum slammed his hands over his mouth to muffle a whimper. 

Still in shock, Ephraim did not move in time as the golden twins slammed into him from behind on the call of their Queen, pressing him into the polished floor. 

Ephraim barely twitched, staring at the reflection in the floor as they laughed and tittered about how stupid he was to not notice earlier. The Queen laughed, her voice so chilling it caused Hyrum’s hackles to raise. The werewolf pup backed up, stumbling, crooked fingers still over his mouth. 

He looked around the room, searching for allies and spotted Kortops who caught his gaze and nodded, something there telling Hyrum to be very brave. 

Hyrum nodded carefully, looking back to the throne as the Monarch clicked her tongue. “Come now, pet. Sit up.”

The trembling form of Benjamin did so, eyes distant and cloudy, his face a mass of bruises and cuts. She twined her fingers in his bloody hair and looked back down at Ephraim. 

“I like the Vampire!” she declared to the room. “I shall keep him as my pet. You will be so fun to break, won’t you, Ephraim.” 

Ephraim flinched at the way she said his name. Like she owned every letter of it. It made the carved letters in Hyrum’s own arm itch, and for some reason, instead of instilling more fear in him, it made him angry. Angry in that way he had been when Jack had tried to take him to be sacrificed. Like he would like nothing more than a throat between his teeth.

He looked at Kortops, who seemed to be looking across to wherever Halia was. When Kortops looked back and saw the determination in Hyrum’s eyes, he nodded. 

Hryum snarled, taking the Monarch by surprise before whatever she was going to say next. 

Hyruym hadn’t Changed very much. Only when the full moon called him out and when he wanted to play with the pups or the kids begged him to. He’d never turned in rage. But he did this time, his body swelling to a size that was completely unfamiliar to him, his fur shining and golden in the lights above, patchy where his scars lay heavily on his skin. 

He barked, loud enough for the fae around him to shriek and cover his ears. He saw guards coming for him, but he could care less, plowing through them like an unstoppable log toppling off a pile. 

Kortops moved quickly as well as Hallia ushered panicked fae out of the way or out of the room entirely to allow them a quick escape. Kortops rushed the dias, throwing off the twins in their surprise and horror at seeing a huge werewolf rushing them. 

Hyrum barked again, stunning the Queen who had gotten up from her throne. He saw her lips moving, but had no fear in his heart. She was small, and she did not have his name. 

He snatched her in his mouth, shaking her and shredding her wings before sending her flying across the room, slobbered and bloody. 

He grabbed Benny in his mouth next, this time gently. The wounded vampire only trembled and twitched in response. 

Kortops helped Ephraim to his feet and soon the four of them were running to the door Halia had cleared where she was waiting. 

“EPHRAIM!” The Monarch roared. “YOU SHALL NOT MOVE!”

Ephraim tripped and almost skidded to the floor once again, forced to obey her orders, but Kortops caught him, draping an arm over his shoulder as they left the ballroom past the casket. 

They heard the Monarch shriek behind them as they tore down the hall, Halia taking Ephraim’s other arm and flying to match the difference in height. 

“She’ll be after us in a moment,” Halia gasped. 

Hyrum wuffed around Benny, who shuddered as Hyrum’s teeth grazed his sides. 

“We have to get to her rooms. I have no idea how she activates her mirror but that’s the only way back to the mortal realms,” Kortops gasped. “If that doesn’t work, we’ll fly out through a window and escape to the Wilds.”

That was not an option in Hyrum’s mind. They were going home. 

He took the lead, following the Monarch and Benny’s scent back to a pair of huge doors, slamming into it with a shoulder. It didn’t open on the first try, but it did on the second. 

Hyrum spilled in, trying to be careful of Benny as the others followed. 

Kortops dropped Ephraim and pushed the doors closed, muttering a spell. “That won’t hold for long.”

“Help,” Ephraim said in a small voice, face down on the carpet. 

Halia hauled him up as Hyrum snuffled forward, past a huge bed and bathroom into a room full of clothing with a huge mirror. Even in his big wolf form, he would have no issue passing through this mirror. He gently set Benny down, nosing at the glass and sides, whining when he couldn’t pass through. 

Kortops helped drag Ephraim in, leaning him on the wall close to Benny. 

“What sort of magic do you think it requires?” Halia asked, nerves edging into her tone as they heard banging on the doors to the rooms. 

“I’m not certain. Perhaps something for fast travel.”

While they talked and Hyrum paced, Benny watched, trembling and rather damp with werewolf spit. He heard banging and screeching. The Monarch would be there soon. He should be relieved. He should be wanting her to get here and rescue him from this madness but he was afraid. He was afraid she would leave him locked in his room to heal, afraid that she would cut up his thighs till they were nothing but scar tissue, afraid that there would be no end to the honey coated cruelty. He wanted something he hadn’t realized he’d lost. 

He wanted to feel safe. 

He turned his head to look at Ephraim, bloodied and bruised, unable to move. If they stayed here, Ephraim would have the same fate. The Monarch would cut him up and bleed him. She would muzzle him and bind him and lock him up until he broke. She would hurt him and do… things to him. Things that Benny had tried to forget within a charm addled mind despite how often he knew it had to have happened. 

Benny swallowed hard against the feeling of tears in his throat and reached out, taking Ephraim’s hand. 

Ephraim managed to loll his head in Benny’s direction, eyes wide. 

“I’m sorry,” Benny moaned.

Ephraim’s gaze softened to a look of pure love and respect and Benny found strength in his limbs to stand. 

He limped to the mirror, past Halia and Kortops who were still arguing. He heard the door slam open, heard his supposed wife scream, but he ignored her, making sure everyone was within his view in the mirror before he turned once, twice, and on the third time, he reached out shoving the mirror out of it’s beautiful, though fragile moorings, watching it tip as they all vanished from view with the sound of a shattered mirror and a lingering scream. 

Then, he passed out. 

………………………….

Halia woke first. The warm mortal sun streamed down on her through leaves above, the smell of decay and growth all around her. She sat up, gasping. Green! It was all green! 

She stood up, realizing they were in a ring of mushrooms, though the obelisk at the center was completely shattered, crumbling as though made of chalk. 

She crouched beside Kortops, who glimmered in the sunlight in a way that made her want to kiss him. He was already pretty enough, it was almost unfair the way the sun sparkled in his pearlescent eyelashes as he opened them. 

“Halia?”

She nodded. “We made it, Kortops. The mortal realm!” And with that, she threw herself on top of him with a squeal that woke the others. 

Part 33

Clove Taglist: @wolfeyedwitch @the-blind-one-speaks @whumpsday @extrabitterbrain @inkkswhumpandstuff 

@honeycollectswhump @whump-blog-reblogs @pigeonwhumps @mj-or-say10 @percy-frayer 

@currentlyinthesprial @scoundrelwithboba @whumps-and-bumps @hellodecisionparalysis @scatteriskity

[carnage-cathedral]

fuckheads (affectionate)

[pixelatedhype]

[moonlitkilljoy]

Edward Nygma + telling riddles about death

Gotham (2014) Season 2, Episode 17 "Into the Woods" + Season 5, Episode 10 "I Am Bane"

gotham gifsets [1 & 2/?]

[chimeramachinez]

Watch me play Outer Wilds! Part 1, the start, exploring Timber Hearth and the Attlerock.

[phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess]

you think alastor ever manifests his poppets for Niffty to hunt and kill when she's having a really bad day, or as a reward?

or maybe just to settle her down?