#Evan Allen

[jgthirlwell]

Rehearsing today for the JG Thirlwell + Ensemble show at Big Ears Festival this weekend, March 23 2024. The group consists of Simon Hanes (of Tredici Bacci) on acoustic guitar and bass, Evan Allen (also of Tredici Bacci) on piano and accordion, Leah Asher (of the Rhythm Method string quartet) on violin and viola and Rebecca El Saleh (Kitba) on harp. Also joining us onstage but not at rehearsal is drummer Pete Moffett. In addition I will be performing the JG Thirlwell : Silver Mantis surround sound project on Sunday March 24, where I use electronics, prepared piano and theremin to create dark immersive universes. See you in Knoxville TN!

[moviesandmania]

6 WHEELS FROM HELL (2022) Truck slasher horror

6 Wheels from Hell is a 2022 American slasher horror film about a psycho truck driver who travels the countryside with a torture chamber in the back of his murder bus. Four college-bound teens, unfortunately, cross his path. Will Detective Ford and Cooper get there in time to save them or will it be too late? Written and directed by Evan Allen. The Cybrid Entertainment-Quantum Arc Media…

[darkmovies]

6 Wheels from Hell! (2023) Date de sortie : 21/07/2023 Réalisateur : Evan Allen Scénario : Evan Allen Avec : MarkAnthony Baca, Evan Keys, Malachi Durant

[until-i-set-him-free]

Jesus is queer and lives in Los Angeles

Footnote to Howl by Allen Ginsberg / Christ Displaying His Wounds by Giacomo Galli / 9-1-1 s2e16 "Bobby Begins Again" / 'stigmata' definition from Britannica / rumors about jesus by Keaton St. James

9-1-1 s2e12 "Chimney Begins" / The Entombment by Peter Paul Rubens (fragment) / trans jesus by Keaton St. James

9-1-1 s8e03 "Capsized" / a sticker I got with socio-cultural queer magazine in Poland / Bible / The Passion of the Christ (2004)

9-1-1 s7e03 "Capsized" / Jesus at the Gay Bar by Jay Humle

Hannibal s3e03 "Secondo" script / 9-1-1 s7e04 "Buck, Bothered and Bewildered" / The Light of the World (St Paul's Cathedral version) by William Holman Hunt (fragment) + its Wikipedia

9-1-1 s7e05 "You Don't Know Me" / the cover of Berek by Marcin Szczygielski / Angels in America by Tony Kushner / Most Sacred Heart of Jesus / Oh My Heart by R.E.M. / Pygmy Love Song by Francis Bebey

Christ in Gethsemane by Heinrich Hofmann / Goodtime Jesus by James Tate / 9-1-1 s7e05 "You Don't Know Me" / Gethsemane by Dry the River

9-1-1 s7e04 "Buck, Bothered and Bewildered" / Cristo de la Concordia (Christ of Peace) in Cochabamba, Bolivia / Personal Jesus by Depeche Mode / 9-1-1 s7e06 "There Goes the Groom" + Christ the Comforter by Carl Heinrich Bloch / God in Jeans by Ryan Beatty

9-1-1 s7e06 "There Goes the Groom" / Christ the Consoler by Kateryna Kariukova / Deathbed by Relient K

Hammer by Dry the River / 9-1-1 s7e04 "Buck, Bothered and Bewildered" / Bible / 9-1-1 s7e06 "There Goes the Groom" / November by Keaton St. James

Something That May Shock and Discredit You by Daniel Mallory Ortberg / 9-1-1 s7e05 "You Don't Know Me" / 9-1-1 s7e10 "All Fall Down" / Making Pies by Patty Griffin / Touch Me from Spring Awakening (with a comment from Genius.com) / Footnote to Howl by Allen Ginsberg

[fleuraimer]

I saw your reblog and i couldn’t help it…

I’m begging on my knees… write a breeding blurb. Doesn’t have to be long cause i can’t wait. Like 100-500 words

PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

THIS IS MY FIRST BLURBY, SO I HOPE U LIKE IT :D pls excuse any typos, most of this was written on my phone 🧍🏽‍♀

wc: 1.7k

cw: smut, minors dni, 17+. breeding kink, and more. not proofread.

It really had started out as a joke.

Thanksgiving inspires spending time with family, and family means entertaining all the new cousins and little nieces and nephews that had joined the family in the past year.

So, Y/N naturally gravitated toward the children.

They’re irresistible! With their chubby cheeks and gummy smiles, innocent stutters and big wide eyes that are subject to tears at any moment.

It’s not as if they put up much of a fight either, Cole and Oliver practically fell over each other to claim the thorn that was her lap.

She was consumed by them; if they went somewhere, she was right behind them making sure their little heads didn’t knock, stubby legs wobbly like a newborn doe. She ate on the floor with them (“The carpet’s comfy, Titi!”), played games with them—if you could even call it playing, they just oohed and ahed and slobbered over a deck of cards—laughed with them, wiped their tears for them, held them close, cradled them into a dreamy state that had her cooing in their ear.

And he saw. From his personal spot on the couch, that he’d homed since the first thanksgiving he could remember, he saw his girl becoming his family, too. He saw the hearts in the eyes of his nephews, he saw her adoration for them (not that he’s much better, they’ve got him wrapped tight around their tiny fingers), saw the bond that began to blossom between them.

He saw how calm Y/N looked as she cared for them, saw how natural she was.

And so maybe, on the car ride back he made a few teasing remarks about her motherly tendencies. And perhaps he mindlessly let it slip that he’d thought about her, pregnant, with his child.

But it was all in good fun, right? She’d scoffed in her seat—though the flush of her cheeks did not go unnoticed—slapping his shoulder to halfheartedly reprimand his crude comments. Sure, it sent a yummy tingle up her spine. And, yeah, okay, her panties got, admittedly, a little more uncomfortable after hearing his confession.

But that didn’t matter, because it was just teasing. Just words that he said to get a reaction, like always.

…Right?

———

Y/N now understands that he was not joking.

Not one fucking bit.

It’s kind of difficult to find miscommunication in any of his words now. She understands him, she gets him—Holy fuck, she gets him.

“Prancin’ around with babies on your hips, an’ you think m’not gonna wanna get you pregnant with my child?”

She gets him, with his fat cock stuffed in her snug, tiny pussy, filling her up, up to her fucking stomach. Literally. With the way he’s got her bent into herself—ankles up to her ears, thighs squishing her arms in, which in turn pushes her tits together, shiny with spit and quite bruised—his cock molds to her, pressing at her tummy, glaring at her. It scares her.

And it’s fucking everything.

She gets him, but she doesn’t fucking get how he has the ability to tease, mock, and degrade her so thoroughly, after so much time spent doing nothing but abusing her poor, helpless cunt. He stretches her out to the point of pain—unsurprisingly, there was little to no prep in the build up to their current state, though, at the time, it didn’t feel needed, she’d been dripping down her thighs as soon as the first button of his dress shirt popped. His cockhead shoves into her cervix relentlessly, viciously. He bullies his way through her, her essence soaking his prick to the base, a sticky mess between their crashing hips.

“Wan’ you stuffed full by the time m’threw with you,” he grunts against her lips, his hot breath fanning over her face, grounding her to this moment. She gasps with every plunge of his hips, the lack of activity in her brain clear as day from the cute, stupid look on her pretty face.

Eyes crossed in the middle every other second, glossy from past and reoccurring tears. Her cheeks puffy and rosy, glistening in the lamp-light from drool and salty droplets of tears. Her hands push fruitlessly against his hard, sweaty abs, chocking out spineless protests.

“S’big, too big— too deep, Daddy!” She cries sweetly, hiding in the puff of his pillows cushioning her head.

“Shhh, Baby, lemme fuck you, plug you up with my cum…” His hands move from the headboard, one pushing down on the back of her thigh, keeping her spread open for him, and the other to her ruined face, three fingers shoving between her kiss-swollen lips. She slobbers over them immediately, brows furrowed in devoted concentration, desperately aiming to please him. “Tha’s a good girl, Puppy, jus’ suck on Daddy’s fingers while he uses your cute, slutty little pussy.”

She whimpers through her gag, nodding dumbly, drooling all over again, the sparkly, moony glow in her eyes letting him know that her head is empty.

“You wan’ my babies, Pup?” His thrusts slow, working himself into her with a heightened calculation, forcing her to feel every vein and ridge of his big cock. She squeezes around him, whining. “Yeah? Tell me, were y’thinkin’ ‘bout it when you were takin’ care of the little ones?” His fingers slide farther into her mouth, his cock hitting places brutishly and delicately at the same time. “Were y’thinkin’ ‘bout bein’ my pretty baby mama?”

“D—addy,” She chokes pathetically over his fingers, tensing up in every way.

“Yeah,” he chuckles, “you wan’ my babies, Puppy.” He picks up the pace again, pistoning his hips so her special spot, oversensitive from so much use, gets completely smooshed by his prick every single time he grinds back inside of her weepy pussy. His hand on the back of her thigh moves to the crease between her leg and her slippery cunt, his thumb poking her puffy clit.

“Oh, ma goo—ness!” she bleats, huffy, wiggling away from his assault.

“Cut it out, Sugar,” he tuts, the hand on her thigh coming down to smack against her cunt, strings of her silky cum stuck on his palm when his fingers move to fuss over her achy button meanly. “Fuckin’ take my cock,” he strikes her again, her hips jumping in response, tears sprouting and spilling from her bleary eyes. “Keep still before Daddy gets sick’a your squirmin’ and ties you to the fuckin’ bed.

When his palm makes rough contact with her swollen clit for the third time, Y/N comes instantly.

She squirts, everywhere, as a matter of fact.

“Oh, fuck, Puppy,” he groans, hips stuttering as his cock twitches, and before he can stop himself, he’s being flooded with an overwhelming warmth, his cum spurting in thick, white ropes that paint her insides.

There’s a lot. More than usual, probably. It fills her up to the hilt and then some, dripping from her cunt and smearing down her sloppy pussy lips, over her mound and his faintly hairy pelvis. He fucks her through their simultaneous orgasms, through the crippling, divine sensations that somehow fatten his prick even more, urging on his insatiable desire.

Y/N shakes beneath him, still crying over his finger, chomping mindlessly on them as the pleasure continues to roll over her in waves.

Eventually, his cock slips out of her, too soaked for his thrusts to remain precise. She gasps at the sudden, jarring emptiness, and he grunts, animalistically, at the loss of familiar, snug, wet heat.

He doesn’t immediately push back in, however. His eyes get distracted on the view of his milky cum gushing out of her stretched, abused hole. His hand drops from her mouth to join the other, smearing their mess into her flesh and spreading her puffy pussy apart. Inspecting.

His head tilts curiously while he collects his cum on his middle and ring finger that’d dripped down to her puckered entrance, scooping it up before tentatively pushing it back inside.

It does more bad than good, honestly; more cum spills from around his finger, leaving them right back where they’d left off. But, that doesn’t stop him from repeating the action. Once, twice, hushing her screechy crying when her massages it into her silken walls the third time, smearing it onto her special spot when he pushes it back in the fourth. He jams his fingers into her cunt until he loses count, and the sound of her messy, stuffed pussy is louder than both their moans combined. He adds a third finger and picks up speed when her hand wraps around his wrist, when her voice grows hoarse and she screams bloody murder.

“Too much, too—I can't, please!” she screams, eyes clamped shut, body trembling.

“Shut up, Puppy, ain’t shit too much,” he dismisses, standing to his knees and using his free hand to keep her pinned to the mattress. “M’gonna fuck my cum back into this slutty, precious cunt ‘til you fuckin’ squirt f’me again.”

His gruff voice, his big, veiny hands trapping her to the bed, the incessant press of his fingers into the perfect spot that makes her toes curl and her stomach coil tighter and tighter. The sweat that drips from his face—from the tip of his nose, across his forehead and temples, glazed along his cupid’s bow—his beefy biceps, straining as he fights against her involuntary shudders. His chest, massive and buff, firm and slick with sweat under her palm.

It doesn’t take long for Y/N to oblige his demand.

“Just like that, Sugar, wet the fuckin’ bed, keep fucking coming.”

She keeps fucking coming. When his fingers are gone and his pretty, fat, perfect cock is reintroduced, she comes then, too. Like, as soon as he starts to push in.

It’s embarrassing, pitiful; pathetic.

But she can’t help it. She can’t help anything that she does or says when her cunt is stuffed with cum and cock, her sore pearl rubbed and swatted cruelly, her tits fondled demeaningly. She just lies there and cries, and takes his lovely cock. She lets him dump load after load of his spunk into her, claiming her, marking her as his. Making it stick.

“You’re my little cumdump, Pup,” he grumbles harshly, squeezing her pert nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “You’re fuckin’ mine to kiss, love on, take care of,” she whimpers below, crying for his mercy, “my dumb slut to use, fuck, breed,” he plunges into her as deep as he can go, leaning in close and whispering, “you’re my fucking girl; my pathetic, needy fucking puppy that’s obsessed with my cock.” Y/N nods, gargling agreement.

He smirks, “Yeah, my little breeding bitch.”

[hotboyssstuff]

Happy Velentine’s Day 🔥💐

[starofthesea37]

Marauders x Batfamily Crossover

So I really want to write a marauders x bats crossover, but I am uncharacteristically lost on the mechanics of it. You see, I love coming up with random au’s for my fandoms, and I have SO MANY IDEAS about interactions between marauders era characters and the bats (specifically around sibling dynamics), and many many ideas for random plot points and scenes, but what I can’t figure out is why they end up in this situation in the first place.

The general idea is that the bats go undercover at Hogwarts during the marauders era to gather information and help with the war against Voldemort. I’m not sure WHICH of the bats it would be, and what their roles in this endeavour would be (is it Tim, Steph & Damian who go, as they’re the only ones in the age range? Or is there some sort of age reversal spell involved that allows them all to attend? Or maybe the older bats are involved, but from the outside, as members of the Order of the Phoenix or Deatheaters or Ministry workers etc., or is it Young Justice who go?), but that is something I can figure out later depending on the mechanics of how it comes about.

What I need to know first is why it’s happening. Whereas in Golden Trio era crossovers the timeline can easily be adjusted to match up, for this crossover it’s very important that the Marauders era is in the 70s, and the bats would have to be from the 2010s+ in order to realistically have the technology they do. Therefore there has to be some sort of time or dimension travel involved. Meaning that this mission has to be entirely purposeful and planned. They have to have a reason to go back in time or travel to another dimension to help with the wizard of war (which also happens to be in England, very far from Gotham and the bats territory).

I have plans for how they get magic, how they get into the school etc., but this part is what’s really bugging me. I need my AU’s to make logical sense, otherwise I drop them.

I’d also like to mention that there are literally no fics with this crossover on ao3, and therefore I, as someone who has been deeply immersed in both these fandoms for a while, feel a moral obligation to fill this tragic gap. There’s just far too much potential for character interactions and awesome plot points to pass up the opportunity.

Also I’d like to put what ships/headcanons I may be including/referencing in this, just as a disclaimer in case anyone feels strongly against them. Just because they’re on this list doesn't necessarily mean they will definitely be included, but this is just what I fuck with and will include if it works for the plot.

•Romantic Ships (Marauders): Jegulus, Wolfstar, Pandalily, Dorlene, Rosekiller.

•Romantic Ships (Bats): TimKon (possibly Timberkon), Birdflash.

•I can maybe be convinced to include others so long as they’re not incest, age gap or anything else horrifying and illegal.

•Platonic Ships/Dynamics (Marauders): Marauders (James, Peter, Sirius, Remus)(obviously), Valkyries (Lily, Mary, Marlene), Skittles (Regulus, Barty, Evan, Dorcas, Pandora), Black Brothers (Regulus & Sirius), Prongsfoot (James & Sirius), Moonwater (Regulus & Remus), Moonflower (Remus & Lily), Marlene, James & Peter as childhood besties.

•Platonic Ships/Dynamics (Bats): all the bats to varying degrees obviously, but specifically, Jason & Tim, Tim & Steph, Tim & Damian, Dick & Damian, Damian & Jason.

I’ve almost definitely forgotten some but you get the general picture. Hopefully.

I have an entire google doc dedicated to what houses I think each of the bats would be in, but my opinion on that changes literally daily. They’re confusing your honour. But mainly I think it would just be hilarious to put Jason Todd in a dorm with the marauders and watch them flounder. Oh and stick Tim in Regulus’ dorm. He’d be such a menace. And Steph in the Valkyries dorm. Someone stop me before I cause too much chaos 😭

Anyway! This crossover has been living rent free in my mind for so long and I would appreciate any and all feedback/thoughts/opinions/ideas!!!!

I’ll probably add more onto this at some point, but this is the general gist. Pleaseeeeee gimme ideas!!!

Oh also fuck jkr :)

[notaclothingstore]

superheroes with super speed must hate technology. like imagine going 1000 miles an hour for everything you do and then having to type slow enough that your phone will actually pick it up? i’m so impatient i’d lose my mind.

[double-features]

CINEMA NERD - MAX COOPERMAN x READER

≽^• ˕ • ྀི≼ ------ max cooperman x gn!reader

SUMMARY : when a film nerd gets invited to the movies by their cutie patootie best friend, sparks fly. reader geeks out over the movie related stuff and max just falls more in love with them. <3

WARNINGS : none!!

GENRE : fluff fluff fluff SO MUCH fluff

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Thank God for Jake being the number one wingman. Without him, Max would have never even gotten close to wooing you..

That wasn't actually the case. At least, not yet. Max was only on step.. uh.. whatever, of his plan to have you fall head over heels with him. Having grown up going to all the same schools, he had always known you as 'that one person in that one class', but when you guys both hit high school, that's when it all changed.

You became hot, and he was just a boy! He couldn't help it at all. Max, the usually dorky and overly confident wannabe fighter, and you, who somehow became the prettiest person he had ever seen in just the span of a summer break, only became a duo after the handiwork of his best man.

... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...

“You see that kid over there? Brown hair, slightly chubby, dorky shirt.. That's Max. He really likes you.”

“Pardon?”

“You should talk to him, he's a bit weird at times, but he's sweet.”

“..Okay?”

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To this day, Jake still won't tell Max what he said to make you change your mind on him. Because after that day, you and him became inseparable. Whatever Jake said, it sparked a beautiful friendship between the two of you. Friendship, nothing more.

He learned everything about you, from the smallest details to every interest you had; the way you carried yourself and were so unashamed to be open around him made him feel special. He had seen you interact with your own friends before, but seeing you so up close and personal on a daily basis made him feel like one lucky son of a gun.

In fact, you even seemed to hang out with your original group of companions and started hanging out with his little group more; him, Jake, Baja.. And now, you.

Oftentimes you two would hang out at his house; that boy was rich, and his parents were barely ever home. Today was no different, you two were just curled up on one of the sofas, watching whatever shitty MMA movie Max picked out. You couldn't complain, there was something really heartwarming about him geeking out over his dorky interests.

There was a comfortable silence between you guys, until it was broken by Max speaking over the television. “Dude, you know what would be so awesome!?”

To which, you responded with the same amount of enthusiasm as he did, “What would be awesome?!”

“If we went on a movie date... I saw a trailer for this movie the other day.. It's that one new Woody Allen movie.”

That made you immediately perk up, but not the fact that he was finally asking you out on a date after all this time; no, because of the idea. “DUDE.. You might be onto something. Woody Allen is a sick director, he's made some real gems before. In my opinion, he is wildly brilliant in his abilities to dir--”

“So.. wait, just to be clear, is that a yes?”

“A yes to what?”

“Going on a date with me?” There was his awkward aura radiating off of him in that very moment. As much as he loved you rambling, he need an answer. He seriously hoped you to realize that this was an actual romantic date, and not just some hangout between friends.

Note, he still didn't know that you knew about him being totally enamored with you. So, in his mind, him asking you out on a date would be some big revelation for you to figure out he liked you.

“Well, obviously.”

“I mean, like, an actual date.”

“I knew what you meant, Cooperman.” You giggled and playfully rolled her eyes, the noise made Max's heart skip so many beats that he didn't know how he was still alive. Your unintentional cuteness was going to be the death of him one day.

He stared. You stared back. “And you're fine with that? Because I really like you and if you aren't actually serious about this I want to kn-”

“Oh! I already knew that.”

“You did?” And just like that, his heart felt like it dropped all the way to his stomach, while his face turned a noticeable shade of red out of embarrassment. Was he really that obvious? “How?”

“Jake told me, silly goose! Before we were even friends, he approached me and was like 'hey, my friend Max really likes you, you should talk to him', so I did. And I really don't regret it.”

So That's what Jake said.

“And you like me back?”

“Obviously I wouldn't have hung out with you so much if I didn't. And, obviously I wouldn't have agreed to a date if I don't like you back. You're really dense sometimes, you know that?”

“Holy shit!”

Just then, he started planning out every aspect of the date in his head. From what he would say to the subtle moves he would make during the movie, what he would wear and what snacks he would buy.. He needed this to be perfect! “So.. Meet me at the movie theater later? Around 7? That's when the movie's showing.”

“Of course! See you then!” You hopped up from the sofa and leaned down to press a soft kiss to his cheek, one to prove how absolutely serious you were about the date. You lingered by the couch for a couple seconds to gage his reaction, and proudly sauntered away once the heat rose to the place your lips were just seconds prior.

Woah. Max would either have to thank Jake for this later, or curse him out for being so straightforward about his feelings for you. Either way, it worked out well, so it would likely be the aforementioned.

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7 PM sharp, Max was already there. Actually, he arrived almost ten minutes before, just to give himself time to mentally prepare for the date.

At first, the dorky boy was going to go all out. Suit and tie and everything.. But then he called Jake, who laughed in his face and told him that he didn't need to try so hard; that you already liked him anyways. There was no need to try and impress you when you were already enamored with him.

So instead, he went with a pair of jorts and a brand new tee he had bought just for tonight. Just a plain white one, no cheesy print on it like usual. It was just the right amount of casual, not trying too hard, still being himself, but also not completely lazy. In his hand, he had a couple of hand picked dandelions, did he know that they were just weeds? Not at all. Plus, he didn't have time or money to buy you a real bouquet. It's the thought that counts!

When you arrived, you were met with the sight of him nervously swaying on the heels of his feet, looking around in every direction to search for you. When he saw you, he was in immediate awe. You were always so effortlessly good looking that it drove him insane, “Y/N! You look.. woah.”

Max was the one who would have this totally hot babe on his shoulder, nobody else, he pulled you. That was an absurd idea. Now, all he had to do was not make a fool out of himself, ask you out on a couple more dates, and finally be able to call you his own; easy enough, right? He caught himself staring for a bit too long and snapped back into reality once that thought kicked in, in an attempt to fix his mistake, he held out the sad little bouquet of dandelions.

You took them with a goofy grin plastered to your face, the way your eyes scanned over them with a seemingly ecstatic demeanor made him feel like he did something right.

Which, to you, he was already doing this entire thing right by taking you; the biggest film nerd ever, to the movie theaters. He knew you aspired to go into film when you graduated, and he really did pick the best possible option for a location to ask you out to, whether intentional or not. “Thanks, Max!”

“Anything for you, baby.”

Good God. There were so many things he wished he could've said in that moment, but instead he landed on quite possibly the worst option of the bunch. Just as he was about to fix himself, you cut him off with a squeaky chortle. “Baby?”

“Sorry, it slipped out, I didn't mean to,”

“Dude, no worries, I kinda like it.”

There was no denying the uncharacteristic behavior from him, truly, he didn't want to make a single mistake on this date. All the cocky dorkiness was replaced with a nervousness like no other. “Hell yeah! Noted! Soo, babe.. baby.. uhh, sweet cheeks, hot stuff, angel, babydoll--”

“Pushing it, Cooperman. You can only be so much of a Casanova.”

“--right, so, wanna watch that movie now? Trailers should be starting soon.”

You gave him a goofy grin, and he felt his heart flutter. Everything you did made him gravitate to you even more, even if you didn't even realize how absolutely precious you were to him. “Sounds awesome!”

With the confirmation, Max took that as his chance to (not so) subtly reach for your hand, lacing your fingers with his own as he confidently walked the two of you lovebirds inside. He was proud to show off a smoke show like you, he didn't even know how he managed to bag someone as angelic as his cinema nerd best friend.

Hand in hand, the two entered and were met with the overwhelming aroma of buttered popcorn, along with the smiling faces of ushers. A true movie paradise, you could practically break out into some big musical number over the feeling of being back in the theater after what felt like forever. Your eyes darted all over to look at the posters, subconsciously gripping onto the palm you held onto-- Max, on the other hand, was more focused on you and gauging your reactions.

He was totally doing this again one day. He was certain this is what love felt like, God, he had it bad for you. Max led you to the ticket booth and released the warmth he held onto, as much as he didn't want to, and instead leaned over the counter and whispered as if it were some massive secret what they were seeing. While he got to business, you began to wander around and look at the upcoming movie posters.

“Hey, so, between you and me.. You see that smokin' hot babe over there? What would be the best seats in the theater that are still open? I need them to have the best movie experience.”

The tired man who looked no older than thirty unamusedly eyed up where he gestured, and was met with a very awestruck version of you. Young love. You were so out of Max's league, yet here he was, getting the perfect date for you. “Depends on what you want to see.”

“That one Woody Allen movie that just came out. Y'know? I think it's called like.. Christina.. Vicky.. Paris? Or something like that. I don't know, man! I just saw a trailer and wanted to use it as an excuse to take her on a date!!” Max didn't even realize it himself, but this was probably the most panicked he had been over an event since.. like, forever!

“Jesus, calm down. Vicky Cristina Barcelona. There's a few good seats in the middle, you can either claim row F or row G. Take your pick.”

“F. I think.” Max reached into his pocket and pulled out some spare money he had so he could just pay and get it over with, so he could get to the date; he slid over a couple hundred dollars. “Keep the change.”

“Holy-! Overkill man! It was twenty dollars!”

“Keep it dude!”

“Alright. Damn. Enjoy your movie, I guess. Maybe don't be so nervous. You'll do fine.” Advice from a (usually) underpaid movie theater worker. Funny, Max went into this believing it would all be easy. But now? Now that he was actually on a date.. with you? He couldn't help but make a fool of himself.

But then he went back over to you and saw those big eyes of yours admiring a poster, and God, that mushy feeling returned. “You ready babe?”

“Maaaax!! We should see Burn After Reading after it comes out. It had Brad Pitt in it! And it's from the same dude who made Fargo! It'll be totally worth the watch,”

“Of course we can!” His response came before he even had the chance to think about it. “But, uh, are you ready or no? I just bought the tickets. I'll buy you whatever snacks you want.”

“Awe, thanks Max. I am. Some twizzlers sound nice. Ooh! And maybe some popcorn!”

Pure admiration in his eyes, he planted a hand on the small of your back and led you two to the concessions. He couldn't have been any more in love with you..

“Whatever you want, baby.”

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≽^• ˕ • ྀི≼ ------ reblogs & likes are always appreciated, keeps me motivated to continue creating :)

A/N : sorry for keeping you guys waiting for so long, finally got back to writing now that i dont have a pile up of missing work. i really like max yall

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Call Me by Fire 4

The performances from the 3rd Concert (4th Round) that impressed me the most

🔥 1. "Upstream" by Shi Kai, Aruna, and Jing Long

High-energy song + martial-arts beat-down live onstage. A group of thieves (played by Shi Kai and Jing Long) has finished a successful heist and is back in their lair when another group (Aruna) shows up to steal their loot.

This moves too fast to screencap properly, and there weren't any action photos from the production team's photographers, so, please: JUST WATCH THE VIDEO! And Jing Long's (on couch) vocal fluctuations are💯

Did Aruna intimidate official group leader Shi Kai into doing this? Yes. Was it worth it? Absolutely!

🔥 2. "Cage" by Reno Wang, Allen Lin, Evan Yo, Nine

⚠Warning! Dark themes. Depictions of sui/cide (censoring to avoid the bot), abuse, drowning

The themes are really dark, but the performance is extremely well done and impressive. Reno Wang and Allen Lin play musicians who keep their composer (Nine) and violinist (Evan Yo) locked up in a dungeon and abuse them, until the composer jumps into a water vault to end it all.

Note: Nine is a certified diver and knows how to do this safely. And he seemed very happy to do it. "I can stay in there longer! :D" Others: "NO!" Producer: "And you CAN'T laugh while you're in there!" Nine: "OK OK"

🔥 3. "D-I-S-C-O" by Liang Long, Jerry Yuan, and Jason

For all the previous one was dark, this one's light and wholesome, and definitely catchy!

Rivals-to-Friends trope! Liang Long and Jason play an older and younger actor, respectively. They look down on each other and just Do Not get along. Jerry Yuan plays their agent. Then they have a disco-dance-off and become friends.

Scores, for the curious, as comment to avoid spoilers.

[msanonships]

[Iris boss Scott Evans, the editor-in-chief of the Central City Picture News, mistakes a meeting at Jitters for a date with her.]

[icyfox17]

Okay but like idk if there's any overlap here but guys. Guys. Buddie is literally halbarry, do you see my vision???

Barry + smol wally west very much giving off Eddie + Christopher vibes

Hal and Buck both starting off as womanizer esque characters before going through ✨character development✨

Best friends who are just,, a little too ride or die with each other,, oh shit are we catching feelings?? Nooo this is totally normal platonic male x male friendship energy... Yep...

I dunno I just read a halbarry raise wally fic (it is one of the best fics ever holyshitttt btw) and I couldn't stop picturing them as buddie + chris

LIKE THIS IS SO THEM

[sluttytommykinard]

I know that I'm no longer paying regularly but I'll try to fix that. This is for my 9-1-1/Flash crossover fic

“I was thinking of flying a helicopter there, renting one in the morning, and returning it after about 2 days so I can truly spend some time with you, Wally, Barry, and Iris if that’s okay with you guys.” Tommy says while Evan shifts almost fully into Tommy’s lap, curled up in a ball like a content cat, making Tommy chuckle fondly. “We would love to spend a couple of days with you, kid.” Joe says while Barry becomes a human bobblehead to show his agreement that he, in fact, is esthetic at the prospect of spending 2 days with Tommy. The next day, Barry is sitting in S.T.A.R. Labs practically vibrating with anticipation and excitement, Joe left 10 minutes ago to pick up Tommy and his boyfriend from the airport, as he checks his phone for the 16th time. “Why do you look like you’re about to phase through that chair, Barry?” Cisco asks when he walks into work and finds Barry sitting in a chair and almost vibrating. “My older brother is visiting for a couple of days and Joe is picking him up from the airport right now. I haven’t seen him in years.” Barry says while kicking his feet like a little kid on Christmas morning, already imagining hugging Tommy again and how much he must’ve changed after so many years. “Hey, Bare.” Tommy says as he walks into S.T.A.R. Labs with his hands in his pockets and a small smile directed at Barry. Barry looks up with wide, happy eyes at the sound of the familiar deep voice of Tommy Kinard, looking into the eyes of a man he hasn’t seen in 6 years. Barry doesn’t say anything and just bursts out of the chair he’s sitting in and runs to hug Tommy as tight as possible. “I’m so glad you’re here, Tommy.” Barry says without letting go of Tommy, missing the warmth of hugging his older brother. “You must be the brother that Barry said is visiting for a while, I’m Cisco.” Cisco says while assessing Tommy, not knowing if he’s a person that he can trust or not.

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[maccreadysbaby]

A Hundred Ways to Become a Wayne Masterlist

in which, after falling into bruce wayne’s custody, bentley whittaker endures the struggles of your average ten-year-old-boy: starting school, making friends, solving two dozen missing persons cases, having an anxiety attack in a morgue, playing robin for a single night, and catching the eye of gotham’s newest and most dangerous rising supervillain. (he’ll tell bruce about it soon, he swears.)

first fic of the hundred days series linked here! this is fic number two!

started — nov. 24, 2023

completed — may 15, 2024

one — miracle worker

two — metahuman problems

three — worry yourself sick

four — useless, worthless, and everything in between

five — bristol vs crime alley

six — juvenile delinquent

seven — the secret keeper

eight — safe with me

nine — pity

ten — bludgeoned by a book

eleven — babybird

twelve — targeted

thirteen — acquaintances

fourteen — bird of prey

fifteen — unwelcome memories

sixteen — without a trace seventeen — revelation eighteen — hail the puppeteer nineteen — taking the lead twenty — i‘d give you my lungs (so you could breathe) twenty-one — murder central twenty-two — too close to home twenty-three — boiling twenty-four — breakout twenty-five — hurricane twenty-six — a glimpse into the future(s) twenty-seven — breaking and entering twenty-eight — the truth twenty-nine — the reaper thirty — asphyxiation thirty-one — homebound thirty-two — reunions thirty-three — drowning thirty-four — windstorm thirty-five — arsonist thirty-six — over the edge (almost) thirty-seven — plan b thirty-eight — air and fire and water (oh my) thirty-nine — unlovable forty — the beginning of the end forty-one — robin (by force of will?) forty-two — reality check forty-three — imposter forty-four — aftermath forty-five — awake and alive forty-six — everything is okay?

BOOK ONE! 😆

BOOK THREE! 😚

FACECLAIMS FOR BENTLEY, ASTEN, AND NICO 🥳

BENTLEY’S PORTRAIT! 😭

HOW ASTEN MET NICO (A GLIMPSE INTO HIS HOMELIFE AND MENTAL STATE) 😢

WHERE WAS ASTEN IN CHAPTER SEVENTEEN? (A LOOK BEHIND THE SCENES OF CHAPTER SEVENTEEN)😔

BENTLEY’S ROBIN REALITY (AN ALTERNATE REALITY WHERE BENTLEY IS ROBIN AND TIM IS BATMAN)🥸

[fleuraimer]

BANG! BANG! SLUMBER PARTY

a celebration for getting over 900 followers.

y’all this is kinda crazy 😛 anyway hi sweet people!! welcome to the slumber party🙂‍↔️ thank you soooo much for all the support, love, and kindness you cuties have given me, it means the world!! so come join the party! i’d like to share my gratitude and nasty thots w you guys 😚🫶🏽

if you think this song is about you, it is!

PARTY PLANS ๋࣭ ⭑.

send in your filthy silly thots or choose from a list of prompts (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) and then send me an ask requesting what you’d like me to write! the slumber party starts sep. 30 and ends oct. 5. enjoy my pretty freaks!! (reqs closed)

PARTY PLATTER ๋࣭ ⭑.

harry styles. jeremy allen white. aaron taylor johnson. jon bernthal. charlie cox. sebastian stan. andrew garfield. dylan o'brien. oscar issac. pedro pascal. henry cavill. chris evans. carlos sainz. charles leclerc. daniel ricciardo. glen powell. austin butler. mike faist. josh o’connor. michael fassbender. calum turner. paul mescal. rudy pankow. drew starkey. hayden christensen. ryan gosling. & ross lynch.

PARTY PREFACE ๋࣭ ⭑.

* = smut, d = dark, f = fluff, a = angst.

this slumber party is, evidently, multi-fandom; i will write for both the actors themselves and the characters they've portrayed in various television and/or cinema. i will not write incest, water sports, animal play, or beastiality. everything else i’m generally pretty open to, including stepcest and supernatural/monster fucking. i will be deleting any content i deem unsuitable for my blog, however, out of both safety and comfortability. if i see it as needed, i will modify/tweak the dialogue prompt picked to better fit the flow of the story—i am working around the requested prompts, but there is a fluidity to my writing that i’m inclined to follow. lastly, please be kind!! to me and to others. when sending in an ask, remember to be respectful, as well as when responding/reacting to someone’s request or my execution of it. best put, if you have nothing nice to say, don’t say anything at all. have fun!

REQUESTED WORKS

mean dom!harry uses sub!reader as a table.* biker!bucky makes his girl stupid.* boxer!carmy nsfw alphabet.* sugar daddy!jeremy allen white. threesome w harry styles (wwm).*

you said i’d “never do it!”…i did!

masterlist. navigation.

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