#Grase

[robyn-goodfellowe]

dose anyone want to.frolic

[kurtc0ba1n]

I HAVE A BAND/MUSIC SUGGESTION FOR ANYONE WHO WANTS ITTT

so there's this indie folk rock band that's really local to my area, their called Scarves, Ik for a fact that they're streamed on Spotify and YouTube idk if they stream anywhere else

they're still tg and making new content, also they're still SUPER underground in the folk and indie scene they barely have 1,500 monthly listeners.

the one of the guitarist (Nessa) was the ceramics teacher when I was in middle school and she used to play her band's music and her solo project all the time in the class. the whole band is super supportive in the LGBTQIA+ community, I came out as enby to her she fully supported me and helped me a long the way

i would start with Dead Batteries if you more into melody

and for lyrics: Delicate Creature

and if your interested in Nessa's work:

lyrics: Shortness of Breath

melody: Forest Fires

[sammeldeineknochen]

Ungeheure Rolle, die in den menschlichen Beziehungen die zurückgehaltenen Worte spielen, die Eloquenz und die Präzision der verdrängten Dinge, der abgewiesenen Erwiderungen, Vorwürfe, Verurteilungsenergien...

Paul Valéry: “Ich grase meine Gehirnwiese ab”, S.18

[goomy658]

Hello there, people of Tumblr!

I'm on a great quest to acquire some

✨Mutuals✨

More percicley, moots that like and wishes to play POKÉMON together with other moots!

Important about me:

The name is Goomy

I'm 18

I go by she/her pronouns, though she/they are also accepted!

asexual

Obligatory English isn't my first language

If you're interested, shoot me a DM! :D

I'd appreciate if you have discord so we can chat there!

Please do not interact if you're under the age of 16!

[dlyarchitecture]

[nylon-vintage]

"What the hell is that."

[movienized-com]

Bezkaunīgie

Bezkaunīgie (2023) #AikKarapetian #MartaGrase #DidzisJonovs #GregorsLakis Mehr auf:

The Brazen Jahr: 2023 Genre: Drama / Horror / Mystery Regie: Aik Karapetian Hauptrollen: Marta Grase, Didzis Jonovs, Gregors Lakis … Filmbeschreibung: Als Helena mit ihrer Familie in die Sommerhütte ihres Vaters zurückkehrt, um ihre Tanzkarriere wieder aufzunehmen, zwingt sie eine beunruhigende Plage von Insekten, sich mit einer dunklen Tragödie aus ihrer Vergangenheit auseinanderzusetzen…

[artusarda]

Ich bin nicht immer meiner Meinung.

[animalsonweb]

[elastica1995]

if you get this answer with your top 5 music artists and send it to the last 7 people in your notifications 🎵🖤

i don’t have spotify or anything so here are my top 5 artists off the top of my head (i jusht woke up)

1. tears for fears

2. scarves/nessa grasing

3. devo

4. paramore

5 manic street preachers

[lenaluvbot]

saw this on twitter and immediately thought of DICKGRAYSON since we all know he had multiple baby mamas

You were angry.

You had every right.

He promised you a life of hope and happiness and left you for some team? It was ridiculous! Yet here you were at titans tower knocking like a crazy woman.

Suddenly the door flew open as he was infront of you. The previous nights all came back into memory as you glared at him

“Child support.”

“Nice seeing you too.”

You couldn’t believe in a time like this he had jokes “I’m being serious, pay up.”

“Okay okay relax pretty lady, just give me two more weeks”

“You said that four weeks ago.”

“I know what I said.”

“So why hasn’t it been done.”

You weren’t in the mood for games as you let yourself in

“Let me guess who payed for all this, This all Bruce’s money?”

“Don’t do that”

“If he can pay for this im sure he wouldn’t mind paying for child support.”

“I said don’t”.

He looked down at you and smirked “You look good, when was the last time we talked?”

“When you signed the birth certificate.”

“Oh right.” A dry chuckle escaped his lips “Listen, you know I love you.”

“Oh really.”

“You know stuff just gets complicated but you know you’re my main girl.” He grased your shoulder

“Yeah you’ve told me that about seven times already.” You rolled your eyes, but you’d be lying to yourself if you said his touch didn’t still make you feel something

“So how have you been”

“Don’t do that”

“Do what?”

“Make me feel something that isn’t there anymore.”

“Nothing ever goes away with us you know that.”

“Don’t avoid the topic”

“You know I’ll pay, I always pay.”

“So do it on time”

“Come on.”

He sighed and grabbed his face “I missed you,like alot.”

He leaned closer, standing over you, touching your hair, his and narrowly missing your ear

“Come on, jst let me do this please.”

“You don’t want to kiss me you know that.”

“Yeah you’re right I don’t want to kiss you.” He smirked “I wanna fuck you.”

It was all the same to you as you rolled your eyes

“Really?”

“Yeah I do.” were the only words it took for him to unbutton your pants and his, pushing himself inside you, covering your mouth with his hand. His thrusts were fast and hard as he fucked you against the wall.

Nine months later you were back were you found yourself, at least this time he held your hand when giving birth.

new beginnings you guess?

[queenshelby]

Daughter Dearest (Part Nine)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy (47) x Step! Daughter (21)

Warning: Infidelity, Smut, Dysfunctional Family

Tag List will be updated soon! Please comment and engage!

The following morning, you woke up to Cillian's fingers gently stroking your arm, sending a jolt of electricity through you. You opened your eyes and looked up at him, a small smile playing on your lips.

"Hey," you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper. Your eyes were still heavy with sleep and the events of last night were still foggy in your mind.

Cillian looked down at you, a tender smile on his face. "Hey," he responded, his voice was warm, and his fingers continued to trace gentle patterns on your arm.

Your body was almost on top of his, your legs tangled  up in the sheets, and your breasts pressed against his chest.

You didn't want to move  , didn't want to break the moment. There was a powerful chemistry between you two, a magnetic pull that was impossible to ignore.

"We should probably get up" Cillian  said, although without much conviction in his voice. His hand strayed to your waist, running lazy circles around your hip bone, and you nuzzled against him, letting out a content sigh.

"I know" you admitted, your hand traveling down his chest and stomach, fingers brushing against the hard muscle of his abdomen. "But I don't really want to" you added, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes while shifting your body momentarily, which is when you noticed that he was aroused.

"Despite, I think that you need this attended to,"  you said, boldly gripping his erection through the fabric of the sheets, making him inhale deeply as you touched him.

"Y/N, we shouldn't" he managed to say, his voice strained by the touch you were giving him. "We said that we would forget about what happened last night and this would clearly be counterproductive," he reminded you, trying to calm himself.

"So you don't want me to go down  on you?" you asked, biting your lip playfully.

"No, Y/N ," Cillian groaned, his hips bucking into your touch instinctively. "You're fucking killing me."

"Mmm," you purred, rubbing his hardness over the sheets and Cillian closed his eyes, losing himself in the sensation of your hand on him.

"You know I never went down on a guy before and I am really curious on how that would feel to taste you," you admitted quietly as you slowly started to move your hand up and down, over the sheet. 

Cillian groaned at your words, his hands gripping the sheets tightly.

"Jesus , Y/N," Cillian whispered, his voice unsteady. "I want you so bad."

You grinned wickedly, leaning up to kiss him. As your lips met, you slid your hand beneath the sheets before, when reaching your destination, wrapping your fingers around his hard cock.

He made a muffled noise in the back of his throat as you teased him with your fingers, dragging them up and down the length of him while you sucked on his bottom lip.

"Tell me that you want my lips wrapped around your cock," you breathed into his ear, causing him to groan even louder.

With a low growl and a commanding tone, Cillian grased your hair in his hand and turned your head, pressing your lips to his in a breathless kiss.

"Tell me," you then demanded after  breaking the kiss, running your tongue between your swollen lips/ 

"I want your lips, wrapped around my cock and I want you to make me cum in your mouth," he managed to choke out, his hands greedily tugging on the sheets, eager to feel your skin against his.

You couldn't help but smile at the way it turned him on, hearing those dirty words come from him. You leaned down and wrapped your other hand around his shaft, pumping him gently while running your tongue over your lips sensually. 

"Very well then," you winked before beginning your way to kiss down  his body, starting at the hollow of his throat and trailing down to the flat of his stomach.

Cillian's eyes fluttered shut and he sucked in a breath as he felt your warm breath against his skin. You continued your journey downwards until you reach the object of your desire, you slowly wrapped your lips around the head of his cock.

A deep, guttural sound echoed throughout the room as Cillian let out a moan at the sensation of your mouth encasing him.

Your tongue swirled around the head, teasing and tasting him. Slowly, you took him deeper in, inch by inch, until he hit the back of your throat and your lips met your hand.

"Ah, fuck," Cillian groaned as you started to bob up and down his length, taking him deeper each time. He watched you with heavy-lidded eyes as you worked him. His hands found their way to your hair, gripping and tugging lightly as you sucked his cock eagerly and expertly.

You had never done this before, but it came almost  naturally to you - the way he tasted, the way he felt in your mouth, the way he was panting with pleasure - it all made you want to do it again and again.

"Fuck , Y/N. That feels so goddamn good," Cillian rasped out as you started to pick up speed, sucking him deeper and harder. He was so far gone now - lost in the pleasure as you teased his shaft with your tongue and throat.

The thought of him ejaculating  in your mouth left a tremble in your chest, but you refused to let it show.

Moving your mouth up and down on him, you savored every twist and turn his cock made as it hit the back of your throat over and over again.

Slowly, Cillian's breathing became increasingly ragged as he realized that he was getting close.

"I'm going to cum, fucking soon," he grunted, his hands tightening in your locks as you swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock.

You moaned around him, the vibrations sending him into a spiral as he fought to control his orgasm. Your free hand moved down to your own core, your fingers slipping under your underwear to tease your clit in time with the motion of your mouth.

You wanted to come with him, feel the twitch and jerk of him emptying himself in you while you too reached that crescendo. Your own pleasure mounted, sparks of it shooting up your spine as your fingers danced and flicked over your taut nub.

"I want you to cum for me, in my mouth, so that I can swallow every last drop of your release," you said, a needy plea in your voice.

It took him a moment to register what you were saying, but when he did, a dark, sinful look filled his eyes. He let out a deep growl, hips shifting involuntarily as he thrust in your mouth again and again. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling you closer and holding you there.

You trembled around him, body coiling tight like a spring as the pleasure threatened to drag you under.

Your body arched against your hand and you took him deeper into your mouth, wanting to take every last inch of him as the force of his orgasm overwhelmed him.

You tasted him - salty and pulsing and warm - and it pushed you over the edge, too. Your orgasm ripped through you, a breath-stealing wave that tore a gasp from your throat. Your thighs shook violently, legs shaking and buckling beneath the shuddering intensity of your climax.

Your mouth filled with Cillian's hot release as you swallowed greedily, moans muffled against his hips as your orgasm continued to roll through you like a freight train.

Cillian was unaware of his own roar as he erupted into your awaiting mouth, body stiffening and arching as jet after jet of cum jettisoned from his cock. He was gripping your hair tightly, every muscle in his body tensed as waves of pleasure coursed through him.

As your body shook with orgasm and your mouth filled with the taste of Cillian's semen, you felt like a goddess - powerful and desired. His cock throbbed between your lips, pulsing and jerking in release as you greedily drank down his cum, swallowing every last drop.

When at last you had milked every last ounce of him and his hips finally stilled, you slowly pulled away with a wet smack of your lips. You could feel the remnants of his orgasm on your tongue, and the taste of him made you feel alive.

You glanced up at him with a smirk, cock still in your hand, and saw the satisfaction written all over his face as, suddenly, you heard the front door opening downstairs. You froze instantly, exchanging a panicked look with Cillian.

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[sammeldeineknochen]

Das mir Unbekannte, dass ich bei mir trage, das macht mich aus.

Paul Valéry: “Ich grase meine Gehirnwiese ab”, S.54

[suremango]

Has anyone ever thought about how young chip looked? Like yeah he struggled all his life and probably physically wilted, his skin riddled with scars. But he's still 19. So what if whenever his body was covered all they could see was a boy? A young man, youthful and ambitious and abit of a bastard. A crooked smile on a baby face. He never seemed that old, a future ahead of him, a future painted by a raspy and pitched voice, eyes haunted but looking for all the world. Greedy and selfish, heart full of more gold than he ever could want. Mischievous and clever, energetic and witty, selfless and brash, young and alive..

And now, now that his heart had been ripped from his throat. It leaves his chest hollow and his voice hoarse, deepened like an echo spoken through magic alone. No hope or life in a voice that lacks a proper tone. And he tries to use it. To spill out that future but the echo just gets louder as he grows further. He looks at his skin and misses how his scars looked healed, how his skin beamed with color even in them and how he could feel its warmth. His fire tattoo so faded it looks more like smoke and his skin so pale and grey like it belongs to same pallet with the black dripping from his mouth. He doesn't taste blood. doesn't taste at all. He feels empty. He yearns for breath with no place to hold it. His body didn't even get the chance to fight before it lost. Dead and decaying by the second.

And he looks at his friends. And for once, he sees nothing in their eyes, no reflection of him because they don't see him.

In their eyes, they see him break and shatter. His image a million pieces on the ground. And as he gets up before they could process, the pieces reformed in an instant but there's something wrong. They see him get up and fight, yell and joke, laugh and comfort. They don't miss that sliver of echo in his voice. How it changed just enough it's unsettling. How his eyes look no longer haunted but rather lifeless. These are the eyes of their friend and it scares them. His body is losing it's life so fast. He gets thinner than he already was and his skin ages, malnourished and lacking, his face looks disgustingly older to the point they don't recognize him. The color in his hair fades so fast. And then it falls, eyes sinking and skin practically melting and tearing like it's some old fabric weakened by age. His chest sinks and his fingers wrinkle and tear to bone. His smile torn by something that's more akin to their flag. Even his bones are scratched and withered.

And yet they still hug him, still love him. They don't recognize him. Almost fear him. See him in the hollowed they kill. Worry for a second it's him that they killed. When his whisper quiet footsteps are behind them, when a sharp, cold touch grases their shoulders they force themselves to not look panicked. You think jay, with all the fear instilled into her, once turned around and almost shot him in the skull? he'd barely withered at that point and she could see his eyes so full of hurt. Maybe as gillion ruthlessly cut through the crowds of hollowed had almost struck him, stopped by his friends yelp, his eyes and mind lagging behind before he remembers. And chip is just left to dwell on how he's no longer the boy that arlin knew or loved, how he probably won't recognize him. And since that's the first person to make him feel human, feel alive, then that would mean he's back to being nothing at all.

[scornedserendipity]

I. Bobby's (Winchester x Younger Sibling)

Summary: Dean goes to check on his little sister at Bobby's before heading out for Sam. He didn't except her to ride a long.

I don't like writing Y/N so deal with an OC that I think adds an interesting twist. She will of course have her own kind of things going on but im going to try and be as true to the plot line as possible. but I hope you enjoy. Help me come up with a title after a few chapters maybe.

Word count: 1.7k and some change.

Jamie Winchester was not an ordinary girl in any sense of the word. She could take a car apart and put it back it together like she made it herself. She could cook something out of nothing every time and definitely take over the world if she tried.. She could also decapitate damn near anything that stood in her way and no matter how much she tried, she always knew what the people around her were feeling, and Dean was not feeling the best. He was anxious and stressed, maybe a little scared. 

“I don’t know Dean, Sam was pretty adament about not hunting anymore. I think he’ll punch you if you even mention it to him.” She said in response to her brother as she reached for her wrench.

Dean sighed and picked it up, handing it to his little big sister. He couldn’t help but get sentimental. Remebering the times she would sit on the edge of the car while Dad taught him how to fix them. She definentaly picked that up.

“Yeah…but we can’t do it just me and you. You have school and he won’t want to be gone for more than a couple days.”

“Actually, I graduated last summer. You would know if you made it and Sam has a girlfriend. They live together pretty sure.” 

“Wait, you talked to Sam?” Dean asked with raised eyebrows as his kid sister turned to face him, taking a giant gulp of her lemonade. She passed it to Dean and he accepted.

“Well yeah, He’s my brother and he is about to graduate. Bobby won’t let me drive his truck but he said if I fixed one of the cars up I could have it. You think I’d be out here in the heat otherwise?” She said as she grabbed a rag and wiped the grase off her hands.

“Right.”

“Dean, you never call and you sure as hell never pick up. Just like Dad, I swear.” She said rolling her eyes and walking away. Dean sighed and followed his sister into Bobby’s. Him and Dad had dropped her off so she could finish her last year of school without any inturuptions.

“Hey James Dean.” A joke Bobby had when he learned the kids names and just as siblings do, they greeting him at the same time unintentionally. Jamie rolled her eyes again.

“Bobby, I have work in an hour. Could you dig up a new belt for me?” Jamie asked as she throughly washed her hands and face in the kitchen sink.

“yeah, i have some around here somewhere. How have you been Dean?” Bobby asked, grabbing two beers from the fridge and handing Jamie a rag. She thanked him and leaned on the counter.

“I’ve been good Bobby, nothing too seerious. But Dad’s been on a hunting trip and hasn’t been back in two weeks. I’m getting worried.” Dean said. 

There is was. What was nagging at her brother’s brain.

“Why didn’t you start with that Dean? My answer would have been totally different!” She piped up before Bobby could respond.

“Well, because I didn’t want you using your mumbo jumbo crap on me and trying to convicne me not to go looking for him!”

“Hey, I’ve changed a lot in the past year! I’ve even been on my own hunts!” She said. immedietly regretting saying what she just said. She looked at Bobby who looked away. They had an agreement after all. 

“What the hell did you just say?” Dean said, standing up. Like everytime before, everything was always a yelling match at some point.

“Nothing, I have to get ready for work!” jamie said, running up the stairs and to her room. She locked the door and slid down. 

“Fuck. i’ll never hear the end of it.” She muttered to herself. She couldn’t even imagine what would happen if Dad found out, but she was almost 18. She wouldn’t have to worry about that for a while, not till they found him at least. She sighed. She liked her job, at the local market just a general associate but it helped out, especially with her car. 

She pulled out her phone. remembering when her dad gave it to her. Already opened and preprogramed with his, Dean, Sam, Bobby’s, and even her Mom’s last known phone number. She had added to the contact last since and a few charms on the end. She searched through her contacts for her boss and called him. 

“Jamie, how are you?” Her boss said.

“Hey Carl. I know this is a really bad time but I have to quit.” She said. She felt really bad because Carl had ben really good to her. Giving her a job and any hours he could. “Some really important family issue came up.”

“Well, it is an hour before your shift. I’ll be a cool manager and cover since you’ve been working so hard. I’m gonna miss you Jamie. You’ll always have a shift here at the store. Best of luck with your family.” 

“Thank you for being so understanding Carl, and I appriciate everything you’ve done for me this past year. Bye.” She hung up and looked at her room. It used to belong to Bobby’s daughters, but when Dad had asked him to house her for a while he couldn’t say no. She knew that she made Bobby feel better just by being there. She felt bad for having to leave but he would understand.

Jamie stood up and quickly packed her things. Over the years she had gotten good at making it quick. Always laid things out in the order in case Dad rushed in and screamed at her to pack. 

She could still hear Dean downstairs. He could feel his intentions of interrogating her build in his gut. She grabbed a towel and jumped into the shower. She contemplated the choice she was making. The Family Business. She always saw herself as a solo hunter in her adulthood. Worked part-time jobs as she guarded unsuspecting towns against what went bump in the night. Just like her family, just not with them. It was like the military sometimes. Always on the move, always ready to run at any second. She loved her family and they loved her as far as she could tell. None of them knew how to feel about her being a legit empath but she knew somewhere along the lines they accepted and came to see it as an asset. 

Empathy. A curse in her eyes. Supposedly a powerful mental gift was passed down by her mother who was a psychic and wanted nothing to do with her. Only Sam related to her feeling different. they never spoke about it more than two or three times in their life, the most right before Sam left. Dad did his best to never treat her differently but he had no idea how to raise a kid with physcic abiltites, but he did his best. She always knew he did his best. Dean, he was always harder to read more blocked off with those emotions.

She finished her shower, put on some clothes and grabbed her duffle. Racing downstairs and back to the dining room where her brother and uncle still sat. 

“Hey, where are you going?” Bobby asked.

“With my brother, to find my Dad.” She said as if it was the most normal thing in the world. She went to the fridge and grabbed a soda and a road beer for Dean.

“No way, it will be way to dangerous,” Dean said standing up and confronting his little sister.

“and what about your job?” Bobby asked. 

“I quit. I am a Winchester, not a clerk. We need to go get Sam and we need to find Dad.” She said, staring up at him, another thing she inherited. Her very own Winchester Stare.

On her way out the back door she gave Bobby a quick peck on the cheek. “Bye Bobby. I’ll call you when we get Sam.” She said.

“oh uhm Okay. I guess? Teenagers.” He said with a sigh as he got up and grabbed another beer.

“Bobby you’re just gonna let her go!?” Dean asked.

“Hey you heard her. Plus, she has made some major improvments since you guys left her here. After she graduated she hit the lore hard. She wants to do everything she can to help you guys hunt that demon and find her mom. You can’t blame her. She is you’re sister!”

“We left her here so she could get away from this life! Not go out on her own!”

“I didn’t even know she was till she called me covered in vamp blood. I’ve seen it, she is as ready as she will ever be.”

The conversation was broken up by the Impala’s car alarm. Dean tried to keep talking but the horn began to blow. Jamie, always the one to pinch Dean’s nerves.

“This isn’t over Bobby,” he said as he made his way outside. He was missing how Bobby rolled his eyes. He could only chuckle at how much like their Dad they were. 

“Alright enough!” Dean shouted. Turning off the alarm and getting into the driver’s seat. Jame had already made herself comfortable in the passenger.

“This will be fun, I never get to ride shotgun.” She said, already combing through Dad’s cassettes for her mixtape.

“Jamie.” Dean said as he watched his sister. He knew she knew what he was going to ask and that he didn’t even need to.

Jamie sighed. “I know. I shouldn’t be hunting. But Dean! Just after Sam left I thought you guys would finally take me seriously. Dad taught me the same stuff after all, but it didn’t change one bit. “Stay in the car Jamie in case we have to run. Shoot anything that moves.” and then you guys left me here after the vampire in Omaha i just. i don’t want to be the only Winchester who can’t do her job.” She rambled. 

“Dad’s gonna be pissed.” Dean said looking forward.

“We can cross that bridge when we find him.” She said, popping open the beer she had grabbed for Dean and handing it to him and opening her cream soda. Dean chuckled. 

“You remembered?” Dean asked. Their tradition. A beer and a cream soda. 

“Of course!” She said as Dean turned the engine over and cheered with his little sister. “Just wait till it’s a beer!” She said. 

"Don't push it. You're still my little sister."

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[likeniobe]

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