#Hazel the Pit Bull

[theuniversalscat]

These 2 have my heart... 💓💓

[justaninchident-f1xreader]

max verstappen x reader part3

(incase you missed part2 - https://www.tumblr.com/justaninchident-f1xreader/740209865436364800/max-verstappen-x-reader-part2?source=share)

themes-

ferrari female driver jealousy enemies to lovers possible spice (i will put the warning accordingly)

warnings- none in this chapter, so don't worry lovelies

chapter 3: dance of fire and ice

The Monaco qualifiers crackled with the electric anticipation of a thousand thunderstorms. Y/N and Max, two forces of nature, wrestled for pole position, their Ferraris scarlet and orange blurs against the azure backdrop. Lap after lap, they dueled, pushing the limits of speed and sanity. Y/N, fueled by the roar of the crowd, snatched pole by a hair's breadth, leaving Max fuming but strangely, not entirely dissatisfied.

As the champagne sprayed, Y/N whooped with glee, high-fiving Charles and Carlos, their triumphant laughter echoing through the pit lane. Max, mask firmly in place, passed by, casting her a sharp nod, a flicker of grudging respect hidden in the depths of his steely stare. But their unspoken rivalry still hummed in the air, a low-frequency current waiting to spark.

Later, after the celebratory cheers had faded and the garages emptied, Y/N found herself alone. The silence echoed around her, punctuated only by the whirring of a projector and the soft scratch of her pen on paper. On the screen, replays of her qualifying lap danced like ghosts, her own movements dissected, analyzed.

Lost in calculations and strategy notes, she barely registered the soft thud of a pizza box next to her. A can of energy drink followed, placed with a quiet clink. Startled, she looked up to meet Max's stormy gaze.

"Figured you might need the fuel," he mumbled, avoiding her eyes.

Surprise, then amusement, softened Y/N's features. "You think I run on pizza and Red Bull?" she teased, taking a playful jab at his sponsor.

Max cracked a faint smile, a rare sight that sent a jolt through her. "Don't underestimate the power of junk food," he quipped, taking a seat across from her, his movements stiff but his eyes softening.

The silence settled again, comfortable this time. Y/N, emboldened by his unexpected gesture, gestured to the screen. "Want to dissect my mistakes with me?" she challenged, a mischievous glint in her hazel eyes.

Max snorted, a genuine laugh escaping him. "I wouldn't dare miss the masterclass," he retorted, leaning in to study thereplay with her.

And so, their rivalry took an unexpected turn. Over greasy pizza and fizzy drinks, they dissected corners, debated tire strategies, and shared racing anecdotes. Y/N discovered a sardonic wit beneath Max's gruff exterior, a deep well of passion for the sport that mirrored her own. Max, in turn, found himself grudgingly impressed by her meticulous planning and ruthless instinct on track.

Hours melted away, measured only in the changing light filtering through the garage windows. They argued, they joked, they pushed each other to be better, forging a connection forged in the crucible of competition. Finally, as exhaustion started to set in, Y/N stretched, her joints popping protestingly.

"Think I'll call it a night," she yawned. "Tomorrow's the real battle."

Max nodded, a flicker of something akin to warmth in his eyes. "See you on the track, rookie."

"Don't get cocky, champ," she retorted with a wink, grabbing her helmet and heading out.

As she walked away, Y/N couldn't help but smile. The rivalry was still there, the fire still burned, but beneath the ashes, a grudging respect, a flicker of friendship had taken root. And perhaps, just perhaps, in the heart of the Monaco night, the dance of fire and ice had taken an unexpected turn, a waltz towards something… more.

The sun would rise on race day, casting long shadows across the track. But in the quiet stillness of the garage, a different kind of light had flickered, a fragile ember of understanding between two souls as different as fire and ice, yet bound by the same burning passion for the dance of the racetrack. The real battle was coming, but tonight, under the watchful gaze of the Mediterranean stars, a different kind of victory had been won.

-------------------------the next day---------------------------------------

(COMMENTATORS)

Croft: Welcome back to the Formula One Heineken Silver Las Vegas Grand Prix! The air is thick with anticipation, the neon lights pulsating like nervous energy. This one's all to play for, folks!

Brundle: Absolutely! Max Verstappen on pole, the Ferrari duo of Leclerc and Sainz breathing down his neck, and the surprise package, Y/N L/N in P4, hungry for her first win! And there they go! The lights are out, and away we go!

Croft: A clean start! Verstappen leads, Leclerc takes second, Sainz P3, and Y/N L/N makes a stunning move on the outside, passing Hamilton for P4! The crowd roars, the Ferrari faithful delirious!

Brundle: Oh, but Hamilton isn't giving up! He's right on Y/N's tail, these two are wheel-to-wheel through Turn 1! Sparks fly, this is pure magic!

Croft: They're pushing each other to the limit, Hamilton diving inside, Y/N holds the line! Incredible defensive driving from the rookie! Hamilton backs off, regrouping for another attack.

Brundle: Meanwhile, Max Verstappen has built a small lead, but Leclerc and Sainz are working together, trying to undercut him in the pit lane. This is a tactical chess game as much as a physical one!

Croft: Hamilton goes for it again! This corner could be the turning point! They touch! Y/N loses a bit of ground, but she holds onto P4! Wow, this race is a heart-stopper!

Brundle: Verstappen pits! Leclerc goes in too, Sainz stays out, a gamble from Ferrari! Can it pay off?

Croft: Y/N pits, quick turnaround! She rejoins in P5 behind Hamilton, but they're both miles behind Verstappen, who's flying on fresh tires!

Brundle: Wait, what's this? Sainz pits late, rejoining just ahead of Verstappen! The undercut gamble works! Max is furious, he's on the radio, questioning the strategy!

Croft: The order shakes out: Sainz leads, Verstappen P2, Leclerc P3, Y/N L/N P4, and Hamilton closing in like a predator! The final 10 laps, folks, this is pure Vegas-style drama!

Brundle: Y/N makes a move on Leclerc! They battle through the neon canyons, sparks flying once again! Leclerc holds him off, but she's right there, waiting for her chance!

Croft: Hamilton dives past Y/N for P4! The Brit smells blood, can he catch Sainz for the podium? The crowd is on its feet, the noise deafening!

Brundle: Verstappen is on fire! He's eating into Sainz's lead, lap after lap! This is unbelievable! He catches him with two laps to go! They're going wheel-to-wheel towards Turn 1!

Croft: Contact! Sainz spins out! Verstappen takes the lead! Hamilton takes P2 from the chaos! Y/N crosses the finish line in P3, her first podium in Vegas!

Brundle: What a race! Max Verstappen, the ultimate storm, snatches victory from the jaws of defeat! Hamilton recovers for P2, and Y/N L/N, the Vegas firecracker, secures her first podium finish! What a spectacle, folks!

Croft: As the champagne showers and congratulations flow, it's clear one thing: this season of Formula One is gonna be a wild ride! Buckle up, folks, because the best is yet to come!

The Las Vegas Grand Prix had lived up to its electrifying reputation. The neon lights had witnessed a dance of daring overtakes, strategic gambles, and sheer grit. Max Verstappen, the reigning champion, had emerged victorious, proving his mastery of the unpredictable. Lewis Hamilton, ever the opportunist, had salvaged a podium after a heart-stopping battle with Y/N L/N, the Ferrari firecracker who had announced her arrival on the world stage with a fearless performance.

[lucassantostoons]

Felix the Cat's Birthday Party Guest List

Mickey Mouse

Mickey Mouse

Minnie Mouse

Donald Duck

Daisy Duck

Goofy

Pluto

Clarabelle Cow

Ludwig Von Drake

Goof Troop

Max Goof

Pete

Peg Pete

PJ

Pistol Pete

Chip N Dale Rescue Rangers

Chip N Dale

Gadget Hackwrench

Monterey Jack

Zipper

The Three Caballeros

Panchito Romero Miguel Junipero Francisco Quintero Gonzales III

Jose Carioca

DuckTales (1987)

Scrooge McDuck

Huey Duck

Dewey Duck

Louie Duck

Webby Vanderquack

Bubba the cave duck

Bentina Beakley

Launchpad McQuack

Darkwing Duck

Drake Mallard / Darkwing Duck

Gosalyn Mallard

Looney Tunes

Bugs Bunny

Lola Bunny

Daffy Duck

Porky Pig

Petunia Pig

Sylvester J Pussycat

Granny

Tweety Bird

Tasmanian Devil

Wile E Coyote

Roadrunner

Marvin the Martian

K-9

Pepe Le Pew

Penelope

Speedy Gonzales 

Gossamer

Witch Hazel

Foghorn Leghorn

Elmer Fudd

Yosemite Sam

Mac Gopher

Tosh Gopher

Tiny Toon Adventures

Buster Bunny

Babs Bunny

Plucky Duck

Hamton J Pig

Furrball the Cat

Shirley The Loon

Fifi La Fume

Lil Sneezer

Gogo Dodo

Dizzy Devil

Calamity Coyote

Little Beeper

Arnold the Pit Bull

Byron Basset

Fowlmouth

Mary Melody

Bookworm

Concord Condor

Barry Marky

Marcia the Martian

Animaniacs

Yakko Warner

Wakko Warner

Dor Warner

Pinky and the Brain

The Godpigeon

The Girlfeathers

Pipsqueak

Slappy Squirrel

Skippy Squirrel

Rita

Runt

Mindy

Buttons

Freakazoid

Freakazoid

Tom & Jerry

Tom Cat

Jerry Mouse

Droopy Dog

Butch the Bulldog

Woody Woodpecker

Woody Woodpecker

Winnie Woodpecker

Knothead Woodpecker

Splinter Woodpecker

Chilly Willy

The Adventures of Rocky & Bullwinkle & Friends

Rocky the Flying Squirrel

Bullwinkle J. Moose

Mr. Peabody

Sherman

Betty Boop

Betty Boop

Bimbo the Dog

Bonkers

Bonkers D. Bobcat

Fall Apart Rabbit

Fawn Deer

Jitters A. Dog

Miranda Wright

Disney Princess Characters 

Snow White

Bashful

Happy

Grumpy

Sleepy

Sneezy

Dopey

Doc

Prince Charming

Cinderella

Gus

Jaq

Aurora

Still work in progress

[ao3feed-jaytim]

When do things get easier? (is it now?)

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/51868651 by GrimmGooseGoose Listen, this is just an excuse for me to write my favorite two having a sex in a dynamic I really enjoy, which boils down to Fucked Up Codependency AKA Tim has been one sidedly obsessed with Jason ever since they met. Jason disappeared one day and the Waynes refuse to say what happened. Tim figures out that Jason is with Ra's Al Ghul somehow, (handwave/"detective sounds") and contracts with a now grown Jason. They fumble and fuck their way into a John Ciardi poem of a partnership. AKA Todd, eyes still glowing, moved off the bed, and into the corner opposite of the door, looming. “and why should I believe you, prick?” “Because, I think you are beautiful.” Tim tossed his collar on the now empty bed, and resettled into his chair. Todd’s lurid eyes tracked the collar’s path as it thumped solidly into the bed, Drake Crest prominently displayed. He stared quietly for several moments, glow fading, before locking back onto Tim. “What. The. Fuck.” Words: 4283, Chapters: 4/?, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Ra's al Ghul, Bruce Wayne Relationships: Tim Drake/Jason Todd Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - BDSM, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, no beta we die like jason, Listen - I just really like Whumping Jason and then giving him a home and somebody who loves him, like a "pit" bull, pun absolutely intended, Cock Worship, Cock Warming, Hair-pulling, I have A Thing Okay???, Jason Has Hazel Eyes that do weird green things cause I said so, Jason Todd Has PTSD, Tim Drake Has Anxiety Disorder, they figure it out, Nonverbal Communication, non verbal jason todd, Top Tim Drake, Bottom Jason Todd, Bondage, Shibari, Nerve Damage, Disability, and all of the communication that comes with being disabled, Dom/sub, Dom Tim Drake, Sub Jason Todd, Contracts, Safewords, Nipple Piercings, Piercings, Needles, Porn With Plot, i guess kinda some plot in there, Heavy scarring, Tattoos, Family Issues, it comes with the Batfam, Nipple Play, Cock Cages, Pet Names, Kneeling, Domestic Fluff, Service Kink, Cass and Tammy do show up but its like blink and you'll miss it btw, may add more tags!, Flogging, Punishment, NOT between main pairing cause listen, I hate punshiment dynamics its just not my thing read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/51868651

[project-rosewood-476]

🐈‍⬛️ The Stray God Who Can't Seem To Die

"Hated by many loved by some"

-She had the weight of the world in her hands at such a young age. Fight runs in her like it's embedded into her DNA. The moment her step dad came back into the picture being made into a weapon to fight a battle that was not her own but someone else's grandiose delusions. Fighting a war that was bigger than her own at the place she called home. Daddys blunt little instrument. It seems that it's all she knows how to do and doesn't know if she can stop.

-Speaking of which she is the spitting image of her mother. Her long dark hair that holds many memories. Her wide knowing hazel eyes that hold many secrets. She has her mother's heart and compassion but the spitting personality of her step-dad. His hatred and rage that courses through her like righteous holy fire. His sharp tongue and wit. She's violent and volatile. Cold and calculating and everything in between. Whether she likes it or not she is her father's daughter and owes a great debt to the man who raised her when her own family didn't.

-Many people would describe Tabby as a feral stray alley cat with her behavior and mannerisms. She's kinda mangey looking and will manipulate to get what she wants, whether it's her next meal, a warm place to sleep or just to barely get out of whatever fucked situation she put herself in. Feral. Has and will dig through the trash for food and get into fights to defend and protect what very little she has.

-Despite being described as cat-like, her fighting style is more of a pit bull with lock jaw. She was taught to go for the throat and attack where it hurts the most. Be it bringing people down to their knees as she's ripping into their deepest insecurities or forcing them into submission with her strength. She has an iron bite and won't let go until they give up or can't get up. She will be the last one standing with flesh in her teeth and blood dripping. This girl has fought her way to the top and just to exist tooth and nail. She'll go out fighting as well.

-Tabby has a very loose guide for morals. She's not completely gone but is very quick to disregard them if that means that she and the people she cares about survive another day. She has done some heinous shit for the bare bones of survival on a Monday. She claims that she's a good person at heart and is not like the other kids there. She's not her step-dad yet the line blurs more every year she's alive. Tabby has so much blood on her hands she'll scrub them and herself raw just to be rid of her past. Of course it never works. But then again not many people can say that they've committed a genocide of their own kind.

-Tabby would be the definition of a kamikaze. She'll take on any and every mission and fight that seems impossible and would ensure her death. Yet every time, she is always the last one standing either beaten, battered, bloody, and bruised or as bodies drop around her. She can't seem to die. She knows she should have died many years ago, and she knows it. Its only a matter of time before Rosewood or her past or somebody else claims her. It is rumored that Rosewood kids are notoriously hard to kill. Yet she can't help but wonder if she unknowingly sold her soul for a chance at immortality the moment she stepped foot on that dreaded property.

-after all hope was lost and her world was falling apart around her she made a deal with someone who could give her the power of a God. And she took that chance every opportunity she got. A hopeless egomaniac with a hero/God complex who had the power of life or death in her hands at such a young age is a recipe for disaster. Yet she thrived in it. A couple of darker and deadlier nick names "karma" and "Judgement" sprung about from that. After it being the only hope she got and everyone else encouraging her she saw no reason to stop at the time. She's ended lives and ended worlds.

-She has a soft spot for cats. She adores them, and she even has a feral orange tabby named "Mac," which is short for Mac and cheese. She treats it like it's one word. Sometimes, after school, she'll feed it scraps and treats and give him pets and scritches. Has attempted to follow her home more than once.

- also has a soft spot for young children. Because she was them at one point in time. She raised her little brother all his life since she was 9. He is her pride and joy and her only living proof that she's not a monster.

-she fears to become anything like her step-dad. She fears becoming an adult despite being 20 now. She views it as becoming an abusive power-hungry shit person since that's what she associates adulthood with. That's all she grew up with and hasn't been shown otherwise. Definitely has Peter Pan Syndrome.

-suffers from all of the guilt she has of her past constantly. She'll claim that she doesn't regret anything or the choices that she made. She'll stick by what she said and did and will go down crashing and burning. You know what they say a good captain always goes down with their ship.

-cannot and will not stay in one place for too long. She was locked up constantly in the walls of her prison that she once lived in. No way is anything or anyone who will force her to settle down. Not even the operator. She claims it's for the freedom that she never received growing up. She'll stay for a few months at a time ( the longest she'd ever stayed in one place was 6 months). Enough to get a cheap motel and a shit job as a waitress or linecook in whatever restaurant was nearby and get money for her next run. Long enough to completely ghost or destroy the relationships she tried to make. She seems to have the delusion of outrunning from herself and her past, yet wherever she goes there, she is

-she also can not do stability for very long. So good fucking luck to the poor bastard/bitch who somehow managed to trap the feral stray. She will destroy you from the inside out and everything around her and in her path. She can't have anything good for very long. She doesn’t want to get too comfortable and let her guard down for the next person or thing to blindside her. She has a thirst and need for chaos and destruction, and if life won't provide that for her, she'll do it herself regardless of the people around her.

-Tabby can cook! She's been cooking since she was 9 due to being forced to raise her little brother and cook and clean a house for a household of 5. Does not understand portion control for the life of her. However, if you somehow managed to find where she's at and show up on her doorstep, she'll never turn you away and at the very least cook you a meal. They're all pasta and meat based, so you don't get much variety, but you get a warm and hearty meal before you go your own way. Food brings people together, and she believes that it can't fix everything, but it can start making things a little better. She also believes that if you can't talk out your problems over food, then they can't be fixed. It's the one thing she's good at that doesn't involve destroying everything she touches or is around.

-She's so very tired. Has ran out of fucks to give and so emotionally and mentally burnt out. Very quick to anger and irritate. She sees it as all of the people she held, such compassion and empathy for are no longer around and she can never see again she no longer has a reason to play nice anymore. She does enough to keep a job for however long she needs it. That's it.

-She really does have a heart of gold somewhere in there, but her damaged soul and tormented mind have taken over and pretty soon if it hasn't already. That's all she'll ever be.

[theimperialnuisance]

Know the mun/blogger

1. Are you named after anyone?

First name, no, but my middle name yes, after my great grandmother

2. When was the last time you cried?

This morning :,< I was in a lot of pain and the pain meds were not kicking in at all. I'm a lot better now but today has been a down-for-the-count kind of day as my energy level is really low from that. Hopefully tomorrow I'll be more productive

3. Do you have kids?

Do a puppy and two kitties count? :3 Otherwise, nope. No tiny humans in my life but maybe one day in the far future.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

When the situation calls for it, yes, or if I am comfortable with my surroundings cause I try not to be sarcastic if I'm around new faces

5. What sports do you play/have you played?

I was an avid dancer until High School and then traded out the dance shoes for an instrument and did Marching Band till College. I only really played soccer in Physical Ed classes and/or with friends and I used to play street hockey as well but again all of that was just for fun with friends as I was never part of a sports team.

6. What’s the first thing you notice about other people?

Oh. Good question. Appearance-wise, their eyes. Non-appearance wise, how they hold themselves or talk to other people. Sometimes you can tell a lot (good or bad) by how someone talks to others or how they act in certain situations. I dunno if that makes sense but that's usually what I notice as a quiet observer.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Definitely not scary movies as I am a scardy cat XD I can barely sit through any sort of scary movie so if it's between those two, happy endings it is!

8. Any special talents?

Apparently (at least according to my friends and co-workers) being able to braid my hair, like a French braid or a fishtail braid, is a talent of mine because I can do it without a mirror and also while I am walking. And yes, they are really good-looking braids XD

9. Where were you born?

A small town in the hills on the West Coast of the states in the southern part of said state. I moved up north when I was still little though.

10. What are your hobbies?

Video games for sure, Writing, Reading, Theater (More so theater tech over acting but occasionally I will act) Singing, Roller skating, Yoga, annnnd crochet!

11. Do you have any pets?

I have two cats and a dog! My two cats are twins, one is super affectionate and vocal (my sister's cat) and my cat is a sleepy old man who is very selective of who gets to cuddle with him (usually I can say someone is good people if my cat likes them XD) and then a very cute and energetic puppy who is small like a lap dog but she's actually a full 40 lbs as she's mixed with a pit bull and a corgi! She's the sweetest pup I've ever had <3

12. How tall are you?

152.4 cm!

13. Fave subject in school?

I absolutely loved English/Creative writing and then History mainly ancient history if I had to narrow it down.

14. Dream job?

Working at a professional theatre in some capacity whether I am working the Front of House as a House Manager or the Back of House as a Tech or Stage Manager :3 and as of this year, that dream job has become a reality <3

15. Eye colour?

Hazel but my eyes will change to green depending on certain factors!

Tagged by: @sundered-souls (tyvm! <3)

Tagging: Whoever would like to do this! :3

[uhhhhmanda]

15 questions, 15 people

I was tagged by @fr-wiwiw! I was sure I had done this one but I can't find it on my blog so I probably did what I usually do, which is to agonize over every answer and then delete it halfway through, lol. So let's try again!

1. Are you named after anyone?

Yes! Spock's mother! Thank you, dad, for loving Star Trek and convincing my mom not to name me Kelsey Dawn.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Hold on, let me check my watchlist. I don't cry a lot (an interesting change that has happened in the last 10 years or so) but I know I just cried recently when I was watching a drama or a movie ... Ah! It was You Are My Secret, the cdrama.

3. Do you have kids?

No. My husband and I agree wholeheartedly on no human children. We've got two dogs and a cat that I'm way too attached to, though.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I have made a concerted effort to cut back. Now it's mostly just in texts to my husband.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Depends on the person and the situation. Sometimes height, sometimes hair, sometimes clothes. If they are talking it might be a cool accent or interesting word choice or voice. Everyone is interesting in their own way.

6. What's your eye colour?

Hazel!

7. Scary movie or happy ending?

I love horror, so oth is ideal, but if I can't have happy I will take scary over sad. A sad ending can drag me down for a long time after a movie/show/book, but a scary one is fun to keep thinking about.

8. Any special talents?

Understanding thick accents (which is wild because I have auditory processing issues -- if you speak perfect English you are harder for me to understand than if you have an accent that a TV station would caption. the human brain is mysterious af).

9. Where were you born?

In a small town an hour north of Seattle, WA.

10. What are your hobbies?

Writing, reading, drawing, cooking, photography, watching Asian dramas. Once in a blue moon I post a vlog.

11. Do you have pets?

I have two dogs who are both approximately the same percetage of pit bull and german shepherd (they aren't related, we got dna tests) but their genes expressed in opposite directions, so Geordi looks like a pointy pit bull and Pepper looks like a short-haired GSD. We also have a weird cat named John Enwistle who overgrooms himself so that he looks like he's wearing a little bolero jacket or a crop top.

12. What sports do you/have you played?

I wanted to try soccer when I was little because one of my brothers was a soccer player. But no one told me the rules? Ever? And also mom wouldn't let me quit the team when it turned out that I fucking hated being watched by everyone's parents? So I spent the entire season standing on the corner of the field ignoring everything. Kind of a formative experience. It's on my Mention To Therapist list for when I finally can afford therapy.

13. How tall are you?

5'5"

14. Favourite subject in high school?

English.

15. Dream job?

I would love to make money off my art but I'd have to uhhhhh MAKE SOME ART to do that but I've got dysfunctional executives. Other things I'd love to do for money: forensic document examiner, architect, or book indexer.

I think everyone I want to see answer this has been tagged, but if you want to play PLEASE DO!

[cringeandunbased]

15 questions + 15 people! tagged by my friend @runekept !!

1. Are you named after anyone?

Yes doubly so. My mom named me after her favorite football player and I named myself after Danny Phantom lmao.

2. When was the last time you cried?

I cannot recall the exact day but sometime last month? I remember it was over me being a hypochondriac but that’s fairly regular and consistent.

3. Do you have kids?

Nope! I’m more open to having kids since I’ve had my nephews around. I used to flip-flop on the idea, but I think I’d be a pretty good dad.

4. What sports do you play/have played?

In early high school and elementary school I used to fence. I played ice hockey and wrestled in high school. Now, I mostly just do weightlifting, tennis, and badminton casually.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Yes. I struggle to understand when other people use it though. Unfortunately.

6. What is the first thing you notice about people?

I notice eyes first like their shape and how they look at things.

7. What’s your eye color?

Brown. Like, normal brown, not hazel or like light or dark brown. Like what your brain thinks of when it thinks “brown”.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

I like both, but I love a good happy ending more than most scary movies.

9. Any talents?

I wouldn’t really say so? Like any skills that come to mind are things that didn’t come naturally. But I’m pretty good at painting and learning instruments after dedicated time.

10. Where were you born?

BC, Canada. I live in the US now and I have for quite a while.

11. What are your hobbies?

I love building Lego models, playing TTRPGs, video games (I’m not very good), playing guitar/piano, coding, and building model airplanes

12. Do you have any pets?

I have 3 dogs. Two pit bulls (Wizz and Remi) and a little tiny dog (Sophie)

13. How tall are you?

I think 5’4? I might be 5’5, but I’m leaning towards 5’4.

14. Favorite subject in school?

As a kid I love English and Creative Writing (ironic, given I’m relatively dyslexic).

15. Dream job?

I’d love to do something that allowed me to be creative but I’m also happy just getting a paycheck doing nothing and pursuing my hobbies purely for fun.

That’s all folks! I don’t really know who to tag, but feel free to do this for fun. Tag me if you do, I’d love to see your answers!

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

When do things get easier? (is it now?)

by GrimmGooseGoose Listen, this is just an excuse for me to write my favorite two having a sex in a dynamic I really enjoy, which boils down to Fucked Up Codependency AKA Tim has been one sidedly obsessed with Jason ever since they met. Jason disappeared one day and the Waynes refuse to say what happened. Tim figures out that Jason is with Ra's Al Ghul somehow, (handwave/"detective sounds") and contracts with a now grown Jason. They fumble and fuck their way into a John Ciardi poem of a partnership. AKA Todd, eyes still glowing, moved off the bed, and into the corner opposite of the door, looming. “and why should I believe you, prick?” “Because, I think you are beautiful.” Tim tossed his collar on the now empty bed, and resettled into his chair. Todd’s lurid eyes tracked the collar’s path as it thumped solidly into the bed, Drake Crest prominently displayed. He stared quietly for several moments, glow fading, before locking back onto Tim. “What. The. Fuck.” Words: 4283, Chapters: 4/?, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Ra's al Ghul, Bruce Wayne Relationships: Tim Drake/Jason Todd Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - BDSM, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, no beta we die like jason, Listen - I just really like Whumping Jason and then giving him a home and somebody who loves him, like a "pit" bull, pun absolutely intended, Cock Worship, Cock Warming, Hair-pulling, I have A Thing Okay???, Jason Has Hazel Eyes that do weird green things cause I said so, Jason Todd Has PTSD, Tim Drake Has Anxiety Disorder, they figure it out, Nonverbal Communication, non verbal jason todd, Top Tim Drake, Bottom Jason Todd, Bondage, Shibari, Nerve Damage, Disability, and all of the communication that comes with being disabled, Dom/sub, Dom Tim Drake, Sub Jason Todd, Contracts, Safewords, Nipple Piercings, Piercings, Needles, Porn With Plot, i guess kinda some plot in there, Heavy scarring, Tattoos, Family Issues, it comes with the Batfam, Nipple Play, Cock Cages, Pet Names, Kneeling, Domestic Fluff, Service Kink, Cass and Tammy do show up but its like blink and you'll miss it btw, may add more tags!, Flogging, Punishment, NOT between main pairing cause listen, I hate punshiment dynamics its just not my thing via https://ift.tt/9ZFfOR8

[hajiisonline]

She Screams

This story contains scenes that may depict, mention, or discuss assault, blood, cannibalism, child abuse, death, misogyny, physical abuse, rape, sexual assault.

A story I revised for my creative writing course. Heed the trigger warnings please!

Kismet remembered waking up before starting her day off, putting her bread in the toaster, and scrambling eggs. At her age, she wanted to be free. She tried to escape — or more like, to depart from the period of her life that troubled her.

To confront her father and move on from her pain.

That man now sits in front of her, old, unable to chase after her if she runs.

All he had left was his bark, like an old Pit Bull.

“Go to hell,” Kismet says, with a sip of her coffee.

The older, gray-haired man’s gaze snaps at her before quickly raising his cane and striking her face. The force causes her to bite down, tasting her blood as it pools into her mouth. The plate she holds full of streaming hot grits, sausage links, and sunny-side-up eggs, clatters to the floor.

Perhaps due to his anger, the aging man doesn’t take heed of the mess made.

“What did you say to me?”

She sucks her teeth.

“You heard me. Go to hell. I’m not going to be further docile. I have my life to live, which doesn’t involve you or this damn house.”

She decided long ago that anything was better than her own inferno, no matter where she ended up.

A cold grimace filled her father’s face as her confession poured from her like a faucet — he calmly questions,

“Skipping out on me just like your mother did, huh? What’s out there for you? A girl who ain’t got no skills? Huh? What are you gon’ find?”

Kismet’s dark eyes bore back the shell of a man in front of her at the dinner table.

It was a wonder why she spent thirty years afraid of him. Cowered at his feet, made herself smaller to satisfy his ego. Hid from home under beds, closets, and crawl spaces. Crying out for mercy as he stripped her bare, forcing her to recite bible verse.  The creeping feelings of her hands touching her while telling her she was born from a demon.

“Anything. The key is freedom.” she retorts, casually sipping her black coffee.

“Freedom? Ha. I didn’t raise you with nonsense in your mind.” Her father continues, glaring up at her with bloodshot hazel eyes.

“How exactly did you raise me? To be afraid of everything, including my father? You ’raised’ me just as you intended. Full of fear and contempt.”

“Now, that’s enough, Kismet.”

The young woman laughs, although humor is absent in her titter.

“Hold on now, this man’s got too much in his cup. Too much dip on his chip! Startin’ to sound like he’s had enough for the morning! Reginald Friday. Pastor Friday. What? Do you not like to hear the truth? The gospel? Do you think you’re some sort of God immune to criticism? Shit, you give one negro power, and he goes apeshit. What are you, really? A fool with a suit and bible? A pervert with a cross?”

“I--”

“I DON’T WANT TO HEAR YOUR BULLSHIT!”

An agonizing scream became the only sound she heard. Hot, black coffee drips onto her father’s face seeping into the chestnut floor. He hoots and hollers like a damned soul being torched and violated for all eternity.

While his cries sufficed for the moment, she wasn’t satisfied yet.

“Yes, I do know, Reginald. I had a devil for my father. I was never a compliant child, Reginald Friday! I remember that day very well; I begged and pleaded with that social worker to take me away and save me. Yet, she thought that a pastor, a ‘respectable member of the community’ couldn’t have done something so heinous — she turned her back on me without report. ‘That girl must be lying. She should be grateful Pastor Friday took her in after her mother ran away.’ Everyone the following Sunday thought I was some freakshow sitting in the church. I was a teenage girl trying to tarnish your reputation. Instead, you ruined my life.”

“Kismet baby stops, stop — I love you!”

“That cruel, sadistic love? Ion want nothing of it! NOTHING! STOP LYING TO ME! YA HEAR? YOU LOVE ME? DADDY, YOU WANT TO SEE ME SUFFER! ALL YOU DO IS HURT ME BECAUSE YOU LOVE MY PAIN! I DESPISE YOU DOWN WITH THE BLOOD IN YOUR VEINS AND MARROW IN YOUR BONES!”

Through her tears, Kismet screams the feelings she’s had for so many years. But it wasn’t enough. She wanted to see him, see him feeling her pain. Her eyes dart until she spots a large, imposing knife in the block. It was perfect, intimidating. Her palm itches for it, and when she receives it, it feels euphoric to have it in her hands. With the blade thrust, it slowly sinks in as she stares into her father’s agape, spooked eyes. Silence fills the room. Her cries died down.

There seems to be an almost suffocating stillness.

Her father stares at her with glassy eyes, opening his mouth.

“Do you have somethin’ to say to me, Daddy?”

The older man gargles blood in response, gasping for breath. She plunges the knife further, holding his gaze once more.

“When you beat me, and I tasted blood for the first time, I looked as terrified as you are right now.” Kismet muses.

“When you violated me under the full moon when I screamed for you to stop. Did you not ignore my cries?”

At the sight of the blood, her eyes grow wide in excitement.

What rises from her belly is a tormenting scream. An animalistic howl. One that ripples through her throat, out her bloodied mouth.

What she feels isn’t regret — no, she feels the encouragement to feast on the bastard before her. To tear him apart, to use him to feed her newfound urge. She yanks and chews, relishing the taste of warm flesh and thick blood rushing down her throat.

Her heart pounds as she claws at his face, disfiguring it. Recognition is lost, and only a mound of flesh and blood remains.

The taste of the rust fills her senses as she smiles with glee.

Then, fear kicks in. The weight of her actions brings Kismet to her knees.

He was gone, but now, his blood was painted all over her.

His body was ravaged as if a wild beast had its way with his worthless corpse.

No, not a wild beast, but the one who feasted on him with enthusiasm was her. The smell of dirty crimson fills the air and makes her belly turn weak. She falls to her knees, her deep dark. Perhaps pride?

Was it pride, knowing she killed the man who tormented her for so long?

Furthermore, wasn’t he at fault for his death?

She tried to leave — he resisted her wishes, so he died.

Simple as that.

Staring at his corpse for a minute, her eyes lock with his glossy, lifeless ones. Then, without a second thought, she spits at his body. The dribble landing dead center on his forehead, running down his eyes and cheek.

Kismet quietly walks to her bedroom and collapses to the floor, bloody and ridden with adrenaline.

Finally, what she had gone through, the man that taught her what evil is gone.

Now, she had a dead man and a lot of blood to take off.

And a fire was the thing that would do it.

Making her way from the bloody mess in the bedroom, one she stayed in since childhood. She walks down the stairs, to the home’s garage, spotting the spare gas canister on the shelf. The woman packed her luggage the night before, it nestled in the trunk of her car.

Circling back to where the morning began, she stood in the kitchen, dousing it with gasoline. She made her way home, up and down the stairs. Through the bedrooms and halls.

All the back down to the front porch, down the steps.

The matches in her pockets felt heavy as if she held the earth inside her calloused palms. Slowly, she takes a matchstick, drawing a small flame. Kismet torches the wet step, watching soon as the home catches ablaze in a somber inferno.

The amber flames danced through her eyes as they spread.

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[theuniversalscat]

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[allhaildaddykeanu]

May I have a Keanu ship please!!! I'm 29, Massage Therapist, 5' 3", long brown straight hair, olive skin, hazel eyes, curvy hips, excessively tattooed, LOVE DOGS (I have a senior dog named Bill), mature and independent (but I require a lot of attention from my spouse), atheist, can come up with quick and witty comebacks. I prefer isolation but I love to travel for site seeing. Older Keanu makes my heart flutter. THANK YOU!!!

Hello, dear! You’re the lucky one to get the premiere of my new season! It’s ONLY been a few years, but I finally got my shit together (not really though) and made myself do these requests. I hope you’re okay with that! Anyways, as you love older Keanu, that makes John Wick the perfect contender!

Oddly enough, you first met John during his extremely rare trips to the local dog park. For the past few years, he’s been trying his best to acclimate himself back into somewhat normal life. To help, he finds himself taking his sweet pit bull to the park and enjoy the simple moment of it all.

As he was sitting on a bench away from everyone, watching his pup play around with others, you were standing and watching your dog Bill. You noticed Bill favoring the dark pit bull, seeing them chasing each other.

You decided to call Bill over to you, and the pit bull eagerly followed him, excited to meet someone new. You crouched down to greet the cute little baby after petting Bill. The pit sniffed you and licked your face, and you gratefully accepted his affection.

Meanwhile, John noticed this and decided to walk over, but only after internally fighting over whether or not he should. He smiled and introduced himself to you, and told you his dog’s name was Bubba. You smiled back and shook the handsome man’s hand.

After that, you both ended up running into each other at the dog park for the next month or so. Your dogs always found each other, and you two would interact again and again. Over time, John finally mustered the courage to ask you out for dinner, as a way to thank you for giving his dog a friend. That’s exactly how he explained it away to you. The dinner was for no other reason. He did NOT mean this as a date, but deep down he knew it was, but he’d never admit to you or himself.

The two of you decided to go to some small diner in town, this time meeting without your furry companions. At first, it seemed awkward for both of you, not really knowing where to start your conversation. Eventually, John opened up a little more as the night went on, and completed you on your tattoos, asking about each one. At one point, he made some sort of smart ass comment about something, and without missing a beat, you made an even wittier comment, taking him by surprise. He grinned, realizing just how intelligent and capable you truly were. He knew then that you were a force to be reckoned with, and that there would never be another dull moment with you around. After this single night, you found yourself falling for him. Much more than you could’ve ever imagined.

After a few more months, John finally asked you out on an actual date. The night consisted of a fancy dinner (per John’s request) in a high end part of the city, a walk through the streets, and small displays of affection between each other. John would hold your hand, hold onto your waist, give you his jacket, and softly kiss your cheek.

Throughout your relationship, you found yourself craving John more and more. Even just a day or two of not seeing him would drive you mad. Eventually you were able to tell him about this problem of yours, and he happily asked if you would like to live with him. Obviously you agreed, and within no time, you were all set up at his home, which you now shared.

Once you both became more attached to each other, and John was able to finally put his past life behind him, you began to travel together. John would do his best to take you to places you’ve never been, places you’ve always wanted to see, and even revisit those locations if you wanted to. He would let you drag him anywhere and everywhere, and he loved it. He enjoys being able to just follow you. After a lifetime of following some of the wrong people, he was in awe that he found you. He found someone completely good, someone who loved him for who he is as a person, and not as a dog, a killing machine, or just some pawn in a game.

Since John still liked to frequent the gym every now and then, and work out at his home gym, he was usually tensed up physically. Thankfully, he was able to find you, and you were able to exhibit your work skills on him. He never really cared about himself or his body, he wasn’t allowed to for most of his life. But once you started massaging him after his work outs, he found the great reward in caring for his body. Sometimes, you would sneak in some teasing into your massages, and they would lead to passionate sex. Every time with John was never less than exceptional. He always made sure to take good care of you and your needs, he’s such an affectionate, attentive lover. He doesn’t often show it in public, but he’s such a big old softie. And you love it.

Playlist 💕

Yellow by Coldplay

NFWMB by Hozier

I Belong to You by Muse

Glory of Love by Peter Cetera

North by Sleeping At Last

[thedogumentor]

Sky, American Pit Bull Terrier (4 y/o), Seaport Village ▪️ "When we got her she had blue eyes hence her name but now they turned hazel."

[ao3feed-jaytim]

When do things get easier? (is it now?)

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/51868651 by GrimmGooseGoose Listen, this is just an excuse for me to write my favorite two having a sex in a dynamic I really enjoy, which boils down to Fucked Up Codependency AKA Tim has been one sidedly obsessed with Jason ever since they met. Jason disappeared one day and the Waynes refuse to say what happened. Tim figures out that Jason is with Ra's Al Ghul somehow, (handwave/"detective sounds") and contracts with a now grown Jason. They fumble and fuck their way into a John Ciardi poem of a partnership. AKA Todd, eyes still glowing, moved off the bed, and into the corner opposite of the door, looming. “and why should I believe you, prick?” “Because, I think you are beautiful.” Tim tossed his collar on the now empty bed, and resettled into his chair. Todd’s lurid eyes tracked the collar’s path as it thumped solidly into the bed, Drake Crest prominently displayed. He stared quietly for several moments, glow fading, before locking back onto Tim. “What. The. Fuck.” Words: 4283, Chapters: 4/?, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Ra's al Ghul, Bruce Wayne Relationships: Tim Drake/Jason Todd Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - BDSM, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, no beta we die like jason, Listen - I just really like Whumping Jason and then giving him a home and somebody who loves him, like a "pit" bull, pun absolutely intended, Cock Worship, Cock Warming, Hair-pulling, I have A Thing Okay???, Jason Has Hazel Eyes that do weird green things cause I said so, Jason Todd Has PTSD, Tim Drake Has Anxiety Disorder, they figure it out, Nonverbal Communication, non verbal jason todd, Top Tim Drake, Bottom Jason Todd, Bondage, Shibari, Nerve Damage, Disability, and all of the communication that comes with being disabled, Dom/sub, Dom Tim Drake, Sub Jason Todd, Contracts, Safewords, Nipple Piercings, Piercings, Needles, Porn With Plot, i guess kinda some plot in there, Heavy scarring, Tattoos, Family Issues, it comes with the Batfam, Nipple Play, Cock Cages, Pet Names, Kneeling, Domestic Fluff, Service Kink, Cass and Tammy do show up but its like blink and you'll miss it btw, may add more tags!, Flogging, Punishment, NOT between main pairing cause listen, I hate punshiment dynamics its just not my thing read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/51868651

[crackinglamb]

A Very Descriptive Profile of Your Muse

Tagged by @lilbittymonster, thank you! 💕

Tagging @dreadfutures, @a11sha11fade, @serial-chillr, @mogwaei and @sociallyacceptablemadness. No pressure!

NAME.   Lark Cadash.

AGE.   37 at the start of the Inquisition.

SPECIES.   Surface dwarf.

GENDER.   Cis woman.

ORIENTATION.  Bisexual.

INTERESTS.   Relaxing, reading for pleasure and not for study, although history is still her most common topic. Fucking.

PROFESSION.   Mostly trained Shaper. Carta assassin and smuggler. Later, Inquisitor.

BODY TYPE.  Solid and stocky, quite athletic.

EYES.   Bright green after falling from the Breach. Formerly brown.

HAIR.   Dark brown.

SKIN.   Lightly tanned with freckles.

FACE.   Her features are considered 'sharp' for a dwarf. Long nose, previously broken so it's no longer perfectly straight, angular cheekbones and jawline, relatively small ears with the faintest suggestion of a point. (There are rumors of elven blood in House Cadash.) She has a pitted scar on her cheek from an acidic poison burn and a healed slice on her throat from an early assassination job.

HEIGHT.   4'10 (1.47 m) She's quite tall for a dwarf.

COMPANIONS.  Currently she is surrounded by the Inquisition and its ensemble. She is closest to Solas, Varric and Hawke. Over time she grows friendly with Iron Bull and Dorian, and also cautiously with Leliana.

ANTAGONISTS.   Corypheus, the Chantry, darkspawn. The man she loves.

COLORS.   Black, Fade green, stormheart and silverite.

FRUITS.  Apples from Nevarra, grapes from Antiva.

DRINKS.   Antivan or Tevinter coffee, black. A variety of teas, especially when she needs medicine, with honey.

ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES ?   Just about any. Dwarven constitution means she can meet Bull's challenge of Maraas-Lok easily.

SMOKES ?   A pipe. She prefers sweet herbs, or embrium for its relaxation properties.

DRUGS ?   None, other than medicinals.

DRIVERS LICENSE ?   Not applicable. She can ride a nuggalope well enough. Or a pony. Larger mounts are too much for her short legs.

(Imogen under the cut.)

NAME.   Imogen Rosamund McLean.

AGE.   32 at the start of the Inquisition.

SPECIES.   Human.

GENDER.   Cis woman.

ORIENTATION.  Heterosexual.

INTERESTS.   Reading, playing cards, tinkering with her traps, mapping the Veil.

PROFESSION.   Theoretical physics. Later, Inquisitor. Later still, high ranking agent of Fen'Harel.

BODY TYPE.  Athletic, full figured.

EYES.   Hazel blue.

HAIR.   Auburn, very curly.

SKIN.   Fair with freckles. She sunburns easily.

FACE.   She has a round face with soft edges. A wide mouth and eyes. Long, slender nose. Her hair is the type that coils into springs. Pulled straight it would be waist length but it normally hangs to about her shoulder blades. No scars (on her face anyway), the perks of having an Elvhen as a partner.

HEIGHT.   5'7 (1.70 m)

COMPANIONS.  Solas, of course. Dorian and Iron Bull are her closest friends in the Inquisition. She is also close to Cassandra, Varric, Hawke and Terisin Mahariel.

ANTAGONISTS.   Corypheus, a variety of too intelligent demons...Orlesians.

COLORS.   Lyrium blue and black. Earth tones contrasted with jewel tones.

FRUITS.  Any.

DRINKS.   Antivan coffee, with cream and sugar. Tea when necessary.

ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES ?   She'll drink ale, but prefers whiskey.

SMOKES ?   No.

DRUGS ?   None, other than medicinals.

DRIVERS LICENSE ?   She is from Earth originally, so yes. Now it no longer applies. She is a competent rider, although she wouldn't go so far as to say 'good'. Thankfully Squirrel, her bog unicorn, doesn't mind her unpracticed seat.