#Hell yea brotha

[justalilpearlie]

Posting all the wonderful creations sugar (@teapot-of-tyrahn) brought to the majormoon community

Not counting the amazing fic cause i cant just copy paste it

I might get a link to it in a bit actually hold up. But anyways look at these beauties

fly high, majormoon. Next year you'll win, I believe in us.

[bumblebybigbang]

will there be a "meet the mods" post for this year's bbb? i would love to know who's working hard behind the scenes to run this for all of us!

watch this space 🥰 🥰 🥰

[nofingjustaninchident]

i saw ur requests are open and i got excited 😵

would u be willing to write a jason grace x apollo!reader one shot? specifically one that’s kinda angsty but has a happy ending?? maybe the reader gets really hurt on a quest with Jason and he’s genuinely scared but she ends up being okay in the end? i’m not sure what other details but i’d love to see what you do with this (if you want!!!)

:0)

we’ll be a fine line, we’ll be alright.

content: jason grace x apollo!reader

warning: bad BAD writing, angst but then it’s fluff, blood, almost dying experience, octavian’s still alive, cursing, post Blood of Olympus

a/n: hello! this is my first request and i wanted to post it before the other stuff i’m working on (especially cause i can’t finish any of the shit i’m working on). this is kind of fast paced but don’t blame me, it’s 12am in brazil right now so.. yea. also, i kinda diverted from the whole hurt in quest thing, i’m sorry! i didn’t have enough ideas for a whole quest. but i hope you enjoy! oh and this is placed after the first book of TOA

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Sure, a heartbreak did hurt. But have you been stabbed by Imperial Gold? Dude. Brotha.

Sure, it was a normal thing for you to argue with Octavian. Hell, it was. normal thing for everyone who’s sane to do. This scrawny boy was just… a piece of shit. Yeah. And the worst part? You’re related. He’s one of the “legacies”, whatever that is. That stupid roman dipshit.

And today was no different. You two were arguing about some trivial shit, as always, but things escalated quickly. Soon you two were sparring (how was a mystery, since you didn’t even know that thing knew how to hold a sword) and it was quite fun.

You see, you got to camp Half-Blood when you were just seven. Since then you’ve been trained all year, since you didn’t have any other family - besides the godly side of it, duh - and Octavian was… well, Octavian. You were much better than him.

The whole problem is that Octavian likes to play dirty. So eventually he makes you trip and fall and he leaves gashes around your arms and legs. But with imperial gold it was sort of painful.

Till one of those times came again, but this time he didn’t leave a gash or a scratch. He stabbed you right in your stomach.

“Oh, gods!” He said, with fake concern. “I’m so sorry, cousin! My bad. I should go looking for your boyfriend, right? But… i didn’t see nothing. Bye!” The blond said with a devilish grin and left.

You knew you needed help. You were applying pressure to the wound, trying to use your healing powers to at least slow down the bleeding.

You tried to get up to look for help, but it was almost impossible. Even with that, you had to. ‘Oh, come on,’ you thought, ‘i’ve faced Kronos, Gaea and Annabeth mad at me. I’m not gonna die for a stupid legacy.’

And that’s exactly what made you move your body towards the via principalis, where you knew someone was gonna help you.

When you got there, the first person you saw was - thanks the gods -, Reyna. When the praetor looked at you, her face was horrified.

“y/n? What-“ She began, but you cut her off.

“I-i’ll explain later. Just… medical cabin. Please.” You begged, your words barely above a whisper.

Reyna nodded and helped you lean on her for support, as she walked you towards the medical cabin. You didn’t know the name of the boy who was currently there, but he looked as horrified as Reyna.

“Oh gods. Oh, my gods.” The boy said and you smiled, trying to fight back the urge to pass out.

“Ha, thanks. I thought it was bad.” You half joked as Reyna and the unkown boy put you on a vacant stretcher. When you were laid down, you looked up at Reyna with pleading eyes. “Bring Jason here, please?”

“Of course. I’ll go find him. The brunette said and left the medical cabin.

“Ok. uh… care to tell what happened with you?” The boy asked and you turned your gaze back to him.

“Got stabbed by imperial gold. What’s your name?” She asked, but the look in the boy’s face didn’t seemed to register the question.

“My gods… i’ll do my best to help you.” He said and grabbed a bottle of nectar, pouring it to your mouth. “Ok, i need to-“

Before he could finish, a certain blonde boy barges past the doors, looking around the medical cabin, desperately trying to find you.

When his gaze fell into you, he rushed to your side, grabbing your hand. His eyes were glossy behind his glasses and she knew he already wanted to cry.

“Y/n, what…? What happened? Are you okay? Who did this?” He asked, and she tried to laugh, but the pain was becoming unbearable. You couldn’t even talk anymore, as the only thing that came out of your mouth was a whiny breath. “It’s okay, i’m here with you, hm? I won’t leave.”

He kissed your forehead and you squeezed his hand softly just before you felt a tear fall in your cheek. That was the last thing you heard or saw before passing out.

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Jason is desperate. He’s beyond worried about you.

He knows what imperial gold does to someone. Gods, he was stabbed by imperial gold before. And if she wasn’t treated in the right way… he didn’t even want to think about it.

But other than that, he needed to know who did this. He was going to kill this person with his bare hands.

It had been two days since you blacked out and you hadn’t woken up yet. He was starting to get even more worried, but he hadn’t left your side for one second. You couldn’t even go back to Camp Half-Blood (obvi), so your closest friends and family came to visit.

Will had cried his eyes out when he saw her there. Nico had to comfort him as his pupils leaked salty water. Lester/Apollo was back from his quest with Meg, and he also came to visit his daughter. The man was very… emotional, let’s say that.

But on the third day you were finally beginning to wake up. Of course, Jason was there.

“Hey, honey… you’re back, hm?” He asked, caressing you hair as you smiled, trying to reassure him. It still hurt as hell, but it could be worse. You could be dead.

“Hey…” She mumbled, her voice a little smudgy. “How long was it out?”

“A few days. But you’re back now, that’s what matters the most.” He said as he gave you a soft kiss on the lips. It was no tongue, just affection. He was showing you he was there for you.

“I feel fine. Like, not fine, but definitely better.” She said, as she pulled away from him.

“Yeah, i imagined. But, baby, i need you to tell me something.” Jason said, still holding your hand softly.

You nodded, waiting for him to elaborate.

“Who did this to you?” He asked, and you felt him squeezing your hand tighter. His voice was also harsher, as if he was restraining himself from killing someone.

“It was… it was Octavian.” She said, in a whisper-like tone. His face hardened immediately as he got up and went to the boy that was standing at the door.

“I need you to call Reyna and Frank. Tell them it’s an emergency.” He said and the boy quickly left.

Jason rushed back to your side. “I swear i’m gonna kill that son of a bitch.” He muttered.

When you were about to answer, Reyna and Frank rushed past the door, both looking worried. Behind Frank, there were a few other people - Will, Nico, Hazel, Annabeth, Piper, Leo and Percy -, all looking worried.

“You’re alive!” Will shouted and rushed to your side, tears welling up his eyes again.

“What, you thought that a little stab was going to kill me? Please.” She scoffed and Will laughed.

“So, who did this?” Reyna asked, also going to your side and stroking your shoulder softly.

“The most stupid, idiotic, son of a bitch augur that we ever had.” Jason said through gritted teeth.

“Octavian did that? I knew he was annoying, but at this level?” Percy asked, his face contorted in a mix of anger and disbelief.

“Mhm. We were sparring but… he likes to play dirty, i guess.”

“I’m gonna murder him.” Will groaned.

“Get in line.” Jason, Percy and Nico said at the same time.

You chuckled a bit, even if it hurt. Cause you knew, with that family right there, everything was gonna be fine.

a/n pt2: so… i like it but i don’t but i do. u get that? yea. i don’t know, i think i could do better, but i kinda liked it. I was going to make octavian’s trial and all but it would be too fucking long, so i gave up. that’s it for today, sorry that it took so long!

[novistarplanet]

Daddy's Girl

ExDrugDealer!Connie x BlackReader

summary:

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a/n; hope yall don't get offended by this only read this over once this is also for my fllwers 🩷 + requests are open

Growing up you were raised with a very religious background your furthest memory to date was your mom making you sing in the choir.

You didn't mind at all you actually liked going to church at times with your father being the pastor you were inspected to be modest all the time since you had a reputation to uphold.

Which means no growing up. No parties, No skimpy clothing, and most importantly No boyfriends.

You could never wrap your head around it.

"Y/N pull out your bible and pay attention maybe kids your age can learn something from it" Your Auntie Ruthie smacks your arm with her hand fan.

pulling out your pink bible turning the page to the scripture.

It felt like forever of your dad preaching about the same things but with different words.

Each time he finishes reciting the stories a string of "hallelujahs" and "amen" flooded the medium-sized church.

it was going just like every Sunday went it was just about time for offering when you noticed a man well boy with a collection of tattoos that marked his neck and entire two arms standing beside your father

"Brothers and sisters ill like to introduce a new family member of our church Brother Springer"

looking around you it's clear as day not everyone was with the idea of him joining.

His full name was Connie Springer or "Constance" as people called him in the streets. He was a big-known drug dealer in the area who was recently shot.

Who now found himself in your daddy's church ranting about him finding God.

Did you believe him? Hell No. But as a Christian, you have to see the good in people.... so who are you to judge?

“Now folks I want you to open him with open arms lets all bow our heads and say a prayer towards this young brotha!” on cue, everyone bowed their head as your father recites the words.

You could feel eyes watching you while each word was spoken. slowly opening your eyes up you see Connie smirking at you biting his lip

you couldn't help but stare he was oddly attractive your aunties warned you to stay away from thugs and deadbeats.

but something about him made your heart skipped.

closing your eyes again focusing on the prayer and blocking him out but it wasn't too long before negative thoughts filled your mind.

dirty ones.

you have been having dreams of someone buried deep between your plush dark toned thighs slopping all over your messy cunt while one of his hands is wrapped around your neck.

rising up from your two soft pillows your clear juices dripping from he’s barely visible stubble beard.

His hands soon found home around your jaw shaking it roughly

“open your fucking mouth bitch” the dark figure huffed out.

quickly opening your mouth obeying his command

he used the hand that was wrapped around your jaw lifting it up and shoving it back down.

“you know what to do stop actin dumb” he takes his other hand that was originally holding your thigh to slap you across the face till your pink little tongue came out.

“ m’imma reward you for being so good” he hurtles a gob of spit down your throat forcing you to swallow it.

“yea thats it you really want daddy’s dick huh? you fuckin dirty whore” he lets go of the placements of hands as now they found their way towards his pants.

unzipping them revealing dark blue boxers with a large bulge

slowly pulling the-

“Y/N! You better not be sleep!” your auntie hits your side again slightly shoving you.

by the time you opened your eyes, everyone was on their way out probably going to red lobster or olive garden.

“now this is my first and only daughter y/n” You look over to see your dad talking to Connie looking directly at you.

connie still had the look in his eyes he did before

“well look at gawd y/n come over here and say hi to our new member”

you walk over gripping at your coral-colored dress.

“Hola hermosa, ¿cómo estás?” he spoke his spanish fast and you couldn’t lie you found it attractive especially the way hes tongue moves

“huh?? sorry im not very fluent in spanish” heat flooded your cheeks quickly. maybe you should have paid attention in spanish.

“ahh it’s okay Cariño i was either at first” followed by that he opened hes mouth displaying hes pearlie white teeth shiny teeth and me you guess.

“well good news baby connie here is coming to bible study”

okay what does that have to do with you???

“and you’re gonna help him find the way of god”

WHAT??

Today was the day you and connie were having a one on prayer session. You didn’t even know the boys last name.

and here you are wearing a simple peach shade dress with white stockings underneath.

not to mention the black lace bra that cups your breasts perfectly

you walked in to see Connie already there reading over the bible

he was wearing a wife beater tattoos marked all over hes two arms depictions of guns,skulls and you even spotted prayer hands.

you quickly rush towards your seat right in front of him he slowly raises he's head up meeting you in the eye.

"how long have you been staring at me hermosa?"

you quickly bended your head down shying away from he's grazed as he chuckles.

"im just joking with your baby"

despite the lingering sexual tension in the air you continue preaching

"uh okay so in Matthew 4:1 it talks about temptation from the devil and"

as you continue with the verse you can feel hes eyes lingering across your stockings you couldn't help but to look towards hes peeking becip.

during the session Constance lip bites , winking and even hes hand traveling too far down your cleavage

" and we drink the grape juice to symbolize Jesus’s purity an-“

“your not pure are you”

your head whips up with quickness as the words left hes mouth”

“what are you talking about?”

“i know you we’re having a wet dream about me sunday”

he arises from hes chair and puts your right leg over hes shoulder

he pulled up your skirt exposing your white dolly panties with a small bow on top with a small patch of wetness on the soft cloth.

“the only name i respond to is daddy” his hands found comfort around your throat. testing the waters he squeezed tightly.

“ is that clear whore?”

“yes daddy” small tears begin to prick from the corner of your eyes.

everything happened so fast your skirt and panties fully removed with your left breast making an appearance out.

“ do i have permission?”

you noticed his pants were ready off leaving him in his boxers in the short time you came to terms with everything.

slowly nodding your head up and down in agreement

“words hermosa”

“yes daddy”

he , mischievously grins down at you pulling off in boxers in a swift motion revealing he's length in all its greatness

you never seen a dick face to face this was all new

the tip of he’s head lined up to your entrance making its way inside of you

you can feel your body being rigid with inch length goes in

“Dios mío why didn’t you tell me you were this fucking tight”

he started moving in and out of you at a slow pace. You can tell by the look on his face he was holding himself back

he made soft movements as he kept going in and out

the pain on its own was unbearable it was like someone stabbing your uterus over and over again it didn't make it no better that you can feel him knocking at the entrance of your Cervix.

after a while of bad after bad thumps pleasure develops in your tummy.

"ohhhhh my god"

your hands went down and gripped the base of the chair despite the loud sounds the chair constantly makes. he stops for a minute repositioning himself into a better angle and striking himself back in you. His movements came with practice and skill as he continuously flicker your G-spot. You breathes were uneven and lost in the noises that your pussy made.

you could tell he was close he's movements became more sloppier with each stroke.

"im cumming oh my fucking god im cumming"

he's fingers found their place on your clit going in a circular motion.

you too both groan loudly together while the waves of pleasure passed you as he spills himself inside you he speaks again with he's deep voice.

"same time next Wednesday?"

[uriayx]

this would include Gabriel and Amon, but also other ocs that i dont talk about too much. like Mazoku and his spirits, Sonia, Veron, and Ember, Catty and her little gang, etc etc. plus any new ocs i make along the way

[cinamun]

I don't wanna be THAT person, but Indya and Darren got NOTHING on Bishop. They don't even know it but he's probably 3 steps ahead and that penthouse visit that Indya did? Oh I just know he's loosing his shit and he's brewing a plan. Indya and Darren are beasts yea we all know this but Bishop is is entirely different creature. Scientist haven't even discovered the name of the mf, that's how different and new he is. I don't know if they're ready for the hell thats slowly creeping up.

I'm hollering at the scientists! Bishop is your basic sociopathic, narcissistic killer and destroyer. Nothing more, nothing less and certainly nothing new. The brotha is pushing 50 lmfao but born without any capacity to give a fuck. We don't even need to compare Indya and Darren to a sim of that caliber, its apples and oranges really. In fact, let's remove Indya entirely. Darren will turn into a monster the likes of which no one has ever seen (even scientists) if, and I can't stress this enough, his family is in jeopardy. Bishop will do the same if he's having a rough Monday. There's gotta be a motive for one, not so much the other. If I were to guess, Bishop isn't even thinking about the Drakes, he isn't even the type that would lose his shit over Indya's visit. He can read Indya, he knows she's not a Mercy so he wouldn't waste his time. He can't control someone like Indya, he'd have to kill her, but she might kill him back so....

Regardless of the above, any co-mingling of the Drakes and Bishop is not advised. At all. Because why do y'all want this:

Come on now, think about the children....

[dailymidori]

midori is a gay man

HELL YEA BROTHA HES GAY AS FUCK I WISH HE WAS GAY 4 ME WHAT

[naranciiiasolos]

you fazbearing yo’ freddy rn????

hell yea brotha🔥🔥 all day everyday🗣️🔥 are you fazbearing yo freddy rn????

[tacobellpotatotaco]

The way i use this as a real life diary now hell yea brother

the way i am memorializing forever the potential last days of my life hell yea brother

the way i am pinning this on david. Hell ya brotha

[onlyheretoread2]

Lovin' my storm part 8

Carol: hunny we need to check your side

Storm: m' fine IV had worse

Hershal: storm at least let me look.please jaxsons is goin to need you soon.

Storm signed heavy and unlocked the tower door. Carol came in "where's Jax" storm said blankly.

Carol: with beth for the minute. We need to check you.

Storm: "k'

Hershal checked her wound in her ribs luckily it's just a bad graze. Storm couldn't think strait.

Did he really not car?

Had I bitched to much?

Why did he leave our baby?

Why did he leave jaxson

What's wrong with me?

Am I not pretty any more?

Was a baby to much for him?....

Little did storm know Rick was hiding a secret.

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Rick : it won't work

Daryl: it's gotta

Daryl: he knows the governor he can help.

Rick: he won't do anything but put everyone at each other's throats.

Daryl: so cut him loose but keep last samurai?

Maggie: she helped us

Daryl: then ditched us

Rick: she's not coming back

Maggie: she's no position to care for herself

Rick : hershal will stich her up then she gone

Daryl: well follow u get storm back in your car.

Rick: He ain't comin

Daryl: he's my blood. You'd do the same

Glen: NO. My blood is here and at the prison. Merles your blood. But your important blood is on that car. Not to mention your wife with a bullet wound

Daryl: let's go storm needs help.

Rick: he ain't comin . Come on storm need help.

Daryl: fine well fend for ourselves.

Daryl walks to the car .

GLEN: Daryl are you serious? Your gunna abandon your wife and kid for that asshole?

Daryl ignored glen and pulled a note pad out. He scribbled down a not and approached Rick.

Daryl: give this to her when she wakes up. She'll know where to find me.

Rick: DARYL she needs you

Daryl: she's got me just let hershal check her and let her gets little mans stuff

Rick: your kidding right?

Daryl: I love her. That'll tell her where to find us.

Daryl walked over to storm and whispered .

Daryl: I love you. Take care of lil man till we see each other again.

With that Daryl kissed a fussy jax then went with his brother.

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Rick: were not telling her

Carol: what?

Rick: nothing

___2 miles later___

Glen and Rick are alone by a car

GLEN: I agree

Rick: what?

Glen: don't tell storm. We'd never live with ourselves letting a woman and baby alone into the world.

Rick: yeah . I'll hide the note

Glen : what's on it?

Rick :looks like coordinates. Brobinly somewhere to meet.

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Carol and hershals walked with storm to retrieve jaxon.he was excited to see mommy but looked for his dada.

Storm: he's looking for him

Carol: yea. I'm sorry

Storm: y

Carol: he left you

Storm: don't be. I was dumb to believe I mattered. Just glad jaxon isn't older he would remember him.

Carol : are you ok?

Storm:gotta be

Jax: DA. DA !

Storm began sobbing

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Merle: been 6 days baby brotha . What the hell we waiting on

Daryl : you know what

Merle: seriously? She ain't dumped your ass yet?how's the Rugrats anyway?

Daryl pulled a poleroid from his back pocket. Merle looks at it.

Merle: he looks like you.

Daryl: and acts like storm

Daryl was laughing with tears brimmimg

Merle: how much longer we gunna wait? She may have decided to stay

Daryl: she wouldn't . She hates Rick .

Merle: y

Daryl: you in Atlanta. She only stayed because she had the baby and help

Merle: how you know officer friendly gave her the note? It's only a days walk . Been almost a week.

Daryl thought about it. "DAMMNIT RICK IMA BEAT YO ASS" he yelled as he took off toward the prison.

Merle: goin ta get her?

Daryl: her and jax

Merle: Jax?

Daryl: jaxon Axle Dixon.

Merle : cool

As they approached the prison suddenly gunshots wrang out. Daryl ran spotting Rick by the fence.daryl shot the walker pinning him to the fence. Daryl approached Rick angrly and pinned him while they had a break from the walkers now in the yard.

Daryl: where's my wife?

Rick : cooking last I knew

Daryl just ran up the field into the cell block and the first thing he heard was jaxon. Waaaaaaa" "waaaaa"

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Daryl approached the cell as he heard storm desperately tried to calm the infant.

Storm: please bubba

Storm: mama is so tired it's all over

She rocks jaxon and ever tries to feed him but he is scared and tired.

JAXON whips his head around till he spots the familiar face.

Jax: DA DA !

Daryl entered the cell and approached storm with his hands out .

Daryl: I can help. Go rest

Storm: go to hell.

Daryl: excuse me?

Storm : you don't get to abandon a baby then storm back in. Let me guess you draged merle back with ya?

Storm didn't give Daryl time to respond she simply walked past him. Daryl was confused but then remembered what merle said.

Daryl: RICK YOU SON OF A BITCH GET IN HERE

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Rick: calm down. We need them to stay away we have little ammo.

Daryl: y does storm think I abandoned them?

Rick: because you son deserves better. Not to live in the woods with him. (He points to a now locked up merle)

Daryl : so you keep her hear and tell her I left?

Rick : you did leave!

Glen: yeah so we told them how you said it was merle and me before this crap.

Daryl: where's the letter.?

Rick looked at Daryl then retrieved the leffer from his pocket. He hands it to Daryl hesitantly.

Daryl looks at merle"u good for a few?"

Merle: yea . Go get her. Officer friendly better watch out when she learns the truth

Rick:what's that?

Merle rases her shirt to reveal a healed stab wound.rick looks confused

Merle: she was cooking and I told her Daryl was with a hooker I brought. Bitch threw the knife .

Storm : I'ma bitch huh?

All three men turned around

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Storm: what wasn't I told?

Rick:storm?

Storm: what did I not get told daryl

Rick: he wanted...

Storm: did I say Rick? Last I knew my husband was named DARYL

Storm looked over to daryl he handed her the note. Storm looked confused as she opened it.

My love

Rick would not allow merle to come back . I'm gunna take him to the old campground . Come find us when you can bring little man. I love you till the day I die Storm Dixon. I love our little man.

Love Daryl.

Storm felt sick.she had hated Daryl . Thought he abandoned jaxon. She was a horrible wife .

Daryl grabbed storm shoulders"baby"

Storm: Rick what the hell? You to glen what was all that shit you told me

Daryl: what he tell ya

Storm: said you anderle left saying you didn't know if you'd come back. Claimed you just left and not a word or care . Said you made them bring me back.

Daryl: what? He looked over at glen and Rick

Rick: we wernnt gunna just let a 9 months old out into the forest to God knows we're. JAXON needed to be protected.

Storm just looked at Rick then stormed back to there tower followed by Daryl. JAXON was with gamma carol.

As soon as the door shut Daryl locked it and started to talk..

Daryl: baby we......

Storm slammed her lips to his. Wrapped her legs around him and ran her hand thru his hair. The kiss was hungry but Daryl New they needed to talk.

Daryl:baby we....

Storm: let's leave. (Daryl looked confused) let's get merle and little man and just go.

Daryl : baby he need safety. It's safe here.

Storm : is it? These people shot you, locked merle on a roof , and now they've made me think you abandoned me again. Storm said the last part quietly.

DARYL: again?

Storm said sniffling and tear on her cheaks: you always disappear when merle is sober or here. I thought I was ok with it but we have Jax now . It hurts worse for him.

Daryl wipes his wife's tears then kissed her forehead before pulling her into an embrace.

Storm kissed Daryl and the electricity came back. He tapped her legs telling her to jump so she did. He lowered her to the floor and within what felt like ours but was only 2 mins they were kissing on the cold floor.

Daryl put his hand into his wife's mound rubbing her fiercely yet soothingly.

Storm: god baby

Daryl: feel good bebe!

Storm : fuck yes!

Storm came twice on his fingers and Daryl llicks her juices from them savoring every taste. When he was done he'd places another hungry kiss to his wife's mouthe before lifting her. He placed her against the wall and began to live himself up. Storm had one leg wrapped around his waist and the other up on a chair .

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Daryl fucks his wife brought just as she likes. They decide after they will let jaxon crash with gamma. Carol happily abliged. Rick would get his ass handed to him the next day.

[micecakes]

new mortal kombat announce……o hell yea brotha

[da-ill-spot]

Music Video: Lecrae - Still In America

Real talk. Lecrae is that dude yo! And honestly I have slept on alot of this brotha’s music for far too long. As someone who grew up in a Christian household that doesn’t currently identify as such, he is the perfect example of a non judgmental believer that is not here to try to convince you that everything he believes is right and if you don’t follow suit you’re going to hell lol.

So yea check the recently released music video for “Still In America” off the latest project, Church Clothes 4.

[contrispos]

Episode 14 - War-Mantle

[Star Wars: The Bad Batch]

Tears: Out of stock. Will to live: Never heard of her. Will to absolutely fucking smoke Dave Filoni: Very much fucking extremely present.

(Also: Sorry there was no post last week, I was dying over Tech’s light bomb)

——

What’s goin on

clone

who

hold up

that’s a monster doggo

he has weird armor

IS IT WOLFFE

OR GREGOR

ITS GREGOR INNIT

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH OMEGA TWIRLING HER LITTLE PEN THINGY LIKE HUNTER

HUNTERS FACE

REX??????

BY BOY

AN OLD FRIEND HUH

HOW THE FUCK DID REX AND GREGOR MEET THO

IS IT WOLFFE??????

what was rex doing huh?

TELL ME

CC- 5576

THATS GREGOR INNIT

YE ITIS

yea exactly listen to echo dudebros

okay now listen to MY CHILD OKAY

ya need food brothas

no okay now it’s omega

what the fuck is happening

okay THAT IS HANDS DOWN THE FUNNIEST WRECKER SCENE IN THIS SHOW

Echo’s got a point… OooOah yeah, Tech’s got a point… Well the kid’s got a point… BEST THING EVER

ALSO

THE SMILE AFTER HE SAYS ECHO HAS A POINT

HSBAOSIDVS AKDJDHEHSJD

SOOOOOO CUTTTTEEEEEEEEE

hunter looks as confused as i was

YEAH HUNTER

CHECK IT OUT

kamino?

wha?

CRISSCROSS😘😘

RAMPASS🤬🤬

hollup

are they evacuating kamino

are the clones gonna be completely removed now?

well of course they are dumbass the EPISODE IS CALLED WAR MANTLE ITS LITERALLY THE DECOMMISSIONING OF THE CLONES

cadets🥺

sad life

they are never gonna become soldiers 😭

bish

whaddareya plannin

ya gonna leave or sum

ah yeah they are

why is it so satisfying when ships exit hyperspace

WHY IS ECHO GREEN

WHAT THE FAASAAAAAAACKKCKCKCCK

i am angy

come on tech

tHAt dIrEcTIoN

please

if anyone’s gonna know north and south and shit it’s tech

TECH MY BOY I STILL LOVE YOU REMEMBER THAT

hold up hunter gonna sniff something

sniff sniff

how the hell can he make out whether he was dragged or not

and how did he know the clone was hunted

how the f do hunters senses work??

TECHS VOICE IS SO ADORABLE I CANT FUCKING EXPLAIN IT

omg hunter is the daddiest dad to ever dad

WRECKER HOLDING A HAND BEHIND OMEGA

CAN YOU NOT

HOW DOES HE KNOW A SHUTTLE LANDED ON THE FUCKING GROUND

OH MY GOD

DID TECH JUST SLIP ON THE ROCK

he did didn’t he

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

how fucking fast are they climping

they are skilled af

damn brothas

OMG YOU CAN SEE HOW HARD THEYRE BREATHING

BITCH

TECHS EYES ARE SO PRETTY I CANT

those are stormies

i know it

stormy stormtroopers

oh no

i have a feeling this is bad

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

ECHO MY SON

SKAKO MINOR

BITCH

AH MY BABY

I CANT

IM CRYING SO HARD RIGHT NOW

AH

THEY HAVE TO RESCUE CROSSHAIR NOW

HE IS BEING HELD AGAINST HIS WILL TOO

omg what is that game

ARE THEY PLAYING ON GONKY

AAHAAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

they are gonna die

i know it

those commanders look hella scary

hold up

is that delta squad

it’s the armor

TK TROOPERS

I KNEW IT

that clones voice is weird

GREGOR IT IS THEN

he also has two eyes so wolffe

HIS LAUGH

YES

AH

CT-99’S

THEY HAVE A FULL ASS REPUTATION JUST WITH THE FIRST TWO DIGITS OF THEIR NUMBER

gregors arms are… uh… very defined

oh no tech failed

ITS OKAY BABY I STILL LOVE YOU

WE ALL MAKE MISTAKES

some are graver than other but uh….. nevermind

how the hell does a droid popper work on humans

pew pew pew

OH MY GOD SHES HUGGING LULA

BABY OMEGA IS STRESSED

SHE NEEDS HER EMOTIONAL SUPPORT PLUSHIE

uh

wrecker

they definitely do not have everything under control

they are basically dying over there

HOW DARE YOU HIT MY CHILD

HE HIT TECH

HE KICKED TECH

YOU BITCH ASS FUCKING INCAPABLE FUCK HORSE ASSBUTT I WILL MURDER YOU

eyyy

echo blew up too

bond bitches

bond

HOW DOES TECH THROW A BOMB THAT CASUALLY

OMG OMEGA IS FLYING THE SHIP

TECH HAS TAUGHT HER HOW TO FLY THE SHIP

HOLY FUCKING SHIT I WANNA SCREAM

I STILL CANT BELIEVE TECH TAUGHT OMEGA HOW TO FLY THE SHIP

WHERE DID THEY DO THE TEST FLYING

WHEN DID THEY DO THE TEST FLYING

I WANNA SEE THAT

AH

TECH

SWEETIE

AH

I CANT

GONKY TO THE RESCUE

OMEGAS THEME

I CANT

gregor looks positively terrified

this stresses me out

HUNTER

NO

STOP

WHY

NO

I DONT LIKE THIS

HUNTER

STOP FALLING

STOP IT

STOP RIGHT NOW

WHERE IS A JEDI WHEN YOU NEED ONE

OH THATS RIGHT

THEYRE DEAD

GONKY

NO

NO

HUNTER YOU LITTLE SHIT

DO NOT

I ORDER YOU TO STOP

RIGHT NOW

OMEGA

STOP

NO

I CANT HANDLE THIS

STOP

I CANT BREATHE

HER VOICE

THE PANIC

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

GO BACK THIS INSTANT

NO

I DONT LIKE THIS

stop

HUNTER

WAS THIS WHAT THAT FUCKING TWEET WAS ABOUT

“sometimes even the bad batch has to follow orders”

FUCK OFF

lama su is gonna die i just know it

oh

oh no

stop

i know what gonna happen now

crosshair

that’s what’s happening

nuh uh

i dont like it

it hurts

IT HURTS DO YOU HEAR ME

CROSSHAIR AND HUNTER MEETING LIKE THIS IS NOT WHAT I WANTED OKAY

I AM CRYING SO FUCKING HARD I CANT EVEN

DAVE FUCKING FILONI YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS

——

I know exactly what’s gonna happen now:

Hunter is gonna die

Crosshair is gonna die

Everyone’s gonna die

Filoni actually is kind for once and lets the batch have a nice reunion and be a family again.

its one of the above

and i am pretty sure it’s not the fourth…

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

SOMETHING ROMANTIC

Happy Lowman x Marcus Alvarez daughter!Reader

Word count: 1.5k

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @chibsytelford 💘

Author comments: I hope you all enjoy, this is something I wrote for no reason. Gif isn't mine.

Warnings: Weirdo Happy perturbing Santo Padre.

Tag list: @starrynite7114 ​ @chibsytelford ​ @dazzledamazon ​ @mara-mpou ​ @sammskellington ​ @gemini0410 ​ @1-800-imagines ​ @briana-mishell24 ​ @sassymox @whyisgmora @aquamento @sadeyesgf 💥 (if you wanna be tagged, send me a message!)

The toothbrush goes from one side to another, turning when it reaches the corner of his mouth. He has the forearms over the picnic table, sitting next to Chibs, Tranq, Taza, Juice and Ray. They're talking about something that Happy can't hear focused on you, sitting on the floor and chewing gum with a spray gun in your right hand, painting the body of your bike, so concentrated in every line you're drawing that a war could be going on around you and you don't even know it. The ex-nomad could spend the rest of his life looking at you in silence, stunned at the way your fingers move so slowly and so precisely, feeling jealous just a second, wishing he could be in the position of your motorbike right now. And your fingertips touring his skin. Again.

“—ove”.

Happy turns his gaze to Chibs, while his brothers breaks in laughters. He wasn't paying attention, so he's waiting for his president to repeat the words.

“Shit, Happe', ya' looks lak'a teen in love”.

Frowning he puts his attention back to you. The scottish man is right, he hasn't even noticed that Marcus and Bishop have joined the table, staring at the Son'.

“I wanna marry your daughter, hermano”. Happy says with an appealing voice, without looking at your father, when he smells his unmistakable cologne.

The mexican raises both eyebrows sort of surprised and confused. Bishop is lost with his improvised decision.

“I think I'm in love with her”. He adds, feeling a lot of eyes on his person.

“What?” Taza asks about laugh bewildered.

“When you knew that, brotha’?” Marcus spoke this time, leaning above the table after turning at you for a while.

“This morning”.

They're expecting for something else, but he keeps letting his dark orbs travel all over your hands covered by paint stains, moving so easily that give him chills in his stomach.

“Watching her dancing naked”.

“You fell in love with her 'cause you saw her dancing naked?” Tranq tries to figure out how this could be possible.

“Did you see my daugh—? Did you fuck my daughter, man?”

“She was making me breakfast”.

Happy isn't listening, he don't give a shit if your father is about to tie him on the wall to rip his skin off, piece by piece. He's focused in the way your fingers get tangled in every bristle of your hair to create a messy bun with them. He's obsessed with your hands, as if he was spellbound. And he hasn't even seen you shoot a gun with them. That's gonna be his downfall.

“She was dancing ‘Adventure Time’ theme song, cooking pancakes and making me a cereal bowl”.

The other men are amazed by the way he has to talk about something so random with his typical and usual scratchy voice, as if he was talking about murder someone he doesn't even knows. But he's talking about you and his tone doesn't shake. That's why they know he's being serious.

“Anyone could do pancakes and a cereal bowl”. Juice laughs without knowing that his innocence is going to cost him to lose part of his physical integrity.

With a fast move and his gaze permanently on you, he grabs his nape hitting his head against the table with a noisy and loud sound. Juice starts to growl between curses and sobs, falling backwards towards the ground, when he wants to get up in his seat.

“Not even my mom knows that I like cereals before milk”.

Sons and Mayans are fascinated, putting their eyes on you. It's to hot outside, with the southern Cali' heat toasting your skin covered by colored tattoos. Getting up from the floor shaking the jumpsuit with knotted sleeves on your low waist, you take all your paint stuff between your arms walking towards the small plot with a roof on it, with some shading that will avoid the sun to makes you some burns in your shoulders. Leaving your things there, you walk back to your bike grabbing the handlebar to drive it there.

“She can run me over with her Harley whenever she wants, once and again till she kills me, drowning me with my own blood”.

“You're fuckin' perturbing me, man”. Bishop says with his face out of shape.

“He's that... kind of romantic”. Chibs palms your uncle's back laughing out loud.

“She hit you hard, eh, Happy?” Juice talks back, sitting again whilst rubs his forehead. Luckily he didn't break his nose.

“More than I could hit you till take away your last breathe”.

Holding the toothbrush between the forefinger and the thumb, he gets up of the bench, putting well his clothes on.

“The fac' ya' going, Happe'?” Chibs asks, whilst Marcus rubs his face hard with both hands.

“He's not gonna do'et, right?” Taza leaves the question in the air, looking at the men sitting around him, before getting his gaze back to the Son'.

He's walking with his self-confidence in the clouds, throwing away the toothbrush and his eyes on you, studying every gesture you made when you find him going towards you so serious that it's starting to scare you. Without a word, he takes off of his little finger a heavy gold seal skull-shaped, offering it to you with his arm stretched to you. Some inches separate you, kneeling on the ground holding the spray gun with a raised eyebrow and the tip of the nose wrinkled. He moves his hand one time, urging you to take the ring.

Your eyes travel to the picnic table, with incredulous men sitting there. Your father is freaking out and your uncle is losing it too. Doubting, you grab it having a look of it, before look at Happy again. Leaving away the paint, you take off the bluetooth headphones of your ears.

“I like it”. You say, 'cause you're not sure what he's trying to tell you.

“Good, you're gonna carry it for the rest of your life”.

“Perdona, ¿qué?” (Excuse me, what?)

“Jesus Christ, he's doen'et”. You can hear Chibs' surprised voice, turning to him again when they all break in laughter.

“The... hell you doin', Happy?”

“We're gonna get married”.

“We're what?” Getting up and keeping the headphones inside the jumpsuit' pocket, you lift both eyebrows with pursed lips.

“Yea', I wanna marry you”.

“Ah... Wh—What makes you think that I'm gonna marre' you?”

“You don' wanna break my heart”.

“Didn' know you have one”.

“And you also made me breakfast, after fuckin' you so hard I didn't think you could walk”.

“Yea', ah... I was hungry, I thought you too”.

“And you were watching cartoons”.

“‘Adventure Time’ is not only a cartoon”.

“See? What I said”.

Narrowing your eyes, you twist your neck with somekind of confusion. You look again to your father, who shrugs his shoulders not understanding what's happening.

“Listen, imagine that. Me, coming home. At night. With blood in my face after stabbing a guy, and you sewing my gaps, watching cartoons”.

“Does it...?” Licking your lower lip, you cross your arms over your chest. “Does it should sound romantic?”

“With burning red candles”.

You're trying to contain your laughs, pursing your lips and with the holes of your nose getting opened. He opens his arms like it pretty obvious it's the best plan ever.

“So your perfect idea of having a date is me, healing you at four am, when I could be sleeping, and watching cartoons illuminated by red candles”.

“After stabbing some guy”.

“After stabbing some guy...”

“Gripping”. Tranq says some meters away, looking at you two as if he was watching some Netflix movie.

“Do you have a better idea?” He asks you then.

“About the date or about marrying you?”

“My mom taught me to make tacos. You're mexican, you like tacos”.

“Happy... that sound rough and it's a fuckin' clic—”.

“Don' you like tacos?”

“But not 'cause I'm mex—”

“So I can make it for you. That's romantic too”.

“After stabbing some guy”.

“'Course”.

“Ok, weirdo...” You say taking off the collar hanging on your neck, to put the ring in it before wearing it again.

“Wh—What are you...?” Happy turns confused to your father, shaking his head. “What is she doin'?”

“I think she doesn' wanna smear it with paint”. Marcus answers getting up of his seat.

“We're getting married then?” The Son' asks to you, seeing how you kneel to take back the spray gun.

“I'm scared of what you could do if I say ‘no’?”

“Somethen' pretty romantec', lass”. Chibs laughs from the picnic table, provoking the laughter of the men around him.

[deans-baby-momma]

Rebel Without A Cause- Ch 12

A/N: It’s getting goooood....

Dean looks out into the crowded club from backstage. People are standing around, talking with drinks in their hands; some were seated at tables doing the same. The bar area was packed, each barstool taken and the drinks were flowing. The cacophony of voices overlapping one another put a smile on his face. He notices the plethora of women in the place and smirks. ‘Definitely going to be a great night!’ he thinks as he lets the curtain fall back into place. 

He rejoins the rest of the band and gets ready to hit the stage.

“How’s it lookin’ brotha?” Benny asks him.

“One thing for sure,” Dean replies. “We aren’t going to be needing to depend on ourselves tonight. Pussy for everyone,” he announces and then looks at his brother. “Even you, Sammy. I saw your hot little number out there waiting.”

Dean likes to tease Sam about his now girlfriend, Rayne, but secretly he’s becoming a little jealous. Dean is beginning to tire of the randomness and the unpredictability of fucking a different girl in each city. He wants to be able to look out into the sea of people and find the one who is there just for him, the one to go home with every night. Someone to truly love and love him back. 

Maggie takes one more look in the bathroom mirror. She had chosen to wear a low-cut blouse with sequins along the plunging neckline and a pair of fitted jeans, another one of what Jo calls an “eye-catching” ensemble. Maggie had decided to go subtle with her makeup though. All that extra gunk on her face last weekend had felt weird. All she put on was a light pink blush and a tinted lip gloss and her eyes were lined with a brown pencil with just enough mascara to make her lashes noticeable. 

She nods to her reflection and returns to the main area of her motel room to grab her keys and entry card. Checking the GPS on her phone, she sees there are no delays in the route to Club Vista. She takes a deep breath and walks out the door.

Finding the venue and adequate parking is a piece of cake; entry into the building is easy. Once inside, Maggie is surprised at the number of people gathered around. It would be at least another half hour before the Winchester sex Bombs take the stage.  She sees an empty stool at the bar and heads toward it. As soon as she is seated, the bartender appears.

“What can I get for you?” he asks with a smile.

“Just a Coke for now,” Maggie replies.

“Starting off slow, huh? I dig it,” he tells her before going off to get her beverage.  “Name’s Brent. Just yell when you want another...or when you’re ready to step it up,” he says as he sits the soda on the mahogany bar top. 

Maggie pays for the drink and turns to watch the crowd. The jukebox is playing some song Maggie has never heard before but apparently is a big hit with the people. She sees some singing and dancing and some just tapping along with the beat. Her eyes hit the stage, knowing that in a few minutes, the man who has been plaguing her dreams will emerge. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought.

As Brent passes over her second drink, the house lights go down and a man who Maggie suspects is the owner of Club Vista, steps into the spotlight on stage.

"Welcome, everyone! Club Vista appreciates your patronage. Now let's hear it for…...the Winchester Sex Bombs!" 

The crowd erupts in cheers and applause as the band members take the stage. Maggie feels her heart rate escalate as Dean walks out smiling and waving to the masses. She watches as a group of ladies rush to the edge of the stage, reaches out for him.  Maggie wishes she could be as outgoing and loquacious as them. She has always been more on the shy and modest side, always feeling like she wasn't good enough. 

Luke had helped with that until he began sleeping with and impregnating his secretary. That was a big hit to the ego she had rebuilt after her own mother and sister had practically murdered it in her teenage years. Years and years of being told she wasn't good enough or that she needed to be more like her older sister had really affected Maggie's psyche.

Maggie watched as Dean once again dominated the stage and the attention of every single female in the club. She knew she had a snowball's chance in Hell of catching the attention of the green-eyed rock god but that didn't stop her from imagining it.

“Excuse me, miss?” Maggie is brought out of her thoughts by the voice of what looks to be a crew member for the band by the shirt with the band’s logo he is wearing.

“Yes?”

“The band would like to extend an invitation backstage for an impromptu meet and greet,” he explains as he looks her up and down, a twinkle in his eye.

‘Impromptu my ass,’ Maggie thinks, feeling uncomfortable under this stranger’s scrutinizing gaze. “Um, yea. I mean, I guess,” she answers and follows him across the room. He pulls back the curtain at the side of the stage and allows her to enter first. 

Once behind the thick maroon curtain, the music is subdued and Maggie can hear the voices of others talking animatedly. The crew member opens a door and Maggie enters. Inside, there is an abundance of girls and guys all talking and laughing, waiting for the band to join them. Maggie finds an empty seat against the wall and sits.

It isn’t long before the door opens again and four of the band members enter, all with smiles on their faces. They all begin greeting the people waiting to talk to them but Maggie’s eyes are on the door. She knows soon that the man of her dreams would be walking through it.

*Dean’s POV*

During the third or fourth song of the set, I let my eyes scan the crowd once more. I know there are plenty of people backstage, waiting for us and that everyone is going to have a great night. I broaden my scope to include the bar. A few of them catch my attention but when my eyes land on the brown locks of the girl in the revealing top with sparkles, I pause and try to get a look at her face. When she turns, I feel like I’ve stopped breathing. It can’t be! It absolutely cannot be her. I subtly grab the attention of Brad, my go-to guy for when I have found someone to persuade backstage and into my bed. 

Although this girl...if it is who I think it is, that is the last place we will end up. But I have to know. Are my eyes deceiving me? Have I found ‘the one’? I sing the lyrics that I know like the back of my hand as I watch Brad approach her and then watch as she follows him backstage. I see him checking her out and it pisses me the fuck off. I have always let Brad have his choice of female companionship for the night but this one is off-limits. I can’t wait to get through this set and get back there to find out if I’m correct. 

As soon as the last notes of the last song fade away, the rest of the band exits the stage. I stand there with my hand on the microphone and my head down, trying to relax and get prepared. What am I going to say to her? What am I going to do? If it is her, I don’t know how this will end.

Walking into the room, at first, I don’t see her. But then the crowd disperses and I see that she is sitting alone in a chair far away from everyone else. I approach her, trying to figure out what to say. Her brown eyes catch mine and she smiles. “Hello, Dean.”

@pink1031 @spnbaby-67 @winecatsandpizza @joseyrw @kricketc28 @tftumblin​ @markofdean79​ @sandlee44​ @michellethetvaddict​ 

[tingznstuff]

What next?

what happens when the fake afros come off? do you go back to your chemically permed hair, back to that job which supports the white supremacist structure you were just posing to fight against in that beautiful photoshoot?

Or

do you get up the confidence that yea being Afrikan is beautiful so lets chop all this imitation white hair off.

shave the scalp even. & begin anew the long journey of growing into oneself.

Im asking because a brotha needs to know you're down FOR REAL.

A fake revolution wont cut it.

We dont want fake food do we?

Fake land?

Reparations in fake money. Hell no!