#In my feelings

[bandydear]

Claudia can’t not die because it’s the whole point of the story. She has to die because she was already dead. Because this is the way it goes. She was a little girl who never got to grow old and it brought her mother to edge of annihilation and instead of succumbing she wrote a story that would have everyone begging for her to live the same way she did in that hospital room all those years ago. It’s always been a story about the unthinkable grief of losing a child and how it destroys everything. And yet, the strength of a well-told tragedy is how you spend even the last moments leading up to it bargaining with the text. Maybe it’ll be different this time. Maybe she’ll escape.

[ivoryteacups]

i'm crying while i'm cummin',

making love while i'm making good money

[eminentzayn]

my roman empire is scrolling through my posts over the years and realizing that i lived life alongside one direction. i may have been in the sidelines but i was there. i saw and felt it all. God, i was there.

[seafoamdew]

“I don't think my love will ever start to fade

My attachment to you isn't subject to change

My heart's yours forever and always”

[bubbarnes]

“... there is no 'me'. you don't know me”.

[agirlinteruppted]

The girls that get it, get it. ♡

[barryroyco]

the reason i think i love hilson so much is that they aren’t what either of them pictured for themselves. house probably thought he’d end up with stacy. wilson definitely thought he’d have the white picket fence with a wife and little wilsons running around, growing old and dying with them all surrounding him with their love.

but at the end of it all… they had their chance. CHANCES. and every time, they blew it. sure, you could say house sabotaged him, but wilson always let him. and there was a reason for that.

the person you want when you’re dying isn’t the person you want when you’re living. because while they were living, they were fooling themselves into believing it wasn’t always going to be them in the end. and once the end confronted them, they dropped the act.

no, they’re not the perfect vision of a healthy relationship, platonic or otherwise. but they’re on equal footing, always. they crave it in each other, and they deserve each other. it’s messy, manipulative, and maybe a tad sadistic at times. but it’s a deeper, realer, more intense love than you see either of them experience in the show. doesn’t matter if it’s romantic, it’s there, it’s shown, it’s written, and it’s true.

it always had to be house and wilson. and they knew it too.

[lyrifaun]

you’ve got a frightened rabbit for a heart

[shelovesplants]

Be my guest baby🙌🩷✨️💨

[edwinspaynes]

I think I've figured out how to articulate something fandom related that I've been thinking for a while, so I'm going to try.

For context, I've been a TSC fan for over a decade, primarily into TLH (even when we had nothing but portraits and Nothing But Shadows). I've seen the tides of the fandom change more than a lot of people can fathom. And I consistently find that the space we're in now, the "between series" space, is my favourite time period for fandom.

Part of this is that the fandom gets smaller and less insane when we're in this in-between - while the books are being published, tons of people come in, argue, start drama for no reason. It's unmanageable. 2020 was a fucking nightmare, probably the worst one, but there have always been nutty masses when the series are actively being published and at their prime time.

But that isn't all.

It's that the people who stick around during these in-between gray areas are those of us who actually love the books, the world, the canon. We're by and large the people who want to stick with it and feel positively about the series, the creator, the world building, and the characters. Sure, we have criticisms - naturally! But they're made with love and respect, and we don't attack Cassie or other fans about it. We're excited rather than angry, and that overarching energy makes the fandom a much more wholesome space instead of the toxic cesspool that it is when people are sticking around to hate-read it and dump on all aspects of the series.

I'm thinking about this now because TWP coming in 2026 (not surprising to me and actually 100% reasonable given how publishing works) gives us more time to live in this space. To enjoy the fandom without the unnecessary drama of weird antis who want to hate read every release and attack people who actually like the books and world for what they are.

I'm in a pretty unique place now with the book canon where "my" series is done (with the exception of a novella and 3 short stories). That's brought me both a weird amount of peace and a pretty new, interesting perspective even if it's Sad. I feel like I'm on the other end of things. And I really hope the TWP peeps enjoy this time, because some of my best memories and connections were made at 3 AM chatting with the other 3 people who liked TLH best in 2017. It's in hope, it's in theorizing, it's in anticipation, and it's here that we can truly connect and thrive and love.

[t3acupz]

ok one more thing, when Will said “is Hannibal in love with me?” It was so shocking because for three seasons we were made aware of how empathetic Will was. Like he’s able to literally enter any killer’s mind and understand what they think. So why didn’t he know Hannibal loved him? Because Will didn’t want to even consider the possibility of Hannibal loving him. If they were to be fully aware of each other’s love then it would create only carnage and destruction to everyone around them. Will was afraid of admitting something so obvious because there would be no turning back.

[blackdollette]

"making love and making good money." | jack thurlow

in my feelings. - lana del rey

⊹₊⋆ synopsis: love interest by day, sugar daddy by night.

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @angelsanarchy @mayathepsychic1999 @josibunn @livingdead-materialgirl@romanroyapoligist @oliviah-25@si1nful-symph0ny @auggiethecreator @vanlisbon@livingdead-reilly @imoonkiss @lankysimp @nom-nommmm1 @xxbl00d-cl0txx @k1ll3rh0rr0r @wildathevrt @mommymilkers0526 @greenxgloss @wild-rose-35@areuirish

female!reader x sugar daddy!jack

word count: 2.0k

contents: implied age gap, a little fluffy, masturbation (both), mention of stripclub, mention of unprotected p in v, facial

“alright, doll. i’m heading out.” jack’s voice called from the top of the staircase as he made his way down. slightly startled by his voice, you turned around, turning off the faucet and setting the dish you were washing into the sink.

he set his briefcase on the counter, grabbing a ripe apple from the bowl of fruit on the dining table. he took a look at himself in the mirror, slicking back his tight bun that had just a few strands of decorative white that contrasted the darkness. your bare feet pattered along the linoleum flooring as you wrapped your small arms around him and hugged him from behind. you inhaled deeply, taking in his scent of fresh, musky wood.

he smiled, wrapping an arm around your waist and lifting you off the ground to kiss you on the nose. “good morning, angel…” you beamed, feeling your heart skip the way it always did when he was present. he set you down gently. “i made your coffee.” you handed him his matte black flask that contained an equally dark liquid. he took it, raising an eyebrow. “no cream and no sugar, right?” you nodded with a smile. “just the way you like it.”

he smiled, patting you on the head. “that’s my girl.” he took a quick sip, picking up his briefcase and walking to the door. you pouted, trailing behind him with your arms crossed on top of your thin, silky nightgown. “i wish you didn’t have to work all day, dear. i barely get to see you at all, and you know how much i hate your colleagues.” jack chuckled softly, extending a hand to pat your cheek. “i know you don’t want me to go, my angel. but if i don’t go to work, how am i supposed to pay for all the pretty lingerie you have..?” his hand trailed down your neck, nearing the area where your erect nipples poked through the silk.

you huffed. “i could have all the lingerie in the world, but it doesn’t matter to me if you don’t even get to see them.” jack sighed, pulling you into a tight hug. “please don’t be upset, baby. tell you what: how about i make it up to you by buying you those clothes you’ve been dying for, hm?” your eyes lit up a little. “all of them..?” he nodded with a wide grin. “the corset, the skirt, the leather boots, all of it. anything to make my pretty lady happy.”

you let your arms fall to your sides, looking up at him with a gentle smile on your face. you went on your tip-toes to peck him on the cheek. “i’ll miss you…” he caressed your face. “i’ll be back before you know it, i promise.” with that last farewell, he walked out the door and hopped into his car, driving off.

you felt your heart get torn out of your chest as the house fell silent. the warmth of his touch lingered for a moment before fading away into nothing, leaving you with an indescribable emptiness. but for the past week, your need and desire had pushed you to create a scheme that would make him never want to leave again. even if it was only for a little while. so as soon as the coast was clear, you dashed upstairs and got straight to work.

the long hours of the day passed blissfully as you locked yourself in the bathroom, working tirelessly until you heard his voice call out once more. “honey, i’m home!” you jumped, heart starting to race as you checked the time on your phone. it was nearly 10pm, meaning you’d spent well over half the day working on your plan. it had taken you months to find the exact materials you needed, but it was all going so well that you knew you’d done the right thing.

jack’s tired footsteps entered the bedroom. “baby? are you in here?” you quickly got yourself together, taking a few deep breaths. “y-yeah, just give me a second, jack!” he sighed heavily, tossing off his dress coat and slumping onto the bed, unbuttoning the first two buttons on his shirt to give himself some space you breath. he tucked a stray lock of hair behind his ear, the neat bun it was previously in having turned into a scruffy ponytail from the events of the day.

you applied the last bit of glittery eyeshadow onto your eyelid, taking a step back from the mirror and taking a good look at yourself. yes, you thought to yourself, this will strike a chord. your mind with memories that you and jack shared as you adjusted the silk robe on your body, making sure to reveal just enough cleavage.

with a final deep breath, you walk into the conjoined bedroom, speaking to get jack’s attention. “how was work, honey?” he groaned. “you wouldn’t believe how much i missed you today. i thi-” he finally looked at you, eyes widening like saucers. you leaned against the bathroom door frame, your legs adorned in the thigh-high tights that brought jack back to the start of your relationship. his eyes travelled upwards, taking in your body in the robe that left little to the imagination, your dazzling eye makeup and styled hair.

you dimmed the lights a little, making the body shimmer you applied earlier much more noticeable. he grinned from ear to ear like a child on christmas, beckoning you over with his finger. when you were close enough, he took you by your waist, pulling you onto his lap and stuffing his face into your semi-exposed chest. “well what do we have here..?” he muttered, hands trailing from your waist to your hips and back again.

you giggled, your hands travelling to his hair and taking out the elastic that kept his brown waves together. “your favourite girl is back, honey…” and indeed you were. the second he saw you, he mind darted back to the day he first met you. you were a dancer at the stripclub he visited frequently. you had dropped out of the college and you picked any job you could get to get by. 

from the jump, you’d been his favourite stripper. you had a burning spirit, one that he’d never seen in any other girl. your conspicuous makeup and careless soul made you stand out like the sun in a pool of normal stars. he knew he had to have you. but you were hard to get. no matter how many flowers he left at your doorstep or extra tips he gave you after a private show, your stone cold demeanor couldn’t be penetrated by him.

until the fateful night he took you to the best hotel in the nation and claimed you as his own, fucking you into the rose petal decorated mattress and letting the whole city know that you were all his. after a stunt like that, how could you reject his proposal? 

he pulled his head away from your chest, staring up at you with a drunken-gaze. “you look just a good as you did all those years ago, baby. even better, actually…” you smiled, climbing off of his lap and pulling off the thin ribbon that had been keeping the robe together. the fabric fell back onto the mattress and you sat in front of him, your perfect tits exposed to him at last. his mouth gaped open, a stream of saliva threatening to pour from his lips.

you dropped your voice to a sultry octave, pushing him back on the headboard slightly and sitting in front of him, legs spread. “i wanna be all yours again…” you slowly began to trail a hand down your body, stopping a few inches away from your crotch. “...just like old times.” jack’s chest heaved up and down as he panted heavily. “just like old times, huh?” he reached to the bedside table, picking up his wallet and pulling out a wad of $100 bills. “then show me what you can do, baby.”

as he gave you the cue to start, you reached both your hands to where the tights covered your pussy, tearing the fabric opening and revealing your dripping core to him. you bit your liip as the cold air hit your pussy, your clit throbbing as it begged to be touched. you met his gaze, voice shaking with desperation. “c-can i..?” he nodded frantically, his hand greedily rubbing his bulge through his pants.

you spread your legs further apart, starting to work on your clit as breathless moans slipped from your lips. your thumb rubbed messy circles onto your hard pearl as you dipped on finger in, then two. you tossed your head back, hips rolling into your touch in a pathetic attempt to earn more pleasure. jack nodded, hypnotized by the lewd sight in front of him. “y-yeah, just like that, baby…” he mindlessly took two bills and reached forward to slip them into the waistband of your tights.

he hastily unbuckled his belt, letting it fall to the ground as he cock pulsed, begging to be released. he whipped out his rod, a load of cum already leaking out from the tip and oozing down his balls. he swallowed a low groan, wrapping a shaky hand around his girth and bucking his hips into it slowly.

he hissed as his core began to bubble with desire, his tip sore and swollen from being deprived of touch for so long. his eyes were glued to you, nearly busting his load as he watched you touch yourself, your tits bouncing from the quick movement of your wrist. your body began to tremble as you curled your fingers and hit yourself right in the cervix, the air being snatched out of your lungs.

he jerked himself off, loud enough for you to hear the sound of his skin slapping against his hand. he spoke breathlessly, desperately trying to keep himself together. “c’mere, baby… i-i wanna feel you on me when you cum…” you pulled your fingers out of yourself for just a moment as you crawled onto his lap.

he hungrily connected his lips with yours without letting a second pass, replaced your fingers with his and rapidly pumping them into you. you whimpered, wrapping your arms around him for stability. he fed his moans into your mouth, his hair falling into his face as his body began to twitch.

with his thumb rubbing your clit and three of his fingers fucking you, it was only a matter of time before the band in your stomach snapped. you screamed out, the sound muffled by his lips as your cum began to drip down his palm. he slipped himself into your mouth, your tongues fighting a silent battle as he used his cum-covered hand and touched himself with it. 

finally, he let the flood gates break open. he groaned deeply, biting your lip softly as he shot molten hot ropes of magma onto your body, his supply seeming neverending as it just kept coming. you panted like a starved dog, bringing your mouth to his cock and accepting the facial with a beaming smile on your face. you swallowed a good amount of it, making your insides feeling all warm and fuzzy.

his chest rose and fell rapidly as he struggled to regain his composure. you came up to kiss him on the lips once again, the taste of you reviving him like a drop of water from the most precious fountain. after countless minutes he pulled away, pupils dilated with lust. “i’m taking the day off tomorrow. d-does that make you happy, angel?” he struggled to get the words out, but your content nod make a weak little grin spread on his face.

you twirled a lock of his hair around your finger. “does that mean we can go shopping tomorrow?” he nodded, still panting as he sunk into the mattress and held you close to him. “yeah, whatever you want, baby.”

author's note: i'm hoping to learn how to make my fics shorter bc 2k words for a oneshot is ridiculous 😭

[butch-with-a-deep-voice]

That closest of soft loving intimate sex. That kind where you constantly press into eachother, wrap around one another. Forming as much skin-to-skin contact as humanly possible because something deep to your core needs to connect with them.

Where the only words that come out of either of your mouths are affirmations of how much you adore one another. Between each deep ecstacy-inducing motion, relasing the most blissful sounds. When you aren't talking or vocalizing, you can't help but kiss them all over because something within you hungers, it knows you need to connect with them.

Finding yourself so grounded in your body in a way you can't usually access. Every sensation in your body a lightshow of pleasure to your nervous system. Where your fingers explore their body like a blind master scultpor explores new clay. You take in every tiny touch because your body aches, it yearns, it needs to connect with them.

Where the climax of either party won't even matter. You both could end the night without a single crescendo, and yet you are both still left with the biggest smile. Beaming at eachother, letting out small bouts of laughter, sometimes even joyous tears. Because intimacy like this bares a part of your soul to them, and theirs to you, urging to fulfill that need to connect with them.

You need to connect with them.

[reidluv3]

My BAU family . Our BAU family , they are all we need .

@emilys-bangs @hoe4hotchner @catssluvr

[agirlinteruppted]

why is school such a pain in the butt