#LOOP 1987

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

PUTTING UK PUNTERS IN A TRANCE WITH THEIR FREAK SCENE SOUND FOR THE '80s.

PIC(S) INFO: Mega spotlight on rare assorted shots of English space/ psychedelic/drone/noise rock band LOOP, on tour in the UK, c. late 1987-early 1988. 📸: James Finch.

Source: www.picuki.com/media/3533971798825017941.

[ilovebeingaturtle]

I’m so upset I’ve gone so long without having this extended scene in my life

[evilrobot-bill]

Made a new header but it cuts David off... here's the full gif!

[britt-kageryuu]

Jewelry on the TMNT, 🐢💎

I know it's already a thing people do, but I keep thinking over the idea.

Like having charms or earrings on their bandanas, is a common one.

Cuffs or bands, though I keep thinking more along the lines of Tail cuffs/bands.

Necklaces or Bracelets, but very elaborately designed.

Maybe 'Delicate' chains, with charms representing family and friends.

I don't know about piercings, but if that's your style.

Though the colors of the jewelry also can have quite an effect, and I can't fully wrap my mind around which would look better.

Have fun with these ideas!!

[cup-half-full-of-anxiety]

Watching Him

Warnings: 18+, smut, pure smut, fingering, slight praise kink, slight choking kink, begging, no use of Y/N, I think that’s it.

Summary: Eddie is getting ready for work but you don't wanna see him go.

Eddie x Original Female Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

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“I know you were right. Believing for so long”

Eddie's voice gently pulled you from sleep, his melodic tones echoing off the bathroom walls as he imagined himself performing a solo concert. With no need to rush from bed, you nestled deeper into your sheets, basking in the beautiful serenade of your husband.

“Away from these long, lonely nights I'm reaching for you, are you feeling it too Does the feeling seem oh so right And what would you say if I called on you now”

You had always believed Eddie had what it took to make it big, but when he came to you a few years ago, his heart on his sleeve and tears in his eyes as he admitted he couldn't do it anymore, you comforted him. He traded in his rockstar dream for the life of a business owner, and the sacrifice paid off. Now, Eddie owned one of the most popular record shops in Chicago.

He still played local shows occasionally, but he was content selling records and being his own boss. It may not have been the future that 19-year-old Eddie dreamed of, but he couldn’t have asked for anything more beautiful. Coming home to his gorgeous, smart, and sexy wife every night was the best part.

The sound of the shower shutting off made you shift in bed. Still naked from the night before, you lay on your stomach, the blanket draped just above your waist. Turning your head toward the bathroom door, you waited for Eddie to emerge, eager to see your stunning husband. Nearly ten years together, and you still got butterflies in your belly when you saw him naked. He always took your breath away, and you prayed that feeling never changed.

Eddie continued humming the Air Supply song as he exited the bathroom, the steam from the hot shower adding a dramatic flair to his entrance.

Your eyes silently followed him around the room. He scrubbed his wet hair with a blue bath towel as he walked to the closet. Leaning over, his perfectly toned backside was on display. He twisted his long hair into the towel before standing up straight to sift through his clothes.

As you both got older, Eddie had become more meticulous about his appearance. Not that he didn't care before, but now he put in noticeable effort. After a moment of consideration, he pulled out a couple of shirts, finally settling on an old tour tee from Dio's 1987 Dream Evil Tour, a green long-sleeved plaid shirt, a pair of blue jeans with a few worn rips, and a belt. He then made his way to the chest of drawers where his jewelry and cologne were neatly arranged beneath a mirror that was littered with photos from over the years.

You watched from your spot as he dressed. Boxers first, then jeans, a shirt tucked in, belt through the loops, and a plaid shirt tied around his waist. It wasn't until Eddie began sliding on his rings that you finally spoke.

"You're so beautiful."

Eddie's eyes snapped to yours in the mirror, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Have you been watching me this whole time?" he asked, turning to face you, leaning against the drawers.

You smiled and began to sing, "I'm all out of love. I'm so lost without you."

Eddie threw his head back in laughter, and you laughed with him, burying your face in the pillow to muffle the sound. The scent of Eddie surrounded you, you lingered in it for a moment, inhaling deeply. Then you felt the bed dip on Eddie's side. As you turned to face him, his lips brushed your shoulder, sending goosebumps cascading across your skin.

“I wish you didn’t have to work today,” you spoke softly. Eddie's lips lingered on your skin, planting a trail of kisses as his breath warmed your neck. “I know, baby,” he whispered between kisses, “but I’m down two employees,” kiss “and that new Alanis Morissette album releases today,” kiss “so we’re gonna be slammed.” His fingers slid through your hair, pulling it gently away from your face so he could capture your lips with his.

You pouted as he pulled back. “But do you have to leave so early?” you asked, turning over. The sheet slipped, barely covering your chest, but your pert nipples were unmistakably visible through the thin fabric. As you stretched, the sheet fell farther, revealing your breasts fully. “Isn’t there anyone else who can open the store?” you pleaded.

Eddie smirked, reaching for your breast. You gasped as his warm, calloused fingertips teased your nipple, giving it a playful pinch.

“Didn’t get enough last night?” he cooed. Your hand trailed down your body, but before it reached the valley between your breasts, Eddie caught it, pinning it above your head on the pillow.

“No, no, sweet girl. I can’t have you doing my job for me,” he tsked, his other hand continuing the journey down your body. His fingertips teased your skin, and your free hand began to move toward your center, but Eddie gave another warning tsk, and you clutched the sheets, anticipation building.

His fingers traced lazy circles around your belly button before skimming the soft flesh of your pelvis. He lingered briefly over the small patch of hair that hinted at your most intimate heat. Your hips lifted, trying to guide him to where you craved his touch most, but Eddie resisted, teasing you with his restraint. Instead, his hand found its way back to your breast, squeezing your nipple until it stood painfully erect. His lips soon followed, closing around the hardened bud and sending waves of pleasure through your body.

Next to the sensitive pearl of nerves at the apex of your thighs, your breasts were incredibly responsive. Eddie knew exactly how to drive you wild, having brought you to the brink with just his mouth before. When his teeth grazed your nipple, you couldn't help but arch into him, desperate for more. His mouth moved to your other breast, while his hand trailed over your collarbone, wrapping around your throat with a possessive squeeze. Leaning up, he captured your lips in a filthy, demanding kiss, his hunger palpable.

As he pulled away, his hand slid up your neck, his middle and ring fingers resting against your lips. You parted them eagerly, your tongue curling around his fingers as he pushed them into your mouth. You sucked them slowly, your eyes locked on his, feeling the electric connection between you intensify. When he withdrew his fingers, he didn't hesitate. In an instant, his hand moved to your pulsing clit, and the sudden, intense pleasure made you gasp.

Eddie's fingers moved with expert precision, circling and pressing against your most sensitive spot. Your body writhed beneath him, every nerve ending alight with desire. His mouth returned to your breast, his teeth grazing your nipple as his fingers worked your clit relentlessly. You could feel the tension building inside you, a tight coil ready to snap.

"Beg for it," he demanded against your skin, his voice a low, seductive growl.

"Please, Eddie," you gasped, your voice trembling with need. "I need you."

A wicked smile curved his lips as he increased the pressure, pushing you closer to the edge. "That's my girl," he whispered before claiming your mouth in another searing kiss.

Desperation clawed at you as Eddie's fingers worked you with unrelenting precision. Your hips bucked wildly, seeking more of his touch. Your grip on the sheets released and you instinctively grabbed hold of his arm, your nails digging into his flesh. It was your only anchor in the sea of pleasure he was drowning you in. Your hips bucked against his hand, desperate for more, for everything. His muscles flexed under your grip.

"Eddie, please," you whimpered, your voice raw with longing. "I can't…I need you…"

His eyes darkened with want as he watched you unravel beneath him. "You want it that bad?" he taunted, his fingers never slowing their torment.

"Hold on tight," he commanded, his voice husky and full of promise. He didn't ease up, his fingers relentless in their assault on your clit. Your grip on his arm tightened, your knuckles whitened as you tried to stay grounded. The coil inside you tightened further, your body tensing as you teetered on the brink.

Your body arched into him, your moans swallowed by his kiss. Eddie pulled back slightly, his breath hot against your lips as he watched you with dark, intense eyes. "You look so beautiful when you're desperate for me," he murmured, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

"Do you like this?" he asked, his thumb pressing harder against your clit as his fingers slid inside you, curling to hit that perfect spot. "Do you like being at my mercy?"

"Yes," you breathed, your voice barely more than a whisper. "I love it."

His fingers quickened their pace, the pressure against your clit building to an almost unbearable intensity. "Eddie, please," you begged again, your voice breaking. "I need to come."

His smirk widened as he dipped his head to take your nipple back into his mouth, his teeth scraping against the sensitive skin. The dual sensations were almost too much to bear. "Come for me, baby," he commanded, his voice muffled against your breast.

With a final, skilled flick of his fingers, Eddie sent you tumbling over the edge. A wave of ecstasy crashed over you, your body convulsing with pleasure. Your cries filled the room as he continued to work you through your orgasm, drawing out every last bit of bliss. You clung to his arm, your nails leaving crescent-shaped marks on his skin.

As you came down from the high, your body trembling and spent, Eddie leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. "That's my good girl," he praised.

"You did so well for me."

He slowly withdrew his hand, his fingers glistening with your release. He brought them to his lips, his eyes never leaving yours as he tasted you, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. You were breathless, your body still buzzing from the intensity of your climax.

"Mmm delicious," he moaned, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to your lips, sharing the taste of your desire. You moaned softly, your body still trembling in the aftermath.

You basked in the afterglow, your body sated yet still craving him. As your breathing steadied, he began to pull away. You reached for him, your hand finding the knot in the shirt around his waist. "Eddie," you whispered, your voice still breathless. "Let me…"

But Eddie caught your wrist, his grip firm but gentle. "Not right now," he said, shaking his head with a teasing glint in his eyes. His tone was commanding yet tender. "You've had some fun. Now, you wait."

"But, Eddie…" you protested weakly, your voice still heavy with lust. "I want to make you fee—" but Eddie silenced you with a lingering kiss, his tongue teasing yours. "I'll be back later," he promised, his voice a low, seductive purr.

A deep pout pulled at your lips.

He chuckled softly, his hand on your chin, his thumb pulling at that protruding lower lip. "Patience, Love," he murmured, his eyes locked on that lip as his thumb ran across it. You could almost see what he had planned for that mouth playing out behind his eyes. “And then, when I get home, I'll give you everything you want. But for now, you'll stay needy."

Your heart sank with disappointment, but the promise in his eyes stirred something deep within you. "But I'll be thinking about you all day," you whined, your voice a mix of longing and frustration.

"Good," Eddie replied, his tone wicked. "I want you to think about me. Think about what I'll do to you when I get home."

His words sent a fresh wave of heat through your body, reigniting the embers of your desire. He kissed you again, deeper this time, leaving you breathless and aching for more. When he finally pulled away, he stood up, adjusted his clothes, and looked down at you with a mischievous smile.

As he turned to walk back into the bathroom to wash his hands, he held your gaze. He brought his hand that had just been in you back up. "I shouldn’t be washing this off," he grinned, inhaling deeply, savoring the scent of you on his skin. "Should save it for a snack on my drive in."

You bit your lip, the thought of him savoring your taste even after he left making your need for him even more acute.

He finished getting ready, and you watched him, your body still tingling from his touch, feeling the emptiness where his warmth had been. He knelt on the bed one more time, a knowing smile on his lips.

"Don't touch yourself while I'm gone," he whispered against your lips, his voice soft but commanding. "Save it all for me."

Your breath hitched at his tone, and you nodded obediently, the promise of more to come later making your heart race. He pressed one last kiss to your forehead.

"Be a good girl for me," he whispered, his lips brushing your ear.

With that, he left, the door closing behind him with a soft click. You lay there, your body still tingling from his touch, every nerve ending alive with anticipation.

You lay back on the bed, your mind replaying every touch, every kiss, every command.

Tonight, when he came home, you would be ready for him. You could already picture it: yourself on your knees by the door, wearing nothing but lacy panties and a pair of black heels, your body trembling with longing. The anticipation would make the pleasure he had in store for you all the more intense. Every second of waiting built the fire inside you to an unbearable height. You smiled, already counting the hours until he would be back, ready to fulfill every desire he had stirred within you. The thought of his reaction, the way his eyes would darken with lust when he saw you waiting, sent a shiver down your spine.

You spent the day in a haze of anticipation, every minute stretching endlessly. But as evening approached, you prepared yourself, slipping into the delicate lace, stepping into the heel, and taking your place by the door. The minutes ticked by, each one bringing you closer to the moment he would walk through that door and claim you again. And when he did, you knew the pleasure would be worth every second of the wait.

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Hope you enjoyed!!

[toskarin]

I'm definitely out of the loop here but how does Toriyama's death relate to the manga industry? I don't doubt it's a shitshow, but surely he would've been treated better than your average mangaka because he's. Y'know, Akira Toriyama.

that's unfortunately not the state of things

there is a long-established pattern of everyone from low-level assistants to industry titans being worked to death in the manga industry. some mangaka have been known to sleep for single digit hours over the course of a full week to meet deadlines, working every single waking moment that they aren't eating or in tied up in meetings

many drink, smoke, and heavily abuse caffeine (or other stimulants) to meet these deadlines, working at these inhumane levels until they eventually can't do so anymore, at which point they die from exhaustion. usually strokes and heart attacks, sometimes suicide

miura kentarou was one of the most respected and beloved mangaka to ever live, creating Berserk, a nearly 40 year old work that is beloved to this day. miura died from an aortic dissection at 54, his death becoming a symbol of the karoshi problem in all levels of the manga industry

toriyama akira died from acute subdural hematoma at 68. while we don't know the exact details, that's absolutely the sort of thing that's made much worse by being in a line of work that greatly encourages extreme risk factors for a hemorrhage occurring after a fall

(interview circa 1987)

toriyama wasn't a drinker, but he was a heavy smoker and a very busy man for a very long time. regardless of whether this was directly caused directly by his work, it was made worse by it

[spidercookie18]

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝑹𝒖𝒏 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑪𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝑯𝒊𝒅𝒆

The Lost Boys 1987 AU set in modern time. None of the boys died, and all the Emersons/Star/Laddie/Frog brothers are vampires. This is explained later…

Tags: Mild blood, swearing, general violence, mentions of harassment Warnings: mild fatphobia- paul is just giving dwayne shit to mess with him Summary: Y/N prepares for their hunt while David and the boys mess with each other Word Count: 6k Previous chapter here: Next chapter here:

“No one should suffer what I suffered. I still dread those scenes when man killed man. I lost my parents, most of my family, by running away.” — Milkha Singh

Chapter Eight

You stared down at the phone. The blue light illuminating your face in the dark room.

Paul was backed up behind the couch in a low crouching stance, holding up his boot, ready to toss it. The poor thing was dripping wet and half naked. You could take a wild guess and say by the way ­­­­­­Marko and Dwayne were trying to corral him with towels that it was his bath night.

Their antics made you smile, and you continued to stare down at the photo a little longer. The warmth and happiness the image brought you slowly faded as you realized you were not with the boys, but all on your own in that house.

Looking around the empty room, you noticed how quiet it was. Your belongings laid in their rightful place; untouched since the last time David had moved them. The rental was full of your belongings, for all intents and purposes it was your ‘home’. But it didn’t feel like home right now.

Right now, it felt like a tomb of your mementos. Your mind wandered to the boxes the boys had hidden in their nooks. The things they kept from when they were humans… how you had been doing the same for years.

You sighed. As loud and annoying as they were, you missed the company of the boys.

You threw yourself against the bed in a huff, there was an ache in the pit of your stomach that you had forgotten.

Loneliness.

For years, you had yourself for company and you were fine with that. But in a few weeks these boys managed to turn your world upside down.

You sat up. Trying to shake off the itch of not wanting to be by yourself.

Gotta get out of my own head. You left your phone on the bed and walked out of your room to the washer on the other side of the house.

First things first, gotta get the scent off.

The clothes bunched up at your feet as you pushed them down. You slid your legs out from the loops of your bottoms and bent to pop them in the washer to get clean. You started the load and ran your naked butt back to your room to wash off as much vampire scent from your body as you could.

The lights were off, and the blinds were shut, so you didn’t worry about anyone seeing you skittering about in the dark.

As you stepped into the shower, the chill of the plastic tub beneath you made you shiver. You grasped the old knob of the shower and turned on the warm water.

The calmness of the water started to overtake you. The droplets ran down your back and legs, soaking your hair and making it stick to your neck. You placed your hands on the wall under the showerhead and let the water fall on your face. You focused on the sound of the running water, and the feeling of the droplets trail down your skin; anything you could do to try and not think of the boys.

You grunted; turning the water to as cold as you could get it.

Those idiots, you tried puting your mind at ease, but it kept wandering to what they were doing. They’re probably biting each other or something. You hung your head and let the wet hair fall down, around your face.

Little did you know, that three of the vampires in the picture were nipping and grooming each other. David on the other hand… he sat at the bottom of Monterey Bay, pissy as ever.

You started scrubbing your body with the pink mesh cloth you kept by the shampoo. It burned to scrape your flesh so hard, the sting was only eased by the sheer cold of the water. The skin on your arms and legs was bright red by the time you were done with your wash. Grabbing the towel from the rack nearest you, you wrapped it around your body and wrapped another one around your hair.

You walked back into the bedroom and stared at the phone on your bed.

No New Messages.

The sight saddened you.

That David had not responded.

He was probably busy wrangling his brothers, not that you knew what they were up to in the cave.

The bed creaked softly as you sat back down on it. You listened to the soft hum of the washing machine as it ran. The machine sat on the other side of the wall from your bathroom, and you stared at the space it would have been. You shifted your weight on the mattress and stayed staring at the wall, your mind an absent mess. Everything was so loud that it was almost easy to tune out the images before you.

The vampires you’d grown accustomed to. Their goofy smiles, the smell of their leather and the motor oil. How they teased each other, and you.

The thoughts raced around in your skull, like they were seeing which could get your attention first. The more you tried to ignore them, the louder they grew.

You sighed. The soft hum continued, while you gently thumbed at the phone in your hands. The pad of your digit gliding over the shiny black screen as you turned your attention from the bathroom wall to the rest of the house.

In your mind you pictured David. How he must’ve looked scampering through your belongings. His black coat flapping as he ran from one side of the house to the other.

You chuckled.

“Idiot,” you smirked.

The image of him in your mind was so clear that it almost felt like he was in the room with you.

Staring at the spot on the floor where he sat with you, you recalled breaking down in front of him. It felt sickly to recall that. How easily you cried in front of him. It made your stomach queasy thinking about it. You hated that he got to you so fast. So easily and so simply; you didn’t even know when he did it, but he made you trust him. And you hated how you fell into his arms. Grasping at him for safety as you wept… and how much you trusted him. The life you have lived, or unlived… the semantics were meaningless at this point. What did have meaning was being with them. Could you really allow yourself to fall further into your own emotions with these boys. These… vampires. Did it even matter anymore? What’s one more mistake on top of a life of regret. On top a life of loneliness and misery, can you look past the pain and hurt to make a new life? Did you even want to try…

You inhaled a long, calming breath- but as the air settled into your lungs you realized there was something off about the scent.

David.­

“Oh, no.” You stood up and stared at the bed and bedding in horror.

You forgot he was intent on scenting not just you, but the house too. You gathered up the sheets in your arms and walked them over to the washer. Tired eyes looked around the space. Trying to see if there was anything else that had David’s scent on it.

You sniffed the air, “oh…fuck me.” That’s right, he touched everything.

“Craaaaap.”

You growled at the thought of having to sterilize everything you own. 

Stomping back to your bedroom, you opened the closet and picked clothes that smelled the least like ‘privacy invader vampire boyfriend’. You walked through the house opening the windows and the doors. “Gotta vent this stupid house out now,” you mumbled to yourself. It was going to beeasier than trying to wash everything, and you weren’t too keen on having to wipe every single item down.

The screen doors were left locked, while every other door and window was open. You sat in the stripped bed and opened up your laptop. You were already annoyed with David, but there was nothing more you could do to make the house vent faster, so you decided to keep busy.

Gotta get ready for this hunt.

You researched the councilman and prepped for tracking this fucker down.

David let you know a bit about the ‘prey’ that the client hadn’t told you, and it would make finding him a lot easier. You were grateful to David for that.

The clacking of the keys was interrupted by twitching ears that picked up the sound of someone on your porch.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.

Nooooo not now.

You knew exactly who it was, and still you wished you could will him away. You were in no mood to deal with ‘nosey neighbor number one’.

Maybe if I ignore him, he’ll leave.

“Heeey, Y/N.” Nick’s voice was like nails on a chalkboard. You didn’t like dealing with him on normal circumstances, but the vampire blood in your vial calling for your new mate, and your mate only, made you more irritated with Nick than normal.

You sat on your bed, knowing that the door to your room was not a straight shot to the front door. You knew he couldn’t see you, but you also knew he wouldn’t leave until he got to speak with you.

“Hellooooo?” He knocked again, louder this time…

“Just a second, Nick,” you tried to keep the annoyance in your voice at bay.

You placed the laptop on the bed next to you and straightened your clothes and tried to mentally prepare for this confrontation.

“Hey Y/N, what happened? D’You burn something?” Nick tried to joke. You stared at him, not smiling. Blinking plainly. He shifted his stance from one leg to the other, gesturing at the open windows. His half-hearted smile trying to break the tension.

“Oh, no I’m just,” thinking for a second, you realized you shouldn’t tell him you were trying to get David’s scent out of the house. “I’m just letting in some fresh air, it’s such a nice night anyways,” you rubbed the back of your neck. Anxious to get rid of him.

“Ah, I see.” Nick’s eyes trailed down your body. You were used to it. He hardly tried to hide his interest in you. The blood in your vial was putting you on edge. Some primal form of rage began clawing at the back of your throat. Not my mate, you felt the thought seep into your mind, and you pushed it down as far as you could. Your face twinged as you tried to refocus, and your heart started pounding with anger.

“Did you need something Nick?” Your voice interrupted his gazing.

Bump-bump

“Oh, right. Yeah, I saw that the guy with the bike dropped you off,”

“David,” you sternly corrected him. Your eyes instinctively narrowing at his disregard.

“Sure. He didn’t look too happy when he left, is everything okay between you two?” This nosey neighbor was getting on your last nerve. The smile he was hiding under his impatience was pushing you further to the edge.

You could feel how hard the throbbing was under your skin. Bump-Bump

Your teeth gritted a bit, “well, not that it’s any of your business. But we’re…taking a break right now.”

BUMP-BUMP

He lit up. “Oh, well I’m sorry to hear that.” He fiddled with his fingers, then he put one hand on the frame of the door- near the spot where David had splintered it. “In that case, would you be interested in goi-“

“Let me stop you there Nick.” You could feel your blood boiling. Your fingertips bit into your palm, and you could feel the bile in your throat as you spoke. “You Are Going To Go Back To Your House. AND STAY THERE.”

Nick’s eyes glossed over.

His jaw became slack, and he swayed ever so slightly.

“Don’t Come Back. In fact, don’t talk to me again. EVER.” You opened your palm and started counting off a list of things he was to do. “Don’t talk to me, don’t get my mail, don’t even look at me. In fact, if I’m outside, You’re Going To Go Inside And Not Bother Me. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?” Your voice came from the depths of your stomach, and the carry it had was frightening.

Nick nodded lazily and retracted his hand from the screen door.

He slowly turned around to leave, his feet dragging as he walked. You watched his slumped over form walk down the sidewalk and up to his porch. You saw as he fumbled for his key in his pocket and you turned to walk inside, not wanting to watch his glazed over attempt to get inside his house.

“Fucking guy,” you grumbled under your breath. You walked back to the bedroom and picked up your laptop, setting it gently on your lap, and opening it up to work on the werewolf profile.

Social media was probably your biggest ally for finding out about people. Who they were, how long they’d been in a certain place. Your targets ended up doing the bulk of your work for you. Thinking of this brought a soft, morbid smile to your face.

From what you gathered; the wolf has been on city council for only a few years. But before that he ran a county wide kids’ charity. There were plenty of pictures on the internet of him at foster homes and orphanages.

David’s words gnawed at the back of your skull. The thought of this large creature embedding himself in these kinds of places made you shudder. “What a creep,” you set the laptop down and walked over to the dresser where you had a notepad and a pen.

It was easy enough to find out about him through his social media pages; and that also gave you his favorite hangout spots. Along with where he would be tomorrow to open up a new park in the next town over. You’d be able to tail him so long as you kept your distance and stayed downwind. Didn’t want him smelling the boys on you till the scent had fully cleared up. But you’d at least see what kind of bodyguards he kept nearby- you only knew what to look out for thanks to the boys.

The pen scratched on the paper as you wrote down the time and address. You grabbed your phone to snap a picture, better to have two copies of everything, you thought. “Better safe than sorry,” you chuckled to yourself. You opened your gallery and made sure the image was clear, but when you tried to zoom in on the details the image swiped. It was the picture of you and David.

You felt your heart drop. It was like a hand had wrapped itself around the beating organ and squeezed with all its might. You gulped. Those beautiful blue eyes, and his soft and scratchy beard. This was going to be a tough few days. You still couldn’t believe they had gotten to you that soon. That David had gotten to you that soon. It seemed that the walls you had spent so long building up were easily coming down.

The sound of beeping caught your attention. “Guess laundry’s done,” talking to yourself was a bad habit you picked up a long while back. It was a way to keep from going insane from the solitude.

You shook your head, trying not to chastise yourself for speaking to yourself. It was fine enough to do it, this kind of ‘self-soothing technique’; especially now that you were by yourself again.

“It’s not a forever thing,” you reminded yourself as you got up from the desk and walked to the small laundry room. Your mind wandered again to what the boys were doing as you pulled the wet clothes from the washer. “Maybe they’re still trying to corral Paul,” you chuckled, pulling the lid of the dryer open and tossing the clothes inside with a slosh.

There was a calmness to the sea that night. A sense of serenity that let David’s mind truly find peace.

It was rare that he found a moment to himself. Always looking after his brothers, or helping the Emerson’s find their ‘sea legs’. He was always needed somewhere.

Somewhere, some place, on most nights he was needed to take care of mundane and idiodic problems that for some reason only he could solve.

Poor David could never relax. Never have a simple second to himself to breathe. He always needed to worry about others. If he wasn’t already dead, it would be killing him.

With his arms clutched around his knees, he turned his head upwards and watched the last of the air bubbles in his lungs gently float up towards the sky.

Three of the lost boys were left in the cave to entertain themselves while their new hyperfixation, Y/N, and their eldest brother, David, were out and about for the time being. Dwayne, and Marko had managed to re-wrangle Paul after he narrowly escaped them in the first place and were now sat in a circle brushing each other’s hair.

“You need to be gentle with me, Markoooo.” Paul griped. He was sat between Markos legs on the floor and half turned his head to tease him.

“Alright, alright, I said I was sorry for pulling on your knots, I didn’t mean to do it.” Marko rolled his eyes. He had accidently pulled Paul’s hair when he was brushing it earlier, and Paul, ever lovable Paul, screeched and flew out of his grasp. Marko and Dwayne rushed to grab him and finish brushing out his wild hair before it dried in matts.

“I’m delicate,” Paul snapped his head side to side with an attitude.

“I know,” Marko smiled. He knew Paul was only being silly, but he still felt bad about pulling his hair. He gently worked his fingers through the knots and brushed them out. Marko leaned forward a little and kissed the back of Paul’s neck. “How’s this; better?”

“Mhm,” Paul nodded happily and hummed to himself.

Marko’s worried face gently eased, and his furrowed brows came down with a sigh. The brush made a soft hissing noise as the plastic bristles pulled through the long blond hair.

“Hey, don’t move away from me,” Dwayne teasingly pulled Marko’s hair from his scalp, and the blond leaned back into position.

“Sorry Dwayne,” the curly haired vampire bashfully replied. He would never admit it, but he liked when the brunet pulled his hair like that.

Dwayne was the only one Marko let brush his hair. Not just because he liked when Dwayne was a little rough with him, but because he was the only other brother who cared about the look and health of his hair.

Marko wiggled between Dwayne’s legs and recalled a conversation he had with his brothers a while back when he was having a particularly bad hair day.

His curls refused to work with him, and he couldn’t get a comb through the back of his hair to save his life. Marko was going to ask Paul for help combing out his hair but soon realized the vampire who was single-handedly responsible for the hole in the ozone was not the one to ask. Anybody who says, “the wind will style it for me,” was not the person he wanted help from. He walked around the main cavern and happened upon David and Michael. Michael was sat on the edge of David’s cot, and David sat between his legs away from him. He was letting Michael trim the ends of his mullet because the brunet said he was starting to look like, ‘Joe Dirt’. David begrudgingly agreed as long as Michael cut it to his preferred length so he would stop nagging him about it. Marko sheepishly asked and Michael agreed to brush his hair after he was done with David’s. The cocky platinum blond on the floor jokingly asked his brother why he, “didn’t just use a 2-in-1 shampoo,” like he and Michael did because their hair never gave them troubles. Comb clutched in his hand Marko turned on his heels and went to wait for Dwayne to come back from playing with Laddie. I’d wait a year if it meant Dwayne brushed my hair and not those… barbarians. Marko grimaced to himself as he waited in Dwayne’s room.

“Stop squirming so much,” Dwayne chided.

“Sorry, it just tickles,” Marko gave a surly look back to Dwayne.

The brunet scoffed and grabbed the sides of his brother’s head. He firmly turned it so he would be looking forward.

“Ow,” Dwayne said loudly.

“Sorry,” Paul bit his lip in concentration. His nose was scrunched up in focus as he tried brushing Dwayne’s hair out. “Just focus Paulie,” he mumbled to himself. Desperately trying to concentrate on the task at hand, and not on how badly he wanted to get back to playing games on his phone.

Dwayne grumbled under his breath. He hated when Paul brushed his hair. He was always too focused on something else to be gentle. Too bad David isn’t here, Dwayne thought to himself. When the boys groomed each other, it was usually Dwayne brushing Marko’s hair, Marko brushing Paul’s hair, Paul brushing David’s hair, and David brushing Dwayne’s hair.

David did not care about how much effort Paul put in to brushing his hair, mostly because of how short it usually was. The other reason grooming was not a particularly important bonding exercise for David, was because he always said, “the real bonding takes place without clothes,” and he would laugh. Any one of the boys could brush his hair if they asked, or he would do it; it made no difference to him. Dwayne almost envied him for that fact, but he loved his hair for all the trouble it was.

There was a grating sound of the bristles getting caught on a tangle. A loud hiss that brought him back to reality as his hair dramatically yanked downwards.

“Ooouuch,” Dwayne gritted his teeth. He’d stopped brushing Marko’s hair and turned around to reprimand Paul. “Do that again and I’m going to bite the crap out of you.” He gave a stern look to Paul, who either, didn’t care, or wasn’t taking him seriously.

“Okay, okay, geez”. Paul huffed.

Too bad I’m such a nice guy, Dwayne rolled his eyes as he turned back around. If I wasn’t so nice I’d yank his hair outta his head…. Not that he’d care what he looked like.

“As a matter of fact,” Paul snorted, “I DO care what I look like.” His head bounced as he accentuated his words. “I’m just not prissy about it, like you.”

“иди на хуй.” (“Fuck yourself.”)  

Paul leaned forward to stick his tongue out at Dwayne, and with the brush in his hand, he yanked down on the knot again.

Before Marko could tell Paul that was a bad idea, Dwayne had released the curly headed blond and begun his assault on the wild haired one. The two were on the floor wrestling in a cacophony of grunting and swear words. They struggled for control; fists flying and grappling to gain the upper hand.

“Я собираюсь надрать тебе задницу” (“I’m going to kick your ass!”)

“Ich würde gerne sehen, wie du es versuchst. Dicker Junge!” (“I’d love to see you try it. Fat boy!”)

“Не называй меня толстой!” (“Don’t call me fat!”) Dwayne jabbed at Paul’s ribcage.

“Dann hör auf, fett zu sein,” (“Then stop being fat,”) Paul was pulling Dwayne’s hair.

“Guys, knock it off,” Marko sat back on the floor watching them, his tired voice already knowing they wouldn’t listen to him.

Paul was on top of Dwayne, trying to keep him pinned on the ground. Dwayne’s long legs flailed under him as he tried to regain leverage.

“вы дерьмо.” (“You’re shit.”)

“Du bist der größere Scheiß.” (“You’re the bigger shit.”)

Paul leaned down to yell in Dwayne’s face.

“Yeah, that’s right Paul,” Dwayne chuckled darkly; he threw his head forward and a loud CLACK echoed through the cave as their skulls collided. “I AM bigger,”

“Scheißkerl!” (“Mother fucker!”)

Paul instinctively reached for his face. The dark, dead blood slowly trickling down his broken nose.

Dwayne wasted no time taking advantage of the situation. He wrapped his arms around Paul’s torso and pushed him over to the side. In a second he was sat atop Paul’s midsection.

“You broke my fucking nose!” Paul was shrieking.

“Serves you right, you brat!” Dwayne had his arms folded in distain. “You pulled my hair!” He huffed while his fingers rubbed at the sore section on his scalp.

“I pull your hair, so you break my nose?” Paul rolled around on the ground the best he could. Dwayne’s weight held him in place, but the blond still flopped from side to side.

“I told you I would hurt you.” Dwayne spoke smugly.

“You said you would bite him, not break his nose,” Marko spoke ‘matter of factly’.  He was still sitting on the sidelines watching them; but now he had pulled the length of his hair towards the front and was nonchalantly combing it out as he watched his brothers fight.

“Get your fat ass off of me!” Paul was still shrieking.

Dwayne leaned down, arms still folded, “no.” The taunting, smug, shit eating grin sat prominently on his face.

A high pitched screeching still rang from Paul while he flailed underneath Dwayne. “Get ooooofffff.”

“Paul, you’re being dramatic.” Marko rolled his eyes.

“It doesn’t even hurt that bad.” Dwayne leaned down to scoff in Paul’s face but was met with a loud SMACK. With his face still covered, Paul threw out a right hook and connected.

“блядь!” (“Fuck!”) Dwayne was clutching his face now. Both vampires held their hands cupped over their broken noses; blood streaming down from one onto the other.

“Man, David is not going to be happy with you two,” Marko chuckled. He was laid back up against the couch still combing his hair; snickering to himself thinking about what David’s reaction to his brothers would be when he returned. Marko was picking at the space in between the cushions and found half a joint. He was picking off the lint and hair and started poking at the other cushions trying to find a lighter. He looked at Dwayne and Paul, both covered in blood now. “Oh, hey Paul?” Marko called out, thinking of something.

“What?” Paul yelped out.

Marko now wore the same shit eating grin Dwayne had a second ago, tittering to himself while he lit the joint, “you’re gonna need another bath.”

Something’s happening. David thought to himself.

There was an itch at the back of his skull that was starting to grow.

He knew it wasn’t an emergency by the particular sensation; but the other lost boys were definitely causing problems back at the cave.

A gentle growl began to emanate from David’s chest. He was irritated. No way I’m going back this soon. He scrunched his nose; thinking about what they could be up to.

They’ll be fine alone for a few hours.

David imagined them causing trouble on the boardwalk, or fighting each other, or. . . they’d better not be touching my stuff. His growling grew louder.

A nearby school of fish, startled by the sudden possibility of a predator, swam anxiously away.

The thoughts of his brothers rifling through his personal belongings bothered him to no end. They had been known to “accidently” break items that cannot be replaced. His brothers have also moved things without telling him. But most of all, he hated when they started using his things without asking.

He grumbled quietly to himself. The odd image of this sulking vampire at the bottom of the ocean confused even the sea life around him.

A curious turtle swam up to David. Its meek little face and beak turning from side to side as it looked at him. Sensing the creature, David looked up at it. A mumbled, “what are you looking at,” left his throat as he angrily tried to shoo it away. The turtle paid no mind to his behavior, and swam even closer, now near his face. David tried to release more air from his lungs to scare the turtle away with a cloud of bubbles, but to his ever more annoyance, he’d relinquished all the oxygen in his body in replacement of salt water.

The vampire reached for some sand by his legs where he was seated and tossed it at the animal.

The turtle blinked, shook its head once, and swam away.

By the simple reaction, he almost felt bad for chasing it away. But when he wanted solitude, he wanted it from everyone and everything.

Alone again, David felt the irritation coursing through his veins. He felt that itch in the back of his head nagging him again as well. They’re up to something. He crinkled his nose.

David reached for his chest, trying to find solace in the pack of cigarettes he’d left in his jacket pocket. When the realization that he was under water hit him, he growled again.

That’s the pain in the ass about coming out here. He reminded himself.

Can’t fucking smoke under water. He inhaled some water and exhaled a long sigh.

Well, he began to stand, my cigarettes are at home…

While he wasn’t entirely recharged from his ‘late night stroll’, David had no desire to be away from his oral fixation and started to trudge home underwater.

He had been gone only a couple of hours, if that. But when David stood at the entrance to the cave, dripping wet and craving nicotine, the loud screaming and pummeling sounds would suggest that the cave had fallen into utter chaos.

“I told you I would hurt you.”

“You said you would bite him, not break his nose”

“Get your fat ass off of me!”

David started the walk down into the cave. He didn’t know whether to laugh at them or yell at them by the way they looked. He could entirely believe that this was the situation his instincts were warning him of, but even after a hundred years together their antics still surprised him.

Completely wrapped up in their own scenario, none of the boys heard David sloshing into the cavern.

“You’re gonna need another bath.”

“He’s right Paul,” David called out to them.

In an instant, all three were looking at him. Two black and blue, covered in dead blood, and the other getting stoned and brushing his hair. David chuckled at the sight of them. He walked over to where Dwayne and Paul were and stood looking down at them. “You’re gonna need a bath, Paul.”

Paul rolled his eyes, “what about him?” He pointed at Dwayne who still sat atop him. One hand accusing his brother, the other revealing the swollen, broken skin. “He broke my nose! What’s his punishment?”

David leaned down to Paul’s face, he whispered in a sing songy voice, “getting a bath is not a punishment Paulie.” David reached his hands out to either side of his brother’s face. His thumbs pressed against the crooked cartilage and in a swift crack Paul’s nose was set.

Paul flinched. His hand came up to feel the bridge of his nose. He blinked hard at the tender feeling, “t-thank’s David.”

David winked at Paul and turned his attention to Dwayne.

“Now,” he was gesturing with his fingers, “get off em.”

Dwayne had not taken his attention off of Paul since David set his nose. “Not until he apologizes,” a low snarl came from his throat.

“Apologizes for what?” David looked down at the pair.

“Rat bastard called me ‘fat’.” Dwayne hissed.

“You’re fucking heavy man,” Paul pushed at Dwayne’s hips, trying to shove him off to no avail.

“Dwaayne,” David called to him with mischief in his voice.

Dwayne looked up at David. The ungloved hands came to rest upon either side of Dwayne’s face; his thumbs gently pushing on the bent parts of his nose. Dwayne’s large brown eyes, puffy from the bruises, stared up at the icy blue ones in defiance. David chuckled, “you’re fuckin’ heavy, y’a know that?” SNAP. The cartilage came to rest in its rightful position.

Dwayne winced under David’s hands. The blue eyed vampire stared down at his brothers.

“See? All better now.” David smiled wolfishly at them.

“Now,” his hand grabbed Dwayne by the shoulder, “get the fuck off em’,” he threw him to the ground with a snarl.

The brunet slid across the ground with a grunt. Paul sheepishly sat up on his elbows as he looked over at his brothers.

David ignored them and continued over to his room. “you both need a bath. des putains d'imbéciles.” (“bloody fucking idiots.”)

“Your phones been buzzing all night man,” Marko called to him. The boys were used to David’s mood swings, and he helped Dwayne off his back.

The vampire leader huffed and picked the phone off the cot. He half hoped it was a text from you, desperately regretting your choice and asking to come back… but it wasn’t.

Just my fucking luck.

Missed call’s from Lucy and Max.

Holding his phone in his hand he turned to yell at the others, “why did no one answer?”

“Is that a trick question?”

“Yeah, you hate when we touch your stuff.”

“Plus, we were busy man.”

David scoffed, “yeah, real fuckin’ busy,” he clicked redial to Max’s missed call. He could hear his brothers in the other part of the cave talking about something entirely different from the fight before. They have the memory of goldfish, he thought to himself.

The dial tone hit David’s ear like a ton of bricks. He hated getting calls from the ‘adults’. They call a hundred times but the second you call them back they’ve gone on a vow of silence.

His finger scrolled through all the messages he��d received from Max and Lucy in the past hour. Something about the hounds knocking over their blood reserves and they needed the boys to restock for them ‘ASAP’.

David groaned. “I fucking HAATE running errands.” His voice bellowed through the cave and shook the stalactites. His brothers took no notice of this and continued their conversation. He typed some half-assed response about needing to wait for the next new moon and threw the phone on the cot.

Still dripping with sea water, David grabbed his keys and walked out into the cavern.

Paul, reacting like a dog hearing his owner grab the leash, perked up and asked if they were going for a ride.

“No Paul, I am going for a ride.”

Dwayne and Marko giggled at Paul’s dejected look and continued passing the near dead roach around.

David made it to the steps of the cave before turning back to the others. “Alright,” he started. No matter what was happening in the cave he never liked riding without the other vampires. “Come on, go get your shit,” he smiled at them. The rest of the boys lit up, eagerly running to get their riding gear and hit the road.

It didn’t matter if they washed now or later, they were going to be covered in bugs and blood by the end of the night anyways.

They would ride all night til they could smell the warmth of the sun rising over the hills and return home when the light touched the water.

[mybeingthere]

Angelo Mangiarotti, born in Milan, Italy, 1921 - 2012.

Mangiarotti graduated in architecture in 1948 at Politecnico di Milano. In 1953-1954 he worked in the United States, participating in the competition for Chicago "LOOP". While living abroad he was introduced to Frank Lloyd Wright, Walter Gropius, Mies van der Rohe and Konrad Wachsmann.

Coming back from United States, he opened an architectural firm together with Bruno Morassutti, he also founded Mangiarotti & Associates Office in Tokyo.

From 1986 to 1992 he’s art director of Colle Cristalleria.

In Mangiarotti's design fundamentals aired in the book "In nome dell’architettura", published in 1987, he emphasised the essential characteristics of every object, stating that only an "objective" design is able to prevent any disservice to the user, instead of aiming to become "collectable". He believed that the architectural language has become the expression of a new relationship between man and environment.

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[dethtallica]

ello... 🤓 i dunno how to do this really, first time requesting a fic... but i would really luv to see something with werewolf james. werewolf james who's a needy freak that can't let go off jason. since james is a werewolf his senses are probably much more intense and he's also quite sensitive, and you can do something with that... if you know what i mean...

combine that with a teasing jason who knows james' sensitive spots.. just think of james being embarrassed, but still very much into whatever jason asks n makes him do. tail wagging whiny needy james is very much welcome... that's probably all, thank yew in advance if you do decide to write something about that. (^.^)

sorry i probably missed some things and i also did not proof read this soooo… My bad!

Like An Animal

1987

CW - aphrodisiac, pet play kind of????, feminization, degradation, werewolf / monster sex

When James was in his werewolf form, there was no stopping him. No stopping him from his obsessive drinking, no stopping him from his horribly annoying growls and whines. But, today’s (and the week’s) problem as it would seem, was James’ inability to leave Jason the fuck alone. 

It seemed like the perfect opportunity for Jason. James, who had lately been annoying him and draining him of all of his semen, was incessant about getting attention at all times. From rubbing his face on Jason like a house cat to scratching at him like a neglected puppy, James was sure to make it known he was needy. A second didn’t go by without the blonde bothering Jason. This is where Jasons’ idea comes in play. 

The bassist presents two items in each of his pale hands. In one palm, a mysterious blue pill. In the other, a collar made for pets with a bell attached to a small metal loop. James, sitting on his disheveled bed with pillows and blankets scattered around, looks at each with a worried expression on his face. His baby blue eyes take their time examining each item as Jason tries to hold back a smile. 

“Get a good look? This is what i’m going to give you. Okay?”

The werewolf remains silent for a moment.  His tail twitches in both excitement and embarrassment. He isn’t entirely sure what the purpose behind this is— but Jason’s a good guy and spoils him most of the time. So it must be okay. James removes his gaze from the items in front of him and looks at the bassist, who’s giving him an unreadable expression. Was it desire? Excitement? 

A gulp, and James nods. 

“What… what is that?”

He points at the small round pill. Jason had bought it at a small sex shop the sunny afternoon yesterday had brought him, and he was grateful for finding such a perfect thing to tease James with. He almost wishes he picked up more things at the shop. That beautiful matte black plug he spotted would’ve looked fucking gorgeous in James, he realizes, and he has to stop himself from imagining more. It’s then he notices he’s been silent for a few moments, which was making the blonde werewolf nervous, and smiles softly before answering his question. 

“It’s an aphrodisiac.”

James looks like he’s going to say something. Jason cuts him off, now excited to explain more. 

“And the collar is what you’ll be wearing for the rest of the day. Bet you noticed it’s got a bell, yeah? It’ll jingle if you move too fast or hard.” Jason explains softly. 

James’ mouth goes dry. Things start to click in his mind, and Jason feels himself involuntarily smile at his puppy’s reaction. 

“You’re gonna take the pill. You’re gonna get really fuckin’ needy, and you are not allowed to touch yourself. After you take that pill, I’ll put this collar on ya. If you try to masturbate while my back is turned, the bell will tell me. And I swear to god, if you disobey me….”

Jason’s words made the werewolf bite his lip and look down. Like he’s nervous, but excited. Like he’s trying to figure out if he wants to be a good boy or if he wants to completely disregard Jason’s rules. See where it gets him. Maybe he’s end up with Jason’s cock in his ass, pounding him while he begs for him to slow down… 

“Are you listening?”

James blinks. Nods. Hopes he didn’t look like a slut imagining all the possible punishments Jason could give him. Could you really blame him though? When you’re owned by the hottest man in California, it’s really difficult to not drool over shit like that. Owned is a strong word— but Jason tells the blonde werewolf he owns him during sex all the time, and James would really love to believe that’s how it really is. Like he’s really just a puppy. 

“Good.” Jason states. “Now get to the edge of the bed and open that pretty little mouth of yours.” 

Jason’s words a punch to the gut. Pretty little mouth? Is he trying to kill James? All the blood will go straight to his cock and it’ll leave his brain, that’s how he’ll die. James can’t even imagine what the aphrodisiac will do to him, because he’s already building up a boner and he hasn’t been touched or kissed yet. Talk about pathetic. James slowly crawls to the edge of the bed, fluffy ears and tail hanging low, and sticks out his tongue while opening his mouth. 

It takes every ounce of Jason’s self control to not stick his dick in that mouth of James’. He’s got cute little sharp teeth that come with his transformation and his tongue is nice and wet, perfect for licking and sucking. Too bad the only thing he deserves is the pill. The bassist is quick to shove that tiny blue pill into James’ mouth before manually closing his bottom jaw by lifting it up and forcing the blonde to swallow dry. 

While the blonde coughs from the rough treatment, Jason’s hands swoop around either side of the werewolf’s neck to put that sweet little bell collar on James. A click, and Jason moves back to marvel at how adorable his boy looks. His long, blonde hair sits on his shoulders, complementing the light blue collar that’s snug against his skin. Jason begins to feel lucky. He gets to see James like this. Not the fans, not the band, not the groupies. Just Jason. Only Jason. The bassist leans down to kiss at James’ soft face and a hand snakes down to the inner side of his thigh. 

James doesn’t know how he’s gonna survive this. 

/ ///////// 

It’s been an hour. 

At first, everything was fine. James simply listened to music in his bed as Jason played his shiny black bass in the corner. His bell resting on his collar was still. Everything was alright. Then came the slow waves of heat, ebbing over the blonde’s body as it crept upon him. It wasn’t a fast process— Jason almost wished it was. 

But instead the simmering fire igniting in James took its sweet time. First, a sweet warmth began to pool in James’ crotch area, along with a light blush creeping on to his soft cheeks involuntarily. Then he felt his cock twitch to life in his pants, and suddenly everything that touched him felt hot to the touch. His body was warming up. Ironically, it made him shiver. The pill was starting to work. 

The werewolf’s pouting mouth emits a soft whimper as the arousal starts to take over. He’s slowly working towards a full boner. The pill took time to kick in, but when it did, it went from a flicker of heat to a burst of flames. James silently curses that bell collar; if it won’t for Jason’s rules and that collar, his hand would be in his pants right now. 

Maybe he’d finger himself first. Or maybe he would drag his calloused hand up and down his length while thinking about Jason. The guitarist groans. Thinking about it sure didn’t help the arousal. The aphrodisiac works fast, he reminds himself, and sighs. He screws his eyes shut and hopes the simmering sensation in his crotch will go away, but it does the opposite. When his eyes close, he sees several dirty images— Jason beneath him as James rides him. Jason looking at him with those gorgeous grayish eyes as James sucks him off. Jason’s pretty cock in his hand. He had always thought being able to see vivid images when he closes his eyes was a blessing, but now it seemed to be a curse. 

Giving up, James opens his eyes again. He peers down at his pants and notices the obvious bulge of his cock pressing against the tight material. He bites back another whine. It’s been a short amount of time since the aphrodisiac started kicking in and he’s already hard as diamond and needy. James would be embarrassed if he wasn’t in his werewolf form and under the influence of aphrodisiac. All he can think about now is reaching down to touch himself, relieve him of the aching pressure between his thighs. 

The werewolf is getting needier and needier by the second. He tilts his head slightly to look at Jason. James realizes he’s got his headphones on while he plays his bass; which means James could get away with making a little noise. It takes almost nothing to convince himself to masturbate. Relieved, his eyes flutter shut as he slowly spreads his legs. A pale hand slides down to rest above his clothed, aching cock. He double checks Jason, who is peacefully plucking away at his instrument, and continues. The smooth palm of his hand rocks back and forth against his erection. Normally, it wouldn’t feel as good, especially because of the layer of clothing between his hand and cock. But with the aphrodisiac? It feels like heaven. 

James has to stop himself from a low grunt escaping his lips. Jeans hug his cock, giving him just the right amount of friction against himself, and the task of keeping himself quiet proves to be harder and harder. The guitarist creates a steady rhythm of palm-to-dick and screws his eyes shut yet again, this time welcoming the dirty images instead of shooing them away. Images and thoughts flow back into his mind as he quietly humps his hand. The heel of his palm digs into the tip of his cock. He sputters, the images of Jason fucking him in his mind spurring him on even more. 

James is throbbing in his pants at this point, and he wants nothing more than to dirty his light jeans with cum. So he keeps at it. His jaw clenches, hard, almost as hard as he is, and with his free hand he grips the sheets. Everything around him feels warm— the air is thick and his desire makes his entire body tremble with heat. The aphrodisiac sure does a damn good job. Sweat begins to form on to inside of his palms more and more as seconds turn into minutes, and by now his movements are starting to get more erratic and intense. If James wasn’t chasing his high a minute ago, he sure is now with the way he’s shamelessly humping his hand like a dog. 

It’s almost funny the way he doesn’t even bother to pull his weeping cock out of his pants. It would feel better. It would be a faster way to get himself off. James doesn’t seem to care. It’s like he wants to be pathetic, to look like a mess. Like he wants to show off for Jason. And, well, Jason seems him alright, because while James’ eyes are closed in complete concentration, Jason hovers over the bed. He doesn’t speak. He only watches. It’s amusing how James is so goddamn horny, he doesn’t even notice the looming figure watching him try to get off. 

“What d’you think you’re doin’?”

James nearly has a heart attack. Shameless rutting came to a complete stop. His eyes flew open. He looked at Jason who stood at the side of the bed with embarrassment and fear of what his punishment would be. Would he not allow him to cum for the week? Would he embarrass him? Would he go as far as to spank him? James is screwed. If he could’ve just kept his hands to himself, maybe he wouldn’t be here. But, then again, he thinks, if Jason wouldn’t have teased him like this, he wouldn’t have had to resort to this. 

James is brought back to reality and ripped away from his thoughts by Jason lifting his chin up to look at him. 

“You think I wouldn’t notice?”

James averts his eyes. His cock still throbs in his jeans as he pouts. 

“I… I’m sorry, okay? But— please, don’t punish me, I wasn’t gonna cum or anything! Please—“

“Shhhh.. Shut it, baby.”

Jason’s tone sounds bitter when he speaks. Deep down, James knows there’s no real anger behind his words. He’s not truly upset with the boy. It’s just an act. Jason’s words only carry the slight sting of venom; not serious, but enough to make James feel tingly. The bassist’s intentions are different. James mentally compares the situational words to a Sour Patch Kid, like that odd sour blue raspberry lube Jason made him try once. Jason had slicked himself up with the sticky blue lube he’d bought from the same store he’d got the aphrodisiac. 

It was too sour for James. 

Jason’s hand slowly removes itself from James’ chin. Blonde waves cover his eyes as his head tilts forwards from the lack of support. They sit comfortably on his pink cheeks, which have red dots of acne scattered around. James was always insecure about the acne. Jason thinks it’s cute. Jason thinks all of James is cute. Even when he’s being a brat. The guitarist was a known spoiled brat; Jason wanted to test him. 

“Since you’re so needy.. Why don’t you let me touch you some? 

James’ cheeks get redder. He almost forgot how embarrassing the way Jason treats him is. He treated him like he’s some helpless, needy little dog in heat. James was, of course, just like that, with his constant need of attention and sex on a daily basis. James really did become puppy-like in this form. He would paw and claw at Jason, his tail would wag, and his clinginess increased tenfold. Not to mention— he gained new sensitive spots that drove him crazy. 

Jason was going to take advantage of that. 

James nodded erratically to Jason’s offer. A part of him still burned with embarrassment, but the need of being touched overwhelmed him. The werewolf knew that’s exactly what Jason wanted to see. One side of him liked that he was giving Jason what he wanted, while the other wanted to defy him. Almost like an  angel and devil on his shoulder. Since James was such a good boy according to Jason (sometimes), the angel naturally won when he was in this state. 

James was right. Jason was satisfied. Luckily for him, he’d get touched. Just, not the way he had thought. Obviously the werewolf had assumed his cock would be touched. Or, if he was lucky, his prostate would be touched with the pads of Jason’s  thick fingers. But he didn’t deserve that. James had disobeyed him, after all. Disobedience didn’t get James what he wanted. So when Jason started to scratch behind his ear instead, he welcomed it, though with a look of confusion. 

“W-wh— No.. not, not there….” James whines. “On my cock.” 

“No. I’ll touch your sensitive parts, but not the ones you want.” Jason says, reaching down to stroke James’ tail. 

Shit. 

James was going to be forced to cum with just his tail and ears. While the touch felt good, it surely couldn’t be enough, right? Nevertheless, he whines from the sensitive touch. It did feel good. It really did. He just wanted more. Tail, ears, and cock would be better. But James was a brat. James was lucky Jason was even willing to give him this, at least. Another pet to his tail and rub of his ears, and James starts to whine again. 

“Feels good, doesn’t it? Too bad you can’t have more. Wouldn’t it feel so much better if you could have my dick inside you? Huh? “

Another punch to the gut with those words. How did Jason know how to dirty talk so damn well? It’s hard to focus when his tail is twitching in Jason’s hand, much like his erection in his jeans. The worry of not being able to cum from just his sensitive werewolf attributes slowly fades away as his mind becomes foggy. Was it the aphrodisiac? Is it the scritches or the stroke of his tail? Or was he really that much of a slut? Jason would say all of the above. The way his puppy moans and involuntarily twitches under him is proof enough. 

“More… please—“

“I told you, ‘m not gonna touch your cock. If you don’t quit complaining i’ll stop touching your pretty ears and tail, too.” Jason warns. 

Well, James doesn’t want that. So he gives in and stops complaining, letting the feeling of Jason touching him take over. His hips rock slightly back and forth along with the motions of Jason’s touches and strokes in hopes of getting at least the slightest bit of friction against his length. It doesn’t really work. It only gives him the occasional spark of denim against his underwear, which he guesses is better than nothing. And the feeling of those nimble fingers behind his fluffy ear and that smooth palm working his tail is good, better than he remembers, so he supposes it’s okay. Very okay, actually. It’s starting to feel really fucking good. 

It’s all due to the aphrodisiac. You could also blame it on the fact that he’s in his werewolf form, but it’s really because of that tiny blue pill. Jason’s working his arm and hand faster and faster, making James whimper and cry out. Bell jingles ring out with the movements of both of their rhythms, and Jason’s fingertips work like magic on James. It feels like electric currents shocking him with an odd sense of pleasure when he touches his ear just right or drags his hand up his tail a certain way. James writhes and squirms as pornographic moans leave his mouth. It’s probably the reason why Jason’s hard in his pants, too. 

“God, baby, touching your ears ‘n tail is like touching a girl’s clit.“ Jason whispers. 

“You’ve had experience with girls, James, you know how they moan when you touch that sweet spot. You look just as helpless and submissive as a groupie.. they’d be so disappointed to know the big bad Hetfield is some bitch who falls apart from getting his tail touched. Don’t you think?”

James bites his lip, hard, and his hips stutter. He wants to cum so bad. If only Jason would just touch him properly, he would be coming apart and staining his light blue jeans just for the bassist. He’s embarrassed beyond belief from being compared to a girl, but it’s so painfully obvious he likes it. Nothing he says or does will change the fact that Jason knows The Mighty Het likes to be feminized and put in his place. That won’t stop James from trying to save his very last drop of dignity. 

“No, ‘m not a like- ah- a girl… I’m a man…”

Jason laughs.

“What kind of man drools and moans over being touched like this?” He asks, the rhetorical question making James shameful. 

James opens his mouth to formulate a comeback and is quickly disrupted by a particularly hard tug on his tail. James yelps, and his cock pulses. Jingles continue to emit from the collar. The fur between Jason’s fingers has almost given him some sort of rash or burn from how fast he’s been rubbing and teasing the thing, and it’s finally going to pay off. James is near the edge. Whining with tears in his eyes. Jason caresses the back of his ear in a very particular, pleasurable way. James’ mouth is like a faucet of high pitched noises. 

“Go on, baby, cum like the pretty puppy you are.”

He trembles and shakes like a fragile leaf, and with a final blow of the wind, that leaf is gone. James length is spurting thick globs of semen into his boxers, which will surely be stained along with his tight jeans. Neighbors surely hear him from how loud his orgasmic high is. If this isn’t embarrassing, he doesn’t know what is. Cumming from some simple touches, being feminized, and knowing people most likely heard you scream in ecstasy as you ruined your clothes with cum stains? Yeah. He was redder than he had ever been. 

Jason, bless him, strokes him through his orgasm and smirks to himself. James’ orgasms never failed to looked pretty. That big mouth of his always shaped itself into a big ‘O’ shape as the waves shook him. Someday Jason would take a picture of James in the middle of an orgasm. He’d keep it as a polaroid, and use it to touch himself. Which he was probably going to do after this. 

“…Good boy.” Jason praised. His hand finally stops his languid strokes and he catches his breath along James. 

James is spent. 

The money that went towards that aphrodisiac was well spent, too. 

Thank god for clingy puppies. 

I really didn’t know how to end it sorry Lmao

[cctinsleybaxter]

Favorite movies watched in 2024

Midnight Run (1988)

倩女幽魂 / A Chinese Ghost Story (1987)

Saint Omer (2022)

The Conversation (1974)

The Medusa Touch (1978)

Persuasion (1995)

In a Lonely Place (1950)

All the President's Men (1976)

Das Boot / The Boat (1981)

In the Loop (2009)

The Signal Tower (1924)

The Night Flier (1997)

[retrocomputerandvideogames]

Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom, 1987 US Gold

Commodore 64, Cassette

I actually quite like the arcade machine, it's one of those quirky Atari coin ops and the C64 version isn't a bad conversion but bugger me did they have to pick the shortest bit of music to loop? Zzap64 were a little tough on it I think, giving it only 41% but if you don't like the Arcade original you won't get much out of this. Give it ago but maybe play this C64 game with the sound turned down!

High Res versions on my Flickr:

https://www.flickr.com/photos/alan_mealor/albums

[wearethekat]

19, 10, 7, 2!

19. Favorite old(er) book you read this year

Borders of Infinity (1987) by Lois McMaster Bujold. Moderately cheating since this is a reread and a book club book, but Bujold is my all-time favorite writer and her prose is so good. This is a novella from her long-running Vorkosigan SF series which has won a much justified eight-odd Hugos.

10. Sleeper Hit: Not a book that you have to force into people's hands, but well-executed

The West Passage by Jared Pechacek. I'm obsessed with it and it seems like no one is talking about it. absolutely one of my favorite books of this year, and an utterly original gem of weirdness and monks. Reminded me strongly of Piranesi, also a very good book.

7. Wasted Potential: Great premise and/or characters but fell down on execution

I hate to say it, but Metal From Heaven. It was one of my anticipated new releases for this year (apocalyptic industrial butch revenge narrative, anyone?), but it just didn't work for me. The main character spends most of her time semi-hallucinating, and combined with the heavy, ornate prose, it made ME feel like I was trapped in one of those unpleasant sticky fever dreams. I wanted to like it so much but it was a very unpleasant reading experience.

2. Flops of the year

Escape Velocity by Victor Manibo had a cool concept (murder mystery in a luxury space hotel) but had an unconvincing ending that ruined it. How to Become the Dark Lord and Die Trying (Django Wexler) had, again, a cool concept (woman who's been trapped in a Chosen One time loop for like 500 years decides to choose evil this time around) but there was hardly any time looping, and the protagonist was one of those people who's constantly making tiresome cheap meme references at poor secondary world fantasy characters who have no idea. (and I say that as someone who enjoyed the memes in Gideon the Ninth).

send me end of the year book asks!

[cadaverousdecay]

I've been seeing a lot of vamipire stuff on tumblr recently (mostly from you lol) so could reccomend some "beginner" vampire media? because I'm geniunely out of the loop (never even seen Twilight) but I am very interested

Thanks in advance! :)

yay yay yay!!!!!! okay!!!

to start out id definitely say dracula 1931 is a nice starting point. (and the novel too, which is a lot different than the movie and is incredible. dracula daily just started may 3rd so its not too late to hop on that if youre interested) dracula is the most popular of any vampire character and he inspired countless aspects of the vampire as we know it. there are many great adaptations, but the 1931 version, while not completely faithful, is a classic and i would say is essential to any vampire lovers journey

then i neeeeeed to say the lost boys 1987. it is my favorite movie, its so fun, its about a family that moves to santa carla, california "the murder capital of the world" and gets tangled up in the affairs of vampires. i think it does well to introduce you to the world of vampires, its a great start, people who have zero knowledge of vampires can enjoy this movie

after that id say what we do in the shadows (2014) is a great one. its a mockumentary and does well to introduce u to a lot of vampiric concepts and different types of vampires. it builds up its world so wonderfully and its just really funny

then buffy the vampire slayer (the show) is great at introducing u to vampires and other creatures of the night, and is one of my favorite shows. its funny and can get serious when it needs to and brings up so many wonderful thoughts and ideas. and its fun to watch, every episode, even when not dealing with vampires, is very well written id say

i dont want to overwhelm u with vampire media so ill start out with these :) i have lots more that i love but i dont know ur exact taste. let me know what aspects of vampire media u vibe with and i can try to tailor a list of suggestions for u. if u lean more towards original gothic vampires or newer ones, horrifying or comedic, arthouse or cheesy gorefests etc etc.

and i think the most important thing to keep in mind when it comes to vampires is that they are VERY versatile creatures. there are vampires spanning every genre, representing things from illness to otherness to all the evils of the world, to misunderstood heroes. and the traits associated with vampires change from story to story. theres always more to learn about them and there are always new creative views on them. so dont stress about trying to pick up on everything there is to know about vampires. just have fun with it :)

hope u enjoy the suggestions!! i mostly suggested movies but if youd like any short story or song suggestions on vampires i also have those so let me know! i bid u welcome! enter freely and of your own will!

[haveyouseenthishorrormovie]

Stats from Movies 1601-1700

Top 10 Movies - Highest Number of Votes

Jaws (1975) had the most votes with 940 votes. The Last Winter (2006) had the least votes with 353 votes.

The 10 Most Watched Films by Percentage

Jaws (1975) was the most watched film with 67.4% of voters out of 940 saying they had seen it. The World Is Full of Secrets (2018) had the least "Yes" votes with 0,2% of voters out of 420.

The 10 Least Watched Films by Percentage

Leatherface (2017) was the least watched film with 66.6% of voters out of 515 saying they hadn’t seen it. Fired (2010) had the least "No" votes with 7,4% of voters out of 392.

The 10 Most Known Films by Percentage

Jaws (1975) was the best known film, 0,3% of voters out of 940 saying they’d never heard of it.

The 10 Least Known Films by Percentage

Fired (2010) was the least known film, 91.8% of voters out of 392 saying they’d never heard of it.

The movies part of the statistic count and their polls below the cut.

Headgame (2018) Loop Track (2023) Tarot (2024) Şeytan (1974) Broadcast Signal Intrusion (2021) The Guest (2014) Red Eye (2005) Picnic at Hanging Rock (1975) Yummy (2019) The Manor (2021)

Boys From County Hell (2020) Totally Killer (2023) I Saw the TV Glow (2024) Curse of the Werehuahua (2021) Alive (2018) Come To Daddy (2019) The Devil's Backbone (2001) Jaws (1975) High Tension (2003) Cape Fear (1991)

Below (2002) The Last Winter (2006) The 13th Warrior (1999) Run Sweetheart Run (2020) Meander (2020) Fired (2010) The Jack in the Box: Awakening (2022) Bed of the Dead (2016) The Vanishing (1988) The Eye (2002)

Mind-Ripper (1995) The Editor (2014) Thale (2012) Feed Me (2022) Organ (1996) The Severed Arm (1973) Night of the Demon (1957) ClownDoll (2019) The Quantum Terror (2022) The Furies (2019)

Captain Kronos: Vampire Hunter (1974) I Bought A Vampire Motorcycle (1990) Identity (2003) The Stepfather (1987) The Black Cat (1941) The Clown at Midnight (1999) Solomon Kane (2009) Season of the Witch (2011) The World Is Full of Secrets (2018) The Clown Murders (1976)

Bloody Harvest (1987) All Hallows Eve (2013) Slaughter High (1986) The Gingerdead Man (2005) I Am Not A Serial Killer (2016) The Good Neighbor (2016) Killjoy (2000) Last Summer (1969) Cry_Wolf (2005) Predator Island (2005)

The Other (1972) Leprechaun (1992) Be My Cat: A Film For Anne (2015) I'm Thinking of Ending Things (2020) Beyond Re-Animator (2003) Better Watch Out (2016) Urban Legends: Final Cut (2000) Human Lanterns (1982) The Mummy (1932) The Mummy (1959)

The Pyramid (2014) New Year's Evil (1980) Black Christmas (2006) The Seventh Curse (1986) The Mummy's Hand (1940) Never Hike Alone (2017) Legend of the Mummy (1998) President's Day (2010) The Curse of King Tut's Tomb (2006) Unfriended: Dark Web (2018)

Leatherface (2017) [REC]² (2009) The Mummy's Tomb (1942) The Mummy's Ghost (1944) Predator (1987) Halloween: Resurrection (2002) Carrie (2013) The Mean One (2022) Cronos (1993) Terror Train (1980)

Ancient Evil: Scream of the Mummy (2000) The Boxer's Omen (1983) Stepfather II: Make Room For Daddy (1989) The Curse of the Mummy's Tomb (1964) Halloween II (2009) Candyman: Farewell to the Flesh (1995) Candyman III: Day of the Dead (1999) The Cat (1992) The Mummy's Curse (1944) ThanksKilling (2007)

[dollsahoy]

Are your dolls ready for Halloween?

I made some doll dresses for sale!

here is a picture of the dresses, which are all made with the same pattern (which I originally created for Blythe), showing that they fit a range of bodies

Starting on the left (with the smallest body) and moving clockwise: Modern Licca, Pure Neemo (I don't know which specific body though, with a bald Licca head), Blythe, 1987 Skipper, Creatable World (with an older Skipper head), Rainbow High / Shadow High, Made To Move Barbie Petite, Sekiguchi Momoko, Reproduction Francie, DC Super Hero Girls (first version)

Dresses close in back with strips of lightweight hook and loop tape

Under the cut is each dress on the Shadow High doll (under the cut both to save space on your dash and because the cut will keep the same edits on reblogs of this post there may be.)

The dresses are $25 each plus actual shipping; shipping is free if you buy more than one. I only take PayPal.

Please send inquiries to andrea7566 at yahoo doot com. Please. It helps my brain immensely if everything is in the same place and clearly timestamped as to who asked for what first. Inquiries via any other method will be politely redirected to the email.

I will delete photos under the cut when dresses are sold/paid for. If it's not under the cut, then it's no longer available, and thanks to the people who made that possible!

Here we go!

Nine sold--thanks so much!--and I've decided to keep the last for myself 🎃 Thanks again!