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[quillheel]

@theaterrush ━ evren & icarus!

For a bright, blinding moment, there's a pang in Evren's chest that responded to the jab with a simple 'i hate you.' ━━━ like a cold fact of a dead thing already buried, like an answer they already knew but the impulse of their mind felt the need to reinstate: I hate you. The gravity wasn't in the weight, it was in the speed, the snap at which it came to them at. I hate you like a lightning strike. I hate you like a beartrap. I hate you like a blade through a collarbone. ━ a half temptation, but a faulty one. ( Xey had either took the knife from them already, or if they didn't, Evren wasn't interested in proving how predictable they were, the way mankind was unavoidably / the same way mankind is prideful enough to try to avoid it, and how that makes them predictable, too. )

Makes 'them' predictable too. ━ Like Evren wasn't part of mankind enough anymore to say 'us'. Maybe they were. Maybe it was just ill conceit. They weren't interested enough to bother figuring out which.

Evren makes a small, clicking sound with their tongue as they poke at their food they'd gotten as though thoughtful ━ it was just fast-food. they could barely order without being recognized & therefore questioned just a couple days after the 31st. They'd almost asked Icarus to order for them, but decided against it just as quickly.

In the same way they decided to risk it & order for themselves, Evren comes to the same conclusion: they don't hate Icarus, they just don't trust them. But xey weren't doing xemselves any favors, either.

" You can just say I'm a problem, you know, instead of dancing around the words like you did with killing God yourself. Makes it a lot easier on the both of us when you're blunt for a change. " Evren swings the retort back, voice casual & nonchalant for the sharpness ━ almost bitterness ━ in the words themselves, before taking a bite of their food.

They weren't entirely sure of what they expected in the first place when they asked Icarus the question, maybe it was an attempt to know xem better when xey were wholly unknowable up until this point, maybe it was a strange compulsion prompted by the guilt underneath & this was simply how they'd chosen to cope with what had happened and the strain of it all, maybe it was something else entirely. The question had been asked, and now, they were settled to reap its consequences.

━ I don't hate you, I just don't know you. ( in a way, they liked that. Liked them. How strange it was. )

"Plus," they add after finishing chewing, the meat cheap & rubbery " You told me I could use the knife against Them, you didn't say I couldn't use it on anyone else. " anyone deserving. they deserved it. they deserved it. their eye-socket still aches from a pain's origin that no longer exists. " I'd think that'd be a pretty big fine-print. What, not used to people not just doing what you tell them? "

[aria0fgold]

Siffrin is Breaking. And I'm here clutching my hair cuz oooohhhh boooooiiiii isabeau.........

[mercymaker]

mal being possessive vs her dating people who were treated as possessions

FIGHT 🤼

[marrelica]

My january work schedule is literally just nighshifts with 2 mornings between them, they sniffed out the insomniac

[captainshyguy]

ooough i am unwell [<-struck by Tolkien Men Mania]

[wistrea]

@fatedriven sent: ❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜ — sylus :3c

dangerous fragments kept behind glass cases; a deceptively fragile security measure for items of their rarity, but kira has been to enough of these auctions within the city's shadows to know that not even a well - crafted bullet could make a dent in that surface. she wonders how much blood had been spilt to acquire some of the gemstones and jewelry that have been flaunted about in an attempt to encourage higher bids, but those were not the items that the corvids had their eyes on that evening. the true pieces of art would make its way into the auction hall soon, and kira had her eye on a line of daggers she heard would make an appearance that evening.

between sylus and kira, perhaps there was not a single person in this room who would not have hesitated to stab them in the back, save for each other. amidst the crowded room, there was a considerable distance that others kept from the two who stood by one of the pillars. it was to be considered a bad omen to see them standing so closely together. their respective power has garnered them quite the list of enemies in these circles, and if the whispers were to be believed, then there was more than a simple alliance between the two ... no one had the foolishness to approach them to confirm such rumors, and so they were only left to speculate whilst the witch leans into his side, one of her hands curled around his waist.

❛    with all their attention on us, they'll miss the rest of the auction.    ❜  kira says with a smirk 'pon her lips, lifting her head to be able to meet his crimson gaze. mephisto was flying around with sanzu somewhere, making sure the perimeter was clear of any unwanted disturbances. ❛    i hope we get what we want before one of them tries to kill us. i've been waiting for those daggers for so long ...    ❜ 

[ SYLUS : enemies make the best lovers, you know. ]

sharpened nails graze along his hip, humming as though she pretended to give the idea some thought. ❛    hm , i'm quite satisfied with the one i have now.    ❜  the witch replied, taking a step closer to him as her hand wanders to the small of her back to pull herself closer to him ... until she withdraws her hand with his card betwixt her lithe fingers. her grin widens, ❛    and i promise i'll prove it to you later. for now, let's get you those shiny new guns.    ❜ 

[eveningepiphany]

far from sober | H.S

my masterlist

part II

summary: you’re incredibly drunk, and when you are it comes with you having an obscene lack of a filter. harry being the sweetheart he is, is trying to get you back into your hotel room in one piece. he was not ready for you to be so touchy.

warnings: alcohol consumption, drunk people (including close family members), fluff, sexual tension, brothers best friend, drunk crying lol

a/n: sorry I haven’t posted properly in a while! here’s a shorter piece while I work on some more stuff <3 plenty to come x

———

Saying you were a bit drunk was a drastic understatement.

You were stumbling all over the place, heels becoming impractical now you were so intoxicated.

Harry, who knew you were going out with some of your family and friends tonight at the bar, had no idea what he was coming back to.

You don’t remember actually intending to get this drunk, but your Aunty had been egging the group on to do some shots, and before you know it you’re well past tipsy. Even your mum was getting drunker than you’d seen in years.

So all the other boys who’d gone out— including Harry— walk into the hotel bar. It was as chic as the lobby, just adorning some more neon signs and rustic bar stools.

Harry had gone out with them to look at a heap of shit that you and your female family members had little interest in. They’d insisted you all stay and just have a couple cocktails, since it was a holiday after all.

It was to their surprise when your same eager aunt bounded up to them when they popped through the door to the bar. They had expected tipsy, but not hammered.

“Oh my god!! You guys will not believe how good the cocktails are here!” She swooned, and they all glanced at each other with an amused chuckle.

“I think I just might believe it.” One of the boys piped up.

Most of them dispersed to find their significant others, family or friends amidst the bar, and see how much chaos was being caused.

But you’d b-lined straight for Harry, regardless of whether he was seeking you out.

His brows shot up when you collided with his side, “Harry!”

Your arms wrap around his middle and you end up latching onto him, practically using him to keep yourself upright.

“Oh!” He speaks in surprise, hands jumping up to brace around your lower back.

“Are you absolutely hammered too, love?” He chuckles and you bury your face into his chest.

“Yeaaaaa…” you drawl, a smile spreading onto your face.

“Everyone else is rounding up their partners. Suppose I’m in charge of you, yea?” He suggests, rubbing your back.

“Wanna—“ you hiccup, “have a drink with me?”

He shakes his head with amusement, “I think you’ve had plenty, sweetheart. We should get you back to your room.”

Most of your drunk family were getting escorted out by their respective people, being taken up to their hotel room before they can drink themselves any sillier.

This included your brother, Leon, who had his longtime girlfriend pulled into his side, holding her half up and laughing a little at her drunken slur.

He came to a stop when he seen both of you, eyes flitting between your two figures. A small twitch of his brows suggested he wasn’t sure of how he felt about the sight.

“You got her?” He asks, a protective edge to his voice. One that drunken you missed easily as you stayed plastered against him— which is something sober you would not do in general, let alone in front of your brother.

Harry nodded straight away, understanding his defensiveness over you since he feels the same about Gemma. He said softly, “Of course, I’ve got her mate. I’ll take her up to her room.”

Leon glanced at you again. Harry and him met when they were 9, and they’ve been best friends since then. He trusts Harry with his own life, and knows he’d never ever do anything that would hurt you, but his protective side is still flaring up.

Only when his girlfriend, Brie, complains of feeling nauseous he curtly nods, and continues heading for the door.

You are again, oblivious to all this, running your fingers along the tattoos exposed on his forearm— his sleeves rolled up to his elbows— putting his gorgeous skin out on display for you.

“I loveee your arms.” You slur, and his eyes shoot from the door back down to you.

He rarely sees you this drunk, and you’re suddenly very close— making comments that for many reasons are bringing a flush to his face.

“Y/N, Jesus you’re hammered.” He shakes his head, still smiling.

He slowly starts walking, “Cmon, let’s go. Y’brother is expecting me to get you back to your room in one piece.”

“You definitely won’t have a drink with me?” You whine, taking a few steps backwards trying to tug him in the direction of the bar instead of the door.

“Nope. Maybe tomorrow if you can even stomach alcohol.” He pushes the doors from the dimly lit bar open, and leads you into the back of the lobby that it’s connected to.

You squint at the dramatic change in lighting, which is hardly helping your sense of perception, or lack thereof, from the alcohol.

Harry’s hand has taken yours though, leading you to an elevator.

You noticed how warm it was, smooth against yours, aside from the rougher pads of his fingers from the years of playing guitar.

Being so off it, you could not keep that thought to yourself.

“Your hands are so soft, H. Like silk.” You say as you walk into the first elevator to open, squeezing his hand.

“First time anyone’s ever told me they feel like silk. I’m flattered.” He smiles, squeezing back.

“what floor are y’on, by the way? D’ya even remember— or are we a bit too wasted for numbers?” A teasing lilt is in his voice.

You half-laugh half-hiccup, “it’s… 7…?”

“You hardly sound certain about that.” He nudges you with a laugh, “It’s 12, we’re on the same one, remember.”

You laugh much harder than any sober person would, which makes it funnier to him. Since it was a mediocre joke at best.

You’re still laughing as you touch his chest with your palm, “you’re not funny.”

His gaze travels down to it, and he’s shocked at how touchy you are. You never do shit like this when you’re sober. His own amusement quickly takes the back seat, even though you’re still giggling.

However your face falls shortly after, laced with a curious gaze as you slide the neck of his long sleeve to the side, in search for the swallows inked onto his collar bones.

He watches as your eyes wander the small expanse of skin there, and how your fingers brush the tattoos.

“Having fun?” He asks, trying to joke again, but really he’s undeniably a little worked up.

“Yah, heaps.” You snap your gaze back up to him as you enthusiastically nod.

He hates the fact he’s blushing so hard right now over this, since you’re drunk and not completely in control, but he at the end of the day is a man with a very pretty girl— which happened to be you— pulling at his top like she wants it off him.

You hum to yourself, “Have such a pretty neck.” And you trail your hand up it, running a finger over his adams apple.

The elevator door opens like a blessing, and he quickly moves to make distance between the two of you.

“Can you remember your room number, darling? That’s one thing I actually don’t know.” He looks to you as you follow him out with clumsy moments.

“Uh… I dunno— wait I think the keycard is in my purse.”

He laughs at this— wondering if it will come to you in time once you sober up.

“Fuckkk.” You groan. “My purse is in Molly’s big handbag.”

The groan soon turns into a whine, because drunk and being slightly inconvenienced is not a good pair.

“It’s ok!” He amends quickly, trying to keep from having a drunken meltdown on his hands, “We’ll just got back to mine, only if you’re comfortable?”

He quickly prepares for you to not want that, “otherwise— I’ll call her, she didn’t seem too wasted, I’m sure she can—“

He’s interrupted by you, “I don’t mind going back with you.”

You say it with a confused look on you face, a tiny pout on your lips.

“Why would I be uncomfortable going with you?”

“Because… well— I’m not sure. I just wanted to leave you with other options.”

It’s not like you haven’t spent time alone together before— you’ve actually spent plenty, but just never with you drunk.

And so touchy.

“No. It’s ok. I love being with you!” You chuckle.

He leads you down the hall, pulling the keycard from his back pocket once he reaches his room, 3313.

The door clicks open, and he holds it open for you, following you in shortly after.

You’re still unstable on your feet, and one look at those heels, he’s surprised you haven’t ended up on the floor in the last ten minutes

They’re practically a health and safety issue. He can not imagine you getting them off right now— which is exactly what you’re about to bend over and attempt.

Before you can throw off your centre of gravity, he quickly says, “Go sit on the bed.”

You glance back over your shoulder, face only lit by the light from the lamp in the corner of the room.

“That’s a little forward, don’t you think, Harry?”

He toes off his own shoes, shaking his head immediately at your drunken misconception of what he asked.

“So I can take your shoes off.”

You make the few steps left to the bed safely, and you sit at the edge of it, still giggling as you say, “just my shoes, huh?”

“Yes.” He walks over, kneeling down on one knee, pulling your heeled foot up onto the strength of his thigh.

He fiddles momentarily with the laced up string, warm hands splayed on your calf, and choosing to ignore the way your dress is riding up your thighs.

Christ. This is harder than he thought.

“I forget how hot you are sometimes.” You deadpan, and his jaw goes a little lax.

You’re usually playful, yes, but never do you breach into territory like this.

It was only others, like those at a family gathering, or your close friends, that would push to get stuff like that out of you like they were matchmakers.

There were many times that barbecues or some kind of event held at yours, Leon would invite Harry over. And if the two of you even interacted for just a second, someone in your family circle would tease you. Especially your own damn brother— it was a constant streamline of snarky comments from him.

“You are so drunk.” He mumble while pulling up your other foot.

You ignore his statement, thinking back to when he was a boy to now. He was cute— always was— but the way he looks now is just unmatchable.

“Have you always looked so… like… this?”

He chuckles, almost nervous, “what does question that even mean?”

“So pretty.” You clarify after a moment of trying to find the word.

“Ah, you’re only saying that because you’re plastered up the walls.” He laughs, and a dimple popped on his cheek, and your hand jumped into action before you could even think about it.

“Noooo, sober me thinks that too. She thinks you’re more than pretty.” You say, cupping his jaw, gently tracing the dimple that popped up.

He doesn’t know how to interpret any of this. His heart is jumping in his chest, and he’s trying to reason its genuinely just the alcohol in your system.

He holds eye contact as he slips off your other shoe, placing in neatly next to the other.

He stays there for a moment, unprepared for your next question.

“Can I kiss you?”

She’s drunk, she’s drunk, she’s drunk…

“You’re drunk, sweetheart.” He says, and it’s painful— because he wants to, so fucking bad, but you’re not in a state to consent to literally anything at the moment.

And especially not in the mind frame to be making decisions like this.

You lean forward anyway, before he has a chance to avoid it, managing to meet his lips on your own terms.

He caved for a brief flash of time, and allows a second for himself to feel it, no longer than that though. Just a mere moment to take in the warm, soft feeling of your lips on his. It takes so much strength for him to not kiss you back, he has to focus on the task at hand— sobering you up and getting you safely asleep.

He pulls back after that single moment, leaving his forehead against yours, “baby, I know, I really…” he cuts himself off.

A deep inhale and he stands up, “Not tonight. Cmon, let’s get you out of your dress. You can wear something of mine.”

He walks over to his suitcase, anything to remove you from his sight for a moment, to reset his thought process. He pulls out a tshirt and pair of gym shorts, hoping they won’t be too big on you.

Turning back around, he convinces himself he’s fine. Placing the clothes from his bag on the bed beside you, his hands come under your arms, helping you stand up on flat feet for the first time in hours.

You lean into the touch, turning around so he can undo the back of your dress.

The feeling of his fingers brushing your back have you going wild, and the way they gently slide the zipper of your dress down.

His eyes lock with the back of your lacy bralette and he chooses not to follow your skin any further down.

You use your hands to slip the straps off your shoulders— and very quickly the dress is pooling at your feet.

A shaky inhale passes through his nose as now you stand in just your underwear and a seemingly very pretty bralette.

He reaches and picks up his shirt from the foot of the bed.

“Do you want to… take this off before…?” He gestures to your bralette when he catches your eyes.

You nod, reaching behind you to undo the clasp and allowing it to slip from your shoulders to the floor.

Harry puts all his focus on getting the tshirt over your head to cover you up.

Once it’s over your whole frame, you can’t help but smile.

He’s so nervy and cute around you.

“Thanks, Harry.” You smile, suddenly feeling an overwhelming amount of adoration for him hit you.

It inflated up in your chest, and bubbled deep into the pit of your stomach.

It killed Harry to watch it happen, and although he had no idea what kind of thoughts were going on in your head, just seeing you light up like that…

You wrapped your arms around his middle again, just like you did when you ran up to him in the bar.

He placed his hands in your hair this time, taking in your scent— which was mixing with his own now that your were in his shirt.

“Love, if you were sober right now. God.” He confesses.

“Im sober enough.” You beg, even though it’s such a lie.

He still shakes his head against you, “‘M not gonna be that guy, Y/N. I have waited years just to have you. I can wait another night. Or week. Or a whole ‘nother year if that’s what it takes.”

This hits you hard.

And it felt like your 15 year old self could hear it up in the confines of your head it rung through you that loudly.

She loved him then, more than she’d ever admit. And sure, you’ve grown up from 15, but yet never once did you grow out of him.

As noted earlier, being drunk and inconvenienced is not a good pair. But being drunk and having someone say or do something sentimental like that is another level.

Tears immediately start to fall from your eyes, and he feels your chest shake at the sudden outburst of emotion.

He pulls back, thinking he’s done something wrong, or said the wrong thing, and an apology was immediately on the tip of his tongue.

But relief thrums through him as you tug him right back into the hug, “that’s— that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

“The nicest thing a boys ever told me.”

“Sweetheart.” He coos as you cry, his own voice wobbly with emotion.

He feels like he’s on a roller coaster. 5 minutes ago it seemed all he could think about was the unspeakable things wanted to do to you, and now he just wants to lay you down and hold you until you fall asleep.

He forgets the shorts on the foot of the bed, shuffling the two of you up to where the head of it is— which was still unmade from last night when he’d slept in it.

He tugs you into it, pulling you tightly too his chest as your heads hit the pillows.

And he just hugs you.

Eventually, your crying subsides off, and you enter an indescribably calm state.

“I love you. I don’t even know if you’re going to remember this in the morning.” He sighs, “but fuck, I love you.”

“I love you too, Harry.” You whisper, before your eyes begin to fall heavy, and those words were the last to leave your lips before you fell asleep.

———

PART II, found here

a/n pt2:

back again guys, hello!

this is like an extended a/n, but I have a lil update. I saw harry for the very first time live 3 weeks ago. it was so so incredible, and the experience was by far the best time of my life. I miss harry so much i just feel sick ugh. he is perfect. auslot was amazing, he absolutely gave us his all.

that’s why I’ve been so absent on here, literally coping with my pcd a day at a time. I’ve written heaps but nothing I’m 100% happy with haha.

but anyways I just thought I’d share, thank you so much for your continued support and know there is plenty in the works x

all my love, <3

[livelaughlovesubs]

Oki doki follow up question since you DO infact like Magito! (Ppl are so mean to enjoyers of him :(

What's your favorite nsfw headcanon? I'm sure you've got them. I love hearing others hcs for my favorite blorbos <3

Ohhh I have a silly headcanon that he wants to know what it’s like to be knocked up as a girl.

And I feel like he’d be into cream pie, or cum in general

Like having it on his face - aka eating out, giving bj, just cum play

He’s very sado-maso if you ask me, and he’d definitely have a gore fetish too

What I mean is he likes blood, his own or yours, depends on how he’s feeling

Annnd he likes wounds, like the fatal ones. He can’t die cuz of them anyway so he doesn’t mind it if you just, like, chop off his arms

No joke now, I feel like he’d be into amputation, probably on himself and others 💀 (but I think he is sub leaning, like 70/30?)

Probably not really considerate for what you like, except you have a strong personality and can defend yourself, then he (might) not cross your boundaries. Otherwise if you are too gentle he would do things you don’t like too.

He seems like the type to be into orgies haha, but it’s not his strongest kink? Like he can go on without it too, but he’d like it

Then I also imagine him being experimental, as long as he knows he has the upper hand

So these bdsm things are purely entertainment for him, deep down he knows he can overthrow the situation whenever he wants

But if exactly that security is taken from him… the fear in his eyes would be so damn delicious, the cries, whimpers and shaking, just everything

WOULD stalk you, jerk off to you while you sleep and all the disgusting stuff

I imagine him very degenerate hehe, so it’s very fun, bc then I’d have all the rights in the world to write the most sadistic and filthy shit about him know to mankind

Would love to be romantic with him, or cute and soft, and honestly? It would be fun even, he knows how to act human

But he’d never mean the things he does, so it’s better to not even open that possibility if you don’t want to end up hurt. I think he is aromatic haha

The closest thing to love he can feel is obsession, and I’ve already described a little what he would do

Yeaaaaa, those are my silly little thoughts, thanks for asking and listening :>

[pinkaditty]

X READER smut imagines (mostly written to Cater Diamond or Asmodeus)

*tiptoes into my blog with an obviously guilty look on my face* hiiiiiii....

yea. I haven't finished the other three Side Characters for the Obey Me! Shall We Date Pervert drabbles. i knowwwww i said it'd be done in a week... and it's been a week... yeaaaaa... im sorry</3 I PROMISE!! IT WILL BE DONE SOON AWA!!!

anyways.

cw: NSFW (minors DNI please, you make me really uncomfortable), choking, penetration, pictures during sex, creampie, gn!mc (your genitalia are never mentioned, only that you're "taking" and he's "giving"), not much d/s but mc does sorta lean dom here (couldn't help myself! <;3)

a/n: im hoping this will tide you all over until i can provide more content. i wrote this a few months ago, but never got around to sharing, so i hope you all enjoy! i promise, Part 3 of the Obey Me Pervert drabbles is on it's way! in the meantime, enjoy this! consider it a sneak peek of my smut writing. (can u tell im nervous)

MINORS DNI. PLEASE.

His hips roll and snap forwards into yours, burying himself deeper with each thrust. He holds one of your legs over his shoulder, the other one holding his phone. You see the flash before you hear the shutter click of a camera. He absentmindedly muttered small praises of how much he enjoyed this and how pretty you were, and how lucky he was you were letting him do this. He sounded like he was falling apart just from being inside. You were taking it well, your fingers curling into the sheets and your eyes bleary, watching his movements, his phone's camera, and his blissed out, dazzling, drunken smile. But, while it felt good, you were admittedly getting tired of him just taking pictures, staring at you from behind a lens, not really taking in the moment. He whimpers as he continues, his arm giving out as he collapses onto his elbows, barely holding himself up, still keeping his phone in his hand. You feel the bright flash and hear yet another shutter click. You want to knock his phone out of his hand.

You watch as he gulps, panting, whining about how good it feels. His adam's apple bobs in his throat as he continues to murmur unintelligible praises. You suddenly have an idea.You uncurl your fingers from the sheets and reach upwards for his shoulders, pressing your hands into them, clenching them. He smiles as smugly as he can, as he continues falling apart, assuming you are close. Suddenly, you move your hands to his neck, wrapping your fingers around him. Before he can respond, you begin to squeeze, tightening his airway just slightly.

It sends a shockwave through his body and he drops his phone in surprise, it bounces off your shoulder onto the bed sheets. You feel as he shivers and abruptly stops his pace, his hips stilling against you, before he suddenly starts up again, his eyes rolling back, his pace more rough than before. You hear him struggling to breathe, heaving breaths as he slides forward into your grasp, gripping the sheets on either side of your head with his fingers.He struggles to speak, the whimpers coming out slow and broken.

"T-Tighter." You tighten your fingers around his neck as he asks, and he lets out a strangled moan, barely able to get any breaths in as he keeps up the pace. You watch as his eyes prick with tears and drool leaks from the corner of his mouth. He's dizzy and falling apart more than he even was before.

You release him to allow him some air, and he heaves in a deep inhale, a few short coughs interrupting his thrusts before he catches up again, faster and tougher than before. You fist your fingers in his hair to signify approval, to which he whines. He leans down to you and mumbles "Please, again. Please do it again." You oblige, releasing your grip on his roots and instead wrapping your hands around his neck again, applying just enough pressure.

"Hrk!" He clenches his jaw and his eyes roll back again, but he manages to keep the pace this time. He hits a good spot and you tighten your grip in response, moaning. He chokes and pops his lips open, his tongue lolling out. Saliva drips from his tongue onto your collarbone. "Fuck!" He coughs out, his pace going from constant to erratic. He continues to hit the sweet spot from before and you shiver, releasing your grip in favor of clawing at his shoulders. He pants, his eyes rolling back again as he continues his pace.

"C'mon, one more time…! I'm so close!" He begs, looking down at you with pleading eyes, fisting and unfisting his hands, his legs shaking. You reach up, all the pleasure going straight to your head. You clench your hands around his neck one final time.

"Gh…!" He keens, clenching his jaw again but keeping his gaze focused on you. Tears rolls down his face and he attempts to heave in a breath, only getting so much oxygen. You clench tighter and his tongue lolls out again. Whimpers barely come out from him as you keep him quiet, the occasional choking sound coming from his throat. Unable to say anything, he frantically taps on your shoulder to signify his release, his eyes rolling again. You release him as he releases into you, long, deep inhale and strangled groan leaving his lips immediately after.

His thrusts slow down, snapping against your hips at a slower pace. Your legs shake from your own peak, your whole body shivering from aftershock. Gently, he pulls out and immediately collapses next to you, panting into the pillow, his mouth wide open and tongue still lolling out as he caught his breath. His legs were shaking from aftershock and his voice was broken with little, high pitched whimpers. "Fuck…" He mumbles, blinking away his tears and waking up from his haze. "That… was amazing."

a/n: yippee! it's definitely a little unrefined, but i think it's alright! please let me know what you all think! if you have requests, send an ask! or just send one to say you like my writing, I don't mind! I'll respond to all of them!

**shameless bit that I really appreciate likes, comments, reblogs, and asks! please don't be shy to tell me what you think! im catering to you, after all!**

[pulsarsatellite]

The Rainbow Emerges

The next chapter of Days of Laughs And Nights of Screams is up to read now! 

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[romsabombs]

it's that time of the month again guys!

Malevolent part 47 The Hand live notes!!!

AMAZON AD👹 ANOTHER AD ANOTHER AD ANOTHER AD CAN WE JUST START THE EPISODE

FINALLY!!! um whats happening

are their asses still wandering aimlessly

six hours bruh 💀

a cage :/???

a what

a crime! no doubt!🤓

HAHA HE HAS THE PLAGUE i said yesterday That man probably has every disease by now

hes gonna die so bad guys hes a sick victorian child

ohhh john please carry me to the garden so i may see- um Hear the flowers one last time🤒

his sickness😟 i cant believe our actions have consequences

theyre ganging up on yorick😭

HAHA hes fine Physically me asf

"indescribable horrors" that doesnt stop john from describing every horror in immense detail

"we both have" im sorry john did you get stabbed like eight times🙄 this aint about you

💀he folded💀

HAHA so he wasnt lying damn😭 I KNEW IT blud was so ready to kill more children

john defending his comfort character

😟Sold Your Soul😟

"i offered myself to it" gayass

this speech goes so hard actually

NEW MUSIC NEW MUSIC

omg it sounds more hopeful now :((

aw he thanked arthur :)

god damn it yorick🙄

WHAT does the corpse have the hand

i mean they did pinky promise

HIS EYE 😦😦

loose enough to pry with ur fingers😨

yorick is building frankensteins monster i fear

MALEVOLENCE MENTIONED NO WAY NO WAYYYYYY NORWAY IS THIS WHY THE SHOW IS NAMED THIS

can yorick lie is that a thing😟😟😟

come on arthur you were a boyscout u can climb this easily

"the pole is wood" just like mine haha🙏🙏🙏🙏

theyre gonna start a forest fire😶

just throw something at it guys idk

omg a pin‼️ throw something at it!!

"excellent hypothesis my king🤓" "JOHN👹" "right!!🤓"

THEYRE GONNA THROW A ROCK YEAAAAA💥💥💥💥

hows he gonna throw when hes blind

why is he so good at throwing wtf

i guess we cant stay here throwing rocks for the entire episode

ALEXANDER :333

EUHGHH😟😟😟😟😟

DONT THROW ROCKS AT BIRDS THATS HOW THE HORRORS HAPPEN

maybe alexander isnt evil n hes just trying to protect us idk🤕

"i was never much for athletics" we can tell

theres gotta be a theme this season and its gotta be Children or Childhood or something

"if they could see me now" mmmm

WHAT IS THAAATT HUHHH

😨😨😨😨

WHAT IS THATTTTTTT WHAGAAT

maybe its just a freaky bird

hes so good at falling down holes

WHAT HAHA WE CANT RN😭😭

😦ERM? YORICK???????

KELLIN MENTIONED big day for gay people 🙏🙏

so was yorick always evil orrrr coz he said My King instead of john and yorick has called him john before

guys i think alexander might be the Not Evil one here

hand of malevolence would go so hard as like a window decoration

ur telling me john knew what a Hand of Malevolence was and didnt link it to the dark world

NOOO DUMBASS

ummm 😟 whats all this then

YORICK :3333 HIIII :3

what 😀

"john" :3

HAHA what is going on bruh

OMG WHAGT 😃😃😃 thats banger

"thank you i think"

:(( aw alexander IS evil :((((((

she? 🤕

OHHH IS IT LILITH IS IT LILITH PLS LILITH PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

lilith and kayne are having a custody battle over them funny as hell

OHHH she was in the portal

TEEHEE WE'RE HER FAVORITE :33

dont confront her i feel

but theyre BOTH terrible at lying🤕

they're cooked i fear

hes DYING😟😟😟😟😟😟

An Owl Being Strange

flies are insects darling

they finally appreciate yorick :)

john we dont have time for this omg

HAHA silly asf

they have a safeword now

harlan's really making us work for it like im gonna forget this if they dont point it out

the candle has been running out for hours fr

nooo :( r we approaching the ending

how do we still have like 15 minutes left

HAHA this is so funny theyre roleplaying

theyre yes-and'ing like theatre kids

i mean i bet she noticed yall were gone for a solid 15 minutes

so is the king in yellow just not a threat anymore like did we defeat him i forgot

are we in an alternate universe then

i know far too much!🤓☝️

arthur caught the decima virus i fear

STOP COUGHING im so worried

arthur needs his vaccines fr

is he gonna faint

"and if i am sick-" "you are😐"

OH the ring

hes really gonna go over there and spread his plague around 🙄

i feel like arthur wont even make it to the castle🤒

he coughs like a dad

"lean on me" maybe if you had a physical form😐

oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck

we just have to wing it i guess

its WHAT😨

what is going on man 😟

UM😦🤕

WHAAT THATS IT? wtf

[indieblueart]

YEAAAAA FIRST EVER MASS ATTACK

I love iterators I am giving them all a little kiss kiss

Character list under the readmore

Column 1

Distant Memories & the Stormchaser @vela-pulsars

Aberration @subconniving

Unbound Thought @gadjetomyart

Flowing Heavens & The Envoy vell_ichor

Blossoming Strelitzia Fields @azrielfiend

Column 2

Lost in Watchful Thought @mothwingedmyths

Kindling Spark & the Welder Callynx

Glittering Oceans @ardienothesieno

Omniscience of Disk jayyykip

Sight through Blindness @altitudeofalcatraz

Column 3

Haybale @sketchywasteland

Nine Linen Lanes & the Transfigurer @pansear-doodles

Sparkling Sea, Meadow In Moonlight, The Aviator, & The Merchant @ask-sparkling-sea aka MEEEEE

Paradox of Creation @skyistheground

Safe Ship, Harbored & The Historian @browzerhistory

Column 4

Beyond the Grasp Theguy

Nine Chimes silvesterhound

Whispering of the Many @altitudeofalcatraz

Fluttering in the Breeze @maplem0th

Several Cheap Fragments @kakyogay

Column 5

Starlight Symphony & the Weaver @mewguca

Timeless Golden Gambit Zirconphyr

Nothing Well-Made @meatcatt

Twelfth Briefly Unbound @arcaedex

Dew that Lingers @reveks

[pumpkinsy0]

yo i love pony going to haiti headcanons

I NEED A PART WHERE PONY MEETS CURLY’S FAMILY😩

WOOOO ANOTHER EXCUSE TO KEEP UP W THE HCS YEAAAAA

•part of the family still in haiti lives in like cap-haitien and the other part lives in the countryside of haiti

•pony already wants to be in the countryside canonically, ik he would love the countryside of haiti

•he likes the scenery, he helps take care of their donkey, he likes helping to farm, and bro even helped at the market when they had to sell their product, he made a good impression on em ik they loved him

•they r pretty chill, simple ppl, pony likes the quiet

•only thing he rlly had to get uses to was showering there bc he had to use the stream near by to shower or somethin

•NOW w the family in cap-haitien, theyre way more to handle, got about 3 bald sons, ik they bad as hell😭😭

•the way pony dresses already, i actually think he wouldnt have a big problem w the tempter in haiti hes def not overheating hes aight, he will however get a sun burn and then a cool tan lol, he was called “lènmi solèy la” for a while tho when he did have that sun burn

•something within curly changed when he saw pony w a tan, i can feel it

•im ngl they were def laughing at pony a lil for being a bit scared w some things and they made fun of him</33

•but the shepards assured pony that he was welcomed bc their family did actually cut some fruit for him

•pony was absolutely bombarded w questions about america, i can feel it

•and when it comes to curlys cousins whos around their age, bc they only speak kreyòl or french they had a bit of a hard time communicating, like theyd be trying to talk about tv shows but they only knew of the show in its french name, but they were trying so hard to b friends so its ok

•i think it would be sweet if pony, curly, and the older cousins went out to hang out together, just getting snacks at the store and making jokes, also im calling it now that pony would love salty plantain chips

•when it comes to the younger cousins, they r definitely pulling pony everywhere, making him play w them, fly kites w them, they run around with sparklers, pony doesnt rlly like kids that much, but he found it pretty endearing

•curlys grandma LOVES pony, he thinks hes very thoughtful and loves that he can appreciate the small things in life, shes in her rocking chair talking to pony w his very broken kreyòl about sunsets <33

•pony cant cook haitian food for SHIT but he can cut some veggies and fruit, hes in the kitchen w the aunties quietly cutting as many things they want him to cut as they gossip

•honestly pony was WAY more scared of the uncles, they r SO loud and competitive and its even worse bc theyre playing dominos, and dominos is NOT a friendly game in a caribbean household at ALL

•BUT he did have fun playing card games w em, he even won a few times and got some respect 🙏🏽

•theres this mask maker called charlotte charles and she makes papier-mâché mask for carnival and i will DIE on this hill that curlys family bought a mask for pony to wear for kanaval AND let him keep it bc she also makes mask of ponys, and his name is ponyboy so boom, heres examples of mask she made, im a big fan of em🙏🏽🙏🏽

•im TELLING u, pony and angela would be the ones quietly collecting seashells at the beach while everyone else is just in the water or laying in the sun

•tim is actually way more chill and doesnt have a scowl on his face most of the time, however the family does wonder wtf is happening in america for tim to act so closed off

•pony sees the rest of the family in america vs the family in haiti and hes surprised at the differences, the family in haiti doesnt have a lot but they r happy being together while in america they have more, but r so fucked up😭😭

[chronicsyd]

Yeaaaaa my brain’s like Literally not shut up since my last spam post about this GOD DAMN SHOW and it just… keeps spiraling… spiraling… spiraling… So, let’s talk about Vi again!

On my tiktok yesterday I brought up a post from the AMA for Arcane a couple of years ago that the co-creators were answering. And someone asked, “Will Vi and Caitlyn shippers be happy with the upcoming season?” to which the answer was, “There’s that part they might like, and that part they probably hate.” To which Amanda Overton (basically the writer responsible for most of the Caitvi scenes we got in s1) said, “I take full responsibility for both and they make the show better” so that’s… not all that thrilling.

However, it’s gotten me to think about what on Earth that “probably hate” bit would be.  Now this is something I’m saying as Complete speculation, I’m not Certain that this is what’s going on but if you’re willing to take a grain of salt with me then I’m willing to explain my reasoning. With that, let’s continue.

My HOPEFUL guess is that the “probably hate” thing is that Vi and Caitlyn split again at the beginning of S2. Honestly, it could be over a number of things: conflicting motivations about Jinx (Caitlyn wants revenge, Vi’s probably still in denial and wants to find “Powder”. Because she doesn’t call Jinx “Jinx” until After she’s already an Enforcer), Vi probably feels out of place and wants to figure things out on her own (As in she can’t trapse around Zaun she’s unwanted there, but on the flipside she’s a complete outsider to Piltover. Because even though Caitlyn would probably welcome her with open arms, doesn’t mean everyone else will…), there’s really a whole list of things that could probably explain this. So, Vi goes on her own to try and figure herself out and Caitlyn tries to go back to being an Enforcer and go through life without Vi.

But just because Vi left doesn’t mean that the conflict between Piltover and Zaun stops. And simply being an Enfocer is putting targets on Caitlyn’s back, which I think Caitlyn is fully aware of. And she and the others get ambushed at her parent’s tent that I pointed out in an earlier post; to which we Also saw Vi seeing the aftermath of. And, I think Vi has to make the decision that being an Enforcer is her best shot at bringing the conflict between Piltover and Zaun to an end; regardless of what her past has been with them. So, Vi probably comes back to Caitlyn probably midway through-ish (ep 4ish maybe?) and that’s when Caitlyn leads the strike teams to Zaun with those 3 objectives: Find Jinx, get rid of Shimmer, and neutralize anyone still loyal to Silco. I think that Vi and Caitlyn are the one team that goes after Jinx in that temple scene we see in the teaser (because that’s NOT the “finale fight” between the two, there’s NO way they’re showing that this early on) and I believe this for a few reasons: When Vi says “My sister is gone” the background looks like the temple and Vi really only holds that vulnerability in her eyes when talking to Caitlyn (See the bed scene from “Oil and Water”), and the last clip of Caitlyn we see she’s clearly in the temple as well, so I bet she’s probably backup for Vi in case thing’s get nasty. On the downside of this, there’s a still of Caitlyn that doesn’t show up in the trailer where she’s still in the temple, she’s lost her hat and her hair’s a mess and the cut on her lip is fresh. So Clearly this fight doesn’t go the way that they want it to, and that’s where Caitlyn gets the scar on her lip.

Now what happens After this? Ehhh it’s hard to say, mainly because I believe that they haven’t really shown us anything that has to do with the last episodes of the show. And to be honest even with a final trailer they’re probably gonna give us around Sept./Oct. they might only show scenes from up to ep 8 of the season (I only say this cuz that’s what they did for s1).

(Although my little shit of a brain DID say “what if the show Ends with Vi getting amnesia instead of it happening During the season?” soooo thx for That brain, that isn’t upsetting to think about AT ALL…)

So, yea just more speculations on what I think could possibly happen. Also, does anyone know what was said at the Annecy festival? That was supposed to happen today, right? Anyways, I’m out until my brain comes up with something else. Bye!

[tuituipupu]

Heeey! So I was uhmm... doing nothing... and I casually stumbled upon those amazing moan compilations you posted a while ago and... well... I listened to them again, just out of curiosity... (I'm a saint 😇) and I was wondering when will this slut moan for us again??? I think it's time to bring new sounds to the remix so you can create another masterpiece. JERE GIVE US SOUNDS, MOANS, WHIMPERS, GROANS, GROWLS, EVERYTHING! I kinda miss getting jumpscared by him being a slut on main ngl... 😔

Anyways that moan compilation with the Kot Kot visualizer was absolutely criminal, I died, revived and then died again. Thanks Pupu for doing God's work 🙏🏻 I hope that one day Jere posts his own moan compilation, preferably not as cringe as that cursed OF... 💀

u were doing nothing huh 🤭 inch resting.... /j i believe u, ofc!!

frfr i am totally with u love <//33 as an asmr/audio girlie i couldn't agree more 🙏 yeaaaaa :((

the truth is, i have one i remixed out of that god awful video and it sounds SO GOOD but it feels so bad reposting it so ig it will stay in the archives </3 i will have to meet everyone who wants to hear it individually irl and play it to u to get the real time reaction AGHJAGSH 💀 i'm nglll it's short but the best yet i think 😇🤭⭐✨

and no problem at all! if he's feeling generous one day and posts to insta stories like that one shower video that haunts me to this day i will make more 😼

we just have to get him not to speak and keeping going for 5 mins+ rather than barely 30 secs sdhjksdhj

[manwiththemagic]

spn s1 ep2 "wendigo"

THATS RIGHTTTTT!! more notes for my lil rewatch thingy.. man I love this show 😭

i love the grimey lighting!! Like slay I can't see shit!!

You can almost always tell how lore based an episode will be based on what it starts with.. like it's starting with random men in woods + death so filler! A monster of the week kinda thing!!

Which also makes me wonder why when Sam and Dean were kids John would be on a hunt for weekssss. Like it can take Sam and Dean a couple of days man??

Why are these kids camping if they're just gonna be on their phones?? Most boomer writing ever. WHICH REMINDS ME DEAN IS GEN X BRO.. and jack is gen alpha😨

bro these guys are DUMB. *Friend screaming in woods* *mild concern*"uhhh brad? What's going on?" IDK A BEAR ATTACK?? GET UP FREAK.

a poca shell necklace?? makes sense. I'm glad these MFS are dying and being kidnapped.

ALSOOO wendigo?? Hannibal reference?? Jkjkjk... UNLESS? no jk..

dangit moving into emotional territory. GAHHHHH JESS ☹️. she deserved better tbh.

“i should have protected you.. should have told you the Truth..” BABY NOOOO!! you couldn't have known :(((

Oh shit it was a nightmare. Forgot he had those. Tbh Sam's visions were one of my favorite plots in the entire show!! up there with demon blood, creepifer, godstiel, hallucinations, and everything to do with Jack kline.

“another nightmare?” DAD DEAN WINCHESTER I TELL YA!!

“you want to drive for a bit?” he doesn't know how to help Sam so he's like "well driving my car makes ME happy sooooo—" and honestly? Good effort pal

“im fine” ARE YOU SAM? ARE YOU.

why are they acting like John will know what killed Jessica?? He doesn't know what killed Mary dude 💀 AND THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY HE'S MISSING. (it's because he's on the demons trail but still..)

"so black water ridge is ther—" “dude check out the size of this freaking bear!!” HELPPPP!! Dean stay on track man— HOLY SHIT THATS A BIG BEAR. NEVERRRRMINDDD.

sams side eyes LMAOOO. "Why is he talking about this bear??"

Ranger guy really just handed out private info to these random guys because they said they were some girls friends..

“why do we even need to talk to this girl???” Sam chill out 😭

“so maybe we can know what we're walking into before we walk into it???” LMAOOOO YOU TELL EM DEAN!!

Sam has had a complete character swap and I love it. He just wants to find John, and kill whatever killed Jess. And Dean is slightly tweaking bc Sam is acting SOOOO careless 😭

“since when are you all 'shoot first, ask questions later'??” “since now.” DEAN DON'T SMILE AT THAT. SAM IS NOT ACTING HEALTHY.. just because you act like that doesn't mean Sam should too lil bro 😭

WAIT HOLYSHITHOLYSHIT!!!!! ON THE FAKE ID DEAN SHOWS THE GIRL IT SAYS SAMUEL COLT!! LIKE THE LEGEND. THE MAKER OF THEEE COLT GUN. THE MAKER OF THE TRAP TO THE GATE OF HELL IN S2/3 GAVNS HOKY SHITTTT!! REFERENCE!!

why is it that whenever Dean is about to 'hit it' or yk pull a women he looks at Sam with a smug smile. Like.. "look Sammy. She thinks I'm cool. Yeaaaaa women love me im SOOOOO awesome! 😼" If you were so cool you wouldn't be desperate for your little brothers validation.

codependent siblings meet codependent siblings.

“our parents are gone. It's just me two brothers and me, we keep pretty close tabs on each other..” Literally kid Sam and Dean core.

So this girl is all like "yea guess I'll see you out in the woods then. I'm gonna find em. I have too" and deans all like "I know how you feel.." DO YOU? who actually cares about John bro..

Nerd Sam finds shadows on bad video. Dean is wayyy to proud of him dude😭 it's honestly kinda sweet.

STOP HARASSING SAD OLD PEOPLE 😭😭 last episode with the guy with a dead wife and kids, this episode with a guy who saw his parents murdered and got mauled by a "grizzly bear" LIKE LEAVE THEM ALONE BRO😭😭

holy shit that scar is so bad. I'd cry.

“its corporal..” "stfu nerd what does that even mean??" "Its—" "blah blah, which means we can kill it! It's corporal." HE JUST SAID THAT DEAN..

sams kinda right.. it's dangerous for this girl to go with you, but deans also right.. she's gonna go no matter what.

LMAO COOL IT ON THE SASS SAM. “finding dad's not enough?? Now we gotta babysit too??” HELPPPP

Dean why are you looking so OKSY WITH THIS. Sam is clearly not right in the head bro😭 all he's thinking is "Sam's acting all tough like me 😼 kinda being a dick but we don't know these people so idrc"

“and your hiking in biker boots and jeans?” “well honey I don't do shorts 😒💅” HES SO ICONIC!!

this Roy guy is dumb. Like they're (in your perspective) rangers, they know what they're doing chill out. Obviously they know how dangerous the woods are??

and another one bites the dust.. RIP RANDOOOOO

dean finally met his snarky match.. “say uhh.. those critters ever hunt you back?” *gets yanked still.* “whatcha doing Roy?” *Roy picks up stick and disables bear trap.* “watch your step ‘ranger’”

OH MY GOD THE BROWN JACKET!! I miss the old wardrobe sm. Sam reminds me of a deer, no wonder Crowley calls him moose.

“your not rangers. Who the hell are you?” SHE CLOCKED THEMMM!! they've gotten caught twice in 2 episodes. C'mon guys. Your 2-0. losing. Or is it 0-2? Idk sports reference.

HOWEVER DON'T HATE THE DUFFLE BAG LADY. that stays for all 15 seasons. I think 😡

“besides it's probably the most honest I've ever been with a woman. ever..” HELP?? NOT A FLEX DUDE. you cannot convince me pre-series Dean had game. no way.

“what do you mean I didn't pack provisions?” THEN HE PULLS OUT A GIANT BAG OF M&M'S. ARE YOU FR??? HELSPSBSB

they are at the cords and... NOTHING. however there's no crickets so duh, obviously preds are around. Like animals not pedos. I CAN'T SPELL FAUCK

“you shouldnt go off by yourself..” “thats sweet. :)” ROY I LOVE YOU OLD MAN.

Also Ben (the kiddish brother of the girl) is listening to music in his earbuds the whole way and honestly? That's so real of him.

I love how Sam just follows dean around, ducking over his shoulder. It's kinda cute. I LOVE MY SONSS

I really don't remember much about the random man screaming but... yep they got their packs stolen. Tsk tsk tsk.

It's so obviously NOT A BEAR. bears don't commit kidnappings believe it or not!!

“so much for my gps and satellite phone :((” oh 2005, how I miss you.(I wasn't alive)

I really do like the old phones though tbh. No texting. (Even if there was, Dean probably couldn't figure it out back then)

“it wants to cut us off so we can't call for help..” “it? You mean someone. Some NUTJOB.” no Sam knows what he said Roy.

Sam dragging Dean away to speak in private omg. Dude I know these MFS are brothers, but they sneak around so much they act like a closeted gay couple. People on the road def thought that— HELL the entire bugs episode exists?? All the real estate agents were like "we sell to ALL types of people." And the second time they got hinted at being gay, Dean gave up and called Sam honey 💀💀

Finally they know what it is, even if Dean doesn't believe smarty pants sam.

sams right. These strangers?? Gotta go!!

“im trying to protect you.” “trying to protect me? I was hunting these woods when your mommy was still kissing you goodnight!” jokes on you HE DOESN'T HAVE A MOMMY!! hah! Take that!!

finally Dean talking to Sam. “no your not fine. I'm supposed to be the belligerent one, remember?” FINALLY.

“dads not here. Why are we still here?” valid point Sam! “this is why. (*Pulls out journal*)" NOOOOOOUHHHH. They treat it like it's the Bible. ITS NOT. “maybe dad wants us to take over where he left off. Saving people., hunting things. The family business.” dude. Sam is grieving over Jessica. Just let him grieve, kill the thing, and go back to law school 😭

“why doesn't dad just talk to us?” FR. I hate john.

Deans following orders, and Sam just wants to finish everything. It's kinda crazy how alike Sam and John are, but in different ways?? Idk.

Dean trying to comfort Sam but saying shit that doesn't help part 1!!

roy got nabbed. DUMBAHH

don't make Dean go into his backstory girl.. I know he looks like a pretty princess in leather but..

oh shit this IS an old show. They said 'Indian'. Which reminds me of in the bunker when Sam corrects Dean and says 'native American'. Idk if it's just because I was raised with hearing native American but calling them Indians is stupid. Like there can't be two?? And they just straight up AREN'T INDIAN?? but WTV..

ahhh yesssssssaaaa!! The cannibal lore of wendigos! reminds me of a certain gay phycologist? or uh.. wait what does he do.??? Physiatrist? WAIT—

okayyyy soooo fire? Cause wtfdym guns are useless?? damn when ARE guns useful.

why is Sam so smart. "Dawg the tracks? To obvious and clear it wants us to—"

HOLY SHIT ROY. we found him—yay???...

RUN BITCH RUNNNNNUUUUH

welp they lost Dean and Hailey.

No way the stupid product placement was actually important. Good job music kid!!

Also not part of the show but I found a pimple on my arm and YIKES the amount of puss— uh anyways..

*WARNING DO NOT ENTER* OMG let's go in here!!

like..

I mean yes they are probably in there but jesus.

okay now the boring plot.. blah blah save people, blah blah bad 2000's effects, blah blah.

Honestly the monster aspect of the monster show was kinda lacking in the first few episodes for me. I lLOVEEEE the monster stuff normally, don't get me wrong, but idk the action isn't peak rn, and we barely get to see the monster. :9

and Sam gets to drive baby!!! YIPPEE!!