#and the heavens open up--

[slashingdisneypasta]

Imagine

You're walking home, or to work or school, or wherever- and you get caught in the rain. It starts to downpour. Like, big fat droplets of Gaia tears; Thick 'my son-husband has secretly hidden children within me causing a terrible migraine so welp; here baby Cronus, take this flint sickle and castrate brother-daddy' kinda rain. I'll stop with the Greek Mythology now, I'm sure you get it. Heavy rain.

You're getting soaked despite whatever you're using to protect your skin from it all (A binder, a bag, your jacket, a hat,.. an umbrella perhaps), your nose is cold, and you can barely see 10 feet in front of you apart from any street lights around, when-

A car pulls up directly next to you. You have the horrible panicked moment of 'am i going to be kidnapped today', before you recognise the car and the side door is thrown open in front of you.

Your F/O gestures and/or calls for you to get in. They knew you would be out at this time (They're familiar with your basic schedule ^^), saw the downpour and thought immediately 'Oh shit wait, Y/N's out in this'- and came right over to get you out of it.

What's their car like? Is it sleek and well taken car of? Is it a regular old thing? Does it look like its gonna break down any time now?

Do they have a blanket for you to throw over your legs? Or do they throw you their coat??~~~

Do they enforce seat belts? Are they gonna refuse to go if you just pull the blanket over your shoulders and 'forget' (Or genuinely forget) to buckle up or will they lean over and buckle you themselves?

Are they taking you to your destination or are they taking you to their house because you need a hot shower and to get warm or you're gonna catch a cold? Are they kind about it or bossy? XD

Will they stop by a drive thru to get you something to eat and/or drink? Maybe something lovely and hot?? Or are you two the crazy people who eat ice cream when its cold 'cuz it wont melt'?

Possibly most importantly; Is their any chance that your F/O would kick you back out into the rain for any reason? XD

[skyrigel]

Just thinking about giving Simon handjob

He's sitting with his muscular legs spread wide open while you're sitting in between his thighs, holding his girth through your palm but unable to take the whole of it. Clumsy fingers spreading out, up and down pulling the foreskin, licking the under sight from the base where your palm can't stretch all of, keeping him warmed up.

Simon's tip is flushed red, leaking precum which you gather and pump him more with your fist.

Soft moans and hiss escape his mouth, coaxing sweetly to you, “Jus' there lovie, ye-ss like that love.” His deft fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you occasionally for a kiss because he can't stop whining with your touch, splattering, “fuckfuckfuck,” and “That's my good girl, my pretty dove.”

He goes crazy when you squeeze his balls, holding his shaft with both hands, your thumb massaging the tip while other palm glided around his length, working him up. Eyes hooked on him, seeing him leaned back with trembling mouth of damned words which poured out of him. Down from the base and back, just as he liked, biting your lips and dazed at the sight of him so flushed.

It's the image alone of you, two fingers shining with his slick that you bring up and taste — salty and sweet, everything that was him, that his cumes on the spot, shooting ropes of hot cum over your face and nipples he'd been twisting all along, your neck and hair and palm covered with his seed.

“That was so amazing, love,” He cooed at you, marveling at the sight, his thumb reaching out to smear the cum on the corner of your mouth to back on your glistening lips.

All marked up by him.

You smiled slyly, “Couldn't have tell baby.”

Masterlist

[spkyart]

Hello folks guess what I am reading

[crimeronan]

ultimately i think that if you are trying to glean information about a person's real life personality or priorities or morals based on their taste in fiction then.... you are wasting your energy. like i don't even mean this in a shipping discourse kind of way, i'm also talking about like. those posts like "you like enemies to lovers because you want someone to see you at your worst and still love you" and "you like girl-next-door romance because you crave being known and loved by someone who's seen every part of you" or "you like BDSM porn because you want someone else to take control of your life."

these posts are frequently made in jest but. they drive me insane. i am aware this is a no fun allowed kind of take and i am Not trying to ruin anyone's fun, i just..... good God. can we stop applying pop psychology and freudian analysis and other such bullshit to our reading habits. please. please god. please.....

and on the other hand. if there are people already poised to take this in bad faith..... yes, of Course i'm the type of person to make this post, since i write largely horror-rape-torture-murder bullshit. and i actually would Love for people to assume i'm dangerous due to the horror-rape-torture-murder bullshit, since in actuality i am trapped in the body of a fat physically disabled soccer mom, and it sounds nice to be scary.

but like. being completely, totally, 100% sincere here. like i am not being a bitch, i am trying to impart genuine advice. IF you're spending a lot of time stressing out about what fiction does or doesn't say about you, your peers, your family, or (maybe especially) the people you dislike....

....your energy is being sucked into a black hole. Find Another Thing To Stress Over. Thank You

[alrightbuckaroo]

Mood Ring: the moodboard tag game

The rules: Either: choose one of your published fics (or a WIP if you'd prefer), create a moodboard for it and share it along with a snippet. Or: Create a moodboard for your fave episode of the show, fave character, or a fic someone else has written that you love, and share it with some sentences about why it's a fave! (And tag people!).

29 Going on 30

During a trip to New York City to celebrate TK turning 30, TK and Carlos stumble upon a list of things TK always wanted to do before he turned 30, all of them being references to romantic comedies he loved so much growing up.

While TK is fine with leaving the past in the past, Carlos thinks there's no better time than the present. He thinks that TK deserves to feel the same type of love he loved watching on the silver screen, so he devotes the rest of their trip to just that.

Told through a tale filled with everlasting love, a never-ending trek across New York City and the occasional painful reminder of the past, Carlos learns a little more about the city TK once called home and TK learns a little more about himself.

Here's a snippet 💕

“TK,” Carlos turns to TK, the skyline forgotten and TK follows his motions. “In my vows, I said that you are the dream I would not allow myself to have, and every time I wake up next to you, I feel like I’m still dreaming. Every time I wake up next to you, I think this feels too good to be true.” TK wonders where this could be going, if they’re both afraid of the same thing and if so, what could that mean. “But,” Carlos says. “That’s what I love about it. Every day with you it’s like I get to experience falling in love for the first time all over again. I get to feel the euphoric rush of realizing I’ve found the one and I get to feel that again and again and again.” “I think that part of living life is finding new ways to left love in,” Carlos continues. “Learning that love can be an afternoon serenade, a hideous sweater that you still found a way to look good in or the realization that the love that feels too good to be true is the love that you’ve been deserving of all along.” TK is quiet for a beat; a medley of mixed emotions overtaking him. Love that feels too good to be true is the love that you’ve been deserving of all along. Maybe Carlos is right, maybe he needs to let himself finally feel comfortable with the idea that this type of love isn’t meant to crumble. He won’t have to dig through the remains of what’s left to restore himself. This love has a foundation that’s meant to last. Quietly, he asks, “You still think I’m a dream?” “So much I almost can’t believe my eyes,” Carlos replies with a smile.

Is now a good time to say that I've started working on an unofficial sequel titled 30 Going on Forever where they go back for Carlos' birthday, which is during Pride, and they do all the queer things teenage Carlos never thought he'd get to do (let alone with the love of his life)? I'm excited 💕

Thanks for the tags @heartstringsduet and @carlos-in-glasses for thinking up this fun game! Also thanks to this user for the divider!

[oncamelliastreet]

how it feels when i find a byler fic with multiple parts and is over 100k words and it has a rare trope that nobody else seems to like that much in it and it’s ongoing and the latest work was updated 3 days ago:

[elfhunk]

very genuinely no where posts as hard as r/Catholicism which is a shame because every other post is convincing a gay teenager that he's living in sin and needs to break up with his boyfriend before daddy comes downstairs and gets mad.

[kurtmustdie]

I have so many questions but from what I can tell this post implies that the black parade (and everyone else around them) live under a dictatorship, which for some reason… Fills in a lot of questions about the world that I had before.

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

*grabs the Vanguard Vaggie idea and scuttles back under her goblin rug*

OKAY BUT

Imagine, like after they retreat back to heaven, the other exorcists...start talking. They start talking *behind Lute's back*.

At first it's pain and bitterness and betrayal at Vaggie fighting them. 'How could she do this? How could she hurt us?!'

Then, maybe during some hit and run nonsense that Lute has them doing, the conversation shifts. They start noticing that Vaggie doesnt go for the kill unless she has to. Doesn't maim. She always gives them the chance to run, to go home... And they start talking. They talk about those better times with the Vanguard. They wonder aloud why she fights for hell. And maybe, just maybe, they talk about how they miss her. They miss Vaggie. They miss having that feeling of her looking out for them.

I wonder how long it might take for one of them to linger. To lower their weapon. To take off their mask.

Even then, it takes a long time for the first exorcist to *stay* after they should have retreated. For them to ask for a place to stay. But as more and more start to come to Vaggie, to the *Vanguard*, and ask for a home...charlie cant help but be grinning as she holds Vaggie's hand.

ayyyyeeeeeee!!!!

what if there was that slooooow realization that when Vaggie was around, their vanguard, they all felt more like a team together. she liked things done Right and done Well- wasn't bothered with competing- took training and exterminations Seriously- kept them all sharp sure but also turned something that was just Adam's shits and giggles, just a GAME, into a purpose and a duty again. something to be proud of and do their BEST at (while still having fun)

so yeah when Adam and Lute come back with her halo saying she's sided with hell, betrayed them all, damned herself and gets to rot there with them- there's that anger. oh they HATE her for doing that-

because they miss her

and things were better, they all felt better, when she'd been around, and that's gone now and it's her fault

or adam and lute say so anyway

can you IMAGINE in this au, the shift when Lute 1v1s Vaggie... and doesn't come back to heaven with her head?? DOESN't beat her? and Adam's DEAD?

and so are so many of them actually- dead exorcists that vaggie helped kill, that vaggie helped fight off

why?

three years her being in hell and she'd never fought any of them or hurt any of her sisters when they came flying down- (and she COULD have) (used to be one of the BEST after all) it's only when they're sent after her HOME that she fights, almost as if-

as if killing isn't what she wants to do anymore, if she can help it

thats. not the same as turning against them. not the same as her siding with hell- even so lute and adam still wanted her dead, and even then, she'd let lute LIVE...

is that weakness and betrayal?

but she's not weak, if lute couldn't kill her. and she never killed any of them until they came after her. is that still betrayal?

or is it something else

is there anything kind of betrayal here. are they on the wrong side of it...

im not sure, if any of them would take off a mask willingly- risk hell-

i KNOW that even ONE moment of hesitation would get lute turning on them, just like she did with vaggie- worse maybe, now very aware of the danger of letting fallen angels live- HER mistake, not killing vaggie when she had the chance all those years ago

and if a wounded and abandoned exorcist staggered to the gate's of the hazbin hotel? if some of her other sisters went looking for her- KNOWING this time what the supposed 'betrayal' and 'sin' had been?

(a moment of hesitation)

(before one of them drops her weapon to knock on the hotel door)

yeah. they'd find charlie running to help them inside. probably already pulling out bandages- a demon with first aid gear in her pockets, always carried just in case, nothing like they were expecting-

they'd find their Vangaurd waiting there too, having gone ahead and made things safe for them to follow, just like always

that'd be pretty sweet

[soup-mother]

I'm not going to spite ppl trying to leave the country (although i do wish they were less annoyingly entitled about it) but a very very frustrating part about seeing people non stop asking about moving to Australia (or aotearoa because obviously it's a beautiful magical elf kingdom just begging for more aryans) from the US or Canada is that there's almost always this unspoken assumption that it'll be super incredibly easy because they're white and yanks (Canadians included)

like yes it obviously is much easier to immigrate with that level of privilege and the immigration process here is undeniably racist, but it's like..... you'd think they didn't even have to learn how the immigration process works with how they fucking talk about it.

they're just magically entitled to move wherever they want and skip every queue and push past everyone else because of where they're from and their skin colour, it's pretty awful.

don't get me started on people asking "how immigrant friendly is Australia?" and meaning middle class white seppo. cunt you KNOW that's not how you should be phrasing that.

again sympathies to a limited extent but it's hard not to feel a little bit like I'm watching ppl flee Britain to "the colonies" during the war or something.

[bombtastic-monkii]

Harmony + Tibby

Broken Record + Tacky (OC)

*for my "Disharmonized Heaven" AU

[angelsdean]

lol I mean, first of all I take anything some random person says abt the pre-covid finale with a grain of salt. Second of all, any heaven endgame is still shitty imo, it's sending the message that queer characters can only be happy in death which uhhh sucks. Third of all, any resolution where dean “suddenly” realizes his sexuality just does not jive with me bc that man has been flirting and sleeping with dudes and comfortably bisexual for decades. But anyways.

[gxlden-angels]

Is there a more specific term than "agnostic" for me cause I feel like that implies "I believe in a deity/deities/spiritual relationship, I just don't exactly know which one or how"

My belief is less "I don't know" and more "I think there's the possibility of something out there it's just that it's none of my business." Like if we found out Zeus, Jesus Christ, and Ra are actually best buddies and go to trivia every Thursday and that the Rapture was supposed to happen 50 years ago and got cancelled or some shit and it's like..I answer phone calls at a front desk man idk what you want me to do with that info

[screeching-painter-witch]

little queer xie lian and feng xin. so many thoughts

little xie lian being fascinated by feng xin and not quite realising what he's feeling. just that he loves being around feng xin and sometimes he feels a warmth in his chest when feng xin smiles.

or when he makes a joke and feng xin laughs like it's the funniest thing in the world (isn't there a canonical precedent for them sharing the same sense of humour?) and xie lian feels like his chest is exploding and he's breathing a little quicker, almost like he's physically exerted from training

he sees feng xin being nervous around a girl and doesn't like the sour feeling the sight gives him, but he doesn't dwell on it much because then feng xin turns back around to him and he gets distracted by their conversation.

maybe feng xin also feels weird around xie lian but he thinks it's just a combination of respect for his crown prince and affection for his friend.

and maybe mu qing is the only one who is less sheltered and fully aware of his feelings, but thinks he's the only one who feels this way. he thinks xie lian is infuriatingly beautiful.

but he also resents him for capturing feng xin's attention so easily. he resents both xie lian and feng xin because now there's even more ways their lives are easier than his.

[tgcf-reverse-big-bang]

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[okayjokesover]

I just had a horrible thought about how gross people are bound to be about any sort of funeral or memorial service, like I really hope they can just keep it as private as possible? I don’t want pictures, I don’t want to know who did or didn’t go or who seemed the most upset or what the fuck ever else, I want his friends and family to be able to mourn in peace. Like I keep thinking of those photos of Nick & Mark Ronson at Amy Winehouse’s funeral & how every time I see them I’m like “I shouldn’t be seeing this, it’s not for me”, & how this is the exact same scenario, like it is NOT my business & unless you are a close personal friend or family member of liam it probably isn’t yours either, jfc