#and then if you keep going theres london bridge and then the London eye

[adoresia]

I’m in London rn AND THE MC DONALDS TOILET STANK SO BAD😭😭

Plus the toilets were down TWO sets of stairs😟

I think I’m in Oxford Circus or smth like that

LMFAOOOOOOOO WAIT IM CRYING THE TOILETS IN MCDONALDS ALWAYS SMELL LIKE 10 CANS OF BOUNCE DET ASS IM SORRY😞😞😞

IM KINDA CLOSE TO OXFORD CICRUS OMG?? (like a 20 minute train ride away but still 😛) WHERE DID YOU COME FROM? why London out of all places 😔😔😔

[irondadfics]

Do you have any long irondad fics you'd recommend? I really want to settle down with a good muti-chapter fic, I'd love to know your favourites!

LONG FIC REC LIST PART 2

I know some of you are stuck inside due to be quarantined right now, and I really hope each and every one of you are doing alright. Please stay inside if you can and be safe! 

To help pass the time, here’s a continuation of one of our older lists (be sure to also check out part 1 for more recs). During hard times such as this, we often turn to different forms of art for entertainment and to help us cope. BE SURE TO LET THESE WONDERFUL AUTHORS KNOW THEY ARE APPRECIATED! 

This list is organized by word count. Most of the fics listed below are complete but some are not. For example if the word count is encompassed by two asterisks it means the fic is not complete and is subject to change, but the word count is correct as of the day this list was posted. 

ENJOY LOVELIES!!

The Guardian by Emily_F6 @justme–emily (234k+)

Guardian: a person who guards, protects, or preserves. When a terrible accident claims the life of May Parker, Tony Stark steps up as Peter’s guaridan. But it’s not just a traumatized super-teen he’ll have to worry about when he recieves a transmission from Thor.

If They Knew All About You by MsHermia (*224k+*)

Tony Stark had lost his son when he was only 2 years old, stolen away in broad daylight with nobody the wiser of what exactly happened. Years later, Tony has just made it through the disaster with Ultron. He is trying to keep himself and the team together but relationships are strained and tempers are running high.Then a random turn of events leads to his path crossing with that of a particular vigilante. They are strangers to each other, or so they think.Peter Parker is on top of the world. After a few shitty years, losing his parents and then losing his Uncle, things are finally looking up. Sure he lives in a crappy little apartment with his Aunt but he might have just found his mission in life.——This is an AU story obvious by some of the tags. I’m starting out a few weeks after Age of Ultron took place. Civil War will be a thing. Other than that I’m not too concerned about sticking to every canon detail and storyline.

The Third Option by Uncertainty_Principle (220k+)

Homecoming A/U. Ben and May divorced before Peter’s parents died, so when Ben is murdered Peter goes into foster care. It takes just a tiny taste of superpowers for Peter to decide he doesn’t want to put up with his horrible foster father anymore—the streets are infinitely more appealing. All he wants is to be Spider-Man anyway.So he leaves.Simple.Simple, that is, until Iron Man needs Spider-Man’s help. Peter isn’t about to turn down an opportunity to fight alongside Tony Freaking Stark, but he also isn’t going to let his hero know that his recruit is a fifteen-year-old homeless dropout. So they strike a deal. Peter will help Tony. In return, the mask stays on.And that’s when things get complicated.

 Lights To Guide You Home (series) by JolinarJackson @jolinarjackson  (185k+)

Tony becomes Peter’s guardian after May dies unexpectedly and over the course of a year, they learn to become a family.

 hydra’s not a home (series) by tempestaurora @tempestaurora (139k+)

At 6 years old, the son of Tony and Pepper Stark, Peter, is kidnapped, never to be seen again. Or, so they thought. Ten years later, while raiding a HYDRA base, the Avengers come across a new, enhanced individual, working for the enemy: in black spandex, with a tendency to stick to walls and shoot webs from his wrists, the Black Spider is a pain in the ass in more ways than one.

 built from scraps by peterstank @peter-stank (138k+)

“Everybody needs someone. That’s what you said, right?” Pepper meets his eyes and he’s struck by the way she’s almost pleading. “We both lost. We can help each other.”Her hand, palm up and open, stretches into the space between them.Peter hesitates.Then he takes it.or: the one where tony was dusted instead of peter, so he and pepper try to figure out the whole ‘family’ thing together.(oh, and it turns out that the man who died in peter’s arms on an alien planet is his biological father. who knew, right?)

rescue me from the waves (series) by homebuilding @marveal (*125k+*)

“Richard Parker was studying Cross-Species Genetics, but struggled with the ethics of it, because it required he use human DNA, which no ethics board would agree with. So he used his own. His work was successful based off of his own DNA, and every human has a unique DNA,” Bruce explains. “So, naturally, when HYDRA wanted his research, they knew they would never get his support, so they took the next best thing they could to his own DNA. His son.“Or, Tony finds a tortured and experimented-on Peter Parker in a HYDRA base and decides to help him because who else will?

more peril in thine eye by iron_spider @iron–spider (119k+)

Tony sits in relative darkness, the TV on mute, Friday running searches like she has been every day for the past month. A month, since Quentin Beck’s grand plan crumpled underneath him on that bridge. A month, since a flash of light was able to distract Peter just as he was about to bring Beck down. A month, since Beck snatched him, since both of them disappeared. An entire. Month.I’ll keep you updated. I promise.I love you, kid. Rhodey’s on his way, alright? He’s coming. He’s gonna go as fast as he can.I love you too. I’ll be okay. I promise. I can do this.The last thing Tony heard Peter say. Rhodey, Happy and Fury traversed the London landscape immediately afterwards. They found the glasses, but not Spider-Man. There was footage enough to incriminate Beck for what he was, but somehow, nobody was able to get a shot of when he grabbed Peter. Peter was knocking him around, looked like he was getting the upper hand, and then that flash of light. Gone. Gone.

 I Never Knew I Was Broken by GotMyInkPen @gotmyinkpen (*111k+*)

Peter Parker has been living in HYDRA ever since his parents died at age four. All he can remember are the lesson’s HYDRA taught him and a series of words that strike fear into his heart. The only thing driving him forward are the memories of meeting his hero The Winter Soldier when he was seven and the goal to one day be as great an assassin as him.At age sixteen Peter finds himself tangled in the lives of the Avengers and can’t help but wonder if there’s more to life than what he’s been told.Tony wants to help him, no matter what.

 Reviving Peter Parker by YellowDistress @yellowdistress (100k+)

Spider-Man was murdered five years ago, on a beach, at the hands of Adrian Toomes. Peter Parker never came home.Spider-Man was murdered five years ago. Today Peter Parker took his first breath.

 It’s a Secret to Everybody by StarPrince_Punk @starprincepunk (97k+)

“I have kids,“ Clint said. “I know dad behavior when I see it.”Tony blinked multiple consecutive times, processing the statement. “Excuse me?”“Tony,” Steve said now, “how long have you had a son? And how come we’ve never known about him?”“Yeah,” Clint spoke again, “I thought I was the only one with a secret family. Turns out you’ve had one longer than me!”——-Peter gets to spend all summer living in Avengers Tower with Tony. When the Rogue Avengers get pardoned and come back to live at the Tower too, they’re confused as to who Peter is. However, once they see how Tony acts around Peter, that confusion goes away, as they know for certain who Peter must be - Tony’s secret son.Tony and Peter decide to make the most of the situation, and play along. They hope they can keep up the act all summer. But they soon learn that they barely have to act at all.

 Peter and the Jailbirds by beautifullights @beautifullights1 (86k+)

NOW COMPLETE “If you did play chess,” Ross said, “you’d remember that a pawn can become a queen. The most powerful piece on the board, Parker, remember that? But—” Ross smiled— “only if it obeys.”He adjusted his tie, stood, and looked down at Peter. “I’ll ask you again,” he said. “Eventually. You may feel differently after you’ve been living in a six-by-six cube without sunlight or fresh air for a few years.” “What pawns do,” Peter said, voice shaking slightly, “is sacrifice themselves for the greater good. I have no regrets.”He had a lot of regrets.Like, a lot. A crapton. A shitload. An overloaded dumpsterful.“When I visit you on the Raft,” Ross said, “you’ll be old enough to grow a beard.” The cell door clicked shut behind him. [Rated mature for graphic violence.]

 Hardest Lessons (Softest Results) (series) by mainstreamelectricalparade @riseuplikeglitterandgold (*76k+*)

The MCU if Peter was Tony’s biological child.

 In the Home by aloneintherain (68k+)

The Avengers have been infected, turned violent and aggressive against their will. And Peter, the only one unaffected, is trapped inside the Tower with six feral teammates.“Natasha,” Peter says cautiously, “what happened here? Steve attacked me, and if there was ever a sign that something was wrong, it’s having the embodiment of Truth, Justice, and the American Way throw you across the room—”Natasha comes closer, her stride controlled. Nothing necessarily out of the ordinary, but there’s something in her face, in her eyes—Natasha lunges across the space, and slams into Peter, hard.

 From Fraud to Father by TonyStarkissist @tonystarkissist (67k+)

“Tony,” she placated, “all you have to do is read a couple children’s books to them and answer a few of their questions. You’ll be fine.” “Will you come with me? You’re so good with kids,” he pleaded as she finished up with his collar and awkwardly patted the lapels of his suit down, forcing a smile onto her face when she looked up at him.“No. I’ve got a lot of work to do. Phil’s going with you, though, and so is Happy. You shouldn’t have a problem. They’ll make sure you don’t do anything stupid.”Theres a long pause before Tony finally voices his true concern.“But what if one of them sneezes on me?”

Archetype by Bean_reads_fanfic @the-reverse-mermaid (57k+)

Tony knows something is up when the research of ex-Hydra agents gets recycled in an underground Oscorp lab… what he doesn’t expect is the boy in a hospital gown sticking to the ceiling; or, how said boy proceeds to imprint on him like a baby duckling (a poor decision on his part, really). Did he mention he wasn’t intending on bringing home a kid that day?

 Taking Leaps (and the falls that come with them) by Kamomile_Tea (*45k+*)

All across New York City the boroughs are crying out with one voice, asking a question everyone wants the answer to.Where is Spiderman?But no one is asking about Peter Parker.So, he sits alone. Contemplating how his life could have gone so downhill. Grief and nausea well up in his chest and the boy quickly shoves it back down. A shiver courses through him as the cold November air seeps into the building and through his thin clothing. And on the back of his navy blue overshirt, in blocky, white letters, reads the words:CROSSROADS JUVENILE CENTERBROOKLYN NYINMATE 3042 ========== The world seems content with ignoring this young teen. That is, until Tony Stark shows up and asks him if he wants to go to Germany.

Runaway by Spectra @iridescent-spectra  (42k+)

Tony and his adopted son Peter get into a huge spat over his late night spiderman escapades, in which case Peter takes the term ‘Not while you’re under my roof’ way too seriously. After all, how hard could it be to run away from a multi billion dollar genius?Chaos ensues as the whole city becomes a metaphorical chessboard for the two equally stubborn masterminds.

[carolofdanvers]

𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 - nomad steve rogers x sw! reader

steve rogers is not usually the guy to seek out a stranger for relief, but after going into hiding post-avengers-breakup in amsterdam, the sultry red glow emitting from the neon signs in the red light’s district seem more and more tempting each passing night.

( warnings: nsfw, rough, sex work, descriptive smut, slight dom x sub undertones, dark! nomad steve, angsty, oral sex (male recieving), etc. )

Word Count: approx. 4.9k

this is my first one shot, my apologies for making it so long! i got a little carried away. tbh i’m thinking about turning it into a series if people like it enough, i think theres room to explore things here but for now just enjoy! i’d love some feedback if you have any! happy reading!

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To say that Steve Rogers was exhausted would be an understatement. After the fight that broke out in Germany, where friends became enemies and enemies became friends, the blonde super soldier had lost track of time. Although the memories seared through his mind like a surgeons cautery pen as if they were yesterday, the image of Tony in a rage and taking hit after hit, Bucky going under cryo in Wakanda, it had been almost a year. It was hard to believe it; the burner phone weighed heavily in his pocket with no calls or text from his former friend and wealthy fellow avenger. But, in the time he had been on the run, Amsterdam had been the most recent place to call a temporary home. He had stayed in places not so pleasant, like the little motels all across Russia as he backpacked further west into Europe, never really staying in any place for long. He was overly cautious; the man had lost faith in most forms of authority, which rang with such a strong sense of irony considering he was at one point the epitome of a law abiding citizen. Poor pre-serum Steve wouldn't know what to think of the man he had become; bitter, closed off, easily agitated, irritable, and even a bit cruel. He hated the world that had suddenly hated him, the world he found himself wishing he had never woken up into. Steve had become so unbearable that he and sam had split ways for a while, promising to reconvene in London should it be necessary. But now, Steve was on his own, staring out the window of his hotel room that had the perfect view of the canals that swirled like ink, and the bridge that lead right into the ever so alluring Red Light District.

During the day, the Red Light District was rather inconspicuous, perhaps slightly less attractive than the rest of the city, if anything at all. The bricks aligned in a herringbone pattern practically guided you past window after window of beautiful women, quite literally anyone you imagined. The closer you get to the area, the louder the buzzing of neon gets. The bars are usually pretty empty during the day, a few stray women, presumably escorts, looking to pick up an alcoholic or two having a drink at noon. Steve often found himself in these bars, but only during the day to find a place away from the tourist infested hotel and his sad, tiny hotel room. He never got anything to drink besides water, since alcohol metabolized far too quickly in his body to have any affect on him anyways. It was times like these that he missed Thor’s Asgardian brews, the only alcohol he had ever tried that made him feel something, any kind of buzz. But alas, he stuck to water in the dimly lit, smokey bars with sunlight seeping in through the above-ground windows.

The women of the Red Light District never tempted him, at least during the day. Steve had never found the appeal in casual sex. Yes, he was a man with desires and wants and needs, but part of him was too unbothered to try anything. He had Sharon, at one point in time, early on in his fugitive life, but they had since parted ways for the same reason he and Sam parted ways. The man was far too distant to really feel anything, but there was something about this place at night that drew him in more than he wanted to admit. Was it the otherworldly red glow that caught his eye? Or rather the shadows of women dancing in the windows, that same sensual red caressing their skin, barely dressed and jewels adorning their skin and necklaces resting against collarbones and heels far too tall for day to day wear? Perhaps it was the EDM that pounded from the many clubs, or maybe there was something else he couldn’t explain, a primal nature in him that drove him to near madness when he lay in bed trying to sleep, the soft red glow haunting him through the thin curtains covering the sliding door to a balcony. Sometimes, Steve would sit out there, watching the wonderland from afar, scratching his beard as he contemplated venturing into the maw of the beast. He never gave in, knowing the risk of being caught was serving time for treason at best.

But this particular night, Steve was insatiable. His own hands couldn’t possibly satisfy the craving that couldn’t be satisfied, the itch that just couldn’t be scratched. He was usually relatively satisfied after a few minutes, his hand wrapped around the thick veiny shaft of his cock and leaning against the headboard of his bed as he swiftly sent himself over the edge. But tonight was something else entirely. He had gone at it three or four times, his bare and sculpted chest glistening with sweat and his lower half slick with his cum. It didn’t help that his neighbor in the suite next door must have brought home a girl, because between the pounding of the headboard against the wall and the fake moans the poor girl had to emit was obnoxious, Steve couldn’t possibly take it anymore. He put on a few layers, as it was starting to get a little chilly in the city, as well as a hat to hide his face behind, and ventured out into the belly of the beast. He wandered for a while, keeping his head low for a while, until he realized how the red lights drowned out most features. his hat cast a deep shadow over his face, his hands shoved in his pockets as he finally lift his head to look up at the scantily clad women in the windows, waving at passerby after passerby. A few spotted him and fear coursed through his veins, but they didn’t recognize him, only thought he was handsome enough to warrant their attention. but he wasn’t drawn to any of them, not like he was drawn to you.

You were something else entirely. Although you were tucked away towards the end of the rows of windows, your presence was enthralling. He moved closer to the window as if you were a siren and he was lured to you by your song. You hadn’t spotted him yet, dressed in what was more of a burlesque showgirl kind of costume, almost pinup style. The crystals upon your leather bra reflected the haunting neon lights into fragments of color, bouncing around and catching the eye, although your perky breasts were just another set of eye catchers. Steve felt his cock twitch beneath the denim of his jeans, cursing his quick recovery speed considering he had left his hotel almost immediately after his fourth orgasm of the night. The super soldier took off his hat and ran his hands through his long hair to disturb it, never once taking his eyes off of you. you had finally spotted him at this point, noticing the handsome figure now smirking at you as you made eye contact. His stunning blues still managed to shine underneath the red light and something about that carnal look behind them made you forget any other potential customer besides him. you moved coyly, turning around to play shy and peeking over your shoulder, but turning around exposed your plump bum and swaying your hips only accentuated such a feature. You checked again to see if he was still watching, which he was, though a smirk was ever so present beneath his thick beard. Your mouth began to water at the imaginary feeling of his beard between your legs, the coarse hair tickling your inner thighs. This is what sent you over the edge, lifting your hand and summoning him with a single finger, your long nails accentuating the movement. Steve hesitated for a moment, looking over both shoulders, before moving towards the door. 

Steve had never solicited anyone before. He had never really had one night stands, let alone payed anyone for sex. He was that kind of guy who wanted chemistry and a relationship between him and his partner, as cheesy as that sounded. He may still be adjusting to the modern world but it didn’t matter when he woke up from being under ice, he would have always felt that way. But he sure as hell felt chemistry between you and him. He entered the room just as you were closing the curtains, standing in the doorway as he took in the layout of the very small room. Where you stood was the giant window that you lured customers through, the lights that once shone through the window were now blocked by thick curtains and that very same red light that haunted his every filthy thought flooded the room. It was tiny, a small bed a little larger than a twin was pressed against the wall, with a sink directly across. It was clean, plainly decorated, but clean. He assumed that every room looked like this. Steve finally got a closer look at you as you stood there staring at him, your painted lips curved into a teasing smile. He noticed that bit of mischief was prevalent in you; he could see it in your eyes, your expressive brows, your hands that wandered your own body to tease him, and god, was it working.

"You're new here." you said, moving in to place your hand's on his broad shoulders beneath his heavy canvas coat, letting them slide down to his chest and slowly unzip. Normally, you'd ask for your payment ahead of time, but this man seemed like he was going to be payment enough. "I've never seen you around, neither have the other girls. Otherwise there would have been plenty of talk. It's not often we get handsome strangers like you in all to ourselves."

Steve was mildly surprised to hear english, tensing up as he felt you unzip his coat, but he couldn't help but let you. Your accent didn't sound like the natives of Amsterdam, making him more and more curious about you. Every new thing he learned about you made him crave you even more, and though he was holding back, he wasn't sure he wanted to anymore.

"Your accent. It isn't Dutch." he was curt, his words getting to the point and it only made you wonder if he would be this harsh and unrefined with your body, something you had been craving from a beautiful man like him.

"It isn't." You pushed his coat off his shoulders to reveal a white t shirt that looked a few sizes too small considering his bulging muscles. The sleeves look like they'd burst any moment. "Would you like it to be?" You purred, arms wrapping around his neck and playing with his long hair, hair that hadn't seen a barber in far too long. "I can be a sweet little girl from London, or perhaps a feisty American woman, or a seductive French Woman fresh from Paris," You mimicked every accent with uncanny precision, leaving the blonde man unsettled and impressed. There was more to you than meets the eye, apparently. Steve was tense as he felt you get even closer, the heat from your bare body enough to make him feel that desire come back full force, blood rushing to his lower abdomen and feeling himself get warm as his large hands finally found their place at your waist, that mischievous smirk growing upon your red lips. "I can be anyone you want me to be." you tugged at his hair playfully.

"To be frank, I don't care. Just be you." he pulled you in roughly, body to body, face only inches from each other. A silent agreement was made between the two of you; this was really going to happen. Your lips collided into a heated kiss. Steve had never felt so sexually attracted to someone in his life without really knowing them. Perhaps that was the appeal, the idea that he had no idea who you were, only that you were willing to do almost anything and be anyone he asked for some euros. He pulled away from the kiss, the two of you now panting as you tugged at the hem of his shirt and helped him lift it up over his head, revealing one hell of a body. What was a man like him doing in Amsterdam alone? Was he single or was he filling the void of a lacking lover with prostitutes in the window brothels? You did not have time to dwell upon those thoughts any longer as his lips found your neck, his arms wrapped around you from behind as you let out little mewls of pleasure. His scratchy beard sent shivers down your spine, lips leaving little red splotches that would surely darken over time. His grip was strong, commanding, a little harsh, but you liked that.

"What can I call you?" you purred, pushing your hips back into his and finding that he had a large bulge that was only getting bigger by the moment. "How does that feel, Sir?" you tested, your hand reaching behind to touch his face while the other rest on top of one of his hands and guided it to your breast. "Do you like it, Master?" Still not a satisfactory reaction from the man you wished to seduce, although he continued to work at your neck and let out a soft groan as his large hand cupped at your breast still covered by the costume you wore. "If you want it, come and get it, Daddy." This was the name, you decided, noticing him freeze at the name before his grip got rougher and he was a little more reckless with you. Steve caught that mischievous look in your eyes again in the mirror and finally the man let go of all his inhibitions. He spun you around to face him before he kissed you again, sloppily and full of need as if you were his life force. His hands wandered your back, pulling you towards him and pressing your body against his chiseled one. the kiss was suffocating in the best way possible, one of his hands sliding up to your face, leaving a trail of goosebumps upon your skin. It settled at your neck, momentarily wrapping around it as if he threatened to tighten his grip, before pressing at the back of your neck to deepen the kiss. He grabbed fistfuls of your freshly done curls that reminded him of the show girls he toured with back in the forties. Everything about you screamed home to him, despite you being completely unaware of what home even was to him, despite him not even having a home anymore. You pulled away only to look him in those beautiful light eyes, the two of you basking in the deep red light that perfectly reflected the heavy heat of the room. Your hands swiftly moved to undo his belt and slide down his jeans that pooled down at his knees, leaving him in his briefs. The imprint of his bulge clearly showed how he yearned for you, his shaft wanting nothing more to escape its confine. you guided him to the little bed and had him lean against it while you wedged yourself between his legs. The way you looked up at him had him going wild, innocent eyes looking up at him through thick lashes as you palmed his cock through the thin fabric. You loved the way he looked down at you, the way his knuckles had turned white from gripping the edge of the bed too rough. He looked down at you with an intensity you rarely saw in a man as you hooked your thumbs into the elastic waistband and tugged down, his member springing out and standing at attention as his boxers joined his other clothing on the floor. Steve watched in awe as you left open mouth kisses on the veiny shaft, groaning upon the feeling of your soft lips where he craved you the most. You were shocked at how large he was, although you shouldn’t have been just by looking at him. You lifted the mattress to grab a condom wrapper, tearing it open and rolling it over his hard member. You, like all the other sex workers in the Red Light District, refused to not use a condom. It was common knowledge and Steve silently agreed to it. He didn't want to make you uncomfortable. His hands found their place in your hair again as your tongue dragged from the base to tip, flicking over the slit that leaked clear precum into the latex. Steve’s body reacted more than he would have liked, involuntarily tensing. A low growl rumbled in his chest as you finally began to take him into your mouth, little by little as your hands with manicured nails wrapped around the shaft. He watched you as you began to bob your head, groans of pleasure escaping him. You looked so beautiful to him, unearthly and sinful with drool dribbling down your chin and watery eyes from taking his thick length into your mouth and hitting the back of your throat. He hadn’t felt the touch of a woman in too long, unaware of how much he had been craving physical intimacy. Watching you move was enough to make him explode right then and there, but he held it back, the coil in his lower abdomen tightening up as he threatened to orgasm.

"Yeah, that's right, doll, take it." he moaned, really getting into things now. You looked up to see his eyes shut and head tossed back. His neck was tense and jaw clenched. He was already close to an orgasm, which was unsurprising to a woman in your field, however you didn't want the fun to end so soon. Your hands moved away from his cock and you braced yourself on either of his thighs as you began to deepthroat him, taking all seven inches down. Suppressing your gag reflex was easy enough, although your jaw ached from his girth. He let out a guttural moan, one he couldn't hold back like the others as your lips closed around him and bottomed out down your throat. He pulled on your hair, the pleasure too overwhelming, but you refused to let him give in. You pulled away with a gasp, strings of saliva connected from his cock to your lips as you breathed heavily and your hands moved at the pace your head had bobbed.

"Does Daddy like it? Does it make him wanna bust? Come on, Daddy-" Steve had enough of the taunting. He lift your chin up so he could look at you, a proper mess with smeared lip stick and drool, wiping it away with his thumb.

"You drive me insane." was all he said before he scooped you up and placed you on the bed. He kicked off his clothes that pooled around his ankles and swiftly undid your own bra, your nipples hardening to the cool air as Steve hovered over you. Once again, his lips found their place at your neck, admiring his marks that had now deepened and went over them again, but unsuspecting you had been so consumed with the feeling of his lips on your neck and trailing down that you hadn't noticed his hand slip away from your waist and slipped beneath the fabric of your lacy promiscuous bottoms. Your eyes, which had previously been shut as you enjoyed his lips on your neck, flew open as you gasped, back arching up towards his hovering body upon feeling his fingers slide between your slick folds. Steve wanted nothing more than to slide into you right then and there upon hearing that beautiful sigh escape you. His cock twitched in need as his lips trailed further down, nibbling on your collarbones and leaving breathy, open mouth kisses until taking the delicate rosebud of your nipple into his mouth and sucking gently while a finger skillfully slid inside you. Your moans were symphonic, like beautiful song, although he knew they weren't faked like the neighbor's girl, her sing-songy moans that annoyed him to no end. He was genuinely pleasing her, and he loved it. You grew wetter by the second, the feeling of his finger, and then fingers inside of you, his lips leaving marks all over your breasts, you weren't sure how much longer you could last. And there was another moment of silent communication, as Steve pulled away, sliding his middle and ring finger out of her and placing them to her lips. "Be a good girl and clean them up." he demanded, groaning as you parted your lips and sucked his fingers clean, tongue swirling around them sensually. His cock twitched at the feeling before pouncing, pinning you down and kissing you feverishly and you reciprocating once more. His hands slid down your body to remove what little clothing was still on you, leaving the two of you bare. Your taste on your tongue was intoxicating, and if he had more time and more patience he would have savored it and perhaps gone down on you, but he was impatient and needed you. Steve's eyes met yours as he lined himself up with you and slid in, the two of you erupting into moans neither of you could hold back. It had been almost a year since the last time Steve had had sex, but you didn't have that excuse. Your moans shocked you. Steve shocked you. You had sex all into the night, every single night, several men leaving this very room and yet none of them felt the way Steve did inside of you. You were unsure of whether or not it was because of how attracted to each other you both were or if he was simply that large (or perhaps it was both), but as he bottomed out inside of you, your nails dug into his broad shoulders and he buried his face into the crook of your neck. You shut your eyes tight, seeing stars from the sheer pleasure of it all, but slowly it began to fade, to which Steve took as a sign to begin to move. He pinned your arms over your head as he pulled almost all the way out, smirking as he slammed back into you. It felt intense as he reached spots few other men had over reached, proving himself superior with every roll of his hips. Steve found satisfaction in the way your face morphed, eyes squeezing shut and nose scrunching before lips parted and formed a perfect "o" shape, letting out another moan that was like music to his ears. It spurred him on, encouraging him to keep going. "You like that, baby?" he asked, although you were so consumed by the pleasure that only incoherent mumbles could escape your lips. Steve wasn't satisfied by this. "Use your words, dollface or else Daddy won't let you cum. Tell me how much you love how I fuck you." He demanded, really getting into it as he picked up the pace, grunting softly as your tight walls gripped him like no other. You were a desperate mess at this point, eyes wild and filled with arousal and fear as the sounds of sex filled the air, skin to skin contact and the faint thumping of EDM from a nearby club. The unmistakable smell of it consumed your mind, unable to form a single proper thought and fully enveloped in this electrifying sense of primal desire. Your body felt hot, a thin sheen of sweat glistening upon your skin like diamonds, your baby hair starting to stick to your forehead from the pleasure of it all. You could feel yourself reaching your climax but you knew he'd deny you of that thing you chased if you didn't talk, if you didn't beg for it. "God, I love how you fuck me, Daddy. You're so big inside of me, you fill me up so good-" You were interrupted by a moan that escaped you involuntarily as he purposely rolled his hips deep into you. You were dangerously close and Steve could feel it too, the way you clenched around him, the way your body rolled like the tides beneath him. He needed to orgasm, but he refused until he heard you beg. "Beg for me, baby girl." He demanded, now thrusting at an ungodly speed. You weren't sure how any human could move like this, but you had no idea who he was, really. You had no idea that he wasn't some average human, you could only assume he was just some guy with extraordinary skills. Steve let go of your hands to get better leverage over you, and your hands flew to his back. "Please Daddy, let me cum," you begged, nails digging into his skin and leaving claw marks upon his flesh to serve as a reminder later when he showered that this was not a dream. "I love how good you fuck me, no other man can possibly compare to you. I love your big cock inside of me, it makes me feel so good. Please daddy, I'm begging you, let your baby girl cum-" You were interrupted by his hand reaching down to find your clit and begin circling it with his fingers, nearly sending you over the edge. But it wasn't his skillful fingers or his thrusting that got you to your peak, but his words, his command that brought you to your orgasm. "Cum for me, doll." Four simple words made you cum, an explosive orgasm that reminded you of the birth of a star. Pleasure ripped through you like white hot lightning and rippled out to your fingers and toes and left you feeling like you were made of stardust and nothing more. You hadn't even realized how loud you were moaning because you were so consumed with the immense pleasure he brought you. Your toes curled and eyes shut tight, head tossed back, shaking violently as your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in and deeper inside of you. Steve was close, himself, but you pulling him in deeper and deeper with your strong legs around his waist sent him over the edge. He wanted to admire the beauty that was you as you orgasmed, but he could hardly focused as you had tightened around him and an orgasm was imminent. He thrust into you once, twice, and three more times before he came as well, spilling into the condom wrapped around his shaft. He let out a guttural moan in your ear, his own eyes shut tight. The two of you slowly fell from your highs together, panting heavily. Steve's warm breath tickled your neck as he peppered kisses upon your skin again, softening inside of you. It took a moment for you to recover, as it did for Steve, but he seemed eager to leave. You were a bit disappointed as he got up so soon and threw away the used condom, sighing as he was finally satisfied. for now. "How much do I owe you?" he asked as he started to get dressed again, the jingling of his belt filling the heavy silence in the room. You looked at him, languidly propped up on the bed, staring at him like he was a god. "Nothing." you said after a moment of silence. he paused and looked at you, pushing back his long hair and suppressing a smile. "I've never had sex like that before, you must've been angry for a very long time." You teased, grabbing your robe and wrapping yourself up. You grabbed your cigarette and lit it, blowing smoke out between your smudged lips. He scoffed and shook his head, putting his t shirt back on. "Yeah. I guess you could say that." His voice was low, gravelly and quiet, as if that were a loaded statement. If only he could tell you of his troubles, the tales of glory and triumphs...and losses. He had walked in with slumped shoulders and his guard up, but now you noticed his posture had straightened and he seemed a little lighter on his feet. That alone was enough payment. It amused you. You stared at the wallpaper for a moment as he slipped on his hat and began to push the door open. "Can I be expecting you again?" you asked, trying not to let the hopefulness seep into your words. He looked down at his shoes before looking up at you, your curls all distressed, smeared lipstick, blowing smoke out into the air as you leaned against the bed they had fucked on only moments ago. You were otherworldly, and though sometimes it was hard for you to see yourself as even human, he thought the world of you. Brave enough to let strange men fuck you, enter the most vulnerable state a human can be. He admired that about you. "I don't know," was all he could say. You looked at him and nodded, taking a drag from your cigarette and sighing, smoke exiting your body through your nose. Looking down at your bare feet, you pursed your lips. "Well, you know where to find me." You told him. He took one last look at you before he nodded respectfully, leaving without another word. And with that, he disappeared like a ghost.

[voidselfshipp]

The Mystery Before The Revelation

♡~♡~♡~♡

Sherlock sat on the fancy and long table, tapping his fingers against the table,anxiously waiting for jerico to enter the room.

He couldnt wait to see her, to hear her voice, to see her smile.

He sighed with a dreamy smile on his face.

And finally, she was there, using a beautiful green dress with her shoulders exposed, a choker with a big gemstone on it, and another necklace, her hair in a bun and two beautiful gloves on.

He gasped softly.

And she seemed very happy to see him.

He stands up,accepting the sudden hug, she smelled like chamomile.

--Good morning Sherlock

--Good morning jerico

She smiled leading him to sit infront of her.

--my father couldnt make it to breakfast , but its for the better,we have much to talk about!

He smiled, something very uncommon,they started to talk about their life, and she seemed very interested in his cases,he was more than happy to talk about them.

Seeing her so happy made his heart flutter in his chest.

--Come on sher...you gotta stay a bit longer!

--Id love to jerico but I need to get on this case

--nonsense!it can wait, I got something to show you come on!

She takes his hand leading him through the dirt paths,giggling, the both of them, and arriving into a clearing where a big treehouse was.

--Jer...my dear what are we doing here?

--my dear? Wow I didnt know we were that close!

Jer giggles while the Mans cheeks burn bright red.

She squeezes his hand and smiles--Look I just want to be with you, is it too much?

--But why?

--Well, youve caught my interest young Man

That caught him off guard, he smiled sheepishly sitting with her on some cushions.

--Well..the feeling is mutual dear jerico

A big grin crossed the womans face as she squeezed his hand again.

Their fingers intertwine and they look at eachother,pressing their foreheads togheter.

Jers spare hand caress his cheek.

Sherlock looks down,biting his Lower lip.

He didnt want to pull away.

So he hugs her and lays there on the bed of cushions, with her ontop of him.

She didnt seem to fight it, and melts into his embrace,her hand caress his sides, he closes his eyes, hiding his face on the crook of her neck.

His hands rests on her Lower back, his mind Racing around what jericos father said.

What was up with her family?what was that "revelation" he talked about?.

--Wanna hear a story?

He chuckled and smiled--Sure...

--

_A long time ago, more now that It seems,in a place that perhaps youve seen in your dreams,for the story that you are about to be told took place in the powerful kingdoms of old_

_there was a young god,that was trained and tasked to create a New world, he trained all his life until his sister came to this world, took away that duty and training_

_the young god was upset,but when he saw his newborn sister he was mesmerized,and swore to protect her_

_that baby grew into a powerful woman who would create the world that we know now,and a sacred place of all creation...a lost land of magic_

--Im sorry to interrupt you my dear but they sound like bedtime stories

--oh but its no bedtime story

--Huh...sure

They both sit, and she playfully slaps his arm.

--Im serious Sherlock!

--Oh im sure you are

The mans stood up, helping his companion too, he holds her hand and smiles--ive got to go now...but if by any chance youre in town..dont doubt to come by my house, Id love to have you over, 221 Baker street

--Ill Keep that in mind Sherlock... good luck...

She presses a gentle kiss in his cheek,he blushes and presses a kiss to her temple.

Jer sees him walk away, and sighs.

If he only knew...

--Jer come on...really?--vica said,while following her around the room--of all people to be at your side in the revelation...its him?!

--Hes kind

--And reckless

--and charismatic

--his own ego blinds him!

--Well opposites do attract!

Vica sighs holding the bridge of their nose.

--Fine...but do be careful....Curiosity Killed the cat...

--I cant wait to see him again....

--Well luckily for you, hes coming over for dinner,your father and him need to talk about the case Sherlock is working on...

--What is it?something endangering the Revelation?

--No no dear, theres just some stuff to investigate dont worry okay?

She sighs and nodds--Very well...

Sherlock spent the whole day walking around london...making sure to collect as much information as needed, he wrote everything down and took as much evidence as needed.

And yet his mind still needed to know why...what is this "Revelation" ordeal about.

Sure,jericos family was weird,very weird...and well...he never knew where they are from..., they came overseas...but from where?...

He needed to investigate...because if they kept every single thing under wraps then....he wasnt going to get his answer from asking them himself.

Now that its night, he was outside the Dining room in jericos house, he gulps and takes a handfull of air entering the room.

Vica,illa,Ray and jerico are there,and some people he cant recognize.

--Ah Mr.holmes!--Illa said--take a Seat infront of jerico

During the meal they kept shooting the other little glances or playfully stepping on the others foot.

They later have a meeting, Sherlock and Ray, discussed some evidence and and things about the case.

The more he needed to know...the more questions popped out into his mind.

Why where they doing this?who are they? What are they planning?....all of this wasnt getting any clearer.

While walking down the halls, to stay in the guest bedroom, since it was pretty late and unsafe and he was invited to stay the night there, his mind still seemed to ask the same questions.

Suddenly hes pulled into a room against a wall.

Hes about to fight back when he realizes its jerico,with a stupid grin on his face.

--Hey

--you cant just 'hey' me!, you scared me!

Jer chuckles pulling away--Okay sorry--She sits on the bed, with a playful smile.

Sherlock sits besides her, taking her hand.

--I just wanted to spend time with you...thats all , youve been working all day, and I just want to be with you

He squeezes her hand and Jers spare hand caress his cheek, his other arm hugs her waist pulling her closer.

Sherlock sighs and looks into her eyes, his lips shyly and hesitantly presses his lips against hers, and shortly pulls away.

--Oh Sherlock...--her hands Cup his cheeks and kisses him.

He quickly hugs her making her sit on his lap, and they fall on the bed.

In between caresses and soft words.

The world couldnt Keep them away for much long.

Sunrays filtered through the window.

Jers eyes flutter Open as she sinks into the warmth of the covers.

Her hand squeezes a Mans, and Sherlock smiles moving closer,pressing his chest against her back.

--Hey...

Jer yawns turning around, hugging him

--Dont 'hey' me

Both tiredly chuckle.

They look at eachother, saying to the other...without speaking "Can we....can we stay like this for a bit longer?...."

And the answer was always yes.

[robinsdoghouseofwhump]

A Golden Afternoon (ADNO Pt 3)

(Sorry if this looks like I BSed my way through this part. Hectic stuff is goin on with school and church, plus I finished this past midnight soooo)

Tagging all you lads and ladies: @fiveminuterice-doodles @whumping-every-day @whump-txt @deluxewhump @iaminamoodymoodtoday @imagination1reality0 @whump-my-dude @faewhump @castielamigos-whump-side-blog @pepperonyscience @michelleswhumpyreblogs @yafuckingtwat @ashlight-ink

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Days went by of endless bliss for Jay, he was fed wonderful meals twice a day, he was given privacy when asked, and he was told which rooms he was and wasn't allowed in, even to clean. But that was ok, pet's weren't supposed to wonder about things they shouldn't worry about. Jay would clean for a few hours before getting to rest in his cage. He sometimes got to have little treats from Master, telling him what a good job he's doing. But the best part was getting to play with Master. Sometimes he got to play "Five little monkeys" on Master's bed, and other times he got to play "London bridge" on Master's lap. Those were his favorites. Master was so amazing and he loved him so much.

Then one day, it happened. A dish slipped out of his fingers when washing it and it shattered on the kitchen tile into a million pieces. Master was there, to see the awful thing he did, and his eyes turned angry. 

"What." The tall man got up and practically sulked over to the boy. "Do you think you're doing?" His voice was calm, dangerously calm as he towered over the shaking boy. 

"I-I-I'm s-so s-sorry Sir… p-please. I-I'll clean it up fo-or you. P-please…" Jay was shivering like a leaf under his owner's ice cold gaze, he'd never done this before, and he was terrified of what might happen. 

"Kennel. Now." The ebony haired man said coldly. "I will deal with you once I get this mess cleaned up." 

The boy nodded and darted upstairs as fast as he could, partly to obey his master, partly to distance himself from his wrath. He made his way into the small metal cage and hid himself under the lavender scented blankets. He screwed up now, and he was going to pay for it soon. He was bad, very very bad.

Footsteps ascended up the oak stairs, it was master's footsteps, coming up to enact his wrath upon him. He heard the bedroom door open from under the covers... and the footsteps stopped, right in front of the kennel. The small boy trembled violently, so hard he nearly wet himself. 

"Jay, come on out. Now please." His Master's voice was firm, but not angry, like a parent displeased with their child. "We need to discuss your punishment." 

What could Jay do? Keep hiding? No, he would just be yanked out and be in even more trouble. He crawled out like a beaten mutt, sitting at his owners feet with defeat in his eyes. He was bad, and now he had to be punished.

"Theres my boy. Now, I want you to go grab the paddle. Do you remember where it was?" 

He did know, hanging up on the wall of the office, all with the danger of a loaded gun. He sped off to get it once he gave a shaky nod to his owner. The paddle was made of wood, but it had been painted black like the void, 6 drilled holes made it easier to swing, and more painful to take. He looked up at it for a moment before grabbing it from the hook. 

"Theres a good boy. See? You're learning already." Sir gently set the paddle down on the bed before setting Jay down on his lap. "Now, do you know what you did wrong?" 

The light haired boy trembled slighty, wrapped up in his owner's strong arms. "I-I broke your glassware Sir.. I-I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean t-o-o. I-it just… slipped out." 

"Shhh, none of that. I know it was an accident. But accidents need to be corrected, don't they?" 

"Y-yes S-Sir…." 

"Good. Now I'm thinking 25, sound fair? Alot less than before huh?"

"Y-yes Sir." 

"Alright, over my lap. I'll be quick." Jay watched as Master picked the paddle up, and he lowered himself down and over on his stomach. 

"Count for me."

-

-

-

25 to the bum and a crying little boxboy later, Master finally put the paddle down, sitting him up and holding him tight. 

"You did so so well sweetie, I'm all done."

Little birdy could only bury his face in his Master's chest, what else could he do?

"A-am I still i-in trouble?" Jay said between sobs. He was less in pain and more upset with himself than anything. He disappointed the one person who gave him so much love and kindness. 

"Oh little one, that was your punishment. No more of that." The man rubbed his soft hands in circles down his back, slowing his breathing. "Would you like to have some down time now? Maybe some cartoons or a bedtime snack?"

Jay smiled a bit, his master was trying so hard to calm him down, even though he was bad, he didn't deserve the kindness. "Y-yes Sir. Cartoons please?" 

"Alright, you can watch em in your kennel ok? I'll bring you some dinner and pain cream." Sir set him down and got up, allowing Jay to scamper back into his little home.

-

Sir put on a movie called "Alice in Wonderland", apparently about a girl who falls into a hole and finds a whole new crazy world. Jay was snuggled safely under his blankets and pillows, the fairy lights dimmed just a bit for him to see the movie well. They were at the part where Alice is walking through a big garden, with tons of flowers that sang. 

"You can learn alot of things from the flowers. For especially in the month of June." The flowers sang. Jay liked the way they sang so well, it reminded him of the music they played back in the training facility. "Theres a wealth of happiness and romance. All in a Golden Afternoon." 

Jay was happy and content, laying snugly in his bedding and a belly full of cinnamon oatmeal. He was happy with Master in his little Golden Afternoon.

[all-at-once-you-are-the-one]

Stream of Consciousness Lover Album Reaction

I wrote out my first thoughts while listening to the album and put them in one big post. I hope you find them as funny as I do lmao

1. I Forget That You Existed

LOL so that’s what the drake Easter egg was about!

Who is this about????

NIIIIiiiiiiiiiIIIiiiiCE

SHE SOUNDS SO GOOD

I JUST FORGOT WHAT THEY WERE LMAOOO

HER LAUGH!! SO CUTE!!

This track is somehow savage and adorable at the same time

So......yeah.......

ShnfhKJHGKSHDKGHSKGHSJG

2. Cruel Summer

This is giving me Katy perry vibes

The devils roll their dice line is from this?? Didn’t expect that

This is maybe the catchiest song I’ve ever heard

Why is this not a single??????

STILL DONT KNOW WHAT SUMMERS A KNIFE MEANS

EXPLAIN TAYLOR

This also kind of gives me Jonas brothers vibes, why???

Again.....what is this about???

OooOOoooOooWhoooooAAAAhh i loveeee this

OOOH no you know what this gives me GETAWAY CAR vibes

Wait...do we think that at the beginning joe wanted to keep their relationship private and Taylor agreed but then changed her mind? WAIT NO.....is this about her having to keep her love for joe secret at first the summer they met because she was with someone else/it was too soon??

3. Lover

Ok SUPER WEIRD transition into lover but OK

As much as I love albums with a clear narrative like rep I also like being all over the place so this is fine

CAN I GO WHERE YOU GOOOOOO

FOR EVER AND EVER ANDIIIII

YOURE MY MY MY MYYYYY LOVER

I wonder what inspired her to use the term lover? Does she not know that normal people don’t speak like that?

WAIT IS THE REASON LOVER COMES AFTER CRUEL SUMMER because of the 3 summers line?? Like look how we started...now were here

Does the album begin with i forgot you existed because its like ok this Kanye situation happened...but now were gonna forget about that and talk about the realer real story of the past couple years of my life rather than seeing it through the lens of that story like on rep

4. The Man

THE ACCURACY

THE ACCURAACCCCYYYYYYYYY

IT HUUURRTTSSS

Honestly though i actually thought this one would be more savage, i thi

DID SHE JUST SAY BITCHES AND MODELSSSS?????

SLJGSHUKGHKDG

Never mind this is as savage as i wanted

I should know better than to judge a Taylor song before the bridge

Again why isn’t this a single.....it better be

5. The Archer

The emotional whiplash this album is giving me is insane.

It’s like RED but with synths

Is the archer placed here because part of her lack of self confidence comes from the things the media says about her (because she’s a woman not a man?) INTERESTING THOUGHT

Don’t have much else to say about this, we already know

.....

Wow the cake i bought for tonight is somehow way too sweet

6. I Think He Knows

Definitely didn’t think i think he knows was about being horny af

But this is so catchy

Why is everything so catchy?? Literally every song should be a single

BOY I UNDERSTAND the confidence!! After the archer!! I love that he makes her feel that way1!!

I THINK HE KNOOOOOOOWWWWSS

This gives me teenage dream vibes and i fucking love that song

7. Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince

Ok time for the one with the weird title

I love how she keeps comparing her current feelings to how she felt as a teenager!! How its the same and different....very good.

SHES A BAD BAD GIRL

More dice!

Is she imagining what it would be like if she was in this relationship in high school? Because I DO THAT ALL THE TIIIIME GIRL SAME

THATS MY WHOLE WORLD SOOOO CUUUUTE

YOU PLAY STUPID GAMES YOU WIN STUPID PRIZES

VOTED

MOST

LIKELY

TO

RUN

AWAY

WITH

YOU

I really like this one. I didn’t expect I would.

This should be a single.

8. Paper Rings

THE VOICE EFFECT

She’s singing so fast on these songs!!!! I CANT KEEP UPP

UH HUH

THATS RIGHT

This is so retro and i loooooooooooooooooooooove it

DIRTY DREAMS??????? TAYLOR PLEASE

OMG THE COLOUR WE PAINTED YOUR BROTHERS WALL

THE PICTURE

THE PICTURE

FROM THE REP MAGAZINES

SDIHGUSHGUKHDZRKUGHKUDZHGUHDZGHDKZHGYIDZJLGJLDJGJSDJGDHZGHLGHLSHGHDG

II LIKE SHINY THINGS

THIS SONG IS SO FUN! ALL THESE SONGS ARE SO FUN!!

Ok baby boy that’s kinda weird but you know what..

....

....

Ok its still weird but maybe it will grow on me

This should be a single.

9. Cornelia Street

HERE IT IS!!! THE FIRST TAYLOR PRODUCED SONG

I NEVER WANT CORNELIA STREET AGAIN?? WHAT IS THIS ABOUT?? THEIR WORST FIGHT? ANOTHER RELATIONSIP? QUESTIONS

The storytelling!

Wait......is this about before they ran away together in CIWYW?? Like she thought he didn’t really want her so she was gonna run away alone...but then he was like no i really do lets go

I totally thought that this was the one with the staring out the window like I’m not your favorite town line was from

She ended it with the line she started with (i think)? Ike she used to!

Kinda feel like people hyped this one up too much but i do like it

10. Death by a Thousand Cuts

The piano!!!!

Like a thousand notes a thousand cuts

Look through the windows of this love - like the heart on her eye! I get it I GET IT lmaoooo

If this song was on red it would have the saddest production but on this album its a bop

11. London Boy

IS THAT JOE??? OMG lmao

HER ACCENT LMAOOOOOOOOO

I don’t know if this song is supposed to be as hilarious as i think it is but i really do think its hilarious

What does like a Tennessee Stella McCartney even mean????

I kinda feel like this song is too specific to her life to be relatable so maybe that’s why i feel that way about it?

12. Soon You’ll Get Better

Ok great... so we went from that to the sad one

I have to prepare

I didn’t tell you i was scared....

Cause you have to...

The fact that this is the country song...

I cant

GOD NOW IM CRYING THIS IS SO SAD

That was the only song so far i had to actually stop typing for. God....I’m so sad for her and her family.

13. False God

I can barely take this song in because of what just came before.

But i really like it. And i really like the theme of religion on this album

14. You Need to Calm Down

NOW YNTCD IS PLAYING

??? IM LITERALLY SOO SAD FROM SOON YOULL GET BETTER STILL

I CANT

PROCESS

THIS

This album is literally all over the place, i keep trying to assign a narrative to it and its not working out so I’m just gonna give up

Sometimes albums are just collections of songs and not a coherent, linear story and that is ok! Even if its not what i prefer

It certainly didn’t bother me on her first few albums.

The one thing i take away from this is like...no wonder she’s so determined to be so overly positive, i think for her its that or break down crying in the face of what’s happening in her family

15. Afterglow

I really love this song!!! Hashtag relatable

......

Man..you can really tell even just from my typing that my heart isn’t in this anymore after that song

Like

Fuck

I think I’m just sad for me too, because i know that i will go through that too sooner rather than later and I already have friends dealing with losing a parent.

16. ME!

My only thought on this is god bless brendon Urie for injecting so much additional joy and energy into this song and making Taylor happy, i just get the vibe that she really needed that

ALSO WHAT THERES REALLY NO HEY KIDS SPELLING IS FUN

TAYLOR EXPLAAIAIIIIIIIAIAIIAN

We’ll see if its on my physical cd copies when they arrive...if not then maybe it was always planned to be a line only in the single version

17. It’s Nice to Have a Friend

Ok I don’t really like this song that much but i really like the messages she’s trying to send like...real love feels like hanging out with a childhood bestie, so comfortable

18. Daylight

I WAS LIKE MEH

BUT THE FUCKING BRIDGE

THE BRIDGE

IM EMOTIONALLY DESTROYED

Also something about the chorus reminds me of the chorus of starlight

STEP INTO THE DAYLIGHT AND LET IT GO

YES

I WAS LIKE NO IS THAT NOT A LYRIC??

BUT IT ISTHANK GOD

THE END

YOU ARE WHAT YOU LOVE

THAT WAS LIKE

MY MANTRA FOR A COUPLE YEARS A WHILE BACK

BECAUSE

I LOVED SO MANY PEOPLE BUT THEY DIDNT LOVE ME

AND I WANTED TO BE DEFINITED BY THE FACT THAT I LOVED THEM NOT THAT HTEY DIDNT LOVE ME

IIIIIIIIIIII

I

IN CONCLUSION:

My feelings are everywhere. Some songs disappointed me but some blew me away - soon you’ll get better is basically the new Never Grow Up for me which is saying a lot. Everything is catchy a hell though even the songs I didn’t like as much. Ultimately i would have liked more songs about varying subject matter esp. self love but as it is, it is still somehow so all over the place. It really just shows how many emotions and phases can be contained within one relationship (i mean I’m assuming every song about a relationship is about joe). I really think that the song about her mom maybe should have been placed somewhere else...I don’t know where I would have put it but that shit is HEAVY. I am so honored that she and her family would share that with us though. I have a million question about how Andrea is doing and if my theory on why tour hasn’t been announced is correct...maybe she will explain more in the interviews/secret session audio we’re getting in the next couple days. I think my favorite song is Lover but that may change. I don’t think any song on here tops my current all time favorite Taylor song though which is CIWYW. That’s a little disappointing but not every song or album has to be my fave! And this album will probably grow on me esp as i hear Taylor’s explanations of it. Rep did. I really did nooott feel good about most of rep at first, it took a few days.

[harryisntstraight]

Hey! I'm going to fly to London in April to see Harry's show, do you have recommendations for places/attractions I should visit? I have maybe 3 or 4 days. It's not a lot of time but I want to experience London from a native perspective and not an obvious tourist one (;

ooh thats hard, first of all though omg which harry show are u going to, we might be going 2 the same one!! and okay, i think a lot of touristy things in london are genuinely like....fun things to do and see adsjghdg so like the typical things i can vouch for are: the museums, my fave is the natural history museum its in south kensington and is also right next door to the v&a museum so u should def give both of them a visit. and south kensington itself is really lovely if ur in the area theres loads of super nice restaurants and cafes (pretty pricey though) and also its close to hyde park which i loveee. i would recommend hiring a boris bike (its £2 and u get access for 24 hours so...bargain) and just going for a ride around hyde park, make sure u see kensington palace and the serpentine lake and if its sunny try and stay for sunset bc it looks so pretty at that time. back to museums, if youre into art i think the national portrait gallery in trafalgar square is def worth a visit. its free to go in and its massive inside and they have van gogh and monet and a load of other amazing art. also trafalgar square is 100% touristy but i feel like its still worth a visit anyway its just. pretty. good insta opportunity. i would walk down towards the river and houses of parliament from there towards south bank, its a rly fun area and again touristy but also just really cute theres always a load of stuff happening good sights 2 be seen. then i would keep walking down the south bank towards the tate gallery which is amazin and well worth seeing and then u can cross the millenium bridge (cool if ur into harry potter) and head up towards st pauls which imo is like........amazing even if u dont go inside just looking at it up close is like wrow :0 and if u dont cross the bridge but keep walking down south bank u’ll get to london bridge which is like a classic(tm) london sight and the view across the river is so pretty and they also have the hms belfast there which is pretty cool. and then OK some other places in london i love that u should see if you can: 

brick lane. if you’re here on a weekend sunday is probably the day to go. it gets super busy but they have a huuuuge food market which is amazing and a million vintage clothing shops if youre into that. and also the vibes when its busy are fun tbh its.....bustling. but if u dont go on a sunday most of the shops are still open anyways if u dont wanna deal w crowds

camden. again, stereotypical tourist place but if u venture out of a little bit and dont just stay by the lock and market theres a lot of super cool and pretty things to see. regents park is lush and the view from the top of primrose hill is gorg and the walk from camden through all the posh streets is rly nice you’ll feel boujee as hell

sky garden. suuuuuch a pretty place, amazing view and just generally such a cool thing to do. why would u not want to go to an indoor garden on the top of a skyscraper?? i recommend going at night, it has a much cooler vibe. also its free!! if u go after 9.15pm on a weekend u can walk in for free which. i think beats the london eye view by a mile and u’ll save like 50 quid or something ridic

notting hill. just as an area in general its soooo pretty, when i first moved here i used 2 live near and i would go so often just to walk down the streets and feel like i was in a movie ajhfksdhf. portobello road antiques market is amazing but does get really busy but tbh even if u dont go when the markets there its still just so cute & fun to walk around

hampstead. not just cos of harry kasfjkhsdkjfh. its genuinely such a cute and quaint area and it feels so Out of london its green and posh and you’ll feel inadequate but its great. hampstead heath is massive and theres so many cute dogs being walked that its worth going just for that tbh adhdfgdh

also a tip: if u can i would recommend getting buses rather than just always relying on the tube. the tube is gross and cramped and way more expensive than the buses. and being above ground means u actually get to see things and if u sit on the top deck sometimes u genuinely get amazing views that u would prob pay an arm and a leg for if u got one of those Official Tour Buses. but yeah adkhgkdjfhdkfg i think thats everything omg enjoy ur trip and ur harry show!!!

[leavengersassemble]

So under the cut is my guess at the general timeline of events that happen in Thor Ragnarok based on everything I’ve seen/read so far (obvious spoiler warning). I’ll be putting asterisks next to everything to indicate my certainty for each event:  * - I’m guessing more than I am certain, but still have some info that backs it up ** - I’m sure at least some part of it happens, but may be wrong on little details *** - I’m 99% to 100% certain it happens 

- ***Movie starts with Thor fighting mini/low powered surtur. Thor’s been cruising the galaxy for two ish years now just going on wacky adventures with his hammer.  - ***Something happens which draws Thor back to Asgard  - **When he arrives in asgard some sort of play is going on (retelling the events of the first movie) and it’s during this that Thor either realizes Loki is impersonating Odin, or confronts him about it - **Hela invades Asgard and starts some real bullshit. This may actually happen before the play scene / be the reason thor comes back. She may potentially kill some or all of the warriors 3 + Sif.  - ***Thor is pressed as hell and drags Loki’s ass to earth to find Odin - ***Some girls ask Thor for a photograph and Loki eye rolls all the way to phase 4  - **On earth Dr Strange apprehends Thor and offers his assistance in finding Odin because he doesn’t want Loki on his planet either. Odin has lost his memory and goes around acting like a crazy hobo, declaring the world is ending. Not sure if/when Thor and Loki actually find him.  - ***Hela gets wise to their plan and confronts Thor and Loki in an alleyway and destroys Thor’s hammer.  - ***Thor and Loki book it tf out of there and try to get back to asgard on the Bifrost.  - ***Hela apprehends them and takes them both out, first knocking Loki off and then Thor.  - ***Thor lands in Sakaar, the dumpster of the galaxy.  - ***Thor is captured by Valkyrie and taken to the grandmaster through the willy wonka world of pure imagination tunnel. (This was in the comic con footage)  - ***The grandmaster decides he’s a good candidate for the gladiator matches and throws him in the holding cell with all the other competitors.  - ***Thor meets Korg and Korg gives him the rundown on the grandmaster / sakaar. Basically the grandmaster “owns” everyone on Sakaar and no one is allowed to leave. Competitors are forced to fight to the death in the ring and theres one opponent in particular that has never lost a match and is the Grandmasters favorite. (spoiler alert: it’s Hulk)  - **This is where I start to get really shaky on the timeline because I’m not sure where Loki fits into the picture. Obviously he landed on Sakaar too but somehow weaseled himself into the Grandmasters good graces just enough to keep from being thrown in the ring himself - *I’m assuming the Grandmaster offered Loki some kind of deal where he chooses and competitor and the Grandmaster chooses a competitor, and if Loki wins he gets something (like his freedom, to leave sakaar, etc) and if the Grandmaster wins Loki has to do something for him, but idk what.  - **So then Loki discovers Thors there too and obviously picks him to be his champion because he knows Thor is almost unbeatable.  - ***This is when they shave Thor’s hair and get him ready for the match.  - *They throw Thor in the ring and Loki has to announce who he’s chosen as his competitor. Instead of hyping up Thor he makes fun of him which pisses Thor off and he’s like “Loki you’re embarrassing me!”  - ***Then the big oh shit moment comes when the Grandmaster introduces his opponent and it’s Hulk.  - ***The beginning of London Bridges by Fergie starts to play in the back of Loki’s mind because this is the ONE fucking opponent that could beat Thor’s ass.  - **Thor goes “YESSSS!!!! Loki, look who it is!” and starts trying to chat up Hulk. “Where have you been, everyone’s been so worried about you! I don’t hang with the avengers anymore, it all got to corporate.” He turns to the grandmaster and says “We know each other! He’s a friend from work!” Back to the Hulk “So much has happened since I last saw you, blah blah blah, I lost my hammer yesterday, blah blah blah, I went on a journey of self discovery then I met you”.  - ***The Hulk clearly doesn’t remember/give a fuck about Thor and starts trying to murder him.  - ***Thor’s like “you’ve gotta be kidding me” and starts fighting for his life.  - ***Cut to Loki and he’s grimacing while Thor gets his ass kicked.  - **I’m also really shaky on the next series of events. Something happens in the ring that stops the match / leads Loki to flee. Your guess is as good as mine.  - ***Loki makes a break for it. Valkyrie apprehends and captures him.  - ***Thor and Hulk are now sitting together in a waiting room and have the “Hulk like fire Thor like water” conversation.  - ***Thor confronts Valkyrie and asks for her help in defeating Hela. She wants to know if he plans to do it alone. He says “Nope, I’m putting together a team”.  - **Valkyrie is super skeptical of this because Hulk is in the back going “No team, only Hulk!” and throwing shit. Valkyrie says she has someone that might be able to help.  - ***At some point after this Hulk shrinks back down into puny Banner and he asks Thor how he’s been and compliments his short hair. “you cut your hair, it looks good on you!” “Oh you think?”. They also have the “you and I had a fight recently” “Did I win?” “No, I won, easily” “That doesn’t sound right” “Well, it’s true” conversation.  - ***Valkyrie: “This team of yours, has it got a name” Thor: “Yeah its called the.....revengers” Valkyrie: “The Revengers?” Thor: “We don’t have to have a name, we could have no name”.  - ***Valkyrie brings them to her “person who might help” and it’s Loki tied up in chains. He goes “Surpise!!!” and Thor throws something at him because he’s pissed Loki tried to escape the planet without him.  - ***Bruce says “Last time I saw you you were trying to kill everybody, how you been” and Loki replies “It varies from moment to moment”.  - **Operation escape Sakaar begins. Bruce is flying a spaceship with Valkrie operating some kind of machine gun thing in the back. The rest of the planet goes into full riot and Korg from before is seen fighting with everyone. Thor and Loki are probably on the ground fighting at this point.  - ***“The Revengers” make it off Sakaar and back to Asgard. They confront Hela and her minions on the bifrost  - ***This is where the rest of the movie goes completely blank for me as not a lot of the third act has been shown in trailers. All we know is there’s a battle on the bifrost and a huge battle for Asgard. “What were you the god of again?” Thor does the lighting eyes thing.  - ***Hela can summon unlimited weapons at will.  - ***Fenrir and full powered Surtur show up and hulk fights them both.  - **There’s also a Thor / Hela fight inside the castle. This is where the “I’m not a queen or a monster, I’m the godess of death” line comes in.  - ***Again, really no idea how the rest of the movie goes down. All we know is Thor somehow ends up flying through outerspace and landing on the Guardians of the Galaxy’s windshield (this is in the infinity war footage). 

Other random details: - Heimdell has gone rogue, no idea how he fits in  - The warriors 3 and Sif are definitely in it, but how much of a roll they’ll play is uncertain  - Hulk doesn’t want to turn back into puny banner  - There’s a scene where Hulk punches Loki and fist bumps Thor - Hela is said to be one of the most interesting villains in the MCU to date 

[chchtrenbus]

I went to Wales today, to photograph a girl I messaged on the internet. Her room was so messy. On the way home, I stood at Cardiff Kingsway Stop GQ. The bus seemed to be late and each coach that came was not the one home. A woman came by me, and asked whether she had missed the one I was waiting for. We ended up talking, then we went to stand together, then we end up sitting and yet all of the minutes gone by.. The coach had not come. The operator on the line for the company told us that it would be 45 minutes from now, meaning we would get into London Victoria very late. She then offers to drive me home. Two others join us. A girl who is going to Comic Con, she has packed her outfit in her bag. She is very small, did not eat at all when I was in her presence and had interesting views and a lifestyle I’d never got so close to in all of my cancelled friendships over the last few [teenage] years. The boy studied Physiotherapy, and I could have fucked him in the toilet if he let me. The boy was strange. He played trumpet, listened to old music - Teenagers in Love [which is what our designated driver had on her CD ‘Summer of Love’} - and then wanted to state about how boring he was compared to the rest of us sitting in the car.  

The driver.

Lets talk about the designated driver.

So, she works at a law firm. Is it bad that I completely forgot the details? Well yes, she works at a law firm and lives between Cardiff and London. She seemed a bit of a shambles but it was pulling me more towards asking questions about her life. I am going to text her some skincare recommendations. We stop at her house before we started to drive on the motorway to pick up her air-fryer which in her eyes, was a mini RTD2. Forgot to mention, we also had to drop her ‘ab slider’ off at the office before this. It was a large glass building, where her firm occupied all levels. The bathroom in the lobby was beautiful and well lit. It did not smell of much in there. Our drivers car however, smelt of Burberry, Weekend. Continuously sprayed over us, maybe one of us carried a stench? The time it passed in the car, the CD came on, we all got to know each other better.

As the car pulled into the city I call home, all of us flying our way down the motorway in the Burberry smelling box into Ealing, we ended up on the topic of star signs. Turning out that all of us had ‘compatible’ star signs which began to fulfil the belief in star signs in my head, as the dynamic in the car was insatiable, open, comfortable and nothing I had so closely felt before - with exception to meeting the woman who owned that huge warehouse photo studio in Peckham in Autumn 2016.

It perplexed me as earlier in the day, the girl who I came to Wales to photograph, we also saw that our personalities blossomed over the others in constant. Turns out, her mum is into astrology, and she said she’ll read my birth chart and figure some things out for me!

Back to the car.

We are on the topic of star signs, ble ble ble.. Then! Our designated driver begins to ask the Libra boy… “so… me and a Libra man are on a break you know? Having a.. breather? What are Libra men looking for???”. Two hours before this, she mentioned a man, who is a friend of hers, likes her and how uncomfortable it has made her, because she cant see anything with him, even if he is ‘nice’. I had the feeling she’s in love with the Libra. This type of behaviour is like a mirror to my eyes. Then, the pestering began.. Libra boy, what do Libra men WANT!!! Tell me!!!! I need to know, don’t tell me that you don’t date and the girls in the bars in Wales aren’t what you’re looking for! Tell me” The persistence converted the topic into something much more serious than just a passing relatable thought between us about star signs. Our designated driver had big feelings and boy were they filling up the car, quick!

Shortly after this, we arrive at Hanger Lane, in Harrow. We exit the car, say our thanks. The girl who was in a different way, went to meet her father with heavy bags on her shoulders. Libra and I walked to the station and both went to use the metal bathrooms. Wow, the bathrooms were unusual. Metal walls, metal everywhere. But the dryers.. the dryers were old! The dryers were DRY! Must I mention, the other girl who was with her father, also was in the bathroom, and we ended up talking between the thick metal walls of the cubicle. “So, Can I take your photograph? Can I come to a rally in Snowdonia? I love the makeup” I ask, I pester, I let it be known that I want her in my camera!

We now are on the platform, separated. Libra on one side, with me. Girl on right with her father, they’re getting on my train also. I say bye to Libra, give him a hug and wonder if I should have said something more. The hug was an experience. The air was chilled but not too cold, my coat stench of damp rain from Wales lingered. Hugging. Feeling his hip push against mine, he was not a stranger anymore and neither was the bones on his body. Lower body. Push UP.

No no no no. Train is here. BYE. Lovely to meet you, lovely to spend time with you, call me if you’re in my area, lets grab a drink! Have a good journey back to Wales on Monday! Yikes..

It’s gotten to that point where my ovary is asking me if I am truly okay.

Back to the platform, standing on the right, I shuffled over. With girl and dad. Dad has the most unique glasses, I find out on the train that he used to be an optimetrist. Decided for a career change and is now a daytime tV video editor at a big television channel in White City. This is great but also, what will happen when we all stop watching TV, TV? TV TV TV. That type of TV? Lets cross that bridge when we get to it. Hmm.. So yea… We’re sitting there and well he is just talking and I cant really hear much but I keep nodding. His daughter is looking away, then looks at me every now and then, and she smiles. Theres a sense of discomfort in her eyes, but it was my stop. Say your goodbyes and get off the train, then go on in your bubble away from all of the bubble inside that car. Playing Teenager in Love. Playing Sh Boom Sh Boom with it’s much too excited trumpets, that scare you the first time you listen to the song and possibly 6 times after.

Todays life lesson was, not much of a life lesson but more of a dose of life. To leave your bubble and to move and connect.. wow does that do something. It opens up opportunity to believe that not everything is as intense as it may feel. Not everything is as big as it seems. As to you it’s a big project but to a stranger, it could be a slice of nonsense handed on a well decorated plate.

Lets keep it moving! No bubble behaviour, I am trying to breathe outdoors.

[harryisntstraight]

hey bethan! i'm going to london in a couple weeks and i was wondering if you have any recommendations for things to do or like nice areas to visit! i'm going by myself and i'm not a very outgoing person so like no pubs and stuff skjdhsd more like quiet things to do! if you can't think of anything just ignore this ksdjhf

oooooh hey!! sure omg, i think if you like quiet things where u dont have to interact with people then the parks are always a good idea. hyde park is such a nice place to rent a bike and go for a ride, u can see kensington palace and the serpentine and its just lush this time of year when its like 4/5pm and the sun is starting to set!! regents park is also really lovely especially if you walk up primrose hill u get a super nice view of the london skyline and if u go pretty early in the morn there’s not many people around. and going for a stroll through primrose hill to camden is lovely bc the streets are really gorg and there are super cute cafes and little shops and pretty houses to gawk at. camden itself is always a cool place to visit as well, its always really busy and a bit stereotypically touristy but it’s def cool to see and walking down the canal and seeing all the boats is so nice. also around that area u have notting hill which i loveeeee again its just really pretty and picturesque and u have the antiques market on portobello road and a load of little cafes and restaurants and instagrammable things. if u like museums i would 100% recommend the natural history museum in south kensington its my faveeeee like even the architecture of the place is incredible and its free!! also the v&a museum is right next door to and i love it in there too. i also personally really love south bank and like its pretty stereotypical but i do think its prob the most London(tm) thing u can do, like the view of big ben and parliament and the london eye from the embankment bridge is prob one of the most iconic(tm) london views and just the general vibe of south bank is so fun and lively. and if u keep walking downwards towards london bridge theres a huge market stall selling secondhand books, a load of cafes, a really cool view of east london and the city outside the ITV studios. and if u carry on walking u get to the tate modern which is a supperrr cool art gallery and the millenium bridge which u can cross to get to st pauls cathedral which i 100% recommend going to see because its really beautiful and amazing!!! yeah omg this is v long but i hope this helped a lil bit and was kind of what you had in mind sjdkhfsdhf feel free to ask if you want anymore info!!