#big fan of movie nights

[artemis-73]

Suptober Day 7: Thankful

It doesn't feel real. For the first time in weeks, the fog is lifted from Dean's mind, and his heart isn't an open wound in his chest. Cas is sitting in the backseat of the Impala as they drive back to the bunker. He's alive. Dean could reach across the backseat and touch him, and he'd be flesh and blood.

They catch Cas up on what he missed, though Dean redirects the conversation when Sam lingers too long on how much Dean had been drinking. What's past is past, and Cas is here and alive. As he drives, he spends more time looking at Cas in the rearview mirror than at the road in front of him.

When they get back to the bunker, after Cas and Jack have met for the first time, after everyone's starting to turn in for the night, Dean drags Cas down to the Dean Cave to watch a movie.

"Dean," Cas protests half-heartedly, "you need to get some sleep."

"I'll sleep when I'm dead."

"That's not funny."

Dean ignores him and grabs an old faithful: The Lost Boys. He knows he's going to fall asleep halfway through, anyway. "'Sides, you missed a bunch of movie nights. Time to catch up."

As they settle into their respective recliners, Dean turns to look at Cas and finds himself already being watched. Cas's soft, steady gaze makes his throat tighten dangerously. He wishes they were laid out in his bed, close enough to share a pillow.

His heart is beating loudly in his chest, a steady repeat of alivealivealivealive. He doesn't have anyone to be thankful to because Chuck sure as shit didn't do anything, but he's brimming over with it.

"I'm glad you're back, buddy," he says almost normally.

Cas's lips quirk into a small smile. "I'm glad I'm back."

Dean forces himself to look away first. He can feel Cas watching him right up until he falls asleep.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Do any of you remember Scott's games before FNAF?

[orbmanson7]

Not seeing many mention this, but I want to point something very important out about the new FNAF trailer especially, in case you haven't noticed...

You see these guys? This is not cgi. These are actually fully-created animatronics developed by the crew at Jim Henson's Creature Shop.

These things were purposefully designed to look as close as possible to their video game versions, and to be as absolutely unsettling as the well-known 90s animatronic versions of Chuck E. Cheese and the Rock-afire Explosion.

Clearly, they pulled this off phenomenally well for this film!

These designs are intricate while also staying very close to the original character designs seen in the games, which proves how dedicated the team behind this movie really is about making a true-to-itself FNAF film! Seeing the quality on display here in just this first official trailer gives me some very high hopes for what we'll get to see in the movie once it comes out this October!

[68spidey]

Albino night fury for my HTTYD3 concept remake thing

[transformers-synergize]

How does your Wheeljack feel about King-Kong?

I G1 one enjoyer I see, I get the references ;)

Ok, but to answer the question, yes, he does in fact like King Kong, along with many other pieces of human cinema, especially the ones with giant monsters or dinosaurs. wheeljack is always looking for inspiration for new projects/inventions, and being on Earth has provided him with tons of new inspiration.

[stardestroyer81]

You ever wonder how Mike is going to keep seven foot tall animatronics out of his office with a flimsy door in place of the ones we're used to?

[applesaucefilledsocks]

Purple Guy 🔪

Im a big nerd and I love fnaf <3

[nic-is-the-worst]

Watched 2!!!! Creature features staring Star Trek actors (the girls Kirk & McCoy) and to be honest I had a blast

[rogerrrroger]

For the requests, could we get a pink toy freddy? Love that little guy

Sure! I got a little confused because toy Freddy is not a very little guy so I just assumed you meant plush Freddy :) hope that’s alright

[ribbon-paws]

begging people to be normal about human x nonhuman relationships in fiction where the nonhuman is fully sapient, age of consent, etc, but isn't shaped ANYTHING like a human

[whysopasta]

day of the dead (1985) might be my new favorite horror movie

[watery-melon-baller]

there is something so funny about me pulling up to tumblr after vanishing for a few weeks, losing my shit over spiderverse, only to log in and find every single one of my mutuals losing their shit over nimona instead

[foolbo]

ive been on a horror movie kick so if anyone wants to reccommend me horror movies thatd be cool

[antvnger]

Not me adding this to my “Clean the House” playlist

Oh yeah and my “Dance Party” playlist too, duh.

[cottoncandyjojo]

Exactly

As a big fan of Mario and fnaf I completely agree lmao

Critics reviewing the Mario movie: It’s just a bunch of goofing off with no real story.

Mario fans: Yes that’s what we want.

Critics reviewing the FNAF movie: It’s just a 2-hour lore dump.

FNAF fans: YES THAT’S WHAT WE WANT.

[ttsukiimi]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ F⍣CK HER ‘TILL SHE SORE!

★ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ⎯ He’s not addicted to your cũnt—he swears. He swears even as he’s forced the fourth ōrgasm out of you tonight; and there’s more to come.

★ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ⎯ gojo x fem!reader, toji x fem!reader, choso x fem!reader, nanami x fem!reader, smut (mdni), tit play, multiple örgasms, size difference (choso), slight còckwarming (nanami), reader referred to as (princess, baby, doll, good girl)

✧･ﾟ𝓖. 𝓢 ✧･ﾟ

Gojo didn’t even know how he even initially found himself inside you—it was like one second he was cuddling closer to you as his eyes glued to the tv, then another your leg was hoisted over his waist as he jerked his hips into you repeatedly. Was it his fault? Had he begged you to let him put just the tip in? Yes.

But you had given in, and that in its own was your mistake.

“Stay still, princess, wanna give it to you good,” he whispered in your ear, the way his shaky breath fanned past your neck causing goosebumps to bloom on your skin. You nodded, though it wasn’t a promise, and tried to take each passionate thrust of his girth he gave to you.

You were clutching the couch pillow for dear life, whining as you felt euphoria rock through you so pleasurably for the umpteenth time that night. The movie playing had long been forgotten—only serving as background noise, and to Satoru a nuisance since the sounds drowned out your heavenly moans.

He huffed into the skin of your neck, determined to now make you louder, and a hot slap landed on your left cheek, effectively coaxing a loud yelp from your lips. “Mh—!”

And you were sensitive by then, his seed dripping from your battered cunt, your body shivering and thighs quivering, but even then he was set on urging one last orgasm out of you.

Or two.

Hell, he couldn’t even promise it wouldn’t be three. But he just needed to stay inside of you.

Satoru’s hands came up from behind you before they latched onto your chest, groping your tits as he muttered lewd words in your ear.

“You like when I fucking play with these pretty tits, hm?” He kissed your shoulder, and you felt a smile form against your skin as the only thing you could let out was a weak whine—too drunk on his dick to speak. Satoru groaned at the sound, his lips finding your pulse point as he spoke.

“Always so dumb once I get inside you,”

✧･ﾟ𝓒.𝓚✧･ﾟ

Choso doesn’t have an exact idea of why he loves being buried inside you so much; perhaps it’s the way you sound, the way you feel, or the way you look—tears in your eyes and all—but he does know that he’d die happy if that meant he was inside you in his last moments.

And he absolutely adores every minute that he is.

Because with how much your greedy cunt is pulsing around him, and your manicured nails are scratching red lines down his back, Choso thinks he’s really found heaven. Right between your legs.

“Baby, slow down, Cho,” you whined, your sight obscured with tears though you could still make out the image of his sculpted body over yours, and he’s so big compared to you.

Sometimes he might forget that—but could you blame him though? Anyone would forget about some mere size difference when inside your addictive pussy, and he proved to be that anyone.

Choso leaned forward, and in the process his hair fell forward, framing both yours and his face. His hands ventured up your body and found their place on your chest, squeezing the meleable flesh.

“‘S okay, you can take it,” he mumbled, pressing a quick kiss to your lips, uncaring of the slight drool dribbling from the side of your mouth. With each thrust the course hairs at his base tickled your clit, stimulating you in a way that felt so good your whole body was quivering with pleasure.

“Just..one more, baby,”

✧･ﾟ𝓝.𝓚✧･ﾟ

Sometimes Nanami finds himself wondering just what you do to him, how you’ve changed him in ways he couldn’t himself in the past years you’ve been together. He can't help but smile when he sees your infectious smile, and he melts when he hears your sweet laugh.

But, above all, you've created an addiction in him. One that he seems to think about every waking moment; even at work, and that’s new territory for him.

What’s worse is that you know. Always teasing him about how pussy drunk he is, how he’d really do anything just to be inside you—not like he’s denying that—but he can’t retaliate with the way the tips of his ears burn pink. So, he’ll prove it.

“Kento, what’re you—“ you cut yourself off with an uneven breath, eyes rolling to the back of your head in tandem with the way he pushes himself into you.

His strong arms are wrapped around you, keeping you in place, but he strangely doesn’t begin to move. The reason being—well, he’s testing himself. His resolve, his patience by not moving a single inch, even while being compressed by your tight warmth.

Which is proving to be a challenge already for Nanami.

“Proving to you that ‘m not—“ he halts, groaning and gritting his teeth as you slightly shift, causing a grin to flourish on your face.

“That you’re not what?” you retort, pushing your hips back onto him, taking him in deeper than he already was. Your hand reaches back and caresses his face, cooing above his lips. “Know you wanna move. ‘M not stopping you either, ken.”

You’re so close to his lips Nanami could move an inch and they’d touch, but he won’t, of course. But…when you’re fucking yourself on his cock, moaning out for him to hear, to tease him, Nanami thinks maybe there isn’t anything to prove.

Maybe he is drunk on your pussy.

✧･ﾟ𝓣.𝓕✧･ﾟ

Toji knows of his slight compulsion towards your pussy. His tendency to always want to be inside is truly something that needs to be studied—because there’s absolutely no way his sex drive should be this significant.

Admittedly, he is aware of his addiction, but will he take any action to try to change his behavior? No. That then becomes your problem to tackle, but you have the perfect solution.

“A what?” Toji mumbled, licking the scar on his lip as he creased an eyebrow upwards in confusion. You were sat on his lap, your arms looped around his neck and you began to speak.

“A Sex ban, Toji.” you attempted to suppress your grin when you saw the confusion on his face only deepen, and a big hand came to cup your cheek, forcing you to look at him.

“‘M not for all your little games today, doll. Got a mission tomorrow and y’know what that means.” he sighed, his free hand holding your waist, slowly sliding to the waistband of your shorts and beginning to pull them down.

“But, really baby, we—you need a break.” you protested, but just couldn’t counter back with the way his rough and thick fingers were already playing with your folds, gathering your essence.

Quickly, his lips were on yours and that shut you up, which gave him time to free himself from his sweats and enter you in one, swift motion.

He wasted no time in holding your hips and bouncing you up and down on his cock, a smug smirk on his lips as he looked at the way your eyes rolled back in pleasure. You weren’t one to talk about a sex ban when you could hardly even let him go on a mission for more than 2 days without complaining about how much you missed him and his magic dick.

“Now ya just be quiet and take what I give you, yeah?” he breathed in your ear as his big hands groped your tits, fingers playing with your hardened nipples. The pleasure coursed throughout your body so deliciously, already causing your thighs to begin quivering and your pussy pulsed around him, greedy to suck him dry.

“Good girl,”