#blakes listener deserves better

[thesolaireslawyer]

How do I sign up for the Blake hate club? Like actually fuck this dude

[joetoyesleg]

adrian blake enscoe as little brother you feel like a little brother to me :(((( i think canonically im his age? little brother i want to go back in time and save you and big brother

also this bad screenshot from my bootleg like u are perfect. so sorry your big brother is making you pray instead of dancing with your friends

[howi99]

From the Nest 28

Jaune and Vernal: *laughing together, sitting on a park bench*

Blake: *confused* She was at his throat not even an hour ago and now they're just... Laughing as if nothing happened?

Sun: *Finally out of Penny's grasp* I think it's cultural from where they came from. *Shrug* Although it's mostly the same in Vacuo, so it never bothered me or my teammates.

Blake: *looking at Sun, even more confused* Wait, your entire team is from Vacuo except her?

Sun: Yep.

Blake: Then... Why not go to Sanctum?

Sun: *looking at Blake with a deadpan expression* I had enough of fighting for my life everyday, i think i deserve taking a break in Haven.

Nora: Huh, is it really that much better?

Sun: Well, i can actually eat without stealing or hunting, so... Yeah?

Jaune: *hearing him* What's wrong with hunting?

Vernal: *rolling her eyes* Don't worry about that wimp, Jaune. He doesn't understand the beauty of living in nature, like us.

Sun: *a bit vexed* Try surviving of rats and pigeons for years and tell me how much "easier" i had it!

Vernal: *pointing at Jaune* That guy had to kill Grimm just to be able to hunt when he was a kid. At least you didn't have ursas and boarbatusks going after you.

Sun: ...

Jaune: *chuckle* She's exaggerating. I only lured them into traps me and my teacher made beforehand. And it only happened a couple of times.

Sun: ... *Looking at his hands* Uh, so that's how it feels to find someone who had it worse than oneself.

Yang: *point to Ren and Nora* You should listen to their story. Now THAT'S what i call having it worse.

_ _ _

Vernal: *frown, looking inside Jaune's travel bag* ... Huh, where is it?

Jaune: Whatcha searching?

Vernal: *still searching* Solstice, you didn't bring it?

Ruby: *ear perking* Hm?

Jaune: Oh huh, i had to leave it back at camp. The string snapped off and i wasn't sure if i could repair it here. *Scratch his head* Had i know Beacon was next to a forest-

Ruby: *leaning behind them* What are you two talking about?

Jaune: *looking behind him* My crossbow I left back home. *Sigh* The string broke off around a day or two before i came to Vale.

Ruby: A crossbow?

Jaune: *shrug* People prefer guns nowadays, but in the middle of a forest? Trying to find ammo isn't really a viable option.

_ _ _

Weiss: You're from Atlas?

Penny: *smiling* Indeed! Though i must say; the city of Vale is oh so much more alive! It hasn't been a day yet and i already made friends!

Pyrrha: *chuckle* You can say that again. I don't remember the last time i could relax without being assailed by paparazzi or rabbid fans.

Weiss: *groan* Gosh can people be annoying.

Penny: *tilt her head* Am i annoying?

Weiss: *shake her head* I meant paparazzi and the likes. You're a bit weird, but that just means you're fitting right in with our group. *Chuckle while glancing at Jaune and company* Everyone here seems to be some level of dork anyway.

Penny: Oh, i see! So you're a dork too!

Weiss: *blink, then smile* Guess i am, if i have yet to run away, uh?

_ _ _

Jaune: *sigh, lighting a smoke* ...

Vernal: *smoking next to him* So? What now?

Jaune: *inhaling the toxic smoke, and exhaling it with a sigh* I don't know Vern. You're like a sister to me, and *dry chuckle* Well, you saw just like me how fucked up relationship can be, right?

Vernal: ... *Looking to the side* We could be friends with benefits-

Jaune: *shake his head* That's not what you want... *Taking another drag* And you deserve better than me anyway.

Vernal: *frown* Not that again. *Grab his arm, whispering angrily so that nobody would hear but him* If it's because of what happened back at the village, it wasn't your fault! I asked for it, you didn't force me into anything i didn't want to be a part of, Jaune.

Jaune: *flicker the ashes away* ... Maybe, but now you're stuck with a target on your back. And it's only a matter of time before anyone notices... *Looking at her with a sad smile* Especially if you show your emotions as much as you do, Vern.

Vernal: *close her eyes, the green flames receding back* I just need a bit more time to control that power, Jaune. I'll be fine.

Jaune: ... *Taking a last drag, then flickering the cigarette off into a puddle* Still, i robbed you of a normal life. I should have refused, give it to Raven instead.

[tentacle-therapissed]

Real talk, I hope those of you who switched up on Amber Heard the moment Depp’s PR team stopped poisoning your brains with disrespectful slander against her feel genuinely ashamed for your utter lack of sympathy and complete unwillingness to listen to the people who TRIED to tell you what was really going on. The same people who argued with me that they ‘watched the entire trial’ when it was airing are now going ‘wait a minute, I thought I watched the whole trial but I don’t remember seeing any of this footage 🥺’ that’s because you never did, you watched the tiktok smear campaign version of events and thought you were better than everyone else for it. You claimed to be more informed than those of us defending Heard without ever actually bothering to get informed. I’m obviously not so spiteful as to shun people who now want to support Amber, because she deserves all of the support she can get, but you all seriously need to have more shame and humility for your past behavior simply because otherwise you WILL be tricked into falling for another hate campaign like this in the future. I’ve already seen it happen with Blake Lively— anyone with a brain could have predicted that Justin Baldoni was bad news even before the lawsuit against him dropped, but no one actually bothers to look into these things themselves anymore because it’s easier to just parrot whatever social media platforms are telling you, which are often carefully cultivated to make you form specific opinions because the people behind it all KNOW that you’re gullible enough to believe them. It’s hard for us as humans to admit when we’ve made mistakes but I’m just sick and tired of people saying shit like ‘we were ALL fooled by Johnny Depp’ or ‘we might’ve been too harsh on Amber’ or ‘now there’s been new information about the trial’ like no tf we were not all fooled, we were not all mocking a rape victim, the information coming out is not new, you need to accept that you’re simply late to the party and re-examine the bandwagon mentality that leads you to just match your opinion with whatever’s the trendy thing to believe at the time.

[devdirt]

Hazbin Hotel Spoilers!! My thoughts on the VAs, and where I go from here.

I'm only going to say a couple of things about the first episode. The voices are bad.

I think Charlie is the only consistently good one and Alastor does sound better with the voice filter on. I think Niffty is okay, I will always prefer the pilot VA. But...listen.

I don't want to be mean about Blake. I'm sure he's talented. But his delivery as Angel is really, really bad. I don't mean in a "bitch about the show haha" bad, I mean it is just painful to listen to. His delivery is not natural, the accent sounds so forced and the tone is grating. He sounds like he belongs in a cringe fandub, not an official production.

Vaggie sounds incredibly dead. I think Stephanie could really work in this role but it sounds like the voice direction is keeping her from emoting half the time. Her register is too low and too plain to give any kind of meaningful performance. She has done low register characters before and knocked it out of the park so that's why I believe this was a mistake on direction's part. She's talented, let her showcase it.

Husk, it doesn't fit. Keith David is talented as FUCK and his delivery is good! But this was a miscast. The original VA was great because he had that jaded old man sound to him, a disgruntled quality that accompanied his character.

Adam...god shut up. I don't know if it's the fact that his song is paced all weird and the dialogue doesn't flow, or that his dialogue is just GOD AWFUL but I can't listen to this man speak. He sounds like he's overacting on stage in every single line, there is no time to breathe between his sentences.

And my wife Katie Killjoy? It's just fucking Blitz. There is no humor in having her sound like this, and the performance has none of the flair as the original pilot VA. It sounds like when a cartoon gets an obvious celebrity who doesn't fit the show because they just wanted to get that person on for an episode.

So yeah. The songs were mid, the jokes weren't funny, and Angel saying "this body was meant to be exploited" was just...yeah.

I'm sorry to the entire pilot cast, I'm sorry you were all replaced when you ARE these characters. A character is their voice, and you all poured your hearts and souls into your performances to make Viv's creations come to life. I don't think she deserved any of you. This is a disappointment for animation at worst and a bad vanity project at best.

I will not be watching any more full episodes.

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

Similar to your faunus MK intro’s, could you do some MK intro’s with the main cast from the early volumes and their future trauma ridden selves?

MK Intros; Past and Future

Ruby: *Twirling CR*Hey! Why is Crescent Rose all scratched up?!? Why haven't you been taking care of our baby!

Ruby: *Twirling CR* I've kept her functioning, even added some features, but as for aesthetics ... Stuff happens.

~~~~~

Ruby: *Coalescing from Petals*Hey, You should know, not everything that happens is your fault, and no matter what happens, there will always be someone at your back and willing to listen.

Ruby: *Twirling CR* I don't like the way you said that.

Ruby: Yeah, well ... I'm sorry but the road ahead will have you questioning that, but you need to rely on your friends the way they rely on you.

~~~~~

Weiss: *Posturing* So, Have we usurped Ruby and become Team Leader as we rightfully deserve?

Weiss: *Cycling Dust* No, she's actually quite reliable. You just need to give her, and yourself, time to grow.

Weiss: ... Are you certain You're me?

Weiss: For better or worse, Yes.

~~~~~

Weiss: *Being set down by Arma Gigas* Hello-

Weiss: *Stepping in on Glyphs* So We learn how to control our Summons? Teach Me!

Weiss: ... No. You'll learn in time.

Weiss: Augh! How do I become so unreliable in the future!

Weiss: ... Was I really like that to everyone?

~~~~~

Blake: *Swinging In*Where's your bow?

Blake: *Shadows in* I don't need it. I have people to protect me.

Blake: Did the Schnee finally leave?

Blake: *Tutting* No Spoilers~ Just, don't hold your breath.

~~~~~

Blake: ... Man I looked better with long hair.

Blake: ... That's all you have to say?

Blake: No, I also have to say that Yang is rather Tasty.

Blake: *Angrily Blushing* SHE'S WHAT?!?

~~~~~

Yang: *Cracking her knuckles* ... Despite how cool the arm looks, I think I'm rather attached to it.

Yang: *Stretching* I appreciate the pun, but the Arm ... the arm was a worthy sacrifice. It was better to lose it, then lose ...

Yang: Lose What?

Yang: Sorry, I, uh, I don't want to mess up the future too much. Just know that you can always rely on Dad.

~~~~~

Yang: *Making last minute adjustments to her Arm* You know, You shouldn't be scared of your feelings.

Yang: *Punching the Air* I don't know what you mean.

Yang: Her ears are pretty Cute~

Yang: You shut the HELL Your Mouth!

~~~~~

Jaune: *Fumbling with his Shield* Huh.

Jaune: *Gliding in with his shield* The Hair?

Jaune: The Hair.

Jaune: Well, A lot of people like it! ... Maybe a little too much ...

~~~~~

Jaune: Hey! You gotta take care of your team, Alright! really pay attention to the things they say and the way they act! You can't- You can't let anything escape your sight!

Jaune: .. Okay???

Jaune: Just- please.

~~~~~

Jaune: *Trying to pull Crocea Mors out of the Shield*So, Do we ever get with Weiss?

Jaune: *Smoothly unsheathing Crocea Mors* No, and maybe ... It's better. F-for now, at least.

Jaune: Aw Dangit! I knew I should've listened to Mom's advice!

Jaune: I have the feeling that would've gone worse ...

~~~~~

Jaune: Wow! The Rusted KNight! You're like, My childhood Hero! I've always wanted to be like you!

Rusted Knight: *Hopping off of Juniper* ... Be careful what you wish for, because you may just get exaclty what you want.

[comphy-and-cozy]

bloodonmyhands - Pierre Luc Dubois

Pairing: Pierre Luc Dubois x Reader

Summary: When you run into your ex at the bar, a kind stranger helps you to take your mind off of him.

Word Count: 3.2K

Warnings: Allusions to former cheating relationship. Alcohol use. Smut (18+ ONLY). Semi-public sexual acts. Oral sex (m + f receiving), fingering (f receiving).

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The lights in the bar are dim and the speakers blare a Classic Rock mix. Patrons mingle in the crowded room, milling about with sweating glasses and thin, flimsy napkins littering the tables.

You, on the other hand, are seated at the bar, watching the bartenders work. Your half-finished tequila soda rests in front of you, waiting for you to down the rest and replenish it.

“Drinking to forget something?” an unfamiliar voice says beside you. In your peripheral vision, you see a tattooed hand slide across the bar, setting his cocktail glass down.

You grimace, savoring the burn of tequila in your throat. “You could say that.”

“Something or someone?”

“The latter, unfortunately,” you say, draining the remainder of your drink. “You?”

The man follows suit, the ice in his glass clinking as he sets it back down on the bar. He gestures to your drink and his own, signaling to the bartender for another round. You can’t help but notice the sheer size of his hand and the tattoos dotted up his muscular arm.

“Didn’t know I needed a reason to buy a pretty girl a drink,” he says. It surprises you how smooth he is; paired with his good looks and that glint in his eye, you get the strange sense of danger. But instead of being scared, you're surprised to find that it sort of thrills you.

“Name’s Pierre,” he says. Pierre.

You give him your name at the same time the bartender returns with both of your drinks. Pierre raises his glass in a toast. “To forgetting.”

“Cheers to that,” you say, taking a generous swig of your drink.

“Who’re you trying to forget about drinking that much tequila?”

Your stomach sinks at the memory the question triggers. You don’t know this man from Adam, but there’s something about him, along with the tequila, that loosens your tongue. Maybe it’d be good to let it out a little bit. “Ex boyfriend.”

Pierre’s eyebrows raise slightly. “You are here drinking over an ex?”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

He glances over at you, his eyes trailing down your figure. Heat courses through you under his gaze. “You seem like the heartbreaking type.”

“Unfortunately not this time,” you reply, a wry smile on your face. You're not really in the mood to re-hash the details, and fortunately, he seems inclined to let you keep your privacy.

"Well, whatever happened, I think it's safe to say that they don't deserve you anyways if they're going to leave a rocket like you drinking alone at the bar over them."

The image of Blake's face flashes through your mind. You know you deserve better, that Pierre is right and Blake doesn't deserve your tears. You might not be able to stop the hurt, but you can dust yourself off and move on with your life.

So you let Pierre flirt with you, let yourself flirt back a little bit. It certainly doesn't harm your ego to have a good-looking man hitting on you.

The sight of Blake strutting into the bar makes your blood turn cold. You feel your throat go dry, your heart racing. It’s the first time you’ve seen him since you broke up and seeing him—feeling his presence—makes your heart ache like the first day.

Pierre’s in the middle of a story, but you stopped listening as soon as you saw the familiar head of hair.

“He’s here.”

Your companion stops speaking, reads the expression on your face; you’re sure it’s one of worry, of uncertainty, of pain. “Which one is he?”

“Blue shirt. Beard. Next to the guy in the black hat by the pool table.” His eyes follow yours, searching until he nods in acknowledgment. Then he reaches a hand to gently touch your face, turning your jaw to face him until your eyes follow. His gaze is grounding, steady.

“You want a shot?”

“Please.”

Pierre flags the bartender down again, this time ordering two shots of Patron. Against the bar, he scoots in a bit closer to you, blocking your view of Blake, which you’re simultaneously grateful for and annoyed by. Somehow, it seems you've acquired a stranger protector. He's also providing a steady stream of alcohol, so you aren't exactly complaining.

Before long, the shots are placed in front of you, along with a small tray of limes as well as a salt shaker.

Your eyes lock with Pierre's as he takes your arm, lowering his tongue to your forearm. It’s warm against your skin, his eyes never leaving yours as he licks a stripe up the flesh. He sprinkles the salt on it, readying the lime. You shiver when he licks your skin again, going slower this time to collect the salt on his tongue.

Pierre lifts the shot glass to his lips, throwing his head back as he downs the clear liquid, not flinching an inch before sucking on the lime. His lips, coated in lime juice, curl up into a smile; it’s your turn.

Your tongue runs over the dark ink on his forearm like you've been dreaming of doing from the moment you laid eyes on him. The salt is strong on your tongue, and the tequila burns your throat on the way down. Pierre's fingers brush against yours as he hands you the lime, sending a wave of heat up your arm. The sharp citrus juice soothes the burn, though it does nothing to quell the heat that's begun to simmer beneath your skin.

He smiles, gazing at you like you're the only person in the room. It's intoxicating, almost as much as the tequila flowing through your system.

“C’mon.”

Pierre takes your hand, leading you through the crowd. You follow willingly until you realize he's drawing you closer to where Blake is standing with his friends, a seltzer can loose in his hand. All at once, you stop, trying to pull back. “Pierre, I don’t—”

“Trust me.”

He says it so solemnly, his eyes pleading. Between the warmth of his hand and the buzz of the tequila, you can't find it in you to say no. So, you leap over the cliff and let him lead you into the lion's den.

And then, once he's led you to the dance floor, Pierre stops, lifting your hand to twirl you around before his hand pulls you against his body. It’s solid, warm, and huge behind you, and you are both impressed and embarrassed at how quickly it distracts you. Transfixed by the slow, sultry beat of the music, it isn’t long before your hips are rolling against him, his hands pressed into your sides. Behind you, you can feel him against your ass.

You’re vaguely aware of Blake’s presence somewhere on your right, but Pierre’s hands tug you closer to him, forcing you to follow his own hips to the beat, silently pulling your attention back to him. Heat pools between your thighs at his strength, the thought of those tattooed arms bracketing your head while he hovers over you and—

Your train of thought exits your brain abruptly when you feel Pierre’s lips grazing over the skin of your neck. Goosebumps erupt over your skin despite its scorching temperature. His breath is hot, his scruff scratching at the sensitive flesh before his tongue darts out to taste; an involuntary moan leaves you and you feel his lips curl up into a smile. He drags his teeth up the column of your neck, nipping at your jaw before his mouth presses against your ear. “He’s watching.”

Your breath hitches in your throat, and without missing a beat, Pierre continues his leisurely exploration of your exposed skin. Daring a glance over in Blake’s direction, you find that Pierre is right: he’s staring, watching this man—this stranger—devour you on the dance floor like a teenager at a high school dance.

You let him, because it’s a wordless statement that you are free to do with your body what you choose, and that includes letting some guy at the bar feel you up on the dance floor. The action is far more powerful than it seems. And it lights you on fire.

Blake’s eyes lock with yours at the same time Pierre’s hands begin snaking their way over your front, roaming over your hips and along your sides, like he’s putting on a show. You let him, partially just because you can, though you'd be lying if you said it didn't feel sinfully good for more reasons than one.

Jealousy ripples over Blake’s face, gaze glued to where tattooed arms wrap around your body.

“He can’t keep his eyes off us,” Pierre murmurs in your ear, splaying his fingers wide over the tops of your thighs. Blake’s face tightens and he abruptly turns away. Pierre breathes a laugh against your neck. “Guess I wouldn’t want to take my eyes off you, either.”

His sultry whisper makes you melt. How is he so fucking smooth?

Your body molds against his for the remainder of the song. His heat leeches into you, hands caressing warmth into your skin until it’s pooling between your thighs, throbbing wantonly. Blake is a distant thought, your main concern being how to keep those two large hands anywhere on your body.

Another song passes, then two, then three, until there is a definitively soaked patch of cotton and a desirous throb between your thighs. Pierre isn't much better off, his erection pressing firmly against your ass with every roll of your hips.

“Come with me,” he says. His voice is low, sultry. You allow him to lace his fingers with yours, following him as he leads you out of the throng of people. Casting a quick glance over your shoulder, your eyes lock with Blake’s one last time before he’s swallowed up by the crowd.

It's not until you register the questionable tile floor and the near-overflowing trash can full of paper towel that you realize he's led you into the bathroom.

“What are we doing in here?”

“You want to make him jealous, right?”

It did feel good, you admit, seeing the envious rage contorted on Blake's face as he watched Pierre run his hands all over your body. After all that he put you through, he deserved to sweat a little, to know you’re off forgetting about him in the arms of another man. So you nod your head yes.

Pierre smirks, and your heart flares at the mischief in his eyes, that sense of danger alerting the flags in your head. It’s intoxicating, the temptation far too strong for you to resist. “He just watched us come in here together. You can put the pieces together.”

And all at once, they do, merging together to create a crystal clear picture. The self-gratification at the image of his face, thinking of all of the thoughts that must be running through his head, makes your head spin with power.

Your heart thuds when you think about all of the things he could be picturing you and Pierre doing. You imagine doing them. You remember the feeling of his lips against your neck, of the heat from his breath skittering across your skin.

The slow, leisurely pace of his gaze crawling down your frame is hard to miss. His eyes return to meet yours, his eyes suddenly darker and a little smirk on his face. An eyebrow raises—a silent question.

It’s your turn to trail your gaze down his body. You let your eyes linger on his zipper before murmuring, “Thank you for letting me exact some revenge on a shitty ex.”

Pierre smiles. “It’s nothing.”

Stepping forward to close the gap between your bodies, you turn your gaze upward to look at him. “Please let me extend my gratitude.”

His smile grows wider and he laughs. “You don’t have to ask me twice.”

Before you know it, you’re on your knees on the questionable tile floor, a stranger’s dick in your hand. Another glance up. “You clean?”

“I know it may not seem like it, but yeah, I’m clean,” he says.

You hum, then turn your attention back to the erection in your fist, the skin smooth as you stroke him. He's hard—you're pleased to know he's as turned on by the prospect of hooking up with a hot stranger in the bathroom as you are—and your mouth waters when you train your eyes on the flushed tip.

Licking a strike up the underside of his length, you flick your gaze up to meet his. Slowly, you work him between your lips, tonguing the vein that runs through the velvet skin. When you pull off, you spit the excess saliva over his shaft.

Pierre groans. "Should've known you were gonna be filthy."

The compliment leeches warmth through you, smiling innocently up at him. "Me?"

"You were grinding up on me way too good to not be a freak in the bedroom."

You laugh, silencing his quip by wrapping your fist tighter around him before you press him between your lips again. Your head begins to bob up and down and you relish the weight of him on your tongue. His eyes are molten as they watch you, eyes absorbing the sight of his length disappearing between your lips.

The grunts and groans falling out of Pierre's mouth are gorgeous, sending heat straight between your legs. His fingers card through your hair, hand coming to rest gently behind your head to keep your mouth on him. When your free hand moves to cup at his balls, he stutters through a sentence of nonsensical words. You do make out a fuck in the middle of it, though.

Pierre chokes out a warning, head falling back in a groan of ecstasy as he pulses warmth over your tongue and down your throat. Dark eyes watch your tongue lick at your lips, cleaning off the excess saliva as you accept his hand to stand up.

“Well, as much as I very much appreciate your thank you, I have something to confess.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“I was gonna make a move on you regardless," he confesses, jerking his head toward the door, where Blake is probably still standing dumbfounded and wondering what you're doing. "He just gave me my opportunity.”

Pierre’s hand grazes your side, caressing your hip very similarly to the way it did earlier on the dance floor. He leans in close, the scruff littering his jaw scratching against your cheek as he whispers in your ear, “Knew I wanted to taste your pussy as soon as I saw you earlier.”

Your breath hitches—you've never done anything like this, and yet you can't help but fall further and further into this man's temptations. There's a chemistry there you can't quite name, the kind that makes your skin hot and starts a low pulse between your thighs.

"Well, don't let me stop you from achieving your dreams," you whisper. You're rewarded with the soft exhale of a chuckle against the shell of your ear, his fingers digging into your sides like he's trying to contain his excitement.

His answer is to slot his mouth over yours, kissing you hotly while his hands explore lower, skating over the curve of your ass before large hands are grasping at it. "Fuck, this ass. Saw it across the damn room in this tight little skirt. Can't tell you how hard it was to control myself when you were grinding it all over me."

You preen, lip slipping between your teeth while he massages the flesh. Your back arches into him, melting under the knead of his hands. A low sigh escapes your throat followed quickly by the soft whisper of his name.

Pierre's hand slinks between your bodies, fingers dancing toward the edge of your skirt. His tongue slips into your mouth at the same time his hand slides beneath your hem and over your panties. You're not sure what to focus on, your senses ablaze with his lips on yours and his fingertips dancing against your entrance.

A gasp escapes when his fingers brush against your clit.

Once he feels the wetness between your thighs, even through the lace of your panties, Pierre growls and begins making a path with his lips down your neck, then your chest, then your stomach, all the way to the waist of your skirt, until he's kneeling before you. His breath is hot against your stomach, a pair of wicked eyes glancing up at you with his fingers between your legs—seeking permission to continue.

You nod, not trusting yourself to speak. Pierre makes quick work of your skirt, shoving it upward to pool above your hips, before he returns to the apex of your thighs. Hot breath skitters over your already hot center, his tongue darting out to tease you. You can't help the whine that leaves your mouth at the tiniest bit of relief.

Two large fingers hook into your panties, tugging them to the side to reveal your center to him. Pierre's eyes grow darker, tongue darting out to lick his lips as he takes in the sight of you.

"Knew it'd be wet and pretty," he murmurs. Pressing forward, his lips brush against your clit when his tongue flits against your entrance. He groans, gutturally, like he just bit into a decadent chocolate cake. "Knew you'd taste amazing, too."

Pierre doesn't say much after that, doesn't need to once he spreads you open with two fingers to allow the space to press his face between your thighs. Your fingers card through his gelled hair, steering him until he's in the perfect place for you to rock against him. His tongue delves deep into your core, tasting you and licking, nipping, and sucking along the way, drinking in the nectar that drips into his mouth while he works you into a frenzy.

A loud gasp leaves your throat when his hand joins his mouth, a finger gliding through your folds in tandem with his tongue. He slips the digit into you, his lips wrapping around your clit to send a jolt of ecstasy through your system. "Tight little cunt you have. Can't believe that idiot would ever let this go. Fucking perfect."

Something about hearing Pierre's wanton groan while feasting on your center earns a gush of arousal and a soft whine of his name. His eyes look up at you while his mouth is latched onto you, and it's the wink along with the flick of his tongue that has you hurtling into euphoria. Your fingers latch into his perfectly coiffed curls, keeping him pressed against you until every last wave of pleasure washes away.

His cheeks are flushed when he rises from between your thighs, lips coated in a sheen of saliva and your orgasm. After darting his tongue out to taste, he's standing up, cupping your face, pulling you toward him to capture your mouth in a heated kiss. The taste of you melds with the taste of his tongue, oozing warmth through your veins.

Your body is still thrumming when he pulls away, hands reaching out to shimmy your skirt back over your hips. His eyes graze down your figure, and the thought of dropping to your knees again flits across your mind.

Fortunately, it seems he's got a similar idea. "You know what else I thought about when we were dancing?"

"What's that?"

"Bending you over and fucking you in nothing but this tiny little skirt."

A fresh wave of arousal rushes through you, making your heart skitter in your chest. "You want to call the Uber, or should I?"

Author's Note: This felt like an appropriate theme for my first ever PLD fic. Dirty, hot, and quick. ;)

Taglist: @lam-ila @ashloveshockey @cellythefloshie @smileysvech @senditcolton

@fallinallincurls

[two-white-butterflies]

is it over now? | c16

Description: You reminisce about a relationship that was never meant to be. Charles moves on - but you stay there.

Pairing: charles leclerc/short!reader

(not really that short, more like 4'11 - 5'3)

yournamelovely: 1989 (Taylor's Version) is out now! I had so much fun being the only feature in the remastered album. Please listen to 'Is It Over Now?' 💙🦋 Thank you for this beautiful opportunity Tay!

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theraindrops4: I'm so proud of you 😭

taylorswift: 💙

nickdevries: Don't forget us when you're famous. - yournamelovely: Who are you again??

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There were many different ways to get over a breakup; some of them included healing, traveling and finding yourself - but how could you get over Charles fucking Leclerc? He was everything that you wanted in a man - dimpled cheeks, monegasque accent, and a perfect family that you adored. He was everything you needed.

When he decided to call things off three months ago. You haven't been the same. "Congrats on your new song with Taylor! I listened to it and I can't believe you both kept it hidden for 6 years?" Selena chuckled while handing you one of Taylor's famous mocktails.

"It was supposed to be in my debut album - but it didn't make sense. Now, I think - it makes absolute sense." you chuckled, staring off to the side. Yep, Charles' new fling was a Slovakian model - who by all means, looked beautiful. Blonde hair and blue eyes, you couldn't find it in yourself to hate her. How could anyone hate an angel?

"Oh come on, we have to catch up soon. You still haven't told me about the thing with Charles." Blake's eyes narrowed, she leaned on the door-frame - eyes trailing back and forth between you and her kids that were running around the backyard. "What is there left to say? Our relationship was amazing - it ended and we're going in separate ways." you simplified, leaning on the chair.

Blake took a deep breath, finally settling down in between Selena and Ryan. "I always thought that you'd end up together," she admitted - although she sooner realized that it wasn't the proper thing to say. "Charles, ending up with someone? He's not the guy that dreams about marriage. Maybe in another life, I'll want something less." you looked in the deep horizon.

"Maybe it was for the better that things ended - you obviously didn't agree on big things. You deserve to be happier." Ryan butted in the conversation, sensing that you were in deep thought. "I guess," you agreed with a hum.

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yournamelovely: quickie mart mwahaha

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yournamelover: WHAT IS THIS HUMOR? HAHAHA

charlos92: please get back with charles

destinyshanggggee: I WOULDN'T MARRY ME EIGHTER

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olenna_markiz: Congratulations lovie! @Charles_Leclerc

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hollyshit2: YOU LOOK SO GOOD TOGETHER

bolld6: the look of pure love omg

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charlesandy/nforever: real eyes realize that she was the one ...

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derivativeofx: The way that he threw it all away 😭

leftovers8: WE NEED AN EXPLAINATION

yournameleclerc: huhuhuhu

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You thought that having the internet hate Charles' new girlfriend would make you feel better - but it honestly made you feel worst. The entire fucking world fucking hates her, thinks that she's better than you - but it wouldn't change the fact that he chose her. It wouldn't change the fact that you didn't blame her.

You would risk the world for Olenna Markiz too.

"There has been a flurry of hate in social media directed towards your past relationship and his new girlfriend. What do you have to say about that?" the interviewer cornered you. The grip on your hoodie tightened - you wanted to buy food, but the Paps found you. "This is about Charles and Olenna, right? I'll be blunt - our relationship did end on a sour note but it's not an excuse to be mean towards her."

"- at the end of the day, we're separately happy. Please stop making rumors about us or about her. Especially her - because umm she wasn't the reason for our breakup. Judging from the posts I see on social media, they're really in love. I wish nothing but the best for them." you smiled bitterly, walking away as your manager suddenly rushes to your side.

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ynandcharlesuniverse: 1 year ago, (Your Name) wrote 'Timeless' for Charles Leclerc. I believe that we were supposed to find this, cuz even in a different life you still would've been mine.

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Charles_Leclerc: With the beautiful girl 💞

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romanempire3: beautiful pair omgg

carlandodestroyer: OLENNA MARKIZ IS LITERALLY MOMMY

obladioblada: does it ever drive you crazy, just how fast the night...

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yournamelovely: World Tour EP ... featuring three songs: lacy, nonsense and vicious.

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nickdevries: LACY >>>

danielricciardo: LACY >>>

chickenpozes34: WE ARE FED

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"Hey!" you waved at the girl beside you.

It was a charity gala - benefiting the orphans of Europe. To your surprise, you were seated beside Olenna Markiz. The girl's shadow seemed to haunt you all the way to Texas. "Hi, it's nice to finally meet you. I'm such a big fan," she gives you a firm handshake.

There was cautiousness in her posture - like she was trying to determine if you were nice or bad. "Likewise, I love your work with Bottega and Mugler." you named, oblivious to the cameras that were pointed in your direction. "Really? Not a lot of people recognize me, to them we're just girls wearing clothes." she chuckled.

"It's hard to be a woman in this economy, but I assure you - there are lots of people who know how to appreciate art." you complimented. It was your dream to be a model - ever since you were little, you were always fascinated with supermodels. Alas, God didn't grant you with the suitable height required. "I just hope that I meet them soon enough," she whispered to herself, before returning her attention to the man on the stage.

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Olenna didn't know what to expect with her boyfriend's ex-girlfriend. A lot of people in reddit spoke about her bluntness, that she was unapologetically human - often lashing out in her childhood star years. There weren't a lot of posts to go along. His ex valued her privacy, rarely even attended any interviews.

To her surprise, she was pleasant company. Often making jokes that she understood and found hilarious. It was easy falling in love with (Your Name) (Last Name), what Olenna couldn't understand was how Charles fell out of love. "It was nice hanging out with you, maybe we could grab some coffee in the future?" she offered, a foot inside her luxury car. "Sure, I'll give your agent my number." Lena agreed.

Happy to have made a friend.

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LET'S NOT PIT WOMEN AGAINST EACH OTHER

WILL FOREVER BE A GIRL'S GIRL

[dyns33]

Rafiq alruwh

I'm not sure yet if this will be a Bane x reader oneshot or not.

I like it like that, but I could find ideas for part 2. My only problem being that I still need to finish others Tom Hardy's characters story, while wanting to write Feyd Rautha stories.

As much as Y/N listened to these stories over and over again, she couldn't imagine the feeling everyone would describe.

The moment your skin touched your soulmate's skin, and suddenly everything became clear, better. A feeling of joy and the burning need to stay by this person's side forever.

It was a rare phenomenon that scientists could not explain. It was completely impossible to know when this would happen, or if it would happen, because fate seemed cruel. Most people either didn't have soulmates or didn't have the chance to meet them in their lifetime. The world was too big and time too short.

There were still skeptics, who claimed that it was all nonsense, lies, invented by people blinded by love or who wanted to give themselves a certain gender. Only those who ended up meeting the person changed their mind, the others remaining too jealous to accept the truth, considering that it was only a romantic utopia.

Y/N wanted to believe in it. She dreamed of meeting her soulmate and experiencing this special moment.

Her parents were not meant to be together. It was visible.

In her entourage, she had an uncle who had had this experience, a few neighbors, a friend, and all had said the same thing.

What they had in common was that they were all good people. Maybe that was one of the reasons.

“You might have had to choose another type of profession then.”

"Mom…"

“I’m just saying that cop is not the most popular job in the world.”

"And I would say that choosing to be a non-corrupt police officer in Gotham is almost like being a saint."

"You'll end up getting killed, long before you meet your soulmate. I'll never understand why you wanted to be a cop, especially in this town."

There came a day when her mother's fears almost became a reality. The day when terrorists took the entire city hostage with a bomb, preventing everyone from entering and leaving.

It was probably not what she had thought when she talked about dying, but for several months, hidden with her colleagues, Y/N thought about her soulmate, trying to imagine this meeting that would probably never happen.

Staying mainly with Blake and Gordon, she tried to hide her pain, but it did not escape Miranda Tate, who took her hand with a gentle smile and asked what was tormenting her.

“We’re going to die here.” Y/N whispered. "I mean, I'm not afraid of that, that's the risk of the job. But… I didn't think it would be like this now. I wish I had met my soulmate before."

"Your rafiq alruwh. I didn't think many people cared about it here."

"My what ?"

"That's how my father called soulmates. I grew up with a lot of stories about it, because he and my mother were related. I prayed a lot to be that for one of my friends, but no. Our destinies are linked, but not like that.”

"Sorry."

"Even if I would have liked him to be mine, I wish him happiness and that he meets his other half one day. A being worthy of him, of his love and his protection. He deserves to be happy. You too, you seem kind. Maybe you shouldn't have been here."

Her words were strange, but Y/N didn’t tell the others. It wouldn't have changed anything anyway. Even though she had discovered that Miranda Tate had the detonator, that she was the real leader of the terrorists, the streets remained controlled by the militias.

As always, they were saved by the Batman. She had never really known what to think of the vigilante, protected by Gordon and hated by everyone else. He clearly wanted to help Gotham, but his methods remained illegal, and not necessarily effective in the long term.

His death was a tragedy, but not necessarily the end of a symbol. Hope was still there, even stronger, and the Gotham police were determined to ensure everyone's safety.

Y/N felt this determination too.

Still, she froze as she inspected the sewers with Blake and Ramirez. They too had a moment of hesitation, as their lamps illuminated a body. A huge body, sitting against the wall, face hidden by this frightening mask.

There had been a search for Bane and his men after the explosion. Witnesses said the Batman fought him, and won, but they found nothing.

Obviously, the terrorist had managed to drag himself here to die.

"What do we do ?" Ramirez asked shyly. “Should we put a bullet in his head ?”

"What ? Why do you want to do this ?"

"To make sure he's dead. I've seen a lot of movies, man, I know the mistakes to avoid."

She didn't approve of the speech, but Y/N agreed, it was necessary to check it out.

Feeling almost stupid, she moved forward slowly, her hand reaching towards Bane to see if he felt a pulse.

She didn't expect the large hand that quickly grabbed her neck before she could touch him.

Fear paralyzed her body, and yet there was something else. An indescribable, incredible feeling, which resembled happiness but more intense, which was absurd in this situation.

Y/N felt so lost that she didn't realize the hand was relaxing, just resting against her skin instead of squeezing and snapping her neck like it easily could have done.

"Habibi…" was the word spoken with difficulty by Bane, who stared at her with an indecipherable expression.

“Let her go right now, you bastard !”

Maybe he was as confused as her, or maybe he was too weak, but the terrorist didn't avoid Ramirez's punch, while Blake grabbed Y/N to pull her as far away as possible.

She stood still, not understanding what was happening, as Ramirez called for reinforcements, proud of having been able to knock out the giant, even though he knew as well as anyone that he would have had no chance. if his mask hadn't been damaged and he wasn't half dead. It was not possible.

Bane couldn't be her soulmate, Y/N refused to believe it. A man like him had no soul, not after everything he had done, and above all why would he be destined for her ? She didn't feel like she had committed a crime that deserved such punishment.

She was probably never going to see him again anyway.

If he survived to Blackgate, he would be locked there forever. Even if she had permission, she had no intention of visiting him.

But the feeling remained there, strong, impossible to ignore, demanding more. An incomprehensible need to be close to the one who had touched her, so that he would touch her again.

Y/N resisted. She gave her report to Commissioner Gordon, forgetting a few small details, and indicating that she did not wish to follow this case, leaving Bane's case to better agents than her.

This seemed to surprise him, as he considered her one of his best people, but he accepted.

However, it was impossible not to think of her soulmate, since the whole town was only talking about him and his arrest. The television was on loop every day, and her colleagues thought they were doing the right thing by keeping her informed of progress.

"They say his face is horrible. I think there are photos in the file."

"I'd love to see that ! I can't imagine that fucker at all without his weird mask. Do you think he has a normal voice without that thing ?"

“I can go get it so we check.”

Ramirez's gaze met hers as he stood, and without her needing to speak, he knew it was best for him to sit back down and change the subject.

Y/N didn’t see the photos. She absolutely didn't want to.

After several weeks, she asked to take a vacation, claiming to still be traumatized by what had happened to her, in addition to the near destruction of Gotham. She needed some time to rest.

Turning off all the screens and her phone, she tried meditation to clear her mind, so she could get some sleep and forget that her soulmate was a crazy, half-dead terrorist who would soon be judged.

This miserable attempt being a failure, she turned her phone back on shortly after midnight, only to be bombarded with calls and messages, coming from several colleagues, Blake, and Gordon.

"What is happening ?" she asked, calling the Commissioner back.

"Damn, I almost sent men to check on you, you weren't responding ! Where are you ? Are you okay ?"

“I’m at home, why ?”

"Don't panic. Blake will come get you."

“Gordon, what’s going on ?”

"He hasn't said anything since his arrest, keeping very quiet, and then yesterday Bane spoke. He asked to see you, giving your name. The other agents are categorical, it's impossible that he knows ot, no one told him. The agent simply replied that you were not on the investigation, and even on vacation… Damn, he…"

“Gordon, what ?”

"He escaped, Y/N. We don't know how. No one knows where he is, or what he's going to do. But since he talked about you, I don't want to take any risks. Don't move, John will come right away."

She could have told him that she knew very well why Bane had spoken about her, and that it was undoubtedly necessary for her to leave without delay, but fear held her back.

Even if it wasn't her fault, what would the commissioner think when he learned of her connection to the fugitive ? He was a good man, but all men had their limits, and she would be the first to be wary of someone designated as Bane's soulmate.

After hanging up, she jumped out of bed to grab her gun and shoes, ready to wait for Blake to arrive in her living room.

Y/N froze in the middle of the hallway, seeing the huge figure standing between her and the front door.

His face was covered by a scarf, his posture a little less proud than in the videos she had seen of him during his city hostage situation, he appeared to be in pain, but it was obvious that if she tried to pass, he would retain her without the slightest difficulty.

“Habibi.” he whispered, and indeed his voice was different without his mask, more human. "What a joy to see you again. More beautiful than I remember or on pictures. Will you come with us without resistance ? I don't want to hurt you."

"Hands in the air." she replied, pointing her gun at him, ignoring the urge to hug him. “Don’t move, my colleagues are coming.”

"I admire your sense of duty and honor, Habibi. But I will not return to prison, ever again. And I will not leave you either. I thought of you every day. Is your neck healed ? I need to repair my wrongs to you.”

“I said, put your hands in the air.”

“So you leave us no choice, Habibi.” he sighed, looking behind her.

We. He said we, and someone gave him her name. Y/N reacted too late, one man grabbing her gun, and the other not holding her shoulder, injecting something into her neck with a syringe.

In an instant, she found herself on the ground, her vision blurring, but her body not panicking, as it was invaded by an incredible sensation. Bane had reached out to hug her, his eyes smiling as he ran a hand over her cheek.

"It's okay. I'm taking you home, rafiq alruwh."

All her life, Y/N had waited for this moment, this feeling, this sentence. She told herself that the stories we said to children were really stupid, as her eyes closed.

[tragically-jane-doe]

THEY TURNED MY GIRL ITSUKI INTO A TWINK?

I'm turning this into a ramble about the first three eps enjoy my psychotic ramblings there's most definitely spoilers

Ep 1

(okay so far this isn't so bad but like since it's a adaptation I expect certain things to like be the same and what the fuck do you mean Mary is student council the name changes are killing me also I hate that they just slapped a regular face mask on ririka)

Also ryōta (Ryan) not being a total lil bitch is actually harshing my vibes

I do like the girl who's playing Mary

Nvm I hate this so much

Id probably like it better if it wasn't ya know a Frankenstein monster at a already established series?

Yumeko is so straight forward wtf she's trying so hard to crazy but like yumeko isn't crazy all the time? Also again first episode why are you both introducing so many people and so much back story give it a minute would you we don't need all this info in the first episode jesus

Ep 2

I need to know who the other twink following suki around is

Omg they're harry pottering house system

I'm going insane why

Simon Barry you deserve torture

I hate suki so much

MOTHER CUNTRESS

Dori is the lesbian in all of us ngl

THE FUCK IS FHAT BEAVER WHAT THE HELL

Why can't we just play the games from the anime they were so much more fun

WHY WAS MARY STUDENT COUNCIL WHATS THE POINT

I hate how they're just telling yumeko everything instead of her figuring it out

WHO IS MICHAEL WHY IS THIS 30 YO MAN IN HIGH SCHOOL (I'm sorry to the actor if he's like 20 but this man's is grown)

Like who tf

Beaver?

Suki girl single earrings are not it

At least they kept with the nail thing

WHY IS RUNA A SHARK?

I do love the hoodie

But why does she have a beaver pet?

OH NO HE WAS ONCE A STRAIGHT WHITE MALE

NO YOU UGLY BITCHES DONE LOOK AT ME

Also so fucking lame he just breaks em?

Like it's such a big moment for itsuki to lose her nails in the bit bet off

This fucking beaver

Also insane to do the houses thing

I love Mary's hair so so much

BEAVER?

What is the point of this

Is Michael supposed to be ryōta? I thought Ryan is supposed to ryōta? Are they like split

THEY KILLED SUKI?

Simon Barry you absolute madlad why do you hate kakaegurui fans so much?

Ep 3

I'm forcing myself to watch this I'm hating it some of these lines are so good and then so so bad

Is Michael supposed to replace itsuki? What's the fucking point of him

Also I'm hating that runa is switching out hoodies it's lame

Death by literally could not even

IS CHAD SUPPOSED TO BE KAEDE

Kirari babe your so much lamer than anime or j live action kirari

What's the point of blake

They made midari into a weird gamer girl? Where's my beauty queen

I'm going feral over how they made Ryan so insignificant omg how can they fuck this up the Russian roulette was iconic

Is this show just afraid of being cool?

I'm sure the ddr nerds are thrilled

ALSO WHERE IS YURIKO?

And since when did yumeko listen to reason?

WHATS THE POINT OF MICHAEL

Also Mary is now yumeko guard dog wtf like what?

Nvm Ryan is making it cool with his lil dancey dance

so lame

That fight was so lame

Ryan is so down bad AS HE SHOULD BE

Omg ew dory is a hero so fucking lame

Well yumeko that was rude

Aight I'm gonna take a break from this hell see you next time on why the fuck couldn't this just be its own thing Instead of a adaptation THEY COULD'VE KEPT EVERY THING JUST CHANGE THE NAMES A BIT MORE GOD

[thesolaireslawyer]

Blake is the definition of doing it all for love and honesty as I finish up these last 2 videos. I'm ready to ride I hate Blake train. However I love the way he's written! He's an amazing take on Yanderes! His actions are not okay by any means! But you could say his heart was an interesting place I guess.. that's my take-

[john-oren]

@therealgraysonhawthorne heir apparent/sassy little diva

@jameson-hawthorne Avery’s boyfriend/the reason I’m going to die early

@xander-hawthorne-is-the-best sweetest Hawthorne but the one who owns the most illegal stuff…

@the-eldest-yehawthorne helps me keep Avery safe so I don’t have anything bad to say…

@zarahawthorne-calligaris just my old employer’s daughter, absolutely nothing more…

@nan-hawthorne mother-in-law of my old boss. Nice woman just don’t get on her bad side…

@emily-laughlin made Jameson and Grayson have terrible trauma. Thought you were dead…

@the-hawthorne-heiress My new boss, but I see her as more like my daughter, she’s a pain in the ass sometimes but I love her anyway

@leelee-ortega Avery’s lawyer/one of the only ones who has common sense

@gothic-cupcakemaster Avery’s sister and Nash’s fiancée, bakes the best cupcakes

@motherfaxingmax bestie of Avery, bad influence on Avery but she’s nice

@evelaughlin partner of Vincent Blake, I have a whole team just to keep Avery safe from her

@rebeccalaughlinsblog Emily’s sister, but has so much trauma that she does not deserve

@theaaacalligaris dating Rebecca, is on my watch list because she got Avery kidnapped

@omg1g1 Grayson’s half sister. I once made the mistake of offering her coffee…

@savannahgrayson Grayson’s other half sister. Reminds me so much of Grayson…

@lyracattalinakane Grayson’s girlfriend, humbles him in ways I’ve always wanted to

@rohan-his-lordships-successor competitor in the grandest game, loves getting on Jameson’s nerves…

@acacia-grayson mother of Savannah and Gigi, nice woman

@mattias-slater bodyguard of Eve IM BETTER

@tobias-hawthorne- my old boss. Thought you were dead…

@theonlyskyehawthornedaughter of my old boss, tried to kill Avery, I have special security to keep Avery safe from her

@gimmechocolatenow- the Hawthorne’s dog, do not listen to her dogs can’t eat chocolate

my actual account @s-rosie

[ilovechubbieguys]

Chapter 3🍓

-lmk if you guys have any criticism i love criticism as long as its respectful!! Enjoy! Chapter 2 here!

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"Blake?.."

He turned around with a sour look on his face. I mean god he looked so diffrent i had no clue it was him.

I mean can you blame me! Its been 5 years since high school. Im shocked he recognized me to fast.

Theres no way hes still mad?! He knows i had nothing to do with any of that. Right? I mean ya i was there but iiii didnt do anything. That was all jenny and her boyfriend. I was simply a bystander. Kinda.. not really.

I do feel bad now that i think about it... he didnt deserve that. No one does. God i was such a little bitch in highschool

------------epic flash back memory------------

Jenny: heyy blake

Blake: oh uh hey jenny

Jenny: i wanted to ask you something

Blake: uh ya sure whats up

Jenny: did you have a date to prom yet?

Blake: no, no i dont why

Jenny: oh ok great! You know my friend y/n?

Blake: ya ive seen her around

Jenny: well she was wondering if youd go with her!

Blake: wait really?

Jenny: ya here ill put her number in your phone!

Blake: ok sounds good

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Long story short it was all a joke. I stood him up at prom just for the fun of it...

I know im an asshole but i couldnt say no to jenny shed ruin me! She was the most powerful girl at school

And ive changed! I could never do somthing lile that to someone now.. i just hope i can make him see that

I walked back to the living room and saw issac was back but blake had left. I dont blame him between his getting yelled at by tanner and being faced with his highschool bully i wouldnt be shocked if he didnt come out till i left.

After a while of talking me and tanner ended up in his room taking turns taking hits from a cart tanner swore was his.

We where talking about everything and everything, you know high thoughts. Suddenly the door bust open "TANNER DO YOU HAVE MY NEW C-" it was blake

He stopped dead in his tracks staring at me, cart in hand mid hit. I froze up not knowing what to do. Was i smoking his cart right now...

I swear im gonna kill tanner.

"Tanner. Is that my cart shes hitting right now."

"Maybe..."

"OMG IM SO SORRY TANNER SAID IT WAS HIS"

"Just keep it i dont want it now that its been anywhere near you"

What. Did he just call me dirty..😧 i looked over at tanner "im gonna kill you."

Some time goes by and i decide i should go apologize to blake and not just for the cart. Tanner told me which room was his and i knock on his door.

*knock knock*

"Blake? Its y/n"

I dont hear a responce so i go in. Hes sitting at his desk playing seige. I take a look around his room. Rugs on the wall? Thats an interesting choice but i liked it.

I asume he didnt hear me so i walk up to his chair and tap his shoulder lightly trying to not scare him.

"Blake?"

He pulls the left side of his headphones off his ear but doesnt turn to you, to focused on the current match hes in.

"Hey blake i just wanted to say im sorry... and not just for the cart. Which i will replace.."

He doesnt say anything but you hear him sigh "ya like id believe that." Fair point

"Im serious blake i dont know why i was such a bitch in highschool you didnt deserve that..." i tried to sound as genuine as possible

"Well you where a bitch and thats that. Now get out"

Oh my god. He is impossible and ya sure im a better person but im still not gonna put up with disrespect "listen blake im trying here ok which is alot better then nothing at all" you say matter of a factly. I notice he had died in his game as his screen lit up red

He stood up from his chair and turned to me "ya hallelujah your a saint, a changed person thats great bye" he got pretty damn close to me for hating me and all

Ill admit him being this close to me made me relize he really was cute... maybe if he didnt hatw my guts hes a nice guy who knows..

But i sure as hell am not giving up this easily.

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GUYS ILL ADMIT THIS CHAPTER WAS NOT THE BEST IM SORRY 😭😭I GOTTA BUILD CONTEXT.

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C R I M I N A L M I N D S ‘ S F A V A L B U M S

JJ first coz that’s my girl - Stick Season (We’ll all be here forever) by Noah Kahan

• the getting out of a small town i hav so many regrets vibes

• THE SONG CALL UR MOM its jj

• it hurts to listen to but she won’t stop she needs a piece of home to cling to even if it’s not hers

Emily coz that’s my girls girl - Punisher by Phoebe Bridgers

• she had never known peace since

• moon song as jemily double ouch

• special mention to funeral in relation to matthew she genuinely cant listen to it. she made the mistake of trying once on the jet and she will never again.

hotch i love him - Wasteland, Baby by Hozier

• hotch loves like it hurts bc it does. all of his love hurts him. but he still loves bc that’s js who he is and hozier is perfect for that i think

• wasteland, baby especially i think in reference to haley. its a hard listen but one he loves he thinks it honours her in a way.

• its perfect

spenecer my habib - Carrie and Lowell by Sufjan Stevens

• i think it’s just peaceful enough but not mind numbing that he can focus on it as well as fall asleep if he needs to

• fourth of july especially for everyone he’s ever lost is a double ouch all these acts of service to try and bring someone back bc he struggles to grasp the fact that when a person is gone, there’s nothing left to do.

morgan - not exactly an album but Tupac’s Greatest Hits is on contant rotation in his little headset thingy (so cute omg)

• all of tupac is like especially upbeat with values and ideals and deep real world reflections and he DIGS it

• especially likes Keep your Head up it reminds him of his mom and ehy he joined the fbi - he wants to help the underdog

• (morgan was DEVASTATED with the tupac beef with biggy)

penelope my girl - the rise and fall of a midwest princess by chappell roan

• she assigns them all their individual songs from the album but she is the avatar.

• she cannot do sad music so this shit is her JAMM

• femininomenon or however u spell it is a personal favourite. HOT TO GO is second

• also shes sapphic even if she only dates men in the show so she EXTRA GETS IT

tara my baby who deserved better is 100% Planet Her by Doja

• Ain’t Shit? her jam she knows all the jams

• woman is one of her favourites.

• her and rebecca sing kiss me more in the shower

luke - definitely tyler but i’m struggling between Flower Boy and IGOR

• he has that kind of i am happy to be loving u kind of vibe even if he knows the world is messed up. he so severely fucks with tyler and the whole rap genre be loved finding references he previously missed he thinks he’s a genius (he’s right)

alex blake - songs by adrienne lenker

• she stumbled across it one day and while it wasn’t the usual stuff she listened to she gave it a chance

• she never turned back

• she likes the retro feel and half return makes her FEEL like nothing else can

• shes complicated okay? not a lot just forever for her son? ouch

kate - SOS by sza

• this one’s hard bc she’s a hard core “feel things? no thank u. let’s rock!”

• i think good days is so special to her in a really quiet way

• j think kill bill makes her laugh really hard

jordan todd i never hated u - good girl gone bad: reloaded by rihanna

• she was so special to me. a wow on the team pre-2010. this was history. either way

• breakin dishes bc she is so happy at counter terrorism but watching emily fight men will always do it for her (they were sapphics ur honour)

• shes a club girly. dont stop the music, umbrella she was living for that shit

elle cutie patootie - Norman Fucking Rockwell by Lana Del Ray

• its hers i can’t

• shes so lana guys “hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me” ????? it’s HERS

• “how to disappear” pls be so serious

jason gideon papa extraordinaire - Tapestry by Carole King

• he misses the 70s gang (so do i (i wasn’t born))

• Home Again makes him cry. he can’t explain it. hee never has to.

• so far away after he left the bau - his heart was basically empty but he couldn’t fill it with any more darkness he had to go. it hurt him so bad guys he literally died from it

matt simmons - anything from my little pony

• i’m sorry guys he recognises they’re killer tracks

• also his 8 million kids he watches it like three times a day

• unironically listens to battle of the bands

• kristy hates him for it.

[mrcarmenile]

real quick thing about blake roman and michael kovach since i know there’s a lot of discourse about it

michael kovach was angel dust at some point in time. by some point in time i mean literally four years ago. he’s now thriving in his other projects and he’s doing an amazing fucking job.

michael’s version of angel dust’s voice was amazing, as was it iconic. but believe it or not, angel dust was not made for michael kovach. michael just had his own interpretation of a pre-existing character.

and now we have blake roman, who also has HIS own interpretation of angel dust. he doesn’t sound exactly like michael kovach, and while he sounds SIMILAR, it doesn’t quite sound like an “impression” - i listen to blake roman’s songs on soundcloud frequently and he definitely has the ability to make that michael kovach-y sound, but he didn’t. he made his own version without straying too far from the pilot’s angel dust, and vivziepop has made it clear that blake’s version of AD really resonates with her.

am i saying blake roman is a better angel dust? no. am i saying that michael kovach is a better angel dust? no. i am saying that both of them have SIMILAR versions of angel dust, one that you might like more and might like less and might feel neutral about. there is no objective “better”, but please respect the decisions that vivziepop (and her team) made for her own show and own characters. no one knows more about her characters than vivziepop, and it all comes down to how she personally sees her own character.

plus, vivziepop stated in an interview that she felt professional singing talent was essential for the main cast, considering the difficulty level that some of the songs would have. not to say michael kovach isn’t insanely talented at voice acting and singing - but blake roman is very experienced in theater and singing and music all-around. plus, like i briefly touched on a moment ago, vivziepop felt a connection with blake’s version of angel dust.

neither blake roman nor michael kovach deserve to be shitted on or compared for the change. yes their voices are different, and yes they’re both great. same thing goes for Addict and Poison - both are great, and two great things can exist at the same time. sure, have your own opinions, but don’t put someone/something else down just because you like a different thing better.

once again, michael has moved on to other projects. we can focus on how fucking well he did on those, as well as appreciating his past work as angel dust - as long as we acknowledge that that work is over.

TL;DR - you can have RESPECTFUL opinions, but don’t shit on blake roman or michael kovach. both of their takes on angel dust are great. yes they are similar, but they are DIFFERENT. they can both exist as two separate, wonderful things. and at the end of the day, michael kovach has moved onto other big projects, while blake roman is entering his first. and, obviously, don’t fucking harass people. ever.

also, please just give blake roman a chance. he is so fucking talented and his performance thus far has been incredible.

anyways, thanks for coming to my ted talk, yet again. happy new year everyone :D

[lookitsaflyingtoaster]

Trudy Time!!

Episode 12 thoughts while listening

Yo, that report is so creepy, that sounds bad

Freddie character name drop! Blake livly

Trudy can communicate with herself?

The original Trudy is speaking trough her!

She sounds so diffrent

TRUDY Backstory!!

->they can all play? In a new rpg?!

She was studying physical education!

The Meryline voice 😂 I can't

Following someone to the bathroom and kissing them uhhh that's not it😬

Oh, oh the horrifying trapping feeling with which the pregnancy is described ->generally love the descriptions of emotions in this episode

She basically got pregnant imidetly after they got married?

SHE WANTED TO LEAVE?! YES YES SHE DESERVES BETTER

I find it so funny how this and the Backstory they made for Tony are just so completely different in tone.

Relish wet? (or whatever his name was) EuGH that sound Design though ewww

This is so freaky, what is going onn

This episode has such a cool vibe, what is going on with Trudy beeing haunted or whatever.

Race-car driver Trudy!

Once again incredible acting from Will

The 5th Sister is such a cool and unsettling monster design aggh

GARDEN SHEERS KILL

Oh no Tucker

I only have like 20 minutes left I'm scareddd0_0

Trudy worrying for Timmy:((

God the Make up lady is so creepy, I love it

Blake is so fun already😂

"How much skin does this Cat have?"