#carrie allen

[givemewallywestorgivemedeath]

Have you ever heard of a speedster named Carrie Allen? I read about her once, but all I can remember is that she’s Barry’s kid. I can’t find any information about her, like what earth she’s from, or who her other parent/family is. It’s been haunting me for awhile, so I figured I should try asking.

Oh yeah, this Carrie Allen?

She's from Batman & Superman Generations 2 (#3 to be specific).

There isn't a whole lot on Carrie? Other than the fact that she exists? She's Barry's kid, she's Kid Flash and she lives on Earth-3839. She later on became the Flash for that universe.

... also Wally married a woman named Magda on this earth and had a kid named Jay West. Jay took over the mantle of the Flash when Carrie retired.

[dc-tournaments]

Why do they deserve to win?

Cassie Sandsmark

Carrie Allen

[banterbat]

where are they....

[oocdc-tweets]

Zesti Cola

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[butchcarmy]

Omg do you have any more to say about sub carmy??? Literally obsessed with the idea😵‍💫

I’m sorry. I had too much to say.

Rating: Explicit (2.3k)

Tags: sub carmy, overstimulation, edging, use of toys (cock ring), praise kink, dom/sub dynamics, cum play, riding, oral (both), face sitting

It’s unreal, the way Carmy unravels so easily at your touch. With the rights words, he’ll come on the spot. It’s hot, but frustrating for you, not because you’re mad at him for coming, but because you’ve never quite had your fill playing with him. Luckily, the two of you figure out a solution:

A cock ring.

“How it feel? Not too tight, is it?” After lubing Carmy’s cock and the toy up, you’ve slipped the silicone ring at the base of his shaft, fitted right above his balls. He’s starting to harden in your slippery hands.

“No, it’s good. Just right,” Carmy sighs. He’s leaned back against a pile of cushions on your bed, clothes shucked to the side. Your eyes follow the rise and fall of his chest before looking back at his cock. Your hands itch to squeeze at his chest, run your fingers through the little curls there, but not right now. You can’t.

“I’ve set a timer for 20 minutes.” You’re walking him through it again as you start corkscrewing your fist up and down his length. He nods through little breathy moans, his curls falling into his face. “If you need to take the ring off before then, what do you say?”

“I’ll say red,” Carmy answers obediently. “Green is good, yellow is slow down.”

“Good boy,” you praise, pleased. Just for that, you kiss the tip of his hardened cock, and his breath hitches. “You’re so good, letting me play with you like this. I’m so lucky.”

“Mm, I think, I think I’m the lucky one,” he mumbles with an amused smile.

“Maybe we both are.”

“Yeah, maybe—ah—“ His words dissolves into a soft moan when he feels the heat of your mouth enclosing around the head of his cock.

It’s such a turn on to see him to like this, to be the one making him like this. As you suck and lick up and down the underside of his length, running your tongue along the bulging veins, Carmy sings for you, breathy and sweet. It makes your stomach broil, your pussy pulsing under your panties.

“It’s only been a couple minutes,” you tease, popping off his cock. You lick at your lips to break the strings of saliva that connect you to him.

“S-Seriously?” Carmy leans his flushed face into one of the pillows with a deep sigh. “I’m not gonna last…”

“Oh, but you will.” As a reminder, your fingers trace the ring snug around his cock. It’s doing its job perfectly. His erection is stiff and pumped with arousal as ever, just what it looks like when he’s about to come, but he can’t. You won’t let him, not until the 20 minutes are up. “Give me a color, Carmy.”

“G-Green,” he stammers, eyes glued onto you. You’re peeling off your sticky underwear and moving to straddle his hips.

“Mm, good.” You’re warming lube in your hands before rubbing it on your pussy and his cock. You’re gonna be riding him for a while, and time is of the essence. “You ready for me?”

“Yes, please,” he whispers, polite and perfect. Who are you to deny that?

“Oh, Carmy baby, you’re so hard for me…” Your folds bracket his bulbous, shiny tip, rubbing all over it. He makes a weak noise as you sink down on him, your hole slowly stretching around him. The lube makes it easier, quicker.

“Fuck,” Carmy whines, chest raising up and down steadily. You’re fully seated on his cock, and liquid heat fills every space inside you. You’re panting, adjusting to his thickness, squeezing and wetting his cock.

“Does it feel good inside me?” You ask, voice sweet and quiet. You run your thumb down his cute little happy trail.

“Feels so good,” Carmy pants, “so hot.”

“I can feel you twitching in my pussy, Carmy.” He makes a small, high pitched noise at that, somewhere in the back of his throat. “You wanna come already?”

“Yeah,” he whines, hips jutting forward into you. It hits a soft spot that makes you stagger, pause for a second to catch your breath.

“Well, too bad,” you whisper, and you start moving.

You start slow, almost unbearably slow. You drag yourself up his cock until just the head is snug inside you. You let yourself squeeze on it for a couple seconds, just to make him moan, before sliding back down the entirety of his length. It’s gradual, it’s steady, and it’s bringing Carmy to tears.

“I wanna come,” he whines, desperate. He’s strewn messily across the sheets. You think his cock’s gotten even harder inside of you.

“You’re not even halfway yet,” you scold him, and he makes a needy noise of protest. “Do you want to stop already?” You know you’re being mean, but you can’t help it. Not when he gets like this.

“N-No. I don’t.”

“Then be a good boy and take it.” You keep riding him at that slow, torturous pace, but you bring one of your hands up his chest. “You what to say when you want to stop. Give me a color.”

“…Green,” he whispers, little beads of tears in the corners of his eyes, and you smile.

Of course. You keep riding him, your pussy slowly and softly sucking up and down his throbbing cock, and he takes it, keeps taking it all.

“You’re so pretty like this, you know.” You start rolling around one his nipples under the pad of your thumb, and his whole body tightens up. “So pretty, so lovely.”

And he really is. God, he really is. You ogle openly at the ways the muscles in his arm go rigid when he fists the sheets, white-knuckles and tight. His tattoos move with the shift in his muscles. The hand that’s playing with his nipples moves to trace the faded triangle of ink on his chest.

“I wanna come on your pretty cock, baby,” you whisper to him, like it’s a confession. He whines at your words, bucking up into you, and you stifle a moan. “Can you handle it?”

“Mm, I, I don’t, I dunno,” he pants helplessly. There’s beads of sweat forming on his forehead. “H-How much longer?”

“You’re almost halfway now,” you inform him with a pleased, almost devious tone to it, and his whimper is so desperate and pathetic it makes you pulse. You’ve never seen him so worked up like this, never felt him so hard inside you like this before.

“Only halfway?” He repeats weakly, eyes momentarily squeezing shut. “Fuck—fuck—okay.” He breathes in deeply in a poor attempt to steady himself, but it doesn’t seem to do much.

“Such a good boy,” you moan, “so good for me.” One of your hands is rubbing at your clit now, pushing you closer and closer to your orgasm. It seems Carmy can feel it, too, with the way his louder and louder moans are timed with the tightening of your pussy. He’s rutting into you to no avail, chasing an orgasm he can’t have. The push of his cock into your hole makes an audible slick noise, over and over.

You lean down to seal your mouth against his bitten, moaning lips, and Carmy moans like an angel into your mouth. It’s messy, hasty, liquid and hot with your tongues gliding against each others. He tastes so good on your tongue. Spit’s smearing all over your mouth, down your chin, but you don’t care at all. Neither does he.

“Fuck, oh, Carmy, I’m gonna come,” you realize, the winding screw in your belly twisting tighter and tighter with each thrust. You pull back to look at him, and you’re squeezing down even tighter at the sight. His eyes are half-lidded and teary, wet and overwhelmed, and his kissed lips are reddened and glossy with your spit. Or his. It doesn’t matter. An even pink flush colors his face. He looks well-fucked, and just looking at him like this is what makes you come.

“God—shhhit—“ Carmy’s mouth hangs open in an o as you orgasm tightly around his cock. He’s gasping for dear life, chest heaving with the effort of it. “Oh my god—“

“So fucking p-perfect—so pretty—“ you’re seated and rutting on his cock through your orgasm that rips through you, blinding you from everything except for Carmy. “J-Just seeing like you like this, it, it makes me come—god, you sound so pretty—“

He moans raggedly from your praise. His thrusts have become much more forceful, much needier. He grinds in you for the rest of your orgasm, reveling in every contraction your pussy has to give.

You’re still seated on his cock when you’re finished coming. Carmy’s at his limit, pleading endlessly for you to let him come. He’s clearly so hard and wound up he can hardly think anymore.

“Please let me come, fuck, please,” Carmy begs. There’s faint tear tracks on his cheeks, a testament to how far gone he is. “I tried, I, I just can’t anymore—I need to come—“

“Shh, baby, I got you,” you soothe him, sloppily pressing kisses to his whining lips. You slide slowly off of him and lower your hands to take off the cock ring. Before you do, you soak in the sight of him rigid and covered in your cream. He’s so hard it looks a little painful. “You did so good for me… I’ll even let you choose where you wanna come. You wanna come on my face? In my mouth?”

“I wanna come on your pussy,” Carmy pleads, immediately honest in his desperate haze, and it sends a dull jolt through you. Fuck.

“So dirty, Carm,” you murmur, breathless with how turned on that made you. You position yourself between him, angling him towards your pussy. “Of course. Anything you want. I can’t wait to see you come. I’m gonna take the ring off now, okay? Come all over my pussy like a good boy.”

With careful fingers, you pull the silicone ring off of his throbbing cock. You barely get it off before white cum shoots out of his cock.

Carmy practically sobs as he comes. You’ve never heard him cry like this before. You’re gentle as you stroke him through his searing orgasm, thinking he must be impossibly sensitive. His entire body shakes as he comes, as the pleasure rips through him.

His cock spurts over and over, covering your pussy in ropes of cum. You push your hips forward and use one hand to spread your tender folds. When his warm come hits your pussy, globs gelling over your clit, you moan from the sensation. He’s coming so much…

His cock releases a couple more weak squirts to dribble down your hand before softening. Carmy’s strewn limply across the bed, taking in deep, steady breaths. His expression is dazed, the look of someone that got fucked hard.

You shuffle towards him, knees still on either side of him when you lean down to peck his face. He makes a little noise of acknowledgement.

“Must’ve felt good, hm?” You smile as his blissful expression flashes with embarrassment. “Never heard you sound like that…”

“Good is an understatement,” Carmy laughs, voice a little hoarse. “I’ve never…felt anything like that. Holy fuck. That was just…”

“Yeah? It looked like it felt really good.” Cum drips down your pussy and off onto his lower stomach, and that makes the two of you look down.

“Let me see.” His eyes are stuck to your pussy, covered in his come. “Closer, please.”

With him laying down still, you straddle further up his torso, legs parted around his waist. You watch his face as you snake a hand down to your pussy, covered in his cum. Your fingers smear his fluid over your folds, bringing them up to your clit, rubbing it slowly… Your hand’s all sticky with both of your orgasms. And through it all, Carmy’s eyes track your hand, entranced.

“You like what you see?” You tease, and the joking way you say it makes the both of you laugh.

“Very much so.” Carmy reaches out and gently swipes his thumb over your cum-smeared clit, and you stiffen. “Fuck…you’re so wet…“

“Mm, yeah,” you say breathily. His thumb’s rubbing your wet clit back and forth. “Hhah—Carmy—“

“Let me clean you up?” His other hands runs up your thigh, squeezes at your ass. “You don’t have to, but I, I really want you to sit on my face.” His thumb presses down harder, and you whine.

“You’re, um, not too worn out? Ah—“ You feel two long fingers pump inside of you, once, twice before sliding out. You gasp.

“I mean, kinda, but…” Carmy brings his glistening fingers into his mouth, sucking on them. His eyes shut briefly as he revels in the taste of you. His fingers pop out completely clean. Fuck. “I wanna see how you taste with my cum.”

“Fuck,” you mutter under your breath. Your arousal is swirling thickly again inside of you, something fierce and devastating. “Yes, god, okay. Please.”

That’s how you end up coming again, riding his face and smearing your cum and his all over his nose, cheeks, and mouth. His tongue is so warm and soft against your pussy, licking over every fold and crevice. You grind your needy clit against the surface of his tongue, stuck out just for you.

When you finally stop grinding your pussy against his face and pull back, you’re greeted with an even better sight than before. He has this pleased, dazed smile on his flushed, messy face, like he doesn’t even care that his skin is covered in fluids. He probably doesn’t care at all—knowing him, he’s reveling in the feeling.

“You’re my good boy, Carm,” you praise him, chest full of affection at the sight of him, and he hums back, just as affectionate.

[filmreveries]

“They’re all gonna laugh at you!”

Carrie (1976) dir. Brian De Palma

[laiiaaa]

It’s pretty well-established that Carmy is addicted to physical touch and acts of service, but he’s also such a quality time lover. He likes the thought of simply…being with someone, without having to be in panic mode. Just very soft, very slow, very in tune with his lover.

Never on his phone when he’s with you. He never liked it all that much anyway, never really got the whole phone thing, and now it’s practically useless unless you’re the one trying to reach him. The second you’re around it’s like it never existed: he’s captivated by you and you alone, attentive to every word or little facial expression, keen only to his moment with you.

Quiet mornings in bed, faces smushed into the pillow, sunlight spilling through the curtains, even if no words are exchanged. Likes hearing your sleep-ridden voice tell him G’morning, Carmy, before you creep a little closer, into his embrace. Will ask you about your plans for the day while busying his hands with the contours of your face, brushing by your jaw and cheekbone, content with the peace and never getting bored of it.

Early walks at dawn through crisp autumn air, listening to you talk about whatever comes to mind as he leads the way, humming along to your story. Waits for you to comment on how chilly it is, or how nice the breeze feels, like it’s the most profound thing you could ever say. You’ll tell him how beautiful the sunrise is that morning and without thinking he’ll let out a deep breath and say I know—and he’ll only be looking at you.

Visiting a flea market, or a thrift shop, or a bookstore, or a cafe, or anything you ask him to, trailing close behind. He peruses at your pace and pays closer attention to the things you look at a little longer. Hushed whispers over your shoulder as he leans in close, looking into your eyes as you speak sweetly:

What do you think about this for the living room?

I like it, baby, anything you like.

Spending his lunch breaks together, whether it’s him coming home for an hour or you stopping by the restaurant.

Grocery shopping together to get as much time with one another as you can.

A lazy day off sat next to each other on the couch, your legs in his lap with his hands smoothing up and down your thighs; catching up on the details missed throughout the week, quiet and gentle laughter slipping by.

Or another, a date night in, record playing and a steak cooking in the cast iron, you glued to his side or on the counter just the same. Coaxing Carmy into a slow dance once the meal is finished—though coaxing might not be too accurate, because he’s awfully willing when it comes to you. Your arms looped around his neck, his comfortable at your waist and hips, swaying in the kitchen.

Thank you for dinner, Carmy.

‘F course, baby, with a gentle kiss, and you know he’s really saying I love you.

And he’ll say it again and again, with subtle methods, because every moment with you is exactly what he needs.

[ask2pame]

Allen, have you ever been in love with a human?

it's sort of like a rite of passage when it comes to immortality

[creepynostalgy]

Sissy Spacek in Carrie (1976)

[officialrailscales]

Which carry handle setup are you going with?

Left Setup:

RSBM-P | Black

QTR Stop | Carbon Black

3-Slot G10 RailScales | Black FR4 | MiniDot Texture

2-Slot G10 RailScales | Black FR4 | MiniDot Texture

1.5-Slot G10 Solo’s | Black FR4 | MiniDot Texture

CSMR Button | Carbon Black | Apex Style

QDX Sling Mount | Carbon Black

- RS

[fanofspooky]

Scream Queen - Nancy Allen

[brokehorrorfan]

Killstar has released a Carrie collection including Butcher Billy designs on T-shirts ($35), long sleeves ($45), and skater dresses ($50).

[aloneandforsakenbyfateandbyman]

Carrie (1976)

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[futuremrscameron]

angelina jolie as the former mrs. cameron WALK WITH ME

let’s call her elizabeth

elizabeth was from a rich family like arranged marriage to keep the money flowing rich but she didn’t care about any of that she wanted love and family that actually cared about her.

she met ward at one of her father’s stuffy business events where they hit it off while talking about the future and their deepest desires. after a year she married ward, she was significantly younger than him much to her parents’ dismay. her father thought he just wanted her for their family name and money but she knew that wasn’t true. sure he wanted to make a name for himself and talked about building a legacy a lot but he was charming and handsome and sure he wasn’t as rich as some guy with the III in his name but he was independent, bold, caring, and most importantly he loved her. he also didn’t call her elizabeth which she hated, but lee, a nickname he came up with after she told him bout how the ultimate act of love in here eyes were nicknames because they showed individuality and thought out into another person.

they struggled to have a baby for years which drove her into a deep depression and ward didn’t know how to help her outside of her paying for her therapy sessions which she refused to talk about which led to many fights,

luck was on their side the month they found out they were expecting. she was thrilled, buzzing with excitement and ward was happy his wife was better and that he’d finally have a family of his own.

rafe was the hardest birth of the kids, he was upside down then he was nearly strangled by his umbilical cord. the doctors said it was like he didn’t wanna come out. she immediately loved him and doted on him every waking moment. ward thought it was nothing at first just a loving mother being protective of her child until he came home from work one day and heard his son crying. he ran upstairs and found rafe on their bed but no sign of his wife. she was in the bath crying into a wine bottle as water rained down on her.

when ward set rafe down for a nap he begged her for answers but she couldn’t give him any. he threatened to take rafe away if she didn’t tell him and she broke. she sobbed as she told him about how she was scared of accidentally hurting him and that she felt like a terrible mother. she went “away” for a while, that it wasn’t rafe’s fault, she wasn’t feeling well, and she’d be back soon. that’s what he told everyone when they’d ask. he promised her rafe would be safe with him and there when she got back and he was telling the truth! partially. he had a nanny look after him whenever he was tied up on a contract or had to work late, which was a lot.

they visited her, ward and rafe, she cried when she saw him. told him he got so big like he could understand at 6 months old and promised she would be out soon. she came back home three weeks later with a postpartum diagnosis and a three month zoloft prescription. she was just so happy to be home and with her baby again she promised ward that this wouldn’t happen again and that she was better.

things were great for three years until she found out she was pregnant again. she was scared that she’d slip back into a depression and considered having an abortion which appalled ward. they argued for hours about it, he accused her of not wanting another child which she denied. it wasn’t the child it was the feeling she knew she’d have to relive and the pain from the thought of hurting their baby. he convinced her to keep it because “she was doing so good” and “if anything happened he would support her”. it was a crock of shit and she knew it but rafe was thrilled to learn he was gonna have a sibling so how could she take that away from him. he helped her whenever she went out. “her little prince” she called him, ward wouldn’t say she coddled him until he was 7.

sarah was an easy pregnancy compared to rafe. no scares, no resistance, and a measly 8 hours compared to rafe’s 17. rafe was surprised to see his little sister look so tiny and was scared to hold her before ward reassured him that he wasn’t going to. elizabeth was so happy at the sight of her two babies but she couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread, impending doom.

her parents visited for sarah which made her livid. suddenly she was back in their life not a pariah? why couldn’t they have stayed gone or extended the courtesy to rafe. she lashed out at them and tried to get out of bed to fight them, security was called to escort her parents out. ward was startled and had rafe wait outside while he talked to her. told her that he understood her anger but she couldn’t do that in front of rafe or sarah and that she shouldn’t exert herself. she cried and told her she didn’t know where it came from and he comforted her, biting his tongue about maybe going back to the facility.

he would later regret that when she started slipping into a depression again. she told him she needed to go back but he told her she was fine and just needed to take her meds. she knew something was wrong and said she was worried about hurting sarah so he did what he does best, he gave her a sales pitch. not just any sales pitch, the sales pitch of a lifetime his greatest to date. told her that she was a great mother and that rafe and sarah would be fine under her care and that the pills were working if her natural glow was anything to go by. told her she was strong and if she was feeling really bad they could call her doctor and have the dosage increased.

he thought it worked and it did for a while until he received a phone call from work. it was rafe’s tiny six year old voice on the phone telling him “mommy was asleep and not waking up” his stomach dropped as he could hear sarah crying in the background. he walked rafe through calling 911 and telling them what the emergency was.

she was back in the facility for three weeks where she was diagnosed with severe depression and they found out she was pregnant. he was thrilled the baby was alive but angry that she would do that with their children in the house, another growing inside her, and that he was completely helpless. they visited her on sarah’s birthday and she was out by rafe’s.

wheezie was the easiest pregnancy according to her and there was no postpartum this time. she was trying her best to look after a newborn, a third grader, and a kindergartner on her own but ward just gave her shallow word of encouragement and shot down her request for outside help. she saw rafe and sarah’s constantly fighting as a failure on her part and thought they’d be better off without her. she didn’t want to leave them but what choice did she have? she decided against it though not wanting her louisa to have no memories of her mother.

ward took the kids to the park the summer wheezie turned four and they had a blast. there were bouncy houses, popsicles, and fireworks. they all decided to get elizabeth something and decided on a bracelet with an emerald, not a real emerald but the thought counts. the house was empty when they got home, elizabeth was nowhere to be found but she left a letter on the bed apologizing for leaving her children and asking ward to tell them she loves them.

she was found in the lake not too far from their house. the funeral was a week later, the sound of his children’s screams and cries were drowned out by the sight of her. she looked so peaceful, he thought it was ironic since she was almost always miserable. he didn’t want to say goodbye but what choice did he have, he was alone now and his kids needed him. they needed a mother too but she was gone. he’d have to get to work on that.

​inspired by @haven247’s obx 1987 au

[somnolenthour]

Do you guys ever think that if American Psycho were in a modern context, Patrick would be a lolcow?

Like he's made fun of already in the book, but I can't help but think that people would stalk and pick him apart if he had an internet presence, especially with how fragile his ego and temper are.