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more mitch pics 😭😭😭

[rafesproperty]

Rafe Cameron x Shy GF <3

Rafe Cameron x Reader + a little platonic Barry x Reader cuz I just love Barry

Soo Rafe is an ESTP, which is probably the most outgoing personality type and they get along with introverts pretty well. Rafe would so adore his shy girl who’s just so dependent on him for everything. Luckily he’s always got you.

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

Topper and Kelce didn’t really understand why would Rafe date you out of all people. You were always quiet, never speaking up, never showing up to parties, and if you did you’d stay glued to your friends' sides and never really speak to anyone.

It baffled them, actually.

But neither Topper or Kelce actually knew Rafe. He didn’t need a wild fire on top of his own messy chaos of a life. He needed the calmness. He didn’t need a girl who’d party her night away and dance with everyone and leave him hangin’ alone. He needed someone who’d be glued to his side, tug at his sleeve and beg for him to stay there and shield her with his body.

He needed someone he could just keep on his lap when he did lines and talked to people, and you'd just stay there, like an obedient scared puppy, playing with his fingers.

He didn’t need a girl that would be outgoing, speak up for herself, independent, talkative with other people. He enjoyed speaking up for you, ordering your food, picking your deliveries up, giving you rides everywhere because you hated public transport, holding you close to him, knowing feeling that you physically desperately need him everywhere with you. Even if you wanted ice cream that was sold two blocks down the street you'd ask him if he'd join you. Call him selfish, but he loves to be the one you constantly need and hide behind. He is obsessed with it. Always ready to provide and protect his girl.

And it’s not like you were like that all the time. The second you two were alone in his car, house or just away from everyone else you were joking around, dancing with him, calling him mocking nicknames like dude, bro, dummy, or the more intimate ones like baby, Rafey, my sweet boy, you'd jokingly call him my husband, my man, my love (all of these worked him up and you knew it), you’d tease the fuck out of him, crawling into his lap like a desperate bitch, grinding on him because you needed him right now. Pulling him in to kiss him. And God, he loved it. To be the only one to see this side of yours.

You were so polite to everyone too, always saying please and thank you in the quietest voice with a blush on your cheeks, but he knew you could be a loud, moaning, dirty mess under him. He knew you could ride him through multiple orgasms with zero shame. Only he knew you rocked your hips desperately against his mouth and squeezed your legs around his head to keep him there. Only he knew you'd get down on your knees and do absolutely everything for him.

You've met Barry a few times whenever Rafe needed cocaine from him and couldn't wait, he'd just drag you along and tell you to stay in the car. But the wait eventually got long and you followed after him.

Barry immediately offered you drugs and Rafe almost broke his face... but this little incident aside you actually clicked with Barry immediately. He wouldn't even let you speak, he just talked away, spilling info and gossip about Rafe as if he wasn't just standing right there.

"Ah shit, and you like this j-crew lookin' ass?" You giggled. "Yeah, I do," you gave Rafe a smile. "A lot."

You and Barry became friends. Rafe wouldn't let you hang out with him alone but the three of you actually hung out a lot at Barrys. He quickly understood how shy you are and he maybe had a little soft spot for you too, keeping an eye on you in public whenever Rafe needed to take care of something quickly.

You were getting a drink with Rafe at the Country Club, Topper and Kelce were there too, when Barry pulled up on his bike and made his way over to the two of you, ignoring all the Kooks that gave him dirty looks.

"Country Cluuuuub princessssss," he yelled in his accent and made his way over to you, "what's good with you girl?" He chuckled as you two did a quick handshake you've taught him.

Rafe rolled his eyes and immediately threw his arm around your shoulders in a protective manner.

Topper and Kelce stared in awe. You, who barely spoke any words to them, were all of a sudden buddies with the drug dealer?

[princessbrunette]

i feel like Barry would tease her by calling her a bad girl even though she’s the sweetest little thing and she takes it personally bc she tries her hardest to be the best girl for rafe. like they’ll be having a conversation and rafe will tell him something she did, or a tantrum she threw and Barry will be like “oh, so it’s like that? you’re naughty”in fake disappointment and shock and she’d whine and try to defend herself (“he was being mean!” “i was sleepy!”) much to his amusement.

THIS IS SO REAL !!!!!!!

rafe just talking about u like ur not there whilst u sit next to him all ashamed of yourself :( he’s dividing up the money on the table or something as he speaks, barry staring right across at you with a smirk, shaking his head faux disapprovingly.

“so it’s like that, huh? you a bad girl now? shit, sweetheart. i never would’a guessed it, but now lookin’ at you i can see it in your eyes.” his smile only grows when you start shaking your head, looking at rafe for help — who truly doesn’t care, continuing to count the money under his breath, flicking through the notes.

“its not true! barry i was tired that day… and rafe was being unfair. i’m not bad!” you get all whiny, rafe chiming in with a little comment, too focused on counting to really care though.

“you fuckin’ are sometimes, i’ll tell you that much. pain in my ass. pass me the clip.” he holds his hand out to barry, waiting for the money clip to arrive in his palm, directing the last part at him.

barry reaches over, pressing the clip onto rafes hand as he grins at you, and whilst he’s there lightly nudging under your chin with his knuckle making you squirm and huff.

“you gotta get that on lock, country club. shit, you better start disciplinin’ her better before i do it myself.” his wolf like predatory behaviour only thinly veiled by a smile, barry pets your head and rafe snaps out of his concentration finally, looking between the two of you, seeing your shy and prey like reaction.

“alright, fuckin’ back up off her, would you? shit. she’s fine the way she is i was playing, and it’s not your fuckin’ job to stick your nose where it doesn’t belong.” rafe pushes him back, and barry holds his hands up with a laugh, returning to his seat.

“i’m just sayin’.”

[alanisinstone]

so i've had a channing tatum obsession since step up and a magic mike one since the first and i just thought this little shit up so. uh yeah. read at ur own risk mfers

18+ content

so male stripper bakugou who works at the best club there is in Tokyo really, has the hottest guys, the skimpiest outfits, the best liquor, its clean and sexy in there, and the music isnt corny (think the weekend and shit😛). so you come in there because ur girl wanted to do a girls night (she’s crazy) and you didnt really want to go but your therapist has been telling you that you should get out more.

so you go and you feel kinda out place and uncomfy a little because (for the sake of my fantasy) you’re not rlly the party type. ur not like bible thumper but ur just reserved. in general you like reading and picnics and flower arrangements and sunsets. so this isn’t rlly ur scene yk. but the tip of the iceberg of things that people would never suspect about you, is that you are desperately shoving your cute little fingers in your cunt every night searching for release. and you literally want it so bad but your own fingers just never seem to be enough for you. you just wanna get railed like a cheap whore and then loved like a queen.

and there’s like, little nuances to ur personality for example you’re a little bookworm, but like 75% of the books you’re reading are very explicit eroticas. and you like going to the beach at sunset but only because that’s when you can somewhat discreetly strip bare and finger yourself to some good graphic smut or skinny dip (you’re dying to go to a nude beach). and you’re always going to little quirky thrifty markets but partly so you can brush your cute, tight little booty up against the men (married or not... its for scientific purposes) staring at your tits from across the way, innocently urging them to get a peak of your lingerie down the front of your shirt or under your SHORT SHORT skirt (you only dress like that when you’re extra desperate tho, you dress pretty normal on the reg. it’s part of ur unsuspecting hottie thing).

so inside you’re like a little sex kitten, but outside you’re too shyyyy 🥺 to make any moves. then out walks katsuki. you’re sitting pretty on the black velvety half circle couch with ur girls, smack in the middle of it. you have on like a tennis skirt and a no sleeve, collared polo. you’re over there giving country-club-virgin-daughter-of-the-mayor and all ur friends are giving saturday-night-slut. anyways.

kats comes out giving TYLER GAGE but you can see he has like a thong on under his cargo pants. and it’s the first act you guys have really seen since u sat down and settled, all ur friends are hollering like banshees, and ur tryyingg to keep up your “oh my, this is so unsavory, how raunchy!” thing but the way hes LOCKING eyes with you and humping the stage is making you start to loose your composure.

so he’s doing his little moves or whatevah, lookin fine as hell. the crowd is already going crazy and he’s not even been out there for two minutes, so he decides to like spice it up a little. he sees you trying to act all nonchalant and it makes you stand out amongst your friends so he jumps of the stage and gets on top of you grinding and shit and he’s leaning all over you like "hey mama you havin fun" all up in ur ear, and you're like "umm, i mean, this isn't really my scene you know..." bashfully looking away. And you can feel him literally staring into your soul like he is STARING YOU DOWN, and its making you so shy and wet as fuck at the same time.

so the snap-back comes off and all the sudden its on your head and the shirt is coming off (hes still grinding on you and doing his little choreo) and he places your hands on his washboard abs and you are fully like "oh shit. this couch def has a wet spot on it" and hes whispering all low in your ear like "you like that shawty" and you're speachless. so he gets up and does the pants-rip-off thing and he has a literal thong on that is not containing anything. and he jumps up on the couch and grabs your head and pushes it against the back of it and is fully humping your face.

at this point i would have fully been grabbing HANDFULS of his ass and licking his shit fr and i like to think you would be too.

now hes straddling your face and his hand is all up in your hair, looking down at you like the sexy motherfucker he is and hes like "well I think a little fun would do you good, you look like you need to loosen up babe." and his dick is like right in your face, his thighs, his v-line, happy trail, you can literally see his balls, and you're drenched and flushed at this point and he can practically smell you.

so he does a flip off the back of the couch or whatevah.. comes around, grabs your cute hand thats been in your lap since the beginning, tugs you up off the couch and picks you up, legs around him. everyone is cheering and your still wearing his hat as hes walking you to the private room....

AAAAAHHHHHGJVGGHH BARK

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[pink-princess-pussy-pop]

Scream For Me - Rafe Cameron! Ghostface x Reader PART 6

Warnings: None, I don't know how car batteries work lmao

Scream For Me Masterlist

He doesn't know how, but Rafe is able to get you upstairs to your room, playing the "Is it up the stairs?" and "Which door is it?" even though he already knew. He could barely think with all of the thoughts in his head...

How good you looked wrapped in his arms.

How he felt so proud of you for calling him, even if it threw a wrench in his plans for the evening.

How you were trembling in his arms minutes before in your entryway, your hands wrapped tight around his arms.

How tiny you looked in his embrace.

He licked his lips, looking around your room, pretending to take it in for the first time, and as you leaned over to wipe at the smudged mascara under your eyes in your mirror, he sat down on your bed.

It took everything in him not to glance over at the skin that was uncovered from that tiny tennis skirt riding up. He just about blew a load into his pants when you looked at him through the reflection. Mouth open with your hand on the reflective glass, looking at him with your big doe eyes.

"Rafe..." You whispered. His tongue ran over his bottom lip as you stood and turned around to face him. "Thank you." Your arms reached out to him for a hug. He pulled you into him, eyes rolling at the fact that he was mere centimeters away from your boobs. You pulled away and looked down at him and Rafe couldn't get over the scared and innocent expression on your face. His thumbs rubbed slowly up and down your waist and he smiled at you.

"Anytime, babe." You giggled. "Do you want me to stay until your parents get back?" He was quick to interrupt when you began to decline. "It's really ok, I don't mind waiting. And also, I'd know that you're safe." You tried to hide your blush but Rafe sees it. Rafe stands, suddenly towering over you. "You like that? Me knowing that you're safe?" He didn't even need you to answer. He already knew that you'd say yes. "C'mon hun, let's go wait downstairs."

Rafe leads you down the stairs and the two of you sit in your living room, waiting for your parents. He turns on a random movie and you try to watch but you keep getting distracted by Rafe. Every little thing he did caught your eye. His hands when he used the remote, his arm muscles when he leaned back on the couch and put his arm around you. his strong legs manspreading while taking up half of the couch, his sharp jawline, just everything.

"Whatcha lookin' at?" Your head snapped towards the TV. You could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Nothing."

"Sure, honey." You turn to look at him, taking in a sharp breath when you see he is already looking at you. His blue eyes flicker down to your lips and you subconsciously do the same.

"Rafe..." You find yourself whispering his name for the second time that night. The two of you lean toward each other and your heart begins to race. Right before your lips meet, you hear the garage door begin to open. The two of you jump apart and you turn back to the television as your parents walk in.

"Y/N? Honey?" You hear your mom call.

"In the living room!" You stand and Rafe follows, as you lead him back to the foyer.

"Rafe! Thank you so much for staying with Y/N." Your father greets him like an old friend, giving Rafe a firm handshake. "We would have come home earlier but our car wouldn't start. No idea what happened. We had to get someone to jump-start it for us."

Rafe, who unbeknownst to you and your family, had broken into said car when your family had gotten to the Country Club and turned on the headlights so by the time your parents had left, the car would be dead.

"That's awful. I hate it when I have to jumpstart my truck." Your dad smiles at Rafe.

"Thanks again for staying with our girl." Rafe looks at you and smirks.

"No problem at all."

After Rafe leaves, you go back upstairs to your room, back to your forgotten phone.

Your heart sinks at the messages that greet you.

Goodnight for real this time, babe.

And the others...

Snitched on me, sweetie?

Do you really think Rafe Cameron is going to protect you from me?

You reply to Rafe by sending a few pink hearts and a smiling emoji but don't answer the blocked number. As you get ready for bed, another text comes through. You open it as you brush your teeth, the toothbrush falling into the sink as you drop it in alarm.

It's another photo of you, taken from outside of your house, zoomed into the upstairs window of your room. Taken just moments ago. You feel sick and run to the window to make sure the blinds and curtains are as closed as they could possibly be.

Your phone buzzes in your hand again.

Bye bye, sweetheart.

BRO SCHOOL IS OUT FOR WINTER AND I AM BACK. I AM BACK BABY. I'm so sorry I was gone for so long. I was just so stressed and overstimulated and wanted to make sure these were as well-written as they could be. :)

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[mommahughes19-23]

life of a mctavish - various

@no.elle : imagine ur brother and his friends feining for your nic 24/7 for 2 weeks. here's all the times they left me the fuck alone

tagged : @masonmctavish23 @trevorzegras @jamie.drysdale

location : a country in a club

mackie.samo : for a min I thought his jersey only said mtavish LOL😭😂

nicohischier : this is why I dont miss these trips

↪ no.elle : good thing U weren't INVITED THEN

_quinnhughes : your mirror is hella dirty🙄

↪ no.elle : ITS YOURS .... ITS IN YOUR LAKE HOUSE!?!?!?!!?!?!?😳

bradytkachuk : mini mctavish lookin goooood

jackhughes : just be thankful lukey wasn't there as well

↪ no.elle : I felt like he was...

↪ lhuges_06 : you act like I fein off you

↪ no.elle : bc you do

↪ _quinnhughes : is it acting if its true

↪ jackhuhges : @lhughes_06 bc you ask her 12 times per hour in a day when she's with us...

gustaavliindstrom : Research on smoking has shown that nicotine is highly addictive. 

↪ no.elle : thank you sir

trevorzegras : dont be dramatic I asked like 3 times....

↪ no.elle : 3 x 1000

cuttergauthier : we love a mini mctavish tea session

_willsmith2 : this is a lot to take in

_slafkovsky_ : 🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬

leocarlssoon : teammates

logancooley18 : this is fun and fresh

brinksy97 : thank you for sharing with us

barzal97 : 😜

masonmctavish23 : fuck off , im telling mom

colecaufield : oop

tristan_luneau : 🫶🏻✈️🫶🏻

warzy.19 : 🫨

a.n :

idk what this is lol.

tags : @quinnylouhughesx43 @skylershines @noahkahansorangejuice

[backtothefanfiction]

The Brutal Hearts Club | Agent Whiskey Imagine

Based on the song Use Me by Diplo, Dove Cameron and Sturgill Simpson…

Word Count: 3.9K

Summary: Jack drinks his sorrows between missions at The Brutal Hearts Club. Birdie works at the Brutal Hearts Club. They become unlikely allies when it comes to letting off steam and scratching that itch. OVER 18s ONLY!

Warnings: drinking, pole dancing, smut, a little fighting, booty call, angst

A/N- I adore this song so much right now and with its slight country flair, whilst very much being a club song, I really wanted to use it to write a little imagine and the perfect character was our favourite cowboy himself. Also if you are under 18 and you decide to keep reading and it lands me in trouble I will take it very personally!

ps. I know I teased this a while back, I got busy.

Are you the brutal heart? Are you the brutal heart that I've been lookin' for? 'Cause if you're lookin' for love, you can look through that door

Everyone thinks it’s Friday and Saturday nights that are the big money nights. The nights of the weekend, where the old and young alike walk through the doors of clubs across the country, ordering drinks and dancing until 3 am. Staggering home with cooling sweat on their body that has no effect due to the copious amounts of alcohol flowing through their veins. But not The Brutal Hearts. Thursday nights, that evening just before the masses have time off for the weekend, when moral is low and the hope of days off are so close, yet still so far, that those most desperate say fuck it and walk beneath the big blue neon sign into the depths made for those with brutal hearts.

It’s the perfect place for a man like Jack who gave up on love a long time ago to shake off the jitters left from his last mission. A place he can block out the images of dead bodies he’s left in his wake over the years and be surrounded by those of the living. Those with hearts that beat strong and fearless, forever guarded and living for each moment like it could be their last (and the way he’s seen certain people do coke in the bathroom, it could be).

There’s four levels of the Brutal Hearts Club. There’s the main club room and bar. Neon signs, disco balls, an old light up dancefloor that looks like something from saturday night fever. This was, as the sign above the bar stated, simply for those who only had lonely hearts. Those who drank through their heartache and needed somewhere to just dance it off for the evening. Maybe try their luck and meet a partner to go home with. Where you can find all the popular tracks of the moment played by a DJ with his own lonely heart, still trying to chase Ibiza dreams at 40 something years old.

Jack bypassed this room headed straight for the big red leather coated doors in the back. For the rooms that weren’t just for the hearts temporarily chipped or lonely, but altogether broken and missing.

He reached a set of stairs, both adorned with light up arrows pointing up and down. The up arrow was placed next to another neon depicting a hand of cards, an ace of hearts clearly displayed. Jack didn’t like playing games. He was a simple man, always had been, always will be. He’s fast talking, fast shooting and prefers to just get a task done. It’s got him in plenty of hot water with his boss over the years, but he wouldn’t have become the head of the New York office if he hadn’t been willing to do the things no one else would. The things only one with a brutal heart would do.

Jack headed downstairs instead. Where the shadows grew longer and the hearts felt more hopeless. As he reached the final steps to yet another set of double doors, adorned with cracked red leather, he felt the bass grow stronger, like a defibrillator attempting to shock a heart back to life, the bass making the beating in his chest thump harder, trying to restart something that’s been long dead.

As his still chapped and scraped hands pushed open the door and his eyes instinctively gazed towards the lit stage in the middle of the room, he knew this was going to be no ordinary visit to the Brutal Hearts Club.

Hearts Hearts that break the night in two And arms that can hold you, that's true

“Break a leg out there tonight girl!” the tanned beauty behind her, smiled at her through the mirror as she fixed the fringe on her bubblegum pink wig. 

“Thanks Angel, you too.” she called back over her shoulder as the woman adorned in red lingerie with legs for days, made her way over to the dressing room door and out towards the main floor.

Robyn stared at her stage name, scrawled on her mirror in hot pink lipstick so it sat just above her reflection in the mirror, reminding her of who she was here. Where her place was. They didn’t use real names at the brutal hearts. That’s how you got hurt. But she always wondered, ‘how can you break something when it’s already broken?’

“Hey, Birdie!” a voice called into the dressing room, “You’ve got 2 minutes.” Liam, the 30 year old stage hand said as he turned the clipboard in his hand to check his watch. He didn’t wait to escort her, or even make sure she was ready to go, she was always punctual and professional. 

She kicked off her fluffy bunny slippers under her dressing table, reaching for the knee high pink boots that complimented her wig and slid her legs into them. Her satin robe hung loose over her silver bodysuit she wore over a pair of fishnet stockings and as she reached the dressing room door, she pulled a bejewelled cowboy hat off of a hat stand.

She stepped up behind the curtain towards the back of the stage as she handed her robe over to Liam who was in turn holding out a coiled length of rope to her. She nervously ran her fingers along the length of it as she readied herself. She looked to the floor as she let out a large breath as she heard the music shift, a short transition track mixed with the sounds of bird song. “AND NOW!” A voice called over the speakers and she clicked her heels together three times, a pre-show habit for luck she had gotten into. The music lowered, “WELCOME TO THE STAGE, YOU CAN’T KEEP THIS LITTLE CANARY IN A CAGE, IT’S BIRDIE!”

The curtain raised as her track began and she slowly stepped forward, her head low, hat covering her face to keep that tension for the Thursday night crowd, just that little bit longer, the coiled rope tapping on her hip. Thursdays at The Brutal Hearts was big show day. All the girls gave their best, most exclusive performance for the highest bidders. The biggest rollers. The broken bankers and card players who had gotten lucky upstairs and made their way down to their level to spend their winnings on some lucky lady. To throw it away again as quickly as they had earned it. Silly 20 something year old white boys who had more money than sense for their age and couldn’t get a girl to look at them unless they paid for it. Or older divorcees looking for a sugar baby now their Mrs has up and left them for being too much of a workaholic. And if that didn’t work and they felt drunk and invincible enough they’d head down yet another flight of stairs to either compete or just bet on the final fights of the night in the underground ring.

She slid down onto her knees, as she began to gyrate her body in time with the beat, across the stage floor. The younger guys whistled and hollered as they sat in the front row and threw ten and twenty dollar bills onto the stage. She twirled her legs around, before rolling onto her back, stretching her legs up in the air before splitting them wide. She focused on her reflection in the mirrored ceiling above her. If she caught a glimpse of herself enough to remind her how sexy and empowered moving like this really made her feel, she could ignore all the eyes on her who merely only saw her as an object to throw money at. A temporary high.

She stood and strutted her way to a pole at the front of the stage, she did a little dip of her knees before gripping the pole hard and twisting herself up onto it, her head tilting to keep her hat on. The aim with pole dancing is to make as many angled lines as possible. To flex and elongate your body, to create curves in places you didn’t realise could be curves. Occasionally you could hold things very straight for a show of power and strength but otherwise, you want to keep that essence of a moving wave as it rolls into the shore, graceful yet powerful. She twisted herself up towards the top of the pole, curling herself into a ball before dropping her whole body down the pole for dramatic effect, tightening her muscles and catching herself again at the last minute. She continued to spin low as she unfurled her limbs like petals of a flower, allowing her a small window in which to survey her crowd and pick her unsuspecting victim. That’s when she locked eyes with him. His sunglasses sat on the bridge of his aquiline nose, cowboy hat dipped low, his hand reaching into the pocket of his leather jacket as he made his way towards the stage.

She rolled herself off of the pole and onto her knees at the edge of the stage before him. She watched as he took off his own hat, placing a few hundreds into the band around it. He then reached out and took her hat off of her head and replaced it with his own, staking his claim, before walking away and taking a seat in a single, crackled leather armchair two rows back from the stage. He placed her bejewelled hat upon his knee before holding two fingers up to usher over a waitress to take his drink order as he waited.

So use me

Birdie finished up her set before making her way back to the dressing room to change. She carefully took her mystery stranger’s hat off of her head, placing the money that was tucked into the hat into a jar full of nicknacks and brightly coloured hair scrunchies on her dressing table. She then pulled off her wig, before releasing her long dark tresses from the wig cap that had been underneath. She shook out her hair before prying off her boots and changing into a dark purple, strapped bodice two piece. She then slipped her legs into a pair of black knee high boots and was ready to get back out on the floor. She grabbed her mystery cowboy’s hat, as she headed out the door, placing it back on her head so he would recognise her without the pink wig on.

As she scanned the crowd, she saw him standing at the bar ordering another drink, her bejewelled hat hanging off his fingers.

“I believe you have something of mine.” she said, announcing her presence.

His eyes looked her up and down as his glass of whiskey was placed on the bar top. 

“You give me mine, I’ll give you yours.” he played along with her, confidence times a million.

She leaned into him, observing the deep brown of his eyes, before trailing her eyes down his nose, then taking in his moustache. She couldn’t help but lick her own lips as her eyes finally gazed on his plush lower lip.

Her hand reached up to take his hat off of her head and place it gently back on his. He took a sip of his whiskey before he lifted her hat up and balanced it on her head. “This colour suits you better.” he says quietly as his fingers catch a few strands of her hair.

“Hey Sweetheart.” a young 20 something practically shouts as he sidles up on the other side of her. She aims to ignore him, keeping her attention on her mystery stranger but the sudden feeling of the guy’s hands on her ass changes everything. “Any chance of getting a private dance, beautiful?” his voice lilts along with his body. His eyes are glassy, he’s clearly drunk.

Jack watches as her face changes, her body turning towards him. He senses her rage.

“Sorry bud, she’s taken.” Jack proudly says, strutting forward to stand between the drunken douchebag and his new acquaintance. 

“Ahhh come on man. Surely we can come to an arrangement. How much do you want?” The drunk propositions.

Jack just stares at him as if to say ‘are you serious?’

“Or we can go halves? Make it a cheaper night for yo-” he doesn’t even finish his sentence before Jack is punching him square in the face.

“Oh shit.” Robyn murrmers.

“Come on Birdie.” Jack says, taking her hand with the same one he had just used to punch the guy in front of them in the face, pulling her towards the back.

She took a brief look over her shoulder to see the guy, bent over the bar top, his hand holding his nose wailing. 

Use me.

It may have been Birdie’s first time seeing him here, but it was clear it was not his first time. He pulled her closer to the back rooms before encouraging her to pick one of the empty ones for them to slip into.

“That was pretty heroic.” she cooed as she began to pace around him when they got into the room.

He quickly made himself comfortable on the red velvet sofa placed in the middle of the room. He watched as she crossed over to a panel on the wall, picking her personal private playlist and hitting shuffle. “With a punch like that, are you a full time cowboy?” she asked as she slid down the wall onto all fours and began stalking like a cat across the floor before him.

Jack couldn’t help but feel his pants begin to grow tight as he watched her ass cheeks sway back and forth as she grew ever closer to him. 

“Something like that.” he teased back as she came to a stop at his ankles. Her fingers ghosting up his legs before she split his knees, perching herself back on her heels as she sat between them looking up at him.

“You know they’re probably gonna come find you and kick you out for punching that guy.”

“Let’s just hope we both get what we want before that happens then.”

“What we want? I thought the whole point of this game is that you get what you want.”

“Come on Birdie,” he said, hooking his finger under her chin, his thumb turning to brush up her jaw, “you telling me there’s nothing you want from me?”

I don’t mind at all I don’t mind that you only call me when you want And I’m just glad you want me at all

She had let him book them into a hotel. She had broken her one rule ‘don’t sleep with the customer’ but Jack wasn’t a customer. Not anymore. Was he ever? He was enchanting and charming and there had been something familiar about him from the get go. “Use me.” he had said as he lay back amidst the pillows, his fingers only ghosting her skin as she rode him.

That was 5 days ago. He had made her put his number in her phone. For whenever she wanted to ‘use him again’ he had said. She swore to herself she wouldn’t, it was one night, but now she was sitting on her sofa, an uncontrollable need between her legs and the memory of a man she so wanted between them. The phone was in her hand, an eggplant and peach emoji sent over before she realised she had done it.

She was left waiting for a minute, watching the dots on the screen when an address came through.

And hearts Hearts that break the night in two And arms that can hold you, that’s true

To her surprise the building wasn’t a hotel, it was an apartment building. His apartment building.

The doorman let her in and she took the elevator up to the 15th floor. He had the door open the moment the elevator bell went ding. He was standing leaning against the door frame, arms folded, shirt sleeves rolled up. Neither of them said anything as she made her way into the apartment. She stood frozen in the entryway as he closed the door behind her. 

She waited in anticipation as she felt his chest press into her back. His fingers grazed the sides of her coat, his head dipping to nuzzle into the scent of her neck. He felt her gasp and her body relax as his lips brushed the skin of her neck. “What do you want, Birdie?”

“Use me.”

So use me, So use me,

His hands suddenly became fierce and firm, ripping her coat off exposing, to his delight, she was only wearing lingerie underneath. It made him groan as he turned her, his arms wrapping around her, his face getting buried in her breasts, as he kissed and licked at them. He lifted her with one hand, the other continuing to paw at her chest as she wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms braced tightly around his neck, keeping his lips close to her skin. She felt like she was on fire.

He swiftly carried her to his bedroom, dropping her onto the bed. She lay back, propping herself up on her elbows as he began to strip down. The sound of his belt unbuckling and being ripped from his belt loops only made the ache between her legs worse and he couldn’t help but smirk as he noticed how she began to rub her thighs together with need, her lips pulling between her teeth as she sized up her meal.

“Fuck.” he groaned as he raced forward grabbing the sides of her face and smashing his lips into hers. She playfully nipped at his lower lip and it made him grow hungrier still. She was being cheeky, she wanted to be punished, she wanted to be used.

His hands reached down for her thighs, his lips breaking away from hers at the last second as he flipped her over. His hands reached  for her ass, positioning it up high in the air as he let his hand come down on her right cheek with a loud crack.

“Mmm” she moaned as she rocked back and forth slightly before turning her head to fix her eyes on him. Those angel eyes, those butter wouldn’t melt eyes only 5 days ago, now her gaze was replaced with something else.

“God, you’re something else.” he professed as he leant a knee on the edge of the bed, grabbing her face and smashing his lips to hers once more.

“Fuck me, Jack.” she cooed as she began to pull her face away. For a moment he thought he saw something else in her eyes. It was quick like a flash, one second there and then gone again, just like that. But Jack was no fool, he would know that look anywhere.

Are we brutal hearts? Are we brutal hearts that break the night in two? 'Cause I just want this night with you I don't like the man (no, I don't like the man) I don't like the man that I am (you are) 'Cause I just want this night with you So let's take this night from black to blue So let's take this night from black to blue

He shook off the look. That reminder of the lonely heart within him. His own brutal heart, desperate to be used. Maybe that’s why they had both been drawn to the club in the first place.

He let his hand run down the length of her sides, fingers savouring the feeling of her soft skin beneath his fingertips until he reached her panties. He ran his fingers along the wet seam as she squirmed under his touch. He continued to tease her entrance as he freed himself from his pants, his hand giving his length a few pumps for good measure. He then reached out to pull her underwear down her legs, her head turning back to watch with her wanting, desperate look again.

He placed one finger into her heat, stretching her out and then another and her head hung in satisfaction as she let out a long slow gasp. He pumped his fingers inside her once, twice before pulling out. She let out a little whine at the loss, her head turning, eyes searching for him once more when he suddenly lined himself up and thrust himself deep inside her in one smooth motion. She gasped louder with the feeling. He slowly began to rock inside her as the flat of his hand palmed her ass before sliding up her back, his fingers hooking around the clasp of her bra as he pulled her up to meet him, his lips hungry for her moans. His hand clasped gently around her throat as he thrust up into her, she was so tight in this position.

“Fuck, baby.” he moaned into her mouth, her arm reaching behind her to wrap around the back of his neck in an attempt to keep him close, desperate for that human connection, desperate to feel something, desperate to be loved.

So use me So use me Hey

He nipped at her neck, his fingers teasing her sensitive clit as he thrust deep inside her. She met him with every thrust, grinding back on him as he pounded into her faster and hard. He could feel her growing tighter, her climax building, muscles squeezing around him. “Give it to me baby.” he commanded, his fingers applying even more pressure to her sensitive nub. 

“Oh fuck!” she cried as her high took over, he released her body from its hold, her hands coming down on the bed to brace herself. His thrusts slowed as she continued to slowly grind back against him, riding out her high.

When he felt her stop, he pulled out, his hands reaching for her hips rolling her over, encouraging her onto her back. He leant over the bed as she began to quickly shuffle up towards the headboard to allow him room and he spread her legs before reaching down to run his tongue up the length of her sex, collecting as much of her slick into his mouth as he could.

At seeing him do this her hunger returned. He positioned himself back between her legs and her hands wrapped around his back, fingernails grazing his skin as he thrust back inside her again. She was still so sensitive and it wasn’t long before she began to feel her next climax beginning to build.

“Come on baby, one more.” Jack almost snarled as his own hunger took over, his body leaning over her tightly, his fingers wrapping around her neck once more as he continued to pound her into the mattress.

“Uh fuck. Jack, JACK!” she cried.

“That’s it baby, say my name.”

They both came within quick succession of each other, she felt him move to pull out but she held him tighter, forcing him to finish inside her, after all she was on the pill she didn’t have to worry about a baby after this, she just needed to feel him. His chest on hers, his heartbeat, beating with hers, the pulsing of his cock in her pussy. It was almost a tender moment, but as Jack leaned back to look at her face he saw it again, that flash of pain. He couldn’t help but meet it with his own this time. Any other time it could have been a sweet moment, but this wasn’t that moment. This wasn’t that kind of sex. It was just two brutal hearts, looking to be used.

Use me. Use me.

————-/-//——-///———

Sorry it’s so late…

@musesofthenight @love-affair-with-fandoms @rav3n-pascal22

[silversdragonemporium]

Hello! Welcome to this edition of "Silver just rants and rants and rants about the worldbuilding of a fanfic". Why not start things off with my most elaborate fanfic?

This is an outfit reference I made for Dimitri to use during the Ethereal Moon Ball in Wolf Lord.

Aka: "the outfit he was supposed to wear when he was going to propose to Byleth but then he didn't do it at the last minute", whoops.

I wanted to imagine what kind of clothes Dimitri would use when not at Murder School, so something that might fit in at court, but is taken up to 11 for a formal event. Since he's A Literal Prince, he gets to use ermine fur (a symbol of royalty). His cape is "princely", a hint of his future High Lord and Great Lord outfits with his big, swishing King Cape. Also he gets to have boots with the fur (the fur!!!!)

Also yes, he has the Crest of Blaiddyd embroidered in silver string out on his belt and surcoat, as well as part of his clothes' clasps. Fun fact: embroidering precious metal string is called goldwork and requires highly skilled and specialized manual labor. That belt and trim are a splurge. Kinda like him wearing a gucci belt. But, compared to Claude (who is wearing cloth-of-gold which is "I'm so fucking rich my threads ARE GOLD") and Edelgard (who has a SOLID GOLD EAGLE HAIR STICK that is btw super fucking heavy but she's dedicated to the look, with HAND MADE BLACK LACE DETAILS AND GLOVES with some pearls tastefully sewn on the wrists....... she's giving that "romantique vampire qween of several millennia of accumulated wealth" levels of loaded), you can tell that he's not THAT rich. Note to self: maybe actually draw the others' outfits because I spent months looking at GOT costuming videos and details and have a bunch of ideas that would look cool but then promptly never described. Or maybe make a post later. IDK might have to think it over.

Anyway back to Dimitri: as royalty, he wears an ermine fur collar and trimmings. This is also another splurge that is cost-effective, since his territory IS known for luxury furriers. They don't mention the pelt/furrier industry in 3 Hopes, I think? But it makes sense for Faerghus to make bank with furs and good-quality leather. He might be a prince of the least wealthy country on the continent, but he is still royalty.

Dimitri himself didn't choose this outfit, but his Good Uncle Rufus (unironic, Rufus is actually a good dude in this fic) helped him pick out the outfit to give that "wow" factor that would match well with Byleth's outfit so that when they came back from the proposal the whole club would be lookin' at them the future King and Queen of Faerghus would look nice together...

Anyway, POV you're Rufus and you just spend weeks on end coaching your nephew to make a good impression on the only woman he has shown any kind of romantic interest so when he proposes she won't just go like "👁.👁 what" and then you get a letter saying "hey uncle lmao guess what i forgot to propose 🤪"

I'll upload Byleth's outfit with another batch of brainworms tomorrow, I wrote this entire post in a mad dash of inspiration (which is tbh the best way to Tumblr amirite) so it might have typos and weird jumping around especially at the end with all the flo-rida song lyrics, apologies but I am a mere vessel of the dimileth gods thatse it i cannae help it..........

[mirkwoodsprinceofdoingtoomuch]

THE WATERLOO LETTERS

MIGUEL RAMOS HATE CLUB

PHILLIP HATE CLUB

Zahra calling Shaan. POWER MOVE.

"Touch me and die."

"Baby." WE GOT THE FIRST BABY AND I AM VIBRATING OUT OF MY SKIN

"I'm coming to London tonight. Just hold on until I get there. We'll figure this out. I'll break the sound barrier for you."

Two men. Sittin' on a bench. Playing My Country Tis of Thee. EXCUSE ME

ALEX JUST TWISTED HENRY'S RING FOR HIM BECAUSE HE [ALEX] IS WEARING IT AND NOT HENRY BOIL ME IN A VAT OF OIL

They look so nervous, poor babies I love them

STEPHEN FRY WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

Phillip still lookin like an absolute cock

GET HIS ASS HENRY

"I love you."

"I love you more."

[rafesproperty]

Im BEGGING so hard they make Rarry happend (rafe and Barry) BECAUSE LIKE EVEN THE CAST SHIPS ITTTT

IM THE BIGGEST RARRY SOLDIER ON EARTHHHHH I LOVE THEM SM LETS DISCUSS THEM.

The thing is that if one of them was a girl everyone in the fandom would go insane over them, but since they are boys it probably won’t even happen.

THESE ARE NOT‼️ PLATONIC LOOKS. The eyes, chico, they never lie

Topper is me asf

They would literally make so much sense. The thing is Barry is so special to Rafe in so many ways. Notice the way Rafe lets Barry talk to him (sassy, making fun of him, Barry literally going “let me lead and SHUT UP” and Rafe just going “ok🥰”, Barry going “I’ll knock that J-Crew lookin ass out” and Rafe just smirking and blushing). Rafe would NOT let people speak to him the way he lets Barry speak to him… like ever 😭 Also when Barry told him he’ll lead it was when they went after the Pogues and it’s something Rafe very much cared about. HE’S A PROACTIVE TYPE OF PERSON, he would not let someone he doesn’t 100% trust “lead,” he’s a control freak. Yet here he was, just going “okay,” trusting Barry with something so important to him.

Barrys presence is so important in Rafes life and I feel like neither of them really realises but it genuinely is. RAFE ALWAYS RUNS TO BARRY FIRST. He would NOT let anyone know he killed Peterkin (Topper and Kelce are his closest friends and he’d never tell them), yet here he was on Barrys floor, confessing to him, allowing him to see his breakdown AND —

BRO DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THIS SCENE OMFG —

He slept AT BARRYS when he had probably the worst day ever (Ward screaming “Rafe you fucked us!” at him, him drowning Sarah and Topper beating him up happened in the same day) and the next scene we get is Rafe waking up on Barrys couch. I imagine him going into absolute panic in the middle of the night and not wanting to go home to his dad, the only place he can think of being Barrys… so he goes to Barry. We were so, so robbed of a scene where Rafe shows up in the middle of the night saying “I didn’t know where else to go” with a beat up face and Barry going “Shit, country club.”

I’m just convinced Rafe felt safe enough with Barry so he always ran to him.

Their first meeting in S3 as well. I’m pretty sure that was the first time they saw each other since Barry betrayed him in S2 and Rafe was just okay and calm and ASKED BARRY FOR HELP AGAIN. Rafe holds grudges like crazy, yet he trusted him enough after his betrayal to seek him out again. Like nothing ever happened. And Barry helped him again. Because Barry always helps him (he claims it’s just for the money but the thing is he was willing to murder for Rafe and that is not something he was comfortable with the entire show, I’m genuinely convinced he would not accept that offer from anyone, murder being over the line for him… yet for Rafe? Yeah).

We could see Barry being uncomfortable by Rafes murderous temptations in a few scenes (especially the one where he tried to drown Kie), but the second Rafe asked him to kill Ward he was like ALRIGHT I’LL DO IT FOR YOU. Also Rafe was so hyperfixated on his dad, it was the most important person in the world to him, so him asking Barry to do it just shows the level of trust. He asked Barry to free him of this burden.

Also Barry DOES NOT do it only for the money. In Season 2 when Rafe comes over to pick up his drugs and asks Barry for “a piece” (a gun), Barry giggles and makes jokes UNTIL Rafe says “Do you realise it’s either me or him (John B) in this situation, right?” and in that very moment Barry switches and goes full angry protective mode and pulls out an entire bag full of guns 😭 And is fully ready to go with Rafe and to protect him and shoot a Pogue for him. But Rafe did not ask for help. He didn’t offer him money. He just asked for a gun. Barry did all of that on his own and he went with him on his own. I think that’s also why Rafe told him “You know I’ll take care of you,” he himself was surprised someone was willing to protect him and go with him out of their own free will.

At the end of S1 Barry went with Rafe after the Pogues because they owed him money, but he still handled Rafes mental breakdown pretty well (NO other character ever managed that, not even his family), he cracked some jokes and got Rafe out of the panic state by motivating him to go do something about it, and joining him.

Also the shit they say to each other…

“You know I’ll take care of you.”

“I own you now.”

“Tranquilo?”

“Tranquilo, baby.”

Barry casually saying “How does that feel, babyboy?” in S1

THE WAY THEY LOOK AT EACH OTHER?!

Nice try mf I know love eyes when I see them

Another thing is their dynamic is absolutely perfect. Rafe, a bit psychotic, always taking everything seriously, grumpy asf and Barry, sassy mf that takes nothing seriously and is quite literally the only person that knows how to handle Rafe and how to talk back to him.

PLUS the actors shipping them is so wholesome and funny tbh (at least we won’t have another Jiara accident uhm…)

They also ADMITTED VERY PROUDLY that they send Rarry edits to each other 😭 “You know, whenever I miss Drew we’ll run back the tiktoks” dnsjskks

Drew literally going “Nick Cirillo who plays Barry in the show, my right hand… also my lover”

That’s boyfriends right there

One more thing I’d like to add is Barry was so judgy of Ward when he came to see Rafe (in S2 right before Rafe tried to run away and Ward came to warn him from the police), now it might be because Ward beat him up in S1 orrrrrr because he simply saw Rafes state (Rafe probably told him that his dad yelled at him that day when he slept over) and didn’t like his dad a single bit. I choose to go with the protective bf option.

Again, if one of them was a girl it would be one of the most popular ships just bc of their dynamic and banter and chemistry (JJPope situation all over again).

I hope Drew and Nick manage to sneak in a little bro kiss in some of the upcoming seasons (like that scene from Deadly Class when Marcus is randomly bro kissed), feel like it’s something they would 100% do 😭… Imagine drunk Barry going “Country cluuubbb, mwah” and Rafe just 🧍🏻

And I’d love to continue with more pics and edits but Tumblr won’t let me add more so we’ll end it here.

But they genuinely mean the world to me. I think a lot of people are shipping them as a joke but I’m IN LOVE with their ship and dynamic and the bond between them.

That’s all ty for reading 💕

[dreaminterlude]

BITCHHHHH the way my jaw fucking dropped when I saw Taeyong's expensive malfoy lookin ass best employee of the month sexy Mr Knight oh my goddddddddddsabdundiekdjeo and then the rich girl playing golf at her daddy's luxury country club perm big gloves and fuzzy coaT HOWEE does he keep pulling all these looks and serves and slays just left and right and then going teehee on bubble like he didn't just end the fashion world model industry instagram baddies are you fucking foreeeeallllllllllll ?????? And all this while SM fucking dares to continue to fuck over the exos???? Nah I need Taeyong to pack his shit and move out because the literal bottom of the toxic sewage barrel DOES NOT deserve him and the buffet he brings to the table thank you !!!!!

REALLLLLLLLLLLL not the ot23/ot20/exo/SMpocalypse all happening days before his debut 😂😂😂 meanwhile he’s been dropping cunt after cunt photo outdoing himself every release

[princessbrunette]

barry x reader relationship, wether it’s platonic or anything else else is just something so serious to me now, like i can just imagine reader who sees barry angry for the first time and since she’s so used to comforting angry rafe she goes over and gives him one of her sweet little hugs that always clam rafe down, and tells barry not to be sad because he’s her best friend (he always gives her candy and money and is nice to her which automatically makes him her bestfriend much to rafe’s dismay, i don’t make the rules sorry!)

or maybe something in reverse where reader is upset & hiding from rafe (who’s waving her off cs he’s used to her dramatic tantrums and he’ll take care of her in a minute) and barry finds her & listens to her rant and sniffle about the situation, and he’s just mockingly agreeing with her the whole time, like “you’re right doll, he should have let you sit in his lap, that asshole.” & “How fucking dare he let go off your hand? this is bullshit, i honestly can’t believe it.” just riling her up more and more until rafe finally comes to find her and is like “stop encouraging her., please” bc he knows in her little head that barry being on her side and justifying her actions is all the more reason to keep being bratty, but is off too late now. Barry has made her believe she’s right.

“stop encouraging her, please” NAJDJDJD rafe is so tired 😭😭😭

nah but barry is playing a long game, and whilst you’d never leave rafe because you love him too much, you’re happy barry is around to listen when rafe is being dumb. he’s always slipping you some extra money, pressing the notes into your hand telling you “incase country club ain’t lookin’ after you.” and nodding along intently whilst you ramble about how mean rafe was, looking up at you as he rolls his joint to say “now all i’m saying is that if i secured a girl as bad as you? shit, i wouldn’t fumble it like he does. would treat you like a princess, for real.” and like rafe DOES mostly and yk you’re just being silly but it’s nice to have barry affirm you yk???

whenever you show up with rafe, barry is instantly on you, squeezing your cheek all “and how’re you, lil miss? this one treating you good? or am i gonna have to have words with him?” nodding his head towards rafe who’s already rolling his eyes and pulling you to stand at his other side.

and barry is lovely to you !! truly !! you don’t understand why rafe gets so irritated with him !! it’s because what you don’t know, is he’s holding you over rafes head to continue doing a good job pushing his product. he’s all smiles, until you leave the room and then he’s closing in on rafe like “i tell you what, pretty boy — keep fuckin’ with my money and i just might have to show your girl what she’s missin’… you don’t want that, right? yeah, i thought so. sell my shit and get my money.” before walking off, leaving rafe more pissed than ever, vowing to stop bringing you to his meets with barry :(

[yuuniee]

“Oi, oi! Don’cha lookin’ at me like you’ve got somethin’ with-- Ah, I-I mean...”

Name: Elsie Laranetta

Japanese: エルシー・ララネッタ (erushii raranetta)

Dorm: Savanaclaw

Birthday: 19th May

Age: 17

Height: 149 cm

Dominant Hand: Right

Homeland: Harveston

Family: Unnamed mother, unnamed father, eight unnamed siblings

Voiced by: [TBA]

Nicknames/Aliases: Sea Bunny (Floyd), Dame Lapin (Rook), Little Hare (“Phantom”)

Grade: First

Class: 1-D (no. 18)

Club: Magift Club

Best Subject: Evocation

Hobby: Crocheting

Favorite Food: Carrot cake

Least Favorite Food: Black coffee

Pet Peeves: Dogs

Talent: Disguise

Appearence: Elsie is a young rabbit beastwoman with two long ears. Her long, white hair is usually in braids and she wears a pair of glasses. Her blue, doe eyes also bears long eyelashes. She also has a pair of moles on her left cheek. (°-°∶)

In her dorm uniform, she wears the Savanaclaw uniform with a long pair of pants and a pair of brown boots. Like Ruggie, she wears a scarf. (although hers is plain red)

Personality: She is seen as the timid and cute girl in school, some people even wonder why a girl like this is in Savanaclaw instead of Pomefiore. But the truth is.. she acts like that in first sight. She is actually very energetic, spirited and doesn’t know when to stop. Unfortunately, this gets her into a lot of trouble...

Unique Magic: “Call of the Forest”

It allows her to summon an animal spirit. If an animal (or beastman) is in her range, then she summons the spirit of that animal. (E.g; If Leona is near, she’ll end up summoning a lion spirit. If Jack is near, she’ll end up summoning a wolf spirit. etc.) If there isn’t, then she is able to summon any animal spirit (a.k.a there won’t be a limit)

[x]

Fun Facts:

She’s been childhood friends with Vivienne since they were around seven and eight respectively.

The said incident has caused her to get multiple scars around her body and caused permanent issues like being in a wheelchair at certain days. She might be taking medicines to lessen the pain, but she does have some days where she has to sit on a wheelchair.

Her parents unfortunately abandoned her.

She used to play clarinet, but she later stopped because she was bored.

Although she hates dressing up in what she calls as ‘fancy clothing’, like tutus, frilly dresses and jewelry, she wears them when the situation calls for it.

She is an actress in training like Vivienne, though her manager is pretty hard on her.

Although she can speak normally, there are moments where she slips into her country accent. (This is also one of the reasons why she gets on well with Epel!) She also translates what he says sometimes.

She was won multiple gymnastics competitions in first place, needless to say that she is quite flexible.

[More facts are yet to come, please be patient!]

[nityarawal]

Another Oceana crime song: She asked me to send the Oceana series. Probably enough for a musical in Vegas if she could get sober and my kids could be kindly negotiated home. I'm not that ambitious. Oceana can sing and dance well but she needs to be committed to Divine service for me To work with her. I work work work.... Writers like me don't fall from the sky. I cultivated my craft always- not for buck- to sculpt myself as an artist. I know I need the buck but am just not willing to hook. Even marriage ideally is entered with dignity and awareness. Any venture needs sacred respect to catch me. xo

10/18/22

Morning Songs

"Nazi Marshall Law Men"

"You Do Me!"

"I'll Do You!"

Is What Society

"Teaches" Us!

"I'll Do Me!

You Do You!"

"Do It Yourself!"

Until You Meet

Someone Irresistible!

"I'll Do Me!"

"You Do You!"

And One Of These Days,

We'll Be Meeting

Someone,

Who Breaks Us

Free!

But, Don't Hound Me!

Don't Chase My Tail!

Down Mountain Roads,

I Know I Go Slow!

Prudent Mom,

Eco-Friendly Car!

Takin' These Turns

East!

Lookin' For A Turn-Around,

Please Don't Press Me!

I'm Doin' The Best-

I Can!

Pass Me If You Must!

Then, Here's A Stretch-

Go!

Thank God!

You're In A Rush!

I Chant At These

Crazy Angry Drivers,

Pushin' Us Down,

The Winds And Turns,

Of Life, Too Fast!

I Try To Pace Myself!

Life Is Short!

Enjoy The Autumn

Foliage While You Can!

Desserts Are Green,

Almost Like Spring,

Maui Rainbows Have Been

Upon Us,

Green Hillsides!

Maxwell Parish Like,

Oil Painted

Sunset,

Pulls You

Into Another

"Heavenly Realm!"

Holdin' You in Hammocks

Of Divinity.

Sage Is Growing All

Through Burnt Valley,

1000s of Native American

Herbs- I Wish To Know!

And The Trees Are Thriving,

Again,

Even Though,

The Tumble Weeds Still

Blow!

I Have A Callin' To Pull

Down! All Those "Jeremy

Parson," Signs! "Askin'" For

A Friend! "Is It Possible?"

That's What We Do These Days!

"How Did Pete Die?"

"He Appears To Have

Disappeared,"

Mentioned One Of His

X-Girl-Friend-Maids,

"He's The Kind Of Guy,

That Often Does That,

Don't You Think?"

She Says!

"I Don't Know!"

"Every Month Or Two,

Another Person Disappears!"

Idyllwild Police,

Got No Murder Reports,

In The Papers!

"So We Don't Know!"

"What Ever Happened

To Mitch?"

"The Big Landowners Son

Of Pine Cove?"

"Was He Poisoned

By Dustin?

Or Alex Grover, As

The Papers Called Him

On That Robbery?

Famous On Facebook!"

He Said He Was Sick,

Could It Have Been Poison?

Died Two Days Later!

The Gal From The Gas

Station Was There,

But By The Time

She Called 911,

No Heartbeat,

Could Be Heard!

So, We Sing Our Songs,

To Tell The Tales,

Of The Murders, Idyllwild!

Oceana Thought,

She Saw The Sawed-Off-Shotgun At Pete's House!

The Country Club Murders,

And Slumlordings,

Will Haunt Us!

Until We Know,

Who Took The Crime!

We Heard "Mani

Begged Dustin," To Kill Adrien!

Did He Take The "Hit,"

"The Bribe,"

On Adrien's Life?

His Son Was

2 Miles Away!

So How Could He

Have "Done" it?

Framed!

Sick Of Newspapers

Reporting: That Cops,

"Allegedly" Said!

"Have You Ever Known

A Cop To Tell The Truth?"

No, No, No! (Falsetto)

"Nor Have I!"

I Asked My Public

Defender, "Have You Ever

Known A Cop To Tell

The Truth?"

No, No, No- No- Never! I! (Falsetto)

So, Then! Why On Earth Are

Courts Led, By Lying

Attys And Under-Educated

Public Defenders

And Thugs?

Why On Earth Are

Courts Led By Under-Educated

Attys & Thugs? (Falsetto)

"We Need To Take Back

The Reigns Of America!"

"Oathkeepers, Give Us

Back Our Kids!"

So Many Bought,

By #Trumpleberry

Era!

Everybody From Iran

To Riverside Sheriff-

Congressmen!

No! We Don't Want

Jeremy Parsons, Red

Signs,

Littering Our County

Bluffs!

No-O! We Don't Want

Jeremy Parsons!

No-o-o! We Don't Want

His "Shady" Staff!

"No! We Don't Want

Jeremy Parsons!"

"No! We Don't Want Your

"Cons!"

"No, We Don't Want 'Yer Jeremy Parsons!"(Falsetto)

"Noooo! We Don't Want

Your Cons!"

"No! No! No!

We Don't Want Jeremy Parsons!

No, No, No!

Don't Want Your Cons!" (3 X's)

Don't Want Sheriff

"Bianco!"

What's Up With

"Gay Militia,"

Running For Congressmen?

Another, Prosecutor?

Finally, Getting

Rid Of Ken Calvert!

And Want To See

A Lady In The "House!"

Again! Finally, Hopin'

To Get 'Rid Of

Ken Calvert!

Want To Sing My

Polarized Songs!

And Not Get Caged,

Raped,

Or Beat,

Ever Again!

By These Militia!

Nazi-Marshall

Law-Men!

Peace!

Nitya Nella Davigo Azam Moeezi Huntley Rawal

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The Ledge #596: New Releases

It may be the final new release episode of the year, but there's no drop in quality. As always, there's the usual mix of punk, indie, power pop, alternative, and other genres. There's a Rum Bar Records segment, along with new tunes from our friends at Big Stir Records. There are veteran returns and newbie introductions. There's something here for everyone with an inquisitive desire for new music.

As for this week's "52 Weeks of Teenage Kicks", once again we open and close the show with covers. The opening track is The Dead Brothers, a self-described mix of "gypsy folk, death blues, gothic country and dark roots" from Geneva. The closing cover is from The Patsys, a Columbus, Ohio garage rock band featuring former members of Gaunt, Action Family, and New Bomb Turks. 

As I do every week, however, I must again plead with y'all for more versions of "Teenage Kicks". If you are a musician, or have any contact with artists that could record their own take on the classic, please contact me!

CLICK HERE TO DOWNLOAD THE SHOW!

1. The Dead Brothers - Teenage Kicks

2. Juliana Hatfield - Don't Bring Me Down

3. Cat Power - Leopard-Skin Pill-Box Hat 

4. Van Morrison - Shakin’ All Over

5. Calling Hours - Alex Chilton

6. The Jesus And Mary Chain - jamcod

7. Guided By Voices - Puncher's Parade

8. car colors - Old Death

9. Barbara Manning - I'm Running

10. The Smashing Times - Saturday Night and Sunday Morning

11. The Prize - Say You're Mine

12. The Wind-Ups - Happy Like This

13. Dick Move - Small Man, Big Tweet

14. Miss Chain & the Broken Heels - I Don't Know

15. Fast Eddy - Spirit Commander

16. Faz Waltz - Rave a Comin'

17. Bloodshot Bill - Say To That

18. Friends of Cesar Romero - Temporary Anne

19. Rob Moss and Skin-Tight Skin - I Got Lots of Problems

20. Psychotic Youth - A new plan

21. The Incurables - When I Grow Up

22. Autogramm - Plastic Punx

23. The Scunthorpe Yobs - Spirit Of '79

24. Dot Dash - TV/Radio

25. No Tears - On 45

26. The Nervous Eaters - Talkk

27. The Bug Club - Samuel Was Beautiful Tonight

28. Tony Marsico - Starry Eyes

29. Tim McCoy - First of June

30. The Amplifier Heads feat. Jen D'Angora - Something Went Down

31. Girl With A Hawk - Feel Me

32. Richie Parsons - #1 Punk

33. The Dwarves - Feeling Great

34. The Dwarves - Terrorist of Love

35. The Blips - Who Took My Baby Away

36. The Blips - Good Lookin' Liars

37. The Patsys - Teenage Kicks

[lovedetlost]

I know you said you don’t really listen to Taylor Swift from my last asks using her songs but it’s me again and let me tell you...listening to Slut! while imagining you and rafe is so fun. So it is you who gets called a slut all the time and now you’re dating rafe (non canon) and at first you’re afraid to be public with him because every time you’re seen with a guy people call you names but soon after you guys get together you don’t care anyone because you can feel that “everyone looking at us” and possibly getting called a slut is “gonna be worth it for once”.

And also I feel like the production just gives beach’s vibes and some of the other lyrics just fit the situation so well too. Like “if I’m gonna be drunk I might as well be drunk in love” and “If I’m all dressed up they might as well be lookin' at us” because 1. they are kooks so they dress up and go to fancy events and 2. Just their casual going out has people looking at them because they are the talk of the town. And I can totally imagine the moment when you realize that rafe is more than a fling and a gentleman is when you guys are swimming at one of your houses “moonlit swimmin' pool”

oh yeah this could totally be turned into a non-canon rafe fic i can actually picture him whispering if we’re going to be drunk we may as well be drunk in love while you’re dancing together at yet another kook event at the country club