#david k harbour

[beefrobeefcal]

Merry Christmas :3

Die hard Santa got me FUCKED UP. Literally the sexist Santa, changed the trajectory of my life.

he got me fucked up something fierce, 420…

[missredherring]

There's moment in the Thunderbolts* trailer where Yelena asks Alexi if he feels fulfilled.

His answer is: "Ah, yeah. Yeah. So full, so filled."

When it is my turn to feel so full, so filled?

[neganwifey25-blog]

I think I’m starting to dig mean hopper 😩😮‍💨🥴

mean!jim hopper smut?

Harmless (18+)

MINORS DNI

Pairing: Mean!Jim Hopper x Reader

Synopsis: Every time you hang out with Jonathan, Joyce’s friend drives you home.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: possessiveness, dumbification, dirty talk, overall mean hopper, rough grabbing, slapping, semi-public sex, threats, size kink, face-fucking, daddy kink, creampie

AN: oh I’ve been waiting for a hopper request for so long

It wasn’t your place to say, but you quite liked Hopper. Whenever he wasn’t so serious, his sense of humour was cute and quick-witted. You liked to mess with him; talking back to him when he splashed his authority onto you and Jon, teasing him whenever he looked too solemn.

It wasn’t your place to say, but you quite liked Hopper. Whenever he wasn’t so serious, his sense of humour was cute and quick-witted. You liked to mess with him; talking back to him when he splashed his authority onto you and Jon, teasing him whenever he looked too solemn.

However, you don’t think he liked you very much. Sure he faked a simper around Joyce, but between you and him… he stayed as stoic as ever. And god, whenever you talked back to him you could feel the annoyance vibrating in his blood. As fun as it was for you, he didn’t reciprocate the amusement.

As a plan to get some peace and quiet, Joyce started to kick the both of you out when she tended to routinely ask Hopper to give you a ride home. Neither of you had the heart to disappoint the sweet Joyce Byers, so you went along with it.

You visited Jon a few times a week, and each time Hopper drove you home. Each time you tried to make the ride less awkward, by attempting to strike up a conversation or flicking through his music tapes—but he was impenetrable.

It was a Friday night, and Hopper’s shitty car bounced as you both got in. You hated his car; it was ugly, jouncy, noisy and it tended to wildly splutter at random times. Taking a deep breath to overcome the immense amount of intimidation you felt asking him a normal question, you speak up. “Can you drop me at the diner? It’s on the way—“

“Why?” He asks, flicking on his headlights.

“I uhm, I have a date.”

“With who? Thought you were with Jonathan,” he grumbles.

“No, he’s dating Nancy Wheeler. And it’s with uh— Billy Hargrove,” you let out.

“Oh definitely not,” he snarls. “Not with that kid.” You don’t dare to argue, his aura of authority ignites— he wants no challenge from you.

You don’t say a word when you leave his car, after he drops you off outside your house.

The next few times you visit Jon, you don’t stick around and wait for Hopper. You started to bring your bike again, so you’d just walk straight past Hopper and ride home. A week later on Saturday, he catches you out. It’s dark out, he snatches your wrist just as you’re about to leave.

“It’s too late to bike. I’ll take you,” he grunts. He mumbles a short goodbye to Joyce, before he leads you out, his hand hovering over the small of your back. He loads your bike in the trunk, his car jolts forward when he piles into the driver's seat. He turns the key, and the silence between you is disturbed by the choking of his engine. “So, you’ve been avoidin’ me?”

You choke on your own saliva at the unexpected confrontation. “Uhm… I’d think of it more as doing you a favour.” You say as he finally pulls out of the driveway.

“How so?”

“Well, I know you’re not very fond of me. I know you’d rather hang out with Joyce more than driving me home…” you explain.

He snorts, “hang out with Joyce? We’re not teenagers,” he mumbles and you shrug. “I’d rather you get home safe.”

“Well, that’s your job Chief.” You tease.

“Alright, don’t get too cocky now,” he says. “I’m just lookin’ out for you, ‘s all. Don’t want you to get your heart broken by that fuckin’ Hargrove kid.”

“You’re not my daddy,” you mumble.

“Okay…? Like I said, just lookin’ out for ya.” He says, pulling up to the curb outside of your house. “Out, kid.”

You scoff, “thanks for the ride, daddy.” Hopper watches you rig your bike out of his trunk, letting out a strangled exhale when you walk inside your house. You made his dick fucking twitch when you called him ‘daddy’, and he instantly senses that something bad’s gonna happen.

A few days later, you’re climbing in his car again. He has news to tell you this time, and you can tell something’s up because of his stiffness— well, he’s more stiff than usual.

“Saw that kid kissin’ another girl at the bar,” he grumbles into the tense atmosphere of his car.

“Hopper, you really think I’m seeing him because I wanna be his girlfriend?” You ask with a slight chortle. He grunts in response, confused. He signals for you to elaborate. “I’m only going out with him because…” you stop yourself, already oversharing.

“‘Cus of what?”

“Well… It’s silly but— I heard he’s got a big—”

“Oh you gotta be kiddin’ me,” he says with a judgemental huff. “Where is your self respect?”

“Oh so I let a guy fuck me once and all of the sudden I have no self-respect?” You scoff, turning away from him. You’re pissed off. “I have needs.”

“Well sugar, I have needs too but you don’t see me going around and finding a slut with the ‘tightest pussy’, do ya?” He sternly mumbles, a hint of ridicule laced in his tone.

“You’re an asshole.”

“Well so is he so I don’t see the problem,” he replies.

“The problem is: I’m not using you for your cock, so it actually matters if you’re an asshole to me,” you seethe.

You see his fingers tighten around the steering wheel. “Don’t get mouthy with me, girl.”

“Or what?” You scorn, gritting your teeth as you look out of the window.

“Or I’ll fucking pull over,” he snarls.

“Yeah? And do what? You’re harmless,” you deride him.

“You wanna find out?” He looks over at you, threatening you.

“You won’t do shit—“ and with that, he’s steering off to the side of the road, it’s a conveniently quiet area surrounded by trees.

“Get out,” he growls, jumping out of his seat and stomping over to your side. “You wanna act like a slut, you get treated like one,” he rumbles, trapping you against the side of his car. The bitter air caresses your bare thighs, the wind causing your skirt to aggressively fly up. “On your fuckin’ knees.”

You don’t dare to disrespect him, you’re fucking in for it now. Yeah, you did want to wind him up, you did find him attractive, you did find him fun to play with—but you really blew it now.

“Open your mouth,” he commands. “And I swear to god if you say ‘make me’ I’ll fucking dislocate your jaw,” he grunts. Instantly, your mouth flies open and he almost laughs. You’d be lying if you said his dominance wasn’t making you wet. “Good slut, you look so pretty right now.”

You don’t dare to take your eyes off his, you hear his belt clink as he tugs it off. After you hear a quick zip, he takes himself out. He’s so fucking big, he’s even comparing his size to your face. He strokes himself, his length reaches your forehead— and he’s incredibly thick too. He slaps your tongue with his cock, tauntingly chuckling at the evident fear in your eyes.

“What’s wrong, sugar? Thought you liked big cocks,” he teases, his honey voice laced with sticky threat.

“Not as big as yours—“ you say but he curtly slaps your face with his thick fingers.

“When did I say you could talk?” He grumbles, “bad fucking slut.” And with that, he slides himself into your mouth. “Not a sound from you,” he commands and you nod as best as you can.

He moistens himself up with the saliva in your mouth, slathering his cock with your spit and then thrusting himself back in, slowly. He’s only halfway in and you already feel like gagging, he’s already cutting off your air supply. He thrusts himself in your mouth— you’re not really doing much sucking, he’s using you as a fuck toy. Everytime you close your eyes he slaps your cheek, and a proud smile emits on his face when he sees your glassy eyes. “If only you were this quiet when you haven’t got a cock stuffed in your throat. God, everytime you run your mouth I’m doing this,” he grumbles. “You really are a good girl deep down, aren’t you?”

You hum, when you blink a tear drops from your eyelashes.

“Poor baby, crying on daddy’s cock. I’d feel bad for you but fuck— you had this coming,” he mumbles with a grin. He pulls out of your mouth, and he feels his knees go weak at the sight. “Fuck—it’s drippin’ down your chin,” he almost moans. Your saliva is drizzling down from your bottom lip. “Come on honey,” he opens his back door, “I’ll look after ya.”

He slides in, patting his knee and you eagerly follow him. He has you on his lap, hard cock springing up. He slides your panties out of the way, silently thanking you for wearing a skirt. You sink down onto him with a strangled moan, and he chuckles evilly.

“Look at you. Sugar, I’m going to fucking devour you,” he rasps and you whine into his neck.

And that’s exactly what he does.

It’s not long before he has you bouncing on his cock, your legs aching and you’re begging him to make you slow down. He doesn’t listen, his hands continue to bounce you repeatedly on his huge cock. You’re so close already, and you try your hardest to wait and save yourself from the embarrassment— but he knows, he can read you like a fucking book.

“Sugar,” he moans out. “I can feel you tightenin’ around me,” he groans. “You gonna cum?”

“Yes,” you whine, “please.”

“Fuck, say please again and I’ll let you cum right fuckin’ now,” Hopper groans, spreading your cheeks open and slamming you down onto his cock.

“Please, please,” you mewl.

“Good slut. Good fucking slut,” he gasps. You finally let loose, pussy spasming around his length as you’re finally able to cum. “You feel so good,” he mumbles, still bouncing you up and down. “Don’t worry sugar, keep making those cute little sounds and I’ll cum soon,” he pressed a kiss to your temple. “God, you’re perfect for me. Should have fucked this pussy sooner,” he says and you nod in agreement. “You’re fucked stupid, bet you don’t even know what I said, do you?” He chuckles and you nod again— he was right. He always was, he knew you so well in such a short amount of time. “Fuck ‘m close,” he groans. You lean in to kiss him but he turns his head and you frown. “I don’t do kissing, sugar.”

You hum in disappointment, arms clutching onto his shoulders. He stops bouncing you, holding you upright and pummelling into you from below. It produces a vulgar slapping sound, and you feel your eyes rolling back at the pure pleasure and overstimulation you’re feeling right now.

“Perfect pussy, all fucking mine.” He grunts, slapping into you relentlessly. He groans, “I’m close. You want my cum, sugar? You want my cum in your little pussy?” He eggs you along, and you nod vigorously. “Fuuuck,” he groans out. Quickly after that, he stops pounding into you and finally spills inside of you. “That what you needed in order to stop seeing that delinquent kid?”

“God, yes,” you whine.

[chqads]

ANGELO CORTES ESTRADA (MIGUEL GOMEZ) is looking for THEIR AA SPONSOR. they’d like the faceclaim to possibly be someone along the lines of STERLING K BROWN, AMY ACKER, MATT CZUCHRY, WENTWORTH MILLER, SARAH PAULSON, LANA PARRILLA, EDGAR RAMIREZ, DAVID HARBOUR, ANY FC 40+, but you must reach out to DADIISM to find out more! (as part of his parole, angelo attends aa meetings. he isn’t very good at attending them and isn’t really taking it too seriously (he’s still drinking) but this person would have confidence in him and support him, probably calling/texting to check up on him when he misses meetings, etc)

MOBILE NAVIGATION. WANTED CONNECTIONS. APPLICATION.

[coloradohqconnections]

ANGELO CORTES ESTRADA (MIGUEL GOMEZ) is looking for THEIR AA SPONSOR. they’d like the faceclaim to possibly be someone along the lines of STERLING K BROWN, AMY ACKER, MATT CZUCHRY, WENTWORTH MILLER, SARAH PAULSON, LANA PARRILLA, EDGAR RAMIREZ, DAVID HARBOUR, ANY FC 40+, but you must reach out to DADIISM to find out more! (as part of his parole, angelo attends aa meetings. he isn’t very good at attending them and isn’t really taking it too seriously (he’s still drinking) but this person would have confidence in him and support him, probably calling/texting to check up on him when he misses meetings, etc)

[castlesrp]

Face Claim List

Below the cut, you will find our list of face claims featured on our canon list. Enjoy this sneak peak at what is coming your way when the canon lists start being released this week!

FC List:

Abigail Cowen Aishwarya Rai Bachchan Amita Suman Amy Adams Ana de Armas André De Shields Andrew Garfield Angela Bassett Anna Kendrick Anne Hathaway Anthony Anderson Anthony Mackie Anya Chalotra Anya Taylor Joy Aja Naomi King Avan Jogia Avantika Audra McDonald Austin Butler Beanie Feldstein Ben Barnes Beyoncé BD Wong Bette Midler Caleb McLaughlin Camila Mendes Catherine O'Hara Charles Melton Chiwetel Ejiofor Chloe Bennet Chloe Bailey Christina Hendricks Christina Nadin Chrissy Metz Cody Christian Constance Wu Courtney Eaton Dakota Johnson Danai Gurira Daniel Ezra Daniel Wu Danny Trejo David Harbour Deepika Padukone Denzel Washington Dev Patel Diana Silvers Diane Keaton Dianna Agron Dove Cameron Dylan O'Brien Eddie Redmayne Eiza González Emily Alyn Lind Eva Longoria Ewan McGregor Fan Bingbing Felix Mallard Florence Pugh Froy Gutierrez Gabrielle Union Gemma Chan George Takei Gillian Anderson Gina Rodriguez Gina Torres Hailee Steinfeld Halle Bailey Harrison Ford Harry Shum JR Harry Styles Henry Cavill Hero Fiennes Tiffin Hunter Schafer Hugh Jackman Idris Elba J. Cameron-Smith Jacob Artist Jacob Elordi Jameela Jamil James McAvoy Jamie Chung Jamie Lee Curtis Jasmin Savoy Brown Jason Momoa Jason Sudekis Jean Smart Jeff Goldblum Jeffrey Wright Jenna Ortega Jensen Ackles Jesse Williams Jessica Chastain JK Simmons Joe Locke John Boyega John Cho John Krasinski Jon Hamm Jonathan Bailey Jordan Connor Jordan Peele Julianne Moore Justice Smith Kate Winslet Kathryn Hahn Kathryn Newton Keanu Reeves Keith Powers Keke Palmer Kerry Washington Kit Connor [1] Kit Connor [2] KJ Apa Kristen Bell Kumail Nanjiani Lana Condor Laura Harrier Lauren Ridloff Leonardo DiCaprio Letita Wright Lili Reinhart Liv Hewson Logan Browning Logan Lerman Loretta Devine Lupita Nyong'o Mädchen Amick Madelyn Cline Madison Bailey Mahershala Ali Manny Jacinto Manny Montana Margot Robbie Mark Consuelos Mark Hamill Mario Lopez Mason Gooding Maude Apatow Megan thee Stallion Melanie Lynskey Melissa Barrera Michael Cimino Michael Evans Behling Michael Fassbender Michael Peña Michael Shannon Michelle Yeoh Morgan Freeman Naomi Scott Natalia Dyer Natasha Liu Bordizzo Nina Dobrev Noah Centineo Normani Octavia Spencer Olivia Coleman Olivia Rodrigo Oscar Isaac Paul Rudd Pedro Pascal Phoebe Deynover Phoebe Tonkin Phylicia Rashad Priyanka Chopra Rachel Weisz Rachel Zegler Rahul Kohli Reese Witherspoon Regé-Jean Page Renee Rapp [1] Renee Rapp [2] Riz Ahmed Robert Pattinson Robert Downey JR Rome Flynn Rosamund Pike Rose Byrne Rudy Pankow Ryan Gosling Ryan Guzman Ryan Reynolds Sadie Sink Sam Claflin Samantha Logan Samara Weaving Sandra Bullock Sandra Oh Sara Ramirez Sarah Jeffrey Sarah Paulson Sebastian Stan Selena Gomez Sigourney Weaver Simu Liu Shawn Mendes Skeet Ulrich Sophia Ali Sophia Bush Sophie Turner Sonam Kapoor Sophie Thatcher Sterling K. Brown Steve Martin Steven Yeun Storm Reid Sydney Sweeney [1] Sydney Sweeney [2] Taika Waititi Tati Gabrielle Taraji P. Henson Taron Egerton Taye Diggs Taylor Zakhar Perez Ted Danson Timothée Chalamet Thomas Doherty Tom Blyth Tom Ellis Tom Hardy Tom Holland Tony Goldwyn Tyler James Williams Tyler Posey Uzo Adubo Victoria Pedretti Viola Davis Whoopi Goldberg Wolfgang Novogratz Will Smith Willem Dafoe William Jackson Harper Winona Ryder Winston Duke Yasmin Finney Zayn Malik Zendaya Zoey Deutch

[neganwifey25-blog]

Wow…woof woof woof 😮‍💨😩🫣

old fashioned

jim hopper x fem!reader. mentions of masturbation, sex toy use, dirty talk, praise, light degradation, implied age gap, period typical sexual ignorance??? ig?, “kid” as a petname

a/n: i haven’t written in so long this is ass i’m sorry. apologies for the glitchy repeating paragraphs, tumblr won’t let me fix them.

word count: 1.1k

When you pass through the doorway of your bedroom to see Hopper crouching by your bedside dresser, the bottom drawer pulled open, you stop on your tracks. Your blood runs cold, all your heat rushing to your cheeks. He turns his body to look at you, and things only get worse when you spot the bright pink rod in his hand.

“The hell is this for?” He scowls at it in his hand, as if staring hard enough might make the answer pop out at him. You nervously play with your fingers.

“The hell is this for?” He scowls at it in his hand, as if staring hard enough might make the answer pop out at him. You nervously play with your fingers.

“The hell is this for?” He scowls at it in his hand, as if staring hard enough might make the answer pop out at him. You nervously play with your fingers.

“Y-you really don’t know?” Your face steadily warms up as he passes you a dumbfounded glance. His thumb finds the button situated at the vibrator’s hard plastic base, and you cringe when it starts buzzing in his hand. There’s a brief pause, the gears turning in Hopper’s head, but after a moment he looks up at you with a faint smirk on his face.

“Actually, I think I might have an idea.” His smug expression and the low timbre of his voice makes your stomach flip excitedly. You swallow.

“Actually, I think I might have an idea.” His smug expression and the low timbre of his voice makes your stomach flip excitedly. You swallow.

“I can’t believe you’ve never seen a vibrator before.” Hopper rises to his full height and stalks towards you, his footsteps resounding in his heavy boots. He shrugs.

“Call me old fashioned.”

You let out a puff of air through your nose in a half-assed show of amusement. Hopper holds out the toy- still buzzing away in his palm- and raises a brow at you.

“So this is what you do when I’m not around, huh? You lay all sprawled out and pretty in your bed and use this on yourself?” Your cunt throbs, and all you can do is nod, averting your gaze.

“I didn’t take you for such a dirty little thing.” He murmurs lowly. You worry your lower lip, and he reaches out to cup your chin, thumbing over the soft cushion and pulling it out from between your teeth. You blink up at him, eyes wide, and his heavy gaze keeps you distracted, leading you to gasp when he brings the vibrator down between your legs. The sensation is muted, muffled by two layers of clothing, but its enough to make your clit tingle.

Hopper smirks. “That feel good, sweetheart?”

You nod, not trusting yourself to speak. Hopper’s hand moves down from your chin, smoothing across your throat and moving around to grip the back of your neck. The hold grounds you. “Good.” He nods behind him, motioning to your bed. “C’mon, I wanna see what else this thing can do.”

You look at him in shock for a moment. You’re not sure why, but part of you is surprised that he’s so accepting of your toy- that he isn’t angry or wounded, that he doesn’t feel threatened. You’d always imagined that, should a partner find your vibrator, there would be some long winded conversation assuring them that they aren’t inadequate. You suppose that Jim just isn’t that insecure.

While you were lost in your thoughts Hopper had backed you up towards the bed. You scramble to take off your shorts and underwear before climbing back onto the mattress. Hopper doesn’t bother to disrobe at all, he just crawls right up so he’s above you, leaning down to envelope you in a heated kiss. Your legs fall open automatically, well versed in this position, allowing his body to slot in between them.

You’re so caught up in his lips against yours that when cool plastic presses once again against your now bare clit, you yelp into his mouth. The buzzing sensation is intense without the barriers of fabric, and you can’t help the pleasured moan that you let out.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re never so quick to moan like that with me.” Again, he doesn’t sound accusatory- a bit teasing, sure, but the grin on his face tells you that more than anything he’s happy to see you so feeling so good.

He experiments a bit- tries different levels of pressure, noting the way you exhale with the reprieve of light contact and the way your toes curl with the intensity of firm force. He tries drawing circles on your clit the way he would with his finger, and that’s what makes you cry out the loudest, the steady rhythm dragging your body up towards the crest of release.

“There it is,” his low murmur heightens your arousal. “Getting close for me already, hon?”

“Yes,” through your mounting pleasure you suddenly feel a surge of doubt, a surge of need for something you don’t have. “Hopper- please, I want-“

“Easy, kid,” he soothes, smoothing a big hand across your shoulder, holding you down to the mattress when you lift up to grab at him desperately. He’s smiling smugly, and a bit of arrogance seeps into his comforting tone as he reads your desire perfectly. “Just let go. I’ll fuck you afterwards, don’t you worry. You can have my cock as soon as you show me how pretty you look when you cum.”

That’s all it takes to sate you; the assurance that if you finish now you won’t be left empty for the night. With that you’re allowing your body to fall right over the edge, your orgasm coming on hard and fast and so strong that you can’t even hear the loud moan that escapes you.

Hopper keeps the vibrator pressed against you as you tremble through it. Gentle encouragement spills freely from his lips, keeping his presence known even as your eyes squeeze shut. “That’s a good girl, sweetheart. There you go. Bet that feels good, doesn’t it? Fuck, look at you. Prettiest little thing ever.”

He pulls the toy away the moment your hips twitch away and your whines turn from blissed out to pitiful. You’re left panting, clit still throbbing, gaze blurry as you open your eyes and look up at Hopper’s smirking face.

“You back with me now, hon?” He asks gruffly, turning off the vibrator and tossing it aside then bringing his big hands down to knead at your limp thighs. “Goddamn, that thing does a number on you.” You nod, letting out a content hum.

“Still want your cock, though.”

Hopper laughs, shaking his head at your insistence. “I know, kid. I know.”

[whyyamihereagain]

no but can you imagine

here’s a TV show about misfits and outcasts forming close knit friendships to fight monsters from parallel dimensions, whose love for each other ultimately saves the world. 

oh, also, the “heart” of the group dies, and his girlfriend k*ills herself after saving the world because she can’t live without him, so the show ends with an imaginary wedding between two dead teenagers (so Romeo and Juliet of them tbh)

all this while the gay character who never got to confess his love for his best friend loses both the person he’s in love with and his sister. hopper and joyce lose a daughter, jonathan and nancy lose a sibling, and the party loses two of their best friends

but don’t worry, there would probably be a time jump to show how these two deaths made them all better 

it would be, to quote David Harbour and Noah Schnapp, “beautiful” 

[hjellacott]

Why trash-talking J. K. Rowling (or anybody else) isn't OK (regardless of your political opinions and ideas).

Think of the way you routinely think of or speak about J. K. Rowling. If words such as "bitch", "cunt", "suck my cock", "nazi", "feminazi", "jerk", "die", or "go to hell" come to mind, then you have become a violent reactionary, sexist, misogynist, intolerant person, more similar to people from extreme political ideologies, such as the Nazi, than to any normal person, or any democratic person.

I'm a woman of many academic disciplines. Among the things I've profoundly studied are psychology, communications, social psychology, and the Nazi propaganda. So I am very much aware that what is behind of the sudden, intense hatred and intolerance, that goes on to be life-threatening and viscerally violent towards women and, in particular, those labelled "terfs" are the exact same things that characterise the Nazi Propaganda: a widely studied method of political propaganda nowadays used everywhere and for anything, including advertisement. First, you decide who you want to go against and create a problem to justify the hatred, i.e. "Jews take jobs" or "terfs kill trans people". Secondly, you try to seem reasonable by making unjustifiable punishment look justifiable, i.e., "I know making Jews scrub the roads with toothbrushes seems drastic, but you don't understand, Jews are thieves, they take jobs from honourable, good Germans, they deserve this, it'll teach them a lesson" or "Terfs deserve to die. I wouldn't wish death upon anybody, but terfs are the worst, don't you see they make people want to die? they deserve anything they get, it's for democracy". Third, you allow violence to progress and grow more disproportionated, more out of control, each time continuing to justify it with some excuse to make you feel better about it, and denying it when it gets too out of hand. I.e. the billions of people WORLDWIDE who refused to believe the Nazi genocide, or the billions of people worldwide who refuse to see the sexism of the violence against people who don't support the Trans-Radical-Activism-Movement, and who if pointed out to them, might say things like "yes well but they deserved it!".

If you are one of the people normally harbouring intense anger, resentment and violent, insulting thoughts towards people like J. K. Rowling, ask yourself this: when you spend your time and energy doing such things, are you spending a similar, or at least half, amount of your time and energy harbouring similar anger and feelings towards Adolf Hitler? He is directly responsible of the deaths of billions of people worldwide. How about towards Donald Trump, who provoked an anti-democratic Capitol assault resulting in the deaths of several people, opposed LGBT rights during his government, and constantly attacked immigrants and promoted laws against them while in government? How about towards Boris Johnson, Rishi Sunak or David Cameron, who caused Brexit, which stole academic opportunities for millions of young people, caused one of the worst economic situations and rise of poverty and homelessness in Britain in ages, and a rise in xenophobia and violence against immigrants, resulting in the deaths of hundreds of immigrants in the English Channel, the incarceration of even European immigrants in "detention centers", and on laws attempting to deport immigrants to Rwanda? Do you, perhaps, hate, bully and insult them half as much as you do with Rowling or with terfs? how about your feelings towards the European and UN politicians, who allow the monthly deaths of thousands of immigrants drowning in the Mediterranean Sea, the Atlantic Ocean and the English Channel? Or towards Jair Bolsonaro, who impoverished Brazil, created more laws against the LGBT collective, empowered the military, and targeted indigenous tribes, plus allowing more deforestation in the Amazon Forest, the lung of the world? or towards Elon Musk, more interested in getting to the space even at the cost of our planet's health, than on helping anybody with his money? do you perhaps hate Vladimir Putin, responsible of the Ukrainian War that has so far caused thousands of civilian deaths, as much as you hate a terf? What about George Bush, responsible for the Iraq War and the Afghanistan War, where hundreds of thousands of civilians were killed?

If these men don't occupy half the space in your mind, half the hatred in your heart, than J. K. Rowling, a feminist, or a "terf", then perhaps you're not somebody who truly cares about democracy, human rights or global unfairness. Perhaps you don't care so much about people unjustly losing their lives. Perhaps you're simply, deeply misogynystic.

[invisibleraven]

Love Letter for the rarepair of your choice?

Dear Julie,

I like you, do you like me?

Yes No Maybe

Julie looked up as the words on the note registered in her mind. She had never gotten a note like this before, and briefly wondered if it were a joke. Or maybe intended for Julie Whitmore, even if her desk was on the opposite side of the room.

She glanced around, but didn't see anyone looking at her, waiting for her reply, or reaction even. Why had the person not signed the note?

She sighed and shoved the note into her bag, determined to forget it. Only yo pull it out and study it. The handwriting was unfamiliar, written in generic blue ink, so that ruled out half the girls i the room, since they mostly prefered glittery gel pens in every hue of the rainbow. It also ruled out all the people using black pens or pencils, and Julie did a quick scan of the room.

There was David K, who was a major bully and had called her mean names, so shuddered at the thought of him harbouring a crush on her. There was Marianna W, who was super cute with her bouncy ginger ringlets and bright gray eyes, but she was also dating one of the basketball players, so Julie doubted the note was from her.

That left Luke and Reggie, and Julie scoffed at the idea of either of them writing her a love note. They were her best friends, and terrible at hiding who they liked, so if they had a crush on her, either one, she would know about it. Plus their mutual best friend Alex would have told her already, since he quote 'couldn't stand heterosexual pining'.

But then again, they had all teased Alex about his giant pining crush on Willie back before they started dating, so she didn't think he had room to talk.

Plus she knew Luke's writing, given they song wrote together almost every day, and Reggie's from helping her with math homework, so that discounted them both. She crumbled the note back up and put it in her bag once more, determined to pay attention in class.

Only it was like an itch she couldn't quite reach, the need to know who could possibly be crushing on her.

But then she caught sight of someone she hadn't even considered tapping a blue pen against his chin-Nick Danforth Evans. AKA the cutest, sweetest boy in school. Also totally unobtainable, since he and Carrie had been dating since middle school. Even if they broke up every other month, they always managed to get back together. Julie didn't stand a chance with him.

Okay, so maybe she did like Nick, but it was a fantasy kind of crush-like the one you would have on a celebrity, a passing fancy more than real feelings. But if the note was from him, well he deserved an answer at least. She circled Yes nd tossed it on his desk, then hid her face in her hands.

Peering through her fingers she watched as Nick unfolded the note, and the confused little smile that he gave when he saw it.

Which is exactly when the bell chose to ring.

And Nick got up, sauntering over to her desk. "Hi Julie."

"Hi Nickalicious. Nicky poo. The Nickster!" Julie cringed, why was her mouth being so stupid?

"I appreciate the note," Nick said, thankfully not calling attention to how weird she was being. "But I didn't write it to you."

"Oh," Julie said, then gave a fake laugh. "Of course you didn't! I wasn't sure who did, and well, you had a blue pen and..."

"Oh, I borrowed the pen from Kayla," Nick said. "Mine died half way through, and she has so many, it wasn't a problem."

Julie's eyes flew wide open and then danced around the room looking for Kayla.

Gorgeous, talented Kayla who was always nice to everyone. Who came to every Phantoms gig, even if it earned her Carrie's ire. Who loaned Julie history notes when she caught mono earlier the year, and even stayed to help her study for the make up exam. Kayla who Julie had harboured a little bit of feelings for ever since, but didn't want to presume too much. Kayla who was looking at Julie with hopeful eyes right now.

She was standing there, oh so slowly packing up her bag, trying to make it look like she wasn't watching Nick and Julie...and blushing faintly. "I think I need that note back," she said quietly.

Nick chuckled. "Here you go, go get 'er tiger."

Julie smoothed out her clothes, shoved her things into her bag and walked over to Kayla. "I think this is yours," she said, casually handing over the note.

"I saw you toss it at Nick," Kayla said shyly. "I get it if the answer is different when you know I wrote it."

Julie hummed. "No, I think my answer is the same."

Kayla picked up the note and beamed. "Really?"

"Yeah," Julie said, extending her hand. "Maybe we could go get some milkshakes? Talk about it some more?"

"I'm lactose intolerant," Kayla replied apologetically.

"I know a place that does dairy free, we go there a lot because Alex is too."

"Well then, lead the way Molina," Kayla said, taking her hand.

And that night, with Kayla's lipgloss still faint on Julie's mouth, she put the little note in her dream box, and over the years, she had to get a whole separate one for all the little notes Kayla wrote her-right up to the one she used to propose.

[call-me-little-sunshine84]

Not sure what it says about me that watching David Harbour k!ll people dressed as Santa has been the only thing to make me happy today, but here we are

[dear-indies]

Hi! This may be too specific, but I was wondering if you could help suggest actors who could play a 35+y.o. tall and beefy (more fat than muscled) white man? Ashkenazi Jewish descent would be ideal, but not necessary. Thank you, don't forget to drink water, and hope you find at least one thing that makes you happy today! - 🥦 broccoli anon

Jack Black (1969) Ashkenazi Jewish / German, as well as Northern Irish, Scottish, English, remote French and Welsh (converted to Judaism) - my beloved!

Nick Frost (1972) - I didn't know he had tattoos now! 👀

Ólafur Darri Ólafsson (1973)

David Harbour (1975)

Kristian Nairn (1975) - is gay.

K. Trevor Wilson (1981)

Josh Ostrovsky (1982) Unspecified Jewish.

Matty Matheson (1982)

Not white but too good not to mention for other people looking too!

Cooper Andrews (1985) Samoan / Ashkenazi Jewish.

Media needs more fat men it's so sad.

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ANONYMOUS ASKED : mw older faces?

i've been awakened okay here we go ( i'm gonna stick to 40+ here ) ⏤ bianca lawson , oscar isaac , jessica chastain , pedro pascal , carla gugino , gabrielle union , jamie clayton , sofia vergara , jesse williams , maggie q , lucy liu , morena baccarin , jd pardo , danny pino , alice braga , omar sy , rachel weisz , sara ramirez , laverne cox , sterling k brown , travis fimmel , kathryn hahn , fan bingbing , sendhil ramamurthy , monica bellucci , keanu reeves , winona ryder , david harbour , ming - na wen , salma hayek , peter dinklage , timothy olyphant , jeffrey wright , gina torres , gillian anderson , gil birmingham , billy porter , dominique jackson , & gong yoo !

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Omfg I loved this 😭😭😭😩

Skirting | Jim Hopper X Reader

Summary: you wear a short skirt around Hop and he enjoys it, to say the least.

Rating: 18+!!!!!!! Minors DNI! Srsly

Warnings/tags: very smutty, basically porn with plot, afab genitalia description, brief mention of food, fingering, p in v sex, I think that’s it??

A/N: I’ve been in a bad writing slump recently, like I’ve got 4 different wips but I hate them all soooo I churned out this bad boy for everyone’s hopeful enjoyment. It’s not my best work, it’s not beta’d, but I hope u can all enjoy hopper going feral for a skirt :’)

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Jim Hopper did not consider himself a man of fashion. If he wasn’t wearing his uniform, he rotated between a variety of flannel shirts and plain tank tops, save for his one “exciting” pink and green patterned button down that he saved for special occasions. That said, he most certainly was not a man of women’s fashion; he’d attempted to buy El clothes all of one time before realizing he knew nothing about what a teenage girl is supposed to wear. It wasn’t something he ever paid attention to- in the last several years when he was with a woman, he was more focused on getting her clothes off as quickly and efficiently as possible. That’s when you walked into the picture.

Upon moving to Hawkins, you quickly realized you were a bit more… in style, so to speak, than a lot of the ladies in town. You couldn’t blame them, it was a small town and trends took about five years to make it out there, and being from a larger city, you had more access to current styles. When you’d first moved there, you received several pointed stares from some women in your office who thought you showed too much leg or wore blouses that were too “over the top”. It didn’t bother you too much, however. You wore what made you feel comfortable and didn’t plan on changing that about yourself any time soon.

This confidence was what made you catch Jim’s eye. When you’d started going on dates, he liked how you were bold in what you did, be it with your opinions, your fashion, or whatever else. It drew him in to you, made him want to keep learning more and more.

So now, as you approached his car, he felt a jolt of heat straight up his spine. You looked amazing, to say the least; a black, long-sleeved shirt with loose arms was tucked carefully into a plaid skirt, your signature black tights (the ones the older women from the office thought were too gaudy for daytime wear) hugging your legs beneath it, and your feet tucked into sharp black heels. You looked beautiful, otherworldly- you always did in his eyes. And though he’d never considered himself a man that cared about what women wore, the length of your skirt and the consequent stirring low in his belly made him reconsider that sentiment.

He had to remind himself to get a grip as he got out of the car to open the door for you.

“You tryin’ to kill me before we even have dinner?” He said with a laugh, unable to help raking his eyes over you.

“Keep it together, Hop. I’m hungry.” You responded playfully before leaning across the seat and placing a kiss on his cheek. You muttered out an apology as you wiped the lipstick your smooch had left on his cheek.

The truth was: you knew you looked good. You’d spent more time than you were willing to admit getting your hair just the way you like it and took extra care applying yourself makeup. You’d been saving this new skirt for a special occasion, and decided a nice dinner with your favorite guy was as good a time as any. It was short- shorter than you usually went for, stopping around the middle of your thigh. But it hugged your curves like it was made for you, and you for it. And not only did you know you looked good in it, you knew it would drive Hopper crazy.

You had to admit, he held himself together extremely well throughout the dinner, considering the way you not-so-discreetly rubbed his ankle with your foot the whole time. It was fun teasing him and seeing how far you could push, and having (one too many glasses of) wine in your system only made you bolder.

His shell was beginning to crack though- you noticed as soon as he walked you to your door.

“Come in for a nightcap?” You’d asked him sweetly, leaning against your door. You reached a hand out to grab his and idly played with his fingers.

You knew his answer before he responded. “Can’t say no when you look at me like that,” he smiled down at you as you unlocked your door.

He settled himself into the small couch in your living room while you prepared him a drink. When you returned, you sat opposite of him, crossing your legs.

“Dinner was delicious,” you made conversation, letting the man sip and hum in agreement.

Hopper was doing his best to stay respectful. He kept his eyes trained clearly on your face in between sips of his drink. He definitely did not notice the way your skirt rode up when you crossed one leg over another, revealing even more of your clothed leg to him. Definitely not.

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for a bit before you set your glass down on the coffee table in front of you. As you scooted closer to him on the couch, he did the same and opened an arm to you. Settling into his side, you draped your legs over his.

“You really do look amazing tonight,” he said quietly, cheeks pinking with a slight embarrassment at being vulnerable.

You angled your head up to smile at him. “I’m glad you think so, I tried,” you admitted with a laugh.

He ran his hand slowly up and down your outer thigh, gliding easily over the nylon. “You don’t have to try at all. I always think you look nice.”

You couldn’t hold back anymore. You placed your palm on the side of his head and drew him in for a long, pressing kiss. He returned the sentiment, pushing his mouth against yours with the slightest hint of urgency. His hand slipped to the crook of your knees and adjusted your bodies so you were beneath him, and your legs were slotted together.

A pleased hum escaped your mouth at this position change. Your hands dragged along his scalp and tangled in the back of his hair, attempting to pull him closer. While the sex was great, these sorts of kisses were undeniably your favorite. They were passionate yet tender, holding all the weight of what was to come. He kissed you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered; if you were to ask him, he would probably say you were the only thing that mattered.

He pulled away from your mouth to bury himself in the space between your neck and shoulder. He pressed languid, open-mouth kisses to your neck that made your cheeks burn.

“Been wanting to get my hands on you since you walked to my car,” he told you in between kisses, his hand coming to rest on your hip.

You giggled at this. “Yeah baby?” Was all you managed, already becoming impatient with your need for more more more. “Wanna move to my bed?”

He removed himself from your neck to smile devilishly at you, letting you know he felt the same. “Thought you’d never ask,” he stood, offering you a hand. You hoped he didn’t notice the way you had to steady yourself, feeling sober from the alcohol but positively drunk on him.

You led him to your bedroom, flicking on the dim beside lamp before laying down. You held his hands in yours and tugged, but he remained standing for a moment.

Faintly, you felt embarrassed under his gaze. “What are you doing?” You asked sheepishly.

“Just… lookin’ at you. Pretty thing.”

The simple words did a number on you. It made your heart flutter and you tugged on his hands once more, desperate for his mouth again. This time he obliged and returned to his previous position with your legs slotted within each other.

You continued kissing like you had been on the couch, though now there was a higher sense of urgency. Your breathing had picked up and the kisses had become sloppier, tongues tangled together. As you laid there, you felt a hand slip between the two of you and tug on your blouse.

Sitting up slightly, you pulled the shirt over your head, revealing a sheer, lacy white bra. The way his breath hitched was not lost on you.

“Can I take these off?” He asked, moving his hand to run it along your upper thigh.

Once you’d replied with a breathy yes, please, he moved so he was on up his knees between your legs. He reached up within the skirt and found the top of the tights, then began pulling them along with your panties down your legs.

“So soft,” he murmured when your legs were bare for him.

You lifted your hips for him to pull the skirt off, but he stopped you. “No, leave it on, you look so good in it.”

Once again you found yourself flushed, unable to form proper sentences.

He ducked towards your chest, placing soft kisses on the top of your breast that wasn’t covered by the cups. Resting on one elbow, he moved his free hand to trace up your inner thigh. He was moving infuriatingly slowly, and the irony of the situation was enough to make you laugh. You’d spent all night teasing him, riling him up, only for him to end up getting you embarrassingly wet from his kisses and gentle touches. Though as soon as you felt him brush his middle finger over your center, you didn’t particularly care anymore.

“Fuck, so wet for me already?” He asked, looking up at you.

“What can I say,” you half laughed, half huffed.

He chuckled quietly at how flustered you were before dragging his knuckle through your wetness once more. He repeated this a few times, coating his finger before slowly sliding it into you. You inhaled sharply, and he watched your face with intensity as he moved the digit in and out, in and out. The obscene noise it made only served to make him impossibly harder, his erection straining against his jeans. He added his ring finger, reveling in the way you shuddered and let out a soft moan.

After what felt like an eternity on your end, he removed his fingers gently and offered them to you. Your eyes closed as you sucked on them gently, tasting yourself. When you finished, he stepped off the bed and you propped up on your elbows to watch him.

“Gimme a strip tease,” you mostly joked, head lolling to the side with a grin.

“You wish.” The man responded, tossing his discarded shirt to the side.

You couldn’t help the way you clenched around nothing watching him undo his belt and step out of his jeans. This was far from the first time you’d seen him nude, but every time you did, you were reminded of just how big he is. Free from the confines of his briefs, his cock stood tall and aching, and it was enough to make you feel lightheaded.

He returned to the bed, this time positioning himself so you caged him with your legs. He pushed your skirt up for better access, the fact that it remained on at all making you feel extra naughty. Leaning up to press a decidedly tender kiss compared to the nature of the situation to your mouth, he slid himself into you with a breathy gasp.

You sat like this for a moment, allowing yourself to adjust to the size of him. You locked your eyes onto his and placed your hands on his thick biceps before nodding a go-ahead.

He moved slowly at first, drawing out each pump. “Fuck.” He’d uttered, feeling the way you were so incredibly warm and tight around him.

Once he began picking up the pace, you were unable to contain the borderline-pornographic noises escaping your mouth. He was hitting so deep within you you were seeing stars. You couldn’t help raking your nails along the sides of his shoulders and the top of his back.

“You knew what you were doing, didn’t you?” He panted out. “Wearing that little skirt all night, knowing I’d wanna fuck you the second I saw it.”

You whined in response to the filth spewing from his lips. You loved when Hopper started rambling during sex.

His pace picked up once more, and by now he was drilling into you. The pressure in your lower stomach was starting to build, but you willed yourself you hold off and draw this out as long as you could.

“You know you drive me fuckin’ crazy,” he muttered, a hand slipping under the small of your back to lift your hips more.

With the new angle, you pressed your head further into the pillows. “God-shit, Hop. Feels so good,” you rambled out.

Through his moans you heard a laugh. “I know it does baby. You feel, fuck, feel amazing,” he pressed his forehead to yours.

You moved a hand from his bicep down to your clit, circling it with enough pressure to make your eyes squeeze shut. When he noticed this, you felt his hips stutter and his pace falter.

“Touchin’ yourself for me, pretty girl?” He asked, pulling you even closer with the hand under your back.

“I’m so close baby,” your words come out rushed and breathy. In a different scenario you would’ve made fun of yourself for how corny you sounded, but you didn’t have it in you to care at this point.

He did his best to keep up his pace as he gently nudged your hand off of your clit and replaced it with his thumb. He circled gently, and you felt yourself flutter around him.

“That’s it, let go. I got you.” His tender assurances combined with the overwhelming sensation of his dick and hands were too much.

You came hard around him, a long, drawn out moan leaving your chest. Your back arched up and your vision went white, the only thing grounding you being your death grip on his bicep. He wasn’t far behind, giving you three solid, drawn pumps before finishing deep inside you. He was spewing more filth, though you couldn’t process anything he was saying with how hard you were reeling after your orgasm.

Once you’d both come down, still tangled in each other’s limbs, you laughed quietly.

“So I forgot to ask, did you like my new skirt?”

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Feedback/interactions are always appreciated<3

[huntsvillehq]

David Harbour is reserved for 48 hours for K

Sadie Sink is reserved for 48 hours for Rachael

[soughthope]

Mobile Muse List

The activity of each muse will vary depending on my mood. I get obsessed. I'm human. You get it 💕

Canon Characters

Dean Winchester, 26 - ??, Jensen Ackles

Jo Harvelle, 24 - ??, Alona Tal

Meg Masters, ageless, Rachel Miner

Rowena Macleod, 300+, Ruth Connell

Steve Harrington, 19, Joe Keery

Max Mayfield, 15, Sadie Sink

Eddie Munson, 20, Joseph Quinn

Jim Hopper, 47, David Harbour

Dustin Henderson, 15, Gaten Matarazzo

Alex Chen, 21, Lana Condor

Chloe Price, 19, Emma Mackey

Kate Marsh, 18, Eliza Scanlen

Courtney Wagner, 18, Malese Jow

JJ Maybank, 19, Rudy Pankow

Rafe Cameron, 21, Drew Starkey

Wheezie Cameron, 14, Ciara Bravo

Pamela Isley, 28, Bridgit Regan

Bruce Wayne, 30, Robert Pattinson

Kara Danvers, 27, Melissa Benoist

Tony Stark, 35, Robert Downey Jr

Peter Parker, 21, Tom Holland

Frank Castle, 33, Jon Bernthal

Cassandra, 21, Adelaide Kane or Emma Appleton

Elsa, 25, Ginny Gardner

Peter Pan, Ageless, Robbie Kay

Fawn, Ageless, Emma Stone

Korra, 23, K. Devery Jacobs

Zuko, 25, Ryan Potter

Adora, 23, Florence Pugh

Catra, 23, Lulu Antariksa

Noah Flynn, 23, Jacob Elordi

Maya Hart, 15 - 20s, Sabrina Carpenter

Joel Miller, 40, Pedro Pascal

Nathan Scott, 20s, Felix Mallard

Noah Foster, 19 - 20s, John Karna

Emma Duval, 19 - 20s, Willa Fitzgerald

Billy Loomis, 19 - 20s, Skeet Ulrich - AU

Jakob Toretto, Verse dependent,

Letty Ortiz, Verse dependent, Michelle Rodriguez

Suki, 20s, Devon Aoki & Hayley Kiyoko

Bella Swan, 18 - 20s, Diana Silvers

Emmett Cullen, ageless, Cody Christian

Leah Clearwater, 20s, Julia Jones

Billy Hope, 30, Jake Gyllenhaal

Rick Grimes, 30s, Andrew Lincoln

Glenn Rhee, late 20s, Steven Yuen

Rosita Espinosa, 29, Christian Serratos

Penelope Featherington, 18, Nicola Coughlan

Anthony Bridgerton, 31, Jonathan Bailey

Simon Bassett, 29, Regé-Jean Page

Stiles Stilinski, 19 - 20s, Dylan Obrien

Scott McCall, 19 - 20s, Tyler Posey

Liam Dunbar, 20, Dylan Sprayberry

Stu Macher, 20 - ??, Matthew Lillard

Fezco, 20, Angus Cloud

OC Characters

Allison Roe, 17 - 27, Leighton Meester - one tree hill

Joshua Scott, 15 - 21, Peyton Meyer - one tree hill

Grace Scott, 18 - 20, Sara Weisglass - one tree hill

Princess Bean, 15, Georgie Henley - Fandomless

Tessa Cameron, 23, Madison Bailey - Fandomless

Finnegan Cunningham, 30, Sam Heughan - Fandomless

Noah Wolffe, 23, Nick Robinson - Incredibles universe

Lexi Oneill, 25, India Isley - Fandomless