#dollie daring

[killertoons]

was making a story with the idea of someone finding a wally puppet and using it for a college project... pulled the guy from a barrel to use for a grade and needs work to be fixed...

idk i just think it be cute. and an interesting start toa story where the character ends up in the neiborhood.

[several-breathing-eyes]

I have this head cannon that sometime after the Battle of the labyrinth Annabeth is in the car with her dad and Jolene by Dolly Parton comes on. And Annabeth is struck with this intense feeling of kinship with Dolly Parton. Cause like, she too is a blonde with a red-headed hussy trying to steal her man. And she gets really fired up listening to the song and thinking about how this girl could steal Percy away from her. And then the song gives her hope because Dolly wins. Dolly keeps her husband.

So then sometime after the last Olympian Annabeth is in the car with her dad and Jolene comes on again. And Annabeth just whispers "I did it Dolly. I won. He's mine." And Frederick Chase just turns to her like "Annie wtf are you talking about?"

[blonderonette]

[eldewinddolly]

🩵 Don’t let your spirit die, this is just a conflict of the mind 🩵

✨ !!! HYPERFIXATIONS COLLIDE !!!✨

I’m weeks late but the minute I heard my absolute beloved Aurora’s latest song ‘Conflict of the Mind’ I knew what I had to do. It’s a song that deeply moves me, I relate to it a lot but it also feels so much like something Artemis or Angeline would feel but never say out loud.

It was my first time drawing with an actual reference image (from the music video which you must absolutely check out if you haven’t seen it already), it was pretty fun and I do like the end result, even though shadows still prove to be my ultimate nemesis.

[ohmydais]

[merevide]

i love when 🩵 country music 🩵

[thekenobee]

Dying in a lecture? I'm bored too haha. (Or not so haha bc eah not funny)

What could I be asking... ?

Oh. Favorite animal encounter/story in the Aubreyad series? (Apart from the sloth of course)

And

What animal(s) would you bring onto the ship to annoy the f out of Jack?

Ohhhh we're bored buddies, then!

That's a lovely question! I really loved the wombat who tried to eat Jack's hat withing first 4 pages of the Surgeon's Mate? I would have to check!

And I really liked Jack swimming with a seal! In The Letter of Marque!

Which animal would I bring aboard to drive him completely bonkers?

A PARROT. he would definitely not like things she would like to say-

[greensparty]

Remembering Christopher Ciccone 1960-2024

Madonna's younger brother / collaborator / designer / author Christopher Ciccone has died at 63. Madonna is 1 of 6 children and Christopher was 2 years younger than her.

Madonna and Christopher circa 1984

He was a backup dancer and choreographer for Madonna in her early days including some music videos like "Lucky Star". He was a dresser for her on the Virgin Tour, art director on some singles, art director on the Blond Ambition Tour (documented in the excellent tour documentary Madonna: Truth or Dare, which Christopher appeared in), and tour director on the Girlie Show tour. He also directed some music videos for several artists including Dolly Parton and Tony Bennett. He also wrote his autobiography Life with my Sister Madonna. Reportedly they had their ups and downs but came back together in recent years.

The link above is the obit from AP.

[killertoons]

Was getting a lil self indulgent with this one. Cause why not, howdy x OC ship for M E!

[dollishmehrayan]

# “THE WOMAN WAS TOO STUNNED TO SPEAK…” ── .✦ ( batboys w an unhinged!reader and blunt!reader )

a/n: this is from my little brain of mine , and I like to honor it for @kyriakis anywhoo I’m back and omg 1k?! Alsoo guys dw! I’m gonna do the event tomorrow && I’m gonna pick out some prompts I have organized, so i didn't forget okay but i just got a lot of DMs asking when I’m gonna do it for you guyss so yeah it’s gonna be tomorrow since I’m gonna re-edit + add some ideas of your guys votes!! Tags: (batboys x unhinged!reader)

© dollishmehrayan — ( all rights reserved to me. These works cannot be reposted, translated, or modified. Thank you for understanding dollies! )

DICK GRAYSON ── .✦

He’s always caught off guard but loves it. Your bluntness is a breath of fresh air for Dick, who’s so used to diplomatic conversations. You say whatever’s on your mind with zero filter, and he’s like, “Oh, wow. Okay. I respect it.”

Hates it when you don’t hold back with him. He’s used to being the charming, funny guy who makes everyone laugh, but you hit him with a “That was dumb, don’t do that again” and his brain short circuits for a second. “You can’t just say that!” “Why not?”

Finds it hilarious when you wreck other people’s egos. You have zero time for anyone’s nonsense, and when someone messes up, you let them know. Dick’s in the background, trying not to laugh. “Do you not think before you speak?!…” He’s always acts so shocked but hey, he’s kinda enjoying it unless it’s aimed at him. (He can’t fight verbally for the life of him without saying some cringe shit)

Doesn’t even try to change you. Dick knows what he’s getting into, and he loves you for it. He’s never going to ask you to ‘tone it down.’ He actually finds your unapologetic attitude pretty hot.

He’s 50% worried you’ll get into trouble, 50% impressed. But in the end, he’ll always back you up, saying, “She’s just honest. Get used to it.”

JASON TODD ── .✦

Finally, someone who speaks his language. Jason lives for the fact that you don’t care what people think. He loves how blunt you are, especially when you cut through the BS with the precision of a sharp knife.

Gets protective when people try to push your boundaries. If someone dares disrespect you, Jason’s the first one to step in. “You’ve got a problem with her? You’ve got a problem with me.”, “Jason that was so fucking cringey..”

Appreciates that you don't sugarcoat things for him. You’ll tell him exactly how it is, whether it’s about his attitude or a bad decision he made, and he respects it, it’s like the tt sound where “that’s when it hit me, it was the best idea I ever had..” but like this: “Not gonna lie, that was a terrible plan, Jay,” and he’ll just nod. “Fair.”

You guys have the most chaotic, weirdest conversations. It’s a mix of witty banter, ridiculous one-liners, and deadpan sarcasm. Other people can’t even keep up with the energy.

The idea of dating a ‘good girl’ never appealed to him anyway. He thrives off your unhinged energy. You’re unpredictable, and it keeps him on his toes, which he loves. “Yeah, you’re definitely not boring.” (Although the thing is he does love innocent people, like if you’re like gen clueless he wants preserve your innocence.)

TIM DRAKE ── .✦

Tim’s brain can’t keep up with you. Your blunt, no-nonsense attitude constantly makes him blink in confusion. One minute you’re casually roasting someone, and the next, you’re giving a straight-up critique of his latest plan. He’s learning that he can’t outthink you.

He admires your unapologetic honesty. Tim has a lot of internalized doubts, so watching you casually reject anyone’s judgment is a nice contrast. You don’t apologize for your thoughts, and it’s something he secretly admires.

Constantly second-guesses himself around you. Your sharp tongue makes him want to be as confident as you. He gets nervous about saying anything that might sound soft, so when he stumbles, you’re like, “What was that? I swear you just whispered something.” And he’ll blush hard, muttering an apology.

You both have a sarcastic sense of humor that others don’t quite get. You say something outrageous, and Tim will respond with the driest remark possible. People in the room often wonder if you two are joking or just genuinely a bit rude.

Not scared to call him out. When Tim’s too nice, you’ll be like, “You need to stop letting people walk all over you. Grow some teeth.” Tim won’t admit it, but that does motivate him to be a little bolder.

DAMIAN WAYNE ── .✦

Damian is a bit taken aback at first. He’s used to people being respectful or like seeing him as kinda a role model, so when you come out with a “That’s dumb, don’t even talk to me right now,” he’s not sure how to handle it. He will stand there, blinking, while processing your bluntness. (He’s too stunned to speak 😞)

Genuinely respects your forthrightness, though. “I’ll admit, I have never met someone so… honest.” He starts respecting you even more, thinking you’re someone he can’t manipulate or charm easily.

Loves that you’re as stubborn as he is. If you’re determined about something, there’s no changing your mind. You’ll fight for your opinions even if it gets you into a heated debate. And Damian’s right there with you, arguing like it’s the most fun thing in the world.

Tries to match your bluntness. “You talk too much,” he says one day, and you immediately reply, “And yet, here you are, listening to every word I say.” Damian actually pauses for a second, impressed. “Right..”

Loves how you’ll shut down his critics with zero hesitation. Someone says something disrespectful to him, and you’ll be the first to shoot back, “He doesn’t need your advice, trust me.” He’ll give you a proud little smirk. “I like the way you handle things.”

BRUCE WAYNE ── .✦

At first, Bruce is a bit disconcerted by your bluntness. Bruce’s the kind of guy who expects people to be formal and classy, and you just come in with “This entire meeting is a waste of my time. I don’t care about any of this.” He blinks, then quietly admires your bravery.

Totally respects your unfiltered honesty. Bruce has had enough of the world’s games, so when you don’t bother to pretend or hold anything back, it’s like a breath of fresh air for him.

Secretly loves when you don’t play nice." He knows you're not afraid of saying what you think, and when you call him out on his brooding or overly protective behavior, he listens. “You’re right. I’m sorry for not trusting you more.” (He totally doesn’t have a tracker on your hair clip..🥰)

You both have moments of pure savage honesty that no one else gets. There’s no need for filters, and you’ll both exchange one-liners so dry that it leaves everyone else in the room confused.

Finds it endearing when you make his plans more interesting. “This is ridiculous. Why are we doing this again?” You snap at him in a room full of his board members, and he just gives you a look that says, “I’m never apologizing for you.”

[theglasscat]

Gilmore Girls S4 is the strongest writing but it's also where we see the very beginning of a shift in lighting and camera work that will later be attributed to its weakest season

[carnations-fixations]

God, listened to something the other night and I can't stop thinking about like, working a terrible office job an just totally zoning out for an hour, playing solitaire or tetris on your computer until your boss calls you into her office

And you're just like oh fuck oh fuck she's gonna fire me oh shit oh shit-

Then you finally get into her office and she's sitting at her desk, rubbing her temple and staring at her computer with pure fucking disdain

You manage to squeak out a small "You wanted to see me?" And she looks up, her face relaxing almost imperceptibly. She tells you to sit and you do, not giving your obedience a second thought. You're still terrified you'll be out of a job.

"This meeting is killing me, and I know you're not doing any work in there, so you're going to stay here with me until it's over."

You look at her confused.

"I've seen you check me out more than enough times by now, love. Now, you can absolutely walk back out that door and keep not-working, I assure you no one's stopping you, or you can stay here and earn a little bonus."

Now you understand what's happening. She points to the floor next to her and you stand, walking over and kneeling. You think about leaving. You think about quitting. But she's right, you've been very attracted to her since the moment you saw her, and you struggle to keep your eyes off her body. So maybe this isn't so bad

She starts by just petting your hair as you sit there, staring forward and feeling a cocktail of anxiety, fear, and excitement bubbling in your chest. Then she gets even more bored, and slowly turns her chair so that you're facing each other instead of being side by side

"Last chance," She says, staring lasers into your skull. You can't bring yourself to meet her gaze, but you stay right where you are, obediently making your allegiance clear.

"Good girl," She says, opening her legs. She puts your head between her thighs, not taking off her pants, at least not yet. You finally look up at her, and she's staring at you with the most intense adoration you've ever been subject to. She's surprisingly gentle, simply petting your hair and looking down at you. Her pants are starting to bulge, the sight of you between her legs enough to get her aroused.

You feel daring enough to, while keeping eye contact, kiss her inner thigh. She grins and nods.

"Go on, doll."

Your chest feels like it's wrapped around a nuclear core. Jesus Christ this is hot- you look away, blushing profusely, and she slaps you. Not exceedingly hard, but it stings and sends a message.

"Eyes up here, doll."

You nod again, looking back up at her and placing gentle kisses on her thighs, moving higher... higher... until her grip on your hair becomes somewhat sadistic, pushing you closer to her now-prominent bulge.

You kiss and nuzzle and- god she smells fucking good- it's already enough to get you feeling high off her scent. She nods and pets you, pushing you down, although you don't need it. You'd already be grinding your face against her regardless.

Finally, you get brave, and reach up to her belt.

"That's it, dolly, go ahead- You know how to please Mommy, don't you~?"

God- No one's really talked to you like this before, and it makes your head swim, forgetting the inappropriate nature of all of this. All you want is to make her happy- You undo her belt with shaking hands and unzip her pants, just pulling them apart enough to get to what you need-

She's nice enough to help you pull her panties down, and you finally have access to her long, throbbing cock. A sound escapes you, like an excited squeak.

"Aww, little puppy wants a treat?"

You feel hot and fuzzy and strange and all you can think about is sucking Mommy's cock like a good little whore- you don't even know where these impulses come from. At this point, you don't care. You just inhale and let the scent of her musk erase all your thoughts.

"Open."

You obey.

She lowers herself onto your tongue.

"Suck."

You obey.

She pushes your head down, lower, until you're gagging harshly.

"Good fuckin' girl- Mnh--fuck, you're not too bad at this, I should keep you around-- nnNNgh-"

Hearing her voice break only makes your mind break double, looking up at her and sucking like your life is on the line, She bites back loud moans, dictating your pace with a hand in your hair. As she starts to get rougher and rougher, you can't help but feel so, so needy- hitting your uvula and making you gag, something you never thought you'd like, is like heaven in her hands.

"Mmn-- God you're such a good little whore for Mommy- NHfh--"

The praise only makes you more excited, and you find yourself starting to grind on her wing-tip Oxford's, whining on her cock. She doesn't notice, too distracted by your mouth, she starts to roughly fuck your face, hold you steady as she bucks her hips.

You feel her tense, and you whine, pushing yourself down all the way as she cums down your throat. The noise you make is depraved, and she responds with a low, gutteral groan, holding you down and breathing heavily.

Finally, she let's you up, her seed dripping down your chin from what you couldn't swallow. She takes her finger and runs it up your chin, gathering up the string that's fallen out, and shoves it in your mouth.

"Good fucking girl, perfect for Mommy... Now, clean her off."

You lick and suck at the tip of her limp cock, cleaning off all of the cum you can before putting her dick away. You're still grinding on her shoe, not even really thinking about it, but you're making noises that tip her off, and now that you're not choking on her cock you notice how close you are.

"Aww, little slut got so worked up she couldn't help herself, huh?"

You nod, whining and holding onto her leg.

"Are you close, doll?"

You nod again.

"Go ahead baby, keep going. I want you to cum for Mommy, okay? Just keep going and say Mommy's name when you cum, doll"

You nod again, quickly and appreciatively, grinding and whimpering as you feel your orgasm flood closer. You manage to whine out a single word as you cum, ruining yourself in her office.

"Mnhhh- Mm-Monmy--!!"

She pets your hair and smiles down at you, clearly pleased at your obedience as you ruin yourself on her shoe.

Well, now there's a problem. You're panting and shaking on the floor, covered in her cum and your own, and you still have another 3 hours of work.

"You can clean up in my office's bathroom, darling, take your time. I want you to finish out the day in that skirt, though. Some people have been getting a little too friendly with my doll, and they need to be reminded who you belong to."

You mumble out a slurred "Yes Mommy" as you sit limp against her leg, catching your breath.

Something tells you this isn't a one time deal.

[you-misunderstood-the-beatles]

@fclklqre if you demand on reblogging spencer stuff i will subject you to my bf (real shit btw, im not lying)

[littlelesbianintern]

the artistry of cowboy carter is monumental. sampling black bird - a song about the struggles of a black woman during the civil rights movement - and using it to pass the torch to a new generation of black country girlies. a dolly and willie nelson - two elder statesmen of the country genre - feature thereby confirming the genre as country to anyone who would dare argue otherwise. the linda martell show being in reference to linda martell the first successful black woman in the country circuit. the track list design paying homage to chitlin circuit; a series of venues in the Jim Crow south that would host black musicians during segregation. a good vibration by the beach boys sample. and a goddamn jolene sample (and dolly doesn’t just let anyone sample her discography). there are so many layers to cowboy carter i fear i may be analysing for a good while.

[ohmydais]

It’s so funny how Rag Dolly has a song called Mexico yet they start in New York, end up in Florida, Over Mississippi (flying bed-turned-boat) (ig that means they went over other states too but they only mentioned Mississippi specifically), Nebraska, & California yet never enter Mexico

[chloeangelbaby]

Your bed

Crybaby! Reader x Rafe Cameron

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The room was dark except for the faint glow of the clock on the nightstand. It was nearly 2 a.m., and Rafe was sound asleep, his arm lazily draped over your waist. Normally, that would’ve been enough to lull you to sleep, his warmth and presence anchoring you in comfort. But tonight, nothing was working.

The air in the room felt thick and suffocating, the bed was too firm, and your stomach churned relentlessly. You’d tossed and turned for what felt like hours, adjusting pillows, pulling the blanket on and off, and trying to focus on your breathing. But the nausea only grew worse, and every attempt to get more comfortable left you even more frustrated. Your eyes filled with tears as the overwhelm hit you like a tidal wave.

You weren’t homesick—you loved being with Rafe, but this cabin, this bed, this entire setup—it wasn’t right. It wasn’t his bed. Before you realized it, you were shaking Rafe’s shoulder, your quiet sobs breaking the stillness of the night. “Rafe… Rafe, wake up,” you whispered, your voice trembling with desperation.

Rafe stirred, groaning softly as he blinked himself awake. “What’s wrong, baby?” he mumbled, his voice heavy with sleep. But the second he saw your tear-streaked face, he shot upright, his hand immediately cupping your cheek.

“Dolly, what is it? What’s going on?” “I can’t sleep,” you choked out, the words tumbling over each other. “The bed is so hard, and it’s so hot, and I feel like I’m gonna throw up, and I don’t know what to do. I just… I want to go home.

I can’t do this, Rafe.” His heart clenched at the sight of you, so overwhelmed and lost in your discomfort. “Okay, okay,” he said softly, pulling you into his lap. “It’s okay, baby. Breathe. I’m here. Just breathe for me.” You buried your face into his chest, clutching at his shirt as you sobbed.

“I just need to sleep. I don’t care about the trip. I just want to feel okay.” Rafe kissed the top of your head, his hand stroking your back in slow, soothing motions. “We’ll go home,” he said firmly, his voice steady despite the exhaustion lingering in it.

“We’ll pack up right now and leave. Don’t worry about anything, Dolly. I’ll take care of it.” You nodded against him, your breathing hitching as you tried to calm down. “I feel stupid” you whimpered. “You’re not stupid” rafe reassured you.

“But I always do this” you whimper a higher pitch this time. But rafe reassured you, by tilting your chin up so you could meet his eyes. “I wasn’t feeling this trip either. Honestly, I’d rather be home with you anyway. So don’t you dare feel bad about this.” He eased you out of his lap and onto the edge of the bed. “Stay here. I’ll start packing.” But as soon as he got up, the nausea swirled again in your stomach, and you bolted to the bathroom.

Rafe was right behind you, holding your hair back as you knelt in front of the toilet. “It’s okay,” he murmured, kneeling beside you. “Let it out if you need to, baby.” You didn’t throw up, but the position brought some relief. Exhaustion began to weigh on you, and you leaned against the cool tile, eyes fluttering shut.

Rafe frowned, scooping your hair into one hand while brushing your cheek with the other. “You’re so tired,” he said softly. “You just need a good cry and some rest. I’ll get us home, Dolly. Just hang on for me.”

True to his word, Rafe quickly began packing your bags, moving quietly but efficiently around the room. Every now and then, he’d pop back into the bathroom to check on you, rubbing your back or kissing your temple.

You mumbled something incoherent, your body too drained to argue as he carried you to the car. He made sure you were bundled up in blankets, the seat reclined just enough to keep you comfortable.

As the car hummed to life, you let out a soft sigh, the familiar scent of Rafe’s cologne filling the space and easing your frayed nerves. The cabin trip may have been a bust, but with Rafe by your side, you knew you’d be okay.

And as he drove down the dark highway, his hand resting protectively on your thigh, you finally drifted off, feeling safe and loved in the only place that truly mattered—wherever Rafe was.

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