#feat // riley.

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

LOS AMO 💕❤️

A ti también! Muaaak!❤️

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA LOOK LOOK IT'S THEM!!!

I LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT!! Matter of fact, I will put it as my desktop wallpaper (I edited it and put some effects on it I hope you don't mind)

TEEHEE 👉👈 This way I'm gonna look at them forever <3

THANK YOU SO MUCH ALY THEY LOOK SO GOOD AND LOOK SO HD IM GONNA DREAM ABOUT THEM!!

[visceralprayers]

jacob knew he should have slowed down, but it was a party and he wasn't going to ruin the night by sobering up too quickly. his gaze lifted when he saw a group enter, eyes narrowing when he spotted riley. he took his line and leaned back, rubbing at his nose and pushing himself up. he made his way into the kitchen, grabbing a beer from the fridge and looking over riley, " you're here... at my house, suppose I did say everybody could come. " @wailingbones

[appalachianapologies]

could not tell you where this came from. i was simply eating my rushed lunch and was gripped with the idea. bone apple tea have a snip with absolutely zero context ily <3

“Hey man, you alright?”

Mac shivers when he looks up, pushing wet bangs out of his eyes. Most of the blood is on the back of his hands, but Mac imagines that it still isn’t a great look.

“Oh. Wait, Angus, right?”

“Mac,” he replies, coughing as soon as he rasps out the word. “I go by Mac, now.”

“Oh, cool. I’m-”

“Bozer.” Nevermind the fact that they happened to be in the same grade in a town with barely 5,000 people—Mac’s pretty sure that everyone’s heard of Bozer. 

He gives a sheepish smile, as if he could read Mac’s mind. “You okay? Stupid question. Can I like… call someone for you?”

That’s a big part of Mac’s problem. Not that Bozer would know. “No,” Mac shakes his head, swallowing anything else. “I’m okay.”

“Do you like… want a ride or something?”

This time, Mac shakes his head with more fervor. “I uh, I appreciate your concern. But I’m good. Really.”

Bozer stares at him for long enough that standing out in the rain has probably gone from annoying to uncomfortable. “Look, for my own peace of mind, could I at least do something? I don’t feel great about leaving you here. Seriously. No ulterior motives.”

It’s almost funny how much it seems that Bozer hasn’t changed one bit in the five years since Mac’s seen him. Despite the fame, he’s still the same person who would wait long after school with someone when they missed their bus, or share crackers from his lunch. 

Mac couldn’t imagine still being the same person he was in high school. Not after everything.

Without asking for permission, Bozer moves, squatting and joining Mac on the side of a wet and dirty curb. 

“You don’t…” the words are lost on Mac as he tries to get them out. “I’m fine.”

“I’m not gonna leave you on the street when it’s raining.”

“I’m a stranger.”

“We spent twelve years together at school,” Bozer counters, though ‘together’ is a strong word. They existed in the same space geographically, but outside of study hall and the one off literature class, never saw or interacted with each other. Bozer was the type of person that everyone knew for all the right reasons, and Mac for the wrong ones.

Bozer pulls his phone from his pocket after a few seconds, but just barely glances at the screen before stuffing it back. “I haven’t seen you around here for a while.”

Mac raises an eyebrow. He wasn’t the only one who left Mission City. Last Mac heard, Bozer was getting calls left and right from Hollywood. Reporters, magazine owners, the whole thing. 

He’s right, of course. Mac hasn’t been back here for five years, but Bozer is the last person that Mac would’ve expected to recognize that. From Mac’s rough understanding, neither of them have called this town their home for a long few years.

“I haven’t been here for a while,” Mac eventually replies. There’s still a part of his brain that can’t quite comprehend the conversation he’s having right now. The fact that he’s even here to converse in the first place. 

“How’s your grandpa?”

A hollow laugh nearly escapes through Mac’s chest. “Dead.”

“Oh, shit. Fuck, I didn’t know.”

Shaking his head, Mac looks down at the rainwater beginning to collect in the divots of the road. “It’s fine. Just happened.” It’s the only reason Mac’s back here.

“Hey, listen, I know you’re probably going to say no to this, but just hear me out, okay?” Bozer doesn’t wait for Mac’s approval to continue, “Come back to my house with me.”

“Boze-”

“Just warm up, eat some food. My parents always cook too much, and I know they wouldn’t mind.”

This time, a laugh does manage to get out. Nobody’s parents want to see a sopping wet, road-rashed Mac. Nobody’s parents would even want to see a Mac that was put together- his own included. 

“I’m not leaving you out here. Just- please, man. I don’t want to wake up to my dad saying that they found your body tomorrow morning, okay?”

“You won’t.”

“Please.” Evidently, Bozer’s not above begging. “If you don’t come with me, I’ll end up telling my dad anyway, and you’d end up spending the night in the station anyway. You’ll at least get a home cooked meal this way.”

Mac bites the inside of his cheeks hard enough that he tastes blood.

“Mac-”

“Fine.”

“Yeah?”

Exhaling, Mac gives him a nod. “Yeah.”

[youredyingthatsallthereis]

kinktober day 4: body worship

soapghostroach t4t4t for day 4 :3 because trans-centric body worship is something i want more of so i write it myself

i tried to make it kind of explicit in here but in this piece soap has had full metoidioplasty without a vaginectomy or prosthetic testicles, so in reference to his dick/cock that is what it means.

nonsenseafterdarks list!

read on AO3

word count: 780

"you boys are too good to me."

ghost looked up at soap from the cushion he was kneeling on next to the stool soap's feet were resting on. roach was still delicately drying their captain's body off with a soft towel while soap sat, scotch in hand, fresh out of the shower, and ghost took care of his legs and feet, making sure they were all comfortably patted dry the way soap liked.

he placed the towel off to the side while soap gestured to roach with two fingers to come and meet him for a shallow kiss. "go on then," he encouraged, pulling back.

roach knelt down opposite ghost and they each took one of soap's feet that they had just slowly, lovingly cleaned and started pressing kisses all over them, taking time to make sure every inch was shown the devotion it deserved. ghost licked over the ball of soap's foot and ran his tongue between two of his toes, prompting a contented hum from the older man.

"just darling for me," he praised them, looking between his subordinates as they worked their way up over his ankles, kissing and licking his thick, strong legs.

by the time they'd gotten to his knees, he pulled his feet back and spread his legs wide. "in," he commanded gently.

the lieutenant and sergeant were eager to oblige, shuffling in so that they were pressed up against each other while they kissed up soaps inner thighs towards his cunt. ghost licked up over a spot he knew soap was extra sensitive on and the captain let out a pleasured sigh, reaching his free hand down and spreading himself for easier access to his dick.

roach leaned forward first, ever eager, and licked up from soaps hole until he had his cock totally in his mouth. ghost watched almost impatiently while roach gave him a few slow licks and sucks, basking in the pleasure of getting to do this for soap, before pulling back to give ghost a chance to do the same.

ghost was on him almost immediately, licking over his folds and cock like it was giving him life while roach put his attention on licking and sucking above him, over soap's lower abdomen.

soap sipped his scotch and watched as they both gave his body sheer, utter reverence. "beautiful, both of ye," he said, using his free hand to pull ghosts face up tighter against his cunt and setting his scotch down to thread his fingers through roach's long hair.

ghost moaned into his dick, savoring the way he tasted; roach let out a ragged breath against him, letting his tongue drag over the thick softness of soaps stomach.

ghost squirmed a bit, pressing his legs together at the unbearable arousal from soap's cock on his tongue and thick, strong thighs under his adoring touches.

"why don't you help ghost out down there, love," soap said, gently running his fingers through roach's hair while the sergeant kissed up his sternum.

roach didn't hesitate to get back down next to ghost and start licking his captain's cock along with ghost, letting out a whiny "mmmmph" when their tongues slid over each other with their eagerness to please.

they could feel him pulsate under their ministrations, slick starting to leak out of his hole. ghost eagerly lapped it up; he could never get enough of the way soap tasted.

soap got a hand in ghost's hair, gripping it tightly, and put a hand on the back of roach's head to pull him in closer. "fuck, just like that." he let his head fall back against the back of the chair. "just like that, boys."

roach groaned as his face smushed up against soap, quickly alternating between sucking hard and letting his tongue slide down until it was overlapping with ghosts. ghost momentarily fought the urge to grab roach and pull him into a filthy open-mouthed kiss, deciding instead to be good and lick up the side of soaps dick.

"fuck fuck - " soap came with a heave of his chest, gripping them both by the scalp, holding them close as he rode it out, rutting up against their tongues.

he loosened his grip as he started coming down, letting them both pull back for air. ghost couldn't hold back any longer; he put his hands on either side of roach's face so he could like deep into his mouth, letting himself taste all three of them at once.

he pulled off when soap let go of their hair and slid his hands down to the backs of their necks, leaning forward to give each of them a kiss. "you two next, aye?"

[morendodifame]

it was difficult, digging yourself out of the ground. she didn't appear to be too far from the surface and that only solidified that she wasn't where she was supposed to be. charlie may not have known who or where she was, but she understood that something was deeply wrong. she'd briefly scanned her surroundings, noticing two empty holes much like the one she'd climbed from, but had no idea who they belonged to. the thought did not occur to her until as she stumbled out of the sematary and down a long stretch of road.

the walk passed by quickly, charlie only seemed to realise the difference from the vacant, dark filled road when something within her told her to turn right. then, she noticed the dimly lit streetlights, porch lights lining the street. she blinked, following her instinct despite still having no idea what was going on, relying on some old instincts, it seemed. she stopped at a door, knocking lightly on its frame, something within her screaming that she was now where she was supposed to be. or rather, with whoever she was supposed to be. there seemed to be no immediate answer, and so charlie knocked again, no harder, no more impatient. finally, there was movement from inside, and the woman stepped back, waiting to see the face on the other side. @moreferarum

[fel0ny-01]

Some Christmas Ghoap Headcanons to cure your post-mw3 depression:

-Soap tries, he really tries to wrap presents well, but the sellotape gets stuck to the wrong part, and he doesn’t cut the wrapping paper sizes right, so it looks like a 3 year old did it.

-But, Ghost is insane at wrapping. He knows loads of little tricks to hide seams, so it looks like it’s literally a perfect cube, and Soap just watches him in awe.

-So when they are both on leave for Christmas and they need to get presents for the 141 & co., Johnny lets Simon wrap the presents (not just because he’s good, but he also likes watching him do it).

-They both take alternate Christmas leaves with one another, so for example, one year they’ll go to Glasgow, and the other year they’ll go to Manchester. (Ghost knows the Manchester Markets are superior, and he knows Soap agrees but he will never admit it.)

-Just as Simon is a God at wrapping, Soap is a God at decorating. He knows how to make a space look so Christmassy in the span of a few hours, and that’s when Simon sits and watches in awe (Unless Johnny wants him to put baubles on the tree.)

-They both have baubles with their names on! (And They HAVE to be next to eachother on the tree)

-They have a fireplace, and it’s always on during the evenings. Especially when they cuddle watching Christmas Romcoms.

-They have a film rotation, much to each others dismay. They both prefer other films, but this is usually how it goes.

1. Nightmare before Christmas (of course), Elf, Nativity, Love Actually, The Polar Express, Die Hard (it’s definitely a Christmas film, Johnny argues) & Home Alone.

[moreferarum]

" do you think someone can actually die from boredom ? forget sunlight and holy water , this may actually be my kryptonite . " riley knew they were being dramatic but it was something that everyone should have been used to by now . " oh , do you think we could rip someone apart and get away with it ? " riley questioned , a bright smile touching their lips .

[nightsprung]

incoming / @lastblues, featuring art donaldson for jordan riley: "what if i kissed you right now?”

the last two years have been nothing short of a whirlwind for jordan. coming out of an engagement with no marriage, no ring and no man was enough of a tabloid shit storm to deal with — one that she shouldered gracefully with little acknowledgement, as she had perfected over the years. the rothfield massacre helped with that; going through the media gauntlet before earning her degree gave her the thick skin she needed to survive the hollywood gossip machine. seeing her named plastered across headlines amid her failed engagement didn’t bother her much. she let the public mull over the reasons why her romantic life was in shambles (demanding work schedules, putting career before love, the ever-present cheating rumors) — they could speculate, and she would stay busy with a full filming and promotion schedule.

one of those projects — drop shot — is finally gracing the big screen and with it, comes the beginning of what jordan hopes is a massive positive reception of her hard work. the months spent training alone to serve an authentic performance as a tennis professional at the top of her game should earn her that much, and she had art donaldson to thank for that. while tashi duncan had been the director’s first choice for a trainer, they couldn’t pass up an offer for the next best thing. jordan was pleasantly surprised to have clicked so quickly with him; he knew when to be firm during training and when to crack a joke or ease up, and didn’t take it the wrong way when jordan asserted she didn’t want her hand held through the process.

maybe that’s why she was so happy to see he had accepted the premier invite. maybe that’s why she had taken time on the carpet to make sure she said hello and caught up with him. maybe that’s why she had made sure he got the details on the after party celebration, and maybe that’s why she lingered past her usual hard limit of a two hour party window. her attention had been occupied most of the night by others — colleagues, friends, former collaborators, future collaborators. let’s get lunch soon, I’ve got a project you’d be perfect for and I want to hear your thoughts.

it’s everything she’s wanted and there’s still some pieces missing.

she manages to sneak away and find herself on a balcony far enough removed from the rest of the crowd to where she can breathe, and when she realizes it’s occupied, she turns to leave, and when she notices it’s art, she finds so many reasons to stay. the rest of the world seems to disappear as she stands beside him, leaning against the iron frame of the balcony, looking out over the director’s estate — rolling hills and a winding drive up, easily one of the priciest homes in orange county. but her thoughts are elsewhere as the conversation flows between them with an ease that only comes with a natural connection.

she doesn’t notice the gap between them getting smaller and smaller. not until they’re turned into each other, and she’s close enough to count each freckle dusting across his nose, close enough to smell the mixture of his cologne and aftershave and the imported beer he’s been drinking. his voice has gotten softer now, so soft that she almost misses his question. almost.

‘ are you asking permission? ’ she can’t help but find it endearing. they’re both fully grown adults and yet he possesses a boyish quality so effortless, it’s charming and she leans into it. she’ll reach a hand out to smooth the lapels of his jacket, observing her work before her gaze lifts to meet his. if she craned her head, she’d be the one kissing him — but she doesn’t want to take the opportunity from him. not yet. ‘ there’s only one way for you to find out. ’

[wicked-jade]

So, good news… I saw a dog today!!

And another dog…

Awww! They're kissing under the… wait! There’s no mistletoe in here!

OMG, THREE dogs!!!

Best Christmas Eve EVER!!!

Merry Christmas, Cobra Kai fam! From Skelly Johnny and his three elves.

[thislovintime]

Release (Peter Tork, Reine Stewart, Judy Mayhan, and Riley Cummings), 1969.

“[Judy Mayhan] had played the folk circuit and worked as a waitress at New York’s famous Gaslight Club when she met Peter Tork […], who helped her along in the business.” - The Columbia Record, December 18, 1971

“According to Judy, Peter is another one of those good guys. It seems he frequently opens his doors to needy guests.” - Star-Gazette, March 7, 1970

“Shortly after the [Factory and] Fraternity [of Man] party ended, [Lowell George] took on a job for Peter Tork of Monkees. Tork quit the group [...], was doing some teaching, formed a production company [ed. note: Breakthrough Influence Company (BRINCO)], and managed a folk singer, Judy Mayhan. One of his students was a cousin of Lowell’s, and Peter gave him a call, inviting him to help with the music for demo for Atlantic Records. Mayhan got the deal, [but] Tork was soon out of the picture.” - Ben Fong-Torres, Willin’: The Story of Little Feat (2013) (x)

“That [‘Peter Percival Patterson’s Pet Pig Porky’] was taught to me by Judy Mayhan, who was a singer that I worked with and managed for a time — she had an album on Elektra. It was just a thing she had heard at a nursery school. I got credited for it [on the album] because Screen Gems never asked me who wrote it. It’s actually public domain.” - Peter Tork, Pisces, Aquarius, Capricorn & Jones Ltd. CD liner notes, 1995

[wntrflln]

riley  had  kept  her  distance  at  first .  there  was  a  lot  of  chaos  after  what  happened  and  with  joshua  with  nina ,  riley  was  attempting  to  do  damage  control  with  their  people .  eventually ,  she  found  herself  moving  down  a  familiar  hallway  before  stopping  infront  of  matteo’s  door .  she  took  in  a  breath  before  knocking  deciding  that  barging  in  wasn’t  going to help  matters . @saintivcry​

[nightshadeis]

Pics from pride!

[visceralprayers]

joshua pulled over the truck and hopped out, drawing his gun just in case, although he could see fairly easily that this was something of a commune. he glanced back at riley and sighed softly, " guess this goes without saying, but don't get sucked in by a cult, yeah? " he itched his jaw, " fuck, let's just do this. "

matteo spotted the car from the house, she glanced over her shoulder and nodded when one of their people informed her of the vehicle. " I got it, " she assured, making her way outside and closing the distance with the approaching strangers, " there's no need for your gun, this is a peaceful place. please put that away. "

[pokemonruby]

since my favorite manga series of all time just came to an end, i'm legally obligated to tell you all to read houseki no kuni/land of the lustrous.

it is a phenomenal read with exceptional storytelling, and unfathomably beautiful and unique artwork, and phos is an incredibly tragic and sympathetic protagonist whose character arc will leave you simultaneously heartbroken but also hopeful. also nonbinary rock people.

[felteverywhere]

closed starter for @hclysins

"bet that was plenty riveting." warner appeared from behind riley as an older man he didn't recognise finally walked off. he was late to the event but immediately on the hunt for his quasi partner in crime turned occasional verbal sparring partner. their families had been getting together for these things since the two had been in diapers, though their version of friendship was relatively questionable. his sister would swear up and down that he had a crush and... well, maybe she wasn't that far off. the sight of riley would make anyone understand that much. offering her a little smirk, he did his best to be subtle in taking in her outfit. "good to see me, right? i would have stepped in there, but i didn't want to be rude."

[morendodifame]

josh was nervous, strangely so. he half expected somebody to deny him the evening if only because he and dakota were still strangers, technically, but everybody seemed to understand that the two men clearly found something in each other, and if it was temporary, at least it was substantial. he paced around outside the farmhouse for a moment before breathing out a sigh and looking to riley, who seemed mostly bemused by her brother's nerves, " let's go in then... "

gabriel was quite pleased to host dinner for the kids, it was an easy way for brian to be seen to be making a true effort too, considering he was staying with gabe for the time being. he was doing his best by dakota these days and gabriel appreciated it. he watched them briefly interact since dakota's arrival and kept out of the way, giving them some time. one by one, his own family had arrived and now they were just waiting on joshua and, more surprisingly, riley, who had opted to arrive with her brother versus matteo.

matteo glanced out of the window when he heard the car pull up but said nothing just yet. he watched joshua nervously walk back and forth through the yard and decided to keep the news of their arrival to himself. evidently, josh needed a minute. matteo, instead, waited patiently for riley to climb out of the car, and for josh to climb the steps before he turned to dakota with a hint of a smile, " they're here. " @moreferarum