#frankie x joey

[starryeyesxx]

[adnihilumm]

Head canon: Remus is sad/annoyed and Sirius sits down beside him and starts doing this shit to make him crack up

[misguidedasgardian]

Wildcats (XXXIV)

XXXIV. In the hen house

MASTERLIST

Summary: The foxes are inside the hen house

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Zombie apocalypse AU, living dead, zombies, guts, blood, guns, kissing, longing, smut!, talks about torture, THE SANCTUARY AND EVERYTHING THAT COMES WITH IT, meaning ‘slavery’, torture, involuntary imprisonment, hard labour, work for safety, coerce into marrying, polyamorous marriage, might miss some important warnings, but you know what this is about

+18, MINORS DNI

Notes: Sorry for the delay, lost the traction on this story.

It as some sort of ritual they put him through

Daryl was never going to forget the face Negan made, the sick smile he gave him.

“That’s my soldier”, he purred. He gave Dwight a signal and he opened the door, “I told you I was going to get you a new pair of shoes, right?”, he teased, Laura entered the room, Fat Joey and a couple of others entered in tow

“Tell Frankie I want her to… attend… Daryl boy here, as his new rank implies”, Laura just smirked at him and nodded, “and tell Tanya to pull something together for him, and to Sherry”, Negan said this staring directly at Dwight, “ell, just to make him feel more comfortable”, he demanded. “Follow her, would ya?”, said Negan, Daryl looked at him one last time and decided to do it.

There was something different about Daryl now, despite the bruises of the brutal beating they gave him a couple of hours ago, he stood tall this time, his step was more sure, and he had a determined look in his eyes

A look Negan had seen in each of his men, his saviors

He smirked as he saw Daryl walk away from him

The first stop was another room, but this one seemed to be some sort of closet, where piles and piles of clothes were laid, hangers filled with pants and others with henleys, shirts, you name it. For every size and gender

“Pick some clothes savior”, Daryl actually flinched when he heard Laura call him that, but he needed to pick his battles and if it was true that Negan was going to grab you, he needed to get dressed, you couldn’t see him like that, not again.

He grabbed some jeans, a dark blue henley. and underwear, socks and a boxer. and a tank top to wear underneath. But then he remembered something.  

“Yeh, give me my vest back”, he demanded, reaching with his hand towards Dwight, who was standing by the door, he smirked as he removed his vest slowly.

“Have it cleaned”, he said to Fat Joey, which he nodded quickly and ran to accomplish his command.

“My bike too”, he said then

“It’s yours, I told you, didn’t I?”, he said, raising his hands in the air. Daryl was learning where he fit in the food chain right now, he turned and grabbed a pair of biker boots on his size, and nodded, grabbing onto the clothes against his chest.

“I’m moving people, just need two vehicles, we are grabbing a very special guest, meet me at the gate in five”, Negan’s voice boomed through the walkie talkie

Then the squadron took him to a big bathroom, in one of the superior levels.

“Please, rinse thoroughly”, mocked Laura as he let him inside. 

It was a big bathroom, all white tiles, and a big spacious shower.

Only with you in his mind he regulated the water, not really waiting until he peeled the disgusting suit out of his body, and got in. The water on his tired body felt heavenly, and merely second he looked down and saw all the dirt and grime on the floor of the shower.

He looked around and he saw… anything he could need was in there. shampoo, conditioner, soap, liquid soap, in bar, in all smells and colors, He grabbed a loofah? its that what was it called? and the most manly-smelling soap he could find and he rubbed himself raw with it. Until his skin was red.

He tried to push aside all of his dark thoughts, of all the stuff they pulled on him since they took him. How they left him naked, how they didn’t let him sleep, how they… beat him up.

He had to put it aside… for now… now he got you involved in this, so, now, he was going to have to pull in twice the work, because of any mistake, and you were the one who was going to pay for it. By now he had a pretty good guess of what Negan’s modus operandi was.

He took care of himself like he had never done before.

He shampooed his hair, he even got a bit of conditioner in there, he washed his face thoroughly, he got soap in every nook and cranny of his own body, and made sure to rinse himself too. If he was going to play at being a soldier, he needed to look like one.

There were towels waiting for him, and as he looked around the all white room he thought himself to be in some irreal situation, he couldn’t believe what was going on. 

He dried himself pretty quickly, and got dressed.

How long has it been since he had clean clothes?

He didn’t take the one the Alexandriands offered him when he got there, down the line he might grab something on that mission in DC, but it had been a while.

He got dressed pretty quickly, the clothes fit him perfectly, and then he opened the door.

“Oh my!”, mocked Laura, “who would have thought that under all that… a decent man was hiding, (y/n) is a lucky girl”, Laura eyed him up and down with a smirk on her face, Daryl only growled something incoherent.

“Next stop, follow me”, she said. 

She led them to the top levels of the factory. He knew this way, he knew where they were taking him. his grim commitive left him in the lunge of all of Negan’s wives

Sherry was there to receive him.

“You said it”, she wasn’t asking, she was accusing him, her face showing how conflicted she was. Sherry then looked behind Daryl, at Dwight

“We’ll take it from here”, she said, and in front of Laura’s amused glance, she closed the double door on their faces.

“He… threatened me with her”, he said shortly, she looked back at him, with sadness in her big brown eyes and nodded

“He tends to do that”, she said, “is she going to be… one of his wives?”, Daryl shook his head

“Nah”, he looked around and he saw all these beautiful women looking back at him with curiosity in their eyes

“No sex”, Sherry warned, and he looked back at her like she just slapped him

“I dun’…”, he denied with heated cheeks, “dun want nothin”

“We are supposed to… take care of him”, contradicted Frankie

“Not in that way”. Daryl didn’t want anything to do with these women, but they grabbed him and made him sit on a comfortable sofa. Frankie went to stand behind him, and started rubbing his shoulders, massaging his back. He flinched at her touch, he didn’t want to be touched by anybody by you, but then he decided to let her touch him, if she didn’t do her job, Negan could punish her. 

Sherry came towards him and sat in front of him

“You know how he is now”, she said, “so will have to do as he says… or else”

“He will use ‘er to make me”, he said shortly

“I’m not gonna lie, I don’t get why he let you keep… being married to her”

“We ain’t married”, he said. 

“Negan wants to play with you”, she said shortly. He only looked back at her, frowning, he kind of knew that, but still…

He didn’t want to play along, he didn’t, but when Tanya lifted a ridiculous silver top, revealing what she as a chef had prepared for him, he dove right in, not even bothering to use utensils. It was some sort of pasta with a creamy sauce. It seemed like Negan was even taunting him with you, your favorite dish. He just figured out how hungry he was, after days of being fed with nothing but dog-food sandwiches.

He felt watched, all the women on the lounge were staring at him, but he didn’t care, he drank all the beer they offered him and ate the whole thing. Licking his fingers right after.

Sherry brought him a scotch to wash it all down

“Does he do this often?”, he asked her, in a way only she could hear, “offer the lot of you like this?”

“Never”, she said, “I mean sometimes, but he is always in the room with us”, he hummed, “he doesn’t let other men touch us”

“He went to get her, didn’t he?”, she asked him

“Yeah”, she admitted. 

Laura came back to the lounge an hour later, when she made sure he had been “treated” good enough. With a nod towards Sherry, he left the room with an uneasy feeling, a shiver down his spine. 

“You are one of us now Dixon”, she said, as they got to the main floor of the factory, “which means you are on top of the food chain, you answer only to Negan”, she said looking at him, he wants you here, in the Sanctuary”

“Right”, he mumbled, as he saw the workers, a dread settled in his gut, as he saw all the people there

“They work for points, they work for us”, she said, “you want something, you write your name, you get it, got it?”, she asked, “we give them safety, they feed us”

This was more than just that, Daryl thought, this was worse than the old world order. As he saw all these people down there, and him looking at them from above.

And then he saw him, at the other side of the floor.

Negan was looking straight at him and smiling. He was flanked by Dwight and Fat Joey, Laura took him straight for him.

“There you are!”, Negan greeted, with that mocking smile on his face, “Looking sharp Daryl”, he said, “can’t wait to let you loose on my communities”, he said with a smile. And Daryl didn’t like that, not at all, and Negan could see it in his face, “but first…”, he said, pointing at him with his leather gloved hand. “...I want you to see how good I treat my men”, he started walking, and Dwight signaled him to follow suit, the four of them did.

The walk was painfully slow and long, as everyone kneeled at the sight of their leader and talked praises to him, and Negan, being the theatrical man he was, thanked and greeted each and every one of them.

Then, they stopped in front of the door that they led him that morning. 

Dwight gave him his vest back, that he put on immediately, and offered his clothes that where his before they took him, he only retrieved the red cloth he had always on the back of his pants and threw the rest on the floor, “this too”, he said, passing him his crossbow. Daryl took it without a second thought, and then Dwight passed him the little box he had hidden on his vest, the one he let Negan dissacrate.

“Now Daryl, let me tell you, I don’t like it when my saviors live in sin with their ladies, so… make an honest woman out of her would you?”, he mocked. Daryl just looked at him as he pocketed the ring on his vest again. “quickly… if I were you”, now they were back in the front of the door Negan took him in the morning

“Welcome to the rest of your life, soldier”, said Negan, as Dwight opened the door to the room.

Negan padded him on the back before he pushed him in.

There you were, sitting on the bed. Daryl’s breath got caught in his throat when he saw you, “all dolled up” for him, you were wearing a dark green tight dress that hugged your curves and some high heels 

“There you go tiger”, Negan teased, “All pretty for her man!”, he laughed, he winked at you and then they closed the door to leave the two of you alone.

You stumbled when you tried to stand up weaning those ridiculous shoes, but it didn’t matter because Daryl was right there to catch you and hugged you tightly in his arms. The hug didn’t last long, he searched your face to eat your mouth hungrily, he kissed you roughly, like he was claiming you, you tried to keep up, caressing the back of his head.

He finally released you, leaving you breathless 

“You were crying”, he said softly, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs, you tried to cover it up but you guessed you failed, as Daryl knew you too well.

“I’m sorry, I was scared”, you admitted, “they took me, I didn’t know what was going to happen”, you whispered, “Negan tends to be… unpredictable, you never know what he is going to do with you”, you looked at him wondering where the other shoe was going to drop, Negan didn’t specify much 

“Ya safe ‘ere”, he whispered, “yer with me”

“I know”, you assured him, and when you looked at his face, and around, and the way Negan spoke to him… you could only assume

“Did you…?”

“I’m one of his now”, he said, caressing your face with his thumbs

“I’m sorry”, you offered, he looked at you with shiny eyes, he looked like beaten puppy, “because of me you had to say his name, join this insanity”, you whined, he didn’t say anything, he walked towards you and grabbed you, pulling you to your feet gently, and then he grabbed your face and kissed you, fiercely, needily 

“You got nothin’ to be sorry fer”, he mumbled. And then he kissed you again, “what the hell ya wearin?”, he asked, releasing you and looking you up and down

“Negan has a very twisted sense of humor”, you mumbled, looking up at him, at his beautiful eyes, “he said that if I wanted to stay here with you, I couldn’t just be dressing like…”, he had also said that now you were the wife of one of his soldiers you needed to ‘take care of him properly’, and that included looking ‘fine’ but you didn’t want to tell him that.

“Ya’ aint in an auto shop”, he said for you, you smiled, “I’ll get ya out of it”, he promised, kissing you again, his big hands were on you in a second, grabbing you by your hips and then caressing everything in their path towards the back of your dress. Oh, he wanted to go all the way, which surprised you a bit.

“Wait”, you called, when he opened the zipper, he stopped immediately, searching your eyes

“Wanna stop?”, he asked

“No, it’s just… right now?”, you asked him, “here?”, you loved having sex with Daryl, but you had this notion that having sex in a ‘safe’ environment, where you both were comfortable, safe and in controlled privacy was the one condition that was not negotiable. 

“Yes here”, he said, and kissed you again. You gave yourself directly to him, no more doubts or questions

The cold air hit you as he released you from the dress. He lowered you down onto the bed gently then, with a soft smile on his handsome face. 

Now you were only in your underwear, but he took care of that quickly. Now you were naked, with only your heels on, and he looked down at you with such hunger it made you tremble. He was still fully clothed, but he had no intention to change that as he took himself out of his jeans. 

You whined in need, the image of him stroking himself, kneeling on the bed, looking down at you, it was just too much. You spread your legs for him, and he dove in, kissing you again roughly.

“Christening the bed of our new home already?”, you teased, and he got comfortable between your legs. He teased your entrance with his thick fingers making you whine, before he even tried to.

“Daryl”, you moaned when he pushed in the tip of his cock inside you, “fuck”, you whined.

“Tell me… yer mine”, he demanded, and even though this part of his truly… surprised you, you looked up at him to see longing in those beautiful eyes of his.

“I’m yours”, you assured him, and looking at him more, all cleaned up, made you glad, a huge contrast of what you saw yesterday. And you wondered if this was his way of… healing, of wanting to get better. Of having you, to assure him that it was all over and he was going to be fine.

You let him, as he filled you up completely, making you tremble and moan under him. 

“Daryl, I love you, I’m yours”, you confessed, you surrendered yourself completely to him. 

He fucked you roughly against the mattress, kissing you hungrily, caressing every inch of skin he could get his hands on, he made you finish twice before he found his own release, filling you with his cum and a grunt, as he looked down on you, still, fully clothed, his jeans rough against the skin of the inside of your thighs 

He used his arms at each side of your head to not crush you under his weight, as he tried to recover his breath. 

You tried to caress him, but you only found fabric instead of skin and you did not like that.

“Was I too rough?”, he asked 

“No, I’m fine”, you assured him, caressing his arms, his shoulders, trying to give him comfort. He let himself drop to the bed by your side, and the cold of the room made you tremble. He was quick to notice and grabbed a blanket from the foot of the bed and covered you with it. 

You cuddled against his side, and he surrounded your shoulders with his arm. 

“At least we are here together”, you tried, he hummed, this Daryl, was new to you, you didn't know how to play this game you had been dealt. “When all of this is over”, you said gently, “I think… we should go away”

“What ya’ mean?”, he asked

“We could find a nice cabin… near Alexandria, and we could live there, together, would you like that?”, you asked him, “just us two… in the woods… we could come back to Alexandria whenever we want…to trade, and see our family…”

“I’d like tha”, he said, caressing your back, “just us two”

“You could teach me how to hunt…”, you tried, “I could teach you… something in turn”, you giggled softly.

“I’d like ta teach ya”, he whispered against your temple, kissing it afterwards.

“I love you Daryl”, you whispered, “I’m yours”, saying it right now, ‘sober’, and not in the heat of the moment might be what he needed to hear

“And I love ya”, he assured you back, kissing the top of your head. 

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[nyan-nyax3]

˚₊‧ hatsukoisou id pack ☆

names ꒱

abel, adam, ambrose, amos, archer, astor, august, baker, barclay, basil, bishop, caden, camden, cecil, cody, cosmo, cyrus, davey, declan, denzel, devon, dion, eddy, eli, esme, everett, forrest, fraser, grayson, harry, jackson, jasper, joel, joseph, layton, leon, liam, louis, lucian, merlin, milo, monty, nicky, peter, porter, rolo, samuel, silas, sterling, teddy, tommy, virgil, woody

addy, alice, allie, amber, angel, april, ashley, asia, autumn, avril, azura, bambi, barbie, becca, bella, birdie, bunny, callie, cammie, camryn, candi, chelsey, christi, cleo, coral, crystal, cyndi, dahlia, daisy, demi, diamond, dixie, dolly, ella, erin, ethel, flower, ginger, halo, hazel, heather, iris, keira, kestrel, lilac, lily, lola, lotus, lucille, lulu, marie, meadow, mercy, mia, misty, molly, mona, noelle, nova, olive, opal, petal, poppy, princess, promise, rosy, roxy, spirit, tempest, topaz, velvet, violet

alex, ashton, aspen, azure, billie, blessing, bobbie, brandy, bronte, cedar, celeste, charlie, cherish, clover, cyan, dannie, denver, dusty, easter, eden, favour, fortune, francis, frankie, harper, haven, heaven, ivy, jackie, jewel, joey, jordyn, journey, july, kasey, lacey, laverne, lennon, lucky, lyric, maple, navy, oakley, ocean, palmer, pepper, phoenix, raven, riley, river, ronnie, rory, royal, sawyer, silver, sparrow, sunday, tawny, windsor

pronouns ꒱

ae / aer, shi / hir, vae / vaer

abandon / abandonment, addi / addict, alco / alcohol, bla / black, bri / bright, dea / death, dre / dream, drink / drinking, entrap / entrapment, fal / falsity, first / love, flo / flower, free / freedom, fuzz / fuzzy, ha / harm, hatsu / hatsukoisou, ho / hopeless, lie / lies, lo / love, mise / misery, ne / neon, pai / pain, pi / pills, pi / pink, pro / problems, pro / prostitute, pur / purple, red / light, re / regret, sui / cide, trouble / troublesome, wish / wishful

titles ꒱꒱

[x] who turned to a life on the streets, [x] with regret in [x] heart, [x] with rotting organs, [x] who forces a bottle into [x] mouth, [x] who wishes to share [x] secret with you, the neon-lit street walker, [x] who walks into death's arms, [x] who misses [x] first love, the incarnation of the addiction of one's first love

genders ꒱꒱

alcohollexic, alcoholpathetic, anoure, cheraic, dasamerz, decayedgender, hotpinkpoisic, inviheartpillgender, inviibuprofen, liquorlexic, medimasc, pillcoric, vodkalexic, whiskeyaromic, winething

usernames ꒱꒱

pinkxprincess, drunkenmistake, b4relysurviving, wishfordeath, cy4nide-c4psule, alcoholickitten, miheadfuzzy, forevertr4sh, negativelove, falsewish, troubledxkitty, hatsu__love, selfharmstyle, meow_in_misery, fallenkitty, cutieincarnate, moemoecyanide

system names ꒱꒱

the poisoned kittens, drunken collective, those living in misery, the less than likely survival collective, slicer system, those who stopped fighting, the burnt love letters of a by-gone time, those who pass out in the street, the unfixable collective, those who were manipulated into a worse life

whoag ,, super cool id pack for a song i like =^-^= could u hav seen that one coming ???? lolz

[deadbydangit]

Dead by Daylight: Adventures in Texting

I wrote this a while back because I thought it was funny. I hope someone enjoys it.

[The Entity] has started a group: Killers

The Entity: I’ve given you all a phone. We can all keep in contact with each other.

Nightmare: The Hell is this shit?!?

Legion (Frank): looks like a chat room old man

[Legion (Frank)] has changed their name to [Frankie]

Nightmare: Hold up.

[Nightmare] has changed their name to [Freddy]

Freddy: Better.

Trapper: No, we aren’t doing this again.

Nurse: Bloody Hell, again?

Ghostface: Again?

Wraith: We’ve done this before, a long time ago.

Legion (Susie): why did it stop???

[Legion (Susie)] has changed their name to [Sus]

[Ghostface] has changed their name to [BIGDENERGY]

[Trapper]: That answer your question?

Legion (Julie): oh FUCK yeah, this looks fun

[Legion (Julie)] has changed their name to [Jules]

Legion (Joey): wait so, if Danny wasn’t there when the first group chat started, who made it stop them?

[Legion (Joey)] changed their name to [Joey]

Wraith: Herman.

Nurse: He kept trying to experiment on us by sending private messages from other’s phones. He wanted to see us all fight.

Doctor: It worked, didn’t it?

[Doctor] changed their name to [Herman]

Pig: And you wonder why no one likes you

[Pig] has changed their name to [Amanda]

Herman: That’s not what you said last night.

BDENERGY: WHAT?!?!

Amanda: He’s lying.

Freddy: Is Herman a troll?

Frankie: you’re a troll lol

Cannibal: don’t want this…

Trapper: If we’re stuck doing this.

[Trapper] has changed their name to [Evan]

[Nurse] has changed their name to [Sally]

[Wraith] has changed their name to [Philip]

BIGDENERGY: I THOUGHT YOU DIDN’T WANT TO DO THIS! HA, POSERS!

Spirit: I already have a bad feeling about this.

[Spirit] has changed their name to [Rin]

Oni: Rin, what is this contraption?

Plague: Why is it beeping incessantly?

Deathslinger: And how can I make the damned thing stop?

Blight: This device is known as a phone. This instrument allows for communication of voice via electromagnetic radio waves from one end point, being a single beings phone, to another, the other individuals phone. Radio waves are used because they cause significantly less damaging to the body than gamma or X-rays.

[Trickster] has changed their name to [Ji-Woon]

Ji-Woon: Wow! Way to ruin phones freak.

Shape:…

Clown: Is he going to say anything?

Artist: It’s Michael. Probably not.

Pyramid Head: I cannn comuunnicate noww.

Sally: His hands are too big for the buttons. And he probably can’t see what he’s writing.

[Shape] has changed their name to [Michael]

Michael:…

Pyramid Head: Butt Iii can taallllk noow

Twins: Frère and I will be sharing this device. If anyone needs anything from Victor, you have to contact this.

Deathslinger: Is no one gonna tell me how ta’ turn this off?

Hag: You can’t Entity made it so you can’t. I already tried throwing it in the bog.

[Hag] has changed their name to [Lisa]

Lisa: Maybe it will work this time?

Philip: I want to say yes, but I know that isn’t the case.

Rin: Oh, I was messaged by the Entity. Sadako’s phone keeps shorting out, so we’re sharing.

Evan: That makes sense.

Nemesis: mmmyy hands aarree tooo biiigg toooo.

[Hillbilly] has changed their name to [Max]

Max: its back the fun thing is back

Huntress: what happens if the face of this thing gets cracked? i threw it at Dwight.

Sus: OMG you broke it already?!?

Max: why anna why break phone

Oni: What does this OMG mean?

Jules: oh my god

Plague: Do not take the name of the Gods in vain!

Joey: no, that’s what OMG means

Frankie: ugghh old people

[Cenobite] has changed their name to [Pinhead]

Pinhead: I opened the box and found this phone inside. Why and how can I rid myself of it?

Huntress: have i broken this thing?

Pinhead: No Anna, it will still function. You’ll just have a difficult time seeing it.

Joey: Wait, how do you know about phones?

Pinhead: I’m a God, I know all.

Dredge: Speaking of God. Hello everyone. 😉

BIGDENERGY: Did it just use an emoji?

Artist: It knows human language?

Clown: It has hands?

Dredge: No silly. I can type using my powers 😊

Sally: I guess Demogorgon can’t have a phone either. Seems he ate it.

Twins: Did the Entity think it wouldn’t?

The Entity: I do not think it would eat the phone, no.

Max: aww puppy sick?

BIGDENERGY: That isn’t a dog.

Pinhead: In your world maybe.

Sus: WTF do dogs look like in your world!!!

Oni: What does this WTF mean?

Evan: Oh my God.

Oni: Isn’t that OMG?

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Hi, if you’re still doing Doctor Who fanfics, I was wondering if you could please write a silly little 11th Doctor x Platonic!TimeLord reader where they are best friends and have a relationship dynamic like Joey and Frankie from the Basement Yard Podcast.

Like they’re in a dangerous scenario and one of them makes a joke and they both just start laughing. Or when they’re on the TARDIS they’ll be arguing and then one of them says something that reminds them of a song and they both just start singing it. And they use insults and a term of endearment.

I think this would be really fun and silly, but no worries if you don’t want to.

Thanks<3

okay I’m gonna be honest, I have no idea who those guys are but I’ll still do this idea.

Okay so one thing the 11th doctor is the best next to Tennant (yeah I’m biased cause Matt smith is MY doctor).

and yeah being friends with 11’s doctor is a WILD ride!!

yet at the same time you guys just click with one another from the moment you guys meet.

let’s say both of your chaotic energies just mesh together like fish fingers and custard hehehe

and that sometimes can be pretty strange or confusing to others especially when it comes to saving the galaxy

like this one time when you, the doctor and the Ponds got ambushed by the Daleks.

“Resistance is futile. Prepare to be exterminated!”

“Damn and I think I left the stove on in the Tardis.” You say.

at that comment 11 couldn’t help but say.

”how many times does this make? The fourth? The fifth?”

”lucky number seven actually my friend. But you’ve forgotten plenty of times. Remember when you thought a grease fire could be extinguished with water?”

“And you could’ve told me that?”

after briefly glaring at one another you both start to laugh.

“What is all this?” Proclaimed one of the daleks.

”it’s better you go with it” Amy said.

There was also another time with some space pirates that had taken a town hostage for their crops and money (real bugs life type situation)

they had you and the gang in cages along with the villagers and the pirate captain was going on a villainous monologue of how he was superior than these foolish villagers.

"With the subordination of these meek-little farmers, soon the entire galaxy will know my name! BLAZER THE WRATHFUL!!!" the pirates soon uproared in celebration, but soon a loud laugh overcame that.

It was your laughter.

"Something funny monkey!?"

"I'm sorry, I-I'm sorry my dude, did you say your name is Blazer-fury?"

"Yes!"

"So do you--shoot blazers out of wrath?" you ask.

"Enough out of you! Or we'll kill you first!"

But you couldn't help but snicker under your breath. The Captain turns back to you demanding what's funny.

"I'm sorry. My guy I am soo sorry. I just keep thinking to myself of how every morning you standing in front of them mirror saying to yourself, 'You know what would be a real kick-ass name! BLAZER THE WRATHFUL!!' HAHAHAHAH! That's how I hear you in my head. Remember Doc like that movie?!"

"Which one? You mean the Dinosaur one? Ahh I remember when we got to have those dinos on a space ship. That was a fun time."

"No, no, no Doctor you know the one with the talking Raccoon."

"Oh yeah. Huh? Art imitates life."

"RIGHT!?!? HEY! HEY CAP! What was your second choice gonna be? BLAZER THE SCROTUM HEAD!?"

At your comment, you had his entire crew laughing when Blazer the wrathful puleld you against the bars, his sword to your neck as he sneered.

"That's it wench! You die now!"

"Well, dying would certainly be better than living in a galaxy where a misogynistic moron who thinks Blazer the Wrathful is a kickass name." you said bluntly before using your taser gun that River gave you the last time you both met.

In the end, you all saved the village and defeated the piarates.

Overall, when it comes to being you and the Doctor, you better watch out cause there's bound to be some chaos, mischief, and a bit of eye-rolling due to their chaotic energy together.

"Hey Doc! Where's the flux-capacitor on SEXY?"

"She doesn't have one of those, this is a TARDIS, not a Delorian."

"Do you think she'd be able to transform into that?"

"No! I like her this way and this way she'll stay."

"Then can you make me a time-machine Delorian?"

"No."

"C'MON DOC!!"

Yeah, chaotic energy at the max.

[next-autopsy]

A/N: Well, hi there! Please enjoy this offering, I love reading your comments, so feel free to drop one for me. Thanks for reading x

Based on the actors portrayal/hbo show and written with no disrespect to the real life veterans. Also all images found on Pinterest.

TW: hmmm....none really?

Tags: @malarkgirlypop, @panzershrike-pretz

Made of Glass

Chapter twenty four: Perfect Timing 

“Run that by me one more time?” If the whiskey Frankie was drinking hadn’t cost so much, she would've spat it out after hearing those words form Bernadette’s mouth. 

“Don’t be weird about it. Joe and I are just going for a walk or something. I’m only telling you so you don’t think I’ve been kidnapped, okay?” 

“Uh huh….’walk’… sure. Have fun.” Francesca smirked, she did not for one second believe Birdie and Joe were going to end the night with a simple walk.

Birdie waved off her friend, rolling her eyes at the insinuation. The woman made her way back to Liebgott, who was waiting for her right where she left him.  

“Everything good?” He spoke when he saw Birdie approaching. 

“Yeah…” The pair began heading for the door, “So, where are you taking me, Joseph.” They hit the cool outside air and Birdie wondered which direction they should start walking. Was is presumptuous of her to head back to the barracks? Joe turned to the right, so she followed.

“There’s this place down the road, real nice for dancing… I figured you'd enjoy a proper spin and not whatever that guy was doing…” He joked, chuckling before letting his mirth slip, becoming somewhat serious, “You can call me Joe, ya know?” 

“I know… but Joe is Joe.” She was referring to Toye, it was eerie calling them both the same name, especially after realizing she had feelings for one of the men, while the other was like family.

“Well, only my mother calls me Joseph.” Spoken matter of factly. Hearing the formal version of his name after not hearing it for so long was bizarre. 

“Then you can beee….” Birdie thought for a moment, finger on her chin, “Joey.”

“No. No way. No one calls me Joey, that’s stupid.” Lieb looked over at the girl, her bottom lip pushed out comically as she puppy dog eyed him. It took two seconds for him to cave, “Fine, you can call me Joey. But if any of the guys start up that nickname, I’ll get you.” His threat was a joke, he wouldn’t actually do anything. Maybe he just wanted something special between them.  

“Ooo I’m so scared, Joey.” Bernadette taunted, a wide smile plastered on her face.

“Yeah, you should be.” He watched her grinning at him and felt lightheaded, he mirrored her dopey look before abruptly stopping in his tracks. 

“Here, this is the place.” He looked up at the name marked above the door, just to be sure. He had been to this pub a few weeks before with Tipper, Floyd and Grant, who had instantly found women to fling around the dancefloor, while Joe sat at the bar wishing she was here. 

And tonight, she was.  

“Fancy.” Birdie deadpanned. The place didn't look like much, dim and dusty. The entryway was not well kept and while Birdie didn’t typically mind, she enjoyed banter with the man who brought her here and wanted to poke fun at him a little. He understood her jest and smiled at her, 

“Hey, don’t judge a book by its cover and all that.” Joe swung open the door and the muted chatter livened up. As Birdie stepped inside, she heard the swing music more clearly and grinned. She loved to dance, with the right partner, of course. 

“Come on, I’ll get you a drink.” Joe steered her towards the bar, they were both nervous, a drink would help ease them into the situation neither of them ever thought they would be in. 

“Whiskey?” Joe queried, even though he knew the answer. He noticed the southerner would accept most beverages, she wasn't really picky, but if she had a choice, the lady would always go for a whiskey. 

“Neat.” She confirmed, somewhat stunned, how did he know her ‘go to’ drink? “Here.” She offered him some folded up bills to cover her drink and some, but he shook his head.

“You're kidding, right?” Eyebrows raised, “Put it away. I’m not taking your money, doll.” The nickname made her breath hitch. She had not expected that from him, yet it sounded familiar, like it was an everyday occurrence. 

“Doll?” It was her turn to raise her eyebrows. 

“Well, if you're gonna call me Joey, I gotta have a nickname for you.” She didn't argue, the warmth in her cheeks and dizzy feeling in her stomach wouldn't allow it. She could accept the pet name; doll, but only from him.

After sipping away and finishing their liquid courage, Joe extended his hand to her, “Dance with me?” 

She paused for a moment, trying not to seem too eager, before accepting his invitation. 

The music that played was fast and upbeat, Birdie was sweating by the end of the first song, though she enjoyed it more than her previous dance. Joe knew what he was doing on the dancefloor, the steps came naturally to him, like he was born for this.  

Both soldiers were glowing, this place had really brought out a euphoric feeling and it showed. Smiles never left their faces as they spun around each other, stepping quickly and holding hands the entire time. 

Joey and Birdie had sat at the bar having danced through several songs and eventually growing tired. They didn't even order another drink, they just sat and chatted, sharing their pasts, presents and futures. 

Birdie learnt his five siblings' names: Mary, Elizabeth, Anna, Barbara and Stephen. She found out he had worked with his father (also Joseph) at a barber shop and then drove cabs after getting his license, he told her that's what he wanted to do when he got back to the states, driving wasn't just a job for him. Joe really enjoyed it, seeing the streets he grew up on and meeting all sorts of unique people. She knew he lived in San Francisco and was beginning to fall in love with his depiction of the city; she wanted to see it for herself. 

Joe had asked her about her family, which she gladly yapped on about. He understood the closeness she held with her relatives and he found himself wishing he could meet them all one day. Bernadette proudly spoke of her new goddaughter; Gracie and Joe’s heart warmed at the thought of Birdie cradling a newborn. She went on to tell him about her childhood on the ranch, being raised with real live animals in her care gave her a great sense of responsibility. 

It was well past midnight when the barkeep called for the last drink, the music was cut off and patrons started trickling out of the building, swaying their way home. 

Their talk was cut short when the barkeep all but shoved them out, shaking his head at the pair before shutting the door in their faces, muttering about young couples.

Birdie checked her watch, it couldn't have been that late, they had only been there…. Five hours?! How had that happened? It was just past 4AM and neither of them had slept yet. Plus she and Joey had up and left all their friends and disappeared, there were bound to be some invasive questions. Birdie did not look forward to Toye and Guarnere’s reactions nor any of the ladies, especially Frankie. 

“Joey…” She sounded out softly, gaining his attention. He turned to look at her and froze, the only light came from a nearby street lamp and the moon. The silvery glow did wonders for her. Joe wished he had a camera so he could document the events of this night, the dancing, the chatting and now her standing in the middle of a barely lit street with the moonlight reflecting in her eyes; he never wanted to forget it. 

“It’s really late.” She spoke quietly, the world around them was asleep and she didn't want to risk waking it. 

He could kiss her. It was the perfect moment, they had just shared an amazing evening, growing closer. And now, he was looking at her and she was looking at him and all he wanted to do was lean down and kiss her. Feel how soft her lips were, taste her and allow her to do the same. 

He glanced down at her lips and back to her eyes, watching for recognition, did she feel it too? 

Birdie saw his silent inquiry and her eyes widened, pupils dilated. She, too, flicked her gaze to his lips and back up, telling him to proceed.

It was the perfect moment and as Joe moved to lower himself to her, she let her heels raise, ever so slightly, onto her tiptoes to meet him halfway.

“Heeyyyyy. I know y-you guys- two. Both of you two. I know yoooou.” They broke apart, the trance worn out at the interruption, fading into embarrassment. 

Nixon stumbled toward them, missing entirely and toppling over into a heap in the middle of the road. 

Immediately, Bernadette was by his side, picking him up off the floor and attempting to balance the inebriated man. Nixon babbled incoherent nonsense, only one or two words could be understood. Joe would have laughed at the lieutenant but he was still processing the almost kiss. 

She had leaned in, hadn’t she? Did he imagine that, surely not. No, she definitely would’ve kissed him back if only they had a few more seconds. 

“Little help here, Joey?” Her voice called to him. Shaking his thoughts away, he joined her on the other side of Nixon, ducking under his arm and hoisting him up. 

“Where are we taking you, lieutenant?” The question wasn’t answered as Nixon flopped over, unable to give the directions to the house he was billeted to. 

“I know where we can take him. It’s not far.” Birdie told her Joey, and they set off down the road with the drunk held between them, pretending nothing had changed. 

Except everything had. It was all either of them could think about, the almost kiss. 

Birdie was lost in her own world. Should she have allowed it to get that far? They had both been drinking, surely the ability to think clearly had been blurred somewhat. Had he really wanted to kiss her or was he just tipsy and lonely? Did she really want to kiss him or was she just convinced she had a crush on the man? Was everything going to be weird with them now? Had this night messed up their friendship?

The house she was looking for came into view, she pointed it out to Joe and they brought the semi unconscious man to the doorstep, before she stepped forward, leaving Lewis to be held up by Joe and raised a hand to knock. 

“Wait.” Joe whispered, “what if we wake someone?" Birdie gave him a pointed look and knocked at the door thrice. 

“That’s kinda the point, Joey.” He just smiled at her use of the new nickname, that was a good sign. He hadn’t told her to stop using it or started to pushed her away, so maybe whatever was happening between them was still salvageable.

The front door swung open and revealed Richard Winters, he was bleary eyed and in his pajamas. 

“Birdie? What are you doing here? It’s…” He checked his watch, “0440!” He then seemed to notice the two men behind her, one slumped over the other and sighed. 

“Bring him in.” 

A/N: ooo okay things are getting interesting! What do y'all think? Do you like the nicknames? I'm still not sure how I feel about them...

I guess Nixon has some perfect timing... Joe and Birdie- not so much

~ Nex ~

Chapter twenty five: A sleepover

Update: I haven’t been writing for a few days, I will be starting up again soon though so don’t think I’ve abandoned this story! Just having a little break, love y’all!

[colourfullsims]

DAY 3 | It Takes Two (5/6)

Nina: Oop! Now where do those two think they're going? 👀 Our islanders have all gone to bed in their new couples, but it looks like Manny is having a little trouble sleeping. Maybe a late-night conversation is just what the doctor ordered to set Manny's mind at ease. We're zooming over to our hidden cameras on the balcony to get all the tea on what these two will chat about...

@morrigan-sims @storiesbyjes2g @madebycoffee @ommsims @ironicscavenger @regalllove @queenofmyshuno @slothseasims @galaxsims-x @nilonne

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Felicity: Bedtimeeee!~

Felicity: Oof, it has been a day! I haven’t been this ready to jump into bed in a long time.

Tucker: I hear you. It’s been a long day for sure.

Felicity: You knoooow…we could always stay up late after everyone’s gone to sleep. Get a round of late-night 21 questions out of our system before calling it a night.

Tucker: Uhhh, didn’t you just say how exhausted you were?

Felicity: Sure, but I would always take a little sleep deprivation if it meant more time with you…

Tucker: [awkward] Uh, right. But maybe we shouldn’t do that tonight.

Ramone: Yo, Camryn? You still down for sharing the bed tonight? …Camryn?

Camryn: Yeah, fine, whatever.

Ramone: [under his breath] …It’s gonna be a long night…

Frankie: You’re so warm…

Sydney: [chuckles] Or maybe it’s that you’re so cold.

Sydney: [contended sigh] This is perfect.

Frankie: I say we sleep in tomorrow.

Sydney: Don’t tempt me…

Joey: Got a lot of free real estate over here if you’re looking for a human body pillow.

Manny: [snorts] I think I’ll pass, thanks.

Manny: Gonna take a lot more than some abs to win me over.

Joey: [smirks] Suit yourself.

Joey: [Night guys!]

[some time later]

[gentle floor creak]

Manny: [whispering] Hey. Hey, wake up.

Hikaru: [groggy] Nnhg. Wah da hell…?

Manny: Hm, you really were sleeping.

Hikaru: [sleepy] Uh, yeah. And why aren’t you? Manny: [shrugs] Just feeling a little restless I guess…

Manny: …Can we talk?

Hikaru: …Right now? It’s the middle of the night.

Manny: Hey, if you prefer fighting Joey for a minute of my time tomorrow, be my guest. Orrrr…

Hikaru:...Five minutes. I don’t want anyone waking up before we’re back.

Manny: Yeah, yeah, goody-goody. Let’s go.

Manny: Let’s head up stairs…

[obufalo]

obufalo 📌

this blog is essentially a mess, but i feel like i can make it easier to newcomers to understand what goes on here.

so, hi!

about me:

millennial

brazilian

she/her

i reblog fandom stuff (including nsfw) 90% of the time. 5% is yapping of my own (mostly about fandom) and the other 5% are memes, politics or art that are not related to fandom

i write fanfic! i'm herkind on AO3

main fandoms/obsessions:

our flag means death pretty much my fav show of all time. i'm an ed kinnie, love gentlebeard and am probably izzy's biggest hater.

x-men mainly morph and morpherine as of late, also love cherik and romy. i'm a morph kinnie, of course. not in love with other ships involving morph or wolverine (apart from deadpool/wolverine, not really in a romantic way though more in a hatefuck way. particularly dislike logan with jean or scott or both, even if i see where the appeal comes from), but i love most of the characters from x-men, anyway. nightcrawler can be considered a little side obsession.

what we do in the shadows (movie & tv) movie: one of my favs ever, love vianton. tv: i'm a nadjacoded laszlogirl. main ships are sean/laszlo and nadja/jenna (yea i know i'm the only one in the latter). don't hate nandermo, just don't feel that strongly about it. same for guidja.

amc's interview with the vampire i'm a louis kinnie. so, gotta give it to loustat. don't really like armand but am super invested in devil's minion.

house of the dragon rhaenicent. that's it.

supernatural i'm never breaking free from the chokehold this shitshow has on me. dean kinnie, destiel shipper, wincest hater - you know, the basics. the non-basic thing is that i also ship samifer (yes it's problematic and toxic: i like to acknowledge nuance and don't think shipping should always be morally correct).

the walking dead caryl is everything to me. also love richonne.

the good the bad and the ugly blonco (i actually love some westerns and have other ships of the sort, but blonco's the main one).

rpf i'm not proud of shipping real people but sometimes it's inevitable and i indulge in it 'cause this is the website for Indulging In It. you'll mostly see me reblogging/talking about jenmish aka cockles (and/or jenmisheel), rhys darby/taika waititi, emma d'arcy/olivia cooke and joey/frankie from the basement yard.

basically, i'm on tumblr to be a full-time fangirl. i'll be extremely happy to talk about any of these silly little things, so if anyone wants to be friends, just hit the ask box or the chat :)

oh, and i'll be doing a masterpost for my fics soon!

[docrotten]

THE GHOST IN THE INVISIBLE BIKINI (1966) – Episode 187 – Decades of Horror: The Classic Era

“I’m steaming. I’m steaming. I’m… I’m so exaggerated! I’m mad at that princess. The only girl I ever loved and now she and them street slobs are going to steal a million clams from them folks and they didn’t even invite me. ” Eric von Zipper has a way with words, doesn’t he? Join this episode’s Grue-Crew – Doc Rotten, Chad Hunt, Jeff Mohr, and guest Dirk Rogers – as they check out one of the last of AIP’s beach party movies, The Ghost in the Invisible Bikini (1966).

Decades of Horror: The Classic Era Episode 187 – The Ghost in the Invisible Bikini (1966)

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ANNOUNCEMENT Decades of Horror The Classic Era is partnering with THE CLASSIC SCI-FI MOVIE CHANNEL, THE CLASSIC HORROR MOVIE CHANNEL, and WICKED HORROR TV CHANNEL Which all now include video episodes of The Classic Era! Available on Roku, AppleTV, Amazon FireTV, AndroidTV, Online Website. Across All OTT platforms, as well as mobile, tablet, and desktop. https://classicscifichannel.com/; https://classichorrorchannel.com/; https://wickedhorrortv.com/

A corpse has 24 hours to mastermind a good deed without leaving his crypt, to go “up there” and have his youth restored.

Directed by: Don Weis

Writing Credits: Louis M. Heyward and Elwood Ullman

Selected Cast:

Tommy Kirk as Chuck Phillips

Deborah Walley as Lili Morton

Aron Kincaid as Bobby

Quinn O’Hara as Sinistra

Jesse White as J. Sinister Hulk

Harvey Lembeck as Eric Von Zipper

The Rat Pack

Andy Romano as J.D.

Alberta Nelson as Puss

Myrna Ross as Boots

Jerry Brutsche as Jerome

Bob Harvey as Bobby

Sam Page as Chauncey

John Macchia as Joey

Allen Fife as Beard

Basil Rathbone as Reginald Ripper

Patsy Kelly as Myrtle Forbush

Boris Karloff as The Corpse

Susan Hart as The Ghost

Nancy Sinatra as Vicki

Claudia Martin as Lulu

Francis X. Bushman as Malcolm

Benny Rubin as Chicken Feather

Bobbie Shaw Chance as Princess Yolanda (as Bobbi Shaw)

George Barrows as Monstro the Gorilla

Piccola Pupa as Piccola

Luree Holmes as Luree

Ed Garner as Ed

Frank Alesia as Frank

Mary Hughes as Mary

Salli Sachse as Salli

Patti Chandler as Patti

Sue Hamilton as Sue

The Bobby Fuller Four as Themselves (Bobby Fuller, Randy Fuller, DeWayne Quirico, Jim Reese)

Elena Andreas as Statue (uncredited)

Herb Andress as Statue (uncredited)

Philip Bent as Beach Boy (uncredited)

Gary Daily as Boy in Blue and White Trunks (uncredited)

Bobbi McCall as Girl in Blue Bikini (uncredited)

Christopher Riordan as Beach Boy (uncredited)

The Grue-Crew and guest host Dirk Rogers take a trip to the beach with one of the last of the Beach Party movies. Wait, what? There’s no beach? No ocean? No surfing? And AIP disliked the product so much that they added Boris Karloff and the whole ghost-in-the-invisible-bikini schtick after the fact?

Well, The Ghost in the Invisible Bikini (1966) makes for a nice title. Let’s face it. It’s a bad movie. It’s even a dumb movie. But it can be a fun movie, especially if you love the lame, teen music numbers inserted throughout the film as much as the Grue-Crew do. And even if you despise the music (yeah, the Grue-Crew didn’t like it either – except Doc, of course), you can have fun with this flick.

With Deborah Walley and Tommy Kirk (subbing for Annette and Frankie), Basil Rathbone, Patsy Kelly, Harvey Lembeck (Eric von Zipper!), Jesse White, and Nancy Sinatra, there’s always something to watch. Think “the Three Stooges in an old dark house.”

At the time of this writing, The Ghost in the Invisible Bikini (1966) is available to stream from MGM+, Amazon Prime, and several PPV options.

Gruesome Magazine’s Decades of Horror: The Classic Era records a new episode every two weeks. Next in their very flexible schedule – this one chosen by Jeff – is The Shadow of the Cat (1961), a Hammer Film directed by John Gillin, featuring Barbara Shelley and André Morell, recently released as part of Scream Factory’s Universal Horror Collection Vol. 6! 

Please let them know how they’re doing! They want to hear from you – the coolest, grooviest fans: leave them a message or leave a comment on the Gruesome Magazine YouTube channel, the site, or email the Decades of Horror: The Classic Era podcast hosts at feedback@gruesomemagazine.com

To each of you from each of them, “Thank you so much for watching and listening!” 

Check out this episode!

[potatsourie]

Just a little Ghostface x Frank drabble based on the song Still Into You by Paramore

Warnings: implicit sexual content, cheating

***

"Fuck you, Danny!"

"Oh come on now kitten, I already told you about it beforehand, remember?"

"Yeah, but you didn't tell me about... about her!"

"Aww, is my little Frankie jealous right now?"

Frank's eyes widened hearing the statement, before his cheeks reddened without his consent. He immediately cursed and turned away, trying to cover how flustered he currently was.

Danny chuckled, knowing that his little kitty was just hissing at him, without having the intention to bite. Such a cute and amusing sight to behold.

Frank sighed before walking away, deciding to give up. There was no point in being angry directly at his lover. Danny enjoyed watching him get all worked up and found his angered state entertaining. He needed a different approach to show how mad he was to Danny. Maybe if he didn't respond nor talk to him for several days, he would get it?

A hand grabbed–yanked his arm, pulling him to a tight hug.

"Frank, my love, you know there is no point in acting cold towards me now, don't you?" Danny whispered right in his ears. His tone was cold and intimidating. Frank gulped. Damn, he sounded so hot. Oh wait no, he was supposed to be angry with this psychopath, not turned on!

Frank pushed Danny's arms away, freeing himself from the hug. The older man sighed and let him go. Danny then went to the bathroom to shower, leaving Frank alone. He knew the  younger man needed some time to unravel his thoughts and cool his head.

Frank knew there was something between Danny and Amanda. They were dating before, but Danny said he never had any romantic interest with her in the first place so he broke up with her. However, they both continued to work in the same place, and even worked together in the same project multiple times.

Frank trusted Danny, or at least he tried his best to. However he couldn't help but feel... Uneasy whenever he saw the two of them interact with each other. 

Danny did tell him that he might be coming home late today because the project deadline was due tomorrow. But he didn't tell Frank that Amanda was there too, working alongside him.

Maybe Danny was right. Perhaps he was just jealous, and that there was nothing between Danny and Amanda.

However...

What Danny didn't know, Frank was there when they both were left alone in the office. He was originally there to give Danny his favorite homemade meal he made from scratch, but before anything, Frank saw everything.

The image of the two spending time together in closed space this late at night, giving him a very bitter taste in his mouth. Especially when they both shared a deep, passionate kiss together.

When Amanda started stripping her blouse, Frank couldn't help but leave. The sight disgusted him fully, and he ended up giving the meal to Julie after hesitating to throw it to the trash. He did spend a lot of hours making it after all. The food did nothing wrong.

Frank was tough, but he couldn't resist the urge to cry while hugging Julie, who understood him more than everyone. Even more than Danny.

"Just dump his ass, Frank! There are still lots of fish in the sea!"

"Oh yeah? Who the fuck is crazy enough to like me, huh, Jules?"

"That dumbass Joey, for example."

"..."

"For real though Frank. It's not the first time he cheated on you, right? You need to seriously consider quitting this relationship. You will only get hurt if you keep on staying by his side-"

"I can't, Jules."

"..Why not, Frank?"

"Because..."

Frank jumped straight to bed. He and Danny lived together in a small one bedroom apartment. He wanted to sleep on the sofa so he didn't have to see Danny, but their sofa was really not comfortable. Also, why should he sleep outside if it was not him who messed up in the first place? If anything, it should be Danny who slept there tonight!

So Frank lied down, stealing all of the blanket on their king-sized bed and covered his body from head to toe with it. He heard the water in the bathroom stopped running, signaling that Danny had finished showering.

His guess was correct. Not long after that, the bedroom door was opened and Danny entered the room. Frank turned his attention to the door and immediately regretted his course of action. Danny was standing there, fully naked with a small towel hanging dangerously low around his hips. Frank could see his glistening six-pack abs, which was still dripping wet. Did he not know to fully towel dry your own body after shower? 

Oh yeah, that man always did it unintentionally. One hundred percent. Frank could feel his face was bright red and he probably had a really dumb look on his face. Frank turned his body the other way as fast as he could, his back was facing Danny.

Even without looking, Frank could feel Danny was smiling. Or smirking. Both were probably correct. Oh why did he have to look directly when he opened the door?

“Don’t tell me that you’re shy after gazing at me with such a lustful expression now, love.”

Oh shit, Frank cursed inside his head. He could hear the door closed, followed by approaching footsteps. Please tell me that man was not going to…

Frank’s blanket was lifted. He flinched, but still refused to stare at Danny. He snuggled his own body closer, almost into a fetal position.

Danny sighed. Oh, his kitten was so cute acting all pissy like this. It triggered something within him. Then again, anything related to Frank really did pull all the triggers in him.

Frank screamed when Danny immediately pounced on him. He could feel the water start dripping on his hoodie from Danny’s now fully naked body, along with his bare skin brushing against his clothes. And something extremely hard poking around his buttocks. His eyes widened in shock after realizing what was about to happen.

“OH HELL NO DANNY, GET THE FUCK OFF ME RIGHT NOW!”

“Sshh, not so loud. You don’t want to wake our neighbors up now. They already complained about how loud you were at night.”

“Oh, so that’s my fault, huh? If you didn’t do it that hard, I wouldn’t have screamed so loudly maybe?”

“Hm? But you’re the one asking me to do it faster. I was just listening to your plea, Frankie.”

“You–”

Frank’s curses were silenced by a kiss. No matter how angry, mad, or sad he felt, Frank could never resist Danny’s kisses. If anything, he craved for that lips to touch his own every single day. If not every single second.

The kiss was short, and it was just a small peck on the lips. Frank let out a whimper, he was dazed. Danny smirked. He knew his kitty’s likes and dislikes. He was sure that Frank knew something about him and Amanda based on his reactions before, but he didn’t seem to be wanting to leave his side. Good for him. If Frank was about to leave, he wasn’t sure he could hold himself together. He could kidnap or even murder Frank. Now that’s not good. That’s not what Frank liked.

Ah, his kitten was so cute. And so starstrucked. He should reward such a good pet like him, right?

Frank gazed at Danny before looking away, feeling embarrassed. Did he really enjoy receiving the kiss given to the same lips who kissed another woman a couple hours ago? He should feel repulsed. He should hate him. But, if anything…

Frank wanted more. And Danny could read his mind like an open book.

It didn’t take long for them both to be fully naked, embracing each other on the bed. Making sweet sweet melodies that will definitely haunt anyone who were still awake at this hour. They were sure that one of their neighbors, Mrs. Smithson, would knock on their front door angrily the next morning, cursing them out for being extremely loud late in the night. But Frank and Danny both were too deep drowning in the pleasure to think about the consequences.

Before Frank lost consciousness, his mind replayed what he said back then to Julie.

"..Why not, Frank?"

"Because… I need him, Jules.”

“..Huh? Y-you’re kidding me, right?”

“I wish I am! I-I… I don’t think I could live without his touch or kisses, Jules. I-I don’t know! All of this is so weird!”

“That’s so cringy, what the hell?! Even after all these years?! You guys have dated for like what, seven or eight years now?”

“9 years and 2 months, actually.”

“What the fu-”

“I’m still into him, I guess.”

Fin

***

The song doesn’t have any cheating scenario but you know, I like to spice up some things hehe ^^

Feel free to leave comments, or even ideas and brainrots! (I'm still learning to write properly haha)

[graemepark]

THIS IS GRAEME PARK: LONG LIVE HOUSE RADIO SHOW 22NOV24

THIS IS GRAEME PARK:

LONG LIVE HOUSE RADIO SHOW 22NOV24

In this week’s Long Live House Radio Show:

Soul Of Hex

Felix Da Housecat x Chris Trucher

Róisín Murphy

Green Velvet

Fred Everything & Stereo MCs

Risk Assessment

Todd Terry & Antionette Roberson

Frankie Knuckles feat. Roberta Gilliam

Freeez

Graeme Park & Juan Kidd

Prospect Park feat. Carolyn Harding

Victor Romeo feat. Leatrice Brown

Mike Dunn and more.

LONG LIVE HOUSE RADIO SHOW 22NOV24

Title (Mix), Artist

Hot Shot, Street Choice

Get Down, Doug Gomez

Into The Night, Soul Of Hex

Madness, Felix Da Housecat x Chris Trucher

Chicago Fire, DJ ThreeJay & Patrick Wayne feat. Pamp

Dear Miami (Bedouin Remix), Róisín Murphy

Krylon, Dorothys Fortress

Flight Force (SIRS Vocal Remix), Tegel Boys

Percolator (Bontan Remix), Green Velvet

Terremoto (Brian Jackson Retouch), Alfonso Lovo

Tropical Electrical (Art Of Tones Remix), Diogo Strausz & Nic Hanson

Soul Love (Clive From Accounts Remix), Fred Everything & Stereo MCs

Never Give Up, Never Give In, Bold Parade feat. Yamife Ajorole

Welcome, Risk Assessment

Love Of My Life (Tee's Mix), Todd Terry & Antionette Roberson

Feel Like Singin' (Def Classic Mix), Sandy B

Slow Down Papa, Crowd Control

Workout (1992 Vocal Mix), Frankie Knuckles feat. Roberta Gilliam

Southern Freeez (Dr Packer Jazz Funk Homage Mix), Freeez

Free Your Mind, Graeme Park & Juan Kidd

Movin' On (Joey Negro's City Vocal Mix), Prospect Park feat. Carolyn Harding

Love Will Find A Way (Club), Victor Romeo feat. Leatrice Brown

The Morning After (Purple Disco Machine Re-Work), Fallout

Git'cha House On, Baby (MD Soulful Of House MixX), Mike Dunn

[hexalianrebel-blackfeathers]

@gaybananabread I don't think you really understand what you've done. Rule Number One is "Do Not Ask Panda About His Music Taste". No one has the time in the day; no one can categorize this mess to observe it in a sensible manner. I can't even explain how I had to break my own arms to get them off this keyboard. So, I hope you guys like it. >w<

Also, my parents are old. My music was their music. Most of my taste is old.

How Far We’ve Come – Matchbox 20

Endless Love – Luther Vandross

X Gon’ Give it to Ya Maybe – Carly Rae Jepson vs DMX (Mashup by oneboredjeu)

Ain’t No Stoppin’ Us Now – Luther Vandross

Lady Love Me (One More Time) – George Benson

I’m Coming Out – Diana Ross

Artificial Intelligence – Tom Cardy

Never Too Much – Luther Vandross

Ride-O-Rocket – The Brothers Johnson

End of the Road – Boys II Men

Bad Boy/Havin’ a Party – Luther Vandross

Everybody Loves to Cha Cha Cha – Sam Cooke

(The) Larryboy Theme Song – Veggie Tales

- (I’m calling this a Free Space and giving it to World on Wheels – Duckwrth)

Before I Let Go – Maze ft. Frankie Beverly

La Da Dee – Cody Simpson

All the Way (I Believe in Steve) – Jacksepticeye (Mixed by Schmoyoho)

Come So Far (Got So Far to Go) – Cast of Hairspray

Kung Fu Fighting – Carl Douglas // Bus Stop & Carl Douglas // CeeLo Green

Feel Genghis Khan Still – Miike Snow vs. Portugal. The Man (Mashup by Joey)

Evolution of Disney – Todrick Hall

ADDICT – Silva Hound Ft. Michael Kovach & Chi-Chi

Take Your Time (Do it Right) – The S.O.S Band

Hey Juliet – LMNT

Everybody Dance Now – Bob Sinclair

Rolling – Soul Coughing

September – Earth, Wind, and Fire

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Honorable Mentions go to:

Beep, Beep, I’m a Sheep – Tomska || Brick House – The Commodores

The Candy Man – Sammy Davis Jr. || I’m Every Woman – Chaka Khan

Do You Love What You Feel – Chaka Khan || It’s the Falling in Love – Michael Jackson

Dancing on the Ceiling – Lionel Richie || Love is a Contact Sport – Whitney Houston

I Sleep Much Better – Billy Ocean || Jessie’s Girl – Rick Springfield

Dare Me – The Pointer Sisters || Sonic Boom – Crush 40

Flawless – Cast of My Little Pony : Friendship is Magic || Space Jam – Quad City DJ

Soul Man – The Blues Brothers || Isn’t She Lovely –Stevie Wonder

Got to be Real – Cheryl Lynn || Megamix 2000 – Earth, Wind, and Fire

I will tag @rosileeduckie, @hypahticklish @parker-fluff, @rachi-roo @creepychippy @fluffymary

Rules: pick a song for each letter of your URL and tag that many people.

Tagged by @sailforvalinor, and thank you this looks like fun!

Remember and Proclaim (Andrew Peterson)

All I Ask of You (Jackie Evancho)

Innocence (Nathan Wagner)

Níl Sé'n Lá (Celtic Woman)

I Still Need a Savior (Billy Sprague)

No Strings (Ed Sheeran)

Take Me Back Road (Tim & the Glory Boys)

How Great is Our God (Chris Tomlin)

Everything Sad is Coming Untrue (Jason Grey)

El-Shaddai (Amy Grant)

Voice of Truth (Casting Crowns)

Endlessly (Amaranthe)

Not Alone (Red)

I'm an Open Road (Paul Brandt)

Never Leave Your Side (Sam Tinnesz)

Good to Be Alive (Skillet)

Hoo boy, can I think of sixteen people?

@griseldabanks @kraytwriter @kingofattolia @catkin-morgs @clawedandcute @nerdychristianfanboy @steampunk-archer @sergeanttomycaptain @smhalltheurlsaretaken @scribblermerlin @authortobenamedlater @stainedleather @mrtobenamedlater @mrgartist @get-loved-nerd @a-fount-of-blessings (Ignore if this is a repeat tag. Unless you want to do it again. Up to you. :)

[starryeyesxx]

{Boy Meets World Dynamics: Frankie & Joey}

[colourfullsims]

DAY 3 | It Takes Two (2/6)

Nina: Alright. Guess we aren't quite wrapped up with the drama for tonight. The islanders start to scatter, but this group has decided to hang around the fire pit a while longer to debrief over the recoupling. To no one's surprise, Frankie and Sydney are happier than ever having successfully coupled up tonight, avoiding the dramatic mishaps the rest of the islanders had to endure. Ramone and Sydney are happy their friend Yana has made it out of the chaos unscathed. But Ramone's relief is short lived after Camryn makes a pretty unfunny joke about her being better suited coupled up with Hikaru. Yeesh, let the man breath, Cam! Looks like this might have been the final straw for Ramone: now that he's resolved to playing the field, just who does he plan on going after?

Next, let's head over to the other side of the backyard to see what Joey and Manny are chatting about!

@galaxsims-x @regalllove @nilonne @ironicscavenger @ommsims @madebycoffee

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Frankie: Where are you going?

Hikaru: Upstairs.

Frankie: To sulk?

Hikaru: To take a shower. Or am I not allowed free will all of a sudden?

Frankie: [Chill, dude. I was just curious. No need to bite my head off.]

Yana: [meekly] A-actually, Hikaru, cou-

Hikaru: Not now.

Hikaru: [in the DR] What was the point in me trying to make progress today if Joey was going to sneak in and snatch Manny away from me?! It’s BS! I had this in the bag before he got involved! Now I’m back to square one!

Frankie: Don’t mind him. He makes a much better second impression than his first. He just needs to warm up to you first.

Yana: [sigh] Right. Well, I guess I’ll go unpack my bag and get ready for bed…

Sydney: [See you in a sec, Yana.]

Ramone: [See you later!]

Frankie: Well, that was a rollercoaster ride! I knew there’d be drama but not to this magnitude.

Sydney: I’m just glad we were out of the crossfire.

Sydney: [blushing] I liked your speech by the way. I didn’t know you thought all that about me…

Frankie: [blushing] Well…now you know.

Frankie: [in the DR] I’m pretty ecstatic that we’re coupled up now. I wasn’t sure if I’d meet someone who meshed with me the way that Syd does, but I really lucked out!

Sydney: [in the DR] You stole the words right out of my mouth! After a little bit of a rocky start, I can say I’m super happy Frankie came to the Villa when they did.

Ramone: I’m still shocked that Joey had the balls to do that! It was pretty clear that Tucker was planning on scooping Manny up tonight.

Camryn: [quietly] Is that so…?

Sydney: Is it really surprising though, after what happened at the comp today? That kiss between Joey and Manny felt like the biggest one-up attempt ever. They clearly have been fighting over her for a minute.

Camryn: Hmmm…

Sydney: What’s more shocking is how Tucker did Tori! I can’t be the only one who saw how shocked she was when he picked Felicity. I can’t believe he’d drop her like that in front of everyone without talking to her about it first! Like where’s the common courtesy?

Ramone: Oof, yeah, that was rough to watch. I hadn’t really talked much with Tori, but she seemed cool. I guess the silver lining here is that at the end of it all, Yana wasn’t dumped. 

Sydney: True. I’d have hated to see her go home after coupling up with Frankie. Though I can’t say I have much faith in her making any headway with Hikaru romantically. Those two couldn’t be more opposite energies.

Camryn: Right?! It would make more sense if Hikaru and I were coupled up. At least we’ve already got the first kiss out of the way! [cracks up at herself]

Frankie: [in the DR] [rolls eyes] I can’t believe she said that shit. What is wrong with that girl?

Sydney: [in the DR] Yeaaah, that was not a good look on Cam’s part.

Ramone: [annoyed] Really?

Camryn: What?

Ramone: You and Hikaru?

Camryn: I was just joking around. Sheesh, don’t be so serious.

Ramone: Despite all the shit Camryn’s been giving me I chose her at the recoupling because I had faith that we could click if she’d just give me a real shot. I’m regretting that decision now. Clearly, she doesn’t care about my feelings, so why should I keep on caring about hers? From now on, I’m not holding back waiting around for her to give me the time of day. Ramone: [cold] Right. My mistake.

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