#from the bottom of my heart. fuck this guy.

[bueckersbitch]

greenlight part two - paige bueckers x reader

☆ warnings : angst, sexual context, strap, toxic!paige

☆ word count : 2k

☆ authors note : hiiiii! here’s part two! i could honestly keep going w this concept bc i love it sm! also how is it senior night im in shambles

☆ taglist : @sierrale8ne @thaatdigitaldiary @pboogerswbb @lupinqs @rosemariiaa @xxloveralways14 @lovegalor333 @mrsarnold @janaelalfysblunt @bueckersfive @vamptizm

“I can’t believe I'm back here again.” Your words hung in the air, thick and suffocating to Paige, but it wasn’t new; it was the mantra you had been repeating to her over the last couple of months whenever you would see her on occasion. So, Paige had heard it more than she wished to. You watched as Paige took a hit from the blunt you guys were sharing, her low eyes revealing the high she was experiencing. But even then, the high was something that would eventually end, like the two of you.

Paige’s ego got the best of her, “I know, but we always find our way back to each other.” She referenced the text you received from her a month after you saw her new girlfriend on your feed. You snatch the blunt from her, taking a drag and exhaling, the smoke filling the car and the void of uncomfortable silence. You looked over at the blonde, being met with her eyes already looking at you. The cool air from the ac settled into your bones. You hated how this seemed to be your normal now, Paige pushing to see you, which led to the inevitable argument that made you come to the same conclusion every time: You would leave, and Paige would beg you to stay.

Paige licked her lips, taking the bottom one in between her teeth before tilting her head back to lie on the headrest of her seat, “Why do you keep pretending it’s gonna be the last time we see each other?” You broke your gaze away from her, looking out the windshield at the Dallas skyline, and while the city was buzzing with the lives and stories of countless people, Paige always managed to make it feel like it was just you two. She had taken you in her car to the very top of a parking garage, parking facing the beautiful skyline. 

You manage to find words, deciding that the truth wouldn’t hurt. “I don’t know. I want to move on, and everything in my head is telling me to, but my heart still wants to be with you, I guess.” Your confession lingers in the air. That’s when you feel the softness of Paige’s fingertips on your leg. Her hand travels to caress your cheek, moving a strand of hair that had escaped from behind your shoulder back behind your ear. “I fucked up, ma. I know that now. You don’t want to move on because you and I both know it was always supposed to be us.” 

You lead your eyes back to Paige, slightly admiring her appearance. Her signature braided ponytail she hadn’t been able to let go of. Even after going to the league, it was obvious she couldn’t let go of you when she went to the league either. Finding comfort in familiarity . Her legs spread as much as they could in the tight confines of her Jeep. Her bottom half covered in grey Essentials sweatpants, and her black Nike tech covering her top, slightly unzipped to show her “pb” necklace, an outfit you had told and showed her how much you loved when you were together.

Her hips shift up slightly when she reaches to adjust the temperature of the car, taking the blunt back from your hands.

You guys pass the blunt back and forth, Paige finishing it off and discarding the roach mindlessly, tossing it out the window and onto the asphalt. She shifts her seat back, opening the sunroof to look out at the night sky above you both. You follow suit, eyes tracking a shooting star. Piage had noticed it too it seemed, “Y’wanna know what I wished for?” Your eyes start to water, because you knew what she was going to tell you, “I wished that you would come back to me, for good.” You sigh at that, as much as you wanted to, and as much as you kept finding yourself in this situation, you couldn’t bring yourself to let yourself get lost in her again. Maybe you were being overdramatic, but how could you pass off your feeling of betrayal? Paige had left you as soon as she found someone whose smooth flirting eased its way into her mind. Discarded you, like she had with the roach, which left you feeling like the four years between you two wasn’t as serious as it had been.

Her hands reached for your thighs again, this time, it was to swing your legs over the middle seat, to rest in her lap. You were leaning against the window now, facing her as she turned her head to you. Paige was always more affectionate high, the warmth of it giving her the ability to be honest with herself and you. “Y’look so pretty ma.” Paige says, a soft smile adorning her lips as she rubs her hands up and down your calves. “I told you, no pet names anymore.” You set boundaries before you hung out with Paige, it was always, “behave yourself P, no pet names, and no arguments about what we used to be.”  Even you found that hard sometimes.

“C’mon, I just miss how it was, I miss when you were there for me, I miss coming home from practice to find you napping on the couch, how i would wake you up with a kiss to your forehead so you could pull me under the blanket with you, how we would fall asleep together.” You could lash out, tell her that this was the consequences of her own actions, but you couldn’t deny that you felt that way too. “Paige.” Is what you settled on, not wanting to argue with her, not wanting to ruin your high. “M’sorry” she groans. “I miss it too.” You confess, Paige being the one person who coild get the truth out of you. And you did miss it, your own couch feeling cold and lonely without your tall girlfriend.

“C’mere.” she coaxes you with her smooth voice, and for once, you don’t fight it, letting her hands wrap around your waist and lift you up over the middle console and into her lap. You let your arms fall around her neck, she hugs you by the waist, rubbing your back comfortingly as you inhale the scent of her Valentino colonge. 

She shifts her hips again, this time to try and get more comfortable. That’s when you feel it, pressing up against you through the clothing. It wasn’t foreign, she would wear it under her clothes when you were together, reminding you that it was “more convenient” that way. 

You pull away from her neck, and she knows, she knows what you’re about to say, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively as her lips curve into a smirk. “Oh my God Paige, You’re not real.” She starts twisting the ends of your hair between her fingers, “You love it.” 

Her hands find their way to your hips, softly rocking you on her lap. You let out a soft whine, accompanied by a breathy string of curse words. “Missed this, missed you” Paige says, grabbing your head to crash her lips onto yours. Her lips felt so familiar it hurt, the air was being stripped from your lungs, you let yourself sink into her as her hands kept moving your hips against her. “I need you Paige.” You say, grinding down against her, feeling your slick start to get uncomfortable. “I know baby, I need you to cum in your pants first, been awhile since I got you right like that.” Her words were filthy, but Paige was always good at communicating what she wanted from you, “Give me a chance, lemme remind you how I make you feel.” You whine, the wetness in your pants providing enough to comfortably grind against what you yearned for in her pants. “Fuck, okay.” You say, wanting nothing more than to forget about all the hurt you felt over the last few months. 

That was all the confirmation Paige needed, she lifted your light pink tank top just enough to be met with your light purple lace bra, the one you bought for Paige’s birthday. “Fuck, Y’tryna kill me?” She sighed, rubbing her thumbs across your nipples before flicking them, watching your tits bounce slightly with the movement of your hips. You let out a whine, Paige continued to aide you with your movements, her sweet words helping the feeling in your stomach tighten, relief finally washing over you, whining into her ear as you do so.

Paige lifts her hips to take her sweatpants off, unzipping her tech right after, very quickly figuring you that she had decided to forgo a bra, being met with her supple tits, nipples pink and peaked due the the pleasure of getting you off. You mirror her actions, taking off your tank top fully, deciding to keep Paige’s favorite set on you on, you follow with your sweatpants, the light purple thong being corrupted with a darker patch from earlier actions. Paige let out a hum at the sight of you, cursing slightly to herself at the sheer thought of having you like this again. 

“I’ll do all the work for you ma, you deserve that.” Paige says, lifting your hips to place you above the tip of her purple strap, “Look at that, we go together real bad, huh?” You don’t get a chance to respond, she pulls your panties to the side and eases you down onto her length, the tip hitting your spot as she allows you to get used to the intrusion.

Paige pulls all of your hair over one shoulder, leaning you into her, lifting you up just enough for her to start thrusting her hips up. She moves your face into her neck, craning her head to start kissing your neck, you feel the slow suck of your skin into her mouth, biting it a little before smoothing it over with the cool of her tongue. 

“Fuck Paige, just make me feel good please.” You say through your moans, the car starts to fog up with desire. The faint buzzing of the vibrator against her clit cutting through the air, making you both moan, Paige sighing with pleasure. Your back arched as you got closer, taking in how Paige looked, needy, her lips more flushed and plump than usual, the rapid breathing pushed her tits out to you, you moved your fingers to her nipples, your short french manicured nails twisting one slightly, forcing Paige to let out, “Oh, fuck.” Paige started thrusting faster, harder, her hands underneath your thighs to support you through it, “Please tell me you’re close baby.”  You gasp, the direct punching of her against your spot made you moan out, “Yes, please.” Pressure in your stomach becoming unbearable, you decide to kiss at her neck, pulling her ponytail to yank her head to the side, giving you better access. You suck a mark, just as she had, and then you lick the letters of your name straight over it. Paige groans when she realizes, and you knew, the pressure snapped for the both of you, letting out satisfied moans as you both reahed your peak.

-

Paige had dropped you off at your apartment, you used your keycard to get into the building, walking past the complex's gym, straight to the elevator.

You questioned how much longer it would be like this, you thought about how you told yourself you would take her back if she truly apologized. But she had, and you still felt a sense of longing to go back to the way it used to be, young, and in love. Before the reality of the real world drowned you guys. She fucked up, she knew that, but you were also very aware of how it had you feeling, like Atlas, the weight of the whole sky on your shoulders. The elevator opens, and you step into it, hitting your floor and pulling your phone out. You needed to move on, so you find Paige’s contact, and hit the red text that says, “Block Caller”

[miange1]

if your requests are open , may i request a donnie fic where the reader (male) is kinda very feminine and donnie is internally homophobic but its less because the reader is feminine? im not really good at expressing myself sorry 🙏🏻🙏🏻 also smut if possible but fluff is okau too LOVE YOUR FICS MUAH ignore if your reqs are closed

DONNIE DARKO

feminine male reader(as in looks), this is short, donnie trying to make reader seem like a girl, it kinda works, bottom reader, donnie being a weirdo, fantasizing, oblivious reader, dirty thoughts but no actual sex, masterbation, other stuff idk

note: steady callin my phone i don told u b4 dat it's ova lea me loneeeeeee😩

you were pissing him off. it's not that you did anything to overall upset him, you were just..you. and to him, there was nothing wrong with that but at the same time everything was wrong with that.

when he first saw you, he accidentally mistook you for a girl who had grabbed the wrong uniform. was all the more confused when you came into the bathroom and started using the urinal. his crush for you instantly shattered, but only for a bit.

he had been confused and angry. why weren't you a girl? why did you have to be a guy?

he was starting to weird himself out, even when he'd found out sometimes certain thoughts would sneak through.

if you looked like a girl, then you'd take his dick like one wouldn't you? yeah, that made sense..

he'd think about it a whole bunch. think about his hands squeezing at your waist and plunging himself inside of you to make you cry out all for him.

your voice was beautiful, sounded like a girls too. "morning donnie!" god, why'd you have to do that? turn him on like that, you had to be doing it on purpose.

it was worse when you'd get close to him, made it look like you were flirting with him. "dude don't get so close man..that's weird." his heart would twinge each time your face would fall, and you would apologize and move away from him.

'fuck, fuck why did i say that?'

the thought of being gay was just too unnatural to him, he couldn't handle it.

after gym class it was worse. when you'd take your shirt off he could smell you even more. he saw your lips moving but heard none of it. his nose would twitch whilst he tried so hard not to stick his nose to your neck and inhale deeply. you smelled so good..like a warm bakery.

"donnie? you listening?" "yeah, keep talking.."

he took one of your clothes once, kept it and never washed it so the scent would stay on. he'd be obsessed with your smell, jack himself off. "pretty..so pretty.." even when he came all over his palm he couldnt stop, couldn't stop thinking of your body pressing against his.

the way your hair shaped your face, those soft features you had just made him want to fuck your face and make you take it down your throat.

"donnie, did you accidentally take my shirt? you know, the one with some cartoon character on it." he'd shut his locker, shrugging like he had absolutely no clue.

"mm..no, not sure i do."

[viviwah]

CHOI SU-BONG (THANOS) - WORTH YOUR WHILE

warnings: f!reader, unprotected sex (creampie), mentions of blood/death

a/n: first squid game fic! aa i’m so excited ^^

By the grace of God, you had just made it through the first game out of the six that you’d be playing, “Red Light, Green Light”. Your eyes were low, your heart was heavy and a thin coat of sweat covered your forehead as you thought about what you’d just witnessed out there during the game. So many people were killed right in front of you and you watched as their bodies went lifeless and limp due to the bullets that pierced through their skin. You’re happy to be alive but this is not what you were expecting at all. Your green tracksuit that was once clean, was now covered in the blood of the players who were now dead, may their poor souls rest in peace. As you entered the large white room that you had woken up in a few hours ago, you scanned the room with your eyes. You then noticed the guy with purple hair, Thanos, and his eyes met yours immediately as his face lit up. You scoffed and rolled your eyes as you turned in the opposite direction. He was annoying, true, but you couldn’t deny the fact that he was very handsome as well. The two of you had exchanged a few words in the field of the previous game before it had started. Your face turned up in cringe as you remembered the corny words he rapped to you earlier. You felt a hand grasp onto your shoulder from behind so you turned around slightly, meeting Thanos’ dark and seductive gaze.

“Where you going, Señorita?”, his mouth curved into a sly smirk as he questioned you in a somewhat seductive tone.

You chuckled lightly at this, and turned around once again, attempting to walk away from him. He let out a deep sigh from behind you before grasping onto your shoulder once again which forced you to turn towards him.

“Why are you ignoring me, Señorita?”, he raised a brow subconsciously as he questioned you once again.

“Because..”, you paused for a second and removed his hand that was resting so calmly against your left shoulder. “You’re just an annoying fuckboy.”

His face dropped before he spoke again.

“Come on, just give me a chance. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

You laughed lightly at his efforts. He’d only laid eyes on you about an hour ago and here he was, begging for you to give him a chance. How pathetic.

“What could you possibly do for me right now that’ll be worth my while?”

He smirked.

“Let me show you.”

Now here you were, bent over a sink in the restroom and moaning uncontrollably as Thanos stood behind you pounding mercilessly into your tight pussy.

“How does it feel, Señorita?”, he groaned as his hand gathered all of your hair in a fist before pulling it roughly, forcing your head back as he thrusted deeper into you.

“S-So fucking good!”, you whined as he leaned into you, leaving a trail of soft kisses along your neck before biting.

“Shut up. You don’t wanna get caught, do you?”, he whispered into your ear, reminding you of your surroundings.

You shook your head as a way of saying “no” and bit down onto your bottom lip to hold back your moans. He groaned once again and leaned his head back before releasing the tight grip he had on your hair.

“You’re taking my cock like such a good girl.”, he cooed and gave a harsh slap onto your ass.

He grabbed onto your hips and forced himself even deeper inside of you which forced you to bite deeper into your bottom lip. Your eyes began watering due to the mixture of pain and pleasure you were experiencing. Thanos was making you feel so good, he was definitely better than you thought he’d be. His thick cock slid deep inside of you, reaching all the right spots. You looked into the mirror that was above the sink that you were bent over, admiring him as he continued ramming inside of you, absolutely destroying your pussy.

“I’m gonna cum!”, you exclaimed as your back arched slightly.

Your walls began to tighten around his cock as you covered him in your juices. That warm feeling that built at the bottom of your stomach soon faded away. It didn’t take long for Thanos to finish after you did. His nails dug into the skin of your bare hips as his cock twitched inside of you, releasing his warm load of cum. His head leaned back and he let out a loud deep groan as he pulled his cock out of you. He then smirked, leaning down a bit to spread the plump lips of your pussy, watching in awe as his cum slowly spilled out of you.

“Well..”, his lips curled up into yet another smirk as he broke the silence. “Did I make it worth your while?”

You rolled your eyes and lifted your underwear and pants before responding.

“Shut up.”

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!! THERE ARE PEOPLE OUT HERE WHO NEED TO USE THE RESTROOM!”, the voice of an angry man could be heard from behind the door.

Your eyes shot over to Thanos, who was laughing uncontrollably. You chuckled to yourself and the both of you swiftly made your way out of the restroom, ignoring the glares that you received from the angry players.

[blouisparadise]

Here are some great bottom Louis fics that were posted or completed during the month of February. We really hope you enjoy this list. Happy reading!

1) Just Wanna Be Loved By You | Not Rated | 1,901 words

Louis is too tired to be tough and Harry tries to love him through his struggles. A Defenceless AU.

2) Darling, I Will Give Up Everything | Explicit | 1,903 words

Louis' had a terrible day at uni, but thankfully he can always fall into Harry's arms and be taken care of.

3) Dear Harry, | Not Rated | 1,945 words

The one where Louis writes a letter to the Alpha that he one day dreams of meeting.

4) The Eagle Has Landed | Not Rated | 3,311 words

Louis comes back from the Superbowl and Harry exacts his revenge for Louis' night with Zayn in LA

5) Early Mornings | Explicit | 3,428 words

“You’re everything to me, you know that?” Harry whispered, his forehead resting against Louis’ as he looked into those familiar blue eyes. “I know,” Louis whispered back, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth despite the overwhelming sensations coursing through him.

6) Skulls And Crossbones | General Audiences | 3,467 words

“Thanks for the tea, mate… but uh, why did the steam turn into a skull and crossbones when you stirred it?”

7) Truth Or Dare | Mature | 4,296 words

"See that guy over there?” Louis shifted slightly in her seat, directing her gaze toward the table across from her. “The one in the wool vest?” Camila nodded at the blue-eyed girl's question. "Go make his day, Lou; he looks like he wants company.” Louis raised an eyebrow. “Don’t look at me like that. He’s cute. Just look at him; he looks so adorable with his plaid vest and coffee.” .... "I've never done this, I don't want to ruin it" Louis leaned on his chest. "You're not going to ruin it, just let yourself go" She kissed him again tenderly and Harry ended up nodding softly.

8) Are There Still Beautiful Things? | Explicit | 5,473 words

Louis brings Harry to a secluded meadow for one last night of happiness before they both go to war.

9) Fuck Me Til I Feel Better | Explicit | 6,904 words

Louis is stressed, tired and anxious and he just wants his Hazza!

10) The Devil in Disguise | Explicit | 8,276 words

At a lavish masquerade ball, Harry and Louis, once inseparable bandmates of One Direction, find themselves unknowingly drawn back to one another after years of silence since the band’s split. Hidden behind elaborate masks, they exchange furtive glances from across the room, each wondering if the other can see past the disguise. As the night unfolds, their quiet game of cat and mouse leads them to a secluded spot, where the truth of their identities—and the years of separation—are finally laid bare, sparking a reunion neither of them saw coming.

11) Not Quite As Planned.... | Not Rated | 9,105 words

The plan was for them to make gingerbread houses with the gingerbread Harry had made. But things don’t end up going quite to plan….

12) Where You Lead, I Will Follow (Part 1) | Explicit |2,301 words

Louis and Harry are best friends. One night after a great show, he admits his feelings for one of his friends, his male friend. He knows his crush has experience and asks Harry for his help on what to expect.

13) Too Young | Explicit | 18,193 words

Accidentally bonded as 8 and 10 year olds, Louis starts resenting Harry once they were old enough for him to realize what had been taken away from him and now they're roommates who fuck out of obligation.

14) Tangled Up In You | Explicit | 22,795 words

Louis has a hopeless crush on his best friend’s dad but his crush may not be as hopeless as he thought.

15) With All My Heart | Not Rated | 34,339 words

Popular omega Louis receives a present each day from a secret admirer. Throw in some humor, jealousy, calculus, a masquerade ball, Mario Kart, snowball fight, mixed CDs, a cute dog, oh, and a cute nerdy shy alpha, who just might be the biggest surprise of all.

16) Rogue Omega | Mature | 38,791 words

Louis is a rogue on the run from his birth pack, who want to kill him because he's a male omega. He ends up in the Styles pack's territory, trying to get away from his hunters. But it's too late--the alphas surround the exhausted omega and attack him. The last thing he sees, before he passes out, is a huge black wolf with green eyes. What a sight to die to.

17) Loving You's The Antidote | Explicit | 60,450 words

Louis is a struggling musician who can barely pay his rent, Harry is a successful art curator with a rich family. Louis ends up as Harry's fake boyfriend for a weekend and they have to share a bed.

18) I Believe In Magic | Explicit | 115,276 words

Harry is the Crown Prince and the future king of Camelot. His sworn duty is to protect his kingdom from outside threats, especially from the dangers of magic. Louis is his best friend and, technically, his servant. And he has a secret.

19) You Belong To Me | Explicit | 125,621 words

Where Louis is sent to prison for the first time. He is set up with Harry who is willing to help him to get through his sentence. But his help doesn't come without a price tag.

20) Yours, Mine, & Ours | Explicit | 126,630 words

A ten year reunion puts ex-boyfriends, Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson, in the same room together for the first time in ten years. Louis' desperate to avoid the man who left him sobbing outside a dive-bar in the middle of London. It's going swimmingly until an accidental submission to the reunion's slideshow highlights the existence of the son, Leo, that Harry never knew about. Harry's determined to stake a permanent claim in Louis' life as their child's father. Louis knows Harry's temporary, and refuses to allow him to break their son's heart too. The past bubbles up in uncomfortable ways, and choices need to be made. Will Harry and Louis be able to put everything aside in the best interest of their son? Or will everything fall apart just like it did all those years ago?

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

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[froidefille]

Hi! Welcome to my kinkuary inspired recs! Seeing the prompts, they were simply too delicious not to share some of my favourite fics <3 Enjoy! 

Day 28: wildcard // Soft Dom!Draco 

📚 God of All Comfort by @dodgerkedavra

🎧 podfic by @cailynwrites

Draco/Harry, 10k, Explicit with capital E so mind the tags please! 

Summary: 

Harry likes to hurt. 

You guys... have I been waiting A WHOLE MONTH for the wildcard to make it allllll about soft Dom!Draco? MAYBE. Maybe. 

As a surprise to no one, one of my most favourite soft Dom!Draco ever is the one in @dodgerkedavra's work. Dodger somehow has access to my SOUL and writes stuff that pierces my heart and heals my mind. She just collects all of my favourite tropes, mixes them all up and serves on a silver platter FOR FREE TO ENJOY. I’ll never get over what a gift fanfiction is, really.  

As it happens, Dodger has written SEVERAL soft Dom!Draco fics and I love them all from the bottom of my heart, so I chose one of them for today to gush about <3

“What about the rest?” “The rest of what?” “Once you’d got the pain where you wanted it, who was going to wipe your tears and pet you until you felt better?” Harry can hardly breathe. He tries for a sentence, then settles for a word. “You?” Malfoy opens his arms. Harry tilts into them, not at all gently, and grabs for anything he can reach. Malfoy’s clothes. His waist. Anything. Anything. Malfoy’s arms fold around him, tight enough to keep Harry together. “Yes,” he says into Harry’s hair. “Yes.”

This fic depicts drarry relationship through BDSM somehow so gently, it's WILD. AND the're Curse Breakers. AND partners. What's not to love??

Go see my further ramblings about this fic under the cut!

Thanks for today and make sure to leave the author and podficcer some love in the comments under their works! <3 

Read more: more dodger recs // kinkuary inspired recs // my other recs

See, my problem is that I have zero ability to write comprehensively about sex so let me just say this - I love when things happen for a reason and there's sex in a story for more than just sex's sake (although that is also enjoyable, ngl xd). And in the dodger!verse it makes PERFECT sense and I AM HERE FOR IT. Harry is just tired and needs and a safe outlet for emotions, needs to let things go, not having to fucking DECIDE for a moment - and Draco can give him that. And it's fucking RAVISHING. 

Aaaaaand also so hot I just cant 

Dodger dives straight into all my headcanons and I'm SO here for it! I absolutely adore the idea of adorable disaster human being!Harry and Soft Dom!Draco who keeps his boy afloat. And I LOVE Dodger’s portrayal of neurodivergence, I feel so so so SO seen in those descriptions, have a look at this one: 

When he’s down to his wedding band, it’s confirmed—Harry’s skin is the thing that doesn’t fit. Too small. Too tight. Pressing in on his ribs. His hips. His shoulder blades.

yaaaaaas, this feeling put into words!!!! Also, the wedding band, love me some married Drarry 

“You,” says Malfoy, his fingers still tight around Harry’s wrist, “are hungry. You are overtired. And if those things weren’t enough—and make no mistake, Potter, they are—you’re having one of your days, and I will—”

This, here - I LOVE Draco who just takes a look at Harry, says "baby, you probably have no idea but you're tired and hungry". WE ALL NEED THIS DRACO 

Harry doesn’t have days. He doesn’t even know what Malfoy means by that. Harry’s normal. He’s just a normal bloke who has normal feelings, and if they get into weird places in his head and occasionally make him have a fit, then that’s probably what happens to everyone.

sure, that's what we all think and then go through an epiphany moment when we realise that, after all, not everyone have a non-stop radio chatter in their heads for instance xd 

Except then October comes ’round, like it tends to do every year, and Harry can’t quite shake the sense that he’s…wrong. Off-balance. Everything bothers him. He writes to his solicitor to put Grimmauld Place up for sale three times in the first two weeks and has to write three times to take it back. He knocks over his glass at brunch at the Burrow one Sunday—a matter of, like, three charms maximum. The spilled pumpkin juice is clean and dry in a flick of Molly’s wand, but Harry can’t stop shouting and blaming and throwing a wobbly, so Ron takes him outside under the pretense of looking for gnomes and walks him about the garden until he can breathe. He drops his glasses one morning and steps on them by accident and can’t think of a single spell, can’t think of anything, so he barges into Level Nine and causes a massive scene as he searches bitterly for Hermione, blind and snapping at everyone he comes across, and feels absolutely mad once she’s fixed them.

Harry and his wobblies :') How Ron knows exactly what his friend need, how Harry relies on Hermione :'))))) It’s one more element of the dodger!verse I am the greatest fan of – the Golden Trio being actually there for each other and being supportive best friends. Sounds corny, I know, but somehow Ron and Hermione as friends make more sense to me? IDK. 

“Felt bad,” says Harry instantly, because Draco’s got him in this place where there’s no distance between Harry’s thoughts and his mouth. “Felt—felt—guilty. For being alive when everyone else is dead. And I miss being in school. But not the war. And not the dragons. And I don’t want that bread with the herbs or whatever. Anymore.

It's always the fucking herbs!!!! And there's a surprisingly short distance from unwanted herbs in your meal (fucking parsley, don’t even get me started on that shit) to feeling guilty about being alive, I 100% stan Harry here 

“Er…” He hasn’t been able to relax all day, hasn’t been able to settle, and they’re supposed to be sorting through the heirlooms that have collected at Grimmauld so they can redecorate or something. And now Malfoy’s watching him with a look in his eyes that says he already knows what Harry’s problem is, but he’s having a bit of a teaching moment. “It’s my jeans.” The hole has become too large, slipping off Harry’s knee in a way that pulls threads across his shin, and he can’t bloody stand it. He spends hours one night searching for a specific jumper—green, with a white H on the front—and when Malfoy says he should come to bed and look in the morning, Harry throws an enormous wobbly that ends in him shouting I want my parents to be alive, I can’t find them, I can’t lose this jumper, too.

Well, see, it rarely is about a jumper itself, after all. Mostly it's about finding comfort in controlling what we can. And Dodger provides such beautiful examples of that in her fics <3 

I know it’s supposed to be mostly sexy rec, and the sex is really fucking hot, I just do not have the ability to put that into words. You’re going to have to go and read (or listen!) yourself to find exactly how hot 🔥 

[candyredmusings]

Slay The Princess Sentence Starters

Sentences taken from Slay The Princess: The Pristine Cut by Blacktabby Games! Change Pronouns As Needed!

CW: Angst, Fluff, Comedic, Romantic

"Now we can both enjoy the mutual romantic subtext to this murder!"

"Yeah do you not know what The Look is? Even I know what The Look is."

"Do you think we can throw her out the window?"

"Hey you threw it out the window even though I just told you not to, I'm proud of you!" 

“WHY DO YOU HATE ME?” 

“What do you mean? This is what you wanted. Idiot.” 

"We ain't done yet, we get up."

"She asks that I tell you to remember her. You won't." 

"BEHOLD! The PERFECT woman!"

“I didn’t think you’d come back. We’re going to have a lot of fun, you and I!” 

“He’s making fun of us!”

“If only I were capable of throwing myself off a bridge.”

"Do I miss your heart because I can’t stand to see it go?"

“I will not be described into submission.” 

"By believing in your limitations you put a shackle on your neck."

"The number of stabbing implements I have is practically zero!"

"The world can't be bad if you're still in it."

"There are few things more terrifying than one's own heart, and there is almost nothing more terrifying than sharing it with another."

" ...do you not have anything witty to say? I could use a good bit of wit right now."

"The End. Nice knowing you."

"You're using a lot of words to say a lot of nothing."

"But violence and passion are dances that both of us know well."

"No. You stop that! Stop all this nonsense."

"If you want us to ignore her, then why did you tell us any of that 'wide pleadin eyes begging for mercy' business to begin with?"

"Whatever you're trying to do right now, you don't have to do it alone."

"You have no idea how good it is to hear you."

"I think you know who I am."

"HA! YOU BASTARD! Even face-to-face, you find a way to stab me in the back."

"I know you and you're hideous! Absolutely wretched! Just like me!"

"You ask of things that cannot be done."

"Why wouldn't I be kind to you? You are the only thing I know that isn't me."

"Fuck this guy. Don't trust him."

"You will have your rest in due time, and I am sorry for the burdens I place on you."

"I would never dare to tarnish our relationship by assuming myself above you."

"Names are their attempts to capture that which cannot be captured."

"Sweet! I've always wanted to off a monarch. Viva la revolucion!" 

"Oh, you bastard! You're in for it now. I'm wise to your tricks!"

“My will triumphs yours."

"We've hurt each other plenty, and I still like you."

"What nooo I wouldn't stab you."

"Why? Why did you let me do this?!"

"It takes a wretch to know a wretch, and we're all at the bottom of the barrel here."

"They're good questions. Great questions, even. But they don't have any answers."

“Do not mourn her; She has finally been heard.”

"Last time? If somebody came into my house and tried to kill me and I cut his neck open and then he stabbed me in the heart and we both died looking into each other's eyes, well, surely I would remember that! But I don't, so it must not have happened!"

"I just want to make you happy!"

"You've been kinder to me than anyone else I've met. Thank you."

“I’m not going to destroy the world, but I am going to hold it in my hands and squeeze it.”

"Oh that's right! Yeah, fuck this guy, don't trust him."

"If the world ended, how are we talking?"

"I'm going to die now! I think that's what you want."

"You've changed"

"And you've stayed exactly the same"

"I'll be damned. We're doomed."

 For everyone's sake, you're not in love."

 "They always say it's lonely at the top. I didn’t think they actually meant it."

“Ignore all the criticism. You’re doing great!” 

"She's been like me this whole time. She's just been hiding it."

 "Of course I'm not okay! I've never been okay. But maybe I needed to never be okay for us to make this happen"

[fischotterkunst]

Joker in Closing Night: Part 2

[curlytsunamiart]

still enjoying nocturne so heres some more demi-fiend doodles + hcs

[arthursfuckinghat]

Shoutout to rdr2 tumblr blogs you guys have the coolest and the funniest fucking usernames I love you guys

[elegantwoes]

The I'm be queen this life fandom shows not only it's stupidity but also how misogynistic they are. No matter how much you Cesare fangirls want it to be true, no, Ariadne in the first timeline wasn't as awful as tomato head. Let's look at their actions:

Ariadne schemed and killed people to help Cesare become king. Which includes innocent King Alfonso.

Cesare took advantage of his emotionally vulnerable fiancee and manipulated her to do his bidding and instigated her to murder people for his sake including his half-brother King Alfonso

After the deed was done and Cesare became king he postponed the wedding ceremony with his betrothed. Sleeps with her before marriage in order to keep her by his side long enough till his reign was stable.

Discards her like an used handkerchief in favor for her sister and wants to marry her and make queen instead

Turns a blind eye and allows Ariadne to be locked up and eventually killed by her sister.

Anyone who can look at this should come to the conclusion that what Cesare does is significantly worse. Now don't get me wrong, what Ariadne does is wrong. She killed an innocent person, but at the end of the day Alfonso was a stranger to her in the first timeline.

Ariadne on the other hand was Cesare's betrothed. He owed her loyalty but in the end he treated her horrifically. For christ sake Cesare bedded her before marrying her. That alone makes him scummy.

Cesare is an emotionally abusive fuckboy who discarded his betrothed. Ariadne commits crimes out of loyalty to their beloved who she's legally bound to. That is radically different.

One is an morally grey anti hero. The other is a villain.

[rahleeyah]

T*d l@sso was so poorly constructed - it ran straight downhill after s1 and imploded at the end, with sloppy, unsatisfying storytelling and an exhausted fan base who spent two seasons insisting surely the show runners had a plan and were going to pull it together at the end only for the show runners to shit directly into fans' open hands - that I'm of two minds about this announcement; on the one hand it would be great to see them turn this ship around, on the other I don't think the men responsible for that finale should be rewarded with jobs and money.

[magicinavalon]

I just think it would be neat if Flint personally hung Woodes Rogers by the neck thank you and good day

[gothteddiesdotcom]

I think that part of what like. kills me about the whole media literacy and critical thinking aspect of enjoying media these days is that people refuse to like. contextualize that

A. Bad media can still hold significant meaning to people

B. Media made for a demographic you aren’t apart of is not inherently bad media

C. Media made for and consumed by the opposite demographic is not inherently shallow or flawed nor is it above criticism for its media tropes either.

[kirkwallers]

Anyway whatever happens in the next few years if u didn't vote bc both parties are flawed it's ur fault

[milf-harrington]

i was experimenting w a different colouring style and i accidentally ended up turning my oc into eddie munson so here you go

[mitchmrner]

also i sincerely hope jesse p*llock is writhing in rage at the fact that there’s a go leafs go chant in the canada life centre