#g: 2006

[dasisugarun]

guys, he is showing off

[angelbarelywrites]

♡ slashers scenarios | sharing a bed

♡ fandoms; The Boy, Halloween, Texas Chainsaw Massacre (original + 2006), House of Wax, Dead by Daylight, slashers (general)

♡ characters; Brahms Heelshire, Micheal Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Vincent Sinclair

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡ cw; very suggestive content, implied smut

♡note; swapped out billy in this one bc i can’t imagine him sharing a bed with someone and not getting literally pornographic

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Brahms Heelshire

> Once he decides he wants to share the bed, he finds the biggest guest room bed and brings all of the comfiest pillows and blankets he can to make it perfect

> For you more than him, but he doesn’t feel too hurt when you push half of them to the foot of the bed

> It was a lot even for a king bed

> You’re reluctant at first, not used to sharing a bed

> But you find he’s very hard to say no to once you’re in that deep

> He tries to give you space, but it’s not long before he’s wrapped around you, clinging for dear life

> And he almost immediately falls asleep like that, head tucked into your chest

> You sigh and try and relax, petting his hair

> And you fall asleep with your hand still tangled in his black locks, holding him close to you

> You wake up to him nuzzling your neck and practically whining

> “Baby…wake up…”

> You’d ask him what the problem was…if you couldn’t feel it against your leg

> You spend most of the morning still in bed, lazily fixing his predicament

Micheal Myers

> He doesn’t get why you want him to do this

> You know he doesn’t cuddle

> You know he usually gets restless and wanders at night

> But there’s no reason to say no, and even he can’t stand how sad your pout is

> You hum and stretch, tucking yourself in and look at him expectantly

> He takes off his boots and lays on top of the covers beside you, stiff as a board

> You have to coax him to even take the mask off, but he still won’t relax

> You quickly realize he’s used to high security psych ward bunks, not big comfy queen beds full of stuffed animals

> “…do you…wanna sleep on the floor?”

> He pauses.

> Shakes his head and closes his eyes.

> After you finally fall sleep, he sits up, intending on leaving

> But you look so peaceful…he can’t help to stay and watch you. Just for a little while.

> When he touches your cheek, you press into his hand. Maybe a while longer.

> When you wake up he’s still staring at you, hand long gone from your cheek

> But once you blink awake, it creeps somewhere else..

Thomas Hewitt

> He’s almost nervous of the idea

> Y’all are certainly intimate with each other - just as intimate as you would be if you were married like his mama was planning

> But what if the family noticed you were in there? He’d kill Hoyt for calling you anything nasty-

> When he sees you in skimpy PJs, he immediately forgets his worries

> He has a huge bed because he’s a huge guy, so when you curl up in it alone, it’s almost comical

> He’s staring at you as he climbs in after you, cautiously removing his mask

> His shoulders relax a little when you smile up at him, still so amazed you can stand to look at him

>“Hold me?”

> He grunts and takes no time in pulling you flush, spooning you. He’s more relaxed than he’s been in a while, sure he’ll fall asleep in no time

> Until you give a tiny sigh and shift your hips, innocently adjusting

> It doesn’t take much for you to set him off- he’s touch starved and obsessed with you.

> Along with feeling him against your ass, you can literally hear his breathing change.

> “…Tommy baby? Want me to take care of that?”

> It takes another two hours before you fall asleep, both sticky with sweat and sated, your head laying on his broad chest.

Bubba Sawyer

> He’s so happy to have a sleepover- even if you live right down the hall in the same house (I cannot imagine you dating him and being allowed to leave the farm tbh)

> He gives you an updated tour of his room- he’s very happy to show you the collection of polaroids of you he hung up.

> You were wondering where those went

> Finally he drops you on the bed, giggling quietly

> It’s old but comfy, and he has plenty of stolen pillows and blankets, and even some stuffed bears

> He strips right on down to his heart boxers, leaving his mask on for last

> He takes it off slowly, giving you that shy look he always does

> You grin and open your arms and he’s more than happy to scoop you up with a coo.

> By the time you’re settled, you’re curled around his back

> He loves being the little spoon, even if he’s a big brute

> When you wake up he’s bursting back into the room with some slightly burnt toast for breakfast

> It’s a sudden wake up call, but a welcome one

> And you repay him in tons of kisses, all over

Vincent Sinclair

> Like some of the others he’s hesitant

> But you want him to relax, he’s been working so hard- so you take him away from the studio, and into your room

> You’re not even letting him so much as sketch until he sleeps

> He tilts his head and is almost pouting, trying to guilt you - even more so once you help him remove his wax

> Until you coax him into his stomach so you can massage his back, that is

> You’re clumsy and certainly not a professional, but your hands on him is enough to melt away the stress

> He suddenly rolls over and grabs your hips as he hears you yawn

> It’s your turn to pout down at him

> But eventually you relent and let him cradle you close to his chest as he hums a nonsense lullaby

> You keep him trapped in bed the next morning as revenge, again straddling him before he can get up to leave

> But this time, you’re most certainly not yawning

[lanalove2012]

[x-raz0r-2-the-r0sary-x]

frank being purely feral during this era

[kittydoremi]

Drew Sol Sonic and Elise again ☺️💙🤍

[earlycuntsets]

from fuse september 2006 - fuse released mcr's interviews in hd

[jaymber]

I don't know if it's because of his golden heart, or load-bearing mental illnesses, but Henry is very lucky to still be in Shawn's life cause HOLY FUCK no one deserves that level of patience from a child they trained but didn't raise 😶

[vgtrackbracket]

Video Game Track Bracket Round 4

CΘld StΘrage from Splatoon 3: Side Order

vs.

Crisis City from Sonic the Hedgehog (2006)

Propaganda under the cut. If you want your propaganda reblogged and added to future polls, please tag it as propaganda or otherwise indicate this!

CΘld StΘrage:

honest-to-god breakcore. in a nintendo game. that's the big selling point here but i'm also gonna paste an (edited and trimmed down) infodump i made about how well it fits the boss it's made for, Pinging Marciale. Pinging Marciale is a giant ball-shaped clamlike thing with three distinct shell layers that mark its three phases, but the main relevant thing to how it relates to this track is in how it moves. the song has a few sections where it sounds like the beat is bouncing around back and forth and that kind of motion is sorta reflected in the background beat throughout the track, which parallels the boss that frequently bounces around the arena due to the bumpers in it. in general it gives off a stronger vibe of constant movement than either of the other mid-run boss themes, which ties into the fact that the boss gets knocked back every time it takes damage, forcing you to actively chase it down whenever you're making a push to lower its health. the melody that starts at 0:43 really highlights that kind of active chase to me, which i think is very cool.

[keilusin]

d&g at Milan fashion Week, fall 2006

[biancastoaster]

I feel like I’m going to be screaming into the void when I say this, but here we go…

Three-inch tall borrower!Shawn chilling on Lassiter’s shoulder while they watch Heartbreak Ridge.

And then Shawn loses his balance and falls into Lassiter’s shirt and gets lost in his sternbush

[yourboijod]

Mobb Deep x Pound Magazine, 2006

[dasisugarun]

[angelbarelywrites]

♡ slashers scenarios | kisses!

info;

♡ fandoms; The Boy, Halloween, Texas Chainsaw Massacre (original + 2006), Black Christmas, Dead by Daylight, slashers (general)

♡ characters; Brahms Heelshire, Micheal Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Billy Lenz

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡ cw; very suggestive content

♡ note; i hope to do a first meeting and kisses post for all ton of slashers, so let me know who else you wanna see! there’s already some i swapped out between the two posts just because of ideas i already had

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Brahms Heelshire

> this brat is always begging for kisses

> he’s not really one to physically initiate

> and it’s secretly because he loves when you follow his orders

> but he loves all kinds of kisses, and he’s usually content with more chaste ones

> when you do make out though, he is sloppy

> he’s still so touch starved and sensitive

> so it can go from just a long peck to him panting and huffing surprisingly quickly

> and he likes when you praise him for it

> he loves when you pin his hands while you kiss him, laying beneath you as you straddle his chest

> but he loves pawing at you almost as much- in the same position of course

> loves receiving marks

> especially hickies on his neck, like a dumb horny teen

Micheal Myers

> he’s not huge on kissing, or other non-sexual contact

> he’ll make you ask for it

> sometimes even beg

> and then he’ll roll up his mask and kiss you, rough and breathless

> he’s a biter, on your lips, neck, anywhere

> and the more you whine the more he marks you

> all that being said

> he loves when you kiss the mask

> you can swear you’ve heard him groan a bit from it before

> he’ll feel you up as you do too, making it hot and heavy despite how one sided the contact is

> he loves grabbing your throat, pushing you against the wall and kissing you so hard it stuns you

> sometimes to get what he wants, because he’s a malewife manipulator

> but sometimes because he loves the hazy eyed face you make as he pulls away

Thomas Hewitt

> oh my god loves when you kiss him

> forehead kisses, cheek kisses, kisses through the mask, kisses pressed to his jaw, etc etc

> hell you lean over and kiss his arm and he’s giddy- in his silent and almost unnoticeable way

> he loves kissing your neck in particular

> partially because he can hide- the insecurity is hard to shake

> but also because he loves coaxing pretty noises out of you

> freaks out when he leaves marks- but also loves the way you bruise after you reassure him it’s okay

> he loves when you lie on top of him, lazily kissing him between giggles

> it makes you seem so small (because gd, he’s 6’9 and built like a brick house), and he can grab your ass all he wants

Bubba Sawyer

> might be the Biggest Kiss Enjoyer out there

> he loves giving kisses all over!!!

> but especially loves peppering your face with kisses until you’re giggling too hard to let him continue

> he also loves getting kisses, because ofc

> he likes when you kiss his tummy, on top of everything else he can be insecure about his build

> and his hands- chances are y’all also have a huge size difference, and he’s always in awe of how little your cheek is in his hand. so he loves when you lean and kiss his palm

> his favorite kisses are when he picks you up and twirls you around

> and then he settles you in his arms and kisses you sweetly

> not too sexual but intimate

Billy Lenz

> this guy 🙄 in a word, frantic

> there is no peck on the lips with Billy Lenz

> whatever your intention, if you don’t pull away literally immediately, it’s getting dirty fast

> he’s all tongue and teeth and giggles

> like Brahms he’s incredibly pent up

> but baby boy is unintentionally (and sometimes intentionally) aggressive

> marks you up like it’s his job- hickies and bites and even sometimes bruises from holding your hips too hard because he’s stronger than he looks

> grabs your hair and tugs your head back to look at you and tell you how pretty you look and babble weird incoherent shit

> he loves you in his lap, facing him and practically grinding up on you as he lick lick licks your neck and any other skin he can between kisses

[bowtothewitch]

“There is no death without life and no life without death. Something in each of us yearns for the other.” 📖 Captive in the Underworld, by Lianyu Tan.

[tineeericeee]

What Waits Off the Coast Of Santa Barbara

Chapter 3: If You Can’t Cut The Tension, Just Cutting the Netting Will Be Fine

Notes: oh my god it lives

Sorry for the long wait lmao, brain wasn’t working and would only let me add a few sentences every now and then :P

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Lassiter felt something poking his side. Something sharp. Some kind of spear? A harpoon? Whatever it was, it was bothering him. Alcohol still sloshed around his brain, hindering his thought process. So he tried shoving the thing away. He’d barely touched it when it disappeared. He allowed his arm to relax, and shuffled deeper into the cool sand-

Wait. Sand?

He tried peeking his eyes open, but that just invited a world of stabbing pain right behind his corneas. So he shut them tight and kept them closed.

He thought back, slowly remembering the night. Getting a drink at Tom Blair’s Pub, and then… going for a walk… finding a ripped up tarp…

As his still-drunk brain tried to remember what happened, the thing came back and started poking him again. This time, he tried grabbing it — to no avail. But just before it slipped out of his grip, he recognized the feeling of keratin under his touch.

Keratin…

Wasn’t that the same substance that made up fingernails?

His eyes shot open, headache be damned. Sure enough, a large finger with an equally large claw hovered just a foot away from him, preparing to poke the detective once more.

Lassiter leapt up and backpedaled away from it, kicking up sand as he tried — and failed multiple times — to stand, trying to put as much distance between him and the…

‘Oh yeah. The humongous merman unconscious on the beach. The one he had passed out right next to.’ His brain supplied the last bit of information he was missing.

But he wasn’t unconscious now, his eyes half lidded and staring at Lassiter.

Eyes that were greener than the grass on the other side of the road, shining brighter than emeralds.

Eyes that were wandering over Lassiter’s shaking body.

Eyes that were full of pain.

‘Right. The netting.’ The threads looked to be cinched tighter than earlier, the skin an angrier red. He watched as the merman moved slightly, sand shifting around as he tried pulling free the arm that had been wrapped up. Only to immediately stop, letting out a bubbly hiss.

Lassiter was wary as the merman turned to look at him once more. As he stared back, something tugged inside his chest. Almost against his will, he took a step forward.

‘Stop stop stop stop stop what are you doing you need to stop-’

The alcohol still lingering in his brain wouldn’t let him stop, legs stumbling closer and closer to the merman. He numbly began digging through his suit pockets as he walked on, the merman watching with hopeful yet still cautious eyes. Eventually his hands wrapped around his Swiss knife, and he flipped the blade open. The merman flinched a bit at the sharp object, but held still as Lassiter kept slowly approaching.

“Okay, I’m gonna- god, where do I start?” He stared for a moment at the snarled mess of string surrounding skin and scales alike. “How did this even happen?”

Lassiter watched him open and close his mouth, as if to speak, but seemingly struggling to string together a single word. He abruptly stopped trying and growled in frustration as his mouth refused to cooperate.

The sound waves resonated deep within Lassiter’s body, slightly shaking him to his core. He swallowed the lump that formed in his throat. He resolved his dilemma and simply grabbed the closest cluster of netting, cutting through the threads. Tiny snaps slowly began to break through the air.

As Lassiter slowly but surely cut away the net, he found his eyes darting between the task at hand and… well, the merman’s hand.

It was in his nature to be skeptical of everyone he met, and the merman was by no means an exception. This trait of his helped him especially as a police officer, and eventually head detective. It didn’t help him so much as Carlton Lassiter though, pushing people away and causing him to have no friends.

Soon enough, the monotony of what he was doing got to him — as well as the insanity — and he was pulled into the deeper recesses of his thoughts.

Why was he even doing this? What would he get from it? Other than the small satisfaction that he had helped a… creature, a very attractive one at that. Though that small factoid had nothing to do with the situation he’d found himself in. Definitely not. It hadn’t swayed his decision making process at all.

This… this was nuts. The whole situation shouldn’t even be happening right now. It was impossible. Not just the fact that apparently mermaids existed, but they were huge.

How did they manage to stay hidden for so long? Something this big couldn’t hide forever. There had to have been some sightings, some footage or… anything, really.

‘But they have been seen,’ he thought to himself as he numbly continued cutting away green threads. People had seen the fabled creatures. Of course, it’d been hundreds of years ago, back when people were so scared of the unknown they would practically believe anything.

Nowadays, witness accounts claiming mermaid sightings were seen as signs of some kind of mental illness or hysteria, and chalked up to hallucinations — along with a recommendation to visit the nearest mental institution.

Lassiter was broken out of his thoughts when the sound of netting breaking was replaced with the merman hissing in pain once more. He looked down and noticed he’d accidentally nicked him with his knife. “Sorry.”

The merman once again tried to speak. But this time he managed to get something out. “Just… ffffocus…” It came out a little jumbled, as though he hadn’t used his vocal cords in years.

Lassiter hid his shock at the spoken words (not very well, mind you) and continued cutting, shifting around every once in a while to move on to the next batch of tangled knots.

It had been at least thirty minutes when they reached the final stretch: the tail. The merman was getting impatient, having sat up and started rubbing his arm where the netting previously dug in extra tightly.

Lassiter did his best not to look at the merman that was now looming above him rather than laying supine. He tried not to think of how easily he could pick him up and how powerless he’d be against it-

snap

snap

snap-snap-snap

Lassiter pushed out the invasive thoughts, instead focusing on cutting the last remaining chunk wrapped around the caudal fin.

Once the final thread had been cut away, he quickly backed off, giving the merman some space.

He tried not to stare as he stretched all his limbs, pops and cracks echoing over the sandy dunes of the beach. He seemed so much bigger sitting up.

Lassiter then watched, dumbfounded as skin and scales alike began flaking off, blowing away in the wind. Fins and tail crumbled and dissolved, peeling back to reveal human legs. The merman shrank down and down, to a more respectable stature, albeit a bit shorter than the detective’s own height.

Oh, and also naked. Very much naked.

Lassiter was really trying not to stare now. He hadn’t looked up fast enough, however. A smarmy look on the merman was starting to form. He could practically hear the ‘Like what you see?’ that was apparent in the merman’s facial expression.

It was obvious that Lassiter needed to find something to cover up the merman-turned-nude-human with. Not just to protect his dignity, but so Lassiter could actually look at him while also respecting his privacy.

Something in the back of his brain tickled a certain memory, one from not too long ago. A picture of a tarp laying dejected in the sand floated to the front of his mind. ‘Of course, he could just use that.’

“Okay, I’m gonna- uhm, grab a tarp I saw earlier. So you can… cover up… Just- just stay put, I’ll be right back.”

He let out a chuckle, and — very slowly and deliberately — said, “Not… not like I can… go anywhere.”

Oh sweet lady justice was his voice hot. It was still a bit scratchy like earlier, but that didn’t matter. The sound reminded him of the waves crashing against the rocky shore.

He shook his head, and, turning on his foot, trekked through the sand to where he had seen the hole ridden tarp that’d originally caused him to find the merman in the first place.

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[kittydoremi]

Bio for Sonic for my Sonic and The Sol Flower fanfic/au! Also gave him a slight redesign!