#gets his hands dirty working on it

[ninyard]

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one time andrew is having some problem with his car and mentions it to neil in front of matt and matt knows literally anything and everything to do with cars so he offers to take a look. he ends up knowing exactly what the problem is and how to fix it, so him and andrew spend a couple days over the course of a week doing different things for the car; going to a mechanic to order in parts, matt checks the whole thing over in case anything else needs a service, and then matt talks andrew through what exactly he’s doing to fix the problem. andrew’s loves cars but is less knowledgeable about the mechanics side of things, but he hangs on to every word that leaves matt’s mouth, in case it’s information he’ll need to use again. matt shows him how to do something and then gets him to try it. they fix it pretty quickly, and andrew thanks him by throwing him the keys for a couple hours afterwards and tells him it’ll never happen again. (he’s not entirely serious, but he does spend those few hours anxiously waiting for matt to come back)

[pricetagged]

the hand that feeds

For someone married to his job, he has put quite a bit of thought into what he is looking for in a wife. Namely, that she's already married.

Ficlet/ Drabble series. Obsessive/possesive John manipulates and sabotages your marriage so that he can steal you for himself 💖🖤

Content: MDNI, dark, stalking, voyeurism, manipulation

Updates random as I have time.

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thanks to the amazing @/bi-writes for the title. I had so many good suggestions ('something borrowed' came a close second btw) but this one won out in the end.

[snakeunderyourboot]

forever is going to be obsess with john's interest for detective work

like in the first season, during the first episodes, when Arthur is a little bit more himself and starts deducing everything, making logical connections, and being all detective, while John is looking at it, thinking "wow. this guy really knows his stuff". And the way Arthur talks about how he connected the events and stuff pulls John a little too. I personally hc that this was one of the first pushes for John to become his own

Then in the second season, when Arthur still relies on logic and his deduction to try and survive and John is furious because it won't work in Dreamlands. It is pointless, it is stupid and they should stop it. But what if wants to do it, what if he wants to keep analyzing stuff like Arthur, and try to find connections, but they can't because they are in danger and it is far more important for them to stay alive than solve a mystery.

And then season 3 happens, which leaves both Arthur and John so so tired and exhausted. Both mentally and physically.

And then season 4 comes with a new mystery to solve, new suspects, new evidence, and new witnesses. "There was a brief moment, where the prospect of your occupation seemed quite exciting". He is so excited to be back in the field with Arthur, now more experienced and he wants to solve this together with him. But his memory suddenly is failing him, Arthur finds new people to help him solve the case and John is so so alone. What was supposed to be their thing, is now not

And now they are in England but so so far from what John wanted....It is basically Dreamlands again, where logic and deduction won't work

All I want for malevolent finale is john being able to be a proper detective. I think he would like that

[nekrosmos]

Went on a walk under the rain and now I'm drenched to the bone. Which is giving me NikPrice ideas .............

[spiralmode]

wait im rewatching saw 2004 and as a germaphobe one of the cruelest things i had to watch adam endure was dig around in that toilet ("find anything?" "no solids!" 🤢) anyway so he had just taken out the play me tape out of a ziploc bag and that stuck with me because I was like okay that's something he could use idk for what but for something, and so then that toilet scene happens and im like yelling at my screen adam!!! no!!!!!!!!! use the ziploc bag as a glove ahhhhhhh !! but he just went right in there with only one small moment of hesitation

[ofallthingsnasty]

been thinkin about mouth inspections at the dentist (with our faves). Isn’t there a way to tell if you’ve given bjs before? Like there’s an indent in the roof of your mouth or something? Since you have experience in dentistry, i thought I might ask💀

Perhaps dentist fave pokes around in your mouth and finds that spot, asking all sorts of gross questions, who’ve you done it with? how many have you given? and then forces you on your knees, explaining the whole time what he’s doing to that spot in your mouth as he brutalizes your throat. Law or Doffy would be the worst for it. Doffy wouldn’t be able to control himself and Law would be so calm and collected, it would be scary

Yes, but only hard and recent blowjobs - there can be petechiae on your palate!! (Think tiny red spots) We don't care, though ajsjjksk and as always THIS IS FICTIONAL OFC I DON'T ENDORSE THIS AJSKKS

The mental image of 'big dick Doflamingo's everything but mostly expensive implants mill'-dental office is sending me. Baby 5 not-so-subtly chewing gum behind her mask while she makes you wait in the chair. Him coming in half an hour late (you've been nervous and sweating the whole damn time and the radio is blasting nothing but shitty early 2010s pop which doesn't help), clearly fresh from some break and not a difficult procedure, showing you just how much he doesn't care about you. He fucking reeks of cologne. Light pink scrubs that fit him so well it's not even funny. Has a weirdly delicate gold chain around his neck that really emphasizes the way his pecs puff up before connecting with his collarbone. It kind of makes you want to fall into his... well, his cleavage. (Because of course he chooses scrubs with a rather unorthodox neckline - who's going to tell him off? He's the boss. Sometimes he comes in wearing polo shirts in that same pink tone and they're always, always a little too tight.)

He throws himself into his little chair so hard it skids right up to you and he just smiles as a greeting, porcelain-white veneers blinding you for a moment, before he puts his mask up (also pink, it's a whole fucking theme here). It's all pretty standard, Baby 5's clearly fake nails clicker-clacker away at the keyboard while he lists off your dental status - until he gets to the soft tissue, especially your palate.

tw. crack treated seriously + noncon = the combo from hell, medical malpractice, Law is in here too, as a separate listing (same tags for him + hypnosis), minors dni, don't take this too seriously i had too much fun writing this it's so silly, dental hypno doesn't work like this don't worry lol

Well, that's certainly an eyebrow raiser. Looks like little old unassuming you has a bit of a wild side. He can tell you know your stuff by how big and angry-red the bruise on your mucosa is. You've been a patient of his for a long time now - and other that the fact that you pretty much look like you're about to faint every time your ass touches the chair, you've been rather forgettable (but cute, he has to admit). He can tell you don't like the way he fingers around your mouth one bit - and that you're waiting for his final evaluation, taut like a bowstring. You're probably pissing your pants at the thought of getting some major work done. He knows your type and nudges his fingers just a little farther down your throat, to your uvula, just to see how trained your gag reflex is (and to keep you anxious for just a few seconds longer, it's just too precious).

You don't even blink. Others would have coughed up their breakfast by now but you're sitting there, eyes teary and face worried. Would you look at that. It's good he's wearing his mask or else you'd be able to see that he's poking out his tongue because he's smiling so hard - you're suddenly in his top ten patients, right next to all the big bucks and two or three genuinely interesting cases. And oh, he's getting ideas with the way you fidget under his gaze. You wouldn't tattle. You wouldn't even fight back. My, you're perfect for a little lunch time fun.

Baby 5 is out of the room with a single gesture, closes the door behind her with a distinctive click. She won't bother him either, she'll just go hide in the break room and text her newest boyfriend until someone scrapes her out of there again. And you? You're already anxiously waiting for his diagnosis, fearing the worst. Oh, he'll give you the worst. It's delicious to see your face go from nervous to absolutely crestfallen as he spins some tall tale about how need to get big work done on two molars, how bad it already is and how you probably should opt for implants (his specialty, after all. And so expensive he just knows you'll do just about anything to save a little money.) Of course, you trust him. And of course, you agree for him to go with the 'best' (and coincidentally most expensive) option, even when you're clearly fighting back tears at the price. He tells you to lay back, brings the chair to the highest, horizontal position and overstretches the neck so that your mouth is in a perfect line with your throat. It's unpleasant how the blood from the rest of your body is cut off from your head in this position, how the whole room is suddenly overhead and that damn light is shining straight into your eyes. It's supposed to give him a better look at your upper teeth - but when you open your eyes to his fucking dick of all things and him telling you that you want that treatment cheap, don't you?, you learn that not everyone has your best interest in mind. (Sadly, you don't even get to answer because he just shoves himself into you and fucks the protest right out of your oesophagus.) When he's done with you, your whole face is full of spit and mucus and you probably lost consciousness at least once - turns out not enough perfusion for your brain coupled with extreme anxiety and someone gripping your throat to fuck it better isn't exactly the healthiest thing in the world.

Honestly, you'll try so hard not to go back after that experience, you really do. Problem is, you gave them your mobile number when you first signed over your data - and just two days later you'll get a barrage of texts in finest text speak anno 2004, with a million of 😜🤞😂🦩 emojis asking you about the state of your throat and if you still want that follow-up. Cheapest set of dental implants you'll ever get, honestly. You only have to sell him your dignity.

Law on the other hand... All prim and proper in starched white, medical professional through and through, yet so gentle - has a whole concept around dental phobic patients, with warm and welcoming treatment rooms, gentle music, offers laughing gas, hypnosis and even general anesthesia if the fear is especially bad. Always professional and never condescending or infanitilizing (like some can be when it comes to phobic patients). He's a dentist, a doctor, the authority in this place but he guides with a gentle hand - and people adore him.

You've been his patient for a while now - and he can't lie, he really likes you. You've been a dream to work with despite your anxiety; have endured every session bravely, you hang onto every word he says with big, wet eyes. He makes a suggestion - you take it. No matter the cost, the time, how outlandish the approach might be, you're always willing, nod your head yes and try to tough it out. You're somewhat soggy, almost whiny but that's okay. It's kind of cute, really. So when he sees those telltale red spots on your palate, he's a little surprised... You come across as so meek while on the chair, it's hard to picture you as anything else outside of it. But clearly, you're either an extremely attentive lover or you're wilder than he thought. Honestly, he's almost pouting over this revelation. Who are you fucking? Even if the sentiment is inappropriate, it should be him - at least that's what his little crush on you whispers to him deep, deep down. He mills over it a little too long, long enough for you to try to speak around his fingers in your mouth - there you go again, asking him (and so politely, too) if there is something, anything? And to his shame, all he can think about is if this is how your tongue feels like when you're using it. The way you slur against his hand, that warm and entirely too inviting mouth so close yet so far - it's giving him some shameful, shameful ideas. What harm is in a little test drive - especially when you've been proven to respond well to hypnosis. He has just enough time to rope you into a little session, as well. So he pulls a face behind the mask and explains that yes, actually, you have a little cavity - a teeny tiny thing that could be filled so easily right now, if you have the time for it. The way you immediately tense up underneath him isn't lost to him. God, you hate surprises, he knows that, and he's being so, so selfish - but it's too late to take back his words now.

He can practically watch the thoughts form in your brain, can see how you valiantly try to fight down the panic over a surprise dental procedure. But, as always, you swallow the lie hook, line and sinker. And when you ask him if he can use hypnosis on you again, he knows he's won this round. It's not ideal - you're already upset over this whole situation and to get you into that relaxed state is going to be a lot of work, but he knows you well enough by now. A sentence here, a soothing word there, gentle encouragement wrapped around it all like a bow - the moment you've let go, he can simply pull his pants down and force himself into your mouth, that's how far away you'll be. Of course, you aren't as active as he wants you to be, but the thrill and novelty of the situation is more than enough for him. The thought of marking you like this, to cum right down you throat without you or the ominous other person fucking you knowing, is more arousing than he'd like to admit. Maybe he has to stroke himself to completion (because your slack lips around him are far from enough) but his orgasm builds up quickly and hits him hard. He can already feel that pesky sense of guilt nagging away at him the moment he collects his breath - but he cleans you up and fixes your rumpled clothes and shoves all those bad feelings into some far away corner of his mind.

Your numb jaw is easily explained away, as is that horrible taste in your mouth - and he did give you a filling, after all, so hey, the lie isn't that bad, right?

(Law totally did his junior time at Doffy's terrible implant money grub mill and then vowed to himself that he'll never ever ever become like that. Well, that kinda sorta didn't work out, huh?)

[forget-me-ghost]

Do you guys ever think that Alastor was beefing with Lucifer wasn't only bcs he was intimidated by him, but also out of fear of being replaced?

He did get really defensive about parts of the Hotel that Lucifer didn't like, because he made those parts. The bar? He brought it there. Even in the song he was trying to prove to Charlie that he is useful, that he did so much already and is still helping with the Hotel.

Tbh, it's very reasonable for Al to be mad at this. Like, what do you mean I've been here since day one and this deadbeat father will take my place? Even if Alastor is there only bcs of the deal he made, he still did a lot of things while Luci hid in his palace on the end of Hell (or wherever).

Personally, I think about it a lot.

[wardensantoineandevka]

I feel like it says a lot about the relationships between the major institutions of the Trust and the Consectorship's place in it that Spahr's role, the role of any Prime Consector, can be summarized as: show pony, attack dog, scapegoat.

[lost-in-beacon-hills]

I'll never run out of things to praise Suzanne Collins for. Her writing is incredibly thoughtful. Even the way she writes Snow and Katniss is interesting.

First up, we have Katniss, who comes from the seam. A dirty, starving place that is covered in coal dust. You'd expect our hero to embody light and clean and all things good, no? Well, wrong. She's the opposite. She's dark skinned, dark-haired, and not pretty. (Jennifer Lawrence did a great job, but book Katniss wasn't written pretty.) She's covered in grime and dirt and thrives in it. Like a plant in soil, she grows stronger from it. She's exactly like her name implies. A live saver ready to be picked when the time is right. Not to mention, she single handedly keeps people fed much like her plant counterpart.

And now we have Snow. Mr. "pure as the driven snow." (Snow is rarely clean. It lays on top of the dirt and within a few days that Snow turns to slush. Which makes that line so much funnier to me.) The pretty boy. The white-haired, gentle looking old man. The man that can put anyone to ease with just a smile. A man who chooses to dress his "peacekeepers" in white. He embodies light. And yet he's a bubbling and festering mix of immorality. He's well mannered and outwardly kind. The very thing you would expect of a hero. And yet he's the most brutal and hated man in Panem.

I love the way the traditional light/dark motif is flipped. It really drives home that Snow is perceived to be a savior and that people in power look like heros until you see the shit they've done.

[jaybirdsandbabybats]

// tw blood //

yeah teachers satosugu is fun but how bout cult leaders satosugu

[arolesbianism]

Hello miss Marker Bills can I help you…?

[talentforlying]

one of these days i'm going to write up all that i've changed from azzarello's bullshit era and the one (1) piece i've kept from milligan (and also changed) and the only thing currently stopping me is that it is going to be so, so inside-baseball incomprehensible. and i almost never want to go reading/screencapping azzarello and milligan to add references but i Want to add references.

canon is goop, just know that we continue to ride the bus down "hellblazer ended at #250 and looks like swiss cheese before that" street.

[gojowh0rcs]

i love the headcanons that are like “male so and so is v drunk and wants to fuck like rabbits and is gonna make u bust 5 times in a night” but its like do yall know abt whiskey dick??? where are THOSE headcanons??? do you know how disappointing a drunken sex night can really be??? its not that amazing i promise u 

[tytonnidaie]

unfortunately i do lull myself to sleep at night with AU thoughts where vash and knives are murder siblings. vash obviously has a moment where he realises other people have feelings and abandons this way of thinking. until somebody other than him hurts his brother. then its ok

[miisfits-toys]

Theoretically, the prideful and ambitious figure should be the easiest target for her "devil's bargain, appeal to ego" tactics.

Well...

[meatriarch]

i do feel like out of most of the family, hands & nancy rather surprisingly get along pretty well and alot of that simply has to do with hands & his brutality with shit. its something nancy appreciates - its something he does that the rest of the family really doesnt-

hes able to blend in. hes able to go out and about.

you can even argue, being a drag racer etc, hands is a household name in certain areas... hes likely fairly well known in some parts to certain crowds. and yet? hes able to hide in plain sight. hes able to go around bar-hopping and causing trouble and literally killing and dismembering people basically and he's yet to be caught, yet to be stopped.

its very interesting.