#harley diver

[fancypantsrecords]

Various Artists - Dreamseeker | TAS Records | 2022 | Clear | /200

J-core arrangements of music from Chrono Trigger

[medusa-rpg]

✨ joker: folie à deux ✨

[hannahhook7744]

The Storm Bringer (Information and History)

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:

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LOCATION:

Dock of Arendelle (sometimes after d3),

Dock of Auardon (sometimes after d3),

Dock of Corona (sometimes after d3),

Dock of Neverland (sometimes after d3),

Dock of the Isle of the Lost (d1-d3).

OWNER(S):

Blackbeard (Captain)(Previously),

Hannah Hook (Captain)(Current),

René Montaudoin (Captain)(Previously).

WORKERS:

Aaron Bog (The Treasuer),

Abi Hun (Crewmate)(Former),

Alex Aoratos-Sinclair (Helmsman),

Amira Bint Aladdin Bin Cassim Al Hamed of Agrabah (Translator)(Future),

Anna Bog (The Lawyer),

Artemis Foundling (Junior),

Atlas Foundling (Junior)(Future),

Atticus Hook (Babysitter Crewmate)(Former),

Beau Foundling (Junior),

Clarice Foundling (Junior)(Future),

Craven Bog (Junior)(Future),

Credence Foundling (Junior),

D.E Anonymous (Anonymous Helper),

Darcy Aoratos (The Medic),

Darius Foundling (Junior),

Darren Foundling (Junior)(Future),

Derrick Red (Crewmate)(Former),

Eduardo Frollo (The Cooper),

Elara Foundling (Junior),

Evelyn de la Cruz (The Prison Guard),

Fiona Foundling (The Look Out),

Francesca Delgado (The Boatswain),

Genesis Flores (The Navigator),

Greyson Hook (Crewmate)(Former),

Gunner Harp (Back up Medic),

Harley Foundling (Junior),

Haul Bjorgman (The Deckhand and Translator)(Future),

Herlando Dancer (Back up Medic),

Hope Sid (The Entertainment and h.r. Representative),

Howiee Wolf (Guard),

Ian Hook (Crewmate)(Former),

Ike Bog (Junior)(Future),

Issac Cipher (Front Desk Attendant),

Isaac Olympian (Crewmate)(Former),

Isaac of Maldonia (Crewmate)(Former),

James Rourke (The Rigger),

Joey Starlights (Crewmate)(Former),

John Facilier (The Gunner),

Jolene Bog (Junior)(Future),

Josh de la Cruz (The Sailmaker),

Joy Foxworth (The Back Up, Back up Kid Wrangler)(Future),

Kailani ‘Clever’ Athanasiou (Storm Manager),

Lance Foundling (Junior)(Future),

Levi Giant (Junior),

Liberty Titan (The Backup Carpenter),

Luke Tremaine-Westergaard (1st Mate),

Luís Barbosa (The Carpenter),

Lysander Foundling (Junior),

Marcys Foundling (Junior),

Marinette Foundling (Junior),

Misty Del Rey-Silver (The Diver),

Morgan Hook (Crewmate)(Former),

Moxie Frankenstein-Van Helsing (Guard),

Nadia Foundling (Junior),

Nevin Hook (Crewmate)(Former),

Noah Aoratos (The Cabin Boy),

Noor Foundling (Junior),

Parker McLeach (The Powder Monkey),

Peachy Gothel (3rd Mate),

Prometheus Foundling (Junior)(Future),

Remi de Vil (4th Mate),

Rian Frankenstein-Van Helsing (The Trainer), 

River Le Beak (Crewmate),

Shan Bri (The Back up Kid Wrangler),

Shania Silver (The Kid Wrangler)(Former),

Shaun Fagin (Crewmate)(Former),

Skelebar Foundling (Junior)(Future),

Skia Aoratos (2nd Mate),

T.K Sykes (Crewmate)(Former),

Terrance Foundling (Junior),

Tiger Khan (Translator),

Tim Foundling (Junior)(Future),

Toby Foundling (Junior)(Future),

Tommy Wonderful (Junior),

Treycor Fae-Aoratos (The Quartermaster),

Tyson Foundling (Junior),

Willow Hawthorne (Junior).

VISITORS:

Captain Hook,

Ginny Gothel,

Hadie,

Harry Hook,

Mal,

Maleficent’s Goons,

Mama Hook,

The Gothel Twins,

The Smee Twins,

Zarina,

Etc. 

FINAL STATE:

Intact.

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"Creatures of the Night, Prepare to fight!"

THE CREW'S BATTLE CRY.

The Storm Bringer is the name of a pirate ship that Hannah Hook and her crew own.

It served as headquarters for the pirate crew and can be seen throughout the series 'The Marvelous Misadventures of Hannah Hook and Co.'

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Description:

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The Storm Bringer is an old pirate ship that Hannah Hook won and fixed up for her crew. Repurposing it as a safe house/boat/home for her crew and replacing the sails with three homemade sails that have a matching flag up on the crowsnest, a single red flag, and two additional crimson red flags.

Its walls are covered in artwork that she and her crew made as well as random treasures they have picked up over the years. 

The wood is mainly brown with hints of red in some places and it has many rooms that the crew share (some of these ‘rooms’ are just areas with curtains hanging up to separate them. 

It is one of the few ships on the isle that is almost fully intact and the shape its in has been described as ‘remarkable’ by the few older pirates that have stepped abroad since the ship came into Hannah Hook’s possession. 

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History:

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Hannah Hook acquired the Storm Bringer from it's pervious owner, Blackbeard, in a poker game that she bested him at when she was 6.

In that game, she not only gained a ship but two new enemies (Blackbeard and his son, Barnaby) and the respect of the elder pirates on the isle.

Her first three crew members were Luke Tremaine-Westergaard and Skia Aoratos (her 1st and 2nd mate respectively) and River Le Beak (who decided to just be a crewmate) who helped her build her crew and repair the ship.

They ended up renaming the ship 'The Storm Bringer' and replacing it's old sails with ones they made themselves before tossing the ones in the storage closet.

And over the years, Hannah and her crew ended up redecorating the ship to make it feel more like home. Using art pieces they each made, rewards they'd received, and random treasures they had found to do so.

They even added on to the ship, making more rooms and making it look more intimidating and wild in the process.

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Gallery:

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(Old Design):

(New Design):

(Edit):

(Storm Bringer Contract):

(Storm Bringer Crew Tattoo):

(Crew Tryouts Poster):

[heartxshaped-bruises]

CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE !!

TAGGED BY: snatched from @handfulxfhearts ;) TAGGING: @x-brokencrowns @ask-thedepressedkidatthetable @brokenblondeprincess @fantasycorrupted @wynterlanding @lxvefrxmthextherside @itsalltoobeautiful @lilxmcrtes @radicalrascals @feretra @myriadxofxmuses

                                             ✧･ﾟ   𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄.

► 𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐍

★  ⸻   GENERAL

Name: Raffael Dolan Alias(es): ---- Gender: male Age: 29-34 Birthday: May 29th Place of Birth: Peltona, Oregon (Fictional Smalltown) Spoken Language(s): English, Spanish Sexual Preference: Heterosexual Occupation(s): Car Mechanic // Former Soldier

★  ⸻   APPEARANCE

Eye Colour: Brown Hair Colour: Dark Brown Height: 1,86 m Major Scars: The entire left half of his face is covered in burn and cut marks; left ear missing; cigarette burns on his arms

★  ⸻   FAVORITE

Colour: Dark Teal Song: Holy Diver by Dio Food: Chicken and Waffles Drink: Dr. Pepper

★  ⸻   HAVE THEY...

Passed University: ---- Had Sex: Yes Had Sex in Public: No Gotten Pregnant/Someone Else Pregnant: Thread-Dependent Kissed a Boy: No Kissed a Girl: Yes Gotten Tattoos: Yes. On his left shoulder blade, but I haven't figured out what it is yet Gotten Piercings: Yes; his right ear has 2 rings and a stud Been in Love: Yes Stayed up for More than 24 Hours: Yes

★  ⸻   ARE THEY...

A Virgin: No A Cuddler: Yes No A Kisser: Yes - he used to be before his accident, now he's insecure bc of his face Scared Easily: No - unless it's loud noises Jealous Easily: Yes  Trustworthy: Usually yes, but it's also depending on the person involved Dominant: Yes Submissive: No In Love: No Single: Yes

★  ⸻   RANDOM QUESTIONS

TW for self-harm/suicide mention.

Have They Harmed Themselves: Yes Thought of Suicide: Yes Attempted Suicide: No Wanted to Kill Someone: Yes Have/Had a Job: Yes Have Any Fears: Yes - very loud noises

★  ⸻   FAMILY

Sibling(s): Rachel Dolan & Marky Dolan Parent(s): Rick & Sarah Elizabeth Dolan; both alive Children: No but he always wanted some Significant Other: ---- Pet(s): An Otterhound named Harley

[crossover-enthusiast]

Mr. Freeze's outfit looks like an old diver's suit and there's always stem coming off of it and there's frost in the little window

Yesssssss

Sometimes Joker or Harley draw shapes in the frost for fun/to mess with him

[uniquetyphoonmiracle]

Llegue a casa escuchando la apocaliptica ME QUEDO AQUI de cd AHI VAMOS de CERATI de la que había un grafiti junto a mi Aparta_hotel en SALTA [ARGENTINA] en el que me fotografie..lo que más escuche fue el grandes exitos de Argentino Miguel MATE+ATEOS [al que vi hace un mes aparcando la HARLEY en Calle DONOSO CORTES =Juan Francisco María de la Salud Donoso Cortés y Fernández Canedo,..que profetizo el PARLAMENTARISMO como la Caída de ESPAÑA y con ella de EUROPA..por lo que aparque junto a un Peugeot 205 con lema CONTIGO AL FIN DEL MUNDO con matricula Z_xxxx_AS=ZAS grupo de MIGUEL MATe+ATEOS con el que fue telonero de QUEEN en el Estadio de VELEZ o el FORTIN=apellido madre de MADONNA q visite por 1era vez entrenando de noche por Avda JUAN BAUTISTA JUSTO el día que se mató KOBE BRYANT en las VIRGENES_CALABASAS y volviendo bajo un SOL DE JUSTICIA en marzo 2023]..la única mujer que escuche fue LAURA GULDEMOND o BURNING BITCHES con su versión en Festival LEYENDAS DEL ROCK de VILLENA'19 de HOLY DIVER de DIO autor del cd SACRED HEART].

La última foto que hice fue a una botella de cerveza VICTORIA [Que debe su nombre a que se fundó día de la VIRGEN DE MALAGA] y por cierto..me sonaba BESO FRANCES de MIGUEL MATe+ATEOS cuando fotografie el grafiti de una FELACION o un FRANCES al final o inicio de un TUNEL ..un lugar ideal para tener sexo libre y gratis o por AMOR de DIOS a falta de templos de Amor de DIOS O HERMANAS HOSPITALARIAS JUDIAS O ARIAS jaja..pues para que te hagan una MAMADA te vale MEJOR hasta una DESDENTADA jaja

Por cierto..muy bien van las zapatillas de MTB por 13€ más 14€ de envío desde CHINA..son imitación de SHIMANO marca de las que he encargado otras a ALEMANIA pero son más de MOTO por 69€

Dura es la vida

Grande es el dolor

Para aquel que nunca probó el gusto del amor

Dile que la amas

Díselo otra vez

Cierra cada día con

Un beso francés

Un beso francés

Hacer el amor

Es deshacer la luz

Rehacer la historia

Abandonar la cruz

Morder el deseo

Quitarse el disfraz

Rasparse los dedos

Dejando el alma en paz

Dejando el alma en paz

Beso francés, beso francés

Baba del cielo en la piel

Te seguiré, estés donde estés

Va mi recuerdo y mi beso francés

No preguntes nada

Déjate llevar

Luna enamorada

La que me enseñó a besar

¿Dónde estarás?

Quien beberá los jugos de tu corazón

Te seguiré, estés donde estés

Con mi recuerdo y mi beso francés

Furiosa mañana

Porque hay que pagar

Cara la alegría

Y barato el murmurar, oh no

Cada sueño, cada sueño

En mi memoria

Es como una película fatal

Dame tiempo, dame tiempo

Dame la gloria

De cambiar las cosas que andan mal

[animentality]

She's smarter than him, because she's an omnipotent, immortal being who's lived an infinite amount of multiverse lives, which she can access at will, at any time. She has been everything from a scuba diver to a painter to a yoga instructor, but she is also a marine and a paratrooper and a doctor and a detective. She's been in the navy and the air force. She's qualified for the Olympics and is a master of at least karate. Probably more martial arts since she's been in multiple branches of the military.

Plus that's not even counting the fact that she also has fairy powers, multiple forms of princess magic, and access to star trek technology.

And then we get into super hero powers, because if we assume that this Barbie has access to all of her powers, equipment, and memory, then Barbie has had crossovers with DC and marvel.

She's been supergirl, Batgirl, Harley Quinn, Elektra, and wonder woman, and I know at least wonder woman can kick batman's ass, with or without Barbie's infinite composite knowledge.

She's also been Jean Grey/Dark Phoenix, which means she has access to the Phoenix Force, and I think she honestly could've beaten Thanos. Alone.

And she could've used his gauntlet without dying.

So we have a Barbie that knows everything, having lived millions of multiverse lives and knowing about every single one.

She's been an expert in subjects that Batman probably hasn't ever touched or even considered.

She trumps him in intelligence. Then if we allow her access to her powers as a super hero, then she has more than enough fire power to fight him, toe to toe, and then some.

I know he's fought more powerful people than him, but I'm not sure if he's ever fought someone as overpowered as Barbie.

But I also think Barbie would win because she's got no psychological weaknesses.

She's smarter, she's wiser, she's been a therapist for a plethora of characters. She knows when to fight and when to quit. She's been just about every form of athlete too, so she has stamina and endurance and knows how to pace herself. She helps people without force, but could absolutely use it if she needed to. She's been an astrophysicist and an engineer and just about every form of doctor.

So she's pretty much got him totaled in terms of stats.

I think the people know this.

I think the people understand that Barbie's powers are almost incomprehensible to the average mortal man.

And batman's great and all, but he could not defeat Barbara Millicent Roberts. He'd put up a good fight, but she's too strong.

[mikesfamous]

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[drysuitdivingdrone1950]

Diapered Drysuit Diving Drone

Opening my new account after old one was shut down without any reason given. 

Still a bABy trying to figure out what to be if I ever grow up.  

Went thru life doing all the stuff I was expected to do.  Served in the USAF.  Went to college and became an RN.  Got married to a wonderful woman.  Had a family.  Took care of wife when she became ill.

She passed away and the tears started to flow.  It felt like the tears would never end.  Then one day after visiting site where we sprinkled her ashes, I had to pull off the highway because of all the tears.  A voice in my head said to me, “YOU HAVE TO DRY YOUR EYES BEFORE YOU CAN SEE THE ROAD THAT LAYS AHEAD OF YOU!” 

Then one day my grandson yelled out to me, “THERE IS THE HARLEY DEALER!  YOU CAN GO NOW!!”  In my younger years I had always enjoyed riding motorcycles.  My uncle RED got me started by loaning me his bike.  While in the Air Force I got a Suzuki.  Later I got a Honda 750.  

Shortly after I got married and had a son, I had to sell my cycle to afford a big move out west.  Since then, their was always an excuse why I could not have a bike again.  “cost to much”, or “you have family to raise.” were some of the excused given.  Soon it got to be understood by all that my marriage vows included forsaking all others including HARLEY DAVIDSON.  

 Also, before I was married, I was a SCUBA diver.  The SCUBA GEAR was also part of the toys that I had to give up, to go on with life.  

For some reason the RUBBER VIKING DRY SUIT caught my eye.  I could not resist the temptation.  I had to get one.  At first I expected to just use it to snorkle and swim in the local fridget lake.  But eventually I met up with some divers who managed to twist my arm into getting my certification again.  Truth be told I actually gave them my arm to be twisted.

As time passed by, it seemed like the rubber suit had more and more power over me.  Sure it just laid there innocently on the floor.  But in my head it was saying “IN YA GO!”  

Soon, I would be swallowed whole just like a snake eats its prey.  

Each time my head passed thru the birth cannel (also called a neck gasket) it felt like I was being born again.  I heard from others who spent their entire lives as drysuit diving drones.  I now envied them and hoped soon I would become a DIAPERED DRYSUIT DIVING DRONE.

I heard about CHRIST OF THE ABYSS

I JUST HAD TO GO AND SEE IT FOR MYSELF! 

I began to write about my journey.  Soon I hope to publish a third book about it. ‘LIVING THE DREAM!”  

[blackberry-lulu]

(am I allowed to join in?) I've had ommetaphobia when watching movies since I went to see The Suicide Squad and witnessed Harley fcking plunge like a swan diver into the alien's eye.

wait eyeballs are empty inside...????

[diaperdrysuitdrone1950]

HANGING WITH CHARLIE’S ANGELS

“Tell me what you know about Oliver!” the detective started the conversation with a leading opening question.

I replied, “I first met the guy in college.  He was a SCUBA diver and that got me interested in him. When he heard that I jumped out of airplanes when I was in the service, he became fascinated with me.  As soon as we saved up enough, I hooked up with him and took him on his first tandem jump. Might say that since then we been fastened at the hips.”  

“So. what happened on Saturday?”  The detective became a little more focused.

“I don’t know for sure.  I replied with tears now forming, “I just woke up on Sunday and there was a text message from him saying ‘Help me NOW!”

“Back up a bit.” The detective interrupted, “What were you doing on Saturday?”

“I was with Oliver in the afternoon and we were skydiving. He got his level ‘A’ and I took him out to dinner to celebrate.  At dinner he said something about how important it was that he accomplished his ‘A’ today.  He offered but I insisted on paying the bill.  He seemed a little rushed and indicated he had other plans for the evening that he could not miss out on. We finished up dinner about 7 and I went to ride my Harley until the sunset.”

“Where were you after that?”  He queried.

“When I got done riding, I stopped at the pub for one drink then got gas for the Harley and went home to bed for the night.”  

“What time was it when you went to bed?”  he snapped.

“It had to be 10:30 maybe closer to 11.” I began to feel like he was building a case against me.  

“So I can sleep thru the night, I turn my phone off and put it in the charger.”

“Your phone was off overnight?”  he asked to affirm.

“Yes!”  I continued, “I got up about 8 and found the message ‘Help me, NOW!’ when I turned the phone back on.”

“Then what did you do?”  He inquired.

“I tried to call and text Oliver, but I got no reply.” I continued, “It seemed out of character for him to text me like that. Also, he always picked up when I called him, so I became concerned.  I quickly got dressed and hopped on my Harley to get to his place.”

“How long did it take you to get there?”  The detective asked.

“Sunday traffic was light and I made it to his place in about 15 minutes.”  I wiped another tear from my eye.  “When I got there his door was closed.  I knock hard and when I got no reply, I checked the knob.  Fortunately, he did not lock the door.  I yelled in calling out his name and asking if he was ok. When I got no reply, I walked in looking for him.  When I first saw him slumped over at the desk with a bag on his head I yelled out ‘OH FUCK! He did it’.  

I paused briefly for some more tears, “I ripped that fuck’en bag open and tried to resuscitate him.  I called 911 to get some help right away.  I checked for a pulse on his neck and there was none.  I started compressions and kept it up until the EMT’s arrived.”

“As you know, there was a recording device in the room. So far, your story matches what we have seen on the tape.  Let’s back it up a bit.  After you got home did you use any device to make remote contact with Oliver on Saturday night?”  He asked

“No, I was totally wiped out and ready for bed!”  I stated. “You can check all my electronic gear if you want!”

“We will have to do that!  Well, you may know this by know.” He indicated, “You are a person of interest in this case but so far we have nothing to indicate wrong doing on your part.”

Then he continued on a different line, “Recently, I have heard about guys bagging.  Did you know Oliver was into breath control?”

“When we were in college, Oliver insisted that I try bagging.”  I continued, “I must admit that it was one hell of a rush.  We also played around with the noose.  I seemed to get more into that.  But we were just gamers.  It wasn’t anything I really wanted to pursue. But Oliver confided that he could not let it go.  I felt I had to distance myself for my own safety.  I regret it now and wish I could have been there to save him.”

“Well, I think your feelings for Oliver are genuine. Being there may not have made any difference.  I think it is something your buddy really wanted.   I doubt that you did anything to harm your buddy.  But now, Daniel, I am very concerned about you!” He stated emphatically, “What do you need to do now to keep yourself safe?”  

“I understand the risk I am at now.”  I reassured him, “I think I will be ok.”

“Ok, I will let you go now.”  The detective concluded the interview. “We will finish up this case and I will let you know our findings.”

I discovered that Oliver had kept a record of what was happening as well as making the recording of the entire night.  Depending on your perspective, a video of his tragic end or the video of his successful completion of his life.

When the investigation was concluded, I received all of the computers and information that had been in Oliver’s place. I could not help but go over and over it all again and again.  I was glad that Oliver had shared this part of his life with me so I could experience it for myself.  I had a greater understand of who he was and what this meant to him. That information helped me comfort others who also miss him as much as I do.  

I am also upset that Oliver talked me into a bite of the forbidden fruit.  It is just like eating a potato chip.  One is never enough!  Yet one can be way too many.  

I can still vividly recall my first-time trying B C with Oliver.  He pushed it to the point where I lost control.  I had an awesome orgasm right before I soiled and pissed my pants.  My first thought was ‘WOW! What a fuck’en rush!’ Needless to say, I was hopelessly hooked on B C from that point on.  While I regrated doing it each time, I looked forward to my next ‘fix’ within a day of the last one.  Sometimes several times in one day.

One day, I was filling up the Harley when an angel dropped by and started filling his bike at the pump across from me.  The patches on the back of his vest clued me in that he indeed was an angel. Like a fly drawn to a light I was eager to get as close as possible to this angel.  

“Thanks for your service!” the angel spoke to me first as he spotted the VETERAN patch on my vest.  

Now I was all twitterpated.  

I opened my mouth hoping I would not make a fool of myself, “Would ya mind if I rode with you for a while? Ever since I mounted my first bike, I had a fantasy of riding with angels.”

“Oh, fuck yes you can ride with me!”  He responded, “I would consider it an honor to ride with a person who honorably served his country.”  

The guy looked like he may be about forty something.  

“Now, tan dress pants with leathers just doesn’t seem to fit my image of an angel?” I blurted out.

He burst into laughter.  “I just got off work and was in a rush to get on the road.”

He offered his hand to shake, “I am Charlie.  I am a doctor in my other life and I cannot get away with wearing the leathers there.  But I usually get them on as soon as I can.”

“Truth be told!”  I responded, “I had to get a Harley to have a good excuse for why I always liked to wear leather!”

He chuckled.  “You about ready to mount up?”  

“Let’s do it!”  I responded.

“You lead the way! I got your back this time!”  

I felt like I had a guardian angel as I rode down the highway. I headed toward the mountain.  There was a special place there I wanted to share with him.  When we arrived, I pulled in and parked.  The roar of the Harley’s went quiet. It was a peaceful sunny day.  

“This is the first time I am back here after we sprinkled the ashes of my best buddy.”  I explained as tears filled my eyes.

“Oh shit!”  The angel replied, “I hear ya!  I just lost one that was really tough to let go of as well!”

As we hiked along the trail, we each shared about our loss. At times it even felt like we were talking about the same or very similar person.   I was so enthralled with my angel that I ignore some alarms that were starting to go off in my head.  

“I want to spend the night with you!”  I just blurted it out.

Somewhat caught off guard, he responded. “Okay!” 

“I want to become your biker bitch!”  I clarified.   

We agreed upon a cabin at a nearby resort.  

As soon as the door was closed, he was grabbing my ass. This was as awesome as I had dreamt it would be. Somehow, he seemed to know my ass needed that kind of attention.

Later that night I had to confess, “The only thing better than tonight would be if I had a gang of angels banging my ass.”  

“I will have to fix that up for ya!”  My angel replied.

We embraced as we sucked face.  

We both had a week-end to spend with each other as well as with our Harleys.    

I suggested lunch at Irma’s, “You must have the bread pudding with Jack Daniels sauce!”  

“That sounds pretty awesome to me!”  My angel responded.

“After that we can go thru the sunlight basin and head over the Bear Tooth.” I suggested.

“I have heard it is pretty awesome!”  He indicated, “A little stop off at Cooke City along the way?”

“Of course!”  I chimed in.

During our ride we made a couple intimate stops where he did me over the back of my Harley.  Life could not get any better than this, I was thinking to myself.  I sensed that he was having similar feeling about me.  He seemed so mature.  Sensitive and caring.  Not the typical kind of guy you think of when you mention he is an angel.  Don’t get me wrong, he did have that ALPHA air about him. And I sucked it all in.  

The more time I spent with him, the more I wanted to spend time with him.

As we passed by a landing zone, I decided to drop in.  My angel indicated he had no interest in testing his wings, but ‘you go for it’ was his attitude.  

“I need the adrenalin rush!”  I indicated and he seemed to understand.

“Have you ever thought of becoming an angel?”  He asked before we mounted our bikes.

“I am not a gang type person.”  I shared, “I like the fellowship that angels and other gangs enjoy, but I could not learn to hate a different gang.  That is why I remain a lone wolf and show respect to any man with enough balls to let a Harley vibrate them.”

He laughed, “Good point!”

We headed toward home.  As we got close, we shared cell numbers and expressed desires to do this again soon.  

“In the meantime, let’s chat some more!”  Angel indicated, “I want to know all about you!”

As we parted ways I was looking forward to our next meeting. I wanted that just as much as I wanted my next B C session.  

“What are ya up to?”  My angel called the very next day

“I just started bagging!”  I blurted out. “I just got the bag over my head, when you called, but have not sealed it.”

“WTF! You didn’t tell me you were into that shit also!” Angel stated. “I dabble with B C too!  Only I also like to put the noose to good use”

“You’re kidding!”  I responded, “This is too good to be real!”

“Oh, it is real, alright!”  he emphatically replied.

Without my total awareness, Frank had become Charlie. I was the next prey on the radar screen. Like with Oliver he had choreographed this whole dance. Even before he had finished with Oliver, he was starting the research on me.  He already had a great plan in store for me.  He just had to coach me to walk right into his trap.  If I had known for sure, what would I have done.  I probably would not have done anything different. I probably wanted this as much as he did.  

“Hey, can we chat about this on a more secure network.” Charlie requested.

For some reason my gut again was trying to tell me something. Something I did not really want to hear about. So of course, I ignored it as much as possible.  I just noted it in my diary.  I also noted how the head of my dick was starting to run the show more and more when I was with Charlie.

“So, tell this ole angel of yours what is your deepest, darkest fantasy of all?”  Charlie asked

I had just finished off a whole bottle of whiskey. “A picture just popped into my head.”

“Tell me about that picture!” Charlie ordered.

“It starts out with a trip to the rally with a group of big leather dogs.  We are sitting around the camp fire drinking brew. You slip the same stuff into my drink that you gave to Oliver.  I get a little tipsy and share about my interest in B C.   After I spent a day wearing a pants with a back door, they all figure out that I am the faggot in the group.  Their faggot. Their faggot to use.  Their faggot to piss on.  Their faggot to gang fuck.”  

I paused for a moment to reflect.  “But I am just a gamer. I really do not want to die.”  

“Tell me more!”  Charlie encourages.  

“They have me put on my helmet.  One of them, who went over to the bikes to get something has returned. He holds up a noose and asks me if I know who this would fit?”

“I have nothing to say and just nod affirmatively.  It is then that I realize what my fate is.  Hanging just after they had gang bang session with me. Hanging with my helmet and leathers on with their cum dripping out of my ass. Hanging with the BIG DOGS.”    

“I have no clue if they intend to snuff me just like Oliver, or let me live another day.”  

 “WOW!” Charlie responded, “How long have you known who I am?”

“I had my suspicions at the gas pumps.”  I indicated. “The more we talked about Oliver, the more I realized it just had to be you. Then you cinched it with the noose. You did all your homework well, just like Frank would have done!”  

“And yet you just rode along with it all that time!” Charlie smiled, “You say you’re just a gamer, but I know you must need this really bad!”  

“The ride of my lifetime!”  I indicated, “Hold on tight!  I don’t know for sure where it will all end.”

Charlie and I continued to have some very heartfelt chats. I accepted that this was all part of the grooming of me that he was doing. I had trepidations about where his plan would leave me.  I knew I had to man up for this and did not want to chicken out on Charlie.  I also wanted to do this for Oliver.  I also wanted to live up to his standard.

With each minute that we shared with each other our mutual admiration grew.  He was a hunk ALPHA that I was drooling all over.  Especially when he wanted some quiet time with me and placed a ball gag in my mouth.  

I felt a great sense of pride when Charlie stated, “I never thought I would meet someone as special as Oliver was!”  

“Like you, Oliver was a good mentor!”  I continued, “He is my greatest role model!”

“Sturgis Rally is a couple months away.” Charlie indicated, “I need to start making my plans, if you are ready for this?”  

I nodded affirmatively, “LET’S DO IT!”  

“Somehow, I just knew that would be your answer!” Charlie also nodded and smiled, “The other angels are looking forward to this rally.”

“I cannot wait to meet them!”  I stated as we gazed into each other’s eyes.

Charlie took care of all the arrangements.  He indicated I would have my hands full just getting my own head into the right place.  He was right about that.  My head was going thru several bags each day.  I wasn’t sure if I was doing it as part of my training for the big day, or if I was doing it to relieve some of the stress of knowing to much about what I had to look forward to.

Finally, it was time for us to meet up with CHARLIE’S ANGELS. I coined the nick name and Charlie loved it.  He clued in the others and they all thought it was a great name for them. Charlie clearly was the leader of the pack.  

As I talked with some of the other guys, I realized that each and every one of them had a fantasy that was fulfilled by Charlie.  

“So, others have survived Charlies plans?”  I inquired.

“That all depends on what your fantasy is.”  an angel indicated, “Watch out what you wish for because you are going to get it!”  

One of the guys even confided that he was a Eunuch. “It was my fantasy!”  

Charlie found an isolated camp where we would have privacy located between the Devil’s Tower and Sturgis.  We would have to ride an extra distance to catch the big shows at the camps around Sturgis.  We needed the privacy for our own show.

We did the Needles and saw the Monument.  We were taking in as much of the rally as possible. I was getting more and more anxious about the big day.  I was sure that it would happen but I had no real clue when it would happen.  

Then I realized that the big hold up had been me.  The next day our plan was to hike around the Devil’s Tower.  This was the day I decided to wear the pants with the back door.  I was getting some looks as we hiked around the tower.  At one point I even had a stranger grabbing my ass.

“Was that part of your plan?”  I asked Charlie

“Nope!”  Charlie responded, “That was as much a surprise to me as it was to you.  You just got yourself a good bonus there.”

I could hear the other angels snickering as they overheard the conversation.  

Finally, I could feel the time for my big show was fast approaching.  We got the camp fire started.  The liquor was flowing freely.  I was getting my much-anticipated golden showers.   I even got to lick off some of the shower head.  

Suddenly, without any warning, I was bagged by a couple of the angels.  Charlie indicated he had thrown that into the plan because he knew I would need a ‘good warm up’.  Sure enough, I shot a load in my pants.  It was exactly what I needed.  I smiled and gave Charlie an affirmative nod.  He returned with two thumbs up.  I almost lost it during that bagging, but Charlie had them pull the bag off just before I was about to pass out.  

“The bag is not the main event tonight!” Charlie indicated as he handed me a drink.

I noted it had a strange coloration to the whisky in it. I knew what that meant and I chugged it down. Charlie came over with my helmet and fastened on my head.  

“You gotta have your protective gear on before you start the ride of your life!”  Charlie then asked, “This is your last chance to get out of this. We can call it all off now and go home or continue with the plan.  Do you want to man up and do this?” Of course Charlie already knew what my answer would be.

“FUCK YES!”  I shouted out for the whole world to hear.  An echo replied affirming my answer.

“I thought so! You are a good man!”  Charlie affirmed, “Gentlemen! Let us proceed with the plan!”  

The angel who was a eunuch approached me.  He began to open my back door and started to finger me. We sucked face as he continued to grope me more.  Then he removed his tongue from my mouth and finger from my ass.  He went down and started eating my ass.  I rubbed my crotch as he licked away.  I could sense the pre dripping from me.  So far, I was enjoying the plan.  

Suddenly, another angel grabbed me and slammed me over the nearest bike.  He pulled down his zipper and his woody popped out.  He properly positioned before he thrust forward as hard as possible. I let out a big scream.  Another angel came over and gagged me as quickly as possible.  

As they took turns my eyes rolled to the back of my head as I got to that fine line between ecstasy and agony.  

“Why the fuck did I ever ask for all this?”  I wondered to myself.  “Did I bite off more than I can chew?”  

Finally, we got to the last angel.  I noted that he had not opened his zipper.  He stood in front of me and put on shoulder length rubber gloves. Then he put J lube all over both of the gloves.

“OH SHIT!”  I mumbled thru the gag.  

“You ready for this?”  The angel asked.

“Not really,”  I thought to myself, but I gave the affirmative nod anyway.  

Suddenly a relaxed feeling came over me.  I wondered if this was the GHB Charlie had given to me. I relaxed and opened wide.  It was a big stretch at first.  Suddenly it felt as if my cherry ass had just been popped. I had just taken my first fist in my life time.  I felt relieved.  The angel kept working on my ass.

The shadows grew larger as the sun settled in the west.  He was working on my ass with two hands now.  I felt like I was about to be split open.  I thought to myself that I was now ready to die. It could not get any worse than this.  It did, as he now was punching my hole.  Never before had my hole been so punished.  It hurt so bad and yet I was loving it so much.  Never before had my ass gotten this much attention.

I could see the feet of two men standing before me. My ass still hurt like hell when I felt the gloves leaving.  I now could lift my head to look up at the two guys in front of me. Look up at the two of them and the noose they were holding before me.  It was as if I was looking at my destiny.  I took a deep breath and let it out slowly.  I looked at the two guys and give an affirmative nod.  

They carefully placed the noose over my helmet and tightened it around my neck. Strangely it felt comforting.  Like putting on a favorite tie. They stood me up to properly adjust my tie.  They fastened it snugly.

Then they had me step up onto a couple cinder blocks.  I had been this far before with Oliver and other friends.  I had played with the noose before.  This was a very familiar feeling too me.  Somehow, now, it felt like a comfortable feeling.  After all I had just put myself thru, I no longer feared death.  

I wasn’t certain what Charlie’s final plan was for me, but I was ready to accept what ever it was.  

One plan would have me pass out. All of their cum would be dripping out of my ass.  I would also soil and piss my pants.  I would not wake up until the morning. I would act as if none of this ever happened. I would fix breakfast for all of the angels and thank them for the wonderful time that I had.   With my sore ass I would put on a smile as I mount the Harley, facing a long ride back home.  The thought of all that pain made the second plan sound much more attractive.

The second plan would have me pass out.  All of their cum would be dripping out of my ass.  I would also soil and piss my pants. Then I would be meeting up with my ole buddy Oliver. He would be greeting me with one of his big bear hugs.  

Which plan do you prefer?

[hannahhook7744]

Stormbringer Crew Species;

Aaron Bog (The Treasuer)= Demon-Human Hybrid.  

Abi Hun (Crewmate)(Former)= Human.

Alex Aoratos-Sinclair (Helmsman)= Demigod.

Amira Bint Aladdin Bin Cassim Al Hamed of Agrabah (Translator)(Future)= Human.

 Anna Bog (The Lawyer)= Demon-Human Hybrid. 

 Artemis Foundling (Junior)= (Thought To Be) Human With Severe  Jaundice.

Athena Queen (The New Powder Monkey and Rigger)= Witch.

 Atlas Foundling (Junior)(Future)= (Thought To Be) Changeling-Shapeshifter Hybrid.

 Atticus Hook (Babysitter Crewmate)(Former)= Human.

 Beau Foundling (Junior)= Human-Goblin-Troll Hybrid.

Clarisse Foundling (Junior)(Future)= Orge-Human Hybrid.

 Craven Bog (Junior)(Future)= Demon-Human Hybrid. 

Credence Foundling (Junior)= Centaurcorn.

 D.E Anonymous (Anonymous Helper)= Unknown. Thought to be a ghost. 

Darcy Aoratos (The Medic)= Witch Demigod.

Darius Foundling (Junior)= Mummy-Human Hybrid.

Darren Foundling (Junior)(Future)= Disabled Human. 

Derrick Red (Crewmate )(Former)= Human.

 Eduardo Frollo (The Cooper)= Human.

 Elara Foundling (Junior)= (Thought To Be) Elf-Human Hybrid.

 Evelyn de la Cruz (The Prison Guard)= Witch.

 Fiona Foundling (The Look Out)= Fairy.

 Francesca Delgado (The Boatswain )(Former)= Witch.

Genesis Flores (The Navigator )(Former)= Witch.

 Greyson Hook (Crewmate )(Former)= Human.

 Gunner Harp (Back up Medic)= Demigod-Harp Angel Humanoid Hybrid.

Hannah Hook (Captain)= MagicBorn Witch.

 Harley Foundling (Junior)= Green Humanoid Thought To Be From An Alternate Realm.

 Haul Bjorgman (The Deckhand and Translator )(Future)= Human (But Could Be Considered A Reverse Changeling Via His Father).

 Herlando Dancer (Back up Medic)= Vampire-Human Hybrid.

 Hope Sid (The Entertainment and H.R. Representative)= Banshee-Wizard Hybrid.

 Howiee Wolf (Guard)= Werewolf-Wolf Humanoid Hybrid.

Ian Hook (Crewmate )(Former)= Human.

 Ike Bog (Junior )(Future)= Demon-Human Hybrid. 

 Issac Cipher (Front Desk Attendant)= Extradimensional Dream Demon (Possibly A Hybrid).

 Isaac Olympian (Crewmate )(Former)= Godling.

 Isaac of Maldonia (Crewmate )(Former)= Human.

 James Rourke (The Rigger)(Former)= Human.

Joey Skylights (Crewmate )(Former)= Human.

John Facilier (The Gunner)=  Evil Bokor-Demigod Hybrid. Jolene Bog (Junior )(Future)= Demon-Human Hybrid. 

 Josh de la Cruz (The Sailmaker)= Witch.

Joy Foxworth (The Back Up  Back up Kid Wrangler )(Future)= Human.

 Kailani ‘Clever’ Olympian (Storm Manager)= Evil Bokor-Demigod Hybrid.

Lance Foundling (Junior )(Future)= Black Eyed, Forked Tongued, Albino Human That Was Saved From Becoming An Imbunche (By Hannah).

 Levi Giant (Junior)= Human-Giant Hybrid.

 Liberty Titan (The Backup Carpenter)= Titan-Cyclops Hybrid. 

Luke Tremaine-Westergaard (1st Mate)= Human. 

Luís Barbosa (The Carpenter)= Human.

Lysander Foundling (Junior)= Satyr (But Suspected Hybrid). 

 Marcys Foundling (Junior)= Centaur (But Suspected Hybrid).

Marinette Foundling (Junior)= Bluish-Grey Humanoid.

Misty Del Rey-Silver (The Diver)= Human-Merperson Hybrid.

Morgan Hook (Crewmate )(Former)= Human.

 Moxie Frankenstein-Van Helsing (Guard)= Born Human, Resurrected Into Something Akin To A Wendigo But Not Exactly.

Nadia Foundling (Junior)= Genie-Human Hybrid.

 Nevin Hook (Crewmate )(Former)= Human.

Noah Aoratos (The Cabin Boy)= Godling.

Noor Foundling (Junior)= Genie-Human Hybrid.

 Parker McLeach (The Powder Monkey)(Former)= Human.

 Peachy Gothel (3rd Mate)= Witch/Magical Person.

Prometheus Foundling (Junior)(Future)= Disabled Human.

Remi de Vil (4th Mate)= Human Of Godly Decent.

 Rian Frankenstein-Van Helsing (The Trainer)= Born Human, Resurrected Into Something Zombie-Like.

 River Le Beak (Crewmate)= Human-Merperson Hybrid.

Shan Bri (The Back up Kid Wrangler)= Human (With A Magical Parent).

 Shania Silver (The Kid Wrangler )(Former)= Human-Merperson Hybrid.

 Shaun Fagin (Crewmate )(Former)= Human. 

Skelebar Foundling (Junior )(Future)= Humanoid Creature. 

Skia Aoratos (2nd Mate)= Godling.

 T.K Sykes (Crewmate )(Former)= Human.

 Terrance Foundling (Junior)= Werewolf-Vampire Hybrid.

Tiger Khan (Translator)= Human Raised By A Tiger.

Tim Foundling (Junior )(Future)= Human Child Who Ages Backwards (Physically). 

 Toby Foundling (Junior )(Future)= Merperson.

 Tommy Wonderful (Junior)= Witch/Magical Person.

Treycor Fae-Aoratos (The Quartermaster)= Fairy-Demigod Hybrid.

Tyson Foundling (Junior)= Werecat.

Willow Hawthorne (Junior)= Human-Tree Nymph Hybrid. 

I just realized that Hannah Hook's crew are mostly none-humans. Which means that some things they all do would defo come off as off putting to those in Auradon lol.

[plushievash]

1, 3, 6, 41, 47

who is/are your comfort character(s)? i have sooooo many ill just put a few roxas/xion/riddler/harley/harvey/caramel arrow cookie/candy diver cookie

3. do you leave the window open at night? not usually unless its super hot

6. why did you do that? i ask myself this everyday man

41. how do you take your coffee? i dont like coffee <3 except vietnamese iced coffee <3

47. what was the last message you sent? no context for this <3

[sarah-sandwich]

I was listening to American Pie and then this happened ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Rhythm and Blues

Flash re-enters the school with an ugly tattered hole bleeding in his chest threatening to tear him to the ground.

It’s fine. Everything is fine. So what if decathlon practice has been every Tuesday and Thursday after school for the past three months? So what if his parents have forgotten to schedule a driver to pick him up at least half of those days? He can handle it. He’s smart. He’s resourceful. He can call his own driver. It’s fine.

He stops walking and rests his forehead on a cool metal locker, forcing back frustrated tears. He should be used to this by now. It’s not new. Does he have to break down like a baby every time he’s left behind waiting? Left waiting like someone unimportant. Someone forgettable. Someone unlovab—

A laugh echoes through the deserted hallway like a distant bell.

Something red hot and putrid crawls up the back of his throat and his feet begin to move. Who else is here? The school should be empty by now. Decathlon practice ended almost an hour ago and the other extracurriculars should have followed soon after.

He stops outside the gymnasium doors with no memory of how he got there as another laugh spills out into the hall. This time he recognizes it.

Parker.

His palm is on the handle, ready to shove the door open when movement catches his eye through the tall narrow window in the door. It’s dim in the gym—only lit by what little of the dying afternoon sun filters in through the windows way up near the ceiling, casting everything in a muted golden light. There’s light enough to see Parker spin by in the arms of that new Keener kid, not a note of music to be heard.

Harley Keener. He hated him the instant he learned his name. Harley, like the motorcycle. It’s his given name and everything. He didn’t believe it until he nicked his wallet and saw it printed there on his State of Tennessee diver’s license with his own eyes.

Harley. It almost makes a name like Flash seem ridiculously contrived.

A giggle recaptures his attention as Parker stumbles, socked feet tangling with Harley’s and nearly sending him tumbling if not for the firm steady hands on his waist.

“How are you this much of a klutz, Parker?” Harley asks, his accented voice warm and impossibly fond.

Parker grins up at him. They’re still now, standing in each other’s air, sunlit and at peace in a way he’s never seen Parker despite knowing him for the better part of a decade. He’s a spaz. Always fidgeting, always rushing around late for something. But not now. He looks up at Harley like he’s a sky full of stars.

“Sorry,” Parker says breathlessly.

Something heavy settles in his gut, uncomfortable and wiggly. They’re standing far too close. They look ridiculous. Harley’s chin is nearly to his chest and one hand is still holding Parker by the waist while the other lifts to cup his cheek, then slides down to rest on the side of his neck.

Wait.

“Hold still a second,” Harley whispers, barely audible.

“Harley,” Parker breathes, knuckles going white as he curls his fingers through Harley’s belt loop.

Harley leans in and Parker goes up on his toes and then—

He lurches back from the door. Mind reeling as it replays the scene over and over, he’s hardly cognizant of the quick long strides that carry him to the front of the school.

They were—

And they looked at each other like—

Then they ki—

That means Parker is—

And the names he’s been calling him are—

Oh. Oh fuck.

~*~

He corners Parker two days later between periods. He wants to get this over with before decathlon practice this afternoon so he isn’t distracted and this way it’s guaranteed to be a quick conversation since they both have class to get to.

Belatedly, he realizes how boxing him in by the water fountain at the end of the art hall might look to someone he’s lightly bullied for years, but Parker doesn’t look alarmed or scared. No, he looks concerned and not even for himself.

“Everything okay, Flash?” he asks, adjusting his textbooks against his chest. They’ve got those homemade brown paper covers on them and it looks like he and Ned went to town covering them in doodles and cartoons. MJ too, judging by the sketches along the spine. He’s always wanted the same for his textbooks but his parents would lose it if they knew he was going around with books that look like they belong to a poor person.

Besides, he’s not very good at art and it’s not like he has friends who would—

He clears his throat and throws back his shoulders, tightening his grip on his textbook as he tucks it against his hip. “I just wanted you to know that I didn’t know.”

“Didn’t know what?” Parker asks.

“About…” He glances around. A few students disappear into the art room but this far from the hub of classrooms and intersections, the hallway is emptying fast. He turns back to Parker and leans in. “I saw you in the gym on Tuesday.”

Parker cocks his head. “We have P.E. on Mondays,” he says slowly. “Are you sure you’re—,”

“No,” he snaps, then lowers his tone further. “After decathlon. I saw you and Harley.”

Parker flushes pink and opens his mouth.

He rushes on. “I just want to make sure you know that I never meant those things I’ve called you. I was just messing around. I’m not— I’m not—,” He looks around then whispers, “a homophobe or anything.”

Parker gapes at him. “I— That’s— Flash—,”

“It’s cool that you guys are in love or whatever,” he continues.

“Oh wow. Love is umm—,”

“Oh shut up,” he says, ignoring the way Parker is beet red all the way to his roots. “I know what I saw. All I’m saying is, I’ll call you other names from now on since I know now. Penis is a timeless classic. Don’t try to tell me it’s homophobic because there’s nothing inherently gay about dick.”

Parker gapes at him then finally shakes his head and says, “Dude, I don’t care what you call me. I know you’re not a homophobe.”

Relief floods through him and all at once, he becomes aware of his sweaty palms, how tense his shoulders are, and how stupid this whole thing is. He should be in class.

“Okay, cool.” He flicks a bit of the book cover where the paper is torn and curling then steps back. “Later, Penis.”

He makes it two steps before Parker stops him.

“Wait, Flash!” He hurries in front of him and stops. “Umm, we’re going to get pizza at Joe’s after practice tonight if you want to come.”

He pulls a face. “Just because I'm not an asshole doesn't mean I want to tag along on your date, Parker.”

He rolls his eyes. “It’s not— Ned and MJ will be there too. It’s not a date. Just, uh, friends hanging out.” He shrugs and starts backing down the hall. “Come or don’t but umm, the invite’s there if you want it.”

“I don’t need your pity, Parker,” he calls after him.

Peter just waves and hurries off as the bell rings.

Great. He’s late for World History. He sighs and makes his way to the other side of the school.

Whatever. Pizza sounds alright. Maybe if he’s hungry he’ll tag along—for the pizza of course—but they’re going to Joe’s? The least they could do is pick a classy pizza joint like Rose Marie’s. Maybe he can convince them to change venues.

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clay jensen outfits

scooby doo

death note

alaska

nebraska

aliens

conjuring

monster

bugs

sheep

lamb

frogs

dexter

the neighbourhood

the 1975

hedgehog

wombat

halloween

horror

duck

rat

raccoon

fox

bats

flying fox

fishing

ice fishing

outdoorsman

ny dec

wny

slender man

harry fits

niall fits

the sons of gotham store

brand: vintage culture

louis fits

brand: earache

brand: defend paris

brand: sinzelimin

jesse fits

cardigan

dogs

brand: obey

imaristuart ig

shawnmendes ig

makoa_ho ig

marioselman ig

samsprofile ig

the red kap store

heathhussar ig

scottysire ig

linen coat

brand: luckybov

brand: HBFD

brand: WFGG

brand: uqiangy

hartdenton ig

rickeythompson ig

edwardbluemel ig

boysbygirls ig

zane ig

todderic ig

brand: pensura

brand: bolayu men's jackets and coats

brand: WFGG

the croker sports store

brand: lakkar haveli

brand: fusurire

[thompsborn]

Angel/Demon AU with parkner plleeeaaseee it is my shiiiittttt lmao thanks love you 💞❤🥰🥰

u sent this forever ago but here’s a drabble that’s less explicitly angel/demon and more implicitly. like. angelic/demonic elements? idk

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It shows, mostly, in their eyes.

Harley’s are a bright, vibrant blue, full of light and ambition, twinkling with curiosity and endless ideas. They reflect the sun and glow like pools of water in the middle of the summer, glimmer like glitter under a stream of light. They pair with a relaxed grin and a nose that sometimes crinkles, like the corners of his eyes when he laughs. His hair is a golden sort of blond, twisted in waves that frame his features and the dimples on both of his cheeks.

Peter’s eyes, however, are a dark, almost molten brown, appearing black in some lighting, gold when standing in the sun. They hide what he chooses not to show, are expressive in only the ways he allows to be seen, glint with mischief and spark with life when he quirks a brow and offers a crooked smile. His teeth glimmer and his hair catches in ringlets under the light, almost—just as—dark. He’s got a giggle that screams purity but he knows it isn’t true—knows that he, himself, is not pure, though he often tries to be.

There’s something poetic about it—them, opposites in nature yet so similar in choice. Harley is southern charm and sun kissed skin and a halo of hair, but he makes the decision that he will not be all light—he forges his rough edges and learns how to snark, fiddles with engines and gadgets until his hands have calluses and his fingers bleed and pretends that blood isn’t somehow, inherently, holy. Peter is a poor neighborhood in the bad parts of Queens and a pocketknife in his back pocket that he was gifted when he was seven in case he ever ended up walking the streets alone; he’s a fabric woven with rage and despair and guilt, but he does not let he shadows define him, learns to smile like his soul is interwoven with stars rather than the darkness that allows them to shine so bright, teaches himself to laugh and joke and love instead of sneering and spitting and hating the way he often feels the need to.

They meet and it’s like a supernova.

Harley’s got rounded cheeks that flush red beneath the dotting of freckles that march across the bridge of his nose, a slight gap tooth that he used to wedge pennies into as a kid, if only because it made the other kids giggle. Peter’s got nimble fingers that shake at his sides as he twists them into the material of one of his Uncle Ben’s old sweatshirts, far too large on Peter, who’s only barely over 5’8 in comparison to Ben’s 5’11, and his lips curl up on instinct when Harley finds it hard to meet his gaze, because it’s cute. It’s adorable.

But Harley is not just freckled cheeks and nervous giggles—he is a fire that he built within his own chest, that he has learned to tend to and grow, and he consumes Peter’s finger-trembling coldness and he engulfs him in flames, until Peter forgets what it’s like to shiver, until, for even a moment, the roaring fury that always seems to be screaming beneath his skin goes quiet. He relaxes into the angelic warmth and guides Harley down the twisting paths of living over life, shows him the rollerskating rink that an old neighbor works at who will let them in for free, shows him the most beautiful graffiti painted in dingy alleyways and greets people on the street like they’re old friends, coaxes Harley out of his small town nerves and unintentional assumptions that people on the street are sketchy at best, introduces Harley to dumpster divers and corner workers and people living under cardboard boxes when it rains, junkies and addicts and past-muggers and people who used to be in prison and everyone inbetween.

Harley sees the way that Peter treats them all the same as he would a businessman or an employee—as people, as equals, rather than with the wariness or trepidation that even the brightest of beings are taught sometimes. Harley learns to see past his bias and his past teachings and learns to love New York at night. Peter becomes one who loves to soak in the light while Harley adapts to sink into the dark.

Born as opposites, perhaps—brightness and sunlight; the shadows on the moon—but meeting, nonetheless, in the middle.

Complimentary, some would say.

Soulmates, perhaps. Lovers, for certain. Always meant to be connected—no matter the odds.