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strwbrryfire · 29 days ago
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back to the mood stabilizers bit. i know max is on them and i want some.
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cubbihue · 2 months ago
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So.... why'd Peri get assigned Dev as his first godchild?
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Jorgen’s usually not the one in charge of assigning godchildren. There’s an entire department that weighs and classifies potentail Godkids to the right Fairy. Although it’s on strike at the moment.
So Jorgen has to do it by hand, until the union negotiations are resolved. Turns out trying to use paperclips is very hard. Itty bitty paperclips. Big muscular biceps. Not a good combo.
Bitties Series: [Start] > [Previous] > [Next]
Peri's Assignment: [Previous] > [Next]
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mercifullymad · 1 year ago
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i feel passionately about the need to enfold people experiencing (or diagnosed) with "just" depression or anxiety into the mad pride project. the more people who view themselves as mad, the better. much as the rhetorical move from "neurotypical" to "neuroconforming" emphasizes the artifice & social construction of "neurotypicality," so too will expanding identification as "mad" expose the sane/mad dichotomy as a false one.
it's true that (some) people with "just" depression and/or anxiety have an easier time navigating the psych system than people who have more stigmatized diagnoses. but this is not to say that they necessarily have an easy time — the carceral psych system is hostile to everyone subsumed by it, even the most "privileged" patients. we should of course critique & examine how our experiences are shaped by various intersections of privilege, but we cannot forget or ignore how someone with "just" a depression/anxiety diagnosis can still experience the full force of the carceral psych system brought down upon them (including but not limited to involuntary institutionalization, police intervention, & forced medication or other forced treatment).
we must encourage, if not insist, that those with the least-stigmatized diagnoses view their difficult experiences navigating the psych system as bound up with the liberation of people who have more stigmatized diagnoses &, often, a more violent experience of the psych system. we need more people to drop the "i have anxiety/depression but i'm not crazy" line and say loudly, "i have anxiety/depression & i am crazy. my access to just treatment is linked to the conditions of all other crazy people, who are my allies, peers, & friends. we are united in our cause & we all deserve a more liberating system of care."
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buddie2024 · 21 days ago
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ARE YOU CRAZYYYYY. LIKE ARE YOU ACTUALLY MAD. Comparing at castiel getting written off SPN because of actual network homophobia to a guest star doing a couple of episodes and then leaving all because you have zero fucking media literacy and couldnt see it coming despite all the signs over the past 7 months??
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screechingfromthevoid · 2 months ago
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I made an Orym edit instead of writing or sleeping
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sillyguy-supreme · 10 months ago
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i cannot be exposed to a whole entire keefe book i’m sorry. can we talk aboht the government atrocities what about the government atrocities shannon
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loonymoonytoast · 3 months ago
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It’s giving the cover of those bodice-ripper type romance novels you find tucked away at the airports or the back of your granny’s closet
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mortiflyer · 29 days ago
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tennis ig and yt are blasting humbert rn for:
delayed grunt
fist pumping while he's winning at home and achieving his best ever result
celebrating his win
and are consequently supporting:
zverev, a man who faces allegations of DV from multiple women and had to settle a court case while playing a grand slam final THIS YEAR
idk like yeah bad sportsmanship does often reveal some shadiness about someone but how do you look at that microcosm within tennis and think "he's so evil im supporting the abuser" girl what
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demigod-shenanigans · 1 month ago
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Trying to write a fic that was purely meant to be fluffy shenanigans but then decided I needed to figure out which universe it’s set in and accidentally made the backstory way more angsty than I meant for it to be. Whoops.
I stand by my choice that using Reyna’s dogs to get out of the burning maze prophecy is objectively very funny but this also means Piper and Leo may or may not have spent some time stuck with a severely injured Jason who they couldn’t take to either camp
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aleximustdr4w · 3 days ago
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Holiness is a punishment that must be taken with hands folded
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Fandom: My Chemical Romance
Pairing: Frerard
Summary: Frank has a secret that needs to get out of his chest, while Gerard, the local church's priest, will be more than glad to show him the way to redemption.
Content Warning: religion, blasphemy, SMUT & (some) BDSM!! keep out of minors. (or read it anyway, im not your mom. youve been warned tho)
Word Count: 4.8 k
Also on AO3
A/N: been having this idea in the back of my mind since I saw gerard dressed as a priest. Sorry if they seem out of character or it's not “lore/timeline friendly” but its my first time writing about them and I find their dynamic very... uhm, fascinating. (Loosely set in the early 2000s)
Divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more
Illustrations & moodboard made by me <3
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"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned." Frank sighed, after making the sign of the Cross and closing the confessional door behind him with shaky hands.
The man kneeled down. There was a pause where the walls of the booth felt like they were about to fall down Frank's shoulders. All could be heard was his heavy breathing. He grasped the crucifix of his rosary around his neck in his sweaty palms.
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The reverend waited patiently on the other side of the grid that separated them.
"It has been... a long while since my last confession." Frank swallowed. "These are my sins. Well, my sin." He folded his hands, with the cross between his fingers, still.
Another pause where Frank felt like he was being buried alive.
“I can tell your heart is in turmoil.” The Father broke the silence in a soft voice. “What happened?”
“I... I have feelings for another man.” The sentence finally burst out of Frank's lips like he spat out a handful of nine inch nails. He couldn't discern the pastor's expression, but he could tell he was shocked from the movement of his shadow under the yellow light that illuminated that cramped place.
“You have to help me, Father.” Frank continued, his eyes welling up tears. “I don't want to be led into temptation.”
The priest let out a sigh. “Frank, do you mind if we speak face to face?”
“Uh... no, I don't.”
Frank found it difficult to look Father Gerard in the eye after what he had just told him. But, after all, the priest was there on purpose to keep his misdeeds a secret and provide him guidance.
“How long...” The Father tapped his fingers on the hardwood, his gaze wandering. “How long have you been feeling this way?”
“About three months.” Answered Frank, drying up his tears with the jacket's sleeve.
“And does he... know about your feelings for him?” This time the priest looked at Frank.
The man struggled to get himself to glance at Father Gerard in the eye for more than a split second, but he forced himself to raise his head. The priest's green eyes were kind and understanding.
It all started three months ago, when Frank saw him celebrating the first mass of his mandate in town. What caught Frank's attention was the fact that Father Gerard would always wear a leather jacket, his joviality, and how the reverend's eyes would light up during his sermons, which really captured the true meaning of the Lord's word, in a way that no other preacher could do. That's when Frank realized Father Gerard was no ordinary priest.
And that's also when Frank began feeling the proverbial butterflies in his stomach when he had to get ready to go to mass every Sunday: he couldn't wait to go listen to what the priest had to say about that day's gospel and every time he felt like his mind had been opened wider and wider.
As time went on, Frank realized what was happening. He fell into a crisis, throwing himself into intense prayer, relying on the saints for advice and asking God to forgive him, trying so hard to deny the feelings he was developing for the reverend. He stopped going to mass and to confess, in the hope it would've helped his heart forget him, but it made matters even worse, to the point of madness.
“I don't think so.” Said Frank in the end, his eyes watery. “I've been praying to forget about him.”
“You don't need to forget about him.” Smiled the pastor, reaching for the man's hands. “God makes no mistakes: you have to accept your nature, because you were made to His image and likeness.”
Father Gerard's hands were warm and soft, bringing a comforting sensation through Frank's whole body. He felt like Jesus Himself was holding his hand. “But... isn't homosexuality a sin?”
“Don't listen to anyone who says that. They're just charlatans who speak just to give air to their forked tongue.” The pastor looked away for a moment, his brow furrowed. “May Saint Francis Assisi be with you.”
“Th-thank you, Father.” Frank murmured, wondering what the priest had to live through to make him say that. He's really like no other...
“Well,” Said Father Gerard, looking at his watch, “looks like your time is up–”
“Can I meet you after the evening mass tonight?” The words spilled out against Frank's will. “There's something important I have to tell you.”
With a bit of hesitation, the pastor nodded. He traced the sign of the Cross in the air with two fingers. “Go in peace. For now.”
The rectory's door closed with a loud thump behind Frank, while Father Gerard secured the lock.
“Welcome, welcome!” Said the pastor cheerfully, making room for the man to come in.
Frank looked around: the place was decorated with vintage dark wood and long, sumptuous curtains. It was a chilly November evening, so the fireplace was lit, giving the living room a pleasant, comfortable atmosphere. The priest removed the man's coat and hung it on the rack before motioning him to sit on the couch, where Father Gerard soon followed with two glasses and a bottle of wine.
Frank watched the pastor pour the reddish liquid with elegant movements.
“The blood of Christ.” Chuckled Father Gerard, offering him the glass.
“Are we allowed to joke about this?” Asked Frank with a confused smile, before taking the cup.
“Well, I am a priest. I have the right to joke about it.” The pastor smiled again, letting himself fall on the sofa.
They both laughed, raised the glasses and took a sip.
Frank couldn't dare to look Father Gerard in the eye, concentrating his gaze on the wine. “I haven't been completely honest with you.” He eventually broke the silence with a shaking voice.
The pastor tilted his head and narrowed his eyes, perplexed.
“I-I... Oh, Jesus...” It was too late to turn back now. Frank swallowed in his dry throat. “The man I love is you, Father Gerard.”
The priest stared at him, his mouth half open in shock. “Frank...”
"I..." The man let out a deep sigh. "I'm sorry." His voice choked up, and his eyes misted.
“I'm afraid this changes things.” Father Gerard's eyes darkened. “Desire for a man of the cloth transcends sin.”
Frank felt his heart sink and his whole face flush. A knot in his throat was forming, making it hard to speak, like in those nightmares where you want to scream and shout for your life but you feel like your mouth has been stitched shut. He lowered his gaze.
“That's why I want to show you the way to redemption.” Continued Father Gerard, a smirk crossing his face.
Frank looked up. “What... Do you mean?”
The priest's fingers moved to Frank's cheek, making the man's heart rate rise, unable to glance away. The lighting from the fire made Father Gerard's angelic features look more marked, giving him a sinister look.
God, this can't be happening...
As the pastor came closer, he looked up for a moment, whispering something about forgiveness and sin: Frank didn't understand what he said because of the blood thumping in his ears. But before he could process what was going on, Father Gerard's lips touched his.
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The kiss lasted for what seemed hours. So much in fact that Frank, when the priest detached himself from him, was left breathless.
“So this is your idea of redemption?” Managed to ask Frank, in between wheezes. “Making things worse?”
Father Gerard blew air out of his nose in amusement. “You have no idea how I could make things way worse for you.” He cupped Frank's face in his hands. “You have no idea.” He repeated, stressing the last words.
Frank raised an eyebrow. “I would like to see you try.”
“Excuse me?”
“I said,” the man came closer to the priest, “I would love to see you try making things worse.”
Even Frank didn't know what happened to him: what was this newfound confidence and will to submit to sin? Was he drunk after just a sip of wine? Was Gerard the Devil himself in disguise and was he trying to possess him? One thing was sure, he was completely bewitched by the pastor at that point.
Father Gerard let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “You don't know what you're getting yourself into.”
“If I don't know, would you show me?”
The priest hesitated for a second, but eventually got up and grabbed the man's hand: “Follow me.”
Frank heard the door close behind him, followed by a latch lock. The bedroom was very modest and ordinary, with a large crucifix above the bed and a desk in the corner filled with stacks of books and papers.
“Frank,” Began Father Gerard, putting his leather jacket on the chair beside the wardrobe, “do you trust me?”
The man, who was busy looking around, turned his head to the priest. “Father –”
The pastor raised a finger. “It's just Gerard to you, now.” He corrected him, throwing the clerical collar behind.
Frank nodded. “Of course I do, Gerard.”
“Very well.” Gerard smiled, walking across the room, reaching for an old-looking dresser that he pulled out from under the bed. It opened with a click after he inserted a key in a rusty lock.
That's when Frank's internal alarm started going off. While Gerard was rummaging in the dresser, looking for God-knows-what, the man thought of taking the opportunity to sneak away, but then he remembered he was locked in there.
“Ah, there it is!” Exclaimed Gerard, getting up soon after with a studded leather collar – wait, was that a ball-gag? – in one hand and a length of rope in the other.
Frank swallowed at the sight of them. Yep, I'm in danger.
“Don't give me that look!” Laughed Gerard, moving closer. He reached for Frank's neck with the collar, but the man dodged him.
“I'm not gonna put that on.” Protested Frank with a grimace.
Gerard came so close to his face that their lips almost touched. “You have no choice on the matter, sweetheart.”
That felt like a spell was put on Frank: his knees got weak and his heart started beating so fast, his head started spinning.
“Be a good boy...” Gerard nearing his lips against Frank's ear.
Those words went down Frank's spine like an electric shock. Something clicked in the back of his head. “S-say it again.” He swallowed.
Gerard chuckled. “Be a good boy for me...” He whispered, then he pressed his lips against the other man's neck, which made him inhale sharply.
All the thoughts about the fear of sinning went out the window as soon as Frank reached for Gerard's lips and they united in a ravenous kiss. They pulled each other closer with fingers running through their hair and exploring their bodies under their shirts and eventually Frank's one fell on the ground.
Gerard caught the occasion to press a hand on Frank's shoulder to make him fall on his knees, guiding him down without detaching himself. “Fold your hands.” He said eventually, while getting up.
Frank, who just realized he was kneeling, looked up at Gerard like a lost dog, but did as he was told.
“Our Father, who art in heaven...” Gerard began chanting, while wrapping the rope around Frank's wrists.
“...Hallowed be thy name.” Continued Frank, his eyes fixed on Gerard, in complete adoration. “Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done on Earth, as it is in heaven...” He swallowed, feeling Gerard's breath on his naked skin. “Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us...” Gerard had just tied the knot with a tug. “And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.”
“Amen.” They both said in the end, before Gerard leaned in for a kiss.
Gerard's lips were soft and radiated warmth across Frank's shaking body: now that he had a taste of what he craved and yearned for months, he couldn't get enough.
“I think I had a dream like this once...” Murmured Frank once their lips separated.
“Oh yeah?” Gerard's eyes lit up. “Tell me about it.”
Frank felt his whole face flush.
The other's smile widened. “You're so cute when you blush.” He pinched Frank's cheek.
Frank couldn't help but feel humiliated over the fact that Gerard had this much control over him now, but what shocked him the most was the realization that he liked it. He had the nerve to provoke him earlier, but now that he had met his match, he immediately turned into a beaten up dog. And he enjoyed being Gerard's little puppy, all his to tease and torment.
“I, uh... This is so embarrassing, but...” Frank swallowed. "One time I dreamed that... I was confessing my sins, while... Uh..."
"Yes...?" Insisted Gerard, picking up a tick book from the desk pile.
"How do I put this... while..." Frank's gaze shifted from the pavement to the ceiling. "I was giving you... pleasure." The final words poured out of his mouth like a river gushing from its banks.
Gerard raised his head from the book to stare at Frank. "What kind of pleasure are we talking about?" He inquired after a pause, approaching closer to the other, who was making himself tiny by pressing his shoulders against his body.
“You know damn well what I'm talking about.” Scoffed Frank after a while with half a smile, suddenly gaining up the courage to talk back. Gerard already had him tied up; what's next, he was going to take his dignity?
Frank felt a burning ache on his cheek before realizing Gerard had smacked him across the face.
“Pride is a sin. You should know that, Frank.” Gerard's expression went dark; a sinister smile curved his lips while he grabbed Frank by the neck.
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Frank was now forced to look Gerard in the eye. “Lust is a sin, too.” He managed to say, through gritted teeth. “You act like you'll be my savior, but you're no different than me.”
Gerard narrowed his gaze, raising an eyebrow. “Want me to show you?”
“What... are you... waiting... for...?” Frank struggled to speak.
“You just can't help yourself from being a little shit, huh?” Gerard tightened the grip,coming closer to his face. “I'll make you regret every decision that led you to this.”
“What if... that's exactly... what I want?” Frank was finding it really hard to breathe.
“Then there's no hope for you.” Gerard's lips touched Frank's.
Frank was beginning to feel lightheaded, his face turning blue.
“Having trouble breathing, huh?” Gerard smirked, squeezing a bit more. “Be a good boy and maybe I'll let you go.”
Frank tried to say something, but nothing came out of his mouth.
“What's that? You want me to choke you more?”
Frank shook his head, beginning to fear for his life. “I beg you, Gerard... P-please let me go...”
“Hmm...” Gerard lifted his gaze to the ceiling, as if to think about it.
Frank squeezed his now teary eyes shut. “Please, I'll be a good boy!” His voice was nothing but a whisper. “I promise...”
Gerard finally let go of Frank's throat.
Frank coughed and gasped for air, collapsing on the ground.
Gerard leaned over him to caress his hair. “You poor thing...”
His condescending tone got on Frank's nerves. The man shot him a death stare, while trying to pull himself up by the elbows.
“Aw, that look again?” Gerard leaned over him and inclined his head. “Don't act like you're not enjoying yourself.” He nodded at the man's crotch with a grin.
Frank looked down, unaware until then of his erection, visible through his jeans. He instinctively closed his legs, his face turning red and his body becoming stiff.
Gerard let out a giggle before helping Frank get up on his knees again. He caressed the man's neck with his fingers and tongue.
Frank didn't know what to think anymore: how could Father Gerard be both his butcher and savior? How was it possible he not only accepted, but wanted to be treated like a dog by him? He looked for Gerard's lips to suck on, to which the other responded with nibbling on his neck, where there were still the imprints of his fingers, where it hurt. Frank let out a soft whimper.
Shit...
How did we get to this...?
Gerard smiled, picking up the bible that he left at the foot of the bed earlier, without stopping kissing and biting Frank on the neck, lips and cheeks. “I called on your name, O Lord, from the depths of the pit...” He began reading, “You heard my plea – Do not close your ear to my cry for help!”
Frank nestled his face on Gerard's shoulder, kissing his neck, inebriated by his scent.
“You came near when I called on you; you said – Do not fear!” Gerard continued with heavy breath, but maintained his composure; he emphasized the last sentence, just like when he'd read the Lord's word during mass. He paused to sit on the bed, unbuckling his belt.
“You have taken up my cause, O Lord...” Gerard grabbed Frank by the hair and guided him to his lap; the other didn't waste any time, proceeding to unzip his pants with his teeth, noting that not only Gerard had already a hard-on, but he was also not wearing any underwear.
Frank turned up, as if in search of approval.
Gerard flashed him a smirk, shoving his face between his legs; then, he continued: “You have redeemed my life...”
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Frank tasted Gerard in his mouth before he realized it, which was... different that what he expected, but then again, he never gave head to another man before, so who knows what he was hoping for. He managed to take it deep in his throat, stayed in that position for a bit, then he quickly pulled back, breathless; but that didn't stop him from lapping Gerard's shaft and kissing his tip soon after.
“You have seen the wrong d-done to me, O-Oh, Lord... j-judge my cause...” Gerard was beginning to stutter, to breathe heavily. “Y-you have seen all... their vengeance... O-oh fuck...” He inhaled sharply, throwing back his head.
Frank looked up for a second: with his languid eyes and half-parted lips, Gerard was the closest thing to a divine apparition he'd ever seen.
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Gerard smiled at Frank, grabbing his hair and instructing him to keep going in between wheezes, as the other went down on him hard and fast, bobbing his head up and down, drooling all over the ground.
Frank felt the grip on his hair getting tighter and tighter, realizing he let out groans every time. Gerard, in the meantime, was becoming a mess, panting curse words, exhaling his name and praising him.
Frank refused to take a break until he felt Gerard's warmth running down his throat: the load was thick and plentiful, to the point that part of it spilled out on his lips and on the pavement. He detached himself before licking his lips.
Gerard, who watched the whole scene in astonishment, raised Frank's head by the chin, caressing his cheek with his thumb.
“That's the...” Frank finally caught his breath.
“The Holy Spirit.” Continued Gerard, promptly.
They both burst out laughing.
“What I meant to say,” Clarified Frank while Gerard helped him get up, “is that this was my first time with a guy.”
“Really? I'm guessing it's your first time with a priest too.”
“Well... It doesn't happen often, that's for sure.” Frank moved his hands towards Gerard. “Would you kindly...?”
Gerard raised an eyebrow and smirked. “I'm not done with you.”
The last bits of a smile that Frank had got wiped away from that single sentence, eyes wide. “Excus – ?”
The man didn't have the time to finish the question that Gerard was already behind him: his warm hands on his naked skin gave him the shivers for the temperature shock. “C'mon, it's only fair, don't you think?” Gerard whispered in his ear, his right hand wandering from his chest down to his waist and finally unbuttoning his jeans. “And... the confession is not over...” He continued, kissing and licking Frank's cheek.
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“What do you me–?” Gerard pushed Frank on the bed, joining him soon after, straddling him.
“Hi.” Said Gerard after a pause, his face inches from Frank's.
“H-Hey...”
Gerard planted his lips on Frank's.
The other kissed back, trying so hard to move his head forward to taste as much as possible of Gerard's mouth; he would've grabbed his hair and pulled him closer, wrapping his arms and legs around his shoulders and waist and grind against him until he couldn't take it anymore and have him inside him, but all he could do was stay still, completely blocked by Gerard, who was running his fingers, tongue and teeth all over his body, which drove Frank crazy, making him a panting and groaning mess.
Gerard gently moved Frank's arms upward with one hand and put the other inside his pants. A grin spread across his lips while a moan escaped Frank's mouth.
Gerard began motioning his hand up and down Frank's shaft, slowly at first, then increasingly faster, while watching the man lose control of his own body, squirming and breathing heavily. “So, about the dream... Care to tell me now?”
“I... I was sucking you off while confessing my sins to you.” Frank blurted out, in between pants, diverting his eyes from the other man. “We were in the confessional.”
“And did you enjoy it?” Gerard grabbed Frank by the chin to force him to look at him in the eye, his other hand continuing to jerk Frank off faster and faster.
“Uh-huh...” The man admitted. “I... I touched myself to that. Many times.”
A smirk crossed Gerard's face. “You're so nasty...”
Frank felt a familiar tingle running through his body. “Yes I am, Gerard. I am a sinner.” That's the moment he sprayed his cum all over Gerard's hand.
Gerard brought his fingers to his mouth to lick them, crossing Frank's gaze and grinning.
“Uh... Gerard...?”
“Yes?”
“I want you inside me...”
Gerard shot a glance at him, visibly caught off guard. “Are you sure?”
Frank nodded, his eyes closed and his cheeks red. “Make me holy...”
Gerard blew out air from his nose, lying his face against Frank's shoulder blade. “Well... Since you're asking so nicely...” He gently pulled down Frank's jeans to the ankles, kissing and biting his skin until he arrived at Frank's inner thighs. “It's gonna take a while,” Warned Gerard, after lifting his head and placing his hands on Frank's knees, to spread his legs. “And I'm out of lube, too...” He added, more as an out-loud thought.
“Can't you spit on it?”
A short pause.
“You really want me to fuck your ass, don't you?” Gerard chuckled.
“I just think you're the right man to take my virginity.” Said Frank, giggling as well.
“Yeah, yeah, sure. No one's better than a priest at that.” Gerard talked back, spitting generously on his hands. “At least you're sure no one's gonna know it, huh?” He took position while lubricating himself. “Ready?”
Frank nodded.
Gerard carefully penetrated him, trying to be as slow and gentle as possible. “Tell me if it hurts.”
“A lil' bit.” Informed Frank, “But I like it.”
A groan escaped Gerard's lips as he went inside, leaning closer to cover the man's face in kisses as he motioned back and forth.
Frank closed his eyes, letting himself drown in the affection and pleasure that was given to him and searching for Gerard's lips to suck and nibble on in turn. “F-faster.” He murmured at some point.
“Hmm, what did ya say?” The other smirked, narrowing his gaze.
“Faster, please.” Frank swallowed, speaking more clearly.
Gerard gradually accelerated the rhythm, as Frank arched his back more and more at every neck kiss, every touch of the waist, every stroke of his erection, moaning louder and louder. “You're... So... Pathetic...” Exhaled Gerard in Frank's neck, in between three powerful strokes.
Frank let out a whimper of a wounded dog, making Gerard go even harder on him while Frank pulled him closer by locking his legs around his waist, to which the other responded by biting and sucking on Frank's skin near his shoulder blade that bruised almost immediately.
Their breaths harmonized as Gerard threw his head back. “I'm... I'm close...” He informed in between wheezes.
“Me too.” Frank nodded in turn.
Gerard kept going faster, his grip on Frank's waist tightening, while panting and cursing. As they both came – one inside and the other all over his own chest –, he stopped, his eyes wide open just as his mouth. He let out a loud groan after a second and leaned close to Frank, with a satisfied smile on his face.
They united in a final, desecrated kiss.
“Wow. Just... wow.” Gerard fell on the bed beside Frank, extracting a cigarette from a packet. “I haven't had this much fun since seminary!”
Frank giggled at that but didn't feel like investigating further, thinking that maybe the questions he had were better left unanswered for now.
Gerard lit up his cigarette. “Wanna take a drag?” He asked, looking at the man, after exhaling a cloud of smoke.
Frank gladly accepted: “Thanks,” he said taking a pull, “I forgot to buy some before coming here.”
“Now that you smoked my cig, you're my bitch now, y'know?” Smirked Gerard, as he took the cigarette from Frank's hands.
The other raised an eyebrow. “I thought it was very clear that I am your bitch now. Y'know, since you fucked my ass.”
Gerard let out smoke from his nose, amused. “You're right, you're right.” He flickered the cigarette to make the ash fall on the tray on his bedside table, observing the hickey he gave Frank on the shoulder. He reached out to touch it. “Does it hurt?”
“Yes. Everything.” Replied Frank, rubbing his wrist.
“Sorry, I might got carried away –”
Frank raised his hand. “It's okay.” He smiled. “I don't mind the pain.” As long as it was you.
Gerard gave Frank what remained of the cigarette and moved closer to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, while Frank, dragging smoke, put his head on Gerard's chest.
“Was I a good boy?” Asked Frank after a while.
“The best boy.” Said Gerard softly, kissing his cheek.
“Have I earned my way to redemption?” Frank asked again, looking at the other.
Gerard shot a thoughtful glance at the crucifix. “I think so, yeah. Three Hail Mary's and you're good.”
They both laughed.
They stayed in silence for what seemed a long time, until Gerard let out a yawn and got up from the bed.
Frank stood up as well, threw away the cigarette butt, then he looked for the rest of his clothes.
Gerard helped him get dressed up. “Oh wait –” He traced his finger up on Frank's chest, picking up a drop of cum. “I know for a fact this doesn't come off clothes easily.”
Frank put the other's finger in his mouth and sucked on it.
Gerard observed him with bewilderment in his eyes.
“What's that look about, huh?” The man shot a glance at him, presenting his best shit-eating grin.
Gerard let out a chuckle before leaning over to kiss him.
As Frank was buttoning his shirt and wandering around the room, he moved closer to have a peek at the notebook left open; in front of him was a freshly inked portrait of a man with his same haircut: long, black bangs and red side-shaves; he had red eye shadow and crosses drawn on his eyes. The lines of the illustration were thick and the colors used were bold, reminding him of the action comics he'd read as a kid.
“If you're wondering,” Explained the other, “that's not you. Well, at least not entirely. I like to take inspiration from people I see around me, and make... characters out of them.”
“This is awesome!” Commented Frank, brushing his fingers on the paper, afraid to ruin it.
“You want it? I can give it to you. Here, let me sign it.” Gerard picked up a marker, scribbled his signature near the portrait, took off the sheet from the notebook and gave it to Frank.
“Thank you so much!” Frank moved his gaze between him and the drawing.
“Thank you, Frank.” The other smiled, after giving him one last tender kiss.
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As Frank walked home, he couldn't stop glancing at the artwork, imprinting a wide smile on his face. He sighed, as the same thought that he had before repeated in the back of his head: Father Gerard really is no ordinary priest.
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volcanicsleep · 13 days ago
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rottmnt/gotham dream drawings as promised lmao
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buddiesmutslut · 6 months ago
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I’m genuinely so fucking sick of the “you all would have loved it if it was Eddie who made that comment” take.
First of all, Eddie wouldn’t have made comment then, bc he knows how hard it is for Buck to talk about his emotions, & is REALLY good at giving him the space to talk about them, even if he does make jokes, they’re not out of pocket (the coming out scene, anyone? Breaking the tension with a joke & still being supportive without making a joke of his feelings.)
Secondly, even if Eddie DID make that comment, I’d probably still roll my eyes, but I’d be more willing to accept it. Do you wanna know why???
Who was the person that knew the details of what Buck was talking to his therapist about during their emergency session before the Buckley’s visit? Who is the first one they show at Buck’s side when he gets stuck in the warehouse trying to pull Saleh out after learning about Daniel?? Who is the one who was pacing downstairs in the station & making sure Buck was okay after the warehouse, and the one who warned him about his visitors??
Who was the one praying at Bobby’s bedside, right next to Buck in the hospital?
(I’ll give you a hint, it’s not the dude that’s had 10 minutes of fucking screen time that everyone forgot about post s1.)
It wouldn’t have been the same bc TOMMY AND EDDIE ARE NOT THE SAME. They are not on the same level of knowing Buck & understanding when to make jokes & what jokes to make. Your best friend, partner & co-parent of 6 years and the man that you haven’t even called your boyfriend yet are not on the same level of familiarity.
I get that you’re pissed that Tommy is being compared to Buck’s previous love interests (which would be the case, even if he wasn’t just as shitty & uninterested in Buck as a person as they all were) but if you genuinely think that he’s anywhere near Eddie’s level, EVEN PLATONICALLY, then I fear that you have been watching another show entirely, & I encourage you to watch more than just s7, bc that’s the only explanation I can come up with for why this fuck ass take exists.
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traumatizedpomelo · 2 months ago
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i, somebody who has only ever watched one (1) anime, attempts to guess what they're about
this is based almost entirely off of various edits I have accidentally come across online
bungou stray dogs
famous authors are turned into twinks?
bandage boy and redhead god have an enemies to lovers arc! they even have their own convenient partnership name!
apparently the tiger is the MC? unclear. the fandom seems to think that bandage boy is the MC.
is bandage boy bi or just in the closet? also unclear!
they're all twinks but small angry redhead god is the twinkiest of them all
mersault???
Tired Blond Dad
jujutsu kaisen
gay and sad
again, MC is unclear. is it pinkie pie or Gojo?
like half the problems would be solved if Gojo and Geto were allowed to just be in a romance novel instead of whatever this is
pink boy and spiky hair boy are just satosugu 2: electric boogaloo
Geto gets skinjacked?
CURSES
sukuna.........is basically Venom??
geto has a dragon, that's pretty sick actually
death note
main character (light?) is a strange feral gremlin
other (?) main character L has a Javert-esque obsession with catching light, I'm not even sure how he figured out all of these random deaths were apparently connected
the death spirit kinda looks like the cartoon Joker when you think about it
you write the name in the book, that person dies. do they all die in the same way, or...??
dungeon meshi
great british bakeoff but in fantasy land and with higher stakes
blond guy has puppy energy
if blond guy is a puppy, then blond girl is the one who holds the leash and keeps him from running straight into traffic
small?? man?? looks like a child, i'm not sure if he actually is a child??
somehow has the capacity to make unholy horrors look kinda appetizing
my hero academia
no
demon slayer
the one with the pig mask is actually gorgeous
the sister is a demon??
one guy has french fry hair and he likes the demon girl? unclear
are there any adults in this show? remains to be seen!
haikyuu
volleyball
tall angry one and small batshit feral one?
this kind of just seems like all for the game but with lower stakes
i had a friend who was really into this, he would beg me to play volleyball with him despite him a) being like half a foot taller than me, b) being way more athletic, and c) having little to no perception of the first two things, resulting in me getting smacked in the face with the full force of his serve on multiple occasions
Fun Orange Team vs Angsty Black and Red Team
spy x family
are they working for different organizations or the same ones? idk they're spies
the small pink child is seemingly aware of this
small pink child plays matchmaker for x amount of seasons
she really likes peanuts?
Big Dog
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mazeyphaedra · 8 months ago
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HELIO CHOSE HER, BUT SHE CHOSE CASSANDRA.
Traci Brimall, Vive, Vive // Mitski, Goodbye My Danish Sweetheart // Unknown // Katie Maria, God is made of hunger and I am made of dreams // Ally Beardsley, Fantasy High: Sophomore Year // Caravaggio, Judith Beheading Holofernes // @inkskinned, When I’m sad, I write goodbye letters to the people I care about. Once I’ve said goodbye to everyone, I can go. // Ally Beardsley, Fantasy High: Junior Year // Florence & The Machine, Girls Against God // Hozier & Allison Russell, Wildflower and Barley
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fisherrprince · 1 year ago
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miskellaneous
#tumblr is still my doodle archive#my art#venitas#ffxiv#kh#sprawl au#ooooo veni you are so creature#first of all. Bunny. Bnnuy. I would like to consider the bunny. Sorry for trapping him he’s doing plot in my brain#I drew vani a while ago but I should have made him a catboy. I will next time I draw him#second of all back in pic order#ari is trying to be kind but violence is extremely fun for him. He loves it. He loves to gloat and he loves to cackle#if he’s allowed at a target for his pent up rage and aggression he gets weird#second of all I’ve been thinking about gender as one does. And what it would look like 5000 years in the future#so like in sprawl. there’s an entire timeline of gender studies and anthropology that leads from our time#through where the entire notion COMPLETELY fell apart; through where there was a resurgence of ancient gender roles#back and forth and in circles and where new things sprung up and fell and debates about the validity of self went nuts#Xion knows a lot about it bc she will claim trans as a label vanitas also knows a lot of things because he Doesn’t consider himself#trans. vens confused he was literally never taught about any of this. unity(divine) has its own… kinda messed up way of doing it#he got lost somewhere around the advent of gene augmentation and nonhuman drag (she didn’t have to go into that detail she just thinks it’s#really cool)#(Also that was really early —)#Anyways. vanitas is also getting his sense of touch back up there. xions a miracle worker#transgender is even a slightly archaic term. it completely died for about a thousand years and then came back with a retro wave
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dreadfuldevotee · 6 months ago
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so if I say this was the hottest episode if the entire series....can anyone here me? is this thing on? do you understand?? like do you fucki-
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