#how bout dat

[1-800-cuupid]

if you have to take a break/leave because ppl are sharing your cc, then you prolly shouldn't be here :)

[ranx0]

I haven’t yapped about Victoria Winston (my outsiders OC) in a while so I’m just doing this to throw up new lore and finalize it

- is a lesbian, she had a secret ‘relationship’ back when she lived in New York with this girl at her school, Sofia, until the time came where Sofia had to pick between being popular or running with Victoria and her gang. She chose popularity and called Victoria a slur infront of the whole school (she wasn’t out.)

- she wears dog tags that dally used to wear around her neck from her father. Dallas wore them because his father gave them to him, Victoria wears them because Dallas did.

- her father is the type to never be around much, or interact with her at all. So Most parties you could count on being held at her place, she wouldn’t be the one planning it— just offering up her house. By the end of freshman year she knew how to throw a good one.

- Unfortunately she will never throw a New York party again bc she left New York for Tulsa when she was halfway through sophomore year. Her only guardian, her dad, died in some failed mugging. She was basically living alone before but now the state legally recognizes her as an orphan and sent her to her 18 year old brother.

- was 10 when Dallas left New York to runaway to Tulsa. Dallas was 13, and he was caught up in a murder wrap. The guys who actually committed the crime scared him so hard he felt like he was forced to run away even though he was so young.

- when she moves to Tulsa the book events happen, but it was a year ago and Johnny doesn’t die. He only breaks his legs and paralyses them, therefore dally does not die and is alive to take in his sister

- def had a talk with Darry that was just abt bonding over having a gay partner/crush leave you for being popular (parry…….)

- Steve & soda remind her of her two best friends in New York (they were bumbling idiots, and both boys.)

- the only person she feels a genuine friendship with in the gang is pony bc of his quieter and less talkative more listener nature

- while you could say that for Johnny too, she’s majorly jealous of him. She thinks he’s the reason Dallas never came back to New York for her.

- is basically female Dallas Winston but with the typical trauma that comes with being a female (cat calling, harassment and stuff) so as soon as some comment comes her way about literally anything, like it could be how you like her jacket to today and shes throwing hands (she thinks it’s back handed.)

Ily Victoria never change I have buckets load of lore of her life back in New York that will forever be unheard

[tha-wrecka-stow]

[subtlesolitude-tailoredtaste]

Ima hop in a lake and never come back instead

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[shawtybeastmode]

[neverheroes]

Maybe he wants to participate like everyone else, maybe he thought that was important, maybe you could say you’re wearing dollar-shop alien baubles and it doesn’t matter that much, or MAYBE, idk, don’t just vaguely gesture to all of him like that so he doesn’t know if you’re talking about his ninja gear or his literal body.

৻( •̀ - •́ ৻) mean

Leo: I totally forgot about the party. I dont have my costume.

April: Technically your whole, like, thing, is a costume

[justaholeinmysoul]

My hate for celebs is only second to people who idolise them unironically. Omg he's so cute and perfect!!(he said hello to his mom) Omg she'd so queen and amazing(she tilted her head). Worse when they idolise em because theyre rich or pretty or criminals or plain dickheads omg like he smokes crack king shiiit. They are in the 1% they are the fucking royalty that should be in line for guillotine hello? GROW UP GROW THE FUCK UP

[penguintim]

Streets saying Joe Locke is Billy Kaplan in the new mcu show... chat is this true.....

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

Fred k!nk confirmed?!?🤔

Bonus pic of where Fred would like you to "kiss it"

[spotsupstuff]

do the ancients ever send fieldtrips and such to Gen 3s? Not sure why I thought of this, are there any reasons for them to?

well, to a Gen 3 city? the most fieldtrip things those locations had ever seen were strictly work motivated (like a specific programmer coming over to tweak smth on the iterator, some House representative coming over to strike up a deal with the local Houses...) or VERY very rarely family related, but at the time of Gen 3s having a family started being looked down upon. family was a peasant thing n peasants like never got to visit the iterator cities. lack of families in the upper class also means that school trips in General mostly ceased since there were like no children (n when there were they were mostly home taught, i imagine. no educational trips for the late age kiddies... 😩)

into a Gen 3 puppet chamber? unless an extremely necessary check up/fix up was needed, it was unheard of and Also looked down upon. you are supposed to leave those things *alone!* so they can do their work as they were specialized for. they have no business doing anything else than That and handling supplyment of the city (and answerin the queries sent to them through the ID drones but those usually took up very little time so it didn't ultimately matter)

[roleplaying-pagan]

[lavenderek]

when i was sixteen or seventeen (the year was 2008. weed and gay marriage were illegal. grand theft auto 4 became the highest grossing game release of all time at over 310 million sales the day of release) i thought kids who did normal teenager things were so stupid. they just couldn't figure out how not to do things that got them in trouble.

i would be like "it is so much easier to not do things than it is to do them. what if you just didn't get high and have sex with your boyfriend and shit?

like i get it, you want to for some reason. but like. just go home instead"

i didn't have "i'm broken" teenage asexual angst i had "i'm literally being the only reasonable one about this concept and the rest of you are behaving like fucking freaks" perception issues

[solveroftheabsolutefabric-cyn]

*glitchtrap looks at cyn.* so, your like me a digital entity that delights in this game we all call a killing spree. *he chuckles darkly.*

"Hm. I suppose, so. But it is not, a game?"

"But while you are, here, would you like some, tea? Non-threating Smile."

[hanabisays]

@nachtwing

She knew immediately upon waking up that she was not what she was supposed to be. She didn't need a mirror to see what she looked like, and just everything inside felt all jumbled and messed up. Different. She didn't feel like herself.

Her hands trembled and her heart raced quickly. She was dead, but at the same time she wasn't. It scared her nonetheless. Oh, OF course it'd scare her. Wouldn't it have scared anyone to be something they weren't upon waking from a nap just outside a park?

Haru chirps, nuzzles his small head against Hanabi's knee to offer some comfort.

"I'm okay." She says through shaky breath and a reassuring nod. Yes, I'm okay. This....this whole thing....it--

She doesn't know what this is, but she knows she'll be okay. She has Haru. Hanabi looks around though and it's become clear.

....She can't see ANY of them...

A trembling hand extends out and when it does, a single leaf by her that she's focused on twitches and lift ever so slightly before falling right back onto the ground. So, she still has some of her telekinesis.

"So, I'm dead but not dead." When Haru takes flight, Hanabi watches where he lands and....Haru has found himself perched on top a bunnified Dick.

Somehow her little panic episode oozes away and the undead laughs a light airy one.

[dollwrites]

Remy Lebeau with video 1 please 😫🙏🏽

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𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, established relationship, sleepy sex, cock worship, ball sucking hehe, spit kink, facial. all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ video ref ( nsfw twt link ). please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

you hadn’t woken up to the sound of the door creaking open, and Remy’s bootsteps were virtually silent as he crossed the shared bedroom— old habits from his days in the Thieves Guild. now, of course, he could’ve stripped his gear and crawled into bed, pulled your sleeping form into a loving embrace and drifted off himself. however, the Cajun had much more than sleep on his mind.

his weight is what first stirred you; carefully sinking his knees into the mattress on either side of your head, caging your face between powerful, warm thighs. he knows how to pin you without crushing you, thankfully, so the position isn’t uncomfortable, even as you’re startled awake.

“Remy…?” your eyelids flutter, threatening to open, but your nostrils were already filling with the familiar scent of your lover as you inhale. you squirm underneath him, but not to wriggle free— simply to stretch, turning your face to nuzzle your face against his bare thigh. pressing a soft, drowsy kiss to it, you can feel the muscles tighten just beneath his skin as if they’re dancing for you.

“Sh, sh, sh,” Remy drawls in a husky rumble from somewhere deep within his chest. “I know you’re sleepy, chére, but Gambit needs to use dat pretty face a’yers real quick like. Gambit been thinkin’ ‘bout it all night.”

you start to speak, begin to offer to wake up fully. after all, the possibility of fucking Remy could pull you out of even the sweetest dreams. “Do you want me to—?”

“Gambit wants ‘cha ta just lay back, ain’t gotta do nothin’,” he assures with a low sigh. “Let me just play with my petit, d’accord?”

that was when Remy laid the weight of his cock across your face. he was already rock hard, you noticed. he must’ve been playing with himself prior, and the visage of him standing in the dark doorway, pumping his cock to the sight of you blissfully unaware and asleep fills your mind. almost as if instinct spurred you to do so, your mouth opens. barely awake, but you wanted to suck on him, you couldn’t help yourself. he didn’t guide the tip to your mouth; instead, his palm presses against the shaft, and his hips rock forward, rutting against your countenance. however, he doesn’t miss how you expect your mouth filled. “Feelin’ greedy, too, chére?” he teases with a chuckle, “Need somethin’ to keep that sweet mouth busy?”

your eyelids are heavy so they stay closed, drunk off Remy’s arousal and musk, overwhelmed and surrounded, but you nod, jaw hanging slack as you welcome the opportunity. “Uh huh…” your tongue breaches, smearing over the throbbing veins beneath his skin, lapping at the cock splayed across your face.

Remy shifts above you, inching up further as his free hand cradles his base and balls, guiding the latter to your waiting lips, that envelops the sensitive sac with no hesitation. he hisses through his teeth. “There ya go, chére,” it was almost a plea, and his hips jerk forward, thrusting against your features again. “Just like dat.” Remy’s balls are heavy and warm, decorated with sparse, dark hair that matches the bed in his groin that the base of his cock springs from. your cheeks hollow as you suckle, mouth full, and you feel a slow drip trickling on to your cheek. at first, your brows twitch and furrow, before you realize that it’s Remy above you, drooling spit across your face and his cock, then smearing it in with his hand, taking a moment to pump the organ one more time before bracing it again. with his hips undulating at a leisurely, savoring pace, he uses your face to get off, creating a U with his hand to craft a makeshift tunnel against your features to slide through. “Keep on suckin, petit. Dat mouth is pure heaven.”

you’re grateful for his lazy rhythm much unlike when he’s in a frenzy because of how drowsy you still are, but your core soaks to the symphony of his pants and grunts, the way his purrs when you suck hard and attempt to swirl your tongue around the nut in your mouth, and his heavy and euphoric sighing. forcing one eye open, your blink to clear your blurred vision, just to catch a glimpse of your lover. Remy was a looming figure above you, shoulders hunched as he forced himself to take his time, thick dark brows furrowed and his handsome features twisted in pleasure. the nonessential hand had since found purchase against the headboard to support himself, his muscles taught and bulging. though the room was too dark to tell for sure, you were almost certain his cheeks were sporting the familiar rosy tint they typically held when he was reaching the peak of pleasure. his head drops forward, his crimson gaze catches you admiring him, and his parted lips etch up into a pleased grin.

“Might wanna keep them pretty eyes shut, chére,” he warns, only half playfully, grinding his teeth in preparation of the impending orgasm, “Gambit gonna make a mess a’ya real soon...”

and make a mess of you is exactly what he did. though you were disappointed that you would miss out on the visual feast that was Remy cumming, you obediently allowed your eye to fully close again, and just in time for Gambit to let out a shuddering groan. his abdomen muscles contracted, balls tightening against your tongue, as he thrusts against your face more erratically, unable to keep himself completely in check. you let out a happy, albeit muffled, mewl when streamers of Remy’s spunk paints your features. the release isn’t explosive; he doesn’t shoot a hefty load like usual. instead, the extract oozes from his throbbing cock head and dribbles over your cheek, globs rolling down over your lips. releasing his sufficiently sticky, worshiped balls, you tilt your head back against the pillow and open your mouth even wider to allow the escaping beads to drip on your tongue, an intoxicating saliva and cum cocktail that you eagerly sip from. your thighs clench together upon feeling yourself getting wetter as you take your man’s orgasm, your core’s aching becoming more and more glaringly apparent. you wanted— no, you needed Remy to give your pussy some attention.

Remy exhales a breath he’d been holding in, ragged and a half moan, and takes hold of his strong base again, smearing his satisfied cock across your face, rubbing the warm, stickiness of his essence over every inch of your face, before taking a moment to give your plushy cheek a couple of gentle, playful spanks with his spongy, bulbous tip. a mischievous sparkle glints against abysmal scleras as he hears the wet smack, and marvels in the way you turn your open mouth, hoping to take his dick into your mouth. “You sure are a needy lil thing, ain’tcha, petit?” he teases, tracing the shape of your open mouth with his tip. the tender slit beads with the last of his deposit, leaving a deliciously salty taste on your tiers. “Can’t even wake up all the way, but still tryin’ to take more?” Remy snorts a heavy breath in amusement through his nose as he caresses your messy cheek, mumbling in a fond drawl, “Well, how could Gambit say no to such a pretty, pliant display?”

[awkward-walking-potato]

Can I request headcanons for Remy, Wade, and Logan would think about his shy gender neutral crush confessing to him by whispering to his ear because they couldn't say it loud enough for him to hear them please?

Here are headcanons for how Remy (Gambit), Wade (Deadpool), and Logan (Wolverine) would react to their shy, gender-neutral crush whispering a confession in their ear:

Remy LeBeau (Gambit)

-Remy's heart would skip a beat. He's used to being smooth and confident, but this quiet, intimate confession would completely disarm him. He'd be caught off guard, and for once, the usual flirtatious charm would falter.

- Mon Dieu, they so sweet. How’d I get so lucky?He’d be thinking about how pure and genuine the moment was, realizing that this wasn’t just a passing fling, but something real and deep.

- After a brief moment of stunned silence, he’d lean in close, his voice a low, playful whisper, “Cher, you just made my day. How ‘bout I show you how much dat means to me, hm?” He’d flash a warm, genuine smile, his red eyes twinkling with affection.

Wade Wilson (Deadpool)

- Wade would freeze in place, his usual barrage of jokes and snarky remarks coming to a sudden halt. He’d process the words slowly, replaying them in his head to make sure he heard right.

- Wait, what? Did they just—? Oh my God, they did. Holy chimichangas, this is real!

- Wade would try to mask his nervousness with humor, but his voice would crack a little, betraying his genuine feelings. “Wow, usually people whisper stuff like ‘don’t kill me’ or ‘please stop talking,’ but this… This is WAY better.” He’d then grin widely, probably trying to hug them immediately, his usual hyper energy tinged with a rare, sincere affection.

Logan (Wolverine)

- Logan would tense up at first, his instincts kicking in. He’s not used to moments of vulnerability, especially from someone he cares about. The closeness would make his heart race, but he’d stay perfectly still, listening intently.

- Kid, you’re braver than I ever was. How’d I get so lucky to deserve someone like you?* He’d feel a deep sense of gratitude and protectiveness, knowing how much courage it took for them to say that.

- Logan would take a deep breath, his voice low and gruff, “Took a lotta guts to say that, huh?” He’d give them a small, rare smile, the kind that reaches his eyes. “You ain’t gotta worry. I feel the same.” Then, in typical Logan fashion, he’d probably awkwardly pat their shoulder, trying to be gentle but still a bit rough around the edges.