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luring you all into the james wirm thirst club
he’s a terrible man and i’m here for it
#i have a playlist for this weirdo#“creep” is on it#that should tell you a lot#/hj#james wirm#pls like#tim key#peep his button up inviting a peek at his chest#looking respectfully
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Complicated Relationship with God (As Seen Through Lyrics in the Character's Playlist)
#my art#wc#weirdos class#seth#hes SO weird abt religion it drives me insaaaane every time i listen to his playlist im like aughhhh#the complicated relationship is basically 'god never answered my prayers im done trying to believe. i shall take his place#and burn this whole place to the ground to create a new world' hes not okay if u were wonderin <3#anyways. this collage is an epic rama vulnerable moment ( i am very reluctant to share what music i like beyond certain bands)#(its bc i got made fun of so much for my bad taste </3 so now im embarrassed abt every single thing i like)#showing someone music i enjoy is like. such a big thing for me its like. im entrusting u w rama secrets...#and if ur mean or dismissive i WILL be sads forever. that applies here btw <3#if any1 is mean abt my lyric choices ill. delete my blog and disappear off the internet forever. okay?#HOWEVER on the same vein. ur invited to tell me if u know the songs...and if u know more than 5 of them we shall have a summer wedding
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HEY
HAVE MY (STILL VERY SHORT BUT WORKING ON IT BUT ALSO ITS 11 PM AND I WANNA POST THIS RIGHT NOW) CHILAIOS PLAYLISTS 🔥🔥🔥🔥
#today i learned that you cannot share a link to a spotify playlist folder???#anyways. the folder is called phios weirdo chilaios playlists#idk if you can search it up or if its private i have no clue how spotify works but SHRUG#anyways uh have fun with these HAHAHA#i wanna make cover art for each playlist but once again it is 11 pm (also i dont have my tablet)#oh yeah side note#the campfire playlist is just how i imagine them having a conversation#it starts out awkward and then theres a rise in the middle and then it falls back down#well at least thats what its supposed to be I WAS RUSHING ALRIGHT#ill fix it tomorrow#chilaios#ENJOY !!!#i still need to add a lot more but guhhhh
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Gold Satin Dreamer
Summary: Danny follows a trail of little white lies right to the door of the object of his affections, Harvard hotshot Sam Kiszka, who invites him in with open arms and an incessant need to blur boundaries.
Tags: Danny being very/a little creepily obsessed with Sam (but like in a hot way), unrequited (??) feelings, NSFW!!! (masturbation, dirty talk, cum), homoerotically toeing the line of friendship
Words: 5.7k
A/N: This is inspired by Saltburn (which I recommend you watch, btw) but not as intense as it gets in the movie. Mostly references and borrowed themes of obsession and devotion. So, you know, this might not be for everyone! You've been warned >:)
also thank you @holdingup-fallingsky for the inspo during A Scene, you da best
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Danny had gotten everything he’d wanted. Everything he worked so hard towards had been handed right to him, but now that he was sitting pretty in the middle of the glamour he’d been so hungry for, he couldn’t help but find it all particularly excruciating.
First, there were the meals. Breakfast and lunch could slide by without any troubles for Danny, but the formal wear reserved for the quiet, fanciful dinners tended to dig against his skin and pique his anxiety. And the only thing worse than dinner was the time after dinner, when he’d be left alone in his room that was way too big with very little to do but read or wander the halls if he was feeling brave. During the days, Danny would kindly ward off the endless parade of questions from Sam’s deceptively sweet mom about his life back at home. The days also held a myriad of startling encounters with Sam’s older brothers, Josh and Jake, glittering and grinning twins who couldn’t be more different and more invested in the most personal details of Danny’s life. Danny had met Jake back on Harvard’s campus after he’d gotten under Sam’s thumb enough to be introduced to his brooding, supposed genius of a brother, but Danny was met with nothing more than a lukewarm reception. Jake tacked on jabs and quips to the ends of Josh’s elaborate attempts at conversation and never seemed satisfied with Danny’s answers, no matter how cool or lighthearted or perfectly catered they were. Even after a few weeks staying with them, Danny couldn’t figure out if either of them liked him at all.
Yet the real issue at the heart of it all wasn’t his social anxiety or boredom or even the upkeep of his slew of little white lies.
It was Sam.
Always Sam.
Stiff collars and warm blazers didn’t seem to matter when the heaviest presence was Sam’s flitting feline stares from across the table. His face would be lit up golden in the candlelight as he came to Danny’s rescue in conversation when his words faltered even for a moment. Danny’s room never felt as wide and as empty when he pressed his ear to the door of the bathroom separating their rooms and heard Sam and his brothers laughter through the walls and across the tile. Or, on the worst occasions, he’d hear Sam’s obscenely uncensored sighs over the slosh of water in the bathtub. Danny would sit there with his ear rubbed red on the wood until the water stilled and Sam’s whimpers turned to light humming, signaling it was time for Danny to quickly take care of himself before rushing to brush his teeth at the same time as Sam.
It was obvious from the start that Danny was The Guest in the Saltburn estate that Sam called home for winter and summer break. Sam had been so eager to invite poor, lonely Danny to spend the summer with him. Danny, whose poor loneliness had been decisively orchestrated, was more than happy to humbly accept that invitation into his world. He’d gotten his first ticket during a “chance meeting” when Danny had lended Sam a helping hand during a “freak accident” bike tire blowout, and since then he’d strategized his growing proximity to Sam through offhand sob stories and persistent company when Sam’s other lackeys grew tired of his boisterous personality. Well placed whispers of a home life that was far from the reality of Danny’s adoring close knit community and occasional sad little sighs were the nail in the coffin. Danny remembered often and fondly how Sam had spirited him away one blue evening to sit and shoot the breeze on a secluded bridge walkway to celebrate finishing their finals. He remembered the hysterical flurry of butterflies in his stomach when Sam had paused conversation and watched his long legs swinging over the water before he turned his smile on Danny and asked. Except he hadn’t asked, had he?
“Come home with me,” Sam had demanded, really. “Come to Saltburn.”
And Danny had. How could he not? A summer alone with Sam had seemed too good to be true. And now he knew it was. The reality was all the time he got alone with Sam was far more overwhelming than he could’ve imagined.
Danny had a horrible feeling from the time he’d met Sam that Sam was going to pick up on Danny’s shy, yes man behavior in his presence and put two and two together. Lately, Sam seemed to not only know that, but play into it every chance that he could. At school, Sam was happy to have Danny around, but was also completely comfortable in waving him away for days at a time in favor of his fellow medical student buddies and the girls that flew to him like moths. This Saltburn invitation apparently carried more weight than Danny had realized. And it was driving Danny up the wall.
Sam would chase off his brothers and beg Danny to spend all day at the pool with him, only to avoid the water all together and lay out on a lounge chair to work his way through an entire box of popsicles and stare at clouds. Danny swore Sam would sneak glances at him when the sugar would melt and roll down his chin with his cheeks hollowed to catch what he could and making no further effort to clean up what he couldn’t. Danny would stare up at the sun and blink the image of Sam’s bare, sun warmed, sticky sweet skin into white blurs that hurt his eyes, but the memory of it would linger in his head throughout the day and render him flushed and embarrassed.
Sam had also steadily picked up a habit of touching Danny at all times. Sam had been touchy since Danny had befriended him at the start of the semester and often patted his knee or dragged him into quick, one armed side hugs that made them both stumble. However, since coming to Saltburn, he had graduated to grazing Danny’s leg with his shoe under the dinner table after his brothers would say something snarky, as well as perching on his lap to show him books and photos that Danny cared about far less than the sensation of Sam sitting on him.
But Sam’s worst development was that he couldn’t seem to stay out of Danny’s bed. Danny had gotten a look at the tall ceiling and resplendent treasures that Sam had somehow turned to clutter and wondered how Sam ever found the strength to venture outside of the comfort of it. And yet, with each night that passed, Danny found himself waiting for Sam’s inevitable knock on the bathroom door leading into Danny’s much less extravagant guest room. He’d smile with faux sheepishness, clutching a pillow and blanket as if Danny’s bed wasn’t regularly replenished with more pillows than could accommodate the number of bodies that could fit in the bed.
“What’s the point of having you stay the whole summer if we’re not gonna hang out the whole time?” Sam had questioned with a wicked grin the third time he’d been let into Danny’s room. He landed hard on Danny’s bed with a bounce and a sigh, falling backwards and covering the expanse of the quilt with his wingspan and long splay of hair. Danny watched and cringed when the dainty roll of his wrist landed squarely on the spot where he had shamefully finished earlier after enduring the glorious torture of Sam spending the evening curled into his side on the living room couch.
“And what’s the point of having a bed all to myself if you’re going to take up two thirds of it every night?” Danny countered, sitting on the plush mattress and laughing when Sam scoffed.
“You just go ahead and tell me when you’re sick of me and I’ll be sure to write it down and not give a shit,” Sam smiled, rolling his head to look Danny straight in the eye. “I mean, this is the point in the summer when I really can’t stand Jake or Josh. I need you to keep me sane.”
“Summer’s not even halfway over yet,” Danny pointed out with an enamored little laugh. “And didn’t you all live here together for, I don’t know, the first 18 years of your life?”
“Nope,” Sam said with a subtle pop on the p. “It was boarding school for the lot of us. A private, no girls allowed sort of affair from, I don’t know, 6th grade to senior year. How do you think me and Jake managed to swing Harvard? All that rigorous private school education.”
“Jake and I,” Danny corrected teasingly. “Must not have been that rigorous.”
“Come on, I would’ve totally let that slide if it were you,” Sam complained. “And not just because you’re a scholarship student.”
“Ooh, harsh,” Danny whispered with the cadence of a fake blow to his ego. Danny had also been a private school kid, matter of fact, but as long as Sam believed he had gotten into Harvard with nothing but a golf scholarship, he figured they’d both be happier.
“I’m only joking,” Sam immediately relented, sitting up and curling his legs under him. “You’re a boy genius or whatever.”
“I’m also terrifically humble,” Danny hummed, faking a little stretch and letting his knee knock against Sam’s. “What were you saying about boarding school?”
“Ugh, nothing really,” Sam said with a dramatic curl of his lip. “Just that my brothers drove me crazy there and they drive me crazy here just the same. They’ve spent their whole stupid lives forcing me to do whatever they want to do. You’ve seen that they’re still convinced they can dress me up like they did when I was 4. And I always end up having to run for stupid tennis balls when they wanna play on the courts. But I’m 21 now, like, maybe I want to call the shots this year.”
“You’re doing a pretty good job at bossing me around,” Danny shrugged casually, trying to play himself off by scooting backwards and leaning back against the pillows he had propped up while waiting for Sam to knock. “If that helps at all.”
Sam looked at him for a long couple of seconds with a completely unreadable expression. It settled into an amused smile with his dark eyebrows arched in surprise, abandoning his seated position to lie on his front and look up at Danny.
“You are so odd,” Sam noted with an air of awe, laughing as he said it. “It does help a little, actually. I mean, fuck you, but, yeah. Maybe you’re right.”
“Were you under the impression that you were entirely passive?” Danny asked, half sincere and half joking. “Were you unaware you’ve got at least 20 people at your disposal at all times when we’re at school?”
Sam laughed a little uncomfortably, caught in a lie that Danny knew he was entirely unaware of. Sam was never quite the damsel and never quite the hero, but he was always pretending he was either one or the other as if it were proven truth. When they’d met, Sam had been a knight in shining armor ready with confidence to shake the world, but after a few months of friendship, he began to intermittently present as a poor, pathetic thing that Danny needed to build back up. It was ridiculous and Danny lapped it up every time. He dreamed about the days when Sam had cornered him at parties only to release him into a throng of his other friends, parading him around to show them all the boy he’d managed to save from poverty and irrelevance.
“Yeah, well,” Sam started, stuttering slightly as he flushed under Danny’s honesty. “Those ‘20 people’ don’t get to come home with me like you do.”
“Was I hand selected for your little summer camp because I’m so easily bossed around?” Danny questioned, another insecure laugh coloring the end of his query.
“No!” Sam blurted defensively. Danny laughed, his nose scrunching with a fit of giggles as Sam stammered and tried to save face.
“I’m just saying I like you better than the people at school,” Sam professed genuinely, reaching up and across to clamp a hand on Danny’s thigh. “I didn’t bring you here to boss you around, sheesh. I brought you with me because, like I said, you bad listener, you keep me sane. And I trust you not to tattle about the whole Jake and Josh outfits thing.”
“I like their fashion shows,” Danny smiled, violently aware of Sam’s hand still on his thigh, heavy and unmoving. “And the stuff they so evilly force you to put on isn’t bad at all.”
“Liar,” Sam grumbled, childishly muffling the bottom half of his face in his palm as he huffed. Danny watched his silent tantrum with affection.
For once, Danny wasn’t really lying. The outfits they trapped Sam into trying on were actually very easy on the eyes for Danny. Twice then the twins had sat Danny down in Josh’s white and tidy room to walk him through the entire inventory of his closet, forcing him to sit and wait patiently when Jake would mad dash to his room next door to pull out identical or similar pieces for them to lecture about and compare. They insisted it was a much needed education for Danny, who frequented polos and straight leg pants instead of the silken dress shirts and embroidered slacks that were apparently much more suited to him. Sam’s recommendations always fell more on the more “daring” side of the fashion spectrum, usually involving glimmering thread, dainty jewelry and, on more than one occasion, a skirt. Josh and Sam would loudly fight over Sam’s consistent refusal of Josh’s “fashion counsel” while Jake stared at Danny like a hawk over his Saint Laurent sunglasses, somehow hearing the dirty thoughts in Danny’s head at the sight of Sam pacing in a sparkling red skirt and trying to expel them with his mind.
“I mean, you wouldn’t tell,” Sam piped up again, suddenly genuinely shy. “About all that. It’s not a big deal here but, I don’t know, people at school might not be as cool about the whole necklaces and…and skirts and shit. It’s whatever but-”
“I promise I won’t,” Danny assured Sam. “I would never.”
“Are you even gonna tell anyone that you came here?”
A split second decision. It changed things.
“I haven’t come at all since I’ve been here, actually, so you have nothing to worry about there,” Danny joked, his cheeks lighting up with warmth at his lie and the crudity of his words. Sam’s face went similarly pink as he let out a single shocked laugh, his hand finally retreating from Danny’s thigh like a slap to the face.
“I see what you did there,” Sam stammered through another nervous laugh. “Very clever. You’re an asshole.”
“You’re an asshole,” Danny echoed meekly, turning his eyes down to a piece of dry skin on his nailbed that he picked at as a horrible minute of quiet passed between them.
He’d gone too far, he was sure of it. Sam would give him another tinny giggle reserved for his friends he didn’t even like, scoop up his blanket and bid Danny a polite goodnight so they could restart in the morning. He was sure of it. Danny wanted to crawl inside of himself and turn off the lights.
Instead.
“Have you really not?” Sam asked, his voice barely audible and muffled slightly by his lips barely moving. He didn’t even look at Danny when he asked it.
“Feels wrong,” Danny answered simply, giving an unassuming little shrug as he finally looked up from his fingers and studied Sam’s face. Sam’s brow was crinkled in thought as he picked at the loose yarn on the top quilt of Danny’s bed, his eyes hidden by his thick fan of lashes.
“So, what, you’re just not gonna do it the whole time you’re here?” Sam teased, still treading very lightly. “You leave in August. That’s a long time.”
“It’s too nice here,” Danny argued, not even pausing to think about what the hell kind of conversation this was. “I’d feel totally weird doing it in this bed. It’s probably a million years old and has a rich history that I’d be disrespecting.”
He hadn’t felt weird about it, actually. In his eyes, he had no choice but to exorcise whatever little demons Sam afflicted him with. In the bed, on the floor by the door, in the bath. On occasion, wiped clean with a handkerchief that Sam had given him as a birthday gift.
“Obviously you don’t have to,” Sam said coolly, his legs now kicked up and absentmindedly moving as he talked. “I don’t want you to freak out on me is all. But, like, I don’t really care either way. Just saying.”
“It kinda sounds like you care,” Danny challenged, his eyes still dragging over Sam and his easy body language. He enjoyed watching the moment it changed. A muscle tensed in his jaw and his shoulders that only Danny ever cared to notice and he watched with quiet thrill as Sam’s expressions shuffled.
“I care about you being comfortable,” Sam replied in a strange, soft tone.
“I’ll just get it out of the way tonight, then,” Danny said calmly, fighting the nervous tremor in his voice. “You can come back for a sleepover tomorrow night. Okay?”
Sam sighed for a long moment and stretched his arms out in front of him on the bed, dramatically face planting and muffling his groan. His legs were still kicking petulantly as Danny stared him down and tried to think of what he was going to do. He rarely did anything Danny suggested he did, and Danny usually had a pretty good grasp on how Sam would act in situations after months of studying his every little move. But this exchange was foreign from the very beginning and Danny felt an anxious, blind itch in his throat as time ticked on between them.
“But I’m so comfortable,” Sam complained into the blanket. “You’re really gonna make me move? In my own home?”
“I’ll do it tomorrow then,” Danny laughed nervously. It seemed like the only thing he remembered how to do now that he was riding entirely on his reflexes.
“Well, I’m gonna wanna sleepover tomorrow, too,” Sam murmured, his head turning so he was facing Danny’s pajamaed leg. “I said I wanna hang out.”
“Sam,” Danny rasped, the last ghost of his laugh settling into a rattling exhale that sent them into another silent spell. His heart was buzzing like a hummingbird inside his chest, which felt porcelain thin and ready to crumble.
“It’s only weird if you make it weird,” Sam whispered, his lips starting to spread into a muted, impish smile as he finally looked up at Danny. “I’m just, I don’t know, curious now that I’m thinking about it.”
“How do you know this won’t be the thing I tell people when we go back to school?” Danny challenged.
He wanted to bite his tongue in half after he’d said it. This was exactly what he wanted, wasn’t it? From the moment he’d spotted Sam through the car window on freshman year move in day, Danny had wanted little else but to bend to his every whim. Now here he was, perfectly in the palm of Sam’s hand, and he was aching to stop it for some reason beyond his understanding.
He’d figure it out later on. Deep down, Danny knew that once he had Sam like this, he would never really be able to stop whatever kind of obsession he’d been diving in over the duration of the school year. He would drop like a stone and touch the bottom and never feel the warmth of moderation and sanity ever again.
“You like me, Danny. You know I know that.”
Goodbye to the world up above. Hello to the refreshing darkness of nothing but Sam, Sam, Sam.
Danny froze, then remembered to breathe, and then he was hard. Sam’s words slammed into him while Sam lay there like nothing had been revealed but the smile on his face.
“I’m not dumb,” Sam flirted. “And you’re not dumb. I haven’t been easy on you since you’ve been here but, come on, not just anyone gets an invitation to Saltburn with me. You have to know at this point that maybe, I also, I don’t know…you know what I’m trying to say.”
“Sam-”
“We don’t have to talk about anything,” Sam interjected quickly. “And you’re not going to tell anyone, I know that much. Just…I wanna see you. And it’ll give you a little taste of my boarding school experience, actually. Circle jerks were totally a bonding thing. It’ll make us closer. I wanna be closer.”
“You’re a little desperate, aren’t you?” Danny asked quietly and very hypocritically. “You’re not even pent up enough to be nagging me like this.”
“And how would you know that?”
“You took a bath last night. You’re not exactly quiet. Honestly, dude, after this conversation, I’m starting to think that you want me to hear you.”
Sam’s mouth snapped shut and a flush bloomed high on his cheeks as he and Danny stared each other down. The thick tension in the air stretched and groaned. Danny was visibly straining in his thin summertime pajama pants as he adjusted slightly and waited for Sam to say something. Anything.
“Yeah, you’re right,” Sam admitted casually, sniffing and shrugging awkwardly while balanced on his elbows. “Only ‘cause I know you’ll be listening.”
“Fuck,” Danny breathed with his voice cracking, his hand unconsciously going to grasp at his clothed dick for any kind of relief from the weight of Sam’s words. Sam watched it happen and blinked patiently, lazily resting his chin in the palm of his hand like he was settling in to watch a movie. His dark eyes flicked up to Danny expectantly, a silent “Well? Go on.” that Danny received loud and clear.
If the rest of the world was already putting on a performance for Sam, Danny decided that he might as well be his favorite actor.
“I really do like you,” Danny admitted nervously, forcing the words out as he awkwardly shimmied his pants down and freed his dick into his palm. Sam’s eyes widened ever so slightly as they wandered over Danny’s lower stomach and the dark trail of hair that led to his cock, which Danny had begun to very slowly stroke with his hand shaking slightly.
“Jesus,” Sam muttered, exhaling a silent laugh through his nose. “Didn’t expect you to be so well endowed.”
“Did you hear what I said?”
“Yeah. I already told you I know.”
“I thought you might have more to say.”
“Man, can’t we just leave that alone for a second?” Sam asked snippily, his hips rolling against the mattress as he let out a frustrated breath. “Fuck’s sake. Just keep going.”
Danny complied with a slight sting to his feelings, his pace increasing and his lips pressing together obediently to keep himself from prying further. A few minutes of silent touching and hip rocking passed before a barely contained noise escaped Sam’s lips and he let out yet another annoyed sigh.
“Talk to me,” Sam whined, reaching out again and digging his fingers into Danny’s thigh where it was still covered by fabric. Danny’s hips bucked slightly in response and he desperately tried to unclog his thoughts from the steady, blurry stream of Sam memories he’d gotten lost in like he usually did. Then he realized that might be exactly what Sam wanted to hear about.
“Sorry,” Danny apologized. “I, I was thinking about you.”
“What about me?” Sam asked with a thin, reedy voice as a hand disappeared under his groin, soon followed by the sight of his pants being pushed down around his ankles. Curiously enough, he didn’t remove his briefs.
“Everything,” Danny replied truthfully, his eyes rolling slightly as he slowed his pace and enjoyed the infuriating simmer of pleasure rolling on his skin. “I like everything about you. How you cut your hair, how you look in the sun…I, uh, I like your body.”
Danny felt a palpable strain from the muscles in his stomach as he fought the urge to tell Sam the actual extent of what “everything” was.
Danny did like Sam’s hair; he liked it so much that he’d slowly begun to use his shampoo so he could smell its sweetness on his pillow and pretend it was left there by Sam himself.
Danny did like Sam in the sun; he specifically liked the sweat that rolled down his skin so he could picture licking it up with a dutiful curl of his tongue.
Danny did like Sam’s body; he liked the tension and repose of it through his first story dorm window, which was perfectly placed and never curtained so Danny could kneel and observe without obstruction.
“More,” Sam begged, his hand still holding fast to Danny as they both began to pant and shudder.
“You’re a brat,” Danny complained right back. Sam shivered appropriately at the title, muffling his mouth with his hand and his head falling forward right after. His hair fell in a chestnut curtain and hid his expression from Danny, which he immediately missed. His hips continued to grind into the mattress and his rhythm was growing erratic and sore. Danny grinned wide at his response, allowing himself the luxury of quickening his pace on himself now that he’d given Sam something. He’d known it would land. He knew what kind of porn Sam watched.
It’s why Danny felt confident in reaching out and running his fingers along the silky crown of Sam’s hair before lightly tugging to yank Sam’s head back up, where he was met with the satisfying sight of Sam gawking at him with round eyes and his (what appeared to be freshly bitten) lips ajar.
“Thought you wanted to watch?” Danny taunted weakly, struggling to evoke any semblance of dominance while he felt his orgasm begin to creep up on him after struggling to stave it off for as long as possible. When it came to Sam, he was used to finishing fast.
“Fuck off,” Sam whimpered, his brow crinkling in concentration as he let himself be held up by Danny’s gentle grip on him. His rutting into the mattress quickened before suddenly petering out as Sam’s chin tipped upwards and his nose gently brushed against Danny’s inner forearm. His eyes fluttered close and splayed his dark lashes as he drew in a shivering breath and then let out a choked little laugh.
“You’re wearing my cologne,” Sam rasped tonelessly.
A small thread of panic wound around Danny, but his body alchemized it into lustful adrenaline and he took Sam’s revelation with a groan. He was seconds away now, and he knew where he wanted it to end.
“You love it,” Danny growled, his arm burning with overexertion as he welcomed the familiar, buzzing warmth that was taking over his senses. He fuzzily pondered the etiquette of this situation when it came to telling Sam he was close, but his impulses quickly won over verbal communication. Danny felt himself gripping Sam’s hair a little tighter and pulling him slightly forward, losing himself in the white hot ecstasy of his high as he spilled over onto his hand and, as he’d find when he finally opened his eyes, Sam’s cheek and chin. Sam gasped at the contact and Danny let go of him, his own head falling backwards against the oak headboard as he attempted to catch his breath. He stared up at the ornate ceiling as his cheeks burned with uncomfortable heat.
Moments like these were the rare ones where Sam faded to the edges of Danny’s thoughts along with everything else, and Sam took the silence from Danny as an opportunity to jostle the bed for a few more thrusts before giving a simpering, keening whine that signaled his own end. Danny’s ears perked at the familiar noise and snapped his head back down to look at Sam, who was looking right back at him wearing a mask of bleary afterglow. He was panting ever so slightly with watery eyes that stuck his lashes together and turned them cartoonishly starry. Danny quickly noted the glossy cum painting the lower half of Sam’s face and felt the air get punched out of his lungs, drawing in a choked breath as his hand drifted up on instinct. His thumb made keen contact with Sam’s lower lip and brushed it gently, pressing into the smooth pink flesh and collecting his release as his thumb swiped across. As he did so, Sam’s mouth slowly fell agape while his brows knit slightly, allowing access for Danny to wipe his thumb against Sam's tongue. Sam let out a small, barely audible gag before closing his mouth and continuing a stubborn eye contact with Danny as he swallowed, his adam's apple bobbing while Danny let a fulfilled smile tint his face.
Allowing himself to indulge in this spell of arrogance, Danny’s hand balled the collar of Sam’s sleep shirt and tugged so that Sam stumbled forward and crawled reflexively over Danny. When they were face to face, Danny eagerly leaned in and dragged his tongue up Sam’s chin and cheek, trying not to groan at the combined sensation of Sam’s skin pressing against his tongue and the taste of it mixing with the cum. One of Sam’s hands came up and clenched Danny’s shoulder for stability as he shuddered in Danny’s grip, letting out a hurried exhale as Danny’s lips remained on him. His tongue retreated and instead he pressed a kiss to Sam’s sweaty, now spit slick cheek. His eyes closed contemplatively while the both of them did nothing but breathe erratically and cling to each other.
Sam soon turned his head so that his mouth came to rest against Danny’s lips, hesitating slightly before fully driving them into a proper kiss. It was slick and clumsy despite Sam’s professions of frequent sexual conquests, but Danny was convinced that he’d never felt a sensation more euphoric and deliciously numbing. Danny cupped Sam’s face in his hands as they fumbled their way through a couple of inept yet long lasting kisses.
It was Sam who pulled away first, leaning back on Danny’s thighs and wiping his mouth and face with the back of his hand while Danny blearily watched him. He could see the wet patch on Sam’s otherwise clean white briefs and focused his energy on remembering it for later when he’d reflect on this exchange with his dick in his hand again. Sam blinked dumbly as the aftershock settled over them before he finally cleared his throat and looked everywhere but Danny’s eyes.
“Well,” Sam exhaled with a short, hoarse laugh. “Wow.”
“Yeah,” Danny replied, his voice still airy with awe at his luck. “Fuck.”
“I…um, I’ll let you go for the night,” Sam announced, lingering a second longer before moving off of Danny and sheepishly collecting his pants and pillow. He stood with slightly shaky legs and smiled down at Danny, who stared back with a questioning look.
“No sleepover?” Danny asked pathetically, pulling his pants back up and pulling his knees to his chest to try and hide the second wind of his erection at the realization that Sam was clearly about to forget his blanket.
“Nah,” Sam said, staring at his socks before offering another unstable smile. “This was fun, though. Seriously. Didn’t peg you as such a kinky motherfucker.”
“That’s me,” Danny joked weakly. “Hey, uh, are we cool?”
“Very cool,” Sam promised, winking at Danny before flouncing off towards the bathroom door. “Night!”
“Night,” Danny called after him. The door shut with a click of the lock behind Sam, and Danny didn’t hesitate to instantly melt back into his seat of pillows with his hands over his face. His dick was already aching for attention again already as he tried to steady his breathing and process the last hour.
Danny’s mind immediately began to wage war against him.
He had him. He had Sam. Finally.
Sam had been here with him in a way he had only ever fantasized about, but at the same time, he had just merrily walked away from the huge thing they’d wound up that would have to be untangled by the both of them, preferably as soon as possible.
Why didn’t Sam want to stay the night with him anymore?
Now that they had gotten the experimenting out of the way, would that be the last time anything like that ever happened?
Did Sam even like it?
Did Sam even like him?
Danny slid down the pillows and pulled Sam’s blanket over his head, gripping it tightly and breathing in the spiced scent of him to try and clear his head while also attempting to hide himself from Sam, the room, and, if he was lucky, the world. Things suddenly felt very lonely at the bottom of his mind.
Then, there came a sound to the right of Danny. It pushed through the wall, familiar and relieving. Pressurized water rushing out of the faucet and spilling loudly, warbling and muffling itself as the minutes passed and the porcelain tub began to fill. After a memorized amount of time, the faucet fell silent and Danny lay there trying to quell the sound of his own breathing so his ears could properly strain to hear what he knew was coming next.
There came an unexpected second sound that didn’t require any strain at all to hear.
The sound of a lock unclicking.
Danny removed the blanket from his eyes and sat up to see that the bathroom door was now scarcely ajar, allowing for a golden slice of light to cut across the dark hardwood flooring and the maroon persian rug.
Danny felt the smile return to his face as he saw the light bob in and out of shadow with movement from within the bathroom, tossing the blanket off him and swinging his legs over the side of the bed so he could quietly pad towards the light. Danny now properly understood the value of Sam’s invitations, and he felt no hesitation walking right in with a newfound air of confidence.
Especially now that he had so much to prove.
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#yes i did have my saltburn playlist blaring while i typed this up in a blind haze#yes it helped a lot#yes im obsessed with this#yes i dont expect a lot of people to be fully down with it but WHATEVS i like it and its not real yknow#its just a little random fiction world i dont actually think danny is lowkey a weirdo#i mean i hope he is but#gvf#greta van fleet#danny wagner#sam kiszka#myart#karoufiction
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Not all women would be happier if they were lesbians. But Taylor swift would be.
#rip Taylor you would have looooved writing shitty pop that ends up on playlists called sapphiccore.#you would have LOVED saying vaguely gender essentialist things about women under the guise of and this is why lesbianism rocks.#you know the like. fanfic paragraph about man kissing a man for the first time. she would get so much mileage out of fanfic paragraph about#a woman kissing a woman for the first time.#this train of thought. brought to you by. going. girl is your new man intellectually stimulating you? don’t you miss the weirdo mind games?#then going. why am I estimating Taylor swifts floor for intellectual stimulation to be a High Number.#THEN going she would love to say pseudo intellectual shit about dating women. and the woman in question is every tiktok normie femme lesbian#you’ve ever seen#femme doing a lot of work here. I mean Notmal Worman
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#i need to say this somewhere. like. tangible where people can see it and so im not alone or something#and i cant do it on twitter for reasons#and i cant do it on bluesky for reasons#and i cant really talk to anyone one on one for reasons#so i have this friend. and at first they were just really cool and funny but i shouldve fucking known better#because this happens to me so goddamn often#fell in love with them#because OF COURSE i did#but its almost impossible for us to be together. for reasons.#and at first i was okay with that and i still kind of am because having them as a friend is also amazing#like genuinely theyre a wonderful friend#but part of me also is in so much fucking pain over it like its starting to physically hurt me#im writing poetry abt this guy i made a playlist i made a pinterest board im fucking cooked#and every time i talk to him i feel like i fumbled it all#i havent yet i just have issues that convince me i did but so far we're still really close#i just overreact#im still so scared that one day theyre gonna go “actually youre a creep fucking weirdo and im not talking to you any more” im fucking#im so sure its gonna happen#theyre gonna notice eventually if they havent already#and then im really gonna be fucked#i just hope i dont annoy them as much as i fear i do and i hope they like talking to me as much as i like talking to them and#yeah#im kind of down bad#in the worst way
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hey i think you said a couple of times that blitzers had theatre kid energy and i really love it (i discovered them through macarena a couple of weeks ago and have been obsessed with it since then) !! do you by any chance know any groups/soloists (regardless the generation or gender) who have some songs with this theatre kid vibes ?? i think we just need more goofy songs in our lives. all in all thank you for making me take an interest in blitzers and i hope you have a very nice day 🤍
MY AGENDA REVEALED!!!!!!!!! yes i DO have some recommendations for you!! firstly i MUST recommend my other stupid boys trendz, their actual performances aren't as goofy as blitzers but they are excellent performers and goofy as hell offstage in the dumbest ways you can imagine. my favourite thing is that they started doing 'c' versions of their mvs where they just. do stupid shit filmed on like, the manager's iphone. the c ver for my way actually just dropped a couple of days ago actually here i will link it so you can watch them be stupid:
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obvs there's orange caramel but you likely already know about them. there tend to be less goofy releases from ggs in general but also the ones that do exist are kinda.......teehee i'm just a dumb girl and personally i do not like that. others: yena (her first two releases are fun and silly), dkb (laddest of lad energy. watch their peak time performances they're a very good intro into them (team 08:00)), a.c.e (it's always a.c.e promo hours, take me higher is THE summer song, also down), onewe (they're a band sshhh but they did a 2pm heartbeat DANCE cover for some reason and went so much harder than they needed to), onf (truly a group of losers (complimentary)), golden child (not always so goofy BUT they still do story mvs!), ghost9 (also on peak time, team 14:00), cravity (excellent roster of banger songs with stupid names: party rock, boogie woogie, groovy, and now dilly dally! also some really unhinged tiktoks of that's your thing). i mean there's also like. shinee and exo, but we all know about them. back in the olden days most groups were much more loser-ish (complimentary) bc they were actually composed of theatre kids, instead of all these wannabe influencers that debut now. we used to be a COUNTRY smh.
#actual real good performers are always losers bc you have to be dedicated to the CRAFT#and that requires a weirdo with no work life balance and just general unhinged behaviour. see: taemin#not somebody who just wants to be famous thru whatever means they can#companies need to be casting losers again im tired of influencer face!!! where are my stupid guys!!!#i think i have a couple playlists of fun upbeat songs somewhere if you want them too#kpop questions#wait if you just got into blitzers you didnt see their stupid music show pics era!!! that's so sad i hope youve found them#text#answers
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[HPHM] Tristan Cromwell Playlist
Tristan Cromwell is the youngest member of the Cromwell Clan, and therefore the youngest of Carewyn Cromwell's cousins. Despite this, being the only son of Carewyn's uncle, Blaise Cromwell, who took over leadership of the Clan after Charles's imprisonment and death, Tristan is also intended to inherit the role of Clan patriarch from Blaise once he becomes an adult. This is complicated, however, by Blaise's suffocating, controlling, abusive parenting, which results in Tristan being dreadfully sheltered, eccentric, entitled, condescending, and lacking in both social skills and basic politeness. Fortunately Tristan isn't completely hopeless. When Carewyn first meets him, it becomes clear to her that for all his faults, Tristan is an incredibly creative, yet lonely person who is desperate for love and approval. And because Blaise has always been the most important person in his life, Tristan longs to make his father proud and take care of him and the rest of his family the way he's expected to. This includes mending the rift between the Clan and Lane, Jacob and Carewyn. Somewhere along the line, Tristan internalized a lesson about love that Blaise never did, which was that love at its core is selfless and longs to make others happy instead of just yourself -- and so Tristan wants his family reunited not out of possessiveness like Blaise, but out of a strong sense of duty to and caring for his loved ones. Tristan's focus on the feelings of others may be linked to his strong interest in both creature and animal anatomy, which eventually earns him an internship with the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures and (later) helps him pursue a career as a Healer specializing in the care of magical creatures. Like all other Cromwells as well, Tristan has a deep love and passion for music. Unlike the others, though, Tristan's musical talent isn't best expressed vocally, but at the piano, which he mastered over the course of many long, lonely years trapped inside the Cromwell Manor with no one his age for company.
"This is Halloween (cover)" by Marilyn Manson
"Victor's Piano Solo" from Corpse Bride
"There's a Good Reason the Tables are Numbered Honey" by Panic! at the Disco
"Paint It Black" by the Rolling Stones
"Waiting on a Miracle (cover)" by Scott Shattuck
"Learn to be Lonely" by Minnie Driver
"Misfit" by Curiosity Killed the Cat
"Boulevard of Broken Dreams" by Green Day
"Shatter Me" by Lindsey Stirling ft. Lzzy Hale
"Because of You (cover)" by Stephen Scaccia
"Welcome to the Black Parade" by My Chemical Romance
#okay sorry not sorry I couldn't resist putting this together for carewyn's gangling goth bb cousin!#I actually have always loved the goth aesthetic so it kind of broke my heart that I didn't like ismelda more as a character#because I wanted to stan a hogwarts goth kid so much ;~;#I like beatrice a bit more at least XD#but yeah anyway I had a lot of fun assembling this <3#tristan would've 150% been that weirdo tim burton kid if he'd grown up in the muggle world#he's really not violent at all -- just really eccentric and fascinated by skeletons#but he's just mischievous and arrogant enough that he wouldn't care if people were scared of him because of his interests#he'd probably just be like 'well f*** them I'm gonna be the head of the cromwell clan someday so I'm better than them anyway'#it's kind of hilarious how tristan can be so under his father's foot but when it comes to everyone else he's just like 'whatever loser'#fortunately over time I do see his more sensitive side coming out as his circle of associates grows#tristan cromwell#moodboard#aesthetic#playlist#blaise cromwell#carewyn cromwell
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I have made three ship playlists and I'm making three more. And they're all Owynn ships.
Perhaps I should find a new hobby.
#fnafhs#technically four. since I have an eakoweddy one I'm making#but that one is just for me so I don't count it as worth sharing#at least I have my fox/deuz playlist. so I can care about more ships than just owynn ships still#I'm just very obsessed with this weirdo
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i might get into black metal....we shall see
#first time listening to ayhem-may was on a [drumroll] mal from descendants playlist i made in order to trick myself into listening to it#and i gotta say ... i enjoyed it 🫀#now comes the part where i weed out the weirdos! reddit has been helpful so far and i might make an account just for keeping up w bands#might. strong might. strong maybe#but eugh i havent done Enough listening in my lifetime i deserve to have heavy crunchy noise for my day 2 day life. i deserve that
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Music tag! Thanks for the tag!!!! @haahka
rules: put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs that come up and tag 10 people (if you want to participate you can tag me as your reason)
I used my Stim Songs playlist bcs it’s all I listen to anymore. I’m not putting all my music on shuffle idk a large portion of it.
1) that friend - Mad Tsai (we’re off to a very emo start)
2) better now - FLASCH
3) I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE - Måneskin (it’s catchy hush)
4) be free - KB (of onlyoneof)
5) Rainy Days - V (of BTS)
6) I Wanna Be Your High - Chad Tepper Feat. DREAMERS (my music doesn’t know what a set genre is)
7) Oh Ana -Mother Mother
8) Jenny (I Wanna Ruin Our Friendship) - Studio Killers
9) Worst To Me - Noah Davis (again. Catchy.)
10) Mixtape: Time Out - Stray Kids
I. I have no excuses. My playlist is seriously this random. This would be a no skip shuffle for me tho.
#hi my birb friend!!!#tag game#about the weirdo who runs this blog#I legit love tag game so never hesitate to tag me!!#have fun with this info.#my stim song playlist is just any music that scratches my brain or makes me stim.#it’s 41 hours and 28 minutes long. I jumps from hella emo to nostalgic songs to random songs I heard on tiktok.#there really is no rhyme or reason.
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so maybe this is a me thing but i think the song brainwashed by waterparks is so kl and i would like your opinion on it
it's klance in the way that like....every song about being into someone can be a klance song GKFDHGKS which i don't fault you for! that's a good chunk of my and juno's kl playlist lol. frankly i think this song is a fine klance song however the singer and the lyrics are annoying me too much for me to really put stock in it though IM SORRY
#idk why its not like i dont have waterparks songs on my kl playlist already???#something about 'do you wanna keep me on lock though' in particular is pissing me off. lol#asks🌟#sorryif im being too rude im not trying to im really being like a weirdo rn
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the thing I need you to understand about my love for rogue picking up, carrying, and throwing people is that in my head they all react like this:
#look I am aware the west coast is not the south here's the thing. I laughed.#I need a crack tag.#&. unfortunately i got two left feet .& (playlist)#I'm gonna try to get to drafts tonight but the rsd is REALLY roughing me up#so if I have a high anxiety night I will probably go offline so that I don't start being a weirdo and/or jerk about it#as it often does near the beginning of hyperfixations. sigh. whine. why isn't understanding a mental pattern enough why do I have to feel i#kiss kiss take excellent care of yourselves and each other. or else.#Spotify
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I love when soundtracks have super distinctive leitmotifs but it does make me sad that it makes some banger pieces impossible to include in story/character playlists.
#Like I can't take the Mandalorian theme and apply it to my blorbo#which means it will never come up on shuffle when i put one of my story playlists on#which is most of the time#and even in my more generic playlists - they're so massive that things which aren't in story playlists get lost#instead I have to actively remember 'oh hey the mandalorian theme slaps' and then manually put it on like some kind of weirdo#anyway this is an insanely specific and silly problem I have and now YOU get to hear about it#rambles
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crux song
#theyre just my fucking weirdo noise oc apparently. i also have what like. perfect nothing and in perfect hindsight on their playlist.#its just noises#crux tag#music#mine#Spotify
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I am not the asshole, and I think this whole thing is stupid, but I was promised that if I sent my side of things to this blog I could pick the hotel for our honeymoon, and I am marrying a man who once tried to take me BACKPACKING of all things, so this ask has become a necessity. In light of that:
AITA (I'm NOT) for planning the seating for our wedding in a logical way?
I got engaged in June, apparently in part because of my partner writing in to this blog (I don't know how to find or link to his posts, but I'm the man who got the cat to bite him, if that rings any bells?). At any rate, for the past ten weeks, I've been in the beginning stages of planning our wedding with my fiance, whom I have been secretly attempting to remove from the planning process as much as possible. I have ALREADY been given a list of his must-haves, and I AM incorporating as many of them as our budget allows. This has NOTHING to do with the emotional side of the event, and EVERYTHING to do with the fact that this is an idiot with no real planning experience or taste who thinks he knows more than me.
For the most part, this has worked very well. I'm the one who's been collating all the contact information for things, so I just replaced all the emails for the tacky companies with false addresses, responded to his inquiries as the companies to say the date was already booked or the price was outside our budget, and let him filter his way to the ones I DO like on his own. I also made a fuss about being "willing to compromise" on the few things he's picked I'm completely fine with in the hopes I can use it to make him compromise later, and have been humming portions of the songs I want on the playlist in the hopes he'll think he came up with the idea to include them himself.
None of this is the real problem. The PROBLEM is that he is deliberately ruining my seating chart, by moving our horrible friend's seat when I'm not looking.
The man in question dated both of us at one point in our VERY early 20s (both ended BADLY), is generally the messiest person we know, and will almost certainly get sloppy drunk and try to make a speech IF he does make an appearance. I'm banking on the fact that he won't, because he's also ridiculously wealthy, and will almost certainly send us some very lavish gift in lieu of coming.
He is SUPPOSED to be sitting beside my fiances aunt, at the same table as his grandmother, his work friend, and her girlfriend, because all four of these women are stone cold terrors who I believe are more than capable of keeping him in line on the slim chance he does come. My fiance INSISTS they won't be able to have any fun if they're running interference all night, and keeps moving him to sit at the head table instead. You know, where WE are. I finally caught him switching the label magnets on my planning board last night, and confronted him.
I tried leveraging how much I've been compromising already, that he's almost certainly going to RSVP no, and that I shouldn't have to deal with him on our big night. My fiance said he knew about all the fake emailing and such, and told me, and I QUOTE: "Look, the mind game shit was hot when it was just about the colour scheme or whatever, but I actually care about this. So you can suffer with everybody else, or you can do the normal thing and not invite a guy you hate to our wedding, you weirdo."
I said that if I did that, it would take out half his groomsmen, he called me an asshole and said I should go explain this to "literally any rational adult" so they could tell me I was in the wrong, and now here we are.
Would you recommend calling my fiance's bluff, since he doesn't want the man sitting near us either? Or should I focus on ensuring he'll turn down the invitation no matter what, so the matter of where he WON'T be sitting can be a moot point?
What are these acronyms?
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