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erebusbored · 7 months ago
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My interpretation of them at a party
Part 2
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t4tozier · 4 months ago
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Hi we're activating something in me that should've stayed buried but. Y'know that romcom cliche of city girl who meets this gruff secretly heart of gold country boy who like. Shows her money isn't everything?
Well. Porter doesn't do the money isn't everything but he sure shows Jace that sometimes the hot guy at the country bnb actually rides cock better than you do and you have to grapple with the reality of that.
Sorry who said that.
YOU SAID THAT. and i’m clapping and cheering you on.
no because he can see in the way porter moves his hips when he does the mechanical bull, when he’s line dancing, that he knows what tf he’s doing when it comes to sex. and he hates his stupid boots and his stupid hat and his stupid slow drawl that sends all the blood straight to his cock—
and he ends up taking porter back to his tiny little motel room and he expects him to flip him over and take what he wants but then porter’s getting on his knees, taking jace’s cock into his mouth and looking up at him with those gorgeous melted chocolate eyes and oh, jace can work with this.
he takes his time opening porter up, reveling in the way he sounds when he goes, “aw, hell, fuck, baby—“ and muffles his moans in the cheap thin pillows they’ve got (they don’t do a good job)
it’s not jace’s first time topping, but he’s not used to topping guys bigger than him, so it takes a little bit of maneuvering—but porter clearly has experience. it shouldn’t be as hot as it is for porter to flip jace onto his back and the next second sink back down onto his dick, groaning and running a hand up his massive cock as he rocks his ass down against jace’s hips. he does something with his legs or his ass or his hips—jace has no fucking clue, but it has him seeing stars as porter just keeps riding like he’s a fucking bronco.
and when they’re finally finished, jace just stares up at the ceiling having an existential crisis over being ridden into next week by this massive cowboy who’s currently snoring up with his leg hooked over jace’s waist.
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sherylhooper · 4 months ago
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If BNHA ends like Naruto did and Izuocha becomes new Naruhina, I'd better start stocking up bottles of wine to get fucking drunk!!
I swear to god, if this manga ends in such underwhelming way, I'll have to ask mangakas how do they manage to fucking do that!! Cuz there has to be some kind of bullshitery skill!
AOT, Tokyo Ghoul, Naruto, etc.. many, many manga has ended in such way and honestly, I think it'a time that even after years I really should get used to Code Geass having THE BEST ENDING in anime history (ft. Kimetsu no Yaiba, kind of, but then again the author is a woman and she rockes for it, even if it was kinda rushed).
Lelouch, you and Suzaku's ending will always be iconic, fr. Imagine dying at your bff's hands while you also make him take up your secret identity. King Emperor behavior!
Once again, Hiroshiki wtf are you doing with the ending???
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m0rgu3pr1ncess · 15 days ago
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i miss taking 90 xans and being high for two whole days 😓😓
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I hope that I haven’t made him uncomfortable. I really just hope that he will give it to me straight (or gay idc it’s pride month and I’m a faggot so ) about whether or not we can be a thing. We both haven’t ever had a relationship before but like I really hope he can be part of more of my firsts, and hopefully not my first rejection. He’s already my first major crush; the first high school party I was invited too, the first guy my parents asked me if we were dating, the first guy to make my body ache with how intensly I care for him. God if anything I would really like if not for a relationship, then to stay good friends and have it not be awkward between us like a gaping wound. I prolly need some sleep my everything aches with yearning for a reply, and I hope that everything turns out okay for me even if it hurts in the moment.
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80s-reject · 1 year ago
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i don't know if i'm manic, depressed or simply hormonal
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too-much-imagination · 1 year ago
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I want to go to a party and get drunk and dance and laugh and meet new people and have deep conversations but then go dancing again and don’t give a fuck.
I hope my summer will look at least a bit like that.
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nyxi-pixie · 6 months ago
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me when in your basement i grow cold
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adriles · 1 year ago
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when we’re done with our overwhelming grief we’ll eat i guess
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stitchedgrave · 11 months ago
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I'm so extremely tired and I just want somewhere to rest without judgements from myself, everything is so hard I wanted my brain to stop this shit
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bluerosefox · 6 months ago
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Always Favors You
Another Sibling Danny and Jason idea!!
"Are you Jason Peter Todd?!" demanded a deep and commanding tone from the strange glowing being in front of them.
All the Bats stiffened and tensed, no doubt gearing up for a fight against the being that somehow knew Red Hood's full name.
Jason, Red Hood, decided to put on a brave front despite no doubt cursing in his head and wondering how the heck did this thing know his full freaking name.
"Whose asking." he snarled out, his hands twitching for his gun when the huge glowing knight with purple flames coming out of his helmet and cape, who was riding on a nightmare looking horse while they all had been in the cave going over tonight's patrol.
The Knight didn't seemed bothered by his response nor did he even seem to care or flinch when Batman made his own demand on 'Why was he there and who was he' or when Damian unsheathed his sword and pointed it towards him. Instead the strange glowing Knight reached to it side and pulled out... A glowing scroll? Huh. (Also he completely unnerved everyone in the room when the Knight didn't even react when Batman had tossed a Baterang when he reached for his side)
The Knight opened the scroll and spoke clearly with purpose.
"Jason Peter Todd,
You are hereby invited as a special guest of honor to the crowning of our future King of the Infinite Realms.
Daniel Phantom, once Daniel Jackson Fenton, and once Daniel Austen Todd.
Prince of the Infinite Realms, the Keeper of Balance, The Peacekeeping Halfa, the Defeater of the Tyrant King Pariah Dark, The Great One, Youngest of the Ancients, Ancient of Space, The Bridge between Life and Death.
You, the half-brother of our King, have been given the highest of honors for your past actions and will be given housing and food in the Realms and Phantom's Keep, for the week long event. Personal servants and attendants will be at your disposal and a seamstress will be on hand to tailor make your attire for the Coronation.
Signed: Clockwork. Ancient of Time. Watcher of the Infinite Timeline. Kronos. Mentor and Adviser.
PS: I shall have Fright Knight ("Me" the Knight bluntly said for a second) leave this scroll along with a personal one for you from Daniel to read over and once you make up your mind sign the bottom of the scroll.
I do hope in time you will pick the right choice Jason Todd, we of the Infinite Realms would like to reward you for your actions. After all, if you hadn't gotten young Daniel away from your father that night all those years ago, we would never had gained our Prince nor be free from our once Tyrant King.
Ah, one more thing.
The Infinite Realms will always favor you Jason."
Jason felt like he couldn't breath as Fright Knight? Rolled up the scroll, pulled a letter from his side, and held out the two items for him to take.
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dirtgrubber · 7 months ago
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they’re so silly
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deadsetobsessions · 10 months ago
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Alley Drunk! Danny AU- Part 1
[Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4]
To not turn into a giant raging asshole hell bent on murdering people and destroying the world after everyone he loved died, Danny had ran from Amity with his chosen vice.
A bottle. That’s right. Even after Jazz’s talks about alcoholism as a poor coping mechanism as a form of self harm, he still chose alcohol. Or maybe that’s why he picked it, because it reminded him of her, right before the booze took the sting of grief off of her memory. He was never really all that good at listening to Jazz.
And now she’s gone, so it’s moot point. Danny really hated Nasty Burger.
Danny made it all the way to Gotham, bottle constantly glued to his hand. It’s better than Vlad’s creep-o-self looming over him all of the time. He bummed out on the streets, fitting into crime alley like a native. Danny learned to pickpocket. Not much, just enough for a bottle when his ran out. He stayed human. At first he tried to convince himself that it was because he didn’t want to be perceived as a meta in a city where Batman notoriously disliked metas. Then, as he sunk deeper, he admitted to himself in a shameful curl of a whisper that it was really because alcohol affected his human side much easier.
Ghosts need an ungodly amount of alcohol to even get slightly buzzed. Danny’s human side? Only one full bottle the shittiest tequila he could find could even hope to be more than buzzed. It sucked.
He’s spent two years being an alcoholic that didn’t actually get that drunk. Technically, underage drinking was a crime. But then again, so was being a vigilante ghost. So, whatever. He does what he can to dull the grief. Mostly, he slept on covered and hidden nooks on top of Crime Alley’s roofs. Gotham city had taken pity on him and cleared her smog clouds when he was awake at night. Stargazing helped, at least. It gave him a little hope. It gave him a little wish to change and better and live like he wants. But then the night ends and when the day comes, Jazz isn’t there. Sam isn’t there. Tucker isn’t there. His mom and dad are not there.
Danny always went back to the bottle, in the end. Not that it did much.
Which was why, when he saw three looming figures over a tiny child, Danny’s saving people thing flared with a vengeance and his surprised ectoplasm burned what little buzz he had achieved by downing most of the bottle away, leaving him stone cold sober and pissed.
Danny sighed, dumping the rest of the nasty tasting liquid out. There’s no point drinking that little.
He approached the trio, who were beating up an actual child. Ancients, he hated Crime Alley sometimes.
“Give me your shit, you little punk!” Asshole 1 decided to say like a typical mugger, raising his leg to kick the curled up kid below. Danny doesn’t let him land the kick, smashing the bottle on the asshole’s head before any of them clocked his presence. He pivots, pushing a bit of that extra strength he normally keeps on a tight leash into his hands, and punched the other two in a quick fashion, knocking them out.
With that taken care of, Danny turned back to the kid who was still curled up. Danny sighed again, the trembles in small shoulders plucking on his heartstrings.
“You okay, kid?”
The kid uncurls, and Danny stared. Holy shit, is he looking into a mirror? Blue eyes, black hair, and tanned skin. Holy shit, he’s even got similar jaws to Danny.
“Huh.”
The kid flinched.
“Y-y’er the drunk,” the kid flinched again, eyes darting to the broken bottle still clenched in Danny’s hand. “I- I ain’t got money, honest. Please-”
Danny blinked down at the kid, brain connecting the dots after so long without actual interaction. He’s panicking and staring at the bottle in Danny’s hand like it’ll kill him. Danny raised the bottle and the kid closed his mouth with a click, terror worming its way into the kid’s eyes.
“I wasn’t going to mug you myself, kid.”
“But- y’er the- the Alley drunk.”
Danny blinked. Did he get a reputation without knowing again? Goddammit.
“I guess. Am I famous or somethin’?”
“Nobody- nobody fucks wit’ ya.”
“I also don’t hurt kids.”
“…”
The kid stared at him dubiously and with a sinking feeling, Danny realized that maybe the kid already had some terrible experiences with a heavy drunken hand. He promptly chucks the bottle further into the alley.
“I drink, yes. But I’m also not the kind of scum that would lay hands on a kid, let alone anyone that didn’t provoke it first.”
“Oh.” The kid uncurled more, looking at Danny warily, more at ease now that the bottle has left the chat.
“Yeah. I’m Danny. Stone cold sober, right now.”
“…”
Danny waited.
“Peters.”
“Okay. Peters, do you wanna take their shit?” Danny pointed a thumb at the knocked out would-be-muggers behind him.
“Y… yeah, sure. What’s my cut?”
“All of it.”
Peters stared.
Danny shrugged and started looting.
"Y'er so fuckin' weird."
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See, the thing is, Danny hadn't anticipated saving Peters- "'s actually Jason"- would result in having a duckling following him around. The kid, Jason, glared at everyone who even looked at them wrong. But that's not the problem, because Danny could take anyone who took issue with Jason's looks, it's more like there's a child following him around now and Danny doesn't want to be the reason Jason turns into an alcoholic. It's- well, it made him cut down on the drinking. He even got jobs- legitimate jobs that sucks out his his poor ectoplasmic soul.
Why? Because Jason's apparently homeless. While that's something Danny's okay with for himself, he can't ever condone that for an actual child. Jason's walking around in threadbare clothes and thin soled shoes in the middle of Fall, for Ancient's sake.
Danny grumbles as he piled a bunch of clothes into the shopping bag as he checked out. Gotham's Walmart is a different kind of hell, but Danny feels right at home.
Sure, the work might suck out his soul and he might hate being sober, but Jason's face every time he comes home to an actual place to live, warm clothes, and food was worth everything.
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souvlakicocaine · 2 years ago
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Received a friendly reminder this morning to hide everything from my mother
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araneapeixes · 8 months ago
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in the bathroom at the gay clubbbb
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kit-the-gaygent · 1 year ago
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"You're so mean." Mc sluggishly slurred their words.
Lucifer sighed as he tucked them into her. Asmo had invited Mc to go clubbing with him, however one of the clubs had human world alcohol, and Mc had proceeded to get wasted.
"how am I mean to you Mc?" Lucifer smiled as he decided to indulge the drunken human.
"I'm going to die some day .... and I wasn't that important in your immortal life .... But you consumed most of my life! .... You're so meaaaaaan! I love you so much Luci!" They slurred together.
Lucifer stopped, their words cutting deep into his heart. He dropped their blankets from his hands and enveloped Mc tightly in his hold. His breath becoming ragged as he tried to keep his emotions in check
Mc wouldn't remember this moment ... But Lucifer would, their words weighing heavy on his every action.
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