#i'm still crashing out jfc

[imaginespazzi]

Alright let's talk about it because I think I've crashed out enough to be coherent now...maybe

BECAUSE THIS:

THIS IS INSANE

Precious. Princess.

PRECIOUS. PRINCESS??

The heart around the Madison Reed picture? The way their bodies are pressed so close together in the fair picture (+ also just the general acknowledgement again about how they spent the whole summer together), the head tilt in the graduation picture, the way Paige's head is dying to be on Azzi's should in the tennis picture (an unseen US Open photo like y'all don't understand) and finally the draft soft launch picture because that was clearly a huge deal to both of them.

LIKE YOU GUYS???

And then we get to exhibit 2:

I call this one "what your camera roll would like if Azzi Fudd was your girlfriend"

The closeup "Paige stop taking photos of me" with that soft gaze one? The Azzi in her natural environment being domestic as fuck making cookies one? The revenge "you posted me sleeping so I get to post you sleeping" + confirmation that Azzi is in fact a passenger princess one???

AND THEN THE CAPTION???? SILLY. GIRL??

IT'S JUST ALL SO INSANE

And of course it doesn't stop there because she has to acknowledge the reason they're in each other's life which is of course, their love for hooping

And this is the on that made me cry like oh my god they were such babies and now look at them?

And they're still just as in love as they were day one and it's all just so wholesome and wonderful and perfect

[moyazaika]

will you appear again before Christmas?🥲

YES HI!!!! WOWEE sorry for being away longer than i intended! estranged family member showed up on my front door after 18 yeARS of no contact?!?!? went to bali and lost my pasSPORT?!?!?! failed my driver's TEST!?!?!?!

#life

[falling-star-cygnus]

a bit similar to the dismembered fic, but what about a situation where billy is separated from the rest of the hares in a hollow and ends up getting badly injured by hollow raiders and left for dead? but then a different hollow raider totally not a self insert lmaoooo picks him up and helps repair him? like a hurt/comfort kinda scenario.

hi hi!!!

i don't really do "x-readers" or "reader insert" fanfics :{ -> i'm not good at them and i really don't want to jipp you out of a proper answer to your request! i really do appreciate the ask

HOWEVER, while i'm still going to write this [with Anton in place of the reader, bc i kinda want to explore a possible friendship there] may i direct you to @cynarisgayass? {hope you don't mind me tagging you} -> their writing is genuinely fantastic

rereading your request, i realize it says self-insert now o_o please forgive my dumbassery. jfc [i already wrote in Anton, but god i sound pretentious- i'm so sorry 😭]

Why was it always something?

Billy looked around the decrepit buildings of the Hollow and scratched at his scalp with the hammer of one of his Girls™. The other sat against his hip.

From the moment the Cunning Hares had entered the Hollow, he'd felt a creeping presence at his back- lurking eyes that the android didn't want to risk zeroing in on his family team.

It made something near primal stir low in his plating.

Something painful and stabbing that itched at this trigger happy fingers into motion.

Billy wouldn't let any of the Hares be hurt, not on his watch.

So he'd done what he does best these days. Caused a ruckus. The android had flailed his limbs and pulled his punches just enough to make himself seem like an easy target and then split.

He'd definitely get an earful later... the girls never liked it when he put himself in positions like this. But it was a necessary evil!

Billy could bounce back from atomization, especially now that his memories had been banked on a hard drive oh-so-generously gifted to the Hares by a certain blue-eyed manager. [Nicole's insistence, so they didn't have a repeat of... well.]

But the fragile humans, and thiren, could not. They didn't have the protection of metal plating or veins of rubber cased wiring or the luxury of deleting memories from a bank of data. When they got fatally hurt, it stuck.

It stuck in a way he couldn't protect them from.

So. Billy would just protect them this way. By taking care of the threat before it became a threat.

"Hey- uh.. are you ok?"

It would be tough, but with the strength of the Starlight Knights on his side-

"Seriously- do you need, like- help?"

The dames of the Hares would be perfectly protected by none other than-

"That looks really bad, dude!"

Billy Kid, former Son of Calydon and current marksmen of the Cunning Hares! The android would not rest until-

"I'm a mechanic, you know, I could-"

"DO YOU MIND? CAN'T A GUY MONOLOGUE IN PEACE ANYMORE!?"

Billy whirls on the rude voice, more than a little miffed that someone just had to interrupt his internalized heroic speech when-

"YOU HAVE REBAR THROUGH YOUR STOMACH!"

Oh.

Billy looks down.

Well that explained his stomach pain.

"...look at that," the android says, and makes the oh so wise [heh, manager joke] decision to poke it. He never claimed to be the smartest Hare.

Pain instantly spiders it's way through his wiring.

"Hey-!" Before Billy even realizes it, muscular arms are looping under his arms before his knees can crack against the pavement.

They hold his weight with surprising ease, even if the jostling coaxes a low groan from the suddenly aware marksmen. Knights, he didn't even know androids could feel adrenaline like this. He missed being a mindless marksman, actually- could he go back to not perceiving pain please?

"Guess even robots can crash out, huh..?" the voice- male, he thinks- nervously chuckles out, "Are you-"

"Android," Billy cuts in, "I'm- an android."

"What's the difference?"

"What's the difference between you and a bear?"

Maybe his newly discovered flesh- plating?- wound was making him a touch too grumbly, but he really hated that robot v. android question. Probably in the same way humans hated being compared to animals.

He kinda expected to hit the ground now, actually.

The day just kept surprising him though.

"Huh- touché," the voice ends up responding- and he should really get a look at his face and not just his stupidly firm chest, "I never thought about it that way before."

And then the android was being lifted- lifted, not hauled, what the fuck- to his feet; with his arm slung over even more stupidly broad shoulders. What were they feeding this man-

"That looks really bad, bro..."

Right, mortal flesh wound.

"Come on, lets get you out of this Hollow and I can-"

"NO!"

It's like all of Billy's systems suddenly kicked into high gear. He was fighting to get his feet back under him, fighting to pull away, he couldn't leave-

"No... my team- the girls, I can't. There's someone-" The android had barely wrapped his fingers around the rebar in his stomach before he was being hip-checked and the man was wrestling his hand away.

"There's somebody after my family-"

"I think they're after you, actually!"

The gun goes off before the mechanic realizes Billy had wormed his other arm free.

•_-><-_•

Anton had seen a lot of things within the Hollows.

Too many things, all things considered, stained too many clothes with Ethereal matter. Ruined too many tools.

He had also heard a lot of things. Both in and out of the Hollows.

Namely, things about a certain robotic- androtic? No, that sounded dumb... um.. oh! Mechanical. Mechanical worked.

Anton had heard things about a certain mechanical marksmen. He'd heard his reputation change and evolve and shift like a human's would- been hearing the whispers and seeing the headlines since he was small.

From a point and click war machine, to a feared enforcer, to whatever the hell he was now- the mechanic had heard it all. It was sort of the thing that got him into the scene in the first place.

Seeing the android in person though- without the buffer of his Boss- was a different experience entirely.

Billy Kid was lankier than his reputation would suggest, kinder looking- in a way- with his bright glass eyes and animated movements.

...and giant piece of rebar lodged in his stomach.

"Hey- uh.. are you ok?" Anton asks, but the robot didn't seem to hear him as he continued his pacing.

Was it pacing? He kinda looked like he was just mimicking comic book poses...

"Seriously- do you need, like- help?"

Mechanical or not, it can't feel good to have a bar shoved through your flesh- plating? Plating.

Billy Kid's movements had stilled, positioned in just the right way that Anton had a front row seat to the way the rebar mangled through the metal. Oil stained the surrounding plates like blood.

"That looks really bad, dude!"

Robots were not his area of expertise, Anton is big enough to admit that, but- well.. he knew the basics! Hanging around Grace for any extended amount of time would give anybody that knowledge.

Offering couldn't hurt, right...?

"I'm a mechanic, you know, I could-"

"DO YOU MIND? CAN'T A GUY MONOLOGUE IN PEACE ANYMORE!?"

Was he seriously-!?

"YOU HAVE REBAR THROUGH YOUR STOMACH!"

The robot looks down, his arms falter from their accusing whirl, and of course- of course, he pokes it.

He pokes the rebar sticking out of his plating.

"...look at that."

Anton is catching him before he's even realized he's moved.

And fuck, he's glad to have muscles. Billy Kid was made of pure reinforced metals, slotted together in just the right way to allow flexibility any starting gymnast would be jealous of; if Anton wasn't used to hauling high density materials around on the daily, he probably would've felt this harder.

"Guess even robots can crash out, huh...?" he finds himself chuckling, a little uneasy about the limp mass he was currently supporting, "Are you-"

"Android," Billy Kid interrupts him, for the second time in their incredible short interaction so far, "I'm- an android."

His voice is concerningly weak, likely feeling the full effects of his messed up wiring as his adrenaline left, and there's a million other things the mechanic should be focusing on right now but-

"What's the difference?" is the first thing out of his mouth.

"What's the difference between you and a bear?"

And... oh.

He had never thought about it that way.

Anton thinks of Belobog Heavy Industries, thinks of Ben Bigger and of every thiren and pet and stray he's come across in his 20 something years of life.

Billy Kid wasn't asking if Anton was the same as a bear. He was asking how he was different from other organic life.

"Huh," he ponders, adjusting his grip on the less than lucid android, "Touché."

Ah- he should probably get the marksmen off his pecs.

In a fluid lift, Anton had Billy Kid's arm draped over his shoulder instead. He thinks he vaguely heard him mutter something like 'what the fuck' buuuut he chalks it up to delirium.

Probably due to the sluggishly leaking impalement in his torso- that stained Anton's pants and was now staining his jacket. Eh, it was just oil.

"That looks really bad, bro..."

Could androids bleed out? Would Belobog Heavy Industries be on the receiving end of the Cunning Hares wrath if their favorite big brother died?

Well- of course, they would. They'd probably also face the wrath of the Sons of Calydon if Billy Kid died and Anton was the only one with oil on his hands.

Jeez...

"Come on, lets get you out of this Hollow and I can-"

"NO!"

And that makes three times the android had interrupted him..

This time though, it was like some sort of switch had flipped in his processors. Billy Kid was practically throwing himself away from the mechanic- clawing at Anton's shoulder, reaching for the fucking rebar-

"No... my team- the girls, I can't. There's someone-" the words stab at something squishy in Anton's chest, but he wrestles Billy Kid's hand away anyway.

"There's someone after my family-"

"I think they're after you, actually!"

Footsteps- muffled and creeping, but undeniably footsteps closing in on the two. Had been for the past ten minutes.

Should he have paid it closer mind? Probably.

Would he get an earful from his own team when he got back? Absolutely.

Maybe Grace would be more lenient if she heard it was for an android...

BANG!

...

. . .

FUCK, THAT WAS LOUD.

Who fires a gun next to someone's ear?

thud.

.....Anton is very grateful he was not the intended target, all of the sudden. Definitely not because of the smoking hole left in their possible assailant.

"There's two more," Billy Kid rasps, finally stopping his stupid struggle for the rebar, "One behind the pipes.. one around the corner."

"...I know we just met, but I'm extremely grateful you work for the Cunning Hares.."

He gets a dry chuckle in return- still raspy and weak, but.. lucid. Enough.

"What do you need me to do?" Anton asks.

"Hold me up."

And Anton did.

Nobody messed with the Cunnings Hares family and got away with it after all.

[bannock-freak]

Yuuri Katsuki has Bullied Kid energy.

Yuuri : Don't you dare see me as weak or perceive my vulnerability. Please comfort me and reassure me. I'll be constantly afraid of your reaction if I inconvenience you. Nothing scares me more than the people I trust lying to me. I'm more competent and at home in the face of people's scorn than in the face of their genuine love for me. The idea that anyone could see me as desirable is baffling. The world sees me as little more than dirt and I don't disagree with them. I am going to make them eat their teeth with their words or so help me I will set myself on fire trying. Just watch, I am the most beautiful woman in town and you will rue the day you underestimated me. How you like me now?

Victor, thinking he'd been dumped by the first person who'd made him happy in a very long time : I see this, I respect this, I am going to use the hell out of this. Hey. Hey fatty. Watch me pry the thing you love and use to cope with your feelings right out of your fingers until you lose weight. kinda reminiscent of what you did to me :) kinda sorta you know just a lil bit. You don't know what eros is? Okay, now you're just making fun of me.

Victor, after Yuuri had his katsudon eros realization : ...JFC he actually literally doesn't know. I. Uh. ...Huh. Well. Uhm. Okay. Maybe that means he doesn't get OTHER things too. He. He genuinely doesn't know what he did to me. He probably didn't even do it deliberately. Okay. Okay? Okay. I can work with this. THINK OF THE JUICY SUCCULENT PORK, BABE. ...I can't fkn believe this.

Victor, several episodes later when Yuuri reveals he literally doesn't remember the banquet: ...Well shit. The past year of my life has been a lie and I might be an asshole. Hm.

I've read some fics where after Yuuri's ED gets triggered and he crashes hard Victor looks back at all those early comments and goes 'I didn't mean it that way babe you're hot when you're fat and you weren't even that fat it was just that it could be unsafe for your joints to skate in that condition' and sure okay I get wanting to minimize the blow and Yuuri is adorable AF when he's heavier and i still enjoy those fics for the most part but

I disagree with that fully and completely cus nah, Victor's a petty lil bitch who can be cold and ruthless and isn't afraid to hurt people. Is he also warm and kind and loving and doing his best? Yes. He contains multitudes. But he was absolutely aiming to hurt, because he was hurt.

Yuuri, meanwhile, who's been bullied for a great majority of his childhood but has complete faith in Victor and unwavering confidence in his honesty - especially when that honesty fits his world view - that he has an entire Victor shaped blind spot : Eh? Pfft. He wasn't bullying me, what are you talking about? He was literally telling the truth. :/ I mean really, he was taking care of me.

Victor, falling to the ground and clutching his stomach with a groan because ooouuugghhh guilt-nausea : Y-....Yuuri.....

Yuuri : I mean Yurio can be a bully but that's just how he shows he cares so :3 Nah haha, I've had waaaay worse, trust me, lol

Yurio : ....I would very much like to be excluded from this narrative, one that I have never asked to be a part of?

Victor, convulsing :

I think Yuuri can absolutely pick up on when Victor is being dishonest with him and poking his sharp little fingers into the sore spots, but more on an intuitive level that he doesn't know how to make sense of logically, so he just accepts it and moves on largely without comment a;dlkf he'll probably figure it out like fifteen years down the road when he's older and wiser and one day he squints at his husband and goes "...huh, okay" and then never does anything about it anyway because he loves Victor and forgives him and also Victor's hot when he's being mean so

[proshippers-against-censorship]

genuinely im unsure how to believe you anymore after still continuing the "pedophilia is inherently gross" rbs (and now alongside ageist all kids are now apparently brats implication, jfc you can talk about internet safety without degrading the existence of minors) after having a whole conversation about it and saying you'll be better about it, like idk man! Don't even put neu/pro para in your bio in the first place if you clearly hate paraphiles, it's just a lie at this point so you can get para followers via making us feel safe, it's not working anymore. I'm out.

...elaborate?

If this is over a posted ask, please keep in mind that I do have a multi-month queue and I didn't prune through em, it crashes the app.

[mybigmouthh]

All the ABO content you've shared lately is so real. I was wondering how you think Liam would react once his and Noel's children were born and for obvious reasons the fact that Liam is the father has to be a secret. I think that taking into account Liam's great desire to get Noel pregnant to feel more like his, the fact of having to hide that he is the father will probably be, at the very least, difficult for him.

Thanks again for your great content and sorry for my terrible English.

Omg it was so quiet lately, I'm glad I can answer a new ask!! Thanks for liking my ABO hyperfocus, finally I have people to talk about this topic.

Let's see, I agree 100% with you that Liam would have the hardest time trying to keep his mouth shut. Everyone is speculating who's the baby daddy, who is Noel dating now, what is he gonna do with his career, etc. and Liam just wants to scream that he's the father and he's there for Noel ALWAYS. He's absolutely giving passive aggressive comments to the press or throwing weird statements that imply something else and nobody understands (he does that when he tweets sometimes. I mean wtf is "spiritual stuff"??) oh and this leads to crash outs. I can see Liam arriving to Noel's home in the middle of the night begging to be with him and the baby. He's paranoid, he's going mad, he wants to show everyone he's the alpha that """"owns"""" Noel, somehow. He's dying inside, dreaming of a world were they could be together without judgment. Of course, Noel yearns for the same but he's the cold headed man here. He slaps some sense to Liam, he repeats all over again they're raising the baby together but that is it. They'll never mate officially, they have to keep their "normal" lives, and Liam is welcome to be in the child's life all he wants as an uncle and a bonus father figure.

Uhh, it's all so angsty for them. The product of their love is laying there, so chubby and delicate, and Liam wishes he could reveal himself as their father. Maybe, in the far future, the kid would learn the truth, but that's so complicated. I also thing that, because they're bonding through the baby, their relationship would definitely turn romantic again. And when Oasis splits, Noel would still let Liam see their child, but no more discussions about anything that doesn't involve their shared parenthood. Jfc, it's all so heartbreaking if you see it that way. Let's say, in the end they would still make it work and they will still get back together again and again and again (and be a peculiar family with their half kid, half niece/nephew 😭)

Phew, that was a lot! I loved this ask anon, so interesting to dive into the complications of ABO dynamic incest!!

Thanks for passing by <3

[call-me-starshine]

HAPPY PRIDE 🏳️‍🌈🌈🎉🩷❤️🧡💛💚💙🩵💜🤎🖤🩶🤍

here are some of my favorite AceLu coded songs (with receipts)

Like A Prayer — Madonna (Ace to Luffy)

"I hear you call my name, and it feels like home" (like c'mon)

"I'm down on my knees" (marineford, just go with it)

"in the midnight hour, I can feel your power" (down bad for over-powdered twinks)

"like a child, you whisper softly to me, you're in control, just like a child" (it's Luffy c'mon)

Mary On A Cross — Ghost (both to both)

"all we got was blues / all we got was bruised" (though life, though love)

"but through all that sorrow, we were running high, and the truth of the matter is: I'll never let you go, let you go" (literally them pleeeeeaseee)

"your beauty never ever scared me" (like COME ON)

Clarity — Zedd, Foxes (both?? LUFFY TO ACE)

"high dive into frozen waves where the PAST COMES BACK TO LIFE , fight fear for the selfish pain, it was worth it every time" (COME ON)

"hold still right before we cRASH 'CAUSE WE BOTH KNOW HOW THIS ENDS, a clock ticks 'til it breaks your glass and I drown in you again" (COME ON)

"'cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn't need, CHASING RELENTLESSLY, still fight and I don't know why" ( C O M E O N )

"IF OUR LOVE IS TRAGEDY, WHY ARE YOU MY REMEDY? IF OUR LOVE'S INSANITY, WHY ARE YOU MY CLARITY?" (it's literally self-explanatory come onnnn)

The Edge of Glory — Lady Gaga (both, like a duet)

"it's hot to feel the rush, to brush the dangerous" (Ace-coded)

"I'm gonna run right to, to the edge with you" (Luffy-coded)

"put on your shades 'cause I'll be dancing in the flames tonight" (honestly, either one could say this to the other)

Message In A Bottle — Taylor Swift (Luffy to Ace)

"and I became hypnotized, by freckles and bright eyes" (literally Luffy when he looks @ Ace please)

"'cause now you're so far away and I'm down" (waited three years to find him)

"I'M REACHING FOR YOU, TERRIFIED" (PLEASE)

Curiosity — Carly Rae Jepsen (both???)

"break a bone, got me on my knees, you break my heart, just to watch it bleed" (idk AceLu-coded)

"so don't break me tonight, this is crazy love, and you know I'm gonna follow you home, through the rain, 'cause I need your love" (Luffy-coded, idk)

We Found Love — Rihanna, Calvin Harris (both)

"we found love in a hopeless place" (it's just vibes, honestly)

Wasted Summers — juju<3 (Luffy to Ace)

"I wasted like half of my summer tryna hold on your hand" (this one's just vibes)

Your Love Is My Drug — Kesha (both)

"I don't care what people say, the rush is worth the price I pay, I get so high when you're with me, but crash and crave you when you leave" (it's just giving AceLu)

Hot — Avril Lavigne (both🫣)

"you make me so hot, you make me wanna drop, it's so ridiculous, I can barely stop, I can hardly breath, you make me want to scream, you're so fabulous, you're so good to me, baby" (AceLu obsessed with each other 🤭)

Sex On Fire — Kings of Leon (both 🫣)

"all the commotion, the kiddie-like play" (👀)

"soft lips are open, them knuckles are pale" (👀👀)

"I could just taste it, chased it" (👀👀👀)

"CONSUMED WITH WHAT'S JUST TRANSPIRED" (🥵)

Can't Help Falling In Love — Elvis Presley (Ace to Luffy 😭)

"wise men say, only fools rush in" (PLEASE)

"shall I stay, would it be a sin?" (OHMYGOODNESS)

"like a river flows, surely to the sea, darling so it goes, some things are meant to be" (I CAN'T)

"take my hand, take my whole life too" (I'M DONE)

I'll Be — Edwin McCain (Ace to Luffy)

"I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips, instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above" (shoot meeeeee)

"I'll be your cryin' shoulder, I'll be love's suicide, and I'll be better when I'm order, I'll be the greatest fan of your life" (pleaseeeeeeee)

"you're my survival, you're my livin' proof, my love is alive and not dead" (jfc *pterodactyl screech*)

"and I dropped out, I BURNED UP, I FOUGHT MY WAY BACK FROM THE DEAD" (😭😭😭)

Sweater Weather — The Neighborhood (Ace to Luffy)

"all I am is a man, I want the world in my hands, I hate the beach, but I stand in California with my toes in the sand" (Ace would hate sand but STILL GO TO THE BEACH BC LUFFY LOVES IT)

"use the sleeves of my sweater, let's have an adventure" (☺️)

"touch my neck and I'll touch yours, you in those little high waisted shorts" (LUFFY IN HIGH WAISTED SHORTS)

thank you so much for your time😘😘😘

[saunteringvaguelydownwards]

what are the fics you’d consider required reading (as you said in the tags of another post) ? any fandom i’d say for required reading or if there’s too much, for warrior nun ?

*heavy sigh* I had this post 90% complete when the power went out at my house and I had to rewrite the whole thing.

I'm gonna give you a scattershot approach, one fic for a few different fandoms, different types of fic, and hopefully something resonates.

🦗 (Recommend any fic, wild card!)

Avengers/MCU - The Infinite Coffee and Protection Detail series by owlet (tumblr?)

Set immediately at the end of CA:TWS, Bucky's scrambled brain does a hard reset and decides his new mission is to protect Steve, covertly. Meanwhile, he kinda gets adopted by the senior citizens that live in the shitty apartment building he's crashing in while he learns how to be person again. It's snarky AF, touching, funny, great action, fluffy domestic Avengers Tower stuff. There's some Stucky eventually, but it's not the primary focus and doesn't really show up until like the 5th story in the series. There are 7 stories, and a Q&A with the author.

OUaT - The Secret's in the Telling by @the-pyrophoric-one

Emma is being pranked by a thief while living in the mansion with Regina and Henry, and there's also magic fuckery afoot. This story is just neat. It's tightly-plotted and funny. I can't actually say too much because the whole point is that there's a mystery to solve and I'd hate to spoil it. Even when I had kinda figured out what was going on, I still had no idea how it would end. It's told from two different POVs, so it's fun to reread the first part once you know the ending. Apparently there's also a sequel, but I don't believe I've read it yet.

R&I - Calamity Jane Meets Dr. Isles, Medicine Woman by @jobethdalloway

Rizzles 1800s western AU. Maura is a fancy lady from Boston who moves west to live with her fiancé Garrett Fairfield, Jane wears pants, drinks whiskey, and roams the countryside as Jake Wyatt, an outlaw who's hunting for Charles Hoyt, the man who killed her parents. The immersion in this AU is stunning, the characters feel true to the originals while allowing for how things would change given the time and circumstances, and the buildup from their unconventional meeting to friends to more is a lovely and authentic slow burn. There's also a completed sequel, but it's still on my to-read list.

The 100 - Lightning Only Strikes Once by fiona_249 (tumblr?)

Lexa gets shot and dies, Clarke climbs to the roof of the building, gets hit by weird lightning, then suddenly she's back on The Ark, about to be sent down to Earth with 99 other teen prisoners, and no one remembers the events of the past year besides her. The ultimate fix-it fic. How do you fix your mistakes while still trying to keep the good things that happened? Balancing future knowledge with ripple effects, how much can you change before you don't know what's going to happen anymore? What do you do with a second chance? I think I've read this fic at least half a dozen times.

Warrior Nun - What If I Told You I'm a Mastermind? by @sapphicstacks

Avatrice actress AU. Ava is an unknown actress working as a bartender, Bea is a famous but reclusive actress making a comeback after several years away from the spotlight, and they get cast together in a sapphic love story. You ever read a story and go "JFC, will you two just talk to each other?" Yeah, the reason is because all of the healthy communication got requisitioned for this fic. It's incredibly wholesome and overwhelmingly romantic and also ridiculously hot. Like, prep a cold shower or make sure you're somewhere private when you read it. There's a regularly-updated WiP sequel.

[caspercryptid]

it’s a shame to me that ppl are promoting crab day and not banding together to force tumblr to fix their ads - blazed and regular ones - as it’s actively gotten worse to the point where it can just crash the mobile app. i am honestly not surprised that staff has completely ignored people pointing how inaccesible it is also.

THANK YOU Tumblr never USED to do shit like playing the audio for an ad you can't see at full blast as you scroll on mobile, it never used to play video ads between posts, this has all been recent changes and it is Getting Worse and they could stop!!! They could roll some of this shit back!!! They could make ads easier to report!!

And honestly it's been so demoralizing trying to get people to listen to disabled users— I don't have epilepsy, flashing ads and hostile audio can't kill me, just send me into a migraine and take me out of commission for two fucking days at my worst episode— which is still bad, but some of these things could KILL PEOPLE. and trying to get people to care is exhausting. Pointing out that one of the people who was promoting crab day through blaze was an evangelical christians also using Tumblr blaze to Spread The Word was something people paid attention to for about five minutes and now people are... Blazing rebuttal posts. To that.

I'm fucking exhausted. Tumblr is also just. It's not going bankrupt. It's bleeding money, sure, but we've been here before — and staff even said they might make a donation drive like Wikipedia, which frankly, i might even donate to, despite how angry I am about this. But a fucking user organized "show Tumblr how much we love it and that they should keep up the good work 💜💜" is dumb. And callous. What good work? The site is getting worse. I'm stuck here! Because where else am I going to go! But jfc.

[girltomboy]

I'm on here reblogging ass and dick but I forgot to make a post about my holiday 😭 once again I have mixed feelings about it! The beach town we went to was almost unwalkable and full of cars everywhere - why the fuck are you as a tourist moving around a beach town in your fucking car?? GET OFF YOUR ASS AND TAKE SOME STEPS JFC. But it had a Lidl which made our lives, budget, and vacation sooo much easier. The beach was about 20 mins from our hotel, but the walk there was not the most pleasant because of the lack of trees and the abundance of cars. So we had to spend time preparing to go to the beach by putting on sunscreen everywhere and carrying bottles of water each time (I hated carrying my floatie too 😭 #cantswim). Nightlife was nonexistent, one night we got snacky and went in search of a 24/7 corner store to buy some chips and a carton of juice, but the vibes were hellish. Idk if it was just me, but I felt unsafe and paranoid, it was dark almost everywhere, there was nobody around except for a few people our age, and the store we found was empty, tiny, white fluorescent lights and no music playing, clerk staring at us, 2 name brand products to choose from. I felt like in Marina's Obsessions, I whispered to my bf "we need to get the hell out of here stat" and he grabbed a bag of pizza puffs and we went back home. I felt stupid afterwards and overall was totally disappointed that we didn't go to the beach at night at all the whole week. Especially since we had a full moon that would have been 100% visible and bright above the sea... :( And aside from a bracelet I bought from a man selling old trinkets on the sidewalk I didn't buy anything 🤣 like souvenirs or trinkets or gifts, nada. Idk why I had extra anxiety about being in a shop and getting watched by the seller. I hate that so much and idk how to get over it. Anyway I'm only complaining but I swear we had fun even though we spent a lot of time in the hotel room lmfao - we're vacationers not travelers. We got stoned, watched TV, napped a lot. We had really beautiful weather all week, it was just perfect for being in the sea. On the one rainy day we had the sea was so calm and clear, it was the most beautiful experience to float in the waves while it was raining. I missed walking on the beach and feeling the hot sand underneath my feet so much. And sunbathing, and feeling the warm sun on my belly. That's so healing. Salt in my hair and the breeze on my body after being in the sea for hours. Walking again after floating in the water and then lying in bed resting after a beach day. Watching my bf stare at the sea and the waves as they crash at his feet is so endearing I love it every time. Oh and the beach after sunset. The pink sky reflecting in the water and mixing with its blue, the seagulls, the sound of sea shells cracking beneath our feet. We found some really good food places but all of them were self-serving and that's not a problem but I did wish we could have gone to a real restaurant at least once. I really enjoyed people-watching on the beach though. So many old people having fun and swimming together. It was very sweet. And on the way home I befriended this lady and her family in the train station - we were all gonna take the same trains. And she was really lovely, so funny and friendly and gorgeous. And of course so was her husband who adored her. I wish I had asked her more things. But still so grateful for all of it.

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omg, chels you dont understnd. i tried reblogging this last weekend but tumblr wont fucking let me because the app crashed and then my work fucked me over, so rip to my first reaction to this beautiful fic 🥹

Only the very old ones, managed to walk in the sun like humans did.

hmmmm, this sounds like foreshadowing 👀 i see you...

You don’t even think about it, closing the door and snapping the deadbolt shut.

literally, laughed at this because girl, same. what freedom???? who needs that??? all i need is billy?!?!? indepence? cant relate

He takes a deep breath, bracing one hand beside your head, and then after a moment, uses his other hand to trap you in place.

🎶take me into your fucking arms🎶

“What if I don’t want you to leave?”

*puts on wedding gown* fucking commit then, m8

“Why don’t you go kiss someone else. I’m going to bed.” You grit out, walking in the direction of the spare bedroom.

reading this triggered my very own vietnam war flashback the last chapter

“Alright. I’m gonna fix this.” He says decidedly.

MAAM, HE IS TRYING AND I LOVE IT 🥹 LOVE ME A MAN THAT ACTIVELY FIXES HIS MISTAKES. USE A LIP SCRUB AND THEN SCRUB HER FUCKING LIPS OFF OF YOU BABIIII 🥹🥹🥹

“I could care less- what the fuck are you-” You gasp as he picks you up easily, tossing you over his shoulder.

jfc, i should make a bingo card with all my kinks for this fic. if i make a bingo with all it i blaze the chapter i bingo'ed on 😭😭😭

Billy was persistent, and he would get what he wanted eventually.

he already got it ✨💖💕

When he turns away, your eyes find him once more, studying the broad expanse of his back, all the way down to his ass.

here, so all the girlies dont need to imagine or search the gugle for it

"Did you think we were gonna fuck, baby?" He teases, with a tilt of his head.

yes?????

Then why the fuck was he taking your panties off?

"You’re so helpless under me, isn’t that nice? I can do anything I want to you, and you’d have no power to stop me.”

"Do you want more?” Billy asks.

"You want me with you," He kisses your cheek, "Over you, under you, inside you." You feel him take a deep breath, his nose pressed to your neck.

"Tell me you hate me." Billy whispers in your ear.

is this...degradation kink? or is there a enemies to lovers kink? is this it? what is this kink? 😭😂

His smile is devious, the look of a man that has everything he wants and then some.

shit, i'd give him everything and anything..heart, body, and soul 😭😭😭

“You make me feel like the most insane person on the planet.”

amen. 😌✨

"If I catch you touching that little cunt- my cunt- without permission. I'll teach what real punishment would be like."

omg omg omg omg touch it quick

Because you know him now a little, and you know there's no way he was letting you have your own bed.

chelsea, respectfully, wtf 🥹✨

You'd gone to sleep on opposite sides of the bed, but you'd woken up in his arms.

"Because I wanted to." He answers.

"As simple as I can explain, when two particles are entangled, they remain connected, regardless of distance."

like my fucking earphones when i put it in my fucking pocket 😌🔪

"Some part of you did, yeah, some part of me too, and then, no matter how far I got from you, I could still feel you."

....chels, im begging you, if ever this applies in the near future, dont use Wanda's line on me i will cry and breakdown and i cannot..

"Like you were always standing in the room with me. Like I wasn't alone."

thats love, bitch

“Is there any way to break it?”

respectfully, no 😌✨

"That is a personal question, and maybe I'm not comfortable with answering." He says, tapping the tip of your nose with a slender finger.

aggsagahaggwgah, istg, do that one more time and im dragging you to the nearest city hall to get married 😤💕

Whatever bond he was describing- you didn’t feel it. There was nothing there but a deep seated need to explore him. It was more curiosity than desire.

maam, you just contradicted yourself in the same sentence 😂😂😂😂

If he could play games, so would you.

and you'd lose but you'd like it. so game on, babes 😌✨

The deep indentations on the handle of the pan barely catches your eye, and you blink in surprise.

"Do you ever shut up?” Billy hisses, and you have to fight a satisfied smile.

occupy my mouth to shut me up then 😤✨

“I want all of you, every single piece of you, over and over again until you’re fucking mine.”

this fucking line omg omg. chelsea, you brilliant little piece of perfect golden brown toast

“Your blood is nice,” He whispers, hand raising to cup your cheek, “But it’s you I want, huntress. Don’t forget that.”

"Good girl.”

It almost drives you insane.

stop emotionally edging yourself 😭😭😭

omg, chelsea 🥹 so fucking good 🥹

Nightfall (4)

Vampire! Billy Russo x Female Reader

Part 1// Part 2// Part 3

Warnings: Dubious Consent, smut (18+), mostly dirty talk, some fucked up dynamics where he lets her press a stake to his heart, oral (f receiving), edging, orgasm denial, teasing.

For @stardustmorozov, Nicky I'm sorry but you're gonna yell at me again... and I'm gonna love it.

You sit on his bed, listening to the sound of the shower going. 

Your mouth tastes like spearmint, and your hair is still a little damp after your shower despite your attempts at blow drying.

You’re in one of his shirts, having raided his drawers when the duffel bag he’d given you earlier held nothing but sheer lingerie disguised as sleepwear.

Maybe you shouldn’t stay here, so instead you stand, and begin wandering around his apartment.

His bedroom is farthest from the front door, and you step out, roaming down the hallway, and stopping when you see another door.

It’s open, and you peek in to find an office that you promise yourself to explore after.

It’s the only door in the hallway, and the end of it opens up into a large area with a high ceiling. There’s his kitchen to your left, and on the opposite end of the room from where you are, is the living room area. There are no walls here, just windows that show off the glittering lights of the New York skyline at night. You wonder how he’s able to stand the sun, knowing that vampire eyes were hypersensitive to light, and that most of them avoided the sunlight. Only the very old ones, managed to walk in the sun like humans did. 

You tuck that snippet of information away for further examination.

You turn to examine the kitchen, scanning the cupboards, surprised to find regular household foods like pasta and rice, wondering if he had bought these items for you, or for other human friends of his.

Another hallway at the other end of the kitchen catches your eye, and you walk slowly, more deep in your own head than you were paying attention to the layout of his apartment.

You find the bedroom you’d first woken up in, all walls and no windows, a place that protects from the light, with its own en suite bathroom. You decide that maybe you can sleep here tonight, away from him and his wretched mouth. 

Backtracking, you look at the door for a long moment, before moving forward to examine it.

You reach for the handle, pushing down, you realise it’s locked. You sigh, eyes falling on the latched deadbolt, reaching up to open it, before trying the door handle again.

The door opens this time.

Your stomach twists.

Damn, had it really been that easy the entire time? You study the elevator just a few paces away from the door.

You don’t even think about it, closing the door and snapping the deadbolt shut.

You turn away from the door, and you gasp in fright as you see him standing just a few steps away. 

You jerk, back hitting the door as fright slams through you.

You suck in a deep breath, pressing your hand to your chest.

He’s only got a towel wrapped around his hips, his chest and shoulders still glistening with water after his shower.

You stare at each other, a silent showdown of who’s going to speak first.

Billy tilts his head, studying you intently.

“Why didn’t you leave?”

Your brain comes up with the dumbest, most obvious answer possible.

“I’m- not wearing pants.”

The corner of his mouth twitches.

“We could go get some. Would you leave then?”

“No, cause it’s three in the morning and I’m tired.”

He takes a step toward you, a teasing smile on his pretty face. Your eyes trace the lines of his scars as he draws nearer. You relax as he approaches.

“And in the morning?” 

He’s so close now, you’re eye level with his dripping wet chest.

“Maybe. If I feel like it.” You whisper, studying the scars on his chest, and then flitting your gaze up to meet his.

He takes a deep breath, bracing one hand beside your head, and then after a moment, uses his other hand to trap you in place.

Except that you don’t feel trapped, all you feel is heated want.

“What if I don’t want you to leave?” He asks, his voice stirs something inside of you, a dangerous feeling, something disastrous in the making.

“You can’t stop me.” You murmur, as his fingers touch the bottom of your chin, gently tilting your head higher.

He smiles then, all fangs and pearly whites on display.

“If only that were true.” He hums, leaning in till his lips brush yours.

You push against his biceps hard, and he moves back just enough so that you’re able to slip away from him.

“Why don’t you go kiss someone else. I’m going to bed.” You grit out, walking in the direction of the spare bedroom.

You don’t get very far, before he’s gripping your wrist tightly to keep you in place. You turn to face him, a look of calm irritation plastered on your face.

“That’s what this is about? The kiss?”

“It’s about nothing. Let me go.” You pull on your arm.

He doesn’t budge.

“You’re jealous?”

“I’m not-” You grunt as you pull on your hand again, “-You’re just pissing me off.”

“You’re the one that called me ‘sick’ and now you’re jealous cause I kissed someone?”

“I’m not fucking jealous-” You gasp as he pins your body to the kitchen counter, your body freezing in shock at the angry expression on his face.

“Don’t. Lie. To. Me.” He grits out, blinking after a second and seemingly calming in the same space of time.

He takes a deep breath before speaking again.

“Don’t forget I can hear every beat of your heart. I can smell your cunt. I already know how wet you are. Don’t think you’re capable of a lie.”

You let out an angry sigh, turning your head away from him.

“Whatever.” you say as harshly as you can.

There’s a moment of silence, where he looks at you, and you make a point not to look at him.

“Alright. I’m gonna fix this.” He says decidedly.

“I could care less- what the fuck are you-” You gasp as he picks you up easily, tossing you over his shoulder.

“Billy what the fuck! Put me the fuck down now you asshole!” You grunt, his shoulder digging near painfully into your hip. 

You kick your legs, trying to escape and after a moment you realise that it doesn’t make a difference.

If you really wanted to, you could maybe straighten your body and fight your way out of his grip, but there was an inevitability to his movements. It didn’t matter how long it took, or how difficult it was, Billy was persistent, and he would get what he wanted eventually.

So when your body lands softly on his bed, all you do is look up at him angrily.

“Stay there.” He orders, untucking the towel from his hips and dropping it to the floor. You look up to the ceiling to avoid looking at his nude form. You don't want to give him the satisfaction.

When he turns away, your eyes find him once more, studying the broad expanse of his back, all the way down to his ass.

You clench, grabbing a pillow and dropping it on top of your face to hide your desire. You try your very hardest not to remember the look of him, the feel of his body on yours, his cock-

He tugs the pillow away from your face, and you sigh in annoyance up at him.

You don’t want to look down, but your eyes have almost a mind of their own.

Your eyebrows draw together in confusion when you notice that he’s wearing a fitted pair of grey boxers on his lower half.

When your eyes meet his in confusion, he grins.

He finds his way up to you, hands sliding over your legs, up your calves and to your knees.

"Did you think we were gonna fuck, baby?" He teases, with a tilt of his head.

His hands slide up more, and you're just confused when he reaches under your shirt to tug at your panties.

"We're not fucking tonight, sweetheart, I just wanna talk to you."

Then why the fuck was he taking your panties off?

When he gets the garment off, you watch him close his eyes for a brief second, tilt his head up and take a deep breath.

He was-

"God. You smell good."

His eyes are red when they reconnect with yours.

You don't say anything- you find that you can't. You want him and he knows it.

He grips your thighs, pressing them upward so that your cunt is exposed to him fully.

Your heart is pounding in your chest, you're sure he can hear it. Open and vulnerable as you watch him look at your glistening cunt.

"Pretty. Did you know that?" 

You gulp, eyes glued to his form, admiring the look of his arms and the swell of his biceps.

"I want to taste you every day, all the time. You have no idea how hard it is to stop myself from dropping you on the first surface I can find and burying my face in your cunt."

He watches you clench around nothing, the corner of his mouth curling up into a smile.

He releases your legs, letting them drop a little and he looms in above you, pressing your body tightly to his.

Chest to chest, your bare centre pressed right up to the hardness of his clothed cock, there's no space to breathe where he doesn't exist.

He angles his head so that his lips are pressed to your ear.

"I want to lick that pretty little cunt till you pass out, and then wake you up so I can do it all over again." He whispers in your ear, your body tense and on edge from just his words.

"I want to fuck you till you beg me to stop, and even then, I'll still be giving you just one more."

You think you might be ruining the sheets below you with how aroused you were.

"Then do it." You challenge, hoping for some reprieve to the ache inside of you.

His hand moves up slowly, fingers tracing your cheek before covering your mouth firmly.

You make a muffled sound of protest, raising your hands to try and push him away. You hear a quiet laugh, before one of your hands is pinned above your head.

It doesn’t matter, whether you have one hand free or two- you would not be able to get out from under him on your own.

“My poor sweet little huntress,” He hums, your ear vibrating with his low words, “If you want me to fuck you till you cry, you’re going to have to ask nicely. Actually no- you’re going to have to beg.”

Your groan of annoyance is muffled behind his palm. There was no way you were going to beg him for anything.

You feel him smile against your neck, and then you still as you feel his teeth. 

He drags his sharp teeth gently over your neck, avoiding the spot where he bit you earlier.

“You’re so helpless under me, isn’t that nice? I can do anything I want to you, and you’d have no power to stop me.” 

To prove his point, you feel his tongue swipe over your shoulder, and then purposefully over your bite, sending brief little shivers down your spine, and then he trails his tongue up the column of your neck, and then even further, licking over your cheek as well.

Your body feels like a livewire, vibrating with sheer desire each time he touches you.

You want to grunt out so many things. That he was filthy, that he was just downright fucked up in the head.

That you wanted him to keep going.

“You like that, don’t you? You always have.” He lets out a slow sigh, “You always get so wet when you can’t fight back.”

Fuck you, you wanted to say. 

“What if we made this interesting?” He hums, raising his upper body off yours for a second to reach into his bedside drawer. 

You’re no longer fully trapped under him, and if you wanted to get out, you could. Instead, you wait curiously to see what he was going to do.

He pulls a stake out of his top drawer.

“You- just have that in there? I could have killed you this whole time?”

“Of course.” He teases pushing the drawer shut, “Now’s your chance.”

Before you can ask what he means, he’s sliding the silver stake into your hand.

What the fuck?

“Now, you can stop me if you really want.” Billy says ominously.

“That’s the most fucked up-” Before you can finish, he’s slapping his hand back over your mouth.

“Don’t care about what you have to say, baby, I’m gonna do what I want to you, and you can stop me if you feel like.”

And then, he starts tugging your shirt up, exposing your stomach.

In retrospect, you don’t have to kill him to make him stop, you could just mortally wound him. One well placed stab near the heart would be enough of a deterrent. You could slip free and be out the door in minutes.

Billy pulls your shirt up higher, exposing your breasts to the open air. Your hand tightens on the stake.

You should do it. You really should.

He groans when his tongue slides wetly over your left nipple. You shudder blissfully.

Your eyes roll back in your head, before fluttering shut. A breath of air leaves your mouth in a rush, fingers hold taut on the warming piece of silver in your hand.

One quick swipe of his tongue on your left breast, then your right. He raises his head.

“Do you want more?” Billy asks.

With your eyes still closed, you shake your head.

“Then stop me.” He says, before his lips wrap around your pebbled nipple. 

His short beard scratches along your sensitive breast, he kisses his way up to the spot below your collarbone, white hot sparks splintering over your body everywhere he touches.

You still when you feel his teeth graze your skin.

“Still want me to stop?” He checks in.

No you don’t.

“Yes.”

His teeth press into your skin.

A sharp cry spills out of you, tingles as he breaks skin, followed by a jolt of pain and then heat.

You jerk when he extracts his fangs.

Billy moans when he gets his first mouthful.

You pant, unable to understand how having him drink from you could hurt, and yet feel so blissfully good.

He takes another, and then another.

Was he going to kill you like this? Should you stop him now?

He rolls his hips, rock hard erection just bumping your clit and you gasp.

Fuck, why did every part of him have to feel so good? You could feel your arousal, slippery and messy between your thighs, begging you to give into him, if only for a moment so that he could ease your ache.

Instead, you move your hand, pressing the stake to his shoulder.

From his spot, drinking from your chest, you feel him make a sound of amusement.

You groan, disdain for him building in you, you press the weapon deeper till it breaks his skin.

He pauses, raising his head from your chest, lapping slowly at the trickling droplets of your blood before drawing back.

“Silly girl, didn’t anyone teach you how to kill a vampire?” He asks, grabbing your wrist in an iron grip, and though you try to fight his guidance, he’s too strong, pulling your hand until the stake is pressed to the centre of his chest.

“My heart is right here.” He murmurs softly, and with his hand on yours, he pulls the weapon closer, breaking skin once more.

“Stop.” You say, panic building inside of you, tugging at your hand in hopes that it can slip out from under his. You didn’t want this, you didn’t want to kill him.

You pull hard at your hand, gasping gratefully when you manage to pull away. 

You look at him, sharp breaths trying to calm yourself when you get your hand away. 

He gives you a soft smile, pulling the stake away from his chest and dropping it on the bed.

You gulp, watching the wound he’d caused heal before your eyes.

“You are,” You breathe, “Absolutely fucking crazy.”

“Maybe,” He agrees with a hum, “But at least you can admit to yourself now, that you want this too.” He leans forward, pressing his lips to yours chastely, “That maybe you actually like me.”

“Not wanting you to die is not the same as-”

“-Oh give me a fucking break.” He grunts, pulling back.

He grips your knees, and before you can figure out what he’s doing- he flips you onto your stomach.

You let out a little grunt, pushing yourself up, but suddenly pressed back down by the weight of his body covering yours.

“You’ve cum on my cock way too many times to be lying to yourself like this.” He hisses.

You turn your head, so that you can see his face in your peripherals.

"You're such an arrogant fuck." You grunt out, your rucked up shirt causing your nipples to press against the bed, the exposure of your body makes you almost quiver with delight.

He leans in, his breath against your ear as you feel his hands gripping your hips.

"Why can't you just admit to yourself that you might want me, hmm?" He hisses lowly in your ear, his breath brushing against your skin, tormenting you.

"That deep down," He continues, pressing his hand between your hips and the bed, "Somewhere in that pretty head and wet cunt," You feel his hand sliding lower, fingers touching the top of your mound, "You want me with you," He kisses your cheek, "Over you, under you, inside you." You feel him take a deep breath, his nose pressed to your neck.

"I want to lick your cunt so often that I can taste you when you're not there. Is that too much to ask for?"

Your head spins, too drunk on him to formulate words.

He makes it even harder, by slipping his hand lower, fingers meeting your wet slit.

He doesn't hesitate, fingers gliding easily down, meeting your clit and you let out a low, shuddering moan as your ache is addressed in the slightest way possible.

You tilt your hips forward, into his hand.

"Billy." You sigh, widening your legs instinctively, anything to encourage him to keep going.

“God, you’re so fucking wet.”

You mewl, nodding your head.

His finger slips gently over your clit, and your breathing pauses, you don't want to do anything that would make him stop giving you this pleasure.

He gives a firm press, and you feel your body shudder, a wave of pure bliss sinking over you.

You say his name again, shifting your body, trying to display your impatience to him.

"Ah ah ah, little girl. Where are your manners? I told you I wanted you to beg."

"Fuck you." You groan angrily.

His finger slips lower, massaging your entrance for a few moments before slipping his finger in.

You gasp, your body going lax at the feel of the pleasure building in you. It’s good. It’s so good and it’s so wrong that he makes you feel like this.

"So fucking tight." He hisses, "That cunt's begging for a stretch."

Focusing on his words are hard with the way his lone finger moves, pumping in and out of you easily, your body desperate for him.

Something goes off in your head, like a gun when he curls his finger, and touches that spot deep inside of you. It pulls a groan from the very depths of your soul. You pant, trying to keep your thinking focused with the way he’s trying to steal it.

"That's it. You like this huh? Like the way I take what I want?" He leans in till his lips are at your ear, "I like it too." You clench around his finger.

"You're a sick fuck." You groan, half your mouth muffled from where your face is pressed to the bed.

"Yeah? Am I? Do you hate me?" He pulls back, and before you can make any sound of protest, two of his fingers are sliding into you.

Fuck, you can feel your body stretching for him. He uses his other hand to grip your jaw, tilting your head up almost painfully so that your face isn’t muffled in the sheets anymore.

"Tell me you hate me." Billy whispers in your ear.

You cry, his fingers beginning to move slowly, spreading you open and forcing you to feel him, to ache for more of him.

His fingers slow when you don’t immediately answer, and you groan internally, assembling the words in your head.

“I- I,” You stutter out, tears dripping from your eyes uncontrollably and pooling around his grip on your jaw, “I h-hate you.”

“Yeah? Poor little girl. Should I stop then? Leave you alone?” He coos, voice condescending in every way possible.

“Nh-” You immediately vocalise, begging him in your head to not stop, but the words can’t seem to come out of your mouth.

He laughs in your ear, understanding what you were about to say without you having to say it. 

The pace of his fingers quicken, you hiss, arching your back, feeling your orgasm swiftly approaching. You’ve wanted him since this morning, since he pulled you onto his lap and told you that you were his.

Your body trembles, eyes rolling back in your head, on the brink of release-

-And then his fingers stop.

A cry of despair leaves your lips, and the denial in your body aches, and then hurts even more when he pulls his fingers away, withdrawing his hand from under you. His grip on your jaw loosens, until your face is pressed against the sheets once more.

You raise your head groggily, turning your body onto your side when you feel him lift himself off of you. You catch sight of him sliding his fingers, wet with your denial into his mouth.

You bite down on your bottom lip hard, on the brink of begging for him, pleading with him to make you cum, and then take you in any way he saw fit.

But that’s exactly what he wanted.

So instead, you stay still, trying not to speak, feeling the fire of denial burn through you.

You tug your shirt down, looking at him with angry eyes as he observes you.

“Are you done having your fun?” You ask bitterly.

The corner of his lip twitches.

"You know what to say if you want to cum, baby. Don't act like this isn't your choice."

You feel petulance build up inside of you, anger beyond thought.

"Go fuck yourself." You hiss, moving to slide off the bed.

He grips your hips, hauling you back, until you're on your back, looking angrily up at him.

"What's the rush, sweetness? Don't you want me to clean you up?" 

“Clean me?” You repeat in disbelief, sitting up, propping the weight of your torso onto your elbows. Your brain stalling on what that could possibly mean.

His smile is devious, the look of a man that has everything he wants and then some.

He takes his time, shouldering his body in between your thighs, his face so close to your dripping centre that you’re not sure if you have any brain cells left functional

“God.” He murmurs, his breath brushing along your mound as he takes in an unnecessary breath, his eyes immediately locking on to the messy place between your thighs, “You make me feel like the most insane person on the planet.” 

“You are the most insane person on the planet.”

He grins, lowering his head slowly, anticipation building inside of you, a simmering heat, a thrumming pulse.

“Love it when you talk dirty to me.” Is the last thing he murmurs before his lips meet your cunt.

You close your eyes, pressing your lips together, begging yourself to not make a sound. He places a gentle kiss to your slit, and then another, before you feel his lips part, and his tongue snake out.

You make a muffled groan behind your clenched teeth as he gets a taste of you.

What starts off gentle, turns slightly rougher as he lays a harsh swipe of his tongue along your pussy, a gasp leaving your lips as you feel Billy begin to slowly lick your cunt.

He’s thorough and unrelenting, his face buried between your thighs, licking at you without a care in the world.

You want to spit every degrading word you can at him, hating the way you know in the back of your head that only he has ever made you feel so good.

“Oh fuck you.” You gasp as his tongue finds your clit easily, a laugh vibrating through your nether regions as he hears you.

You give up trying to resist, reaching to grip the back of his head, hoping to urge him on.

It has the opposite effect, he raises his head, and you whine, a low, pained noise at his torment.

"I'm not clean enough yet," You argue, looking down to meet his scarlet eyes.

You look at each other for a long moment, the heat of unsaid words crackling between you.

You want to beg, you're almost on the brink of it.

"I agree." Is all he says before he lowers his head again.

"Fuck-" You gasp, your back hitting the bed as your arm refuses to support your weight for any longer. 

His tongue is too dexterous, licking at your clit, and then dipping down to your entrance. He groans, tongue catching your arousal straight from the source.

Your toes curl, blissful orgasm near, your body tingles with the anticipation of your impending release.

You moan his name, putting every ounce of desperate desire into the one word.

He pulls away right when you're on edge.

The sound that leaves you is pitiful, tears of frustration spill from your eyes as you look up at him.

"I'll give you anything if you let me come."

"You know what I want." He says, licking his lips.

"Besides that," You try to bargain, "I'll blow you again, or I'll let you bite me." 

His smile is one of amusement, it makes you feel like a child, begging for something you're not going to get.

"I think we've already established that if I wanted those things, you wouldn't stop me. Even if you could."

You frown, letting out a sharp breath, fully understanding that he would not take pity on you tonight.

"Fine, asshole, I'll do it myself." You grunt, slipping from under him and sitting up with the intention of a shower.

He grips your bicep harshly to stop you. You grit your teeth angrily, unable to look into his eyes.

"If I catch you touching that little cunt- my cunt- without permission. I'll teach what real punishment would be like."

He pulls you closer, till his lips are pressed right to your ear again, your stomach flipping at his proximity.

"I'll tie you to the bed, and edge you till you forget your name. I'll use you like my own personal fleshlight and I'll never let you cum."

You hiss angrily, nether regions throbbing at his words and you tug your arm out of his grip.

"Fuck. You." Is your only reply as you head to the bathroom for the coldest shower possible.

.

After all of that, you sleep in bed beside him.

Because you know him now a little, and you know there's no way he was letting you have your own bed.

You'd gone to sleep on opposite sides of the bed, but you'd woken up in his arms.

"Thought vampires didn't need sleep?" You ask, voice unsteady, having just woken up.

"We don't." He answers, looking down at you. 

Your eyes trace his scars, you want to touch them, ask him what happened.

"So why did you lie beside me all night?"

"Because I wanted to." He answers.

Your stomach flips, and you have to look away as you feel blood rush to your face.

"Will you tell me more about this…imprint?" You ask softly.

He makes a little sound of displeasure.

"It's not exactly an imprint- It’s like-" He lets out a low sigh.

"It sounds worse than it actually is, but- ugh- do you know what quantum entanglement is?"

"Do I look like a physicist?" You answer.

He rolls his eyes, a small smile on his face at your snark.

"As simple as I can explain, when two particles are entangled, they remain connected, regardless of distance."

"What entangles them?" You ask.

"Physical interaction, but, with people, it's a lot harder to explain because there's a lot that isn't understood. It can happen with anyone, but not everyone, and at a subconscious level, it has to be accepted by both."

"You're saying I chose this?"

"Some part of you did, yeah, some part of me too, and then, no matter how far I got from you, I could still feel you."

"Feel me?" You press, hoping for him to elaborate.

He raises a hand, his knuckles carefully brush your cheek.

"Like you were always standing in the room with me. Like I wasn't alone."

You blink, trying to figure out if you'd felt the same way. You had so many questions flying through your head and difficulty putting them into words.

“Is there any way to break it?”

You can almost feel the air go frigid between you.

“As far as I understand, nothing breaks the bond except dying.”

Great.

“And what happens if we stay together?”

“I’ve heard different things from different people.” He responds.

“Like what?” You ask, trying to think it through. You remember Ethan had mentioned that there was the prolonging of lives involved.

He closes his eyes, shakes his head.

"I don't want to tell you what I'm not sure about. I have a friend, bonded to a human, maybe you can ask them whenever."

You swallow, nodding, trying not to fret over the possibility of more vampires.

Deep in thought, you blink in surprise when you feel his thumb brush over your cheek again. You look up at him in surprise.

"I have another question, but it's very personal."

"What is it?" 

You stall for a moment, studying the look in his eyes, the dark reflectiveness of them, the way you can almost see yourself in his eyes.

"Exactly how old are you?"

It changes the sour mood, the corner of his mouth curling in amusement before he gives you a fanged grin.

"That is a personal question, and maybe I'm not comfortable with answering." He says, tapping the tip of your nose with a slender finger.

You huff.

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want to freak you out, and telling you my age is gonna freak you out."

Maybe he was right, maybe it was better that you didn't know.

You sigh, rolling onto your back to stare up at the ceiling. He gets closer to you, fingers tracing over your cheek and down your neck, only stopping when they reach the healing bite on your shoulder.

Experimentally, he presses his thumb against the wound. You turn your head sharply to look at him, feeling the pain swim through your body but not reacting to it.

“Ow.” You say simply.

“How bad does it hurt?” He asks quietly.

You smack his hand away, sitting up, your back to him.

“Why does it suddenly matter?” You jab, moving to dangle your feet off the side of the bed.

There’s a big silence, he doesn’t answer, and after a moment you’re forced to glance back to make sure he’s still there and hasn’t dissolved into the air because of you.

He’s looking at you, as if he somehow understands something about you that you don’t know about yourself.

“How many times have you been bitten?”

The question brings a laugh to your lips.

“Enough times that I'm used to it.”

“Does it hurt any less each time?”

You turn away, an amused and thoughtful smile rises to your face.

“Every time I get bitten, always hurts like the first time.” You say in finality, leaving the room soon after.

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Whatever bond he was describing- you didn’t feel it. There was nothing there but a deep seated need to explore him. It was more curiosity than desire.

At least, that’s what you told yourself to feel better.

You’d showered, looking at your reflection in the fogged mirror, trying to think clearly with so much frustration in your system. In the moment, you close your eyes, and recall the first time you’d ever fucked him.

It had been frantic at first, the way he’d used his tongue on you had your body begging for more, and you honestly thought you were going to die after you’d tried to kill him.

You’d put everything into it- savouring him because you wanted to seal yourself into his memory- if he was going to kill you by the end of it.

You’d gone pliant when he'd lined himself up with your entrance, and you can still remember the way your brain spiralled in surprise at the ridiculous amount of pleasure. No one had ever made you feel like that before.

Over and over again, you’d fucked till you could barely hold yourself up, till you’d been sitting on his lap, his hands gripping your hips to do all the work because you couldn’t even lift your head from the crook of his neck.

He’d been quiet, not like the second time, or even last night, when he was so vocal, the only thing you could compare it to was sin itself.

Your lower regions pulse. You can feel the heat between your thighs, begging for him, and the pleasure he gives regardless of how annoying he was.

It’s why you grab the dress at the bottom of the duffel bag to wear, deciding that you didn’t have to beg to get what you wanted. 

It was actually a really cute dress, blue, with little printed flowers all over it. Most importantly, it was short, only coming up to mid-thigh, which meant that if you bent over, he’d see the smallest scrap of lace you’d decided to call underwear today.

If he could play games, so would you.

.

He’s making breakfast when you step into the kitchen. It kind of amuses you, that he’s only cooking for you.

“Can I help?” You ask, stepping up beside him at the stove to look down at the omelette he’d been working at.

He glances at you, looks down at the stove, before blinking to look over at you once more.

You watch his jaw stiffen, you resist the urge to bite your lip as you watch his eyes trace down your body.

Oh, what power.

“Butter.” He says, “Fridge.”

You offer him a teasing smile, before turning away.

You bend unnecessarily, feeling your skirt rise up, cool air brushing the back of your thighs. 

The butter is on the middle shelf, making your bending completely unnecessary in the first place.

He's not looking at you when you turn around. You're not even sure if he's seen your little display.

He takes the butter from you without a word, and you're very intrigued by the way he cooks, the move of his wrist to flip the omelette.

"Can you get the bread toasted for me?"

How was he doing this? Being so calm and casual with you? Seeing this side of him was so much worse for your sanity than anything else. 

"You have bread?" You ask curiously, looking around, but not able to spot any.

"Yeah, here-" He steps away from the stove to reach into one of the overhead cupboards. You glance down at the pan on the stove, to make sure nothing is burning. The deep indentations on the handle of the pan barely catches your eye, and you blink in surprise.

There were deep impressions of his fingers… caused by squeezing too hard.

Maybe he was more affected with your display than he let on.

You fight a satisfied smile, giving him a knowing look when he returns to place the bag of sliced bread into your hands.

"You bought all of this for me?" You tease, "I'm flattered."

He looks hot when he rolls his eyes.

“It’s not like I had much of a choice. I can’t let you starve.”

“Because you like me?” You pry, swaying your shoulders playfully from side to side.

He huffs, using the spatula to flip the finished omelette onto a nearby plate.

Billy doesn’t respond, simply shaking his head without looking at you.

It only urges you on, like a match, sparking as it rubs against coarse paper.

You brace your hands against his kitchen counter, stiffening your arms as you use your toes to push you into an effortless bounce, using the momentum to raise your body, sitting yourself on his counter, facing him.

He doesn’t look, simply preparing the pan for toast.

“Ah,” You tease, parting your thighs subtly, “So you don’t like me then.”

Yet still, he doesn’t respond, calmly observing the bread as it toasts, the smell of it in the air makes your mouth water a little.

But it’s not what you’re hungry for.

“Maybe you only think you like me because of how sweet my blood tastes. Maybe it’s all in your head-”

Your voice goes quiet when he finally pins you with a stern glare. 

His movements are decisive, turning the stove off, moving the pan away from the residual heat, and then turning to you.

Goddamn.

You gasp, raising a leg to back away from him while also making an attempt to push him back with your foot, but there’s nowhere for you to go, your head bumps a cupboard door, and that’s all the distraction he needs to grab your ankle.

You let out a little squeak, gasping as he pulls you forward and right up against his body, encouraging your legs to wrap around him.

You open your mouth to speak, to protest, to fight him in an unmeaningful way, but you don’t get the chance as his hand grips the back of your neck, forcing your mouth onto his.

God fucking damn.

Your eyes shut, your body relaxes, and then sings with delight as he delves his tongue past your lips.

You moan into his mouth, unable to fight it, leaning in because it feels so good to have him. 

Fuck every part of you that told you this was wrong. You wanted him and nothing would stop you.

You grip his shirt in a tight fist, leaning in, meeting his mouth with an undeniable force. He presses back, and for a moment you feel so blissfully wanted, maybe more than you’d ever been before.

Only when his hand weaves into your hair, his fist tightening to hold your head in place as he leans away, do you remember the taunting remarks that got you here.

Your scalp stings, mouth falling open to gasp in air.

His eyes are dark red, like the blood he drinks to stay alive.

He doesn’t speak, releasing your hair to support your behind as he lifts you off the counter, moving quickly with your body pressed to his.

Your vision shifts too fast for comprehension, and the next thing you can process is lying face down across the marble kitchen island.

He grips the back of your head to keep you there, warm cheek to frigid marble and you stay, refusing to move, wishing that he takes in this moment, everything that you’re willing to give.

He leans over your body, until his mouth is pressed to your ear.

“Do you ever shut up?” Billy hisses, and you have to fight a satisfied smile.

He’s not done ranting, continuing on as if he doesn’t care for your answers.

“I know you just said that to get a rise out of me, but the very idea of me only wanting your for your blood- makes me fucking sick.”

He leans in even more, taking a deep breath in the space of your neck.

“I want all of you, every single piece of you, over and over again until you’re fucking mine.”

He leans away a little.

“Is that what you wanted to hear? Hmm? When you put on this little dress and flashed that cunt at me?”

He moves away even more, and the next thing you feel is him pushing your dress up, his hand pressed securely to the small of your back so that you can’t raise your body.

He's still for a moment, and so are you, burning with anticipation, your cunt getting wetter by the second.

You gasp in surprise when you feel his nose graze the back of your thigh.

You shudder, feeling his breath along your most sensitive areas, your skin tingles as he runs his nose upward, your hands curl into fists beside your head when you feel a small puff of air against your skin.

He’s still for so long that you find your body tense with anticipation, biting down on your bottom lip hard so that you don’t beg him to just put you out of your sordid misery. 

You make a small mewling sound of surprise when you feel his tongue lick along the lace gusset of your panties. 

He tugs at the scrap of fabric, pulling it away from the tacky seam of your cunt so that he can get a better look, an uninhibited view of your desire.

You want to say his name, so badly that you can feel the resonant sound of it in the back of your throat. Instead, you repeat it in your head.

Billy, Billy, Billy, Billy…

“I can’t believe how fucking messy this cunt gets. All for me.” He says softly, as if you’re not meant to hear but you do anyway.

“Such a fucking shame that you won’t beg. The things I want to do to you, the ways I want to make you cum.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, panting hard against the kitchen counter, your inner walls fluttering, begging. 

“Fucking tease.” He breathes out, as he watches more arousal spill from between your thighs.

Billy, please-

Your gasp gets caught in your throat as his tongue licks a wet trail from your clit to your entrance.

“Fuck- didn’t mean to do that but I can’t help it.” Is all he says before his tongue starts licking you slowly.

Your eyes roll back into your head and stays there permanently for a few seconds. The flood of bliss is almost too much for your body to manage.

He grunts, his hands gripping your thighs to spread your legs further apart.

His tongue is forceful as it dances over your clit, and then, after what you assume is a moment of contemplation, you feel his tongue push its way against your entrance.

Your breathing is sharp and shallow, you reach to grip the other edge of the counter, trying to get some leverage to remain sane.

The pleasure is shallow, but your body is hypersensitive with denial, his tongue fucking into you at a reasonable pace is almost enough to have your breath stalling in your throat.

When he finally gets control of himself, his tongue slows, carefully licking you, daring your body to think about orgasm.

After a few more moments, he raises his head, and you breathe a sigh of relief, your body releasing the tension of pleasure, your hands relaxing its grip on the marble countertop.

But you should have known better than to think he was done with you, not satisfied until you know for sure that you’ve lost this interaction.

His hands on your hips, gripping them as he turns you over, pulling you up into a sitting position.

Nose to nose, you look into his eyes with a half-lidded gaze.

“Your blood is nice,” He whispers, hand raising to cup your cheek, “But it’s you I want, huntress. Don’t forget that.”

You sigh, pressing your cheek into his palm and closing your eyes.

“Say it for me. What do I want?” He asks.

You breathe out a huff, an unknown emotion squeezing your throat tightly.

“Me.” You whisper softly, eyes still shut to avoid his gaze.

He doesn’t mind, thumb caressing your cheek.

“Good girl.”

And then he’s gone- right back to toasting bread, as if nothing had ever happened.

It almost drives you insane.

.

.

.

Happy Halloween!

[arobinwithoutbatman]

((Okay lets get going! I believe I'm up to... Knightquest Crusade Volume 1. I am... so concerned about everything.))

Jean Paul still being an absolute menace as Batman, I see

...a pair of cowboy twins? Robbing the same bank? Not knowing the other was there? Admittedly that's kinda funny

Oh Jean Paul is 100% walking headfirst into his programming, he's not resisting like he think he is

*Did you fucking brick up Tim's way into the Cave?!*

...he's gonna crash into a train?! That's gonna completely wreck Batman's reputation!

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I'm so glad Mrs Mac is an actual good woman

Awwww Tim got his special provisional!

Bruce and Alfred are still in Santa Prisca?! Jesus...

A train robbery and Tim's breaking into the cave

...I see that jawline... and that grin... *fuck off, Clown*

Ugh, Tim really can't win and Jean-Paul has officially lost it and no longer considers himself a human

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Robin #1? Huh.... might have to alter my reading list...

...he snapped out of it? At least enough to stop hurting Tim though now Tim is understandably very cautious and doesn't want Jean-Paul anywhere near him

Tim has his own car now tho. I always thought he Redbird was a bike tbh

Oh! He's still with Ariana, cute

Awwwww he's taking her to his school's dance! And talking up her talents and dreams, what a gentleman

...I spoke too soon. Tim inserted his whole foot into his mouth by getting snappy about cars. You're doing a shit job of hiding the fact that you really want to drive your secret vigilante car

...oh hi Arthur Brown. Oh! That means Steph will be turning up soon!

Boyz? ...fuck me, that alone is making me feel old. This issue came out in... 1993?

And now Tim's been mistaken as one of the 'Speed Boyz'

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Oh shit right, Jack is still missing

Awwww still calling his girlfriend when he can~

...wtf is Alfred doing in England? I thought he and Bruce were in Sants Prisca?

Oh good! There's a good lead on Jack! And the Redbird can look after itself, thank goodness

Tim is such a little shit in his head, I love it and wish he had the confidence to say some of that out loud

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Back to 'Batman'

Tally Man... that's a new one

I'm not sure an isolation tank is the best thing for you, Jean-Paul. That kind of sensory deprivation can be pretty peaceful for some but in your specific situation? I have a feeling it would only make things worse

Again, I'm not sure I like the route of his meditation but it certainly reveals a lot

And Tally Man is seeking more debts

...Jean-Paul hid his isolation chamber... in the warehouse that Tally Man's target happened to be using. And neither of them realised until this Johnny *found the fucking tank and shot it?!

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Okay cool, Jean Paul having more System bullshit that's only making his headspace *worse*

Tally Man has a bone to pick with... debtors?

Ah. He killed the previous Tally Man as a 12 year old and was treated to adult jail because everything sucks in comics

Aaaand Jean-Paul's switched to calling himself Azrael. This... isn't good

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Lunch break

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Jean-Paul... buddy. DOn't do it. Don't go on an actual crusade through Gotham

Insider knowledge... admittedly clever but jfc JP

Okay... so now there's someone who JP could have become and potentially is becoming

Okay cool, mobsters being taken out, Gordon suspects Bruce isn't under the cowl and JP is just getting worse. He doesn't care for the detective work that's necessary to the role, he's just here for a fight and it's such an easy way for the System to worm in and corrupt everything in his head. Which I suspect is exactly what's happening

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...holy shit, JP's rambling actually worked?!

And now this Mekros is all confused

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Oh the Trigger Twins are back

JP, don't frame this as not wanting Tim in danger. You don't understand the partnership and you think he holds you back

Car chase on the train tracks, okay

And they're dealt with... OH FUCK OFF CLOWN, YOU AND YOUR STUPID LONG HAIR

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Damn. Christmas again. Which means it's been... a year since Bruce got his back broken?

Oh hey Mr Freeze! Was wondering when you would turn up

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Oh? Catwoman issue?

Oh! Selena is with an eco group? And they've never noticed that she's not around when Catwoman is? Incredible

So looks like JP and Selina are gonna meet

These environmentalist guys are so... 90s stereotypical

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Hm.... JP might have a little crush~

Lol he totally had dirty dreams about her~

And he's got it wrong and once again proving that he's not great at the detective side of things

Huh. She's immediately guessed that there's someone else under the cowl

Oh dang, she really called him sterile

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Gotta say... I definitely prefer the sleeker black look over the purple sprayed on look

Though it does add to the disguise funnily enough. From a distance, she looks naked and either you're gonna look away or you're gonna stare too much at her boobs and pay little attention to her face or what she's doing

And now you've gone and framed Catwoman because you don't know how to do the detective side of things or investigate and put an entire section of Rainforest at risk

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"Undersexed sanctamonious dolt" that's one hell of a description and absolutely implies that she knows Bruce would've gone for her and treated her like a gentleman. And also confirms that he goes along with the flirting

At least he listened and they fixed things

[heartfucksmouth]

endoscopy tomorrow, bright and early. it's gonna suck recovering from sedation and not knowing if I'll be okay to care for Aidan for most of the day.

myles car insurance went up alot. his parents blamed it on our state giving licenses to illegal aliens who dont know how to drive. I sent him two different articles - one citing all of the reasons (none being about immigrants) and another about how the Act thay was passed worked and how undocumented people still have to study for a permit test and then practice driving for a driving test. he brought it back up to them this morning while I was asleep and they got all defensive, he sent them the articles and they refused to read them and he told them I was the one who sent them to him and they were all "don't tell her don't upset her before her procedure" and ofc he told me and I laughed and was like "don't tell me? I already know they're ignorant assholes, it's not gonna upset me further than i already am lmao" they're such fucking turds, it's unbelievable. they want me to like them soooo bad (bc i can take their grandchild away, thats my assumption) but constantly out themselves without even realizing it. bc it's impossible for them to be anything other than their uneducated ignorant bitter stupid racost selves. jfc.

I wish we could live somewhere where I'm not constantly drained of my life force by the dumb around me. like, it's really happening and it impacts my health. I mask more, I use more energy, I burn out, I crash, I rest, repeat.

[holdmyhopeinyourhands]

“Safe racing” until M** decides to nearly run Schumacher off the road for P7 jfc

I know. Like the timing. The timing. Man really said don't forget I'm still around trying to crash people out.

[mommytimmy]

Hi hello i know this is out of the blue but i need you to know that i just. Absolutely adore your art. All of it. Its so so gorgeous and delicate in just. An incredible way and if i could id print out every single piece and consume it like a 5 course dinner. Your tim is so so gender and the way you draw him is beautiful. Genuinely, your style makes me so so happy to see

omg 🥺🥺 I took a while to answer this because I couldn't think of an answer that wasn't (incoherent screaming).

I really like drawing pretty people and pretty men, and Tim is so special because he also brings a youthfulness to it, like his cheeks are soft and still a bit baby fat despite his Self Care Choices I think fljskahdjklsahd (if I were to age him up, I'd definitely keep the kind of looks that have people carding him to buy alcohol) 🙈

I keep thinking of the balance of drawing a pretty androgynous guy without relying on over-feminization, and I don't know! I think as a character Timmy should be confident in how he presents himself and therefore does absolutely deranged stuff with his fashion choices LMFAO like his Sticking Up Hair from old comics with the Gotham giants magenta shirts LMFAO I haven't drawn that, but it lives in my head rent free, he has so much range. OR how in GK he tucks his pants into his socks oh my god I want to shove him into a locker????

Tim doesn't know how cute he is even when he hasn't washed his sweater for 2 weeks fr... But definitely, I feel like I've drawn him when he's "produced" himself for the public (taking notes for future drawings)

Another super nice thing about getting into comics is that legitimately I can do whatever I want with Tim's design? If you look at my first drawings on this account, definitely the way I have been settling on drawing Tim has changed, and I keep thinking of ways to live my best life while also having Tim look like himself, and it's still a bit of a learning curve heheh I think the goal would be having people recognize him from a lineup of his siblings (which I have to get to btw, I really want to draw the Robins but crash into the wall of "I don't draw handsome people as well as I do pretty people" fjsahdjklsad)... which comics don't do btw, it's embarrassing how many times I've confused Tim and Dick? They should color code them like the power rangers jfc

I'm also glad (laying on the floor crying) to learn more anatomy even though I never actually show it lmfao I still draw it like some clown before drawing clothes over it, but drawing superheroes is SUCH a chance to learn how to draw!

All this to say, I draw ultimately to make myself happy, and I'm lucky enough that with a couple days of resting the eyes, I can look at my own drawings like someone else made them LOL it also makes me really happy other likeminded people can enjoy the drawings I make (while I also enjoy the fanworks they make; I love ur writing!) I'll keep doing my best to keep learning how to draw so we can have more things to enjoy together! 😤

[woodchoc-magnum]

Lone Star Hate Watch 3x02

Disclaimer: I hate the show, you love it - that's great, please don't read this, have a wonderful day!

Eddie Diaz for beautiful, calm, cleansing energy and here we go:

Spoiler alert - the show still fucking sucks

Ah they remembered the kid trapped under the ice

Oh shit the kid has asthma

I love that the kid just drops fucking cheetos all over the floor and mashes them into the carpet.

This is why I don't have kids. Only cats.

Asthma attack plus being trapped under the ice? That's a double banger right there

100% this kid should die right

Julie Benz – babe, you could do better than Owen Strand, I promise you

This dude's woken up in Owen Strand's house in fucking terror as Owen brandishes a hot poker at him

I think Judd should be a captain

"Those 126 boys really are something" oh godddd this show is so DUMB

Like genuinely I don't recall anyone in the OG being like "oh wow that 118 crew is so amazing" jfc

And I mean Buck and Eddie jumped between buildings and rescued a guy hanging from the back of a plane LIKE? Hello

Not to mention the whole tsunami deal but WHATEVER

EDDIE SCALED A FERRIS WHEEL

And no one was like "oh wow the 118 WOW they're so amazing oh my god"

Anyway, re the boy in the ice – I'm at the part where they call 911 and Grace is talking to them, and here's what I think is going to be the explanation for how this child is inexplicably still alive. He was having an asthma attack when he fell into the water, which closed his airways, which meant he didn't breathe in any water which meant he didn't drown. And there'll also be some kind of bullshit about how the freezing water slowed his heartbeat or something.

BUT that doesn't explain how you can survive in sub-zero water with no oxygen to your brain for any length of time but it's Lone Star and of course nothing ever makes sense

You know the longer you clowns stand around talking about how TK was a firefighter in New York, the longer the kid is trapped under the ice and he should be dead already. Just saying.

Look I'm sorry but that kid should be dead.

And I feel like I'm supposed to be curious about why this guy in Owen's house was shot and stabbed but I really don't care

Other than hoping that he shoots and stabs Owen I guess

I know people were talking about how this was a good episode but I've literally just checked the time and I'm only ten minutes in

Which means I have another 30 minutes of this hard-to-watch, bad snow effect TV show

I guess maybe if you like, care about the characters, you might be invested? But I just don't care about any of them (except Judd and Grace, Billy and now Julie Benz)

Oh I also forgot that Marjan crashed her car in last week's episode, so guessing she's still trapped in there

I'm also supposed to be working and instead doing this, so... yeah.

This Paul trapped in a collapsed building storyline is very reminiscent to me of Hen trapped in a building in Season 2

(which was way better because I could actually see what was going on)

God the earthquake in Season 2 was fucking great, wasn't it? Buck and Eddie scaling the building, Hen getting trapped, Bobby and Chimney trying to rescue her, that guy falling out the window and splattering on the pavement… 10/10 absolute banger

How the fuck is this kid possibly still alive

I love this scene of TK hitting ineffectually at the ice, can't wait until he falls in

HAHA he just fell in

Is it too much to hope that TK dies

It is, right

I love these two onlookers are just letting Tommy and Nancy pull TK and the kid free and are doing absolutely nothing to help

"you're not dead until you're warm and dead"…. Yeah I'm thinking my theory on this is going to be 100% correct

Lindsay babe you are so damn hard on yourself

My god girl

I don't care about any of this mopey bullshit

Oh please let it collapse again

Now the water pipes have burst which means they could freeze and also drown? No they stopped it so no drowning, just freezing

"Survival window went to minutes" then WHAT ABOUT THE KID UNDER THE ICE HUH

I just feel like a lot of my thoughts on this episode and the first one have been a lot of worrying about the kid under the ice

The show is interesting, and then it shifts to Owen and completely falls flat again

Now the guy with the bullet wound, who was terribly traumatised by Owen branding him with a hot poker, has escaped

I just think the snow effect makes the show look even more washed out than usual

Nobody has done literally anything to help TK at this point

I hope he dies

I just think this kid should be dead.

He's been under the ice for like an hour you guys, he should be fucking dead

But OF COURSE HE ISN'T

And the show's like "the kid's fine" but then TK is going to almost die

"Where's TK" oh here we go

Now Paul is making the poor girl strip

You know as much as I hate the heat in summer, I'm really thankful that snow is not something that I will ever have to worry about

I miss the OG

I miss Eddie Diaz

TK's out wandering in the fucking snow like an Abominable Snowman

HE HAS HYPOTHERMIA YOU FUCKING IDIOTS

HE'S NAKED

HE'S FUCKING NAKED

THIS IS SO DUMB

HE'S GOT THE SNOW BRAIN SCRAMBLIES

(off topic but there's this line in the excellent 1999 movie "Armageddon" that makes me laugh every time and this scene reminded me of it - when they're on the asteroid and Steve Buscemi goes crazy and starts shooting everything up with a machine gun (yeah it's a fucking GREAT MOVIE you guys), Bruce Willis says, in all seriousness - "He's got space dementia." And I really think that line applies to TK here - "He's got snow dementia.")

Like I know you guys were saving the kid but like, he really needed some attention as well, is all I'm saying

You know when people talk about Buck getting whumped on the OG, this is what they want

And the OG has never done this to Buck

Like we couldn't handle it if Buck was naked on the OG, we would all spontaneously combust and Tumblr would meltdown

That's why people like this episode, because everyone's in danger and TK is getting whumped again, like he does in literally every single season

I'm not saying he's a Mary Sue damsel-in-distress, but I'm also not NOT saying that

I'm 30 minutes in, we're nearly at the end

I'd laugh if the jackhammering caused the building to collapse

And now Paul's passed out

Hey Marjan is still trapped in her car I guess

Oh god the thing that pisses Paul off is that they CLOSED THE 126 are you FUCKING SERIOUS

If I eyeroll any harder I'm going to get eye cramps

Fucking complain all you want about 5a of the OG but I still prefer that to this schmaltzy CRAP

I'm so bored.

By the end of this episode we'll have Paul with hypothermia, TK with hypothermia, Owen lost in the wilderness (probably with hypothermia) and Marjan trapped in her car (potentially with hypothermia)

Judd and Grace, loves of my life

Judd is the best, most devoted husband

Oh here's Marjan, still trapped in her car

Now she's gonna get hypothermia

I've typed "hypothermia" more in this than I ever have in my entire life

Now Owen's fallen down a small incline

And HE'S going to get hypothermia

Oh the kid in the ice is going to make a full recovery, well, no fucking shit Sherlock - also they give absolutely no explanation for this so my theory still stands

TK's in a coma I guess

I hope he dies

I hope Owen dies too

Maybe the show would actually be worth watching without the Strands

Owen's in a barn with a bunch of immigrants, if this turns out to be some kind of white saviour shit in the next episode I swear to god

And he doesn't know that TK is in hospital but honestly, he barely remembers that TK is his son at the best of times so I'm not really sure that's going to matter too much to him

I don't care about any of this

Oh the guy Owen rescued has a gun and he's the bad guy and I don't care.

In summation - this show sucks and I don't care.

I'm also always really surprised when I read stuff like "oh this was actually a really good episode!" like in comparison to what though? Because they all suck. This show is terrible. It's just stealing from the OG at this point.

Hit predictions - TK wakes up with Carlos by his side, they reconcile after a few episodes, the 126 is saved, Owen rescues all those illegal immigrants... yeah. It's going to be so fucking great.

Eddie Diaz to cleanse: