#im sorry i never know who to tag in these things

[gallashagger]

jinx

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during a conversation, liam gets jinxed and can’t speak. the reader enjoys teasing him, while he goes out of his way to get the reader to say his name.

short smut • lowercase intended

not proof read !

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you were at the studio with the band, tagging along with liam. after recording a million takes of the same song, liam exhaustedly sat next to you.

���should we do another take?” noel asked unsure, making everyone in the room groan. “i’m sorry im the only one who wants this to be perfect.” he threw his hands in the air in defense. “it is perfect!” you and liam managed to say at the same time. “jinx!” you yelled, sitting up excitedly.

liam opened his mouth to talk, but your finger pressed against his lips. “you can’t talk until i say your name.” the band immediately erupted into laughter. “oh my god this is gonna be great!”

“please never say his name!” noel laughed. liam just crossed his arms in silence, accepting his fate. shortly after, you two went home, liam stubbornly looking out the window the whole time.

you took this has an opportunity to mess with him. you would say any word that started with L to get him excited, ask him questions you knew he couldn’t answer, etc. you were having all the fun in the world, but of course, liam wouldn’t let it stay that way.

later that night you stood in the bathroom getting ready for bed. as you were doing your routine, you watched in the mirror as liam walked behind you. he wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder, making you feel kinda bad for this jinx thing.

“what are you doing?” you asked before he shot you a little glare, remembering he can’t talk. a smirk then plastered on his face as his hands roamed up and down your body.

“you’re not gonna get me to say your name.” you turned around and looked up at him, but his smirk didn’t falter. he leaned in and kissed you, pressing his whole body into you. as he did so, you gasped feeling his hard on press into you.

as you were about to say his name, you caught yourself. “ill give you a hand, but you still can’t talk.” you offered, and liam’s eyes widened. you wanted to help him because you felt a little bad, but it was too fun winding him up.

liam’s smirk only grew as you kissed his neck. you reached your hand down between the two of you and palmed him through his jeans. he opened his mouth, trying his best to hold back all his noises.

you slowly dropped to your knees, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down. you traced the skin above the waistband of his boxers and hooked your fingers around them. you gently tugged on them but wouldn’t take them off, and liam got frustrated.

“eager, huh?” you looked up after he had quickly pulled them down for you. he flipped you off, making you chuckle. you grabbed the base of his cock and started to slowly stroke him. you heard his breath hitch as he leaned forward to grab the edge of the counter behind you.

he instinctively thrusted into your hand and you added your mouth. you licked his entire length to the tip before wrapping your lips around him. you bobbed your head taking more of him every time. you could tell he was struggling to stay silent, and the whole scene before you was really hot.

you moved your hands to his hips and let your mouth take control. the way he fucked your mouth, snd just knowing how you made him feel, it was the biggest turn on.

liam caught how you clenched your legs together and shifted uncomfortably, trying to find some friction. his hand moved to your head and he grabbed your hair as he pulled out of your mouth. you let go, confused as he helped you to your feet.

“what’s wrong?” you asked. liam shook his head before spinning you around. his front pressed into your back, pressing you into the counter. you pushed against him and arched your back as he rolled his hips, the friction doing wonders for the both of you.

his hand instantly moved to your clit and rubbed it through your pants. his other hand moved up to knead your breasts. his fingers slid lower in your pants and swiftly slid into your hole. you bit your lip as you moaned, keeping yourself from screaming out his name as he curled his fingers just right

he could tell you were close, so he pulled out his fingers making you whimper. he pulled down your bottoms and without warning he slammed into you. you gasped, grabbing onto the counter for your life. his hands dug into your hips hard enough to bruise you as he railed you.

you moaned out a list of cuss words, all while trying not to say his name, but it got to a point where you couldn’t take it anymore. when his hand trailed infront and started to rub your clit, you knew you were done.

he continuously hit your g spot perfectly and you couldn’t hold yourself back. you cried out his name and looked up in the mirror, catching his expression.

he finally didn’t hold back his moans, and soon enough you came. not long after he cussed as he came.

after a minute or two he pulled out and wrapped his arms around you. “knew i’d break you.” he kissed your shoulder. “shut up, you dick.” you smiled, turning around in his arms. you playfully hit him before you both moved to get dressed.

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i hate this it SUCKS

anyways..

i need some fluff requests cus i’ve basically only written smut and i feel like a whore ✌️🙂 ok that’s a joke but srs 😓

ok so my fuckign dumbass forgot to put tags on this how did that happen

[fridgrave2-0]

hehe ghost-turbo haunting felix au

turbo is connected to the last piece of his code in the whole arcade - a trophy he gifted to felix in mid 80s as a symbol of him genuinely caring about their relationships on par with being the best racer. felix also gave him one of his medals and both kept their gifts next to other rewards, but when roadblasters and turbotime were unplugged, the medal was gone with everything else

now, after burning in cola-lava turbo is basically dead, but scraps of his code still were intertwined with the trophy (after all, it was his first winner's cup, but felix never knew about it), giving turbo an opportunity to exist as a shadow incapable of interacting with anything and anyone besides felix, who kept the trophy even after the roadblasters incident

also I went crazy in tags, feel free to check them out

[multiverse-of-multifandoms]

ALICENT HIGHTOWER & RHAENYRA TARGARYEN HOUSE OF THE DRAGON "The Lord of the Tides"

[beatlblog]

#i really really wish he hadn't kept throwing george under the bus like that#nunya business son! (via i-am-the-oyster)

#and people still claim this one isn't about john#but sure#it's about *george* not telling john he loved him#you keep that emotional distance son (via javelinbk)

#leave george out of this#exploding him with my mind (via icriedforthemoon)

#my good sir keep george out of it (via liddypaul)

#the way he's throwing george under the bus here..... (via camphorror)

#everytime he's being gay about john he Has to throw george under the bus#WHY DOES HE DO THAT (via repressedgaymer)

#i'm throwing a brick at him (via longing4yesterday)

#i’m sure george really regretted… not telling john he wanted to suck it one last time :/#i hope george hit their heads together at least once i really do (via thegirlwiththeaxe)

#and his situation isn’t as bad as someone say george’s so he’s actually lucky#i think the worst thing he could imagine was john dying while they weren’t friendly and is afraid that john didn’t know#so he gives that pain to george in order to verbalize it. but george isn’t you paul it’s not going to be the same#he always tries to sound wise but in this case it just sounds childish (via weedsmokingmacca)

#paul mccartney: queen of the john girls (via lastlennonista)

#george i cry for you :( (via ringosmistress)

#projection is strong with this one (via therealestwizard)

#i hate him. so much#ah yes the classic mccartney maneuver:#“ah fuck this is starting to sound rlly gay quick throw the George Distraction Smoke Bomb so no one figures out im devastated i never told#john i love him“#smooth macca smooth (via paulmccartneyexplodingonstage)

#you know I'm sure george geniunely was regretful that he and john never sorted things out#but come on you didn't write that song from george's perspective (via always-a-mad-comet)

#would love to know what george thought on hearing this#rub it in paul why dontcha (via kinsfaun)

#like the tags are saying#e's the king of projecting (especially when it comes to john) (via friends2go)

#George should've killed him and I'm being so serious (via iwannabeyourman)

#sometimes I think George held an unnecessary grudge towards Paul#and then I hear Paul say shit like this and I get it#like yeah#I probably wouldn’t want to be around people like this either#like why are you projecting that on me#YOU didn’t tell him you loved him#you even said that. multiple times.#and I am not your little brother#can you stop being condescending#sorry for the rant#I love george and I love Paul#I just don’t know why he’s the way that he is (via mockerprincess)

#shut up about george omfg (via muzaktomyears)

#so interesting that he starts saying he and john finally reconnected a few weeks before john died#and then mid-sentence he changes the word to ‘months’ (via janeeyrewasfaecoded)

#*actively in tears* no ​IM normal and fine. but i bet THAT guy is super torn up about it#points to a man who visibly does not give a fuck#come on man even you have to see this shield is flimsy as hell#you never communicated let’s not kid ourselves (via weedsmokingmacca)

#yeah sure George#of course (via one-after--909)

idk how george was able to tolerate him (via beatle-stories333)

#george definitely has nothing to do with all that#that's the song about you and john (via yulia-k-blog)

#under the bus you go george (via scurator)

#I really don’t like that paul speaks for george here#because we is going to say ‘no that’s not true’ when he is paul mccartney#once of the closest sources#i’m not saying paul is lying but still. (via georgegirltm)

#I would make fun of him for the george stuff but he sounds like he's about to cry (via always-a-mad-comet)

#leave george out of this! (via midchelle)

#< prev so true. ''oh i had no regrets abt john but GEORGE never told him he loved him and wanted to hold john in his arms#and kiss him and say that john was his and-''#sure paul (via unusable)

what if I just jump off a bridge

[lovesickeros]

☆ de fontaine

{☆} characters furina {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings angst, suicidal thoughts, hurt / no comfort {☆} word count 1.4k

This wasn't fair. This wasn't fair. This wasn't fair!

She thought, for one moment, she could put the mask down and breathe – for one moment of daydreaming, she thought she could just be Furina. She thought she would finally get to live the live she should've had in the first place, the life she threw away to play God to an audience who saw her as nothing but a circus animal, dancing to their whims. Furina just wanted to be selfish for one brief and fleeting moment..and it was gone before she could even grasp it in her hand. A comet soaring past far out of her reach.

She can barely keep her hands from violently shaking as she looks down at them – broken and bloody and more a corpse then a person – and she feels so numb she can't even feel the rain pelting against her back. None of this is fair, she wants to scream, why is it always me? But her voice is silent beneath the torrent of rain. She wonders if the ocean would take her if she sank into it's depths – just for a moment, she wonders how it would feel to finally be able to sleep at ease.

Furina is tired.

But Furina is nothing if not useful, isn't she?

So she forces her feet to move, dragging against the stone beneath her heels, and drags their bloodied body into the nearest empty building, letting the rain do the work of washing away the smeared blood following her path. The smell makes her feel sick, the feeling of it sticking to her hands and gloves makes her lightheaded, but she persists. Because Furina is useful, because Furina won't let them die out in the rain, because Furina won't stand by and just let them rot on the streets like some..pest.

Furina wants to go home. She wants to sleep and she isn't she if she wants to wake up, this time. But she keeps going anyway.

Because it's all she's ever done, and the habit sticks.

An Archon she may not be, not anymore, but the expectations of five hundred years still linger like eyes on the inside of her skull. They watch her, pry and prod at her thoughts, mocking laughter and judging eyes following her as she forces herself to dance to the song they weave with glee. Furina never stepped off that stage – she's still there, she thinks, watching the crowd stare at her in disdain as the curtain call looms above her like a guillotine. She still hears Neuvillette deliver her damnation and salvation with a trembling voice, still feels her hair stand on end when electro crackled like the crack of the whip, Clorinde's blade aimed at her like a loaded gun.

She's trapped on that stage and she never left, not really.

She hates it. She thinks she hates them, but it's not their fault. They didn't ask for this, didn't ask for everyone to turn against them, didn't ask for her to save them. Neither did she..yet here they are, she thinks.

She tries to tell herself she's in control this time, though. She can stop performing her part in this horrible, bloody play any time she wants. It makes her feel better, just for a little while, if she convinces herself she's still Furina, painfully human.

And Furina has always been good at lying.

It's the believing that's the hard part.

There isn't time for her to wallow in her own self pity, though. They're still bleeding out onto the dusty, creaky floorboards of some random, broken down house and she's just standing there as the blood stains the wood. She can fix it – she's good at fixing things. She's done nothing but fix things – try to, anyway – for five hundred years. She can fix a little wound, how hard could it be? Her hands are clenched so tight they ache as she kneels down, wincing at the creak of the floorboards beneath her heels– she hesitates just long enough to wonder if she's making a mistake before she peels away just enough of the outer layer of their clothes to see the deep, bloody gash across their chest. She tries not to think about it – it's deep, too deep, and she feels dizzy just looking at it, but she's handled worse, right?

Furina can fix it. That's what she's good at.

She doesn't feel so confident when she tries to wrack her brain for..something. Five hundred years, and a little wound stumps her? No, she had to have learned something, right? She's decidedly not trying to buy time because she's panicking, parsing through hundreds of years of memories like flipping through a book. Furina isn't made for this, not really – she's running on nothing but adrenaline and she's really not sure what she's doing, but she's trying. And just like before, it won't be enough, will it?

She'll fall short again – she'll be too late to fix it before she's alone again.

Furina was an Archon..used to be. What use would she have for that sort of knowledge? Which makes her predicament all the more harrowing and bleak. What was she supposed to do?

Furina had heard it first hand, that vitriol in Neuvillette's voice. She isn't sure she's ever heard him that..angry before. She's not sure he would listen to her if she tried, either. And that scares her more then anything. All of Fontaine was up in arms about this..imposter, yet here she was, staring down at them bleeding out in front of her, and she was trying to save them.

Why? Why is she throwing away her only chance at normalcy for a fraud? Why didn't she just turn them in?

They were dying – that should've been a good thing, shouldn't it? So why didn't it feel like it?

"Why you?" Her voice breaks as she speaks in harsh tones, grabbing the front of their shirt in trembling, bloodied hands. "Why now?" She wants to scream, to demand answers they can't give, to claw back the reprieve she was promised after five hundred years of agony..and all she can do is sob into their chest, pleading for an answer that will not come. "Why me?"

Silence is their answer, and it hangs heavy on her trembling shoulders as she cries.

Of course they don't, she thinks bitterly, no one has ever answered her pleas spoken in hushed sobs. Not her other self and certainly not them.

Furina has always been alone. Furina will always be alone.

Because Furina never left that stage, never left that moment when she looked at herself in the mirror and took up a mantle too heavy for her to bear. She always finds her way back eventually. There's no one on the other side anymore – she stands alone on a stage, waiting for an inevitable end she isn't sure will come.

"Please," She pleads through tears and choked sobs, clinging to them like they are all that keeps her from sinking. "Please don't leave me, too." The words burn on her tongue – how pathetic is she that she craves companionship from the bloodied body of the imposter? Perhaps she's truly lost her mind after all these years..perhaps she's finally gone mad. She must have.

But their presence is like the first feeling of gentle warmth upon her skin as the sun crests the horizon, like the gentle lap of tides along her heels, the sway of branches and leaves as the wind blows through them like an instrument all it's own. They are the soothing sound of rain against the window as she watches the dreary skies in fond longing, the first bloom of spring as color blooms upon the landscape like paint had been spilled across the hills and valleys.

They are like the faint spark she carefully nurtures and stokes, so fragile even the smallest wind could blow it out like a candle. She cradles it within her palms, pleads with whoever will listen – prays that someone finally listens, because if not for her, then for them.

She's failed to protect too much already, let too many people with so much trust in her fall between the cracks of her fingers like grains of sand. She won't let them go – she can't.

If nothing else, if she couldn't be saved when she begged for salvation from that five hundred year long agony, even if she never got that chance..

Furina will make sure they do.

[nanavn]

Prev tags:

#for the non horse types: a teaser mare is a mare in heat who helps get a stud excited so he can go through semen collection or just to get

#him in the mood or gauge how he's gonna perform for a live cover-- irl breeding-- that day. a teaser mare is just like. idk horse porn?

#she shouldnt be reachable bro!! and i cannot imagine a normal scenario where putting a way too small human condom on a horny stallion #somehow feels safer and less risky than just moving the mare away or having a half barrier or-- god forbid-- training the stallion better.

#stupid things like this always come down to people not knowing how to gently but firmly work with stallions. i swear people never train the

#and keep them boxed up all day with no socialization with other horses and then let them out only to collect or breed and no wonder theyre

#aggro and insane. at least types like this. also like: if youve ever seen a horny stallion. even a well behaved one is gonna shift and danc

#around and do the little stallion dance and make noises. why the hell would you wait till

#his dick has dropped and get under there and try to roll a condom on!!!! im sorry for all the horse dick talk im just floored. so unsafe.

#and weird. just plain weird.

The teaser mare is like a fluffer, so this is basically a male porn actor fucking the fluffer off cam, while wearing a thimble as 'protection'.

It's ...

I just wanted to share with you that one of my university's riding mares accidentally got pregnant because they lent her out to be a teaser for a local stud, and the stud's owner put a Trojan Magnum condom on the stud, which apparently broke.

Oh. My. God.

[javierduffy]

just a few javieran horse headcanons because i like them a normal amount

branwen

- tall AND fat. kieran makes sure he’s always fed (maybe even accidentally a teensy bit overfed. just because kieran can’t help but indulge him when he butts him with his head or nuzzles at his pockets when he knows there’s treats in there. but never too much because ‘obesity is a problem, even in animals !’). probably about 17hh, taller than average for a kentucky saddler but nothing too big. especially since kieran himself is quite tall

- VERY well-tempered, both naturally, as well as because kieran has literally made him bulletproof. bagged him, blanketed him, stood, jumped, backflipped onto and off of him. this kindly gentleman of a horse only spooks when he wants to be bratty specifically.

- i think he’s about 6 or so, came from the stables kieran worked at after being orphaned, he was just a colt when kieran was just a kid. kieran learned how to birth foals quickly, and branwen happened to be one of them. with the way that they fell in love with each other and the way that branwen whinnied and pranced up to the fence when kieran came back to buy him after the army didn’t work out, you’d think that horse was born just for him.

- his favourite treats, in order, are rutabaga (kieran’s secret for branwen’s glossy coat. also why he’s kinda fat.), boiled potatoes mixed into his oats, apples, and fresh greens. he’s simultaneously incredibly easy to please because of the simplicity of the latter parts of his favourites list and also very needy and complicated because kieran so loves to make his pony happy with his absolute favourite treats, so he tries his very best to get branwen’s eccentric tastes pleased once falling into the VDL’s.

- i always say “a horse’s favourite thing to do is hurt itself”, and i think this statement holds relatively true for branwen as well, though there’s a 25% chance that he’s actually hurt, a 50% chance that he’s only mildly injured or spooked and he’s playing it up to get kieran to dote on him, and a 25% chance that he will protect kieran with his life when they’re in a dire situation (see: snake on the ground or gunfire nearby. or even god forbid a spare tumbleweed find it’s way rolling nearby.) despite kieran’s last wish being his horse getting injured. branwen thinks that he’s gotta be The Man and protect his dad sometimes. it does not help in any situation ever whatsoever.

- branwen is the PERFECT companion for a trail riding date. he’s settled, calm, has a great gait, and as a gelding, truly is not worried about other horses being “faster” than him, so he never gets rowdy nor has any problems when partner riders/horses crowd him. kieran is allowed to ask for as many kisses as he pleases because branwen will never jump when javier’s gold-tipped boots poke him in the side and boaz irritatedly flicks his flank with his tail. truly a goated wingman. also never complains about long rides, and enjoys being out of camp with his rider for as much as physically possible for both of them, so he’s never barnsour in either direction.

boaz

- as an american paint, he’s naturally short and stocky. saddle ends up being a bit loose, though, as javier isn’t as dedicated to keeping him perfectly fed or groomed. he loves him, sure, but horses are somewhat of tools to him, so he kinda does slightly more than bare minimum to keep him kempt and healthy. around 14.5hh, slightly shorter than average and quite dense with muscle

- temperamentally a bit volatile. this horse has just as much drama as his rider, if not a little more. doesn’t like something ? ridden too long ? that stick looks too much like a snake ? hasn’t spent enough time with kieran that day ? he will snort and grunt and bunny hop if javi isn’t on him, and shudder hard enough the saddle shakes underneath him if he is. boaz likes to please his rider, but he also demands pleasure himself, and has no issue with “accidentally” placing a hoof on his owners nice, intentionally clean boots, and subsequently slowly leaning more and more of his weight onto it when he doesn’t immediately get what he wants. bratty pony. generally, he keeps javier safe, though, when it comes down to it.

- around 5 years old. after dutch found javier trying to steal chickens the first time they met, he soon took him back to that ranch and their first take as gang leader and member was a 1 year old grey paint colt for javi to train and subsequently ride. until he was rideable, javier rode a morgan that was formerly hosea’s, named carolina, while he lead boaz everywhere behind him.

- favourite treats, in order, are corn cobs (especially dried), prickly pear fruit AND cactus, sugar cubes, and sliced apples. will force javier to share his maiz with him. javier has always sliced his apples up since he was a colt, not only because javi simply finds comfort in toying with his knife, but also because boaz will not eat them otherwise. javi will also cut all of the spines off of the cactus before letting boaz eat them.

- in terms of injury, boaz is the most dramatic tank on the planet. this horse could arthur morgan-style run face first into a tree and then fall off a cliff and walk it off. but not before he gimps and limps and whines and teeth grinds his way into javier leading him instead of riding him for the next mile or two. once kieran started taking care of him, there is also a 25% chance of boaz faking a terribly painful injury just to get kieran to dote on him.

- kinda the worst wingman ever LMFAO easily annoyed, easily aroused, easily offended, and as a stallion, HAS to walk in front of the “herd” (his rider’s boyfriend and his horse). pins his ears back, smashes into personal space, flicks branwen with his tail (and preferably kieran, if he can reach him) even sometimes will nip at branwen if the latter tries to calmly make this date a date and not a life or death race (whoever loses, their dad is gay) and walk side-by-side to aid their riders’ hand holdings. will make executive decisions via stopping or veering off for fresh green grass beside the trail, will at points actively attempt to shudder javier out of his saddle (has succeeded once when javi was distracted by a story being excitedly told by kieran), and will also spook and take off running so fast javier thinks it must have broken his neck from the velocity. generally makes trail rides a living hell, but kieran finds it charming, and it makes for some cute shoujo-style “omg … *reaches out to help you up after your horse bucks you off because he saw a log that looked nothing at all and everything like a cougar and pink and white soft bubbles surround me* are you okay ? here, let me help.” moments. maybe some day boaz will be allowed off of the national american terrorist list written by javier “rizzless rider” escuella

ok im tired and that’s all i can think of please enjoy and feel free to contribute 👍 i love them so bad im gona cry

[azuneekun]

i come check ur blog everytime my friends slander shane to my face. its a type of shane palette cleanser. ur the only mf who gets me

Im glad you can feel some sort of sanctuary in my blog bcz shane fans r always going through the fucking trenches in this fandom

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

questioning sexuality is so exhausting

[dragonlordofmiddleearth]

Girl what did Arthur do in the legends

He got Morgana pregnant with baby Mordred

[mothbeasts]

i miss posting and making and engaging with ieytd content but I will be honest sometimes it feels alienating. as a lesbian.

[riiviir]

hey guys so I just started reading Flatland by Edwin A. Abbott and OMG AHSBNSBSBSNSNBSHZHSHDBFHGGHFHGRJ2KSHSBSNSK AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE THINKING ABOUT THE RELATIVITY BETWEEN DIMENSIONS!!!!!!

[moeblob]

Every single time I draw for an anime I think to myself "never again will I draw for an anime" and then I am proven wrong. So here, take my daughter Lulu.

[redding]

thinking abt doomed friendships*.........pearlrick i care you

[crimeronan]

probably the most accurate way for AU hunter to react to finding out he's a grimwalker would be like

[longest sigh in the world] hOkay.

luz.

i get why you didn't tell me. i 100% understand that you were scared and didn't want to worry me or to make me feel differently about myself. i'm not mad at you about that that's Fine. but also.

luz.

my fuckign MEDICAL HISTORY,

[devotedlystrangewizard]

the school arc to me is so good because it drags ciel out of his position as a powerful figure and literally places him in the shoes of the person he could have been. the circus arc ALSO drags him out of his position as big bad queens watch dog/head of the phantomhive estate but the school arc feels like a mockery of a future that never was. this is what he could have been had his parents not died. and even then its NOT because he will never be that kid.

he never was.