#it’s 4am send help.

[andyrandyx]

Sigh….mkay bye 😕

[spookynaught]

I just can't stop thinking about how differently Vince treats Rody.

Remember that scene with Vincent and one of the cooks on Day 3? Pretty messed up already, but one detail that makes it even worse caught my attention - cook's posture. Hands still behind his back, no struggle. Complete obedience. Employee is being humiliated and threatened, but there is no sign of resistance. It just shows how inadequately high Chef's demands are. How harsh he is.

And when we have Rody. Fella was late on his second day and also got soaked in the rain making Chef himself take care of that wet dog. Buddy ignores his intied tie even more than dirty dishes in the kitchen, talks to his boss in informal way without a second thought. And ofc can't forget about the elephant in the room - restaurant review mentioning Rody's poor service.

And yet... Vince tolerates him. He simply doesn't pressure that much or even turns a blind eye. Harsh professional who only cares about restaurant's prosperity... suddenly had a change of heart.

Cold-hearted chef: you better not be silly clumsy ginger guy with dog vibes

Rody: hey

Cold-hearted chef: 🤯🤯🤯

I just can't, my heart is melting 😭😭😭

Here, take this stupid hyperbolic meme as a reward for enduring my writing

[0ffisially0ll0]

heard this audio and thought it was the most sun & moon thing EVER so here ya go-

[98752-blog]

super scary pt2

TW: Anal, coercion?, public fondling, public orgasm, tail pulling, thigh riding,

The bar was a cacophony of sound, low lights and a sea of colors and chaos.

It wasn't hard to spot your boys, tucked in the back of the bar, right by the washrooms, a wide view of the whole room.

What surprised you was the costumes they were sporting and even in your semi-delirious state you were baffled.

Your captain was sporting a phantom of the opera mask, dark cloak falling over his shoulders, overtop of the crisp suit he wore.

Gaz was nearly looking like himself, red jacket over an England football jersey, plaid trousers but his neck and hands were adorned with golden accessories.

The one that shocked you the most was your lieutenant, donning a denim vest over a black shirt, spikes atop his shoulders, a red feathery mohawk protruded from his mask, and he had even tied a red bandana around his bicep, the fabric flexing when he reached for his glass.

"Took you two long enough, thought you'd keep us waitin' all night." Ghost rumbled, taking a swig of his bourbon. You couldn't stop staring at him, only jerking in surprise when Soap pulled you onto the bench, your core and ass pulsing from the sudden movement.

A fresh wave of slick trickled down your thighs and you ducked your head in embarrassment, praying to the Gods that your squadmates wouldn't notice.

"Sorry, Lt. Our lil medic had a bit of an issue with 'er costume - couldnae quite figure i' out but I helped. Ain't tha' righ' birdie?" Soap nudged you conspiratorially, you scowled at him, heat rising beneath your cheeks, you could feel your heartbeat in your cunt - and having four pairs of eyes on you certainly wasn't making things more bearable.

"I didn't want to come." You admitted, frown marring your face.

"You lost a bet." Ghost surmised, assessing your reaction instantly. You nodded in defeat, shifting in your seat when the plug pressed against the sensitive spot inside you. You could barely think, could barely breathe - the conversation was carrying on without you, which suited you perfectly, but you needed release, just a little scratch.

"Soap-", the pressure from sitting to standing had you gritting your teeth, hand reaching out to snatch his arm.

"Come with me to get more drinks." No room for argument in your tone, he shrugged when all eyes turned to him, scooting out of the booth and following behind dutifully.

"Doin' alrigh' bonnie? Lookin' awfully heated there." When you both finally reached the bar.

"And who's fault is that?" You seethed, eyes narrowing at his faux innocent expression. He smiled coyly, eyes half lidding when he spied the way your chest rose and fell rapidly.

"Och, dinnae flap, wee one - jus'a coupla hours and ye can work i' off teh yer hearts content." He leaned in, breath warming your ear further.

"Could go fer a quickie if yer real desperate." You squeezed your eyes shut when someone bumped into you from behind, jostling your tail up your ass even more. You hissed quietly, a whine slipping out, Soap pressed himself to your front, head dipped low to speak more filth in your ear - he was all you could see, all you could hear - the loud music drowned out in the sweet lull of his brogue.

"Could jus' take ye in the back, would only need a minute b'fore yer gushin' over ma fingers." You bit your lip, his lips grazed your forehead and you looked at him through your eyelashes, the red hood covering his head, hiding his mohawk, casted a shadow over his gaze - pinning you in place. You sucked in a breath, churning blue waters; a thunderstorm waiting to happen, if you looked away you would be sucked back in, you would drown.

"W-we can't risk it. They'll know..." You whimpered, thighs gently pressing together to abate the hunger licking you in your gut. He smirked, lips pressing to your brow.

"Big ba' wolf, not so ba'. More like a wee pup." He crooned, near mocking. You couldn't bring yourself to retort, at some point you had slipped so close to Soap his thick thigh had come in-between your legs, pressing up against your cunt, just barely grazing the anal plug.

Lost in your haze you barely registered someone coming up right behind you, and tugging on your tail - heat lapped at your insides, you gasped, a moan leaving your throat, the motion sent you jerking into Soap, placing even more pressure on your already sensitive clit. Two sets of hands steadied you as you keened, an orgasm tearing through you, making you stumble.

"Fuckin' 'ell," you heard behind you.

Oh no, oh no, no, no, no

"Ghost," You whined, his warm hands shifting from your waist to your hips. You tipped your head, gaze looking upwards - his dark brown eyes were nearly black, brows lowered behind his mask. Fuck you must have looked like a sight, hair messy, face glistening and mouth agape, desperately trying to breathe through your post orgasmic daze, while your hips were softly rocking back and forth.

"Thought you lot were pickin' a scrap. Looks like I was wrong." Heat curled once more in your cunt, he hadn't taken his hands off you, in fact, he hadn't even looked away - his darkened eyes pinning you in place.

"Innit she jus' tha cutest, Lt.?" Soap said, mouth stretched in a grin, Ghost hummed behind you, eyes dancing over your features before rising to meet Soaps stare.

"Prettiest girl I ever seen." Ghost agreed, you trembled in their hold - the praise dripping down your legs in near rivulets, soaking through Soap's pants..

"Should sho'er how pretty she is." A set of hands drifted down your body, hands gently prying your cheeks apart, something thick pressed itself into you from behind, the rough material doing nothing to hide the size and hardness.

"Does this pup follow orders?"

"Guess we'll find out, Eh, L.t?"

For my muses: @shotmrmiller , @charliemwrites, @ghouljams

you make my worms feel seen

[piowasthere]

the sickness is really getting to me but i will always fight through to deliver some bean angst

feast

[ep: Earth and Lunar FACE OFF! in VRChat (LAES)]

[mcmuppet]

about to project this image over my house for the whole neighborhood to see

[damelceri]

"where you go I'm going, so jump and I'm jumping since there's no me without you"

[aplaceforyourhearttorest]

Taste Test ︶꒷꒦︶ James Hetfield, Jason Newsted (18+)

Tilting your head back with little to no resistance, a shiver runs down your spine as a sharp grin imprints itself on the side of your neck.

Cold fingers twist themselves in the ends of your collected hair, the chill of heavy rings caressing the bottom half of your spine. As ecstasy runs through your veins at the feeling of another hand gripping your right upper thigh, your eyes begin to flutter shut, before bulging open at a rough yank on your scalp.

"Uh uh, keep your eyes open," James tuts out, his mouth widening as he begins to rake an incisor teasingly on your reddening skin. "You haven't had us both at once in so long, and you aren't even going to be present?"

Forcing yourself to blink through the euphoric daze, your mouth dips open into a quiet whine as a pair of firm lips trail down your stomach. Dark eyes drink in your every expression as the scent of your arousal fills the sparsely lit room.

Tongue peeking out to lap up the condensation collected on your exposed skin, Jason bites back a grin as his hand jolts up by the bucking of your hips.

"I think we should just give her what she wants, James." He begins to draw out, his free hand reaching up and dipping in between your dampened thighs. Wetness collects and darkens the color of your pale underwear in barely concealed desperation, and your legs begin to shake as his thumb delicately brushes against your pulsating clit. Want runs through you as the vampire below you shuffles closer and presses his clothed, growing erection on your lower calf.

Turning your head to the side to press the fang more insistently into the pulse point of your flowing artery, your legs begin to spread as fingers tug your underwear to the side and expose your sex.

James' tongue darts out as he roughly inhales through his mouth, his pants beginning to feel uncomfortable as he tastes your heady scent in the air. Fighting back the urge to rush and bite into your jugular, he instead presses his large hand into the bottom of your back and encourages you to lie back on his lap. A quiet moan bleeds through his sharp teeth as the pressure on his groin causes him to feel slight relief. Wanting you to begin to feel pleasure, his hands wrap around your thighs and fully exposes you to the both of them, causing you to gasp out loud.

"Please!" Is the only word you can pant out before Jason lowers himself and flattens his tongue against you. Moans flutter from his parted lips as he drinks in your taste, the vibrations against your pussy causing your thighs to instinctively close around his head.

James' gums begin to ache as he watches you get devoured, his mouth forming a gentle smile as he sees you peer up at him with teary eyes and reach down to grip his member in your trembling hand. Groaning at the rough squeeze you deliver as Jason's togue prods at your entrance, he shakily wraps his hands around your waist before lifting you up and placing you on your knees on the ground.

Jason places a placating kiss to your shoulder to reassure you as you whine out from the loss, before turning around and positioning himself in between your legs. Curls tickle your sensitive skin as he lies out beneath you, his eyes gleaming a dark red as his hair falls around his head in a halo. Before you could admire him any longer, a hand gently tilts your head up and your mouth begins to water at the sight. James' cock springs free from the confinement of his jeans and your chin juts down to take his thumb in your mouth as saliva begins to pool on your bottom lip.

"You ready for me?" He asks huskily, before sliding his wet thumb down your throat and guiding you toward him. A guttural sound grounds out of him and ricochets around the room as your pink lips wrap around his cock's head. Jolting forward from the feeling of Jason's tongue teasing your folds open again, your unprepared throat constricts around James and he curses out loud, your gag causing his balls to tighten and raise.

"That's alright, baby, just like that." James praises out as tears cling to your eyelashes, your eyes beginning to shut as the familiar taste of his musk coats your tongue. Slowly grinding down on Jason's tongue, you feel your legs begin to weaken as a middle finger begins to enter you and curl against your spot.

Pressing your tongue against the pulsing vein sliding its way down your throat in a thrust, James' fingers find their way into your hair once again and tug you closer, causing your nose to find purchase on his groin.

Heat swells in your stomach as you feel your orgasm approaching, and you swallow around his shaft before hastily pulling off. Before either James or Jason could question you, you slowly shift back and shakily hover over Jason's stomach before taking off the remainder of your clothes. Sharp exhales fan around you as they take in your scarred skin. Bite marks scatter around your breastbone and dip down into your navel, and your fingertips come up to tease the now healed skin.

"Want you to feed, since you've both been so good to me." You say in a coy tone, biting back a smile as Jason moans out beneath you.

Raising an eyebrow at the sound, James grins down at you both before humming and nodding in agreement. "Sounds good, but how about we let Jason get a bite first, since he's been such a good, good boy." Heat burns Jason's cheeks at the condescending tone, but begins to relax as you lean forward and toss your hair behind your shoulder.

"James is right, with you making me feel so good. Come and take a bite, baby, it's alright." You say in a gentle tone, tilting your head to the side enticingly and jutting your hips out to beckon James over. Feeling his now bare thighs brush against the back of your own and his swollen cockhead stroke over your beading sex, you sigh out in bliss as Jason's resolve breaks and his teeth engulf the skin you presented.

Blood slowly trails down the side of your neck as James enters you from behind, and you quickly place your fingertip into the red substance, before reaching back and offering it to your lover. Wrapping his tongue around your blood-stained digit, James grunts out in pleasure as your taste coats his mouth. Hips roughly meeting yours in a loud slap, your scream catches in your throat as Jason's fangs dig in deeper.

Before the pain could even register and cause you any discomfort, James' hand reaches around your plush waist and rubs insistently at your overstimulated clit.

Bowing over and tensing up as your orgasm plummets through you, James lets out a loud curse as you seize around him, your walls tightening around him in a vice-like grip and causing him to slam forward and cum deep inside of you.

James leans down against your back and cleans up the remaining blood that cascaded down your spine with his elongated tongue, his dick twitching inside of you from the taste. As Jason slowly retracts his fangs and laps at the wound standing out against your collarbone, his face goes beet red before he pauses entirely.

Looking down at him in worry, you quickly ask what's wrong and place a hand on his tense shoulder. Letting his head thud against the wooden floor, Jason murmurs out,

"I think I just came in my pants." Reaching back to blindly slap at James as he hunches over in laughter, you send Jason a sweet smile before bending down and giving him a tired kiss. Resting your head against his shoulder, you quietly whisper out,

"You wouldn't mind if I take off those jeans and get a taste for myself then, huh?" Shifting back and resting against his lap, a huff of laughter petals out between your swollen lips as you feel his hips buck up and his eyes widen at the oversensitivity.

Guess not. Reaching down to unbuckle the now rehardening vampire's belt, you look over your shoulder and send James a cheeky grin.

"I don't think we're done just yet."

[taciturnpoet]

Todd Anderson definitely writes on books and it stuns the other poets. He writes notes, underlines passages, makes comments, the whole deal. None of the others get it, and they don’t understand how Todd of all people can bring himself to write in books, but they never get a clear answer out of him.

Neil asks him about it one night a few days after their realization as Todd is reading. Todd quietly hands him one of the books that he’d already finished annotating and Neil flips through it, reading the margin notes.

They’re all notes about the poets. A quip that sounds like something Charlie would say is underlined, and on the next page, there is a passage about belonging and connection with Cameron’s name bracketed beside it. There is a pair of best friends that remind him of Meeks and Pitts, and a hopeless romantic that makes him think of Knox. To Neil’s surprise, there is even a note about Todd’s brother next to a nostalgic line about family.

Then there are the notes with his name. Lines about passion and life are underlined, a love confession is bracketed, a beautifully written passage about freedom is marked. Neil is breathless, slowly turning each page. Little observations about his friends are written in Todd’s scrawled handwriting throughout every book he reads. He understands them, he sees them. He loves them and he writes about it wherever he can. 

He loves Neil. And Neil thinks, looking up at the boy reading another book across from him, that he understands and loves him too.

[jiji-was-here]

Wallter and Split real 🤯🤯🤯🤯

PLLEAASSSEEEEE REBLOG IM BEGGINHHH guuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[mishoarts]

sbg is unhealthy for me,

It got me oddly confused, unclear and attached. It screws my sleeping system every Wednesday and somehow made it special . It made me write long ahh posts out of excitement, and spend time trying to imagine what'll happen next . And I feel like I was unfair to my own ocs because I started to like other artist's ocs a little bit more than them .

I'm older than this shi , it never happened before but ik I'm not supposed to BE like this

[michaelgavey]

… the only man EVER. my man. mhm. always.

[ivys-valentine]

How am I supposed to sleep when I’m thinking about Astarion

[yaopi]

what if dianxia was originally there to kill the ghost king for the sake of xianle but ended up being in the ghost king's arms..

[pochapal]

suuuuuper unsexy of my shitbrain to start giving me repeated nightmares and deteriorating mental health like six months after experiencing an incident like.....a little slow to the party there bestie!

[kiwibirdlafayette]

mianite but jordan arrives to the realm in the fuckass jord gt shorts and just never changes his pants no matter how many times hes asked to

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