#liz fucking talks

[katsus-world]

Katsuki who forces you to look at him when he’s balls deep inside you.

Your legs are thrown over his shoulder and his pace is rough. The bed frame creeks under his movements. Your voice singing out and the sound of heavy balls slapping against your weeping cunt echo off the walls of your charred bedroom.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight.” His voice comes out strained and the feeling of you clenching around his words throws him into a crazed daze.

You mumble out a response but his cock hitting your sweet spot makes you squeal. Eyes rolling to the back of your head as his strong hand wraps around your throat. His length drags against your walls with such force, you feel like you’re going to split in two.

“Open your eyes and look at me when I fuck you.” His hand moves up to grab at your chin, instinctively your eyes shoot up and you gasp when you feel him stop.

He pulls out slowly, antagonizing you with every once of him that leaves your needy hole. You bite your lip to stifle a groan.

“You’re so pretty when yer’ like this. A fucking whore for my cock.” Your head hits the pillow when feel him shove himself deep inside you. It was quick and fast but it doesn’t stop you from fluttering around him. And the electricity pulsing through your body makes it hard to think straight.

“‘Wanna stay inside you forever. You feel too good.” Katsuki growls out as he palms your chest, pulling at your sensitive nub in his calloused hands. His mouth moves towards your thigh, biting your inner flesh and peppering it with kisses.

“T-too much katsuki!” You thrash against his touch, back arching off the mattress as you feel your stomach tighten.

But to your disappointment his movement slow down, and you feel the frustration peaking out of your eyelids. Tears hot and ready to spill down your face.

“You don’t get to cum unless you look at me.”

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Might have misspellings sorry!

[katsus-world]

“Heh” 😭😭😭

HEH.

[epicfirestormer]

What I love about Hellboy and Abe Sapien's dynamic in the comics is that, if you came into this blind, you'd expect Abe to be the voice of reason or the straight man to Hellboy's impulsive and hotheaded personality. But no, Abe is more often than not the crazy one. Hellboy would deal with fighting evil monsters and bad guys by just sighing and getting it over with, while Abe is going rabid over tearing the creature apart when he does get into a fight. Hellboy acts like it's a 9-to-5 job and will reasonably talk things out with a guy that had nearly killed him before, Abe acts like a madman in a slaughter house and his first instinct is to shoot first kill second and ask third. They're both insane, but on completely different levels.

[girlwiththegreenhat]

hey when they wrote "knight behind bars" and they wrote kitt helping a couple get together and they gave him the line "Some day, it will be my turn" [to find love]. did they know what they were doing. did they know that in some 40 years some gay autistic robot-obsessed little freak on tumblr would not stop thinking about it for weeks and write literal dozens of paragraphs screaming about it on discord. did they know they were going to ruin Me, Specifically, with this concept that feels like the culmination of everything kitt has gone through through the show and such a fascinating thing to think about in regards to michael and kitt's relationship,

one of the themes of knight rider is kitt developing as a Person, developing a line between the Knight Industries Two-Thousand, and Kitt. discovering humanity, his own emotions, the joys of the seemingly and logically pointless, and often through the lens of his own driver, his partner, his friend, Michael - his primary guide through all these experiences, his reference for those human things he doesn't understand. and as much as he initially claims to not be capable of experiencing emotions, of understanding feelings, he learns to. he experiences a wide range of emotions through the show even while claiming he doesn't, he even learns fear and insecurity. perhaps it's only natural a robot would learn to love, or at the very least be terribly curious about it and wonder if such a thing could ever exist for Him

the majority of people are not exactly kind to kitt. they talk about him like he's not there, they talk about him like he's a machine, a novelty, some people are even scared of or disturbed by him when all he's trying to do is make polite conversation and company. he's always Othered - there's no other cars like him (at least not anymore), but there's no other person like him either, he doesn't truly belong among humans or vehicles. some of the technicians at FLAG don't even seem to fully respect him as a person, at least they don't based on my vague recollection of how they talk about him in Junkyard Dog. when Michael asks him after KARR is destroyed if it feels good to be one of a kind again, he doesn't say yes or no - he only says it's a "familiar feeling." it may be familiar, but it's surely also isolating, and i think that's something he'd realize as he slowly picks up this curiosity about love. where could he even find it when so few people see him as an equal person to begin with?

and then there's michael. oh my god, and then there's michael. no matter what flavor you choose to read it in, the whole show is about their relationship, they're a duo, a set Not to be separated, they're Partners. they work together, they worry about and look after each other (forever insane about when kitt was a melted shell, Michael stuck around the garage for hours, waiting for any news like a worried spouse, constantly checking on him every opportunity he got... encouraging him to recover, and even helping paint back on his protective coating... kitt always looks after michael, but for once, it's michael's turn to look after Him), in a way they were Made for each other - Kitt more literally, being programmed for Michael and holding his namesake, but Michael was also made in a sense for the pilot program, hand picked and given a second life to work for the foundation and with this strange supercar. and even if they had a rocky start, michael comes to view kitt as a person - car, TV set, or computer core, Kitt is his partner, his buddy. he helps him find himself, guides him and teaches him about these things that make us human, and in a way, kitt becomes human - but his entire experience is still through the perspective of an AI in a car, it's still very unique and isolating, and I think he sort of grows into his own limitations, he's finally brushing against the walls that define him.

he learns of love, and then he learns to dream Of love. these things he sees in the movies, that michael tells him about, that he so often sees michael Partaking in that he gets so oddly jealous of, doesn't it all seem so wonderful? he's very curious. but who could ever love steel and circuitry, who could ever see him as an equal let alone a partner in a romantic sense? who would ever love a car and all the limitations That comes with? it's a problem for a hypothetical hopeful Some Day, in the meantime stuck between two worlds where he doesn't perfectly belong to either, where no car Can love him and no human seemingly Would love him...

and michael loves him anyway. before either of them really realize or talk about it, in spite of everything, in any form, regardless of the fact it wouldn't be a typical relationship by absolutely any means, michael loves him anyway. kitt is as much a person to him as bonnie or devon or RC, and that person is someone he loves and cares for deeply. the feeling is mutual, kitt's world revolves around michael, he's one of the most important people in kitt's life, and he'd do anything to protect him.

and it is michael that will finally teach him to love, and what it means to feel loved in turn, to be loved as the person he undoubtedly is.

[arcane-vagabond]

A genuine piece of writing advice I can give people is to make sure your dialogue sounds natural and in character.

Dialogue is hard to write, no doubt. When you’re writing, think back to conversations you’ve had with friends/family/significant others/crushes/etc. How did those conversations go? What was said? If you’re writing fanfiction specifically, really sit down and think about how these characters talk in the media they’re from. Would they really say what you’re trying to make them say in the way you’re trying to make them say it?

You can have your characters convey specific emotions/information while still having them sound like a normal human being. Profound conversations do not need to be poetic and formal even 5% of the time, and a lot of the time what makes these moments so profound is how informally they’re spoken. A lot of the time, I will think back to actual conversations I’ve had with my friends/family/etc. How are we reacting and talking to each other? What are we saying?

Look at your dialogue and read it out loud. How does it sound? Does it sound corny? Cringy? Does it sound like something an actual person would say?

This isn’t to say that corny and cringy don’t serve a purpose because they do sometimes. It 99% of the time?

If the cringiest person you can think of came up to you and said those words to you, how would you react?

[leaves-fall-down]

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME HARRIS. YOU BROUGHT ON THE DAUGHTER OF MR. HALIBURTON MCWAR HIMSELF AND YOU THOUGHT IT WOULD GO WELL EVEN WITH INSIDER PUSHBACK????????

[junityy]

btw if you write riki smut fuck you and block me forever and get help!!!! 🤗🤗🤗

[hearts401]

The more I think about Mike compared to other characters the more apparent the misogyny of the fnaf fandom becomes...

[sainzsiren]

screaming crying sobbing george i am so sorry

[terrainofheartfelt]

Beetle Boy: a photo compilation

[katsus-world]

The pad of his thumb is tracing your bottom lip slowly, then moving to your cheek, then your temple, then back to your lower lip. Scarlet eyes watched your face with content. A soft sigh slipped out of your throat.

“I missed ya’.” His voice is quiet, barely above a whisper but you hear him. Lips twitching into a smile, you reply.

“Suki, you’ve been with me all day.” You say with a light giggle. You hear his lips smack together as one of your eyes flutter open.

“Thas’ different, too many people. I wanted you alone.” You shuffle closer to him, your face burying itself into the nook of his neck. His lips right above your ear now.

“Well we’re alone now.” You hummed as his smoky smell filled your nostrils. Toasted apple and fire wood. Smells like a cozy night in a cabin in the middle of winter.

“Finally.” He snorts softly, eyes rolling at your obvious statement. His large hands find home at the back of your head. Fingers tangling themselves in your hair.

“Missed my pretty girl.” His words make your chest tingle and your face heat up.

“Missed you too, kats.”

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

I love me some flufff 🤩, katsuki might be a bit OOC. Sorry for any misspelling too!

[tortoisesshells]

hey does anyone else think about how bill malloy spends the last week of his life psyching himself up to torpedo liz's trust in him. does anyone think about that and scream.

[cruel-summerxy]

just saw a gif of the new billy the kid episode and fell to my knees

[girlwiththegreenhat]

oh so knight rider 2000 is like, dogshit dogshit huh

[arcane-vagabond]

Am I in a pissy mood or is everyone else just being ridiculous and annoying right now?

[caitvithinker]

nozomizo <3

if i could keep the feathers of you, a remnant of your love, a piece of your irises painted blue.

you long for my hesitant hands knowing of the cracks in my mind, a string connecting our fates colored indigo incapable of untangling.

you are the only thing in this world i feel vividly, a photograph stained with tears on a late night accompanied by the thought of you.

i drown in the ocean of you every night, a reminder of what i will someday lose, of the love i do not deserve.

i am greedy, selfish and desperate to know and hide every beautiful shard of you from the sunlight, mine and mine alone.

but i love you too much to do so, too much to let you surrender your life to someone so rotten. i will not let you ruin yourself for me, you with the world in the palm of your hands.

you must not be contained by me, not kept by my word to live in isolation for the rest of your life; you must meet others, must leave me to ash by the sun so that you can find your fallen feathers in the grass.

you are not mine, a gift too beautiful to be claimed. the strain on my veins and my limbs grows more tireless through the rejection of your love, but i cannot say i love you if i allow you to do this for me.

please, i ask of you, do not beg me to stay because everything inside my blood is begging me not to leave. i will break our string by my own hands, a tragedy to prove my affection.