#man I love this song such a normal amount :]c

[muddthebugg]

GILA! GILA! GILA!

GILA! GILA! GILA!

GILA! GILA! GILA!

GILA! MONSTER!

WOOOOOOOO—

[mydear-corinthian]

Dirty Diana || Thomas Shelby x reader

Synopsis: After the war, you and Tommy were separated leaving you in London alone with no money at all. Pairing: Thomas Shelby x reader , Tommy Shelby x reader Warnings: SMUT +18, mentions of prostitution & misogynist, p in v, unprotected sex, dirty talk Notes: I saw this Dirty Diana edit of Tommy Shelby & Diana Mitford so why not do a fic about MJ's song?? I'm so happy that Dirty Diana is getting popular and getting the hype that it deserves !! This fic is terribly written and rushed :c Click here to see the MAIN MASTERLIST Click here to see the PEAKY BLINDERS MASTERLIST Click here to see the CILLIAN MURPHY MASTERLIST

Tommy and you were together before the war. His family happily accepted you and eventually treat you as one.

Unfortunately, you two parted ways following the battle. While you were stuck in London trying to become a banker, he was back in his hometown.

As a woman, landing a career like that hasn't been normalized yet. Often, men claim that it was a "man's job" exclusively. You met all the standards perfectly, but in the end, you were not hired. You were left with nothing as a result. No family, no home, and no money.

That's when you started working as a prostitute, something you never thought you would do. It was your last option since you could no longer survive without money. Given that you were making far more money at the job, you cannot complain about it. Constantly receiving enormous sums of shillings in a single night.

You decided to change your name, Diana.

Every night you wait on the busy streets of London for customers. Bending over their vehicle, seducing them.

It wasn't easy and it will never be easy to be working in this line of work. You've been sleeping with young, old, single, married, or even widowed men for money.

It was the usual night. Waiting for new customers as you stood on the busy streets outside of a hotel. Your black dress perfectly traced your curves, a white shoulder fur covered your elbows.

You finally saw a car stopping in front of you. A man wearing a neat navy suit, a newsboy hat decorated his hair, a cigarette burning between his lips.

Due to his hat, you cannot fully see who he was, only his mouth. You walked seductively towards the man's car, bending over the window. "Sir, I have to go home 'cause I'm so tired you see..?" you ask, pretending to be exhausted. "I hate sleeping alone, why don't you take me?" He took a bill out of his pockets and showed it to you. "My place. The hotel." he plainly said.

Seeing the large amount of bill made your eyes widened. Never in your job had you encountered a man giving you this big amount of money for one night.

"Well, I'll see what I can do with that, sir," he exited the vehicle, walking towards the hotel as you followed him. The anonymous man was walking in front of you so you cannot see his face.

You couldn't shake the thought of Tommy, no matter how many men you slept with. You still have feelings for him. You was hoping he could find you and look for you. Your first love was and is him. He was everything to you. It's not that you two split up; rather, it was more that you stopped seeing one another, no goodbye's or hello's after the war. You believed that his 'breakup' was final. that he had already had enough of your relationship. While a part of you believes he is better off without you, the other half of you longs to visit him in Birmingham. That he's already forgotten you.

The both of you were already inside his luxurious hotel room. It wasn't really that tidy but it was manageable.

The anonymous man finally removed his hat, showing his full face at you. As soon as you saw him, your eyes widened and your heart sank.

"Tommy?" you shockingly asked.

"(Y/n)." he greeted plainly.

"How did you- How did you found me?"

He actually haven't moved on from you too. Tommy tried to marry someone for you to leave his mind but that didn't worked for him as well. He just doesn't feel the same feeling that he was with his current wife than you. He wants to relive that feeling and he is hoping that he will be with you again.

"I searched for you. I searched every spot in Birmingham and you weren't there. And so I found you here. In London," he said. "And I know about your job, Diana."

His deep and sultry voice always gets you. Having the sudden desire to take him, make you his, and just be with him.

"How about you stay with me, tonight?" he asked. 

"Oh Tommy, I'm all yours," you answered. Your lips meeting his, passionately tasting him. Tommy's hands roamed all around your small back, allowing the kiss to get deeper and deeper.

He suddenly stopped, pulling his face away. "My wife is at home tonight, she's probably worried tonight. I haven't told her I'm alright." he sighed, walking up to the telephone on the desk just beside the door. He rolled the numbers before speaking. 

Before he said something again, you heard a woman's voice on the telephone, screaming at him. Tommy's wife was mad.

Suddenly, you grabbed the telephone, hearing the voice of his wife. The speaker was on your ear, "He's not coming back, he's sleeping with me,"

You dropped the telephone harshly, smiling at him. "Are you not worried she'll leave you?" you asked, your fingers tapping his chest seductively. Tommy's lips found yours again. The kiss is turning harshly and messier. "It's alright, she was using me for money anyways," he said in between kisses. "And Polly didn't approved my relationship with her but we got married anyway,"

"God, I've been waiting for you," your hands found its way to his hair, crumpling it as you felt his tongue explore your mouth. You moaned in between kisses, eager for more. 

You pushed him into the king-sized bed's soft mattress. You unbutton your wrinkled shirt while leaving your bra on as you crawl from his legs to his hips. He showed how hard he was by the way his pants were rising. Tommy's breath hitched, his skin heats up.

"Where have you been, my darling?" he breathly asked, cupping your cheeks once again to examine your face, processing what is happening right now. You're back. You're here. 

Slowly, your hips rocked on his boner, the friction making your eyes roll. Tommy swallowed hard, feeling the sensation that's happening. "I've missed you, Tom," 

You continued to stroke the hard swell beneath his pants with a look of enticing eagerness, every stroke a whispered promise of something more. You carefully and slowly removed his belt buckle, the metal clasp giving way to your touch with a gentle click. With careful care, your fingertips traced the fabric of his pants, revealing the shapes of his buried need as you undid each button. Gentle yet focused.

A rush of electricity shot through Tommy as her hands discovered his shaft, igniting every nerve ending with a burning passion. You moved his cock up and down with such delicate strokes; it was a rhythmic dance that left him panting, his chest rising and falling in time with your motions.

"Oh god, you're so good at this," he praised. 

Your touch was like a kiss from heaven; it sent electric sparks of need shooting through him, burning an inferno of desire. His breath caught in his throat with every stroke, the melody of pleasure surrounding him so intensely that he was unable to resist, his moans echoing at the limits of his arousal.

He finally came, his white seed spurted all over the mattress and your hands, staining them You chuckled. 

Suddenly, Tommy switched positions, he's now on top of you. "You think we're done?" he asked, his fingers touched your clit, sending shivers all around your body due to the sudden touch. 

"Oh god!" you moaned. 

His fingertips tracing passionate patterns over the fabric that covered your aching core, your back arched in ecstasy as he increased his speed driven by an early desire. Your body trembled with anticipation with every round move, a burning desire that cried out to be let out. Time appeared to stop still as his touch danced over you in the heat of passion, each movement an ode to the unbearable depths of his desire.

You moaned out loud, feeling your orgasm coming. "Tom - I'm gonna .. oh god!"

His movements stopped unexpectedly, leaving you on the verge of euphoria and desperate for release. A line appeared on your forehead as a wave of opposing emotions passed over you, your need pounding against the limits his seductive pause forced.

"Ah, not yet," his husky voiced rang to your ears.

Tommy removed your underwear, showing how wet you were from him fingering you. He aligned his shaft in front of your cunt before you fully took him, making you moan. 

You felt full just from his cock. His warm cock filled you, making him push in even further. Your eyes closed, your head rolling back. 

"So fucking tight," he exhaled deeply. His rough hands gripped your hips making him pound in to you harshly, hitting your sensitive spots all over and over. 

"No one ever pleasured you this good huh?" 

Sweat was streaming down his strained brow, reflecting the fever that was pumping through his body. The air in his hotel room pumped with the sound of your lewd moans and his sultry groans, echoes swirling passionately together and filling the room with a euphoric atmosphere.

His trusts became faster and harsher. His and your skin slapped together, earning a loud sound. 

You felt your orgasm coming up again making you moan louder, seeing nothing but starts and feel like you've been drugged by the most pleasurable medicine there is out there. You clenched on his cock, indicating that you were close. 

"Tommy, I'm gonna cum," 

"Yeah? Cum then, love," he demanded.

You both reached the your high of ecstasy with a few last, powerful thrusts, your bodies combining in a melody of pleasure. During that moment of explosive release, when your senses were overwhelmed by a rush of sensations, you felt him spill out his essence into you, filling you to the overflowing limit with his ecstatic warmth. Every muscle clenched with fine pleasure as your climax came over you in waves of joy, your combined passion setting off an inferno of desire that swallowed you both completely.

Tommy pulled out before dropping his body beside you, panting hard. 

"Come back to me," he whispered. 

"Oh Tommy. I never left you."

[sadesluvr]

William afton nsfw alphabet from the movie please

William Afton / Steve Raglan - NSFW Alphabet

A/N: Thanks for the request! This was interesting as I wasn't feeling him at first but I've slowly been converted ... Slowly! Some of these were insipired by @hoshikoe ! 🫣

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Depending on what mood he’s in and the dynamic of your relationship, he can either be very warm and intimate, or quite dismissive.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His hands. They’re big, they’re powerful, and they’ve done unspeakable things, murderous or sexual. Yours are small compared to him, and it makes him feel like a God. On his partner he’s a thigh and ass man, he loves to rub and grab them and leave them raw from his manhandling…

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

Likes cumming in you because of the power aspect, but definitely does not want kids! Cumming all over your face after a blowjob is like crack to him, especially when it drips down your chin and he makes you lick it off his fingers. Also likes to see it trickle down your thighs or ass.

D = Dirty Secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s given you a plushie with a camera in, and is constantly surveying you. Likes watching you undress, masturbate, even have sex with other people without you knowing. Even mundane things like music choices, he’ll play a song that you like when you're around and chalk it down to a ‘coincidence’…

E = Experience (How experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s VERY experienced, and loves that you’re inexperienced compared to him. If you’re a virgin he loves it even more, and he promises to be your teacher - Just do exactly what he says ;)

F = Favorite position (This goes without saying)

The Lotus - Having you in his lap where he can hold you down and use your lower body as he pleases is his vice, and it’s a position that works anywhere - In his office, at home, in a car, wherever. The Eagle in second as he loves watching your boobs bounce with every thrust as he chokes you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Not goofy at all. He takes sex very seriously, and it’s one of the few times he can be ‘himself’ - Ruthless and dominant.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

A significant amount of hair, but it’s not too wild as he keeps it trimmed (when he feels like it). Has a greying happy trail…

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It depends on his mood and your relationship. If he was married/dating you he’d tell you how beautiful you are and how much he ‘loves’ you (whether he can feel it or not), but if you’re having an affair/forbidden relationship he’s less cuddly and sluts you out.

J = Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)

Loves jerking off, even if he has you. He does it to his secret footage of you, or will call you into his office/bedroom and make you watch him until he cums. Intense eye contact. If he hasn’t fucked in a while then his loads are heavy, otherwise they’re a normal amount.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He is KINKY. Off the top of my head - Power play, dom/sub, role play, light BDSM, cucking (with him as the bull), phone sex, corruption and age differences (not p3dophilic adjacent). Bring it up and he’ll probably try it.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

His office. The risk of someone walking in is a turn on, and it’s convenient for him as he can keep his *real* life private.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

It’s not explicitly sexual, but someone who is shy/introverted/naïve. He loves the idea of building you up with compliments and attention yet breaking you down so that you become obsessed with him - Feeding in to his love for power play and corruption. Outside of this, short skirts/tight fitting clothes/glossy lips always get him going.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Piss/scat play. Incest stuff (Stepcest is a grey area). Letting you be dominant.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Receiving. He’ll happily give it (as long as you’re in 69 or to get you to experiment with oral sex if you’re a virgin) but nothing beats the image of you between his legs. He likes losing control and facefucking you.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He always starts of slow and sensual, but he always loses control and fucks you like a ragdoll.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Loves them. He’s a horny old man and will get it when he wants and whenever he can. The different locations and risk of being caught turns him on.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

He’s a literal serial killer, risk taking is in his blood. He will experiment with everything regardless of location or kink as long as he’s in control.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

He’s got great stamina for a man his age, so he can last for an average of 3 rounds, but it depends on the intensity of your session.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Yes, probably only something simple like a vibrator or a nipple clamp. His cock is his favourite toy, and prefers the power of him being the only thing that can make you cum. Doesn’t use any on himself.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

A BIG TEASE, ESPECIALLY WHEN IT PLAYS INTO HIS POWER/DANGER KINK. Will touch your panties under your skirt at a restaurant/when working or brush past you ‘accidentally’. If you tease him, you will be punished.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Depends on the situation - If you’re having a secret relationship, he’s good at being quiet, but if not/you’re alone, he’s vocal, but not loud. Says dirty things in your ear and grunts when he finishes.

W = Wild card (A random headcanon for the character)

He has a cucking kink. Would cuck his wife and your boyfriend…(Not naming names👀)

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Slightly over average in length and girth; but nothing dramatic. At the end of the day he knows how to use it!

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

HORNY AS FUCK. Like a teenager. Will take you anywhere and everywhere. He basically has no boundaries.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends on the situation. Can fall asleep pretty quickly at home but has intimacy issues so he might get up and do something after. If you’re in a forbidden/taboo relationship he’ll just leave, sorry.

[arcadiabaytornado]

Live Playing Double Exposure Chapter 1 Part 2 (Except I’m not live playing because I forgot to post this when I was live playing. 😅)

A: Theory: It’s an alternative universe version of Max leaving the polaroids around.

B: I hate the owl imagery given the last time we got owl imagery it was during the barn in the first game.

C: The sound design on this game is great. I don’t know how I feel about the actual songs, but the sound design is great.

D: Safi just���sitting slumped over like that after getting shot was super fucking eerie holy shit.

E: Man. They’re really rubbing Chloe and Max’s “forever” in our noses huh.

F: It’s so sad to know that Chloe and Max were never the same after the storm. I mean, you know they wouldn’t be, but it seemed like they were doing okay in LIS 2. :(

G: “If I could undo your death I would do it without a second thought” I’m going to analyze the hell out of this line later because holy shit it’s crazy for Max to say that.

H: Max’s avoidant tendencies are stressing me out. Don't get wrong they make perfect sense for her characters, but I'm still stressed all the same. Like, PLEASE let people share in your grief. PLEASE talk to Safi's Mother.

I: Max having a dark room made my stomach drop. I know it’s perfectly normal for a photographer to have a room like that, but to see the words “dark room” in a LIS game made my stomach flip. It sure is a character note that it's not a "dark room" "dark room" though, it's more of a laundry room.

J: What??? So Max just saw her friend get murdered and now she's getting dressed up cute for her crush??? I'm glad we get to see Max's house...but that was a...weird scene transition.

K: I have so much to say about the journal, but I'm going to have to make a full post on it because I just can't quickly sum up my feelings here.

L: Okay. So Chloe broke up with Max due to storm trauma basically. Because that’s what I’m taking from this.

M: YEARS. Max and Chloe have been broken up for YEARS?? I can’t think clearly about the timelines right now but does that mean they broke up not to long after LIS 2?

N: “You need to eat Max” I’m won over.

O: “Friend?” The way Max says that is devastating.

P: There’s celestial stuff all over the box! That seems relevant.

Q: I feel Reggie on a spiritual level.

R: I love that you can decide if Max is a tea or coffee drinker. I choose tea!

S: “You’re the real storm.” Max flashbacking to her nightmare. :((((((

T: It feels so cool to see Max’s work around campus. But seeing that Max’s first photo outside of Arcadia was one of a ruined dinner kills me considering she was likely thinking of Joyce and Warren.

U: Did Max just say “chucklefucks” LMAO

V: I feel like this game is going to age poorly given the amount of meme references.

W: Does Max have some chemistry with Vinh or am I insane??

X: Already love Gwen. In fact I’m so in love with her that I found her book in the library immediately, but decided to pick the lock to impress her.

Y: I’m also down to romance Vinh, and I think he’s a love interest? If he is then I’m going with Amanda in this save, but Vinh will get a flirty Max in the other one!

Z: It makes me laugh so hard that you can choose whether Max is ACAB or not.

[iantimony]

oopsie, two missed tuesdays!

and i almost missed this one too!!!! i was moving apartments. ough. this is a random mishmash of everything i remember of the past .. three ?? ??? weeks.

listening: finished s1 of the silt verses! faulkner is my poor little meow meow etc. i am rotating it in my brain. will have more thoughts next week probably.

some fugazi because they were referenced in a mina le video on merch and i was intrigued. they're good!

fugazi waiting room

brat charli xcx on recommendation of beloved mutual png jpeg. i liked it, i don't normally go for her style but there's some good earworms in here. really good gym album. not sure which specific song to drop here because it was a Full Album experience imo.

in terms of relistening/older stuff, the dear hunter antimai, more franz ferdinand. finally listened to sound & fury by sturgill simpson all the way through, it's really good. boyf also got me to listen to die antwoord and ohhh i do like this. a lot.

i fink u freeky (die antwoord)

also more bionicle playlist. it's just a dose of early 00's-10's music delivered via iv directly into my bloodstream. sorry.

reading: this was from a few weeks ago actually but i forgot about it. we stopped over in pittsburgh for a night and briefly entertained the idea of going to a museum or something road-trip style and found this museum review. surprisingly she is not a lesbian.

and then related to the watching, wikipedia pages for victor ninov and darleane c hoffman!

watching: mina le: the merch industry has gone too far, WAGs, blokecore, and the “feminization” of sports

swell entertainment: the marketability of celebrity eras, how to destroy your audience's trust

started dangelo wallace's ozempic video. the fatphobia had me tapping out pretty quick tho. also watched about half of joy achill's "the george r r martin problem" about asoiaf stuff, gonna finish it tomorrow i think

watched "the man who tried to fake an element" with the boyf, really fascinating, i knew a little bit of it from one of my undergrad classes but this was a really good deep dive.

also watched two episodes of space dandy with the boyf. so much to unpack there.

playing: more dnd but otherwise fallow. made a little dungeon crawl type thing so that's pretty straightforward.

making: coasters mostly right now! the main ones are a Surprise so i will not be posting them yet. instead look at my worm

i've also started knitting a magic the gathering card sleeve as a semi-gag gift for a friend. it's really really stupid i love it so much. it is just ten rows of a rectangle in stockinette right now but i'm going to mock up a little texture work to get the swamp land symbol in the back.

eating: did a lot of takeout right after moving because, Yeah, but i finally started settling back in to home cooked meals. made my favorite orzo salad for a temple potluck, an ungodly amount of gyudon, and a garlic butter shrimp pasta thing.

misc: my new apartment is good!! the insulation isn't great, i know i'll have to shrinkwrap some windows this winter for Sure, but overall i'm settling in. i have a lot of organization and purging to do, especially of my House Clothes, craft supplies, and makeup/beauty shit, and i need to get one or two pieces of furniture still (like a couch......i have a funny little bachelor chair in front of the couch right now which is very funny). i got myself some fun plants from the farmers market as a housewarming gift to myself. i am finally the owner of a monstera, yippee, she Really needs a repot though. i also got a hoya lisa because i liked the name and it was cute and cat friendly and i got a vaguely labia-adjacent succulent. i have so many little household Needs and Tasks (mat for in front of the sink! blackout curtains because i have to sleep with an eye mask right now because the blinds dont do shit! etc!) and also every grocery bill i do is like $100 because of getting kitchen essentials that will not run out any time soon but that i do need (white vinegar. aluminum foil. flour.) so everything is so expensive. this is a big wall of text. at least the spare mattress is out of my weird haunted hallway now <3 i'm very excited to start hanging up my art.

[totaldramafan-lauri]

EPISODE 5

SO.....I HAVE.....QUESTIONS.....

LIKE......A FAIR AMOUNT OF THEM, AND THE SHOW'S NOT GIVING ANSWERS, WHICH IS......a good thing, cuz it's keeping me guessing

THAT SCENE WITH HUSK, AND- WH- HOW-

L-LEASH-

O-OK-

B-but if Alastor doesn't wanna talk about it, I'll just d-drop it there, cuz I don't wanna- N-nope, not touching that right now, I'll just- s-see where this goes, b-but- But just know that I DO have a theory, I-I'm just gonna keep it to myself. A-and if it turns out to be true, I-I WILL let you know, cuz I'm gonna type "I FLIPPING CALLED IT" in all-caps and BOLD font. Th-that's how you'll know-

I-I kinda don't want it to be true, tho, cuz....o-one of my fav things about Alastor is how....m-mysterious and....unpredictable he is.....s-so, I don't wanna call things about him so early on, and have them be true....I-I wanna still guess.....>//////> D-don't do the predictable thing, Hazbin, please....

I-I still liked the scene, d-don't get me wrong, cuz of the threat- hhhhhhhhitfeelssoawkwardtosaythatnowthatIknowIhaveafriendwholovesHusk- b-but I can't help iiiiiiit-

B-by the way, only Alastor, who never swears normally, would have the guts to cuss out the fallen angel in the room-

Altho, Lucifer doesn't present himself as very....th-threatening.....

.......LUCIFER-

Ohhhhhhh BOY, finally getting to see the short king himself!! (Seriously, I LOVE how short he is XD)

H-honestly, I like this direction for him! I was expecting something pretty similar from the intro- a guy who "lost his will to dream"- but I was also expecting a bit more of an ego on him, cuz he's the sin of pride.....but no, he actually seems a bit....I-I wouldn't say insecure, cuz he never puts himself down on screen, but he's obviously got no hope in his people cuz he's only ever been exposed to the evil and not the good. He....FEELS downtrodden. But no, definitely still a good person. So, I like....half called it....?

M-Mimzy's pretty cool.....I pretty much guessed that she and Alastor were friends from life. Hearing Spinel's voice out of her is REALLY weird, tho.....T-tell 2019 me that Spinel's VA was gonna be in Hazbin playing one of Alastor's friends and....I-I would've exploded.....X/////D

The songs weren't.....AS good as they have been in previous episodes, at least on first listen. I do like things about both tho. I flipping love how Alastor spends the first song still deliberately trying to piss off the fallen angel in the room like- H-he doesn't even c-care-! (H-him talking about Charlie before the song, too, and- didhereallyliftherchin!?!?! HELP-) I really love his and Lucifer's dynamic already. It's fun. X/////D

And the second song.....I-I can't believe I'm saying this when the first one had Alastor, but on first listen at least, I liked the second one a bit more as a song....? Lucifer admitting that he doesn't want Charlie to go because she's all he has left....man, poor guy....Hazbin's ballads have been GREAT so far, between this and "Whatever It Takes".

C-can't wait to ACTUALLY SEE HEAVEN next episode!?!?! WOW-

.......

........."Take that, depression!" Favorite non-Alastor line in the episode, BTW. I-I laughed pretty hard...

[mrs-monaghan]

No one is having a problem with tae mentioning jk. But It's the way he's mentioning him that doesn't seem sincere.

The First time, no one thought anything of it. The second time also, But then it kept happening. He starts an unnecessary couple minute vlive just to drop jk's name, unprovoked, then turn it off, give it a few days, then do it again. You can't help but wonder why is he doing this. Now, he's even opening a vlive from jk's home without his permission!

Now, if tkkrs were to just gush over tkk and leave Jimin alone then it would be fine, but they always have to attack him. And tae knows that because he monitors social media like the rest of the members. He knows how tkkrs will react and he still chose to do it. Now tkkrs are getting even more vile towards Jimin because they believe that tae is sending them a message that tkk is real.

It was clear that tae has started to align himself with Jungkook once their solo activities have been announced. The likes, comments, stories… Maybe the reason is because they have a song together and he's promoting it, or maybe he's feeling the pressure of the solo era and want to win tkkrs. Then if this wasn't enough, he suddenly started to drop his name suspiciously when the rumors about him and jennie started. Coincidence?

Whatever the reason, is it worth all the hate Jimin gets because of it?

And the funny thing is that he doesn't do all this with his so called soulmate!

Honestly and like you said, Hobi is the one that feels like jm's soulmate. And I love how very protective of jkk he is. Like that time he posted jkk the same day their bond was dragged on twitter. I love him.

Oh man.

Now if tkkrs were to just gush over tkk and leave Jimin alone it would be fine. But they always have to attack him

I have this one problem with Jikookers. (Not all, of course) Just the ones that get easily affected by the cult. Tkkrs aka the vermin are many. Like there's a big amount of these pieces of shit. And they can get very loud and in your face. Its mostly because people are scared of them that they have been able to become so rampant. But listen, its for a reason. they threatened youtubers like Jeonssy found her family n shit and said they would harm Lil Tony's pregnant wife till both these Jikookers (and many others) left the platform all together. Then we have DT Parker who had to create a separate Jimin channel because of these people. I mean the vermin are dangerous. They are no joke. They attacked Poly C and so many other brands that dared confirm Jikook were wearing their shit. So who are they not to come for normal Jikookers who are just here minding our business?

But because they are so vile and so disgusting Jikookers have come to hate them so much that they don't want them to have anything. And so when Tkk have a moment, we already have Jikookers slamming their heads against the wall. But then there lies my issue. If members do something and your first thought is the cult, then you need to get your shit together. We should FIRST enjoy the moment and then later be like "ugh. The vermin are gonna act up." But not the other way around. The only one time I ever thought about tkks first, was this one

(Credit to owner)

(I'm lying, first i drooled and then turned on the fan)

The moment he said "bro" I was like "why JK??"

He he he he heee.. but this a habit we need to break. If you are reading this post and you do this;

Otherwise you are on your way to becoming a V anti and no member deserves this. V has indeed been acting some type of way since Gurumi. Say mentioning JK and only JK all the damn time. BUT If you think what V is doing is wrong simply because that's how u feel, then that's okay. But if you hate what V is doing because of the cult, then bro, I'm sorry, but u need to reevaluate your priorities. JK doesn't seem to like Tkkrs. He has debunked them more times that we can count. As long as Jikook keep debunking Tkk moments I will never put the vermin first.

[cescalr]

@theheightofdishonor has tagged me in that one url playlist game, so here we go!

(Also; miss you too buddy, we really need to talk more!)

I have this so easy lmao. Let's see here;

C: cigarette by Alfie Jukes is a song I'm rlly enjoying rn. It's so Character Playlist ♡ and I have like uhhh 90 of those. Normal amount.

E: euclid by sleep token is an excellent song

S: stick season by Noah Kahan, don't dislike a single song on that same-name album! Extremely character but only for one specific show I started watching recently. But in a way where it feels written about that show from those povs. So. I'm putting that shit on loop obviously

C: Caleb Trask by the crane wives bc I wanted to put a crane wives song on here also I love this one

A: ARRIVING SOMEWHERE BUT NOT HEREEEEE go listen to Porcupine Tree right now. Go. Listen to them. Fucking excellent musicians.

L: in the spirit of your list, (the) Last of the Real Ones by Fall Out Boy bc the 'the' doesn't count. And I wanted to put a fall out boy song on here

R: Remains by bastile, rag'n'bone man, and skunk anansie, is a beautiful song. Go improve your life and hear it.

And there you have that! Many of my mutuals have super long urls so I'd feel a bit mean tagging you.... but I am a little mean, and I love music, so... @livingincolorsagain , @vivithefolle , @shijimamei and really, anybody who wants to - but absolutely no pressure (especially you, a, with your 19 letter username. lmao)

[itsthatpearl]

Layout idea from @secret-smut-sideblog 🩸

Hannibal x F!OC

His Amuse-Bouche

Chapter 9: Exit Music (For A Film)

AO3 LINK

Beth meets her destiny

Word Count: 1.3k

NO BETA READER IN THIS PART BC I AM A DUMB BITCH BUT I TRIED MY BEST TO BETA MYSELF

TW: THIS IS A HORROR FANFIC. MAJOR DEAD DOVE. SPECIFIC TRIGGERS ARE LISTED IN EACH CHAPTER, BUT THEY CAN SPOIL THE STORY, SO IF YOU WANT TO ENJOY THE HORROR AS BEST AS YOU CAN, GO STRAIGHT TO THE STORY. SPECIFIC TRIGGERS: Mental health issues (depression, ptsd, anxiety, social anxiety, panic attacks and dissociating), distressing impulsive thoughts, sexual tension, horror, gore, cannibalism, bad parenting, rough language, violence, drugs, spiked drinks, alcohol, poison.

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“The sun is shining as the cold water hits my tiny feet. I turn back to look at the giggling couple behind me. The woman is sharing her ice cream with the man. They kiss. I cover my eyes and scream. “MOOOOOMMMM!! DAAAAD!!! STOP!!!!!” I run at them and jump into the open arms waiting for me”

I was cooking in the kitchen while listening to music. I heard the door open and close. Show time. I was cutting the vegetables as I felt his hands wrap around me from behind. I felt him inhale my scent. “Bach’s Prelude in C Minor?” he muttered. I tried to keep myself from smirking. “What about it?” I asked nonchalantly. I felt his grip tighten just a tiny bit before he moved his hands to caress my neck and waist. He knows I am up to something. “What are you cooking?” he purred into my ear. He knows but he just wants me to say it out loud. “Rabbit stew” I said. I tossed spices, clove, garlic and chili into the stew. He inhaled sharply and tutted his tongue. Keep yourself calm. “So many spices? Haven’t I taught you better, my darling sous chef?” he challenged. I bit my lip. “I think I am catching a flu so I wanted to make it spicier” I shrugged and turned around to face him. “Want to taste? I promise it’s delicious” I batted my eyes and handed him a spoon. He smiled and took the spoon, dipped it into the pot and tasted it while keeping an eye contact with me. “It sure is” he purred. I gave him a quick peck on the lips which he didn’t answer. Breathe.

“So that is your happiest memory?” Dr. Lecter asks me. I smile sadly and nod. “Yes. That is the only time I remember seeing them together. Happy. That is the only time I remember seeing my father sober” I say and sigh. 

Hannibal went to make the table. My heart was racing. I took the zip lock bag from the drawer where I hid it earlier. Zinc Phosphide. Rat poison. I had ground it into a fine powder. This has to work. I tossed a great amount of it on his plate and topped it with the stew mixing it in. It looks normal. It smells normal. I took a deep breath and walked into the dining room pushing the serving trolley, which helped me to keep my balance with the new legs.

There he was. Waiting for me. He had made the table almost as beautiful as the first time we had dinner. I gave him his plate and walked to sit on my seat, setting my plate down from the trolley. He had put music on this time. Chopin's Nocturne in C-sharp minor. He had told me it was a song that reminded him of a prey that is too weak to run away. A prey that is almost too pitiful to eat. A wounded, weak rabbit. Zuiki. “I am no classical music enthusiast, but isn’t Chopin a bit too melancholic for a beautiful romantic dinner like this together, my love? ” I asked, trying not to sound too cold. He smiled back without answering me. He wants to play, huh? Alright. I’ll play along. 

“You loved him?” he asks. I raise a brow. “Of course I did? He was my father?” I say a bit confused. He leans back. “That isn’t something that defines love” he comments. I look down, think for a moment and look back at him. “Then what does?”

I took a sip from my glass and tasted the food. It definitely tasted spicy. I looked at him as he just sat there, fingers interlocked in front of him and staring right at me. He knows. I took a deep breath. “Was it all the spices?” I sighed. He smiled. “No, Beth. It was the fact that you wanted to get caught” he took another sip from his glass. Run. I bolted up and sprinted towards the front door as fast as possible, until after a few steps my whole body felt numb and I dizzily stumbled down hitting the floor. That fucker drugged the wine and I was too stupid to notice.

“Love, Beth, is a primal force. It’s not merely an emotion but a state of exquisite vulnerability. It’s the intertwining of desire and destruction, of consuming and being consumed. To love someone is to see them fully. Flaws, fears, and all. To choose, willingly, to indulge in their essence, to relish in their complexities. It’s an art, a delicate dance between affection and obsession, tenderness and possession. Love is the symphony that orchestrates our deepest desires and our darkest impulses” Hannibal says. I look at him quietly. “Have you ever loved anyone, Dr. Lecter?” I ask. He looks at me in silence. I look down feeling anxiety curl up to a big clump inside me. “I am so so sorry, that was stupid of me to ask” I shake my head. For a moment he looks like he is about to answer something, but he just shakes his head. “No need to apologize”

I woke up slowly. I looked around me to see this wasn’t the room he used to do his so called “work”. This was the dining room. I was back in my own chair, binded, of course. He was sitting across the table in his own seat. I started to chuckle quietly. “I should’ve known. I should’ve known you would do this eventually. You destroy everyone around you. Don't you, Dr. Lecter?” I shook my head and looked at him. He didn’t answer, so I continued. “You left the patient records there on purpose, didn’t you?” I teared up in anger and gripped the bindings. Still no answer. “DIDN’T YOU?? ANSWER ME!!” I screamed. He sighed. “I wanted you to know the truth, but I wasn’t sure how you would react. Now I know, and I can’t say I am not disappointed. I didn’t think you’d fail so badly at killing me” he tutted. I stared at him in silence. I was weak. I couldn’t do it. He got up and walked to me. “I really wanted a future for us” he said with a sad look upon his face. I scoffed, looking at the table. “Maybe, but you always knew it would end this way” I looked at him. He nodded in silence. “I loved you, Bethany” he said. I looked back at him, giving him a sad smile. “I loved you too, Hannibal” I answered. “It’s quite funny. I thought you could save me, but you ended up killing me in the process” I said, tearing up a bit. “In fact, I thought I could change you by changing myself” I started to cry. He kissed my tear soaked lips softly and inhaled my scent one last time. “I cannot be saved” he whispered.

I was now back in his basement . Here he cut me for the first time. Here he told me he cured me. Now I knew it was all a lie. I wanted to hurt him back. I wanted to hurt him the way he hurt me. To see his blood pool in my skin the way Valentin’s blood did. But I should’ve known the prey can never outsmart the predator. The prey can never become anything else. A Rabbit could only run, even after the predator had cut its legs.

I felt the needle puncture my skin and after a few seconds the sedative started to calm my nerve system down. I can’t wait to see my mother. Before I fell asleep, Hannibal leaned over me to whisper: “I promise you will be the finest amuse-bouche, Bethany”.

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This was the final chapter of His Amuse-Bouche. Thank you SO MUCH for reading my fic <3 I am starting to write the next one, but it won't be Hannibal fic! I still hope you will stick around and see what I do next <3

If you want me to write a oneshot of Hannibal, I have my question box open for ideas and requests!!!!

Thank you for being on this jorney w me <3

Kisses, Pearl <3

[breadsandwiches]

Wanted to share my tdp playlists bc i honestly like how they turned out! 💃

Some of these were recommended by dragonprinceofficial! (a, c, v, s)

(Very in depth and thought provoking comments about my fave songs under the cut >>>)

AARAVOS

Time, Stars, Universe Pretty ethereal star god vibes

Play with Fire Whatever his beef with the Sunfire peeps, im enjoying it and am glad he is too. slay queen (literally)

Dishonored 2 Main Theme creepy ominous spider-spinning-its-web vibes ok?

Inside the Cage Listen to sexy mental breakdown song.

In the Palace ~ Agitato Creepy fucked up butterfly beast. For context watch HxH, its fun!!! 😀 (< dead inside) Also soundtrack for Aaravos losing his mind in prison and making his puppets dance till their feet bleed! 😍

Adore Adore The story can change at the roll of a dice babeyy 😎 no fr the lyrics are fire

Throne Wrath and violence on planat earth

Nosk Spider-pulling-in-its-prey vibes. Callum wyd 👁👁

Dark Matter The drama.. the vibes.. "bring me your soul bring me your ~HATE~" *insert elmo fire gif*

Black Train/End Credits ~piano~ Also death etc. etc. idek. damn should this be on viren or claudia's playlist instead? 🤔

CLAUDIA

Restless Year I always imagine her dancing or playing the bass to this. Also this song was literally written about her /lie

W.I.T.C.H. We all know this would be on her playlist in a modern au.

My Zero It's fine, she's just gradually losing grip of her family and also herself, she's losing her beginnings 😀👍 ok

Selfless "You're mucking off, but I will live for you, my selfless love". Screaming crying throwing up etc.

Fireflies Nothing to say here except that it's perfect.

A Victory of Love Objectively a bop. Songs that make me Ascend™

Galaxies Honestly im just rlly invested in the modern au where she's a bassist in a cool band and this is one of the songs theyd be playing. but also the lyrics kinda fit

Spanish Sahara She can have a little vengeance as a treat. Also trauma <3

Young and Tragic sad :( baby magefam feels :((

VIREN

The Unquiet Grave he's a corpse 👍

Werewolf Heart Thinking about Harrow, thinking about Lissa maybe. also those wolves and screams?? sir... 🧍‍♂️ Also sexy bass. what more do you want.

Mohammed Most sexy guitar ive ever heard ever im not joking. leave me alone

LA PAURA DEL BUIO lyrics fit pretty well. also this playlist has a criminal lack of angry rock songs

Fight Like Gods Lyrics and such

Way down We Go idk how to describe it without saying the word sexy again :/

The Sun Pretty 😳

Sleep Oughg (< relates a bit too much)

Ashes to Ashes idk man, its just pretty. like Viren <3 <3 <3

Into Dust damn ok tdpo

SOREN

Beautiful Day idk this just has Soren all over to me. the early sunrise wake up feeling, the hopeful optimism idk man

Uptown Funk Originally wasn't putting this in but it is Sooo S1-2 Soren. Also this

Back Against The Wall A+ rec from tdpo

Ode To The Mets I am so normal about this song so normal i listen to it a regular amount haha *insert one of those feral stick figures with blood all over*

Run Magefam feels 💃

Edge of Darkness Next on Songs that make me Ascend™. "I've got love in my heart for an army apart" :(

Fill Your Heart This is one of my fave songs ever its so joyful i love it and I love Soren

Obstacles This song is already Not Ok on its own, but combined with the Soren-Claudia feels it's an atrocity 👍 Songs for floating away on a river never to return

What's Up Ya boy might not always be the brightest but he's definitely the more emotionally intelligent one also i love him so much hhskvhvhhvhvhbv

[starsnbeers]

Cherry Blossom [Dazai Osamu x reader]

    Her parents abandoning her had been the beginning of her destruction, the beginning of her becoming a monster. Some may think that the characterization is a form of exaggeration. How could a little girl, barely eight years old, be something so horrendous? People break, when under pressure. Kids break too.

Alone. A truth I have felt since always.

 ***

      She had to learn the act of survival if she wanted to continue existing. It all started with stealing small amounts of food, barely enough to keep her breathing. Murder had not once crossed her mind.

    On a frosty winter night, everything had changed. The ten year old lady was returning to the abandoned attic she had been staying at, when footsteps began echoing from behind her. [Y/n] had acted immediately; quickening her steps, she hid in an alleyway, hoping the stranger was a simple passerby. When silence was all she heard, the young one proceeded to leave her hiding spot. Before she had any time to react, large hands wrapped themselves around her neck; she could not see him, only smell and feel his reeking breath at the back of her neck. “Were you do you think you are going?’’. The girl was unable to speak. When cold fingers started lowering on her body, the panic caught up to her. She thrusted left and right and screamed on the top of her lungs. When cold metal was pressed at the base of her neck, all she saw was red; she stepped on the old man’s foot and, turning around, grabbed his knife. When she finally came to her senses, blood was all over her. The head of the attacker laid in front of her. Calm and unaware of the chocolate orbs following her every move, she left as if nothing had happened.

 ***

      Over the course of time, her hunger escalated to something deeper. Something she could not quite name. Something that consumed her whole and left her breathless. There were times when she would lose her senses, only to awaken covered in blood. She had lost count of her victim as she had lost feelings related to regret or remorse.

 Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it.

 ***

      [Y/n] had changed. Shoulder length hair, full lips, pale face, one could mistaken her for a normal, fragile girl, for she looked like a porcelain doll. But that wasn’t the case. She had become a well known murderer in Yokohama. Having improved her martial skills, not being an ability user was not a problem for her. She could take down a man 3 times her size in only a matter of seconds. Fallen Angel is they called her, for someone as beautiful as her could never be considered the devil.

 Every time people said I was pretty, I thought of everything ugly swarming beneath my clothes.

 ***

Dazai Osamu

    The youngest Port Mafia executive to ever exist. Ougai Mori’s left hand. A fifteen-year-old boy, who took pleasure in teasing his red haired partner and had an unexplainable obsession with suicide. But what more?

    People called him Demon Prodigy. He was dangerous, unhinged. He never hesitated, his moves were always calculated and calm. He was ruthless, deadly, sad.

 We shouldn’t be this kind of tired at our age.

 ***

      They met each other under a cherry blossom tree. He was lying on the grass, looking at clouds, thinking about life. She was walking, focused on the birds’ songs and the smell of spring. He saw her. She didn’t. Neither of them expected the crash. When they both caught their breath, Dazai assured her he was okay, claiming to be honored by being stepped on by such a beautiful lady. [Y/n] blushed and, for the first time in her life, she was left breathless; not by fury, but by the charming young man. He invited her to spend their evening together as a way of making up and she nervously accepted. Most will say it was love at first sight, but that wasn’t the case.

    One thing lead to another and, soon, the pair of teenagers grew used to each other; evening walks by the beach, long, deep night talks about the meaning of life, naps under the cherry tree

    [Y/n] couldn’t recall ever feeling happy. Only ever knowing numbness and pain, it was difficult for her to control the butterflies swimming in her stomach and the dizziness she felt around him.

It’s like I look at you and suddenly the sonnets make sense.

 ***

      The first time he saw her, he was stunned. How could a skinny, pale little girl behead such a man, with only a pocket knife? He thought her interesting, wanted to talk to her, learn about her past. Of course, his stupid partner had to ruin the moment. They were on a mission, after all.

    Years had passed by, and, though he was sure she was somehow connected with the newly shown assassin, he didn’t have the pleasure of meeting her. Until that fateful evening.

    He had immediately recognized her. Those black, soulless eyes had been haunting him in his sleep for years. She intrigued him. This time, he would get close to her.

 I think he was enamored with you because you were so enamored with him.  

 ***

      The last time [Y/n] saw him was the last day of summer. He looked sad, more than usual, but she never commented on it. They had spent the day on their usual spot, under the cherry blossom tree. It was the first time she told him she loved him. “Don’t be ridiculous,” he started, “you could never love someone like me”. Truth is, she didn’t know much about the brown eyed boy that had stolen her heart. She had memorized his laugh, the way his hand fit in hers, even the way he sometimes looked at her; like she was food and he was a starved man. Though stuff like that didn’t matter to most people, the love struck girl was glad to have the suicidal maniac by her side.

 This August I began to dream of drowning.

 ***

      Dazai had never been cruel to her. The young Mafioso had never been anything but gentle when it came to his precious belladonna. Who could guess that the Demon Prodigy, the man that had killed 138 people, would grow soft over a broken girl?

    Leaving her never felt right, but it’s what he had to do. He was a bad man and [Y/n], although she wasn’t aware of, had a kind soul. He would vanish from her life and, eventually, she would forget about him. The chocolate haired man would continue his life as he had before he met her; purposelessly, meaninglessly.

 Every time I chase happiness I come back worse than before.

 ***

      For some reason, the thought that she would eventually end up alone again never occurred her. She had been sure she found her other half, her soulmate. The first time he didn’t show up, [Y/n] had simply thought he was sick or something of the like. Days turned into months, the pink blossoms fell and winter came, freezing her heart.

 I began letting him go. Hour by hour. Days into months. It was a physical sensation, like letting out the string of a kite. Except that the string was coming from my center.

 ***

      It was the last day of spring. Kids were playing in the nearby park, birds were singing. The air smelled sweet and flowery. Under the cherry blossom tree, brown eyes met black ones and feeling forgotten sprang into the surface.

 I have something in my heart for you which will die only when I do.

[telltalebatman]

a non-definitive list of my blorbo playlists in case anyone's interested lol

not some common men (general blorbo playlist)

children of arkham

the lady and her pawn (platonic vicki + oz)

C O B B L E P O T

before the penguin, there was an icarus (young ozzy)

hollow man (a very specific playlist for my own AU; a shell of a man with no emotions left)

🐧🇵🇱 (a tongue-in-cheek playlist of polish songs that give me the oz vibe)

G A R G A N (2018 marvel's spider-man scorpion playlist bc i love him a normal amount)

S I L C O

[survey--s]

567.

Do you know a James? I do, but he’s never been known as James and I’ve known him since we were two, lol. I actually forgot that was his real name for a second.

Have you ever been to Australia? If not, would you like to? Yeah, my family all live in Australia so we visited a lot when I was younger. I haven’t been back in around a decade though as flights are so expensive and I can’t really afford to take all that time off work.

Have you ever been diagnosed with a mental illness? Yes, depression and generalised anxiety disorder.

If you had to choose to have a different accent than the one you have now, what accent would you choose and why? I love Australian and Scottish accents.

New York or California? I’d prefer to visit New York I think, but I wouldn’t want to live in either place.

Have you ever or do you currently live in a Gated Community? Nope. They’re only really a “thing” in big cities here.

Who was your last text from? Suzanne.

Do you know how to use a DSLR camera? No.

If you had to choose one instrument to perfect, what instrument would you choose? Piano.

Have you ever owned an Axolotl? I haven’t.

What has been the longest amount of time you’ve spent on a plane? The longest individual flight was something like fourteen hours, but whenever we used to fly to Australia it was about 23 hours flight-time in total.

How often do you use Snapchat? Never.

What does your last text say? I can’t be bothered to check.

Have you ever played Habbo? Aww man, I remember HabboHotel lol. I did used to use it sometimes but I preferred other websites.

What about Runescape? No.

Have you ever heard of the band Mumford & Sons? If yes, do you like their music? Yeah, I quite like them but they’re one of those bands I need to be in the right mood for, otherwise I just find them annoying lol.

Have you ever kissed anyone starting with the letter A, C, N, T or K? A,C and N, yes.

Have you ever used Valium before? No.

What time is it where you’re from? It’s currently 11.34am.

Have you ever adopted an animal from an animal shelter? No. Purrlock was a rescue but it was via a private source. Our other cats have all been farm kittens and Archie was from a breeder.

Where do you usually find Surveys from? If there are none on my dashboard, then I normally look through someone’s archives until I find one I feel like doing.

Australia or New Zealand? I’d prefer to visit New Zealand as I’ve been to Australia multiple times.

Have you ever missed a flight? No, thankfully not.

What is your best friend’s middle name? He doesn’t have a middle name.

How do you feel about the passing of Aretha Franklin? I mean, it’s not something I ever really thought about. People die - it’s never really something I’ve got too upset about, especially when we’re talking about total strangers.

Did you enjoy any of her music? RESPECT was a good song but I don’t really know any of her others.

What is your favourite film from your childhood? The Land Before Time.

Kanye West or Drake? I’m not a huge fan of either.

Do you know anyone who is named after a state? I used to go to school with a girl called Montana.

What was the reason for your previous doctor’s visit? To get a sick note.

Have you ever been to an outdoor cinema? No, they’re not really a “thing” here as the weather is hardly the most predictable lol. It rains far too often.

Have you ever had a “bad trip”? If yes, what happened? No.

How often do you use Instagram? Most days, but I scroll more than I actually post.

Have you ever smoked a cigarette? Yeah.

If so, do you still smoke? No.

What are you up to tomorrow? I have no plans for tomorrow yet. It’s supposed to rain (again).

What type of questions do you like being asked during a survey? Ones that require a bit of thought, or ones that are about your day-to-day life so that you don’t just give the same answers all the time.

Adam Sandler or Jim Carrey? Jim Carrey.

What is your favourite Ben Stiller movie? I’ve just looked through his filmography and none of them really stand out to me as being any good, lol.

What is your favourite Spotify playlist if you have one? I don’t have a favourite - I just make a load of them and pick one at random.

Firefox or Chrome? Chrome.

Do you enjoy learning about conspiracy theories? Yeah, I find them pretty interesting and I honestly think a few of them have some merit.

If so, what is your favourite? I like random theories about various crimes etc.

Do you find hand tattoos attractive on your preferred sex? I’ve never found hand tattoos particularly attractive on either sex.

If you had a baby boy, what would you name him? I have zero desire to ever have a baby, but I like the name Harrison for a boy.

What is your favourite Netflix original series? A Series of Unfortunate Events.

Have you ever owned a Tamagotchi? Nope. I was never allowed stuff like that growing up.

Do you have a favourite “survey blog” on Tumblr? If so, who? No, I don’t really pay attention to them, in all honesty. I just take surveys off my dashboard that look interesting.

Would you rather be 10 minutes late or 20 minutes early? 20 minutes early. I’d just sit and read or play on my phone.

If you could be a member of any TV-Sitcom family, which would it be? The Foremans from That 70s Show. Kitty is the best. <--- yes! 

Tell me about the 6th person in your contact list: I have no idea who that is.

Are you waiting for a text back right now? Nope.

Would you rather be able to control fire or water? Water.

[floralsuture]

tagged by @iliacobserva thank u legend and thank u moreso for man cheek monday

• Nickname: is max a nickname?? my mates call me by my surname and my younger mates call me mackers/maccas/maxwell/etc yuck

• Sign: pisces we love spring

• Height: im at Least 5'6 and i used to think i was 5'7 but everyone is taller than me,, i still think im 5'7 but i dont know what a foot is in normal units

• Last thing I googled: is max a nickname for maxfield

• Song stuck in my head: iits oonlyy riiiighhtt that you should plaay the waay you feeeelll itt // but im listening to mac to remember christine mcvie, and this song is gorgeous, and everything will be good again 

• Number of followers: i really needa block those porn bots fr

• Amount of sleep: been shite recently but usually i hit 7 hours min (excluding drinking ofc)

• Lucky number: torn between 13 and saying that every number is my friend, lover, etc.

• Dream job: i wake up at a reasonable time in the AM and grab a coffee and a pastry and work in a lively but not stressful environment with people who arent the worst and i can work from home some days and i can afford to buy a house at some point before i Partner Up

• Wearing: always cuffed jeans always rolled up t shirts always a silly big jacket :)c

• Movies/books that summarise me: before sunrise, little miss sunshine, in bruges, introduction to electrodynamics by griffiths hehe

• Fave song: sometimes by mbv comes to mind immediately, but in terms of current obsessions its gotta be bro fuck it im so bad at tumblr and worse at linking shit HAZARD DUTY PAY by JPEGMAFIA was where i was at ugh!!

• Aesthetic: Awful Halfway NB, cuffed everything, (skinnies, tee, even jean jacket) mad that it really be nb all the way down

• Fave author: i need to read more. got a mary oliver collection of poems last birthday and naturally its life changing but yep needa read more

• Fave animal noise: foxes croaking/squeaking?? such weird cunts i love them to bits

• Random fact: all my bottom teeth are chipped,, theyve been filled but what else rando fact do i got

bruh i got to this late and i feel like i cant tag anyone atm, sorry mutuals.. But if you see this then i have my eye on you and youre free to catch me accountable x

[unnamedrat]

OMG?!??! I'M SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS. NOT WEIRD AT ALL

A diary of my reactions to @stargirl1331 reactions to the playlist i made for them

Star-Mitski: C, if you liked the song's build up you are going to love mitski, that's like- most of her songs. Also, yes!!! Star!!!! This song is the reason I made the playlist, I said STAR! C! OMG! and went with it.

So Real-Jeff Buckley: Now I've to listen dear arkansas daughter, wait-

Dear Arkansas Daughter-Lady Lamb: OMG I KNOW THIS SONG!!! I love the lyrics and the instrumental is so sweet :) I also see the similitudes you're talking about.

Good Heart-Indigo De Souza: I KNEW YOU'D LIKE INDIGO!!! Her music just has this very specific vibe I knew you'd like. She's very underrated, I used to listen to her a lot in 2021 and more people should listen to her.

This Is A Life-A Bunch Of People™️: So, this song is part of the soundtrack of a movie I really really loved called Everything Everywhere All At Once and, basically, the movie is about the journey of a mother and a daughter through the multiverse and how they learn to love each other despite their flaws and mistakes and it's so so sweet (you should watch it) and the song basically sums up that. But it is very interesting to see the point of view of someone who doesn't have that context, the interpretation of the loss of memories? I loved it.

The Prettiest Star-David Bowie: Star title!!! It's crazy how many Bowie songs have a star in their title, the man was obsessed with space and rockstars.

Cabras-Little Jesus (and Jimena González): C, I'm begging you, go search the song's lyrics and translate them, they're so so beautiful and you're missing them. Actually, you know what? I'll translate them myself if necessary.

Enjoy The Silence-Depeche Mode: I don't listen to them a lot but their music is SO great, so happy you liked them too :)

Love Will Tear Us Apart-Joy Division: The amount of people that have told me I've Dad Music Taste is hilarious, are they wrong tho?

Grace-Jeff Buckley: Jeff really has the best lyrics, the album this song comes from is one of Bowie's all-time favorites, so that should tell you enough.

Buffalo Replaced-Mitski: It is a great song, Mitski has really good vocals :)

where did the sun go?-Lor: I KNOW U LOVE THIS SONG, THAT'S WHY I PUT IT THERE. I've been listening to Lor recently (thanks to u), their music is really great :)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA I'm just so so happy you liked the playlist, kinda sad I didn't add more songs for u to listen but like AAAAAAAAAAAA <333333

A diary of my reactions to the songs on the playlist @unnamedrat made for me! written as i listen:)

this got long so i actually get to use a cut? amazing

Star-mitski: oooo nice vibes i really like th smooth to the less smooth. also: Star:)

So Real-jeff buckley: i am in love with the lyrics especially the "and i never stepped on the cracks/cause i thought id hurt my mother". has similar feeling to dear arkansas daughter in a way? ooooo i love the beat change!

Good heart-indigo de souza: 1) the title makes me happy 2) i relate to this song 3) i absolutely am in love and it is now im my liked songs. this song somehow reminds me of climbing a tree and jumping out of the branches. also about my new strawberry toothpaste but thats just because there was a lyric about brushing teeth.

This is A life-a bunch of people: oooooooo i really like the blend of voices it sounds like loosing memories of people in a way almost. i highly enjoy but also its so melancholy and i feel like i could lie on the floor in star and just vibe.

The prettiest star-bowie: Star title:) its a bop(whos suprised its bowie) i want to sway and dip and spin and dance. i maybe zoned out for the rest of this song and have no notes but it was very very nice.

Cabras-little jesus: I do not speak what i believe is spanish but im vibing.

Enjoy the silence-depeche mode: i have heard this before i rather like it. its what my dad would call "british new wave". ive been getting more into their music lately ALL I EVER WANTED.... WORDS ARE VERY/UNNECESSARYYYYYY dude im just vibing and bopping along

Love will tear us apart-joy division: A) dante u and my dad and me seem to have a bit of a venn diagram of music tastes this is sorta funny to me but im vibing sooo hard. b) i zoned out and did stuff so no notes other then Vibes are great

Grace-jeff buckley: i like these chords. oh the moon:) the moon asking to stay:) im fine. i am in deep feels with these lyrics. im so good. i really like this song. spinning in grass and falling over to stare at a rainy night sky vibes if you know what im saying

Buffalo replaced-mitski: No notes. had to do things. great song. like the lyrics. i just like her voice tbh.

where did the sun go-lor: I LOVE THIS SONG IT BRINGS ME SO MUCH JOY I FOUND IT EARLIER THIS YEAR AND IT WAS MY SECOND MOST LISTENED TO. i love lor. i love this song. it makes me want to bite things. amazing. wonderful. wish there was a 10 min version

ok i have to do things ill continue this when i listen to the rest and can sit down and do it and also if i remember

[foreveranevilregal]

Can we get a Felix waking up with a sleeping Pepa's hand in his briefs?

You got it!

Pepa was fast asleep in her favorite position: half buried under Félix, feeling his weight bearing down on her. She found it comforting. Nothing could hurt her while he lay on top of her, protecting her from the world. She snuggled into him, inhaling his scent and feeling the warmth emanating from his body, but unbeknownst to her, her attention was turned elsewhere: to the wonderful dream she was having.

She and Félix were coming home from a party; a loud, raucous affair where the alcohol flowed freely, and the music shook the cobblestones. It was her kind of party- the kind spent entirely on her feet, swept away by the music. But oh, she was paying the price for it now. Groaning, she kicked off her alpargatas. Dancing was fun, but the best kind made her feet suffer.

“You okay, mi amor?” Félix had begun changing out of his party clothes into his nightclothes. He was currently standing in front of her shirtless, putting his chest on full display. His wonderful, hairy chest that was her favorite pillow, that housed the heart she’d intertwined with her own, that-

“Pepa?” He cocked his head, waiting for a response.

Pepa shook her head, clearing it of the tantalizing images that were swirling around. The motion made her dizzier than normal, thanks to the drinks she’d consumed earlier that evening. “I’m fine, mi sol. My feet just hurt from dancing.”

Félix chuckled. “You were up dancing all night. I don’t think anyone else danced as much as you.”

Pepa preened, taking it as a compliment. “You weren’t too bad yourself, hombre,” she teased. “You only sat out the really fast songs.”

“Yeah, my body isn’t what it used to be.” He shrugged. “I get winded. And not the fun kind.”

It was Pepa’s turn to chuckle. “Still, you were very impressive.” Her eyes trailed down over his chest, following a bead of sweat. He’d impressed her, at any rate, and did anyone else even matter?

“See something you like?” He raised an eyebrow suggestively, holding his arms out to the side to expose his entire torso to her.

Pepa’s eyes raked over the copious amounts of skin, gleaming with sweat. She decided he wasn’t done sweating for the night. “You know I do.” She stood in front of him, placing her hands on his chest and letting her fingers curl into his chest hair. “Eres tan sexy,” she breathed, tracing swirly designs in the hair.

“You really know how to stroke a man’s ego.” Félix’s voice was becoming husky from her ministrations.

“That’s not all I know how to stroke.” Her hands drifted towards the top of his pants, but were stilled by Félix’s, which covered hers completely.

“Slow down, Pepi. We’re in no hurry,” he reminded her.

“Maybe you’re not,” she huffed. How dare he stand in front of her like that and tell her to slow down? When they both deserved for her to absolutely devour him? Her hand fell down his thigh, closing over the proof that she wasn’t the only one who wanted to move this along. “Or maybe you are.” She gave him a light squeeze.

“Easy,” he warned her.

“Since when do I go ‘easy’?”

“Since you love your husband and don’t want him to ruin his nice dress pants.”

Right. The pesky pants. Well, she preferred they come off anyway. Deft fingers undid the button and the pants crumpled onto the ground. “Problem solved.” Now her fingers could dig into bare flesh.

“That’s not really what I meant.”

Pepa rolled her eyes. Of course she knew what he meant, but she couldn’t help herself. “What did you mean?”

“We have all night, mi vida.” He sat down on the bed. “We can just enjoy ourselves.”

“Are you not enjoying my attention?” She feigned innocence, approaching where he sat.

“I am, I just,” he gulped, looking up at her looming over him, “wanted something else first.”

She stood upright, taken aback. “What did you want?”

The grin he gave her lit up the entire room. “I wanted to see you dance.”

She barked out a laugh. “See me dance? You’ve been watching me dance all night.”

“Yes…” he conceded, “but that was in front of other people. I was hoping you would dance just for me.” He looked at her meaningfully.

“Oh.” Her lips curved into a devious smile. “You want a special dance.” She pushed him back by the shoulders, making him brace himself on his elbows.

“I-“ His thought was cut off by the sight of her breasts in front of his face, heaving with anticipation. He swallowed, suddenly unable to speak.

“You could have just said so,” she crooned, removing her jewelry and setting it aside. She didn’t want it accidentally snagging on something while she gave her husband her best performance of the evening.

Oh, his goofy smile was so endearing. “I thought you said your feet hurt.”

She paused to consider the point. “They do. I guess I forgot. It’s hard to think about anything else with how sexy you are.”

His brows knitted in concern, seemingly unconvinced. “Maybe you shouldn’t do any more dancing tonight.”

She ran her hand over the side of his face. “You’re so cute when you worry. I want to dance for you, mi esposo. No te preocupes.”

He accepted the proposal reluctantly. “But afterwards, I’ll give you a foot massage.”

He really was perfect.

“Deal.” She laughed and backed up. “Now you just sit back and enjoy the show.” She crouched slowly, swiveling her hips seductively along the way, then rose back up.

He was drooling. She hadn’t even taken off her clothes yet and he was drooling.

“Weren’t you the one talking about slowing down?” She asked with a smirk. Unzipping her dress took more concentration than usual, and she wasn’t sure she could blame the alcohol anymore.

“I can’t help myself,” he answered. His eyes dropped to the ground after hearing her dress fall with a thump.

“Lucky for you I can’t either.” She stalked back towards him, now wearing only her underclothes. Her fingers flew through her hair, unbraiding it swiftly. Once she reached the top of the braid, she shook out her newly freed tresses. She preferred to have her hair tied back, but Félix loved her long, unruly hair, saying it was “as wild as she was”. And this was for him. If he wanted her mane, he got it.

His eyes widened at the sight of her approaching him, hair down and barely dressed.

“Was this what you had in mind?” She spun for him slowly, letting him take in the sight of her dancing just for him. She saw his eyes dip to her ass and gave a playful shake.

“I…” He swallowed hard. “I don’t think I have anything in mind anymore.”

“Of course you don’t.” She turned to face him, raising her hands to her hair and intentionally messing it up, knowing it would drive him wild. It didn’t take much; the humidity that had sprung up had already made her normally voluminous curls even bigger. “Not when you’re watching your wife dance just. For. You.” She punctuated each word with a scoop of her hips.

He nodded, mesmerized.

She continued dancing for a bit: gyrating her hips, performing some intricate footwork that she knew would draw his attention right to her ass (he really did love it, even more than her hair). By now he was practically panting, and her underclothes clung to her from the warm, sticky air around them.

He didn’t seem to be faring much better. He drew in ragged breaths, fighting to breathe while confronted with Pepa dancing in a way that would make anyone at church blush and the physical manifestation of how it affected her. Sweat was sticking to him, but he didn’t notice.

Ay, poor Félix. It was time she took pity on him.

She climbed onto the bed, straddling his thick, solid thighs with her own. Staring him down, she moved her hips back; grinding her heat over his briefs where she knew, could feel, how hard he was.

His groan was music to her ears.

She kept going, establishing a mindless rhythm of rolling against him in slow, exaggerated strokes. Her hair was now draped over both of them, and his fingers had snagged in the thicket, tugging on it and making her moan.

“Is this what you wanted?” She panted out, shoving her breasts into his face as she kept grinding on him. It was certainly what she had wanted, judging by the wetness seeping through the flimsy fabric onto his leg.

In lieu of a verbal response, his large hands covered her shoulders and slipped down the straps of her slip, pushing on them until he had exposed her breasts. His hands were drawn to the bare flesh as if by some unknown force and immediately started kneading them gently, unhurriedly.

The rough calluses on his palms brushed against her nipples and her eyes fluttered shut. The two of them stayed like that for some time: Pepa working her hips over his crotch, and Félix treating her breasts to the most exquisite ministrations.

At some point, his mouth had replaced his hands. Sharp bites and smooth licks replaced twists and pinches. She was getting close, she knew, and she didn’t want him to be left out. Her hand reached down between them to palm over his briefs, then snaked inside to finally close around his hardness. He was so hard…

“Pepa,” he murmured around her breast, thrusting into her hand, and not letting up on his motions. “Pepa.”

They were both close. She could feel him pulsing in her hand. He chanted her name like it was a prayer. Almost there…

“Pepa…”

“Pepa…”

“Pepa.” Something had changed in his intonation. It was less reverent, more urgent. Confused, she stilled her hand for a second, but feeling how hard he was convinced her to keep going. Up and down, steady strokes, ugh he was so hard. “Pepa!”

Her eyes flew open to complete darkness. Félix lay next to her, looking at her surprisedly. It must have been the middle of the night. There was no party, no lapdance, yet she could still feel him in her hand. Probably aftershocks from the dream. The wonderfully vivid dream. “Félix,” she breathed out, eyes drooping shut again, wanting to return to their little afterparty; the two of them climbing higher and higher in their pleasure. Just a little more and she would finish him off.

“Pepa.” His voice was strained. His hand shook her shoulder, jolting her awake.

But she didn’t want to go, he felt so good…

“Pepi, amor, wake up.” Why was his voice so weird? Sighing, she opened her eyes and faced him.

“What is it?” She whispered.

“Uh, your hand is…” he pointed down his body.

Her eyes followed the motion, yelping when she realized that her hand had burrowed into his briefs as she slept. No wonder that dream had felt so realistic. “¡Ay!” Instinctively, she yanked it out, missing the way he winced. “Félix, I…” she cast about for an explanation.

“That must have been some dream you were having,” he remarked, sounding amused.

She snorted. “You could say that.” Her chest rose and fell rapidly. She’d been torn away from the dream on the brink of orgasm, and she felt disoriented and aroused.

“That good, huh?” He let out a low whistle. “Now I want to know what you were dreaming about.”

Pepa studied his eyes. They sparkled with curiosity, but there was a fire in them; a low thrum accented by his shallowed breathing and slightly parted lips. “I could tell you,” she began, trailing off as she maneuvered herself out of the confines of her sleeping position. Before he could respond, she swung her leg over him, straddling him as he looked up at her, clearly not expecting that.

“Or,” her hand made its way back into his briefs, encircling his still hard length, “I could show you.”