#mind blow ik

[danvsblogging]

This opinion will probably get me dragged and hanged in the black christmas fandom but i can't be the only one who thinks billy would be atleast a little bit ugly. Could be projecting on like half of these but i think he has acne. I think hes got a bit of facial hair. I think hes a bit chubby. I think his hair is greasy. I think hes got a big nose. And i LOVE him for that. Y'all have GOT to stop making slashers way too conventionally attractive i am SERIOUS on this. Not everybody has to be a twinkified dumbed-down version of themself to be hot.

[akkivee]

it might be a little too early to say this, but so far, we’ve had elements from manga only developments play out in this round of drama tracks; in the bb track saburo and jiro hear out and take responsibility for different sides of an argument, which happens in bbmtc➕ chapter 8, and rio maybe has to stop his old team from attacking chuuoku in the mtc drama, the main issue in bbmtc chapter 7

so maybe fp and mtr will have similar plots that lowkey stem from the manga only stuff 🤔

[disaster-j]

Taking the plunge and starting yellowjackets

[prettyboykatsuki]

what do you mean

its just ??? unusual to me that so many are SO bad in bed. like having sex is not easy necessarily but the amount of nonsense i hear is sooo baffling to me it feels unnatural. like u fr suck THAT BAD?? its like horror stories never end from my straight friends 😭😭 but these are men who supposedly fuck regularly too ?!!

[eddiesjeandiovest]

@stevebabey’s steve x reader fics are the only ones I can read fr bc so many people mischaracterize steve and make him into this weird over-sexualized dude who is quite frankly so bad at dirty talking and is just hypermasculine and icky whereas ruby always makes steve into this caring, quick-witted, versatile character that feels v akin to steve’s real personality and feels much more organic

[butchbonezz]

fun fact: sex workers are human beings with emotions.

[d1ology]

i think ppl forget kars is noy actually a philosophy guy hes a grindset guy. also dpnt forget pucci s a literal priest

[ex-vespidae]

i hate when i see something cute and im like awwww whats this from and then its like GENSHIN and its like. no.

[phagodyke]

man I think I fucked uuuuppppp a little 😭

[saturnniidae]

The 'look at my x boy' and 'because of woke' jokes r low-key kind of uncomfortable when coming from white people but I don't wanna get into arguments beneath me so I just look at them like this..

[eruukat]

in el terms i have recently* replayed kotor but im missing bastila so bad. and cutscene comps for kotor SUCK the last time i went looking for tattooine clips, op slaughtered all of the tusken raiders just to get some czerka credits WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YUO so anyway methinks ill have to replay it myself. or something.

*translation: like 3 years ago

[bookendsguy]

niche dream blunt rotation. i love that thru these songs we can feel the fun and self exploration that was really really there. and to know ones own musical abilities this well? damn....... i love it so much. ughhahshdbf too many thoughts todayyy

[hecate-fem]

I’ve discovered the key to calming the fuck down sometimes is eating a breakfast bar

[saintobio]

the biker's book club, feat. l&ds sylus.

pairings. sylus, fem!reader genre. fluff, smut, biker au, 18+ tags. petnames (kitten), unprotected sex, spitting, hair-pulling, consensual filming, creampie, dirty talk, possessiveness, violence, slight yandere themes, impregnation notes. ik he’s probably into cafe racers but the sportbike enthusiast in me thinks biker!sylus is the m*tthew w*ods of l&ds, booktok/biketok girlies iykyk

𓆩♡𓆪 biker!sylus who collects liter bikes like they’re toys; he’d usually get rid of them as soon as he gets bored, but his current favs are his black & red edition fireblade, m1000rr, and superleggera v4.

𓆩♡𓆪 biker!sylus who got famous on booktok overnight after posting a video of him riding his bike through the tunnel with a half-buttoned shirt. the view offered a peek on his toned chest and abs, leaving the rest to an innocent girl’s imagination. the comments on that post are wild, and the views went up to 2 mil in a day.

𓆩♡𓆪 biker!sylus who broke numerous girls’ hearts literally a day after that post, revealing that he already has a backpack (you) and that his sunset and midnight rides are exclusively booked for his girlfriend.

𓆩♡𓆪 biker!sylus who eventually taught you how to ride your own bike, gifting you a white N400 on your birthday—a bike he calls “too slow” for him, but is actually fast enough for a beginner like you.

𓆩♡𓆪 biker!sylus who once chased a car for nearly rear-ending you on a red-light. as soon as he saw how the car almost hit you from behind, the loud and chilling roar of his bike bolted you in surprise as he accelerated to chase after the car, breaking the asshole’s side mirror, and teaching him a ‘lesson’.

𓆩♡𓆪 biker!sylus who always keeps a possessive eye on you, always riding within his acceptable distance because the last time he allowed you to ride ahead of him, some guy on a Ford 150 tried to ask for your number, calling you a hot biker girl he hopes to have a ‘good time’ with. that didn’t end well for the poor guy, because the interaction was cut short when sylus revved his bike, lane splitting between you and the car, and running over the guy’s outstretched arm along the way. he might’ve broken a bone or two, who knows?

𓆩♡𓆪 biker!sylus who owns a springfield .45 gun, and claims he has no problems shooting another guy’s head if they dared touch even a single strand of your hair. he’s a very territorial individual and would not think twice on committing a crime if it meant protecting what’s his.

𓆩♡𓆪 biker!sylus who’s hated by his neighbors, both because of how loud his bike gets in the morning, and how loud his girl can get during the evening. he doesn’t care though, because the sound of your moans were actually music to his hears. he swears he has to hear them every night or he won’t be able to sleep well.

𓆩♡𓆪 biker!sylus who gets very kissy and touchy whenever you two arrive at home, unable to keep his hands to himself while you’re still parking your bike beside his. his lips would go straight to your neck, placing feathered kisses on your skin, tickling you with his warm breath as he tells you, “you know you’re mine, right?” of course you’d say you’re his. and he always follows up with a reminder, “good, because i’d kill any son of a bitch who tries to steal you from me.”

𓆩♡𓆪 biker!sylus who loves to fuck you raw, rough, and fast. he always had you gripping on the sheets, or scratching his back, or screaming out his name in a salacious escape to release your earth-shattering, mind-blowing orgasm. he always had your legs shaking, your body twitching, your breasts bouncing with each slam as he doesn’t stop pounding into you even after you came. he adores the sight of your beautiful, begging face each time he buries his hardened cock inside of your sweet, sweet pussy. “my kitten’s being too needy, huh?” he’d whisper to your ear before meeting your hips with another satisfying thrust. “always a slut for me.”

𓆩♡𓆪 biker!sylus who likes to spit on your mouth, pull your hair, and slap your bum. they’re some of his many kinks, and he can get nastier if he wants to, but he’d often say he’d rather save the best on your wedding night.

𓆩♡𓆪 biker!sylus who enjoys filming your extremely erotic moments together, claiming that he needed to revisit those videos for when he misses you. his favorite content seems to be when he’s cumming inside of you, shooting every drop of his thick seed straight through your womb. kitten, you’re so tight, he’d think to himself. he goes even crazier for the view whenever he pulls out and sees his own semen dripping out of your swollen entrance.

𓆩♡𓆪 biker!sylus who makes you breakfast the next morning after a long, passionate night. he always seems to cook the perfect pancakes, like he had specifically mastered the skill after you told him that pancakes were your favorite choice for breakfast.

𓆩♡𓆪 biker!sylus who proudly displays you on social media, and bluntly rejects every girl who’d leave thirsty comments on his posts. he gets a little too sassy for their liking, but he doesn’t really give a damn about hurting another girl’s feelings if it were to protect yours.

𓆩♡𓆪 biker!sylus who lets you ‘break’ his masculine ego by allowing you to paint his nails, give him skin care, or place cute, tiny, heart-shaped clips all over his hair whenever you were in the mood to. he’d just stare at you the whole time, amused at how you’d treat him like your own ken doll.

𓆩♡𓆪 biker!sylus whose immediate response when you told him you’re pregnant was “do you think it’s a baby girl?” there was no ounce of surprise in his eyes, no scintilla of worry at the thought of being an unexpected father, clearly, because he should already see it coming especially with how sexually active you two are. he really wants a baby girl, too. and a boy next. so while you were nearly horrified at seeing your positive pregnancy test thinking he’d ask you to terminate it, his calm and loving reaction to your unexpected baby was what made you realize that there was nothing else you could ever want in a man.

𓆩♡𓆪 biker!sylus who, on the very next day, asked you to try and test start your bike because he thinks something’s ‘wrong’ with it. you hurried to check your bike, of course. little did you know, the keychain strapped onto your key had been replaced, now with a new, embroidered keychain bearing the words, “marry me?”

[seo-m-e]

there were ASL interpreters for the magic show at the ren fair i went to on saturday

[bruthaewwwww]

Jealousy

ik i spelled that wrong idc

3.1kwords

Azzi and Paige had always been the ultimate duo. On the court, they were unstoppable. Off the court, they were inseparable — two best friends who shared everything: victories, defeats, dreams, and laughter. People always assumed they were more than friends, but they weren’t. They were just... close. Azzi had always believed it was simple, that there was no complication between them.

But tonight, things felt different.

It was a Friday evening, and after a brutal week of practices, Azzi, Paige, and their friends were heading to one of the hottest clubs in the city to blow off some steam. The club was already packed with energy as they walked through the door, the lights flashing in sync with the thumping bass, people dancing, and drinks flowing freely.

Paige, as always, was a natural in any crowd. Her tall, striking presence never went unnoticed. She was wearing a sleek black leather jacket, dark skinny jeans, and boots that seemed to draw everyone's eyes. Azzi, on the other hand, kept it simple with a fitted shirt and jeans, her short hair styled in a way that made her look effortlessly cool. But she was content to stand a little more on the sidelines, surveying the scene, while Paige soaked in all the attention.

It wasn’t that Azzi didn’t enjoy the attention her best friend got — Paige was beautiful, confident, and had a presence that commanded any room she entered. It was just… sometimes, Azzi couldn't help but feel something shift inside her when other people noticed how amazing Paige was. Tonight, that feeling was much stronger than usual.

As they approached the bar, Paige quickly grabbed a drink and leaned against the counter, laughing at something one of their friends said. Azzi, standing beside her, tried not to let her mind wander. She was just about to take a sip of her own drink when a woman approached them.

The woman was tall, with dark hair and a confident smile. She eyed Paige for a moment before turning to her with a bold grin.

“Hey, I couldn’t help but notice you,” the woman said, her voice smooth and direct. “You’re stunning.”

Paige smiled in return, unfazed, as she always was with compliments. “Thank you, I appreciate that,” she replied, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

Azzi, who had been watching the interaction out of the corner of her eye, felt a tightening in her chest. What is this? She tried to ignore the sinking feeling in her stomach, but it was impossible to shake. The woman wasn’t just being friendly — she was flirting, and Paige, oblivious as always, was enjoying it.

Azzi took a step back, her grip on her drink tightening as the woman continued talking to Paige. "You play basketball, right?" the woman asked, leaning in a little closer.

Paige nodded, flashing a playful smile. "Yeah, that's me."

The woman smirked, her eyes lingering on Paige a little too long. “I bet you’re just as dangerous on the court as you are off it.” She let out a laugh, which, to Azzi, sounded a little too flirtatious.

Azzi could feel her heart rate picking up, the jealousy creeping in before she could stop it. She knew they were just friends. She knew that. But seeing someone so openly hitting on Paige — seeing Paige smile, her eyes twinkling with amusement — sent a pang of something she didn’t want to name through her chest.

For a brief moment, Azzi considered stepping in, saying something to make the woman back off. She hated how possessive that thought felt, how much her mind was telling her to assert her place. But instead, she stayed silent, her eyes flicking from the woman to Paige.

“Hey, uh, can I get another round?” Azzi interrupted, her voice slightly sharper than she meant it to be.

Paige glanced at her, raising an eyebrow, as though she hadn’t noticed Azzi’s tension. “Sure, I’ll come with you,” she said, flashing the woman another smile before following Azzi to the bar.

Once they were standing away from the crowd, Azzi could feel the weight of the silence between them. She didn’t know what was worse — the fact that Paige didn’t seem to notice what had just happened or the fact that Azzi was trying to ignore the burning jealousy inside her.

“What was that about?” Paige asked casually, her voice light. She was already back to her usual, carefree self. “That girl was totally hitting on me.”

Azzi could feel a slight blush creeping up her neck, but she forced her gaze to stay steady. “I don’t know. She was a little too… forward.”

Paige chuckled, tipping her head back. “That’s nothing new, Az. I get hit on all the time.”

Azzi nodded, trying to sound casual, but something in her tone was off. “I know. I just don’t like when people don’t get the message.”

Paige looked at her, puzzled. “What message?”

Azzi didn’t respond immediately. She couldn’t. The words she wanted to say, the feelings she didn’t want to acknowledge, were all trapped inside. She wanted to tell Paige that it wasn’t just about the flirting — it was the way people looked at Paige, like they could have her so easily. It was the way she made everyone feel like they were special. And Azzi? She felt like she was invisible. It was silly, she knew. But she couldn’t help it.

Paige, sensing the tension, put a hand on Azzi’s shoulder. “Hey, it’s cool. I don’t care about that. I’ve got you, right?”

The reassurance should have made Azzi feel better, but it only made her feel worse. The truth was, she didn’t want to just be the person who was always there for Paige. She wanted more than that. She wanted to be the one Paige chose. The one Paige cared about in that way. But how could she say that without ruining everything?

Instead, Azzi forced a smile, trying to brush off the feelings that had suddenly taken root. “Yeah, you’re right. I just don’t like people stepping over boundaries, you know?”

Paige nodded, a soft smile on her face. “I get it. Don’t worry, I’m not interested in anyone else.”

Azzi’s heart skipped a beat, but she quickly masked it with a sarcastic laugh. “Yeah, well, I guess that’s good to hear.”

It wasn’t until later in the night when Azzi realized how hard she’d been trying to pretend. They were dancing with their friends, the music pumping around them, but Azzi couldn’t stop glancing over at Paige. She was laughing, surrounded by people, completely unaware of how much Azzi’s heart was torn in two. She’s just your friend, Azzi reminded herself, but the jealousy wouldn’t go away.

Finally, as they left the club and the cool night air hit their faces, Paige looped her arm through Azzi’s.

“You okay?” she asked, her voice soft, as though sensing something was off.

Azzi smiled, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired.”

Paige nodded and leaned her head on Azzi’s shoulder as they walked toward the car. The closeness of their bodies made Azzi’s heart flutter in a way she couldn’t explain, and suddenly, everything felt more complicated than it ever had before.

“I’m glad you came out with me tonight,” Paige said, her voice sincere. “You know I always have fun with you.”

Azzi nodded, trying not to show how much the words affected her. “Yeah. Me too.”

As they climbed into the car, Azzi couldn’t shake the feeling that things were changing between them. Maybe it was just the jealousy that had surfaced tonight, or maybe it was something deeper — something that, until now, Azzi had been too afraid to acknowledge.

But as the night ended and they drove home, she couldn’t help but wonder if there would ever be a time when Paige would see her in the same way. The feeling of wanting to be more than just friends was growing stronger every day.

And Azzi didn’t know how much longer she could hide it.

The drive back to the dorms was quieter than usual. Azzi sat in the passenger seat, her mind swirling with emotions she didn’t know how to deal with. The night had been fun, but the moment Paige smiled at that girl — the way she laughed, the way she was so effortlessly beautiful and confident — had shaken something deep inside her. Azzi had always told herself it was nothing, that she was just protective of her best friend. But tonight, she realized that the feelings ran deeper than friendship.

They arrived at the dorms and parked in the lot. Azzi barely said a word as they both got out of the car, walking in silence toward the building. Paige, who had been trying to gauge Azzi’s mood, finally broke the quiet as they reached the door.

“Hey, I know you’re upset,” Paige said, her voice soft but concerned. “Are you okay? You’ve been off all night.”

Azzi gave a small, forced smile. "I’m fine. Just tired, I guess. It’s been a long night."

Paige frowned, not buying it for a second. “No, you're not. I can tell when something’s bothering you. Come on, let’s talk.”

Azzi hesitated, unsure if she wanted to open up. But the words had been building up inside her all night, and now that they were alone in the quiet of the dorm hallway, they started spilling out before she could stop them.

“I’m not fine,” Azzi admitted, her voice quieter than usual. She stopped walking, her back to Paige as she leaned against the wall, her eyes looking down at her shoes. “I don’t know what’s going on with me. I’ve been… I’ve been feeling things tonight that I don’t know how to explain.”

Paige stood still for a moment, then gently stepped closer to Azzi, resting a hand on her shoulder. “You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

Azzi turned slightly, her eyes meeting Paige’s. The weight of the moment hung in the air between them, something unspoken, something raw.

“It’s not that simple,” Azzi murmured. She swallowed, trying to find the right words, but they were tangled in her chest. “The truth is, Paige… I’m jealous. And I hate it. I hate feeling like this.”

Paige’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. “Jealous? About what?”

Azzi bit her lip, suddenly nervous about what she was about to say. “I know it’s stupid. But when that girl was flirting with you tonight… I just couldn’t stop feeling like I wanted to be the one who had your attention. And then it hit me… that I don’t just want to be your best friend, Paige. I love you. I’ve always loved you, but I’ve been too afraid to admit it, even to myself. I’ve never felt like this before, and it scares me. I can’t stand seeing you with someone else, even if we’re not dating. And it’s driving me crazy.”

There was a heavy silence as Azzi finished speaking, the words hanging in the air between them. Her heart was pounding in her chest, a mix of relief and dread. She’d said it. The thing she’d been hiding for so long.

Paige stood there for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Azzi’s chest tightened. She suddenly wished she could take back everything she had just said. Maybe Paige didn’t feel the same. Maybe this would ruin everything.

But then, Paige stepped forward, closing the distance between them. She reached up, cupping Azzi’s face gently in her hands, her thumbs brushing over Azzi’s cheek in a tender, soothing motion.

“I’ve been waiting for you to say that,” Paige confessed softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve been feeling the same way for a while now, Azzi. But I didn’t know if you’d feel the same, and I didn’t want to risk ruining our friendship. But… I love you too.”

Azzi blinked in disbelief, her heart soaring as the words sank in. “You… you love me?”

Paige smiled, a small, nervous but genuine smile, and nodded. “Yeah. I’ve loved you for a long time, but I didn’t know how to tell you. You’re everything to me, Azzi.”

Azzi’s breath caught in her throat as Paige’s words wrapped around her, warmth flooding her chest. All the uncertainty, the jealousy, the fear — it all melted away in that moment.

Before Azzi could respond, Paige leaned in slowly, her lips brushing against Azzi’s in a soft, tentative kiss. It was gentle at first, as if both of them were testing the waters, unsure of how to move forward, but then the kiss deepened, the connection between them undeniable. Azzi kissed her back with a passion that had been building for so long, everything falling into place. The world outside of them disappeared.

When they finally pulled away, their foreheads rested together, both of them smiling breathlessly.

“I can’t believe we’re here,” Azzi whispered, still in awe.

Paige laughed softly, her hands still resting on Azzi’s face. “Me neither. But I’m glad we are.”

Azzi smiled, her heart light for the first time that night. “So… now what?”

Paige grinned, her eyes twinkling. “Now we take it one step at a time. Together.”

Azzi nodded, feeling a sense of peace settle over her. She had been afraid of what this would mean, afraid of losing what they had, but now she realized there was nothing to be afraid of. They had always been there for each other, and this was just the next chapter in their story.

As they walked hand-in-hand to their dorm rooms, Azzi’s heart felt full in a way it never had before. She didn’t need to know the future. All she needed was Paige — the girl who had always been by her side, now standing with her in a way neither of them had expected.

And Azzi and Paige stood there in the hallway of their dorm, hearts racing, bodies still buzzing from their first kiss. The adrenaline of the moment hadn't quite worn off, and the air around them felt charged, like something deeper and more intense was just beginning to unfold between them.

Paige’s lips were still a breath away from Azzi’s, their faces so close they could feel each other's warmth, the rhythm of each other’s breathing syncing. The tension was palpable.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted this," Paige whispered, her voice low and filled with something raw and dangerous.

Azzi’s heart skipped a beat. The words hit her like a jolt of electricity. Wanted this? Azzi’s body felt like it was on fire, her thoughts a blur as she struggled to keep her composure. But the way Paige looked at her, eyes dark and heavy with desire, made her breath catch.

“I want you, Azzi,” Paige’s voice was almost a growl now, dangerous and magnetic. “I’ve wanted you from the moment we met. But I held back because… well, because we were always just ‘friends,’ right? But now that we’re here, now that you’ve said it... I can’t stop.”

Azzi could barely think straight. Her body was acting on its own now, her hands reaching up to grab the collar of Paige’s jacket, pulling her closer, her mouth crashing into Paige’s with a fierceness that surprised even her.

Paige’s hands slid down Azzi’s back, gripping her hips with a possessiveness that made Azzi shiver. She could feel the heat radiating off of Paige, her pulse hammering in her ears as their kiss deepened, more urgent now, as though both of them had been holding back for too long.

When they finally broke apart for air, both of them were breathing heavily. Azzi's lips were swollen, her mind a swirl of lust, confusion, and exhilaration. She looked at Paige, eyes searching, desperate to understand what this was now.

"Paige... what are we doing?" Azzi asked, her voice thick with the desire she couldn’t quite control.

Paige smirked, a devilish glint in her eyes. "What do you think we’re doing, Azzi?" she asked, her hand moving slowly down Azzi’s side, fingers brushing dangerously close to the waistband of her jeans.

Azzi’s breath caught in her throat, and before she knew it, she was stepping back, her back against the cold dorm wall, trapped between it and Paige. Her body was screaming for more, but part of her still held on to the familiar. Part of her wasn’t sure if this was real.

But Paige wasn’t giving her the chance to back out. She pressed her body up against Azzi’s, her lips trailing down her neck, nipping lightly at the sensitive skin. Every touch felt electrified, sending jolts of heat straight to Azzi’s core.

Azzi let out a breathy moan, her hands gripping Paige’s shoulders. “Paige… I—” she started, but the words died in her throat as Paige’s lips found that sweet spot on her neck that made her head spin.

“No more talking,” Paige murmured, her voice low and dangerous. She lifted her head just enough to meet Azzi’s eyes, and what she saw in Paige’s gaze made her pulse race.

“Are you sure?” Azzi asked, her voice shaky. She needed confirmation, needed to know that this wasn’t just some wild, impulsive moment. That it wasn’t just the heat of the moment.

Paige’s lips curled into a slow, sultry smile. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” she said, her voice dripping with lust and certainty.

With a growl of frustration, Azzi pulled Paige’s face back to hers, their lips meeting again with a hunger that neither of them had expected. Azzi’s hands slid up to the back of Paige’s neck, pulling her closer as their bodies pressed together.

Time seemed to stop. It was just the two of them now — nothing else mattered.

Azzi’s hands roamed down to Paige’s hips, pulling her flush against her. The feeling of Paige’s body against hers, the heat of her skin, the way their bodies moved in sync — it was intoxicating. Every touch, every kiss felt like a drug, and Azzi was addicted.

"Take it off," Azzi whispered, her voice husky. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, and she didn’t want to hold back any longer. She needed Paige, needed to feel her completely.

Paige didn’t hesitate. She pulled off her jacket, tossing it to the floor, then reached for Azzi’s shirt, her fingers trembling with desire. Azzi quickly shed her own clothes, her hands shaking, as though this was the only thing in the world that made sense

for the first time, Azzi knew it was only the beginning.