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[helenvader]

Stills from trailer 2 + Tonight Show clip.

The subject is predictable, for I, too am predictable. :)

[lazylittledragon]

happy gay month :3

[bagsyy]

ONLY FOOLS RUSH IN

warnings! 18+ mdni, fem!reader, oral (m receiving), slight throatfucking/overstim if you squint, cum swallowing, lovesick atsumu. 1.6k words not proofread at all because if i look at it again i’ll throw up. happy birthday atsumu<3

atsumu’s brain has felt hazy for a while now. he couldn’t exactly pinpoint when it had started though. he didn’t have the mental fortitude to. he’s not sure if it began when he saw a glimpse of you getting ready in the bathroom. you were sitting atop the counter wearing one of his shirts as you curled your eyelashes. you pretended to scold him for daring to look at you before the wedding.

“it’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding, dummy. if we ever get divorced it’s gonna be your fault” you say, hitting the tube of mascara against the heel of your palm.

“want me to piss with my eyes closed?” atsumu snaps his head at you. “i’m not that talented, baby.”

“you know what? i think i’m actually getting cold feet. maybe we shouldn’t get married.” atsumu is silent for a moment before he leans back and pokes his head through the crack in the door. “really? they seemed pretty warm to me when you were beggin me to book the next flight here. ‘i just wanna get married, tsumu! i don’t wanna wait! i’ll marry you right now.’” he mocks you in a high-pitched voice.

“that is not what i sound like! can you save the theatrics for when you’re not actively pissing?” you side eye him, unable to prevent yourself from letting out a soft laugh. “m’trying to get ready, atsumu. i don’t wanna look ugly when we get married in front of an elvis impersonator.”

“sweetheart, we both know that’s impossible” atsumu says as he walks to the sink next to where you’re sat atop the bathroom counter. “you tryin to look good for another man? you’re killin me” atsumu’s honey colored eyes lock with yours, and you swear he’s never looked more lovesick in his life.

it was only after that, he decided, that you were really killing him.

it was his idea to do a “first look” in the hotel room before the two of you left to get hitched. his argument was that a lot of people get married in las vegas, what if he loses you in the crowd and he accidentally marries the wrong person because he can’t remember the dress you were wearing?

your phone is propped up on the window, hidden from atsumu’s view but still in the perfect position to capture this moment. the two of you are standing back to back, and you can feel him getting antsy as he clenches and unclenches his hands, fiddling with the sleeves of his suit. it’s cute, really, how soft atsumu gets when he’s with you. his heart never ceases to pound every time you take his hand in yours and squeeze it three times. when you kiss the crease between his furrowed eyebrows when his stress is visibly consuming him. when it’s 3 in the morning and you can’t sleep, so you softly whisper atsumu’s name until he wakes up and you beg him to stay up with you so you have someone to talk to.

“okay. we turn around on three.” you reach behind you, searching for atsumu’s hand with your own. his fingers intertwine with yours as he gives your hand a gentle squeeze, feeling the absolute rock on your left hand brush against his knuckles. “one, two, three” you turn around to face each other, and atsumu looks like he’s about to pass out. the two of you are completely unable to form any coherent thoughts, just softly laughing in shock as you take each other in.

atsumu looks handsome as ever, messy blonde hair styled into something more neat and presentable. he looks like a husband, you think to yourself. you imagine a day where the two of you are sat out on your front porch, watching the sun setting over the horizon as soft beams of light glimmer on the laugh lines and crows feet adorning atsumu’s face. and you swear you’ll love him then just as much as you do right now.

atsumu smoothes his hands over his suit jacket. “damn baby, i’m feelin a little underdressed next to you.” you don’t miss how his voice quivers ever so slightly. “you didn’t tell me you were gonna look this gorgeous.”

your hand is still in his, and he lifts your arm up to get a better look at you. your dress is simple, satin, knee length with a slight v-neckline. it’s not the most intricate dress, but it’s timeless. elegant. you’re wearing a simple gold necklace, one that atsumu gave you, that sits pretty on your collarbones. his favorite part about your entire getup is, by far, your veil. it’s secured to your hair with a pretty white bow and stops just a little bit past your shoulders. atsumu wipes the smallest tear from the corner of his eyes and sniffles a little bit before pulling you into him, wrapping his arms around you. in typical atsumu fashion, his hand slides down to grab a handful of your ass and you jump in surprise. “c’mon let’s make you a miya” atsumu grins.

the next two hours are a complete blur. you were all satin and soft skin, and atsumu felt like he was going to pass out at any given moment. he hardly remembers anything, really. he’s extremely grateful that you found a chapel that included a recording of the ceremony in the cost, because the only thing he can remember at this very moment is the man in the pink suit and aviator glasses telling him to kiss his bride. he’s been ready to marry you for nearly as long as he’s loved you, and there was nothing else going on inside his little brain besides making you his wife.

but now, here in this hotel room, he’s sure he’s been lobotomized.

“atsumu” you pout as you pull away from his cock, resting your head against his toned thigh. “you’re gonna rip my veil.” your hand squeezes his sensitive tip, demanding his attention.

“shit, shit baby m’sorry. just tryin to hold it for you” he throws his head back into the pillow, upset by the sudden loss of warmth from your mouth. “i’ll buy you another one just—please. please baby” he whines. “what kinda wife would leave me hangin like that?” he peers down at you, grinning ever so slightly. it’s amazing how he still manages to be cocky when you have him like this.

“what kind of husband-” you pause, softly nipping his inner thigh, placing a feather light kiss on it as an apology, “-rips his wife’s veil because he can’t keep still when his dick is in her mouth?”

“said m’sorry” he whines, throwing one of his arms over his eyes. you place more kisses along his inner thigh, slowly making your way back to his cock. you kiss the base of his shaft, trailing all the way up to his leaky tip. it jumps with every single kiss. “do something. please, angel.”

you give in, lightly licking the underside of his dick before taking him into your mouth. you hollow your cheeks around him and he bucks into you, fat tip hitting the back of your throat. atsumu groans as you swallow around him. you try your best not to gag, but atsumu is too fucking big. no matter how many times you’ve done this, it still takes you a second to become fully accustomed to him.

“god damn baby, shit” atsumu’s lower abdomen begins to twitch as you continue to bob your head. “so pretty. y’look so pretty with my cock in your mouth. so fuckin’ messy.” and he’s right. between the heated makeout session that led up to this and the sheer amount of spit that’s on atsumu’s dick, what’s left of your crimson red lipstick is smeared all over the both of your faces, on his thighs, near the base of his cock. and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

your hand left hand strokes what can’t fit in your mouth as you continue to swipe your tongue on the underside of his fat pink tip, and your right hand moves to cup his balls. he looks so fucking pretty like this. you can feel yourself getting wetter and wetter with every pretty sound your husband makes. you moan around him, and his hand grips your hair (and veil) just a little bit tighter. atsumu is whimpering at this point, face beet red as he looks down at you.

“gonna make me cum. please make me cum. you gonna swallow, pretty girl?”

you let out a soft hum, giving him an unspoken “yes.” he doesn’t last much longer after that, spilling his seed into your mouth with a deep groan. he moans your name and babbles something about how much he loves his pretty wife, how you’re so perfect, so good for him. you swallow everything he gives you, and you kiss his tip as you take him out of your mouth. not being able to resist the urge, you start to jerk him off, and he lets out a choked sob.

“okay, okay. s’enough. it’s enough baby, fuck” he tugs on his blonde hair, back arching.

“oh? is it, though?” you coo at him, admiring the way he looks right now. he constantly does the same shit to you, eating you out until your legs lock and you can’t stop shaking. but when he’s the one on the receiving end, he’s far whinier.

atsumu grabs you by your wrist and pulls you on top of him before you can overstimulate him any further. you yelp as you fall onto his chest, placing your head on his shoulder. “wanna kiss my wife now” he pouts, tilting his head to kiss you. he can taste himself on your tongue and it makes him sigh into your mouth. he runs his fingers down your back, tracing the curvature of your spine. “that was some of your best work, mrs. miya.”

[elfieafterdark]

The locked tomb truly is the dark souls of dark sapphic fiction.

[skitskatdacat63]

Pictures that fuel the 007 vettonso au that exists in my head(for now)

Also go listen to "You Know My Name", and think of Vettonso while doing so because I think it is SOOOOOO them coded(but also f1 in general tbh.) And also if you've seen Casino Royale, hey, remember that chair scene? >:)

[sofiaruelle]

Missed out on doing art studies last Sunday. So making up for it by making measurement diagrams for the class module. 😂

[maybeher0]

team "something horrible happened to me after my loved one unknowingly gifted me an incredibly cursed mirror that might be a gate to another world"

[purplelea]

I think one of the best new years' resolutions to take is to play the video game neo: the world ends with you (2021) which is currently 50% off on steam

[russell-crowe]

not to be the town's clown but i am saving money for a working visa for next summer because i want to work in australia summer '24 😎✨

[katzenkarussell]

I cracked when I saw the card on sale at Kleinanzeigen 😅

[trobeds]

babe wake up new layout just dropped

[aetherose]

Me sitting here with my motif and character types biases like 'Wow. For better or worse I am incredibly predictable'.

[clambuoyance]

[Lovesquare Au]

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I watched the mlb movie and caught up w the show so I got au brainrot again 💀 My first post was more silly and had smaller snippets but somehow I got carried away and ended up drawing a lot more than the first time around. I’ll post it in parts tho so I don’t overload one post 🙏

In short, Tim -> likes Conner…but is fond of Superboy? Kon -> likes Robin, but has gotten to know Tim a lot better.

And the timeline/world for this au is a big mishmash of 90s comics/ROTS movie/TT03/2000s comics and headcanons, so in summary for backstory for this post especially:

Superboy - during Superman’s death, he was created at Cadmus (w funding from Lex) and told he was Superman’s clone, even if he is a lot younger and different. Like the comics/my headcanon, he is fascinated by the celebrity life and Lex who promised him he’d be as great as Superman, assigned him Rex Leech who would be his personal agent/pr manager/etc. Lex was kind of like…his funder and sponsor that promoted him as the guy that would give new hope in Supermans absence.

Flash forward to Superman’s return, he decides to go on a world tour/become disillusioned with celebrity life until Clark comes and takes him to the farm and suggests he lives as Conner Kent to get away from the likes of people like Lex and Rex lol. So he’s not connected to them by contract anymore but he will do things out of obligation (like being a bodyguard at a party)

In this au, Lex doesn’t know Conner is Superboy either, and he hasn’t told Kon to what extent he was involved in Kon’s creation (yet…) but he’s hinted at it before

Tim - in this au, he’s also been operating as Robin for a longer time but is recently dealing with also becoming Tim Drake-Wayne and preparing to become the possible successor to Bruce Wayne’s company so that’s why he’s at this fancy party 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️ I haven’t quite decided how much of his backstory to adapt to this au specifically but he becomes Robin in a similar way as his debut with becoming Robin bc he sees that Batman is lost without one and Batman needs a Robin. By the time this au starts he’s gone to different schools and I guess is going to a new one where Conner is also attending? Also his parents are now dead in this 😔 and he’s very secretive compared to Superboy and is the one that attaches more weight to a secret identity

they somehow go to the same school idk don’t worry about it i throw logic out the window in this regard for my silly lovesquare shenanigans 🫡 the World building isn’t the main focus it’s just a backdrop to their dynamic anyways . Here. Take my cringe.

[onlyancunin]

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Today's batch is sponsored by all the reblogs & comments under the previous part, I am absolutely floored with the response. I read every single one, including the tags, and picked a few I liked.

It was something created on a whim, I thought long and hard if I should even post it, so thank you all the more for accepting my brainrot.

If you have more ideas and/or suggestions for the next batch - for Astarion or anyone else - let me know!

[tarantulas4davey]

don’t mind if i do (hi jac ilysm ur a saint. everyone go read saf’s addition it’s so fucking good.) @to-be-a-dreamer

so i just. at one point we talked about the idea that race would want al to be his second in command. and i. he. al would be so fucking UPSET with him at this. like bro is Not Happy. and it’s. the problem is not particularly that albert isn’t responsible enough to keep them safe, fed, warm, and looked after. he’d be pretty good at it if there wasn’t any other options. it’s that he hates it. he hates being the person people turn to, hates having to school his expression and throw the train back on the tracks, hates the idea that if a kid starves or freezes it’s his fault. he loves race, more than anything, but this is truly his worst fucking nightmare.

al is. idk he loves being a newsie and he loves the boys but he has. this partially incurable block in his brain when considering he is anything more than. the youngest dasilva. he has been The Little Brother for so long he’s truly terrible at having any sort of title or spotlight. and even when he wasn’t The Little Brother, he’s surrounded by BIG personalities. race’s boy. finch’s best friend. a kid that helps jack out. he’s always been something in relation to someone else, but if he’s second in command, that’s His Own Thing. then he’s albert, the one that keeps the manhattan boys alive. and he doesn’t like it, doesn’t need the recognition, would do it if he could stay anonymous. race can handle the pressure of attention, albert can’t. and he HATES the strain that him being unable to help race the way race wants him to puts on him, on them. hates the persona race puts on to be a leader, hates the way they’re not quite comfortable anymore, but he just. he can’t.

and just like. idk i have to build on the idea of al watching race shift and change for the sake of gaining and keeping respect that the boys refuse to acknowledge he’s earned cause of. his dynamic with them before. it’s just. al doesn’t like responsible race. he loves race, loves him like he loves air and water and sunlight. but responsible race isn’t his race. shoulders heavy with grief and strain, eyes with shadows like bruises around them, too thin and constantly freezing. jack didn’t die, but race doesn’t have him to lean on anymore, and he misses him. bone deep type misses him. race isn’t a blur of energy, not anymore, almost stoic like jack used to get, mouth that used to perpetually have a smile tucked into it pressed straight and stern. his laugh is too watered down, distant, like his brain is a lightyear away from here. al can count his ribs through his shirt, knows he frets more than he sleeps, knows he wakes up gasping for air when he finally DOES drift off because he’s not just dealing with every single kid in the lodging house, he’s doing it without having jack for the first time since he was a tiny kid. albert doesn’t like the change, cause it doesn’t feel like a change from one thing to another. it feels like a decay, like the rotting of something, the withering of the boy he loves. but he can’t help, and that just makes it worse.

just. al is supposed to be the angry one. he idles at 75, ready to rev up and jump into a fight at the drop of a hat. i just. albert’s angry. he’s BEEN angry. the kid has a shit dad and shit brothers and a boyfriend in a time he can be killed for it. he’s the one that rants on the fire escape when they can’t sleep, race throwing jokes up at him while he paces. race is easy, a slow stream, gentle and calm and cool and consistent. but when jack leaves and everyone follows, that water gets blocked up. increases pressure, overfills, builds into a roar, and it’s unlike anything albert’s ever seen. he’s not scared of race, he never could be, but he’s scared for what it means. scared for what all of this is doing to the boy he fell for. scared he’s making it harder. and i just. just. over time, race reeling in the anger. the rage. not strictly for albert’s benefit - albert could’ve handled all his rage and more, if race would have let him - but for race’s, too. it’s easier to act nonchalant. like it’s a joke. like circumstances don’t make him want to scream his throat bloody and raw. but once the pressure builds, the rage does too, until it has nowhere to go but out. and nobody else is safe enough to spew it at, not anymore. it used to be jack’s job, dealing with race’s anger. listening to the stuff he couldn’t bear to keep on the inside anymore, listen to him parrot some of albert’s words and choke out even more of his own. albert’s the only one left that he trusts to not shatter completely under the force of it. but race isn’t just angry, he’s petty. he’s cruel without meaning to be, and angry enough to forget he’ll regret it. it leaves them freefalling for awhile, but that doesn’t mean they don’t keep falling and catch eachother on a ledge eventually.

but just. i. i think race is FAR too stubborn and just a little bit too proud to admit he regrets something, even if he said it angry and too mean. he’s good with words, will apologize well when he comes to his senses, but it takes far longer than you’d expect for him to rangle it back in and actually do that. especially the shit he would say to albert. i just. i want him to say something mean. petty is a gentle way to describe it, him saying the type of thing you say, not even cause you really think it, but because it’s occurred to you that when you say it to them, it’ll hurt. and then he’ll be too ashamed and stubborn and afraid to apologize, to acknowledge it, and it gets impossibly worse cause now he doesn’t have al AND everyone can see it, too. and for days, maybe even weeks, the hurt is sharp enough to keep albert away.

and a la saf’s post, he gets fucking CHEWED OUT by mush in front of god and everybody. it fuckin hurts race. the barb is painful, lethal, but he’s the leader, even when he’s being a dick and someone calls him on it. so he grits his teeth against the tears and he glares and there’s this brief moment where he fully considers telling them to get out. if he wasn’t so close to crying that his throat is tight, too choked with tears to spit anything out through his teeth, he probably would’ve. and then he’s HORRIFIED, because under no circumstances, ever, does he turn away a kid, and these are his friends, boys he’s seen lose baby teeth and sprain ankles and lay out on the road in the pouring rain cause it was coming down too hard to sell any papers. he’s DEVASTATED, too, because he’s finally realized what he did to albert, how he made him feel, and is hit in the same second by the fact albert didn’t do what he almost did. albert didn’t throw anything nasty back in his face. but race is in charge of all these kids, needs them to respect him, and he’s hurtling towards crumbling into a sobbing mess in front of about half of them, staring with bated breath at him like they’re waiting for the pin to drop, and so he does the only thing he can remember jack doing in a situation like this, trapped in a face off with a bunch of people. race turns on his heel, just this side of hyperventilating, and he runs. he’s always been jack’s brother, after all, hasn’t he?

and when he runs, he doesn’t stop until he gets to the sheepshead, and - like jac said - right into spot. and i just. race has a lot of things that he needs to get in order. truly, his priority really should be the lodging house, but it’s too fresh and raw and he doesn’t know what he’ll say yet, needs al to help him figure it out. and he feels like more of an idiot than spot tells him he is, and she’s not exactly nice about it, cause this whole leadership thing isn’t going very well in general but all he can seem to do when she listens to him ramble is loop back around to albert. he’s trying to be subtle, to make it more general, but it’s the catalyst for everything else. letting the anger and the pressure get to him enough that he was so mean to al meant that he lost every outlet, and THATS how he ended up in this situation. and so when spot, with her wide, perceptive eyes and stern face he couldn’t dream of copying just tilts her chin back towards manhattan with a raise of her eyebrows and a quiet “quit being an idiot. fix it with him, then figure the rest out.” all he can do is stare for a moment, this time with a place to go instead of just a place to get away from.

and just as an aside, the thing that i am obsessed with is the separation. spot isn’t in race’s borough, he has no reason to think she knows anything, but she’s perceptive. sure, not EVERYONE knows about him and al, but she certainly does. she’s smarter than most and knows what to look for. and it catches him off guard, the idea that someone else separates al from the pack the way he does. that someone who doesn’t REALLY know him, not like jack or finch, under his skin and muscles and bones down to the soul, would know it would take fucking up both. would know that there was a both to fuck up in the first place, that al wasn’t in the crowd that made him flee in the first place. idk i just. spot who’s strength is seeing what others don’t. who uses that strength to protect her people, to scare away outsiders, and to help people like race, who fall somewhere between the two. i just. i think it’s enough of a shock to startle race’s addled brain like cold water, get him moving again, stop the burn of shame and self pity long enough to shove him into action, regardless of what the action ends up being. (he goes and finds albert in an absolutely questionable and dangerous move but it turns out ok and it’s not Perfect but al kisses him back so. he’s just gotta prove to himself he can keep it together long enough to fix it.)

i could absolutely keep going but i’ve already written a novella so uh. that’s all, folks!

ok so i was talking to @to-be-a-dreamer @tarantulas4davey and @carpe-diem-since-1899 about racetrack things the other day and i just thought i would dump some of those thoughts here bc i am So invested in this weird little guy

anyway i just ,, i have a lot of feelings abt jack passing the newsies onto racer once he ages out.

i feel like. charlie is the next choice, but charlie in my eyes is the same age as- if not older than- jack; if jack hadn’t been the leader of the newsboys, it definitely would have been charlie, but jack is the one who took the reins. (this age hc is mostly because of west endsies ngl.) anyway! moving on

jack and charlie have always been a team. charlie is definitely jack’s second in terms of always being there, but race is his second in terms of business- it only makes sense for race to take over when jack is gone, and i just,, i love the concept of race either not really wanting that or not really knowing how to handle that. i think, at his core, race is trying to hold onto whatever youth he has left. its why he’s always cracking jokes, despite how jaded and angry he is under the surface. he pretends not to care or else he’ll crack under the pressure, and when he cracks, it’s angry. it’s mean. his bark is as bad as his bite. so he puts on this front- this childish, snarky, comedic relief front- and he’s terrified of the implications of Being The Leader because he feels like he’ll no longer have that front to hold onto or hide behind. and it takes him a long time, i think, to realize that he doesn’t have to be exactly who Jack was- he can lead the newsboys how he sees fit, he doesn’t need to be a carbon copy of jack, because they’re fundamentally so different. and i think that is just very fun

but more on the anger, because i think it’s an interesting take that is very much represented in West Endsies- as @roideny and @jack-kellys have pointed out before:

i’m interested in the other newsies- especially albert, finch, and maybe spot- seeing that sadness and strain and anger that seems to be taking it’s place as his dominant trait. yeah. bc i think,, i think race is angry at his core, like i said. angry at his position in all of this. angry that jack left, that charlie followed, that davey was never staying in the first place, that spot still thinks of him as a kid instead of a new leader, that other burrough leaders don’t take him seriously because they know him as the jokester. angry that these kids are his kids now, and angry that his kids are still starving, still walking holes in their shoes, still shivering at night and still dying of sickness when the cold weather hits too hard. i want this race to be fucking pissed and i want everyone else to be caught off guard by it.

because, let’s be real, jack wasn’t the roughest leader. he was strong, and dependable, and not afraid to put kids in their place, but he’s still nurturing and parental. after years of being used to that, i think the newsies would struggle with Race for a while, especially as race tries to figure out his leadership style, and i think a lot of that would manifest in this anger that has been bubbling up under the surface for ages- the anger he never lets anyone see because he doesn’t want that.

race has spent anywhere from 5 to 10 years- depending on when you headcanon him to join the newsies- being the funny guy, the clown, the joker; if he’s going to earn respect, he’s going to have to take it from a few kids. lashing out and being brash- all for the sake of keeping everyone safe, of course- but he’s such a different leader than jack, and i think it would be SO fun to explore that more in post-canon works.

i feel like this post is a little disjointed and i may not be explaining things correctly, plus i haven’t actually seen west endsies yet! a lot of this is based on convos with the besties and i am just having brainrot. besties, feel free to jump in with any additions, and anyone reading this: feel free to send asks or talk in the tags <33

[nitw]

my favorite thing is when a piece of media (usually one that delves heavily into philosophical themes) has some kinda Collection Of Concepts TM that are memorable and unique in their presentation to whatever they're from but can easily be applied to unrelated things if you're brainrotted enough

in case that doesn't make any sense this post is sponsored by the disco elysium skills, the magnus archives entities, and the project moon abnormalities