#my darlin

[kaighoul]

im going to eat him

[elvispresleywife]

Ideas!

Ok guys so I have an idea!!

I'm thinking I'm going to write a mini Elvis X Reader fiction once I reach 100 followers. This by the way DOES NOT mean I will be writing fanfiction from now on it's just a fun little thing I thought I'd do and who knows what the future may bring! However, tell your friends anyone to follow me if you want this to happen please!! (Hope that doesn't sound too desperate😂😂💗)

Love you all!!

[tadbitsickchickwithadick]

Polyamory isn't about sticking it to the people staring. It's not about parents' acceptance. It's not about cheating or sneaking around. It's not even about the sex, not that that's not a bonus.

It's about reminding each other to take our meds. It's about breaking bread with metamours. It's about sharing special interests on long car rides. It's about learning about your lovers' love for their partners.

It's about retying her dress while our gf melts at the sweetness. It's about the way they both helped me stay ambulatory. It's about tag team compliments. It's about the way that little girl excitedly looked between the three of us, her eyes fixing on each of our clasped hands.

It's about support, and love, and living.

[toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account]

"But what will you do without new shows to watch during the strike?" babygirl I have at least fifteen half-watched shows and at least fifty shows I Meant To Watch But Didn't under my belt. I have Chronic Put Something On My List And Never Watch It Syndrome. any one of my queues on any one of those streaming services is full of forgotten dreams

[ashthefrogmonarch]

// I am tasting myself in the mouth of the sun.//

[zevrra]

—come here, darlin’.

synopsis: You could make plenty of bad choices on your own but throw a little alcohol in the mix and you might just make a really, really bad(good) decision. Everyone knew Joel but you would like to know him a little more on a personal scale.

tags: 21(+), mdni, slight nsfw, some suggestive content, tw for mention of alcohol/drinking, tw for being drunk, joel miller x fem!reader, 1k words, one-night stand, short & sweet

creator notes: part 2 is out now!

You had no idea how long he had been watching you but you certainly could feel his gaze now. It crawls over your body like a summer’s heat; from your neck to your shoulders, down your back, your legs and back up. Not that you minded his hungry gaze. To be honest, you had also been watching him, watching how every muscle strained beneath that cotton shirt of his, staring hungrily at the smooth expanse of skin displayed due to the first button of his shirt coming undone.

Both of you were drunk by now, had to be, so if something were to happen later you could easily blame everything on the alcohol. Ordering another drink wasn’t one of your brightest ideas, but you did it anyway, needed a little more confidence for what you hoped was going to happen tonight.

The bar was packed. Live music rattled so loudly you could feel the vibrations under your feet, feel the tune of the music beat to your pulse. It was thrilling, stimulating the alcohol in your system to make some pretty bad decisions. But you don’t have too, not when Joel Miller is leaning on the bar beside you with a whiskey in his hands and a drunk red streak across his face. Alcohol was rarely served but tonight was someone’s birthday or another so you took every opportunity to drink anything and everything in sight. And somehow, in your drunken stupor, you had managed to snag Joel into some light conversation. You talked, laughed, drank, brushed hands, laughed some more, until you were both five or so drinks in.

That’s when his eyes started to do the talking.

He didn’t have to say out loud what he wanted, and you assumed he wouldn’t. Alcohol or not, you would've guessed he’d probably never take the opportunity to ask you to go home with him, would just quietly stare and watch you with that hungry gaze of his until you both parted for the night and he’d regret it in the morning.

You wouldn’t let him leave tonight though.

“Joel,” You hum softly as you lean closer to him, appearing to be reaching for a napkin to close the distance between you two. Getting closer to him so no one else could hear you speak. “Let’s leave.”

Joel takes a sip of his whiskey, swirling the liquid around in his glass as he debates what to do. It was a pretty terrible idea; a man twice your age? A well respected man within the community who knew everyone and everyone knew him, who was fooling around? Not to mention he had not been intimate with anyone for a very long time…

Definitely a bad idea.

“My place. Leave a few minutes after I do.” Joel finally responds in a hushed tone, speaking directly into your ear. His words were slurred but that didn’t lessen the shiver of excitement that ran down your spine. He shoots back his whiskey then, all in one go, before he pushes himself up off the bar. His steps are slightly sluggish but he manages to make his way towards the door. And you watch out of the corner of your eye as he goes. While he says his goodbyes to the usual people you see hanging around with him; you play with the edge of the napkin you had reached for moments ago.

Hearing the door open and close upon Joel’s exit, you do as he instructs. Waiting for a few, agonizingly long minutes before setting your now finished drink down. Saying your own goodbyes to the few people you knew, claiming to be turning in for the night, before you exit the bar in Joel’s cooling footsteps. Yet, instead of going home and to bed like you should, you make your way to Joel’s place instead.

It’s a bit of a blur when his house comes into view. The small white mailbox greets you before you enter his property, following the front porch light as it illuminates like a beacon in the pitch black darkness of night. You’re not but two steps from his front door when the wooden door swings wide open Joel opens the door before you even get the chance to knock. And before you can utter a word of greeting, he drags you inside, flicking off the porch light in the process.

He smells heavily of liquor and the fresh scent of firewood as he takes you into his grasp, one hand falling onto your waist while the other settles on your neck. Gently, he turns your chin up to meet his lips, forcing you backwards until your back meets the front door as he kisses you.

Instinctively, your arms wrap around his broad shoulders, pulling him closer as you stand slightly up onto your tippy toes to get a better reach. You taste the liquor on his tongue. Can feel the burn of the whiskey on your lips. He tasted just as intoxicating as the real thing. While he kisses a little sloppier than you expected, you could blame the alcohol for that. Regardless, the kiss is hot and heavy. It churns a roaring fire inside your stomach and makes you far nerdier for him than alcohol could ever.

He breaks the kiss then, brushing his beard along your jaw as he moves to kissing at your throat. He groans against your skin as he inhales your scent. The hand on your waist moves to push under the shirt you’re wearing and you eagerly take it off for him. Once the fabric is above your head it’s tossed to the ground, long forgotten. Joel’s hand now runs over your torso— up from your waist and across your stomach, sending shivers up and down your entire body. He moves a rough palm across your bra, causing you to gasp. Eagerly he presses his lips once again at the base of your throat before moving to capture your lips. Where he pours in every ounce of passion and lust he can manage before suddenly breaking away. And it leaves you chasing after him, wanting, yearning for more of his taste.

“Ya sure about this?” Joel whispers against your lips, practically kissing you with every word he speaks. “I’m not exactly a young man anymore.” He adds shyly. It makes you want him even more if that was possible at this point.

You chuckle, licking the taste of him off your lips. Instead of responding right away, you move your hands across the front of his chest now, reaching to slowly start unbuttoning the green shirt he wears. God he looked so good in that shirt, but you knew he’d look better without it at all. “I want you, right here, right now Joel.” You respond finally in an attempt to settle his mind.

And that’s all he needs to hear.

[rainingcatsandjune]

the sleepy bbs :3 sam sleeping with a shifted darlin :3

at this point i feel like i should just tag her SHES BEEN GIVING ME ALL THE IDEAS RAHHFJKSDFHGKJF thank you @nicnebula for indoctrinating introducing me to redactedverse my motivation to draw has gone through the roof AND THANK FOR THIS IDEA ITS SO SWEET AAAAAAAAAAAA

bit messier but i gotta fix my perfectionism somehow so here you go :0

[frenchfry99]

📺 Turn on your TV or you'll miss the chance to hear from the neighborhood's cheeriest bug! ☀

In her part of the show, she'd teach kids all different kinds of facts about the weather, why it is like this and what should they do, like how to tell it's gonna rain, sometimes would do little geography lessons which she sure knows a lot about!

Would most definitely advertise various stuff from Howdy's shop that would be useful for the weather she's telling about, like "a new neat umbrella and rain boots for the gloomy soggy days" or "a refreshing cold drink to help with the summer heat!"

You could call Daria quite the fashionista, she likes to pick her attire matching the weather, both in matters of style and comfort. She always makes sure that her neighbors are dressed according to the temperature and etc too, so for example, she better not catch you without your scarf when it's freezing outside- (would give you a lecture why you should wear one and will put her own on you lol)

(most of her outfits are made by my other oc Sunny, a shy tailor who's not big on very chatty and loud people, but him and Daria somehow get along really well!)

Definitely owns a ton of different sunglasses too, it's nearly impossible to see Daria without them.

Daria got into the neighborhood by a storm. Dragonflies are undeniably great at flying but not even they can always predict what they'll get into on their way! But don't worry, she got into trustworthy hands (or wings?-) of neighborhood's mail-bird Sean Gull, could it be love at first sight-

She's transfem, pan and polyamorous

Being overly energetic, Daria sometimes bumps into other neighbors , just not noticing they're standing in the way while she's deep in thought. Would be pretty apologetic if she makes them fall- It'd take her some time to remember where she was heading to too..

She'd also oftenly appear as a star guest at the regular human weather forecast or some scientific geography TV programs :D

(I'll prolly add up more info later as my burnout passes, have a lil doodle of her human ver instead lol)

[us3rnam3-r3dact3d]

random shaw pack / solaire headcanons? 👁👁

-🦀

Anything for you my friend!

Shaw Pack first I think

David sleeps better with fewer nightmares when the whole pack is near. He sleeps like a baby when they’re all traveling together. It just soothes something in him to know that everybody he loves is there and safe.

Angel gets called “little alpha” sometimes as a joke but like… it’s not a joke. When David and Asher were sleeping off the inversion, Angel was running that shit like the navy and Nobody questioned it.

Milo, Sweetheart, and Angel are all perfectly reasonable heights, but because everybody else in the stupid pack is so large, they look small by comparison.

Babe is an introvert, and get tired fast when they’re in large groups. They tend to hide in the kitchen with David during large pack gatherings, where the two of them sit in absolute silence and cook together. They barely actually talk to each other, but they both consider the other to be one of their closest friends.

Darlin’ still has nightmares about Quinn. It often results in them thrashing and striking out to get him away. They rarely ever wake up from them, and Sam refuses to reveal to them that he has to hold them while they happen to that they don’t hurt themself or him.

And now Solaire’s!!

William is very passionate about literacy. He grew up in a time when only very certain groups had access to education, and when he was able to access it himself, it changed the way he thought and lived his life. He uses a portion of his tremendous wealth to sponsor literacy programs all across the USA.

Porter struggles to accept non sexual intimacy, even though it’s his favorite type. Before meeting Treasure, he’d only been touched out of violence or lust. When they run their fingers through his hair and sleep on his chest or hold his hand, it’s revolutionary for him, but it makes the damaged thing in his chest squirm.

Vincent gets his nails done bi-weekly. It’s usually just a clear coat and a cuticle trim, but sometimes he goes a little crazy with the colors. He matches his nails to his outfits for Summits.

[nemesyaaa]

NO BC SHIRTLESS RUDY PANKOW + NECKLACE + SLIGHT MUSTACHE ?? SAY NO MORE, I NEED HIM.

the sookie sookie part, i soaked my panties rn

[tadbitsickchickwithadick]

I was just reminded that today is valentine's so:

🌈obligatory fuck amatonormativity 🌈

rb to kiss your friends square on the lips

[dawnofiight]

Okokokok Shaw and DAMN Crew as YouTubers or influencers idfk

Right off the bat,, David would be a cooking channel.

Asher seems like he would do those trolling videos that are pretty harmless and not like fucking "hahah i fucked your mom and now I'm your step dad"

DO YALL KNOW THAT LADY ON YOUTUBE AND INSTAGRAM THAT DOES SHORTS WHERE LIKE SHE HELPS YOU DRESS THINGS? That's Milo.

Also do yall know that chick that can make any ugly outfit cute? That's sweetheart

Baabe is giving rage game enthusiast.

Angel ofc would do animal crossing and Minecraft. Angelcraft.. if you will.

Darlin.. hm.. y'know what wouldn't it be silly if darlin played the horror games. DARLIN' PLAY SECURITY BREACH RIGHT THIS SECOND.

And Sam is too old.

HUXLEY WOULD DO A "how to take care of certain plants" channel and sure I would never tune it but you bet your right buttcheek Damien is the first like ,, first comment ,, first subscriber combo

Damien babe idk do golfing videos like the true uggo you are.

"How to be the best person in _" that's him.

Gavin after being a vlogger

Lasko after having a podcast with FL ft. Darlin'

Since I found out Xavier is rich I think he would be a "day in my life" type videos once every 5 years.

Here's a crack pair Amanda and Dear .. the beauty community summed up. I'm sorry you're not gonna convince me that Dear ISNT the most beautiful specimen to be created. It ain't. Happening.

[redactahoe]

It is complete!1!!!11

Enjoy the homo’s tm

Tag list:

@righteous-r0de0 @quinncollinsandvega

[oodliedoodlies]

Trollstopia doodles…

Added a BIT of sparkle to some of these designs…

Just wait till you guys see my redesigned synth 🤭🤭

[sweetashblog]

Darlin: If you got tased, would it hurt?

Lovely: … do you have a taser on hand?

Vincent: WE ARE NOT TESTING THAT

[sams-darlin]

darlin having a nightmare about quinn for the first time in years, filled with flashbacks and cruel words and feeling his hands on their body again.

darlin waking up in a cold sweat, panting and unable to tell flashback from real life. rushing off to the bathroom as quietly as possible as not to disturb sam with their oncoming panic attack.

darlin struggling to walk straight from the dizziness and closing the bathroom door without locking it, keeping a barrier between them and sam but letting him in easily if they needed him. if? they do. they do need him. but they won’t admit to it. they’ve never needed anyone why should that change now? maybe they should’ve locked the door.

darlin curling up on the bathroom floor and letting the panic attack set in, wondering how this could still be affecting them. they’ve moved on, or at least they thought they had, he was out of their life they could finally breathe he wasn’t looming over them every day so why, WHY was this happening now???

sam waking up from the feeling of his mates panic and the lack of feeling them next to him, hearing nothing but their rapid breathing and pounding heart as he got out of bed looking for them.

sam locating them in the bathroom and knocking, asking if everything’s okay but opening the door when he doesn’t get an answer. them curling up in fear, their blurred vision and flashbacks causing them to not see sam standing over them, but quinn.

sam rushing to sit by their side, careful as not to touch them while they’re scared, while repeating “it’s me, it’s me, its sam. i’m here baby what’s wrong?” darlins eyes widening as they try to focus on who’s really there, and them pulling his arm to them as they recognize it’s him.

sam swallowing them up in his arms, cradling them and squeezing them tight to ground them, rocking them back and forth saying “breathe, breathe darlin it’s okay, it’s okay i’ve got you now. you’re safe now i promise. i’m right here.”

darlin sobbing into his neck, seeking the comfort as they try to calm down, apologizing over and over saying they thought the nightmares were gone they though that he was gone. he reminds them that they don’t need to apologize for still being impacted by trauma they endured and that healing from it is never linear.

its like as he said, they’re safe now, he’s got them.

he’ll always be there to catch them, no matter how hard the fall.