#no you don't get me that song is in my blood

[creepy--claws]

[● Ok let's do this

1. Bury The Light - Victor Borba

2. Hellfire - Fever 333

3. To Ashes And Blood - Woodkid

4. Wonderlust King - Pryatel Skelet

5. Get Jinxed - Djerv

6. Monopoly Money - Moon Walker

7. Horrible Things - Bobaflex

8. Snakes - Miyavi & PVRIS

9. Benji Cossa - Volcano

10. Fire Inside - Casey Edwards & Victor Borba

I think it's funny that there's all these heavier/faster songs and then just. Volcano. It's been stuck in my head and I accidentally got my mom into it too. It haunts me.

I don't have 10 friends.

@neoneone0 @whatkindname @gyarari-inu-udon @mmmassacre @magicspotatolover @v4mpb0t sorry if you didn't want to be tagged]

thank you @sneaky-ramen for tagging me <3

these are the rules: you gotta shuffle your ‘on repeat’ playlist and then post the first 10 songs, then tag 10 friends so they do the same!

1. DENIAL IS A RIVER by Doechii

2. Party Poison by My Chemical Romance

3. Grace by Florence + The Machine

4. Montreal by Penelope Scott

5. The Steps by HAIM

6. BULLFROG by Doechii

7. To Noise Making (Sing) by Hozier

8. Snow (Hey Oh) by Red Hot Chili Peppers

9. Free Now by Gracie Abrams

10. Sweet Hibiscus Tea by Penelope Scott

tagging @xhinateax @vacicezprvnilavice @namesx @myveusrokko @moss-and-crows @killthefangirl @martinkaklim and anyone who'd like to do this <3

[aunicorn97]

The Winter Palace

okay this is smut. I don't write smut so enter at your own risk. but for sure the first time they smashed is at the winter palace right

She leans against the balcony as Morrigan walks back inside. She’s tired, she’s anxious, she’s not nearly drunk enough to spend any more time there. Rubbing her forehead, she sighs loudly, looking out at the night sky. Someone else is behind her, she nearly deflates. His hand is on her back before she sees him, she relaxes.

“If it were anyone else but you, I think I would’ve jumped.” She says quietly, her head hanging. Solas laughs softly, rubbing her back.

“I’m not surprised to find you out here, thoughts?”

“I… I think it’s finally hitting me.” She starts, his head tilts slightly. “My role, I mean. The influence I have. It’s…” she looks off. “It’s a lot.” He’s behind her, his arms around her waist. She smells the wine on his breath as he speaks.

“It is a lot,” he nuzzles her softly. “The weight you carry is not something I can say I'm envious of.” He leans into her, “but watching you play the game like that and win was…” he kisses her neck, “intoxicating, Aurya.” He turns her to face him, holding on to her. “You are magnificent. I haven’t seen someone play like that since…” he doesn’t continue, just stares at her.

She sees the heat in his eyes, flushed cheeks. The energy radiates off him, electricity, he looks hot to the touch. He’s relaxed, as he gazes at her, more relaxed than she thinks she’s seen him yet. She’s jealous. Her hands toy with his sash, her fingers twisting and smoothing it as she thinks.

“This feels like a temporary victory.”

“There’s much, much more trouble ahead.” He smiles softly at her. “For now, focus on what’s in front of you.” He lets her go, stepping towards the doors as the world around them suddenly fades back into the forefront. The music. “Come, before the band starts playing, would you like to dance with me?” He bows slightly, his hand extended to her. She reaches out and takes it, letting him spin her. She smiles.

“How do you do that?” “Hm?”

“Just keep a level head, through everything.” She leans into him as they dance, his eyes slightly crinkled as he looks down at her.

“Years of practice,” he replies loudly over the music. “I wasn’t always like this. I was more hot blooded, more eager for action.”

“I can’t picture that.”

“I can’t either, now.” He holds tightly to her, spinning her to the music. His hands drift so slightly lower down her back, she almost doesn’t notice, until he squeezes. Her hands tighten their grip on his shoulders as she looks up at him in surprise, but he doesn’t acknowledge it, doesn’t move his hands. They continue dancing.

She listens to his breathing, getting heavier as they continue to move. She looks at his eyes, his nose. His lips. Slightly parted, his tongue flicks out to wet them. She’s staring. He notices. He pulls her closer to him, not saying anything. As the music stops, they stay close, holding each other. Another song starts.

“Would you like to keep dancing?” His face is impossibly close to hers, his tone level, except for something she can’t place. She looks at his lips again, then back up to him.

“No. I don’t want to dance.” They stare at each other a moment as the music picks up. Standing still surrounded by others dancing and swaying around them.

They’re in the servants’ quarters. She can’t even remember getting there. The door closes quietly and a lock clicks. She’s wrapped around him, kissing him, pushing him against the door. She can hear him grunt softly in surprise, but composing himself quickly, hands grabbing her sides, clinging to her. Their lips movie eagerly, his tongue hot against hers as he wastes no more time. He needs to taste her. 

She removes his hat first, eagerly tossing it to the other side of the room. Her hands rest on his chest as she continues kissing him, unwilling to break away from him unless necessary. Her hands work at the belt around his waist. Step by step. The belt falls away, then the sash, then the jacket.

“Why are there so many layers,” she nearly whines. He laughs, loudly, his head leans back, his hands moving to help her as she moves to kiss his neck. Kicking her boots off, she watches him undress as she does herself. Anticipation builds in her stomach, she can’t stop looking at him.

“Patience is a virtue,” he mumbles, his gaze never leaving hers as he undresses.

She’s laying back on one of the servants’ beds as he stands over her, admiring her. She beckons for him. She takes one of his hands, pulling him onto her. Kissing him again. She’s on fire, she thinks. She’s pretty sure he’s ignited her completely. 

His fingers trace down her skin slowly, his lips moving against hers at a pace that shocks her. His tongue can’t seem to stay still as he nearly devours hers. She moans, and that sets his own fire in his stomach. He sits back and grips her thighs tightly, his eyes scanning down her body, resting at her underwear, and the small circle of dampness on them. He sighs heavily, reaching out a single finger to trace the circle.

She watches his slow movements, her impatience bubbling inside of her, she bites her lip and looks at the ceiling. She snaps back to him when she feels his fingers hook in the waistband, and slide them off her in one movement. A quiet sound comes from the back of his throat as he takes her in. 

“Aurya…” He can’t say anything else. He takes a moment. He thinks, assures himself. Once he goes down this path there’s no going back. He’s gotten too close, he’s in too deep. He looks at her, spread out before him. For him. He could still leave, he could save this. Save her from him. Him from her.

“Solas?” Her voice is hoarse, sweet, gentle, for him. She leans up to touch his cheek, bringing him back to her. “There you are.” She smiles. His resolve crumbles, disintegrates.

He moves to kiss her again, pushing her back down. His hand finds her, feeling how soft and wet she is, he groans into her mouth as his hand moves. She’s shaking, moaning happily as he finally touches her. His hand moves firmly against her as he watches her reactions to him. He dips his face down to her chest, his tongue makes small circles around her nipple. She arches, trying to press further into his mouth, into his hand. She wraps her arms around him again, the sounds coming from her making him lose his train of thought.

He moves her thighs apart and moves between them, taking her in again, trying to compose himself. His head is hazy from the sight of her, the smell of her, the wine, everything. His hand moves up her stomach slowly, his thumb rubs over the same nipple that’s slick with his spit. She whimpers, he nearly comes undone.

“You’re being so patient,” he says quietly, smiling as his thumb continues. She groans softly.

“It’s a virtue, I’ve heard.” She smirks as she looks up at him. He’s gripping her thighs, massaging her warm, soft skin. And then he’s inside her. “Oh finally” she nearly cries out, her hips moving to meet his. His grasp on her is firm as he holds her down, shaking his head, laughing. “What’s funny?”

“Nothing…” he says quietly as he thrusts into her, his hands moving up to her breasts again, squeezing and rubbing her as he moves eagerly against her. “You’re so beautiful.” His movements are gentle, meaningful as he lavishes her with his hands, kissing her neck, her jaw, her cheek, the corner of her mouth. The sounds she’s making underneath him making his ears ring, he’s dizzy, and can’t shake it. He’s keeping his pace, anything to keep those sounds coming out of her.

As he kisses her, as he’s deep inside of her, holding her to him, not close enough as he tries to get deeper, it occurs to him. He’s past the point of no return, and he’s taken her with him. He sighs and shakes his head again, trying not to think about another person he’s pulled down farther than he anticipated. Her hands are on his face, she’s bringing him back to her, she looks worried. He kisses her, his pace quickens as she throws her head back onto the pillow, crying out for more.

Watching her under him, around him, here, for him, making him feel like this, making those sounds because of him, is enough. His hands are on the back of her thighs, bringing her legs around his waist as he moves, watching her face, waiting for the moment. The moment he’s been thinking about all night. Her legs lock around him as he continues to drive into her, his breath coming out in short quick bursts. She reaches for him, he leans to meet her for a kiss, she holds him to her. Her tongue in his mouth as he swallows every moan he makes for her, and every gasp she breathes for him.

He can feel her trembling around her, he smiles against her lips, the feeling bringing him closer to his own release. His thumb is circling her slowly as he thrusts, she’s gripping the sheets on the small mattress, looking like she wants to speak but has unfortunately been rendered speechless.

His mouth is back on her nipple, licking and sucking as she whines and moans louder for him, her body moves as close as she can get it to him, his hands around her back as he holds her to him, his mouth works slowly around her breast as she writhes in his arms. Her nails are in his back as her legs tighten around him, she tightens around him as he thrusts slowly, the loud groan from her, the obscenities falling from her mouth as she grips tightly to him.

“I don’t think–” and it takes her by surprise, her whole body tightens, she buries her face in his neck as she groans for him loudly, shivering against him as she comes. He feels her breath as she pants against as he’s holding still, still comfortable inside her, feeling her come undone brings him to his own climax, much more subtle than hers. He almost doesn’t want to miss watching hers as he rides out his own.

He’s kissing her as she still trembles slightly, smiling against her gasping lips. He’s breathless, resting his forehead against her chest as he steadies himself. She pulls him back up to kiss her, she’s smiling, beaming, looking up at him. He rolls on his back, the pair looking up at the ceiling, panting.

Outside they hear the bell ringing again. The Inquisition is officially ready to leave. She sits up quickly, looking at him. She almost jumps out of the bed, throwing her clothes on, her eyes wide, anxious.

“Shit, shit.” She tosses his own clothes at him, he dresses with her, his head finally clear, the sound of the bell almost deafening to them, they know people are searching for them. She scrambles trying to retie her sash, his hands are over hers, he looks at her patiently, tying it for her slowly. She smiles up at him. “There you go again, calm and collected.” He reaches to smooth her hair for her, turning her around to place it up for her, his hands lingering, tracing down her neck slowly, he places a small kiss under her ear.

A knock at the door, they share glances as she shrugs, trying not to laugh. She opens the door to Cullen about to knock again. He looks between the two, then looks down.

“Right… well…” he rubs the back of his neck. “Right. It’s time to go.” He turns quickly, they follow. As they finally leave the palace doors and join the others, everyone’s eyes are on them. She looks down, noticing how visibly disheveled they still both look, she casts a glance to Solas, who is just smiling smugly at them.

“Oh… ew” she hears from Sera, a choked back laugh from Dorian as they walk past them. Aurya waves her hand dismissively, looking at everyone. 

“Well, let’s head out, shall we?”

[little-diable]

Heaven on a hellbound train - Tommy Shelby (smut)

Requested by my love @zablife for my birthday bash celebration. The lyrics are from Noah Derksen's song "Heaven on a hell-bound train". Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader curses Tommy for forgetting about her once again and he is all set on reminding her of their bond, pwp

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected piv, Tommy is a dick, reader is angry, dom!Tommy

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x fem!reader (800 words)

She was seething, angry eyes set on his emotionless features. (Y/n) had her hands pressed to her waist as if she was trying to stop herself from reaching out to strangle her husband. Minutes had ticked by ever since she had stumbled into his office, cursing him for forgetting yet another evening he was supposed to spend with her instead of whatever deal he was currently working on. 

“Go to bed, (y/n), get some sleep, eh?” A humourless laugh left her at his words, taking a step closer so she could almost feel the burn of his cigarette, ashes falling from the cigarette like all the lives he had taken. 

“You think you’ve got it oh so bad, don’t you, Thomas? But let me tell you something, we are all fucking struggling here. It don't matter if you're standing in the rain, we're all trying to get to heaven on a hell-bound train.” His piercing eyes found hers again, allowing her a glimpse of the emotions he was fighting against. With a deep sigh leaving her, she rounded his table to come to a halt right in front of him. “I just want to spend some time with my husband, is that so wrong of me?”

The cigarette was left to burn out in his ashtray as Tommy reached for her, pulling (y/n) into his lap before his lips found hers. He tasted of alcohol, of cigarettes, and of unshed blood, while she tasted of home and a sweetness he had never been deserving of, “Is that what you want? A fuck?”

“I want whatever you’re willing to give me, Thomas. But I won’t accept you forgetting about me, my life is too short to give my time to a husband who barely knows what his own bedroom looks like.” His lips found hers again to successfully shut her up, knowing that this wouldn’t be the last time they’d speak about this. But for tonight Tommy couldn’t deal with any of it, of all those emotions he found himself distracted by. (Y/n) clung to him as he rose to his feet, carrying her to the small couch to place her down on it, fingers already working on her dress to shuffle it up to her waist. 

“This will be a quick fuck, a reminder that I love my own fucking wife more than anything else, you hear me?” His hand found her face, squishing her cheeks to draw nothing but a whine out of her. Tommy didn’t need much time to rip her undergarments down her legs, exposing her aching cunt to his dangerous eyes. For a moment, his touch was sweet almost, fingers brushing over her soft skin to feel her arousal. 

It had been a fleeting moment, ripped apart by Tommy letting go of her. (Y/n) watched him free his cock, knowing better than to reach for him, at least not tonight. He spat down on his cock, pumping himself a few times before brushing his tip through her folds. At that very moment, she could recognise the man she had once married, buried under darkening layers ready to swallow all of him. 

“Look at me, convince yourself of the love you fear I no longer feel for you.” The words had a mean undertone, something (y/n) tried to drown out as he sank into her. Tommy pushed all of himself inside of her, burying his cock in her tightness with a heavy groan. Even though he couldn’t put it into words, she knew that he had missed being close to her just as much, cursing himself for being this distracted. 

Just like Tommy had promised, it was anything but a slow fuck, it was fuelled by their need, by the ticking clock, and the desperate ache for an orgasm. His hips met hers with every thrust, set on leaving bruises she could cling to like a wordless promise, bruises similar to the scratches she left on the back of his neck, close to drawing blood. 

“God, Tommy,” she sobbed her words, struggling to keep looking at him while he fucked her closer to the edge. It was ironic, praising the man she had cursed minutes ago, all because he was finally touching her again, making it feel like a drug pushing through her system after staying away from it for too long. 

“Cum for me, show me how good I’m making you feel.” (Y/n) came seconds later. Her walls clenched his cock, giving him the needed push to follow her down the edge, letting go with a groan before he kissed her breathless. 

“It would help us both if you finally believed how much I love you.”

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

ok I have a fun (I hope) prompt: if you were creating a jukebox musical about Taylor, which songs of hers would you use and in what order / aligned with what beats of the story? could be a musical about her whole life, or a slice of life, or focused on one element of her life and work, whatever you think would be most fun / interesting. 🤓

Oh SHIT anon this is SUCH a good question!!!!! Truly elite. And one which I will in no way do justice for!!!!!

I think instead of basing it on Taylor's life, I'm gonna base it on a fictional story a la Mamma Mia, because I think it's easier that way... So let's say it's a story about a girl trying to find her place in the world 😉 who has to leave her hometown to pursue some bigger dreams of hers 😉 but ends up back where she belongs 😉

(Some of these have different characters singing other than the lead lol)

Our Song

A Place in the World

Hey Stephen

Fearless

Sparks Fly

Superman

Welcome To New York

ME!

New Romantics

The Lucky One

Dorothea

I Did Something Bad

Mad Woman

Bad Blood

Closure

Nothing New

Back To December

I Can Do It With A Broken Heart

You're On Your Own Kid

How You Get The Girl

So High School

Bejeweled

Karma

ME! Reprise Because you have to finish a musical with a big glittery number that doesn't necessarily work thematically but makes the audience go FUCK YEAH and sing along to a standing ovation lol. (Shoutout to me getting last minute tickets to see Sister Act in the West End last summer lol.)

OK so my thinking is like: A girl (or guy! lol we're gn here) in a small town with big dreams of the big stage has a crush on a friend who ends up being her sweetheart, but she ends up moving to the big city to find her big break, leaving the sweetheart back home to pine for them and move on without them. She is up for a big role but then somehow (lol we don't need to specify) her rival tries to sabotage her and they have some sort of inexplicable dance-off rumble because Theatre. Then she realizes she misses her One True Love back home (who is also as we know pining for her) and just when she thinks she's lost them forever, they show up in the Big City to make a Grand Gesture and then everybody lives happily ever after because THEATAH.

Do you see the vision is this appropriately cheesy are we running a money laundering scheme yet

[h0estar]

are you mentally stable or do you still listen to hero too

[deathricedrawn]

i'm ready to try

[vaggieslefteye]

HELL'S GREATEST DAD ↳ from Hazbin Hotel Season One (2024): 1x05 - "Dad Beat Dad"

[theinfinitedivides]

Sonakshi one shot take for Tilasmi Bahein. Sonakshi one shot take for Tilasmi Bahein God pls just give me one chance with her that's all i want one honest chance i swear i'll be so good to her—

[toaster-fire-art]

been drawing an obscene amount of these two as school eats me alive but hey! I got a job on my uni campus so I am so happy I get to quit my miserable one. This is now my little treat in celebration.

[sysig]

Bad time of it, all things considered (Patreon)

[gingerbreadmonsters]

its so important to me that you know how much ive already cried over this wip and its literally only been two days

[shardminds]

still alive i promise!!! wip wednesday time :)

Lucien pushed the sheet of her hair behind her ear but Feyre couldn’t look at him, couldn’t lift her eyes from the milky skin where her tattoo should be, couldn’t help but tense against the urge to curl her palms to fists. “Despite the performance with Hyburn, you’re still mated, aren’t you."

Not a question.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

actually look at those pieces of seeming red confetti on the floor off the stage platforms (that area of the floor is clear in other pictures i.e. not like a permanent venue design) like maybe bloodsong of love Does throw blood at the audience in the celebratory everybody gathers together in a rush of Song like the christmas extravaganza doing that throwing handfuls of snow at the peak of Baby Please Come Home

[whimsicalcotton]

i'm late as fuck but The Rise and Fall of a Midwest Princess has a fucking chokehold on me rn

[outlying-hyppocrate]

positively despising how my consistent personality is leaving me and how i resort to such strange lies

[snowshinobi]

it's like Moose Blood said. I will try to make this better but I can't promise that