#prove your love

[darling-chris]

I wanna be right where you are,

So why don’t you send for me baby

by the nearest star?

[angelunderheaven]

Taylor Dayne, 1989

[duranduratulsa]

On the turntable today...

Fame Original Motion Picture Soundtrack (1980)

All Time Greatest Hits & More 1959 - 1965 by The Drifters (1988)

Wild Thing by Tone Loc (1988) (12" Single)

The More I See You by Chris Montez (1966)

Prove Your Love by Taylor Dayne (1987) (12" Single)

#fame #thedrifters #greatesthitsandmore #1959to1965 #thedriftersgreatesthitsandmore1959to1965 #toneloc #wildthing #chrismontez #TheMoreIseeYou #taylordayne #ProveYourLove #records #album #lp #12inch ##12inchvinyl #vinylrecords #vinyl #50s #60s #80s

[raurquiz]

#otd @taylordayne #taylordayne #tellittomyheart #inthedarkness #dontrushme #proveyourlove #doyouwantitrightnow #carryyourheart #wantads #wheredoesthatboyhangout #uponthejourneysend #vinilo #vinyl @aristarecords @Albumism @soundstoryuk

[ozskob]

While the lead single Tell It To My Heart hit # 10 in Oz, the other singles didn't fair as well on the Oz charts, due to this the album only hit #53. Thing would fair better for Taylor with the release of her follow up album Can't Fight Fate. Tell It To My Heart #10 Prove Your Love #30 I'll Always Love You #86 Don't Rush Me #73

[simonbrain]

love the idea of reader just trying to fuck all her stress out with a random at the bar before returning back to her mundane life, and simon deciding he's going to keep her instead 🙂‍↕️

the prick doesn't budge when you try to kick him out; instead, he drags you back into bed and works his mouth to loosen you up again, and now you've forgotten why you were trying to haul his ass out of your home.

(you attempted to sound stern while telling him to get out of your house, but he merely chuckled, the sound so raspy and condescending that it stroked a heat within you that you thought was sated last night.

"this is our home. now get your arse back in bed, i'm fuckin' hungry.")

you had to really fist at his hair to pull him off of you, and that only turned him on if the deep groan rumbling out of him was anything to go by—you swear his tongue sunk deeper inside you. he only relented so he could fuck you dumb in the shower after, leaving you with trembling legs and feeling more dirty than clean (atta girl, don't you waste any of tha'—keep it all in).

you blink, and now suddenly you're seated as he spoon-feeds you a nice, hearty breakfast, huffing something like messy girl when toast crumbs get all over your face and the wooden table.

words can't express how flustered you are; you're too stunned to even continue telling the big man who's now feeding you scrambled eggs that he needs to leave. all you feel like you're capable of doing is opening your mouth to accept another spoonful, ignoring the ache you feel between your thighs when you catch his heavy stare and hear a low hum of approval.

then he's leaving (and it's not because of your nagging), muttering something about having to work those mutts to the bone today, all while you're trying to make sense of what's happening. he gives you a sloppy kiss to silence your questions and exasperation, one that makes you feel hot all over and almost melt into a puddle had it not been for the firm grip he had on your ass.

he licks his lips when he pulls back, eyes darting to where your shirt just barely covers where he'd rather be all day than having to go and train recruits. he stares for an uncomfortably long time and before you can speak up, face growing a little hot from the tension, he's turning around to finally leave.

before the door shuts, he says, "be a good girl, ay? see you tonight, birdie."

you're left with your thoughts and feelings of dread and anxiety. there definitely isn't any underlying interest or anything; the freak has fucked your brain out of your head, that's all. you're sure he didn't even mean it anyway. maybe. hopefully.

a drop of his come rolls down your thigh, and arousal shame burns through you. since when did you let one-night stands finish in you?

(your so-called one-night stand came home hungry and pissed, so worked up that he dragged you over to the nearest surface and played with you for a good hour. by the time you had half the mind to tell him about the dinner in the oven—your eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets at how much money he had sent you for groceries earlier, nevermind how he got ahold of your account details—he grunted and finally gave your poor pussy a break, scarred mug all slick and flushed.)

good luck when he takes you to meet his mates at the bar a week later, the same bar you brought him home from; the comments from them make you wish a hole in the ground would just swallow you right up.

"pretty thing ye caught, lt," johnny grins, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. he's a bit over the top, ogles your chest too hard, but overall he's... alright. you'd probably notice how perverted he really was if you actually looked at him longer than a few fleeting glances, but his stare is kind of unnerving.

kyle—perfection personified—hums in agreement, a warm smile on his face that puts you at ease. somehow you don't pick up on the ulterior motive behind his gaze running over your body, eyes roaming over your chest more discreetly than johnny but just as appreciative. "pretty indeed. you don't mind sharing, do you ghost?" kyle teases, pretty eyes glancing over at simon, who only huffs at that and shakes his head (much to your confusion).

who the fuck is ghost? you only know big guy and simon.

there's a deep chuckle and your focus flits over to the man seated in front of you, captain john price. if you thought simon was scary, john's a man who demands respect and attention just by being in his presence. "you chose the wrong dog to bring home," john hums, voice deep and gravelly and making you shamefully squeeze your thighs together.

"but that's alright, sweetheart. you have three others now, yeah?" the purr that comes out of his mouth is sinful, and when you nod and stammer out a yes, sir as if you were one of his soldiers and not the sweet girl that simon has brought to his captain, looking for approval of his newest toy, he only smiles.

simon's hand squeezes your thigh underneath the table, trailing upwards, and you're slowly understanding what it is that you've gotten yourself into.

[stil-lindigo]

the fox god.

a comic about a trickster.

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[mydairpercabeth]

[petals42]

i cannot get over that lumon's downfall so much came down to the focus on the innies' (collective) humanity that lumon tries so hard to suppress, but honestly and actually is their BIGGEST blindspot. Like the goat lady just being fucking SICK of killing her goats and that's such a human thing-- to get attached to your pets, to not want to just live your life raising creatures to be killed for no reason and lumon thought that the innies weren't human (maybe especially the goat innies), that they would buy the shit they were selling because they are naive and believe what they're told and don't have critical thinking skills because they not human but they are human! they dont believe whatever weird cult stuff they are being told! she doesn't even know what the fuck is going on with, mark really, she just sees her chance to get back at the guy that keeps making HER kill HER goats! her pets! Her little guys who love and trust her!!

Like honestly, imagine if lumon had just put a LITTLE more care into keeping the goat-innies not even "happy" but at least oblivious to what was going on. If they asked for a goat and Drummond just killed it himself. The goat people could have lived in plausible deniability! which like, when it comes down to it, is how most of us live but NO! No Lumon is OBSESSSED with control and think severance is the ultimate control and so they are completely unprepared for when the innies are PEOPLE and don't want to be controlled!

I! Am! Obsessed! With! This! Message!

[tommykinard217]

Tommy just casually saying that Eddie stopped talking to him after they broke up.....

It makes you wonder if that was Tommy's norm. Never really being the one people stayed for, romantically or platonically. Was he just used to people slowly pulling away from him when he was no longer what they wanted or when they found something or someone better?

Is that why he's so guarded with his heart when it comes to Buck? He's so scared of Buck leaving first, of finding him wanting and leaving him behind, that he leaves first. Even though he's clearly in love with Buck, giving Buck the possibility to leave first hurts too much.

And this is why Buck needs to prove that Tommy is emough. Just Tommy. Not cool, confident Tommy.

Just Tommy. Flaws, insecurities, and all.

[darling-chris]

So, if you can't see me right where you are

Then why don't you send for me, baby,

by the nearest star?

[casualavocados]

Learn from who? Learn from you?

Chen Bowen as CHEN YI & Chiang Tien as AI DI KISEKI: DEAR TO ME (2023)

[jojolightningfingers]

i truly truly will never stop being tickled by how law's braincell count just plummets into the negatives whenever he's around luffy and kid SPECIFICALLY at the same time. like if it's one or the other he copes more or less just fine. kid's a shit-starter but he's predictable and easy (and fun) to rile up. luffy runs on baffling logic but he's fundamentally easy to get along with so long as you maintain your zen and understand that he usually doesn't MEAN to get under anybody's skin. separately they aggravate law in different ways. but when they're together kid's penchant for starting dickswinging contests (or inability to not take the bait of one) collides with luffy unhesitatingly answering with a one-up that no sane person would conceive of and what the hell is law supposed to do against THAT fuckin wombo combo. get left behind and called a bitch for it? not goddamn LIKELY!!

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 293

Jason takes a deep breath. He takes a deep breath, in for ten seconds, out for eight, and just takes a minute before looking again. Nope, there’s still the strange quartet of orbs in the box of what should be stolen weapons (What, the government had enough, honestly) that gave his workers the heebie-jeebies. 

Which is not the vibe he gets from them. In fact, he’s actually kind of concerned with how much he has to beat the Pit back with how quickly it lurches to latch onto the… Well they’re not gems, and he’s a little wary about touching them at first, but the Pit does seem to settle when he does.

Alright, he can deal with this. It’s not like he has several heads in a duffel bag that needs to be delivered or a tiny assassin child back in his safehouse (Seriously Talia, why was he the preferred babysitter?) or an entire gang in Crime Alley to deal with. It’ll be fine. 

…

He would like to curse out his past self, because there’s now four babies in his safehouse that appeared to have fucking hatched from the orbs. Goddamnit. 

[superbat-lmao]

In college, Harvey and Harley would poke fun at being Bruce’s first friends. He’d been so closed off with all those rich kids that it took him until college to really find his people.

But that’s not entirely true.

Bruce would say he had a lot of friends actually, just that none of them stuck around for very long. Meeting each of them was completely accidental. And strange. It has taken him a while to figure out what was happening, but once he got one of them to admit to it, the rest caved pretty quick.

You see, Bruce’s friends were time travelers.

They had crazy suits, some skin tight, others padded like a SWAT team, and all of them made of stuff Bruce had never seen before. They could also do insane tricks they were willing to teach Bruce, like backflips and knife throwing when he was old enough. They promised to teach him more each time they came back through time.

They wouldn’t give him their names, but they all had nicknames for each other and that worked well enough. Didn’t want to blow up the time-space continuum.

He met “Wing” first. He’d felt moronic calling someone that looked like an adult something that wasn’t a real name, but by the time Jay, Red, and Robin turned up, he caught on to the bird theme. The girls didn’t stick with the bird thing and neither did Tom, although the knew that was a fake name, especially because Robin would often try and call him Thomas, so he assumed it was close.

So yes actually, Bruce had friends before he met Harley and Harvey. He was just waiting for the day he would meet them in his time.