#ryan slade

[shirtlessmoviestv]

Eddie Cibrian : Dirty Sexy Money (S01E06)

[nade2308]

@whumpgifathon | Day 27:

Alternative prompt: Protective

"Rosewood", season 2, episode 22 "Blistering Heat & Brotherly Love", Ira Hornstock and Ryan Slade

@thethistlegirl

[jetslay]

My Adventures with Superman by Ryan Barr.

[abduloki]

I would laugh like crazy if this were to happen in Deadpool 3.

X-Force/Cable : Messiah War

[thedoctorloveshis1hercompanions]

Doctor Who Parallel

[kirmolybdenum]

[dr-abitat-blog]

Day 14: "See if you can follow my finger with your eyes."

@ailesswhumptober T/W: Post-operative recovery, medwhump, amnesia, trauma, lost identity, vomiting

'Dr Spade', Dr Marz and Ryan all belong to the beautiful @whumpsmith

“ —can—hear me?”

I hear it, faint and distant. A soft sounding voice, breaking through the darkness clouding my head. Urgency seems to ripple from those words, slowly pulling me through the subconscious haze towards it.

“ —I think—eyes—trying—open—hear us?”

It’s getting a little clearer now, the words less distorted. With an exhausted groan I attempt to peel my eyes open. A harsh burning light streams into my eyes from above. It elicits a weak whimper from my lips in response.

“Easy—easy, lad. Take your time.”

Nngh…

Everything feels fuzzy and surreal as I carefully blink them open again. Blurred colours swim before my sensitive eyes. Indistinct faces peer down at me. That’s all I see. Their expressions are impossible to read. I have no idea who any of them are, or what they want or—

Nggha��what…is…?

Pain flares through the back of my neck. A tight choking sensation follows. Instinctively my hands reach up to my throat. My fingers come in contact with something wrapped around my neck. For some reason, it sends panic spiking through me.

N-no…g-get it…off!

My hands go on to do exactly that — or at least they try to, before the faces move closer.

“Easy there, it’s arite. That’s just to protect your spine. It’s not supposed to hurt — see?”

The nearest face peers down at me, his features starting to become clearer. I make out dark brown messy hair and what seems to be a concerned expression sweeping across his face. He doesn’t grab my hands or try to stop me — instead, he just lets me…feel the thing around my throat.

Soft…warm. Not…not bad.

My body starts to relax slightly as my shaking fingers brush the collar, although I can’t hold back the small cry of discomfort from the pain shooting down my back.

“Och—Ryan, get him—sorry, them—more pain relief please.”

“I’m right on it, Dr Slade.”

I catch a flash of green hair and a warm smile before ‘Ryan’ disappears from the room. Despite my pounding head, I attempt to take in my surroundings. White walls, decorated with a few blurred pictures. A comfortable bed below my back. A nearby table, multiple hand-written cards on top of it. Beeping monitors and screens connected to me. A horrible tickling in my throat. Bright lights above me — and the faces. Quite a few of them.

“It’s alright. You’re safe.”

One of the taller ones speaks up, sending me an attempted reassuring look. “I understand that you must have a lot of questions right now. You’ve been through an awful lot these past few weeks.”

Wait…weeks?

“Wh-where…am I?” I force out, shocked at how hoarse and strained my voice sounds.

“You’re in a hospital, lad, Sunny Samuels,” the closest guy answers, his voice heavy with some kind of accent,“You were very sick, gave us all quite the scare. We had to perform major surgery on your spine to save your life — and we’ve still got some tough weeks ahead.”

He moves a little closer, lowering his voice gently. “Do you remember any of that at all?” “I…n-no. Nothing. I…” I cough weakly, glancing around at the other faces around the room. A very pale guy hangs around next to my monitors, checking the numbers on the screen. Green Hair comes back in with another bag of…something. By the door are two other guys — doctors, probably? Both have glasses and brown hair, although one of them is sitting in a chair. For some reason he…won’t take his eyes off of me for a second. It’s…a bit much, being stared at like this. “Wh-what…happened?” “We’ll explain later,” Accent Guy replies, “For now, let me introduce myself. I’m Dr Douglas Slade and I’ll be taking care of you until you’re back on your feet.”

“And I’m Ryan,” Green Hair speaks up gently, “I’ll be your nurse for today, so if you need anything at all, you can just ask me, alright?”

“Nnn…k-kay.”

“Good. Now, we have a few questions for you lad. First — do  you know what your name is?”

My…name?

I stare at them helplessly, as if expecting them to tell me — but they don’t. The fact that I can’t recall my name from the tip of my tongue frightens me. 

Th-that’s not normal…right?

My chest tightens in panic as I shake my head. “N-no…”

“Arite. That’s okay. We can try again later,” he replies, patting my shoulder, “For now, Dr Marz here is going to prod and poke you a little, just to test how your nerves are doing after the surgery. Is that okay?” I’m too tired to do much other than nod my head. Satisfied, Dr Marz steps forward, adjusting the height of the bed to his level.

“There we are — don’t worry, it’s just a few simple tests to check your nerve function. First — see if you can follow my finger with your eyes.”

It should be simple enough, watching him move his finger — but not for me. My eyes burn as I try to move them, the light continuing to sting. Still, I keep going, focusing on his blurred finger as I follow it in the letter H. 

I answer by shaking my head.

“Good, all of the ocular nerves seem to be intact. Next — can you hold your arms out like this for me?”

He demonstrates, extending them in front of him, to which I shakily copy. I can hold them out against gravity for about three seconds before they start dropping. “Very good. Now let’s see your hands — do you have all of your fingers?”

Still a little disorientated, I follow his instructions as best as I can. I spread my fingers, try to push his hands away, squeeze his fingers as tight as I can.

“Oof — not a bad grip,” he comments, “Now let’s have a look at your legs. Can you wiggle your toes?”

My toes wiggle just fine. “Great — and can you feel me touching you here — and here?” I nod my head in response to every question. “Next, try to kick me away, as hard as you can.”

“Nngh — nngh!”

My efforts are…pretty pathetic. I’ve definitely gotten weaker somehow. Still, he seems satisfied enough as he smiles appraisingly at me.

“Excellent job — you did great.”

“W-well?”

The guy on the chair peers at him expectantly. Dr Marz holds up a hand.

“No neurological deficits as far as I can see — there is notable proximal muscle weakness, but that is to be expected after the patient has been bed-bound these past few weeks.”

“But he will get better?” he asks again, eyes wide behind his glasses.

“...I’m sure with physiotherapy and exercises we can get them to a stronger state,” Dr Marz replies, “Although that might not be the same as their baseline, it will be better than now.”

“Arite — thank you, Vincent. That’s very reassuring to know.”

Dr…Spade glances down at me with a tiny smile. “You’ve been through a lot, lad, so you need to get plenty of rest. Ryan, could we get him — them — some water please?” I blink tiredly as my nurse hurries to get a cup of water for me. My eyelids already feel heavy and exhausted. “I think we’ll wait a bit before trying some more exercises. We don’t want to push you too hard.”

“Nuh uh…” I groan in agreement. The bed rises slowly to prop me up as Ryan returns with my water. He gently fits the straw between my teeth. I’m suddenly so parched that I start sipping feverishly, as if expecting him to take it off me again.

“Hey, easy. You’ll make yourself sick if you drink too fast. No rush, buddy.”

At his words, I try to slow down — but the damage is already done. Burning acid dribbles from my throat and out onto the bed-sheets. My nose turns back at the smell as I retch again, sweat streaking my forehead.

“Oh dear — let’s get you cleaned up, alright? Dr Slade, I think maybe you should…”

He gestures towards the door with his head. Dr Spade nods.

“...yes, I think we should. Let’s go, gentlemen — Viktor, that includes you.”

I can’t see them very well through my tears, but I get a brief flash of helplessness across the face of the doctor in the chair before he and the others quickly leave the room. Another flash reveals a boy at the window, staring in at me. Green eyes, freckles, brown hair. I have to retch again, bringing up pure bile as tears sting my eyes. The next glance I get, he’s already gone. Almost like a ghost.

“It’s okay. A little vomit never hurt anyone, right?”

Carefully, Ryan mops at my face and my shirt, slowly cleaning me up. All I can do is shake my head guiltily.

“S-sorry…s-sorry…” “What are you apologising for? You did nothing wrong.”

“I-I don’t know, I…I just…I-I don’t know anything…”

I trail off with a sniff. Ryan sends me a sympathetic look.

“It will come soon, buddy. Don’t force it too much.”

He rubs my back comfortingly. “How about we try that water again. You must be pretty thirsty — nice slow sips, okay?”

I sigh quietly, leaning forward ever so slightly to take the straw between my teeth again. This time, I make sure to take deliberate drawn out sips, gradually wetting my lips. As I begin to readjust to the simple act of drinking without choking again, a single word throbs in my brain. A single important…terrifying word. I don’t know why it scares me so much, but it does.

Parasite.

[whumpsmith-participates]

AI-less Whumptober 2024

Day 17 - Zombies (alt prompt)

Tags/CW: handgag, tapegag, jumpscare, uhhh nurse in distress? Idk man...

Ryan Marz was a hard worker. Between nursing school, singing- and songwriting, his best friend's drinking problem, his mother's debilitating disease, his band suddenly becoming insanely popular, graduating nursing school, touring the United States, his affair with his best friend's boyfriend, unplanned fatherhood, and wanting to maintain his nursing license — it was a miracle Ryan hadn't burned out yet.

He probably would have, if he didn't manage to get so much energy from his fans, as well as his patients. But even with that, he did nearly burn himself out when his one year-old daughter went missing.

The band had been hired to play at a New Year's party, and the two band-babies — as two members' kids were lovingly called — were looked after by their unofficial grandmother. However, tragedy struck when both children were kidnapped violently, leaving their grandmother injured, and the members of the band incredibly worried.

Being unable to sit still, Ryan continued to work. The small clinic was exclusively for the superheroes of the city and their family, and because Dr Slade liked to run a particularly tight ship, they were constantly dealing with a staff shortage, since only few could keep up to his high standards. So between wanting a distraction and not wanting to let his employer down, Ryan donned his scrubs and went about his usual tasks.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't bring himself to smile while tending to the few patients on the ward, or when greeting people at the reception desk. So when a call came in about the suspicious death of a suspect at the precinct, Slade jumped at the opportunity to occupy Ryan in their morgue in the basement. Asking him to prepare the body for an autopsy while he finished up with a minor surgery.

Ryan couldn't blame him for the sudden change in tasks, and he was glad to get a bit of a break from the "Are you okay?"s he'd been getting from everyone. At least the dead didn't tend to talk back...

He waited for the coroner by the door, holding it open as they brought in a gurney with a black body bag on top.

"That the John Doe from the 124th?" Ryan checked, still wanting to be diligent despite his exhaustion.

"Yup. Sign here, please."

The coroner handed him a clipboard, and Ryan looked it over before signing it and handing it back. Then he took the gurney and began wheeling it towards the elevator.

"Okay, let's get you taken care of, buddy." he said, believing the dead deserved the same kind of attention as the living, "The doctor will be right with you, and then you can rest for good."

Once downstairs, he started preparing the morgue, quickly wiping down the exam table before gently laying the body on it. The young man looked rather sickly, even for a fresh corpse, his black hair just about falling over his eyes, so Ryan gently brushed it aside. His clothes reminded him a bit of Dr Slade, but he was too tired to really wonder why that would be.

He turned around to get the doctor's tools ready. Opening a drawer that was supposed to hold pretty much everything, only to find a couple of items missing. Ryan had always sympathised a bit with Dr Slade's high standards, and today that sympathy reached a peak.

While it was great that they were even able to find temporary staff to fill in on occasion, it annoyed him deeply that they never even seemed to bother to at least try to do things correctly. Like placing a bone saw back where they got it from.

It was an expensive tool specifically designated for the morgue, because no one wants to be operated on with tools that have touched a dead person. So why wasn't the saw in its designated spot inside the drawer?

"Why is the saw not where it's supposed to be?" Ryan said, beginning to look through the other drawers and cabinets, "Where'd they put it? Damn temp nurses..."

When he pulled open the third cabinet, he finally found the saw, thankfully in good condition. He got up, closed the cabinet and turned around to put it on the tool tray with the rest. He noticed his patient was now sitting up, his legs swung over the edge of the table, and gave him his best reassuring smile.

Wait...

Ryan's head jerked back at his 'patient' - the corpse that was not supposed to be able to sit up like that...yet there he was. Sitting. Breathing. Blinking. The works. Ryan promptly dropped the saw, alongside with his jaw, the colour draining from his face as he tried to process what was happening.

The former corpse suddenly leapt off the table, stepping right towards Ryan and clamping a hand over his gaping mouth before he could scream in horror.

"Sorry, sorry!" he said, "I don't want to scare you, but can you please promise not to shout? I can explain everything."

Ryan blinked, his tired mind had already settled on shouting and in the delay there was no room to change his mind.

"WHMMT TMM FMMM?!"

"That is shouting." the ex-corpse said, "But it's okay. Just shout everything out now and when you're done, I'll let you go and we can talk this over properly."

Ryan blinked again, before shouting some more, gesturing wildly at the body bag and at the young man, before trying to push his hand away. The revived young man tightened his grip in response.

"I'm terribly sorry, but I can't let you go until you promise not to shout. Can you do that, please?"

Ryan caught his breath a bit, taking a shaky deep breath in an attempt to calm down, before nodding. The young man warily lowered his hand a bit, giving Ryan a chance to speak. He opened and closed his mouth for a good five seconds, as if searching for the right words to say, before settling on shouting after all.

"WHY AREN'T YOU DEAD—"

The undead young man quickly clamped his hand back over his mouth to silence him again, before his yelling would attract any unwanted attraction.

"You said you wouldn't shout."

"Ymm wmm dmmm!!!" Ryan stubbornly countered, gesturing at the body bag again, before trying to shove the young man off of him.

"I know, I know, and I can explain," he replied, stepping closer and trying to pin Ryan's hands to his chest with his free hand. "But I really need you to stop shouting."

But Ryan continued to try and squirm out of his grip for a good moment, before settling down a bit to catch his breath. The young man chanced it again when he stopped, carefully lowering his hand once more.

"Are you quite finished now?"

"Th-this is a dream," Ryan stammered shakily, "a-a-a nightmare! I fell asleep at work and I better wake up soon— I-I should've listened to Iggy and just stayed home..."

"I fail to see what the big deal is. This is my eighth death...I think." the young man said nonchalantly, "It's comparable to a long nap."

Ryan groaned as he turned away, leaning on the counter, taking deep breaths.

"I need to wake up," he said, "oh my god what if I'm hallucinating? This is the last time I'm listening to Marnie's movie recommendations. All that zombie talk..."

"I assure you I'm real," the young man piped up.

Ryan reluctantly turned back, disappointed to see the re-animated corpse was still there.

"Y-you're real?" he said, "I'm not going crazy— Isn't that just what a hallucination would say? People don't normally get up after dying, except my boss maybe—"

He suddenly gasped, eyes widening as he finally managed to make somewhat sense of the situation.

"Are you a vampire? Or a healer?" he asked.

"No. I am neither of those things," the young man unfortunately said, "I suppose I am what you would consider a zombie, since I have been raised from the dead. I will allow one more question and then I would like to make a request myself."

"Z-zombie?" Ryan sputtered.

"...that's a poor use of your question." the young man deadpanned, "Anyway. Again, really sorry to ask this of you, but I cannot risk you alarming the rest of the staff until I am safely away, so I must tie you up and hide you away. Please, do not resist."

"W-what?!" Ryan said, "No, no no no, y-you can't just walk out! Don't you at least need a check-up? I'm sure Dr Slade knows how to handle...all this!"

He gestured at the young man, smiling awkwardly.

"And maybe please don't hurt me...."

"I won't hurt you, but my mission is too important." the young man said, spotting a roll of medical tape on the counter and picking it up, "Now, hands behind your back, please."

"No?" Ryan said, trying to step away, "S-surely there's a better way to resolve this?"

"If there was, we would be doing that," the young man said, grabbing the nurse's arms and twisting them behind his back to tape them together.

"Ow! Hey, c'mon!" Ryan protested, trying to buck the young man off of him, before suddenly crying out for help. "DR MARKOVITSJ HELP!!!"

The young man thought quickly, pulling a handkerchief from his chest pocket and stuffing it into Ryan's screaming mouth.

"Please— Hgn... Please do not resist. I don't want to hurt you!" he hissed.

"Lmm gmm!" Ryan just grunted, still resisting.

"Please just stop," the young man said.

It almost sounded like he was begging, yet he continued wrangling the nurse's arms behind his back so he could tape his wrists together. Ryan just huffed a curse in response, though he was running out of steam again, allowing the young man to finish restraining his wrists.

With Ryan's wrists secured, the young man then stuck the end of the roll of tape on his cheek and began wrapping it around his head to secure the handkerchief inside his mouth. Ryan desperately shook his head, but that didn't seem to slow the young man down at all, switching to wrapping the tape around his eyes next.

"Again, I'm really sorry about this," the young man said, turning Ryan around and guiding him to take a step to the left, holding onto his arm as he bent over to open one of the lower cabinets.

"Whm? Mm!"

Ryan wasn't even sure what he was trying to say anymore as he was being pushed to his knees, hearing the contents inside the cabinet clatter out as he was being pushed in.

"Someone will come free you soon, I'm sure."

Tape was now being wrapped around his ankles as well. The young man seemed to be using up the roll, before closing the cabinet door on Ryan, leaving him to...hopefully be found soon.

@ailesswhumptober

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[thisisyourdriverspeaking]

Here we are...In honor of Indycar racing in Toronto this weekend. This is another installment of racing tunes. Enjoy 😊

Helio Castoneves (10th May 1975) - Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons - The Night

Takuma Sato (28th January 1977) - James Brown - Bodyheat

Katherine Legge (12th July 1980) - New Musik - Sanctuary

Scott Dixon (22nd July 1980) - The Rolling Stones - Emotional Rescue

Ryan Hunter-Reay (17th December 1980) - Electric Light Orchestra - Don't Walk Away

Will Power (1st March 1981) - The Stray Cats - Rock This Town

Ed Carpenter (3rd March 1981) - Slade - We'll Bring The House Down

Romain Grosjean (17th April 1986) - Eartha Kitt - This Is My Life

Marco Andretti (13th March 1987) - Marilyn Monroe - When I Fall In Love

Colin Braun (22nd September 1988) - Spear Of Destiny - So In Love With You

Graham Rahal (4th January 1989) - A-ha - You Are The One

Tristian Vautier (22nd August 1989) - Wendy & Lisa - Satisfaction

Agustin Canapino (19th January 1990) - Seven - Inside Love

Marcus Ericsson (2nd September 1990) - The Farm - Groovy Train

Josef Newgarden (22nd December 1990) - Vanilla Ice - Ice Ice Baby

Alexander Rossi (25th September 1991) - Rozalla - Everybody's Free (To Feel Good)

Felix Rosenqvist (7th November 1991) - Amy Grant - That's What Love Is For

Conor Daly (15th December 1991) - Pet Shop Boys - Was It Worth It?

Kyle Larson (31st July 1992) - Roxette - How Do You Do

Jack Harvey (15th April 1993) - Madonna - Fever

Scott McLaughlin (10th June 1993) - Spin Doctors - Two Princes

Tom Blomqvist (30th November 1993) - Wet Wet Wet - Shed A Tear

Luca Ghiotto (24th February 1995) - Zhane - Shame

Toby Sowery (30th June 1995) - Celine Dion - Only One Road

Pietro Fittipaldi (25th June 1996) - Deuce - No Surrender

Alex Palou (1st April 1997) - 3T ft Herbie - Gotta Be You

Santino Ferrucci (31st May 1998) - Aqua - Turn Back Time

Kyle Kirkwood (19th October 1998) - Fog - Been A Long Time

Callum Ilott (11th November 1998) - Tatyana Ali ft Will Smith - Daydreamin'

Linus Lundqvist (26th March 1999) - Kele Le Roc - My Love

Pato O'Ward (6th May 1999) - Martine McCutcheon - Perfect Moment

Hunter McElrea (21st November 1999) - Westlife - Flying Without Wings

Colton Herta (30th March 2000) - Will Smith - Freakin' It

Christian Rasmussen (29th June 2000) - Britney Spears - Oops! I Did It Again

Marcus Armstrong (29th July 2000) - Darude - Sandstorm

Rinus Veekay (11th September 2000) - Storm - Time To Burn

Christian Lundgaard (23rd July 2001) - Cast - Desert Drought

Sting Ray Robb (3rd September 2001) - Faith Hill - There You'll Be

David Malukas (27th September 2001) - Sisqo - Dance For Me

Theo Pourchaire (20th August 2003) - Mark Owen - Four Minute Warning

Kyffin Simpson (9th October 2004) - Ashlee Simpson - Pieces Of Me

Nolan Siegel (8th November 2004) - Jay Sean - Stolen

All added to this playlist 😊

[novemberhope]

OC Masterlist (will be continued)

One Piece OCs

Kaiyo Neri Sirena Kaito Niara Nagisa Azura Cordelia Argent Gin Ellaria Mizuki Midori Morado Kat Calamity Star

my writings my artwork

Examples of who I write for/take asks for: Neri x Zoro Niara x Law Niara x Ace (platonic) Azura x Crocodile (whatever they end up being) Azura x Cross Guild (so far they have a business arrangement/working together) Cordelia x Crocodile (parent/child relationship) Cordelia x Rayleigh and/or Shakky (parents/mentor and child relationship) Ellaria x Dragon Ellaria x Ginny (parental relationship although they're not related) Ginny x Dragon (parental/mentor) Ginny x Sabo and/or Ginny x Koala Ellaria, Dragon, Ginny, Sabo, Koala (for example working together) Midori x Hina Kat x Smoker Star x Nami

If you want a different combination, go ahead and ask! I had people being unsure of what to ask for in couple ask games and other stuff, so here are some examples of what I've written/would be possible.

Pokemon OCs

Lark (Project: Poketripper) Skye (Project: Pokemon Trian) Calla (Project: Pokemon Galar) Leilani (Project: Pokemon Alola) Malea (Project: Pokemon Alola) “Galar” Leilani (Project: Pokemon Galar) Ainsley (Project: Pokemon Galar) Caitlin (Project: Pokemon Alola) Iris (Project: Pokemon Alola)

Couples I write for/take asks for:

Lark x Donovan Skye x "God" (it's a nickname) Calla x Nezz Leilani x Cliff Malea x Volo Malea x Iris (AU version) Malea x Iris x Volo (AU version) Galar Leilani x Ainsley (AU version) Leilani x Malea (AU version) If you want anything else, just ask :)

The Tribe OCs

Hope Eden Jaz Roxy

Couples I write for/take asks for:

Hope x Lex Hope x Slade (AU) Hope x Pride (AU) Eden x Pride Jas x KC Roxy x Slade (platonic) Roxy x Ruby Ruby x Slade Roxy x Ryan

If you want anything else, just ask :)

[slowthunders]

🧛🏻‍♀️ hello hello hello!

౨ৎ ˚⋆ name: cheri thunders

╰┈➤ [BASIC INFO] - she/her. intp. thirties. mexican. bisexual. slow as fuck. sagittarius ☼. cancer ☾. pisces ↑. grumpy. always tired. on the autism spectrum. add and dcd. grunge cowgirl groupie. with a taste for complex and messy characters. a box of useless information. i have a fucked up moral compass.

╰┈➤ [IDOLS] - daria morgendorffer. billie joe armstrong. buttercup. marianne faithfull. makoto kino. mark lanegan. marilyn monroe. claudia cardinale. jane birkin. nellie laroy. jane fonda. saphire and polexia from almost famous. nicki minaj. kat stratford. karen sirko. elaine parks. nancy downs. fiona gallagher. og disney princess belle. kim kelly. william miller. anita pallenberg. clair standish. john bender. nancy thompson. blair waldorf. samantha jones. disney's rapunzel. bebe buell. heather holloway. billy hargrove. brian slade. kurt wilde. maxine minx. elton john. mick jagger. andrew wood. scott weiland.

╰┈➤ [INTERESTS] - music. writing. books. photography. cinema. witchcraft. horror. fantasy. goth stuff. americana. bohemian/boho chic core. pop culture of the 60s 70s 80s 90s and 00s.

╰┈➤ [BOOKS] - the master and the margarita. the haunting of hill house. rebel heart: an american rock and roll journey. i'm with the band. the naked lunch. house of spirits. faithfull: an autobiography. salem's lot. fall to pieces. daisy jones & the six. everybody loves our town. please kill me. meet me in the bathroom. up and down with the rolling stones.

╰┈➤ [CRUSHES] - layne staley. chris cornell. jerry cantrell. johnny knoxville. ryan dunn. nick drake. bryan ferry. meg white. michael hutchence. angelina jolie. izzy straddlin. david gilmour. john frusciante. david from the lost boys. trent lane. marilyn monroe. st. jimmy and whatsername from the mv of green day's jesus of suburbia. bill skarsgård. dane dehaan. liam gallagher. albert hammond jr.

╰┈➤ [SOCIAL MEDIA] - instagram and discord, i'm as slowthunders too!

╰┈➤ [ARTISTS/BANDS] - alice in chains. britney spears. green day. roxy music. alanis morissette. the rolling stones. nicki minaj. lana del rey. soundgarden. pink floyd. marianne faithfull. sabrina carpenter. prince. hole. stone temple pillots. inxs. black sabbath. divinyls. the velvet underground. avril lavigne. lou reed. nine inch nails. the stooges. mc5. elvis presley. the clash. lady gaga. the smiths. television. mother love bone. the dandy warhols. dolly parton. bobbie gentry. mark lanegan. cky. whitney houston. blink-182. korn. the risin' sun. cheap trick. the who. combo musical los caquis. the moody blues. led zeppelin. sly and the family stone. mandy moore. nelly furtado. deftones. amy winehouse. blur. sublime. the cult. jimi hendrix. oasis. marc bolan. pearl jam. mariah carey. kylie minogue. robbie williams. audioslave. roxette. faith no more. janis joplin. nancy sinatra. the allman brothers band. gram parsons. johnny cash. waylon jennings. lil 'kim. bob dylan. beyoncé. mad season. pearl jam. fleetwood mac. the doors. ratt. charli xcx. mitski. pantera. joni mitchell.

╰┈➤ [FILMS] - moulin rouge!. the love witch. x. singles. say anything. the bling ring. beauty and the beast. beauty and the beast: an enchanted christmas. scream. home alone. babylon. performance. daisies. the secret garden. tangled. ten things i hate about you. my scene jammin' in jamaica. the lost boys. the craft. mean girls. casino. don't look now. paris, texas. walk the line. a nightmare on elm street. maxxxine. the breakfast club. trainspotting. almost famous. rocketman. the rocky horror picture show. practical magic. barbie. bram stoker's dracula. the exorcist. the panic in needle park. goodfellas. the shinning. once upon a time in hollywood. texas chainsaw massacre

╰┈➤ [COMFORT PALS] - hello kitty, spottie dottie. keroppi. pochaco. minnie mouse. psyduck. eevee. bulbasaur. winnie the pooh. eeyore

none of the icons, headers, pictures and edits are mine unless stated.

[nade2308]

He needs to explain himself about how fast he did that, because I had to slow these gifs to showcase that movement.

@thethistlegirl

[lunarsilkscreen]

I'm in a Timeline where there are 4 Deadpool movies already

So when I get confused about which Deadpool certain events occur in... That's why.

Despite this; If Deadpool 1 is the X-Men movie Starring Kitty Pryde that we never got... What is Deadpool 2?.

Deadpool 1 explains in depth what the *Deadpool* is. It isn't where Slade Wilson got his name; it's a betting pool between him and fellow mercenaries and soldiers about who will [x] first.

This can be further inuit'd to mean; the Deadpool is the other genes infused into Wade Shilson. Or his emergent personalities. His "Tumors" if you wanna be weird about it.

Like Marla Singer or Tyler Durden.

Because the Movies are layers of different movies that Ryan Reynolds remembers experiencing, though they may not have happened, while simultaneously being his current narrative about what's really going on around him.

Not everything is factual, some of it is other people's timelines.

So what is Deadpool 2? Deadpool represents Captain America. Who had to watch his allies all go down in battle one by one until he told Bucky Barnes to runaway.

Or Peter. This is why in Deadpool W; every body loves Peter. Because Deadpool Peter represents Bucky taking up the captain America mantle.

It's a modern day retelling of D-Day.

And him remembering pinning people to his "team board" with knives his him believing he is at fault for their deaths.

I wonder if any of this related to Captain Fury? Could Domino represent Natasha Romanov?

Oh wait... I got the movies mixed up again... I'm still only talking about Deadpool 2. I think. 🤔

Anywho...

Deadpool 2 represents several movies that we didn't say; Captain America, Nick Fury, Kitty Pride, and uh... Also Deadpool, since it didn't actually tell his story truthfully.

[noelevangilinecarson]

url songs

Rules: Pick a song for every letter of your url and tag that many people.

Oh no there's so many letters in my url 🤣 This is gonna be fun! Thanks so much for tagging me @viharistenno !!!

Here we go!

N - Never Gonna Give You Up (Rick Astley)

O - Overture (42nd Street Original Cast Recording)

E - Everything's Coming Up Roses (Patti LuPone)

L - Look at Me (The Witches of Eastwick)

E - Everyone Will Die (Sky-Pony)

V - Video Killed the Radio Star (The Buggles)

A - Another Op'ning, Another Show (Kiss Me, Kate 2000 Revival)

N - Nobody's Problems (Angela Lansbury)

G - Gloria (Laura Branigan)

I - It Never Entered My Mind (Nancy Anderson)

L - Losing My Mind (Dorothy Loudon)

I - Invisible Touch (Genesis)

N - Nobody's Side (Jessica Vosk)

E - Easy Street (Dorothy Loudon)

C - Could I Leave You (Emily Skinner)

A - All That Matters (Laura Michelle Kelly)

R - Run Runaway (Slade)

S - Sweet Lorraine (Kay Starr)

O - One More Kiss (Stephen Sondheim)

N - No Time At All (Irene Ryan, Dorothy Loudon, Andrea Martin [they're all exquisite and it's one of my very favorite songs of all time])

Made a lil playlist for funsies

And now for no pressure tagging: @bincliff @findhergolden @confused-pie @room-on-broom @mya-devries @theluckydimecaper @ltcommanderkathrynjaneway @ithinkweneedmoreviolinsontv

If anyone else sees this and wants to do it, consider yourself tagged!

[reddevilmcnt]

an independent and selective multi-muse roleplay blog with fluctuating activity, expect highly nsfw (violence, drugs, trauma & mature themes) and smut friendly writing with a personal preference for all things gay. this is a side-blog so i cannot follow back, which makes this blog not mutuals only. muses are written by decimus, 30+, qpoc, any pronouns, advanced lit. all muses are dominant and tops.

discord can be given out in private for rp purposes.

OPEN STARTERS. MEMES. WISHLIST. WANTED OPPS.

rules & roster of muses,

oo1. When I say all muses are tops and dominant, I mean that I am experienced enough to know what I'm comfortable writing and that is it. Do not try to force switching on me. I also tend to selectively like brats (brats do not automatically make a bottom better written and I don't know how that thought process even started tbh.) oo2. With that said, all of my muses are complex and multi-dimensional in some way. My men have thoughts, feelings, dreams, goals, and personal preferences, and will absolutely soften for the right ships with chemistry. I'm not the writer for you if you believe tops/doms should be automatic kink-dispensers with no emotion or depth. oo3. You will see kinks as dark and heavy as non/dubcon, werewolves/monsters, possessiveness, public play, blood play, pain play, kidnapping, gun/knife play, violence, etc. You'll also see that mixed in with earned fluff and romance; I can play some very hard doms or terrible men but even they can be open to romance, no matter how dysfunctional. Therefore, follow at your own risk, or talk to me about your limits if we are roleplaying together. Any attempts at blog policing will result in a block, though. oo4. Biggest limits are probably any age regression, diapers, scat, feet stuff, writing submissive characters myself, racism/bigotry, poly relationships.

oo5. We can always move to discord if that's what you prefer.

oo6. I will admit I am picky. If a reply doesn't inspire me or I'm not having fun with a rp, I have no issue dropping and I am very ghost friendly. I can be open to restarting or trying multiple threads for the right partner; if I talk with you or roleplay with you often, that means I enjoy your writing and to feel free to come to me with new ideas or reply to other starters I may have.

oo7. I'm a queer person of color and this is a safe space for your muses of color. In fact, I prefer interacting with them.

[ original characters ] dominic rookwood immortal vampire hunter, homosexual, looks late 30s-40s. fc: alan ritchson

apollo king navy seal, bisexual, 20s-30s. fc: michael b jordan

salazar reyes hell's legion motorcycle gang leader, single father, bisexual, 40s. fc: clayton cardenas

slade simms mechanic, bisexual, 42. fc: ricky whittle

hades gladiator, bisexual, 38. fc: jason momoa

cain demon and a king of hell, bisexual, 1,000+. fc: henry cavill

maksim archer alpha werewolf, homosexual, 38. fc: aaron taylor-johnson

teddy grey college jock/nfl player, homosexual, 20s-30s. fc: zac efron

dmitri sherwood professional mma fighter, bisexual, 36. fc: y'lan noel

micah lockhart nfl player, bisexual, 20s-30s. fc: odell beckham jr alexei mercer firefighter, bisexual, 40s. fc: joe manganiello dante romano mob royalty and crime lord, bisexual, 30s. fc: michele morrone

[ canon characters ]

tommy shelby ---- peaky blinders. crime boss, bisexual (closeted), 39-43. fc: cillian murphy

frank castle ---- marvel. violent vigilante, bisexual, 43. fc: jon bernthal

derek morgan ---- criminal minds. fbi supervisory special agent, bisexual, 30-40s. fc: shemar moore

eddie diaz ---- 911. firefighter and army vet, repressed gay, 32. fc: ryan guzman

bruce wayne ---- dc. billionaire ceo & vigilante, bisexual, 40s. fc: ben affleck

eric northman ---- true blood. vampire sherriff, bisexual, 1,000+. fc: alexander skarsgard namor ---- marvel. talokanil mutant and king, bisexual, 500+. fc: tenoch huerta t'challa ---- marvel. black panther and king of wakanda, bisexual, 36. fc: yahya abdul-mateen ii

[mangle-my-mind]

Whitman/Wilde and Curt/Brian

Okay, to @transjackfairy who so generously asked me about my thoughts on Walt Whitman/Oscar Wilde v. Curt Wild/Brian Slade (and who reminded me to turn my asks on because I’m still a tumblr newb apparently and didn’t realize). Buckle in for my latest obsessive thoughts:

This is mostly uninformed rambling based on a book I read recently called When Brooklyn Was Queer by Hugh Ryan. I really can’t recommend this book enough. It gave me everything I could have ever asked for: a well-studied, intersectional nonfiction chronicle of my hometown’s place in queer culture and history between 1855-1969. Brooklyn had an extremely vibrant queer life in that period, but it was essentially wiped out by various social, political, and economic factors. Most of the landmarks and neighborhoods associated with queer community from that period are now decades-gone. New institutions and points of queer convergence and community formed after the 1969 Stonewall Riots in Manhattan, and Brooklyn is undoubtedly queer today, but these points of convergence are often not connected to the queer world that existed in Brooklyn before then. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this book and gaining a deeper understanding of a Brooklyn I knew very little about.

Ryan uses 1855 as his start date for this book, even though it would be impossible to set a start date for queer life in Brooklyn, or anywhere, for that matter. “But it is possible, in the sweep of history, to pick out moments that are emblematic, turning points after which something is definitively there, where it may or may not have been before. And for [Ryan’s] queer history of Brooklyn, that moment is the 1855 publication of Walt Whitman’s masterwork, Leaves of Grass.” Through this collection of poetry, Whitman, who was born on Long Island, raised in Brooklyn, and returned to it at 26 years old, “celebrated the wondrous diversity of life in Brooklyn, the technological marvels of the nineteenth century, the natural beauty of America, and (for those in the know) love between men.” This was at a time when Brooklyn was just starting to come into its own as the “second city of the Empire” after Manhattan (NYC was not yet comprised of the five boroughs, and Manhattan and Brooklyn were separate cities). The development of its industrial waterfront around that time created the perfect conditions for queer life to flourish in Brooklyn, including that of Walt Whitman, which he then documented in Leaves of Grass. The poem “Crossing Brooklyn Ferry” immortalizes the Fulton Ferry and its integrity to Brooklyn’s thriving scene, reaches out to generations of queer people who would come after him - “What is it then between us?/What is the count of the scores or hundreds of years between us?” - and “contains perhaps the first description of cruising in American literature”. Poems throughout the book are dedicated to the men that Whitman love and that love him - young, hardy, healthy, manly, of-the-land “camerados” who could define themselves by their love of men before this kind of communal identity was fully understood or even named. Through Leaves of Grass, Whitman attempts to “create or memorialize words, rituals, and experiences that these men shared”. His language, unlike that of many contemporary writings, was less formal, in free verse, and thus “more conversational and accessible to a wide range of readers”. 

Leaves of Grass was critically acclaimed at its release: “[Ralph Waldo] Emerson would proclaim [it] ‘the most extraordinary piece of wit and wisdom that America has yet contributed,’ full of ‘incomparable things said incomparably well’... the magazine Life Illustrated rav[ed], ‘It is like no other book that ever was written.’ But some saw a moral darkness in Whitman’s work, ‘a degrading, beastly sensuality,’ as a reviewer in The Criterion called it.” What it also did was provide Whitman with generations of devotees, including Oscar Wilde, who met with Whitman in 1882 (here’s a narrative of that meeting).  

Now to the Velvet Goldmine of it all. My copy of the screenplay contains an interview with Todd Haynes (located in this really fun-looking website!). Haynes says, “[G]lam came out of the English tradition of camp and applied counter-philosophies about art and culture, which I saw originating from Oscar Wilde. To me, Wilde became the perfect manifestation of the glam era”. Brian is the representation of this tradition and aesthetic, an English dandy of the pop world following the path Wilde laid out for him. Curt, on the other hand, is a representation of the American hardcore elements of glam. To Haynes, “glam was a romance between a British tradition that was extremely theatrical, self-conscious and intellectual, ironic and influenced by gay culture, and an American element that was raw, visceral, sexually potent and also influenced by gay culture.” 

So, if Wilde might be the progenitor of the English glam rock scene, then maybe Whitman, with his conversational, sensual, and barbaric poetry, is the respective progenitor of the American scene. Brian’s art falls neatly into the Wildean principles of beauty and artifice, while Curt’s lends itself to Whitman’s informal, repetitive, and honest style. The cherry on top is that Whitman came first and that Wilde was inspired by him, in the way that Brian was inspired by Curt; and that Wilde came to America to meet Whitman, just as Brian did with Curt.

I’d like to clarify that I’m not well-versed in either of their poetry. I’ve read large chunks of Leaves of Grass and Oscar Wilde’s collected works, but I’m definitely not an expert. This was just a fun little thought experiment I went down. If anyone wants to suggest any changes or thoughts or anything new for me to learn, I would be extremely happy and grateful :)