#sizzy rise

[trashbaget]

hey bitches 💕

🎼 it’s music monday 🎶

💫 i’ve been super into bubbly and sexy pop the past few days, but dear darlin has snuck in because i can’t stop thinking about a buddie missed connection☺️🌱

[thestarkster1465]

In defense of the Clace and Sebastian/Seelie Queen stories in Better in Black:

I know people are disappointed that we didn't get more of other ships (malec for instance, or some tlh ships) but poor Clace is getting unfairly caught in the middle.

Yeah yeah I know we got an entire series about them but we didn't really get to see what happens after the series. I'm not the biggest Clace shipper (herongraystairs my loves come first always) and they're not even my favourites in the TMI series (sizzy nation rise) but the thing is, for most ships we get to see the happily ever after once their story ends. We see Will and Tessa having cute domestic moments in TLH and TBC, we get Malec and Jessa's happy married life in GotSM, and so on. We see quite a bit of married Malec and them raising their kids, in fact. Second only to Wessa, and that is up for argument too. All we have for Clace is a couple of brief moments in TDA and some references in GotSM. We don't actually get to see their happily ever after. I don't expect their story to 'do' anything beyond being a fluffy one chapter look into their lives, and that's okay. That's deserved, even. We ought to get to see how they're doing at the end of it all (before everything goes wrong again in TWP). I feel like we owe the duo that started it all that much.

Also about Sebastian and the Seelie Queen, I don't understand why people are pissed. It's not like you're expected to change your mind and root for them, but knowing something about them sounds interesting. It's a window to Ash, if nothing else. It's probably a fucked up story but that's the whole point of it. TftSA had the story of the Blackthorn brothers kidnapped by the Faerie, GotSM had that one story about Celine, Valentine and Stephen, and TBC had the Magnus and Camille saga. One story devoted to the darker side of the Shadowhunter world has always been the norm for the short story collections in TSC books, and why not? It adds to the depth of the world. If all the stories were about the healthy couples who ended up together and their sweet moments I feel like that would be a very tiresome set of stories.

[mtreebeardiles]

Hiiiii can i have ur spotify wrapped # 27? And #96 hehe

27 is My Type by Saint Motel and 96 is In My Room by Young Rising Sons ft Sizzy Rocket!

[the-noblehouseofblack]

Simon calling Izzy “Iz” I’m dead.

[broadwayairbreathe]

I was screaming at the TV saying 'Izzy tell them you are Rebecca's sister in law'

[mentalbreakdownie4life]

Me before the mid-season finale:

Me during the mid-season finale:

me after the mid-season finale:

[alina-aleksanders]

Simon and Isabelle in the Shadowhunters 3B trailer

[jonasvasqez]

Come back to me, Simon. You have so much more to live for.

[anthony-kate]

Okay, I put this together in 2 minutes in Photoshop and I can honestly say... I am ready for Heline to slay me. ajhsajhsj

[herestotheunknown]

I want to find a way to help him get rid of this mark. If anyone can help, I thought it would be you.

[alec-magnvs]

“Friends first, lovers second. Best kind of relationship.” 

[mtreebeardiles]

Music! Ah! Tagged by @mynerdylordship — many thanks! Let’s see… shuffle on the On Repeat playlist eh? First ten hits are:

1. Running up that Hill - Scott Bradlee’s Postmodern Jukebox w/Sweet Meg

2. What a Time to Be Alive - Fallout Boy

3. So Tied Up - Coldwar Kids ft Bishop Briggs

4. Fire - Diskopunk

5. Knock Me Down - Youngblood Hawke

6. Hold Me Like a Grudge - Fallout Boy

7. In My Room - Young Rising Sons ft Sizzy Rocket

8. This Time is Right - CVBZ ft American Authors & N3wport

9. Heartbreak Feels So Good - Fallout Boy

10. So Good Right Now - Fallout Boy

Gee I wonder what album I’ve been listening to on repeat lately 😂

Tagging let’s see @tankbredgrunt @theoriginalladya @bluerose5 and anyone else who wants to participate! No pressure as always 😌

[sizzyhellyeah]

Sizzy season 1-3!

[gxrlcinema]

𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧

PAIRING: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

SUMMARY: Natasha commits atrocities. You turn the stories of them into her sweetest sins. 

A/N: I didn't proofread this but @foreverindreamlandd and @aphrogeneias did so massive shoutout to them. Inspired by "Queen" by Perfume Genius, covered by Sizzy Rocket. Happy pride to the WLWs, here's some angst.

WARNINGS: 18+ minors please dni, foreplay (almost but not quite sex), semi-graphic discussions of death and violence, morally dubious reader

MASTERLIST

Natasha returns from her mission a minute into an episode of House Hunters. She drops her bag by the front door and heads straight for the bathroom without looking at you. 

This is the way she handles all of her missions. She won’t touch you until she’s clean. It’s not the whole truth - with Natasha it rarely is - but in this case you’re glad for it. (If she waited until she truly felt clean, you think she’d never have touched you at all).

You wait until you can hear the low hum of running water, and then deliberately focus in on the episode of House Hunters. 

Vijay is a devoted recreational soccer player, Meghan is pregnant with twins, they want a place in the suburbs that’s walkable to local businesses. It is imperative to them that they have room to run around out back, even if it means the future twins will have to share a room. 

Natasha emerges from the bathroom in a cloud of steam, just as they begin to deliberate their choice. She doesn’t smile, she doesn’t make a joke, just wordlessly comes to sit next to you on the couch. Her thigh is centimeters from yours. (She doesn’t touch you).

House number one was perfect, but listed about $4,000 over budget. Vijay-and-Meghan’s offer would probably have to be significantly more than that just to be competitive. House number two is a fixer-upper, which they doubt they can commit to given how soon the twins are coming. House number three is a great location but Vijay has his heart set on a massive backyard where he can train his two future Beckhams.

You almost want to laugh at all of it, watching daytime mom TV at 2 AM with a nearly-naked g-ddess of death so close you can feel the heat from her shower. Of all of Natasha’s performances, it’s this one, (pretending to be average), that she's never managed to pull off. 

“The mission was a success,” Natasha says over Meghan’s giddy reveal that they’re going with House number one. 

You turn to look at her and purse your lips. The definition of “success” is a fight you’ve had before, and you’re tempted to challenge her as you watch the end credits of House Hunters glisten in her eyes. If she were anyone else you’d think she was about to start shaking. 

Instead, you keep your tone even and ask, “What do you need?”

Natasha turns towards you, a thread snagging and beginning to unravel. There’s a long moment during which she closes off her face and you allow her to see into yours. When her response comes, it’s just a whisper.  

“You.”

Relief sings in your veins. That, at least, you can give her.

You move slowly, afraid to spook the divine creature beside you. You mute the TV. You rise from the couch. You bring your hands up gently against her shoulders, pushing backwards until you get her lying on the couch. Nat’s eyes track these movements closely, landing back on your face once you’re situated above her, your hands pressed into the cushion on either side of her neck. 

You look straight at her. She nods. Her towel slips off her torso.

“Tell me what happened,” you command. 

She nods. Your fingers find the knot of her towel and release it, as Natasha begins talking. 

“We were in this small town, Eastern Europe but I’ve stopped paying attention to exactly where. It was supposed to be a There was this team of soldiers…”

You kiss her first at the fleshy part of her throat, where you can feel the vibration of her voice against your lips. Then, a little lower, in the gap between her collarbones. 

“They were Russian. I could tell by the training, before I even heard them speak. One of them called me a bitch to my face, like I couldn’t understand him.” 

You can’t help but smile a little.

“You know I can feel you smiling, right?”

You bite back a laugh. “Keep going.”

“There’s not much to tell, really. My intel told me that they’d be less loyal to the cause than they were. Guess the KGB really hates a traitor. Anyways, there were these kids…”

You continue your trail of kisses, adding little bites here and there when you can hear her spirit leave her voice. She gasps and arches against you when your lips touch her skin, right under her belly button.

“You were doing so well Natalya,” you say, mock disappointment dripping from each word.

When you’re met with silence, you look up. Natasha’s eyes are glazed over. She jerks her lips into a wry, wretched smile.

“I put a bullet in someone today, right there. The guy that called me a bitch. Heard a little girl scream when he went down.”

There’s a painful squeeze in your chest, but you return to your kisses. It won’t do for you to shatter the illusion now. 

“She was yelling, screaming really. ‘Папочка! папочка!’ And then she ran out into the street and cried right there, over his body.”

Natasha pauses, swallows. You wait for her to start again.

“I didn’t even check for kids. I didn’t sweep the area, I just assumed that STRIKE had it handled. I should’ve looked. I should’ve-”

“That isn’t story, любовь моя.”

You can hear her swallow. You start your kisses again. 

“When I saw her, I didn’t even think about any of it. How it’d affect her, how to get her to safety. I just thought about how bad it’d be for the Avengers if it got out that I’d shot a kid.”

You’re almost done with your trail, your lips below her stomach. 

“It took someone from STRIKE asking me if I thought she was a threat to realize nobody was going to make me kill her. If I’d acted on instinct- stop. Stop, Y/n, just- stop it.”

You push yourself up and away from her completely, resting on your knees, just over her calves. Natasha’s eyes are wet and wide and trained on you. You both take a minute to catch your breath.

“I love you,” you say. 

(You know that she is scared of what it means, your ability to love her. She wonders what’s broken inside you. She wonders if she broke it.)

She swallows. “I know.”

There’s another pause.

“I’m terrible,” she says. 

You nod. It’s the truth.

There are parts of Natalya Romanova that are disgusting. There are parts of her that you literally can’t stomach sometimes, atrocities you never want to know about. There are stories that make you flinch, stories you wish you’d never been told, stories that make you wonder how awful you are for ignoring them, for turning them into sex and passion and soft, aching memories that keep you company when Natasha is away. 

But the atrocities do not stop you. Natasha is a g-ddess. She is as awful and wonderful as any other holy thing. The atrocity is part of her, same as the secrets or the red hair or the coy smiles. They do not make it harder to crawl back home to her at the end of every day. They don’t stop you from gripping her thighs and diving headfirst into the most intimate parts of her.

“Okay,” you shrug. “You’re terrible.”

You position yourself back where you were before, your lips now inches from her sex. 

“All g-desses are terrible,” you tell her. “It makes them no less entitled to worship.”

A thousand emotions flash in Natasha’s eyes: shock, horror, love, terror, disgust, and then a grim sort of acceptance. She nods, almost smiles. And then she stretches one of her signature coy smiles across her face.

“Worship me, then.”

You let a grin stretch across your face. And then worship her you do.

Папочка - "papa"

любовь моя - "my love"

thank you so much for reading! <3

[tim-lucy]

You’re a catch.