#sometimes it just be like that

[faster-faster-aster]

world's saddest little meow meow

[socialbutterfly19]

I know every day can’t be a good day but today has just been a little rough.. I know what needs done it’s just gonna be hard!!!

[den-of-whump]

Me, planning out the plot of a whump story: And after a while, they finally get rescued and go through recovery and live happily ever after

My brain: Okay, but what if one of them gets recaptured sometime after and while they do get out, it completely destroys what progress they've had in their recovery as well as creates new insecurities and traumas for them to deal with.

Me: ...

My brain: And also it gives the caretaker a new fear of losing them and guilt over letting them get captured again.

[goddessofliteratureandsarcasm]

Step 1: Like a post by Diane Duane reminiscing about the various cover artworks her books have displayed over the years.

Step 2: Wander unsuspectingly into my local secondhand shop, no plan head empty.

Step 3: Make a noise that scares the patrons around me, then grab for the book like the bookwyrm I truly am at heart.

Step 4: ???

Step 5: Profit? (but in an internal kind of way because this baby isn’t going anywhere 🤩)

[gallawitchxx]

🔮💨 crystal ball weed bong mickey 🔮💨

installment #25 & 26 for the @galladrabbles prompts: movies by @mmmichyyy & jello by @squirrel-fund!

click HERE for the Master Post to catch up!

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Ian’s heart kicks in his chest, a jolt of fear spiking through him, and his head swims. It’s like he’s back inside the dark theatre he’d been in all week. Mickey’s words are nothing but unfamiliar sounds.

If he’s gonna go to the movies, he might as well get a snack.

He grabs a pizza roll from the plate in front of him and pops it in his mouth. But when he bites down, the inevitable happens.

“Fuck,” he garbles, the sauce piping hot and burning his mouth.

Ian doubles over, in pain and embarrassed. He really should’ve known better.

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“Jesus Christ,” Mickey huffs, standing up and leaving the room.

Ian opens his inferno of a mouth, hoping the air of the room will cool down the masticated snack. Thankfully, by the time he hears the familiar sound of a beer cap being popped off, he’s able to swallow.

Mickey returns, bottle in hand. He offers it to Ian. “S’all we got.”

Ian takes it, grateful as the icy liquid chills his charred throat. “All you got, huh? Even juvie’s got jello.”

“What d’you know about juvie, Gallagher?”

Mickey’s squint makes Ian’s chest constrict.

“What d’you know about me, Milkovich?”

[roboticspacecase]

Writing prompt: BillDip smut or if you don't wanna write smut, just their first date

I'm ngl I got lost in the sauce here lmao I thought about how Bill would be the type to bone on the first date, then I thought about how Bill would NEED to bone on the first date because he's an incubus. He's the type that can tell exactly what gets someone going and absolutely uses it on Dipper lol that being said, Dipper doesn't know what Bill is, but he's into it either way.

"You sure we're not bothering your roommate?" Dipper hummed, digging his hand into the bag of chips next to him on the bed. Meeting up with someone he met off of a dating app didn't give him the highest of hopes for the date to go well, but Bill had been nice and provided all the snacks Dipper said he liked.

"Eh, he's fine," the blond snorted. "Can't count the number of times that guy has brought home girls and made a lot of noise. Mostly from the girls shouting at him after they find out he's not seeing just them."

Dipper nodded, shoving the handful of chips into his mouth. He had stopped caring a long time ago if he was doing flattering things on dates. At that point in his life, if someone couldn't handle seeing the way he snacked on things, then they probably weren't for him anyway.

"I just figured the movie was a bit loud, and we've been talking on top of it. But if you think he's fine with it, then that's fine."

"Oh yeah, he probably got high and passed out with music on." Bill grabbed the remote, pausing the movie. It had been some action thing they threw on, one they weren't even remotely paying attention to. "Which means he wouldn't hear it if we get a lil freaky." He wiggled his eyebrows, leaning back on the headboard.

Dipper turned to look at him, seeing the half-serious smile on his date's face. The date had gone well enough, and Dipper was already sort of planning on fucking him anyway. It had been a while and Bill was hot, so why not? It wasn't like he had any reason not to. Though, he wasn't as experienced in the art of seducing as Bill, so he wasn't sure how to make the next move.

"Well... I wouldn't mind something like that," he mumbled, unable to look Bill in the eyes. "Just so long as you know that it won't bother your roommate."

A hand on Dipper's thigh made him finally look up at Bill.

"That depends on you, Dipper." Bill's voice had lowered a bit, his eyes lidded. "Let's see if you can keep quiet."

Dipper's mouth dried in an instant from the sharp breath he took in. "I-I can try." His voice cracked, though Bill didn't seem to mind, the other continuing to move his hand up Dipper's leg.

"You might not have expected that, but you can expect me to show you a good time." Bill had both of his hands on Dipper's legs in less than a second, yanking him onto his back. His head landed on the end of the bed where the blankets had bunched up.

Bill sat on his knees, looking down at him with a hunger that Dipper was surprised to see. Sure, the possibility of a hook-up had been there since they agreed to meet up, but seeing someone so eager to get into his pants was new. Most guys he saw were more interested in him doing the work. Bill, however, looked ready to tear into him so fast that Dipper wouldn't even have a chance to lift a finger.

"Stop me at any time if you don't like something." Bill dropped over Dipper, his hands landing on each side of his head. The bed bounced a little with the force, and Dipper could feel his heart leap into his throat. "I doubt you'll want to stop, though."

Just as Dipper thought, Bill gave him no time to react. The blond was undoing his pants and throwing the bottoms onto the floor in a flurry of lust, his own joining not long after. With his lower half exposed, Dipper laid back and accepted the quick pace. Something about getting thrown into fucking so quickly was just as hot as foreplay, which was a concept Dipper had never thought he would have fun with.

The prep Bill did for him wasn't even awkward like it had been with some others. His fingers worked masterfully with the lube that Dipper hadn't even seen come out, and in no time he was left playing catch up with his nerves. The quick stimulation had fried his brain, and the way Bill smiled at him told Dipper that he knew just what he was doing to him.

"Don't worry, you're going to feel this next part."

An abrupt pressure and fullness forced a gasp out of Dipper, his hands flying to the sheets to grab hold of them as if it would help ground him. He looked down, still trying to catch his breath. Bill was all the way in. The other hadn't tried to ease things forward and, much to Dipper's surprise, it didn't sting at all.

He opened his mouth to say something—what it was, he didn't know—but closed it immediately when Bill pulled his hips back then snapped them forward again. Every thought and feeling scattered from Dipper's mind like a bag of marbles on tiles.

How was someone big enough to make him feel impossibly full not hurting him with such a quick pace? Was Bill's eagerness turning him on enough to make him not care? Dipper didn't know anymore. All he knew was that Bill's quick and brutal pace sent his head into the clouds.

He grabbed Dipper's hips to angle them just right and pulled him closer, leaning far enough forward to kiss his throat. It was then that Dipper noticed his mouth was open, and he was definitely being too loud for Bill's roommate. But his date wasn't stopping. Bill only made things worse by biting and sucking on his neck, no doubt leaving marks he would have to hide before seeing any friends or family.

"F-fuck!" Dipper tilted his head back, giving Bill full access to his neck, not caring if he had to wear a turtle-neck for a few days. He could've sworn he heard the other chuckle at him, but he didn't care. All he knew was that Bill could fuck like no one he had ever been with before, and he would be coming back as often as the other would let him.

"Are you going to cum for me?" Bill growled in his ear. "C'mon, be a good boy and cum for me."

That was new. Dipper had never had someone call him that before. He thought about trying it out once but decided it was a bit too corny for him. He had been wrong, though. Bill calling him a good boy had Dipper falling from the clouds and crash-landing into reality, his body shaking from how quickly his orgasm rocked through him.

Even though Dipper probably looked and sounded like he had just been through a hurricane, Bill didn't stop thrusting into him. He didn't have the energy to say that he needed a minute to rest, though it didn't seem like Bill was far behind, so he figured he'd let his date keep at the rough pace to finish as well.

"You're so fucking hot," Bill grunted. "Next time I fuck you, I'm going to record it so I can jerk off to the way your eyes roll back in your head."

That was yet another thing Dipper didn't think he would like, and yet when Bill said it in that gruff, assertive voice, he was weak to the idea. He wanted Bill to do whatever he wanted, so long as there actually was a next time.

"You're not leaving this bed until you cum again, by the way."

Dipper's unfocused eyes widened and looked at Bill for the first time since they started. Again? There was no way.

Except, apparently, with Bill there was.

In the blink of an eye, Bill flipped Dipper over and dragged his hips up just high enough for him to start fucking him again. The new angle kept Dipper's face mashed against the blankets, and since Bill couldn't get to his neck like that, he started to bite and leave hickeys on his shoulders.

Overstimulated, Dipper could only let his body go lax and enjoy being pinned to the mattress.

"There we go, just let me take care of you. That's a good boy."

That damn phrase again sent a jolt right down to Dipper's dick. Getting hard again so soon just from being called good would be something he'd have to look into later, because he had been sure he wouldn't like such a thing.

"One more time for me, okay? I'm going to cum inside of you, so just take it and cum with me." Bill sat up and grabbed Dipper by the shoulder, his last burst of thrusts being his hardest yet.

Dipper couldn't stop himself from making yet another mess, a whimper leaving him as the shivers of his orgasm left his limbs useless.

Bill had Dipper's hips held flush against his, his cock twitching and making his own mess of Dipper's insides. "Fuck, you're so good. Took me like a champ," he huffed, slowly pulling out. "Most people tap out before the second round. I guess I just found your sweet spot."

All Dipper could muster as a response was a hum. His body sat like a brick on the bed, and he couldn't pull himself to look at the other.

"Don't worry, I've got you," he said in a softer voice. "You can take all the time you need to rest. I'll get things cleaned up and then get you some water."

Another hum came from Dipper, and even though he could barely feel his legs and his back was starting to realize just how rough he had been handled, he felt amazing. Bill had rocked his world and was even taking the time to care for him afterward.

The blond disappeared for a while, then came back, helping Dipper sit up so that he could drink the water.

"Thanks," Dipper said softly.

"Of course. I'm not going to use you like some sex doll and then leave you to clean up after. I'm a slut, not an asshole."

They both laughed, and Dipper took his time to sip at the water, gripping the bottle a little tighter than he meant to.

"So... When you mentioned next time..." He looked over at Bill, watching the other pickup the sheets that got messy from their romp.

Bill snorted. "When I said next time, I meant it. So long as you want to come over, my bed is open to you."

Dipper couldn't hide his bashful smile, even while taking a drink. "I don't feel like I did much, but I'm glad you had a good time as well."

"Oh, I had an excellent time." Bill dropped the blanket into the hamper by his door, then looked at Dipper with lidded eyes again. "You were a four-course meal, and I plan to dine on you again. And to actually, like, dine with you. We're going to go on a real date next time, if that's alright?"

The assertive tone mixed with the slight stumbling of words was cute, which wasn't a word Dipper thought he would use to describe someone like Bill. It only made him that much more eager to say yes, his head nodding before he had even made his mind up fully.

"Good, I'm glad. I look forward to taking my time with you." He walked back over to the bed, sitting as close as he could to Dipper. "Though, the night is young, who knows. Maybe we'll go at it again before then."

How someone could be so insatiable, Dipper didn't know. But it wasn't like he was going to turn Bill down. Even if he ended up staying the night and having to sit with a heating pad on his back for a few days with a cloudy head, he knew it would be worth it.

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[nesonkin]

[vikitorrrr]

[prettylikepearls]

Sometimes just nothing goes right. And that's ok!

My rigger and I are trying to get a tie done to take a photo for a contest. Our first concept doesn't end up looking great. It was a chair tie, me leaning over the back of the chair in pretty French nickers. Yep, doesn't work. The chair is just a bit too tall, the way I'm positioned loses sight of anything except my ass (it's a great ass but she wanted my personality more than my ass).

So we alter. We think, ok how about legs over the back of the chair, back bending off the seat. It looks amazing! I cannot maintain the position for more than about a minute and she's a quick rigger but no one is that fast. Its not happening.

Ok, let's change tracks. Move away from the pin-up idea and go naughty nun. Finding the right arm tie is challenging. My hair isn't behaving. Aaaaaand then her housemate gets home. Thats not happening either. We live a pretty open life but getting tied in lingerie in front of him isn't it.

So now I'm getting a pedicure and she's at the gym.

Sometimes shit just doesn't go your way. And that's ok.

We're gonna go to the beach tomorrow for a mermaid tie. And we're gonna eat takeout tonight and commiserate

[jikangairodo]

rip yuuji, u were my favourite

[squeeze-lemons-in-my-eyes]

She gets it

[bitbrumal]

  THE DUALITY OF CLOWN

DOTTORE is at once a man who can: handle any fall-out / backlash / Consequences™ to his (human rights violations) Actions™ with aggravating grace, just out of sheer inhuman apathy toward anything but his own pursuit. he is also: a man who starts a 3 decade long plot to completely dismantle & appropriate a person for making him feel embarrassed one (1) time*. & it's a fucking toss-up which it will be.

*& will fuck anyone up for messing with that plan, which gets triply embarrassing when it's just old age. until he's busy cloning them from their remains just to torment them in the more practical, time-economic torture of living in his test tube. which does mean he has those standing around in laboratories across the continent like a curio museum a hoarder made out of their house.

[sssusuki]

The real secret to writing? Don't take your shit seriously. Oh! They are the destroyer of worlds? Well, they are also the destroyer of stoves and microwaves get them OUT of the kitchen! Ah, they were cursed forevermore till true love? Well, can they stop shedding everywhere I keep having to vacuum

[elluain]

oh hello pastel baby, you got hatched into the wrong lair love

if anyone is interested in this baby lemme know, I'm Elluain#38888 on FR.

[f1version]

63 for the wrapped q!!

it’s one of us by abba 😭 i freaking love that song, listened to it a lot when me and my ex broke up