#take the night off

[pynkhues]

Sneak peak of pregnancy scare fic?

Here you go!

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“It’s - - it doesn’t - - it feels different,” Beth says, and her voice feels high. Does it sound high? God, probably, if Annie’s wide-eyed look is anything to go by. Beth takes a breath, fiddles with her night cream, capping and uncapping the bottle before squeezing some awkwardly onto her hand. She tries to steal her tone, her nerves. “I’m not nauseous. I was nauseous with all the others.”

Through a fleck of toothpaste on the bathroom mirror, she can see Annie wrinkle her nose, her mouth twist, can see a million thoughts she won’t say flick across her face, and Beth busies herself rubbing the cream into her cheeks, forehead, neck. Tries to focus on the cool, soft feel of it against her tired skin.

“I mean, it would, wouldn’t it?” Annie says tentatively, and Beth’s gaze snaps back to meet hers. “Like, sure, you’re you still, but the… “ Annie makes a circle with one hand and thrusts a finger from the other through it. “…is different. Same dirt, different seed, right? Who knows how it’s gonna grow.”

It’s weird, in the minute of it. The way Beth feels thrown backwards in time, not to herself exactly, but to that first night any of them ever did this. When it was Annie, sixteen and terrified, her make-up smeared and her panties kicked off in the corner (she’d lost them around the third pregnancy test), crying so hard she was laughing (or maybe it was the other way around) as Beth said we’ll figure it out, as Beth said we’ve got this, as Beth said you always said you wanted my boobs just to see Annie laugh for real, but neither of them is sixteen anymore (God, Beth doesn’t even think she was sixteen when she was sixteen), and her baby daddy isn’t in detention, he’s not even in assistant manager training for a car dealership, he’s God-knows-where, handling business he couldn’t – wouldn’t – even give her the details of, and the thought of calling him with this when he’s got a gun in his hands and she’s got one in the safe in her closet makes her feel briefly ill.

So she says, “Gross,” just to make Annie laugh again.

[nonebinary-leftbeef]

DEVASTATING the lyric you've been mishearing is better than the real one

[rayghosts]

bill cipher is alive, david tennant is the doctor, new supernatural season might come out, homestuck is updating, mcr and fallout boy will headline a tour together, dan and phil are gay, ian and anthony are making smosh vids again, mcu loki has his own show, new scott pilgrim show used the same cast as the movie, josh hutcherson is being thirsted after

[chloesimaginationthings]

The FNAF Mikes talk about their extended family..

[druid-for-hire]

[images ID: three images of a comic titled "one must imagine sisyphus happy" by druid-for-hire. it is a visual narrative beginning with someone with wrist pain (depicted by bright orange nerves) working at a drafting table. the reader is shown the same wrist as the person uses it for many everyday tasks such as carrying a grocery basket, pushing elevator buttons, typing, and doing dishes, until the pain dissolves all the panels into chaos. the person then performs several physical therapy exercises until the pain subsides. they sit back down at a desk with their laptop, sigh, and begin typing. a small spark of pain reappears. end id]

a fun little piece i made during the semester and submitted into our school comic anthology! (which you can buy at the Static Fish table at MoCCAFest in NYC ;] ). it's about artists and injury

[jay-wasstuff]

Mike: is struggling financially and mentally

Vanessa: *throws his prescription medicine*

Edit: it's not just about whether Mike needed the drugs (which he didn't, i understand), it's about the fact SHE LITTERED and most likely polluted the river too.

[ask-zacharies-snackarie]

Yet another photo post heheheh

[hinamie]

alongside someone like you

[petricorah]

when your uncle realizes your feelings for your best friend before you do (from @bisexuallsokka) happy prince and the fool day! [ids in alt]

[lycanlovebites]

✧ bloodlust ✧

I'm starving, darling//Let me put my lips to something//Let me wrap my teeth around the world

[edit: thanks to all the love on this piece (which was just the WIP until now) I finally got the motivation to finish this after two months! Thank you to anyone who enjoys this for giving me the strength to finish this]

[xxplastic-cubexx]

personal happiness or what the fuck ever

bonus:

[frownyalfred]

poor Clark Kent during the early Superbat years only seeing Bruce’s shirt off if there was a major injury/hit and getting a very confused association going in his head by accident

[icterid-rubus]

Found someone’s handmade, queen sized puff quilt for $24 at my library thrift store. It’s so warm and heavy, like a weighted blanket. I always wanted to make one but they require so much more material than regular quilts. Kismet.

[yeyinde]

now why would you hide these in the tags..

also thinking maybe reader is newcomer too, maybe on vacation. everyone knows not to mess with price, say things about it never ending well.

but reader pays them no mind, thinking that their overreacting. of course, they aren’t, and reader is forced to check out of their hotel and into their new forever home with price <3.

and he's your first experience with an alpha, too. like sheltered reader, surrounded by betas your whole, stumbling onto John Price, of all people. but of course you're curious. you've never met an alpha before outside of the ones in your school - all the same age, the same hormonal shifts at the same pace; it's just not the same, is it?

and despite the tug between you, he can see where this going when you start batting your eyes at him, and softening under the burn of his glare. you're not going to like it. you'd never be able to handle him. and he tries to tell you this. warn you away. find a beta, a smaller, younger alpha. he doesn't care - just stay the hell away from him.

but you've been doted on your whole life and English Burt Reynolds isn't going to be the first man to tell you no.

so you push. prod. dig a little deeper. lay it on thick until his presence, a novice in your life, triggers the first stirrings of a real heat. forced proximity. freak storm. one bed. he breaks before dawn, but before you can even start to feel triumph, the reality of getting fucked by an older, more experienced alpha rears.

maybe you realise this when he pulls his fat, angry looking cock out, and barks at you to get back on the bed because he hasn't even started yet, and if you wanna strut around town, aching for his knot, well. he'll give it to you.

problem is: he's too big. too rough. you've been treating yourself like fine silk, something precious, and what he gives you (after growling at your pussy that he can't wait to break her in) is nothing at all like you were expecting. and this idea of a heat making you malleable, soft and ready, falls to pieces when you remember that anatomy isn't magic and no amount of fever in your blood will ever soothe the ache of him eating you up like a man starved.

but hey. you got the big, surly alpha in the end, didn't you? guess no one taught you the meaning of a pyrrhic victory.

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Michael refuses to be gaslit on “THE BITE OF 83”

[cryptidmickle]

tfw when ur friend wants to arrest ur emotional support war criminal