#that one meme of the car swerving

[clowningaroundmars]

punkflower hcs bc i need to see more of them being cute teen boys together.... like, playful and creative and stuff

looong long wall of text under the cut (no nsfw)

♡ miles and hobie definitely exchange art often, even collabing on some punk zines and graffiti pieces occasionally. hobie also makes mixtapes on cassettes and slaps a million stickers on them just for his bf. miles appreciates the kind gesture but reminds hobie that he doesnt have a cassette player. "yet," hobie tells him with a wink :)

♡ miles draws a million little doodles for hobie on scrap paper, post it notes, hobie's gear, hobie himself. ofc hobie loves them all, esp when he gets to go home with his arms and chest covered in stars, cartoons, graffiti, and hearts

♡ miles is a lot more shy about dancing in public than hobie is, but whenever they manage to have any downtime at all hobie will wrap his arms around miles and sway them around. if music is playing anywhere, hobie will bop to it and get miles to join in

♡ hobie's love language? touch. any kind, anytime, anywhere, for any reason. words of affirmation come next

♡ miles' love language? quality time, and he's big on kissing. hobie isnt much of a kisser but loves his sunflower just the same, and does not complain at all when miles places little kisses on his hands, ears or his back

♡ sometimes hobie will be a lil mean to miles just as a flirty thing. just usual teenage boy stuff like kicking miles' sneakers, manspreading to get into his space if they're sitting anywhere together, using his height to bully miles into a corner away from everyone so they can flirt some more, crashing into miles on purpose just to be annoying

♡ anytime they get to go on multiverse missions together they somehow manage to get into the craziest shenanigans. breaking into a zoo to stop a villain from mutating the animals, saving a group of schoolkids on a field trip from a killer robot (?), one time hobie even drove a runaway car to stop it from crashing right into jamaica bay and miles was scarred for life

hobie tries to control the car as he haphazardly swerves it around pedestrians and barely manages to miss a group of elderly people.

miles clings onto his seat for dear life. "HOBIE!! you're gonna kill us man, where'd you get your license from!?" he yells.

hobie scoffs. "license?! i said i could drive, mate, i aint mention nuthin' 'bout no license!"

♡ hobie's universe is set in the 1970's and living in a dystopian police-state means it's too risky to bring back a phone with him, so he's often left out of spiderkid groupchats. miles still tries to keep him up to date on the latest memes and inside jokes though. they also have their own inside jokes too

♡ hobie wouldn't bring a smartphone with him anyways since he's so mistrusting of tech in general. video games, laptops, and "smart" tech mystify him, and smart watches? forget about it. when miles gets one for christmas one time, hobie clowned on his bf so hard the watch was never seen again

♡ that being said, they love exchanging music often so the only piece of technology hobie ever brings back to his dimension is an ancient half-busted ipod (it was probably rio's at one point) filled with music miles managed to download for him that week. spiderman-ing and living as a homeless teen means hobie doesn't get much time to explore genres outside of the UK punk scene and listening to brand new genres is often a trip! hobie finds out he loves drum n bass, grindcore, industrial techno, UK drill, deep house and 90's hip hop

♡ hobie gets miles to make him cool posters for whatever venue he plans on (or doesnt plan lbr) playing at every now and then

♡ rio LOVES hobie. hobie is the perfect gentleman (gentlespider?) around her and often tries to help her around the house when he can. miles... does not enjoy how much his mom favors his partner. jeff is also not so crazy about this smart-mouthed punk

♡ miles and hobie absolutely swap clothing as often as possible, with hobie "borrowing" miles' clothes more often. miles' parents keep commenting on how much of a rockero he looks with all the punk stuff and hobie never returns clothes without having altered them in some way (pins n bits everywhere, a mysterious rip or two here n there, pinned-up sleeves, etc)

♡ miles is absolutely horrible at cooking and feels left out when he sees hobie helping his mom in the kitchen. he desperately tries to learn, but it's a wonder how he hasnt sliced his fingers off yet trying to peel and cut platanos so they can make tostones

♡ for a person who's built like a lamppost, hobie is shockingly graceful with his movements. he always slips around a room like a cat and miles is so jealous of that. long gangly limbs should be a deterrent from moving like That and yet here he is, practically pirouetting around miles for fun

♡ which is a total TRIP when they go out swinging around a city. once the mask is on, every movement hobie makes is chaotic, frantic and unpredictable. spiderpunk and hobie are very different people sometimes

♡ rio often points out hobie's thinness as a typical hispanic mom does ("jóven, pero tu 'ta tan flaco, hobie honey come eat! i have leftovers here!") and miles also agrees that hobie could eat a lil more too. he is always sneaking bits of food into hobie's pockets or bags, saving fries and last slices for his partner. sometimes hobie brings home armfuls of tupperware filled with caribbean food back to his boat

♡ in return, hobie is like a magpie and brings back shiny gifts for them, some handmade stuff too. miles' drawers and nightstand are filled with jewelry, bottles, knickknacks, and other handmade accessories. his walls are filled with collages and zines hobie makes for him and rio bought frames for some of the pieces he makes her

♡ the first person to say "i love you" was miles, but by accident. after realizing it, he was nervous as hell worrying that hobie would clown him to death since he didnt seem like a big romantic. instead, hobie went nuts about it in his own hobie way, writing lyrics about miles' face when he said it, doodling them together more often, teasing miles about it often but lightheartedly. he flaunts miles' love whenever he can

♡ miles has a lethal puppydog face and he KNOWS it! one 🥺 look and hobie immediately folds and gives miles whatever he wants. but not before hemming and hawing about it first, playing up his hesitation just to make miles laugh

♡ speaking of laughter, hobie does Thee Most just to see his bf laugh or smile. he will always goof off in the bg, crack jokes every 2 secs and pretend to get hurt sometimes. hobie is naturally sarcastic and goofs off in general anyways but around miles he dials it up to 200

♡ hobie tries to get miles in on the whole anarchism thing but 1. the texts and manifestos from his dimension are different than miles' and 2. miles is a teen boy. he doesn't know anything about the theory of alienation or effective mutual aid and won't really care at the moment. "mm, you'll learn all 'bout it soon enough, though... eventually," hobie muses

♡ miles is not as big on pet names as hobie is. hobie has like 24984 nicknames for miles but miles mostly sticks to just calling his partner by his name. one day during history class tho a lightbulb moment happens, and when they meet up again miles is excited

"hobie!! guess what, i really got it this time. i have a nickname that i know you're gonna love!"

"spill," hobie says as he throws an arm over miles' shoulders.

"so you always call me sunflower all the time, right? and your name is ho... bee. get it? so i was thinkin' i'm gonna call you 'honey bee' now. y'know, you're not the only one who's got corny ass nicknames! it's good, right?"

hobie has to fight not to grin like a jackass

♡ hobie's sleep schedule is atrocious so whenever miles can manage it, he tries to wrestle his partner into any bed and tucks him in. hobie is touched that his sunflower cares so much about him ♡

♡ miles almost never gets permission to sleep over other friends' houses but on the rare occasions he does, he leaps into portals and goes to visit hobie in his dimension. his fave part of New London is hobie's boat, bc they set up a big hammock for them to lay in, feeling the sway of the boat and letting it lull them to sleep. not to mention that the boat itself is totally badass, and hobie more often than not encourages miles to cover it in graffiti

♡ hobie lowkey (but highkey) loves when miles gets a little bossy, forceful or stern. he loves ribbing miles about it (the "ill do it, but not cuz you told me to" line in mumbattan was a total joke from hobie btw LOL) and saying corny shit in response to a demand, but he loves seeing miles being confident and calling the shots every once in a while. it makes him proud

♡ if they can, miles and hobie try to gather up as much food as they can and take it over to the F.E.A.S.T. that's in hobie's dimension. miles meets hobie's "family" there and gets to know the community, which feels so much more tight-knit and welcoming than Visions. once miles gets over the major jarring differences between his world and hobie's, he finds he LOVES New London

♡ miles and hobie teach each other slang from their countries and time periods, you can't change my mind. miles walks around saying shit like "bloody 'ell" and "septic" all the time. the one time hobie said "deadass" completely unironically, all of the spiderkids DIED laughing

♡ miles learns that EVERY spider is a total dweeb in some way shape or form. even hobie! hobie's awkwardness comes out when theyre in big groups of people. hobie is oddly comfy with performing in front of crowds but when he's invited to parties and tries mingling, it's so... sooo awkward. miles secretly rejoices when he finds out hobie's weakness

♡ i'm an adhd hobie truther and i hc that miles buys hobie the weirdest fidget toys he can get his hands on. along with his switchblade, jewelry, and whatever he stole that day, hobie carries various different fidget toys in his vest to keep boredom at bay

♡ hobie definitely writes songs for miles but takes a very very very long time to actually admit it. miles finally finds out when one of hobie's songwriting notebooks falls open when hanging out in his boat, and hobie comes clean about it. with miles' encouragement tho, hobie makes the decision to add some of those songs into the usual setlist his band performs

♡ if miles ever has time, he tries to attend whatever gig hobie and his band has going on. he loves to see hobie perform on stage, his energy and stage presence is always electrifying

[solar-pxwered]

BakuSquad On A Roadtrip

Driver. Refuses to allow stops for bathroom breaks. "You're the idiot who drank four Red Bulls in the first ten miles! Suffer." Plays steering wheel drums so hard that he swerves into the oncoming lane way too often. Screamo and heavy metal vocalist extraordinaire. Road rage that has everyone else in the vehicle laughing and terrified at the same time. Hates singing songs in rounds and will break-check them all if they start one.

Navigator. Calls shotgun months in advance. No GPS, he's all about the physical maps. Always keeping the mood positive. Soothes Bakugou's road rage (unless he's joining in). Favorite snack is dried apple chips and he'll eat SO MANY. Sings along to EVERY song, even if it's one he hates, and is particularly good at things like Nickelback and Daughtry with his gravelly voice. Always wants to play I Spy and other road trip games.

BRINGER OF SNACKS. Plays air guitar during any and every guitar solo in a song. Is the one who drank the four Red Bulls and is now suffering. Falls asleep on people's shoulders and drools in the later part of the trip. Knows every Backstreet Boys song and sings all the high notes as poorly as possible on purpose. Charges everyone's phones during the trip. Says "Are we there yet?!" every 30 minutes.

EATER OF SNACKS. Also drank four Red Bulls, but isn't suffering. Demands girl power and raunchy sex songs. Has a pile of pillows and blankets in the back of the vehicle where she lounges the entire ride. Adds "How about now?" after every time Kaminari asks if they're there yet. Kicks the back of Bakugou's seat and blames it on someone else. Points out weird signs or license plates before anyone else sees them.

Rap god. Literally knows, and can rap, every Eminem song perfectly. Too busy jamming out that he forgets about the snacks and by the time he remembers, Mina and Kaminari have eaten them all. Plays meme songs like "Double Rainbow" and "What's Going On" when he has music privileges. Had one Monster and now his entire body is shaking. Takes LOTS of selfies with everyone in the car.

Pretends not to be having fun, but she is. Is holding Kaminari's hand for the majority of the trip. Usually has control of the music, but plays things she knows each of them will like on a rotation. Sings perfectly, but will purposely sing terribly for fun. Eats an entire box of fruit snacks on the way. Always claims a window seat. Also kicks the back of Bakugou's seat and doesn't deny it at all when she is blamed. "I should have stayed home." but doesn't mean it.

[chaifootsteps]

I mean even if they do an anniversary pilot vid that sands off Stolas' rough edges or excludes him entirely, the worst thing he does is in Murder Family. The worst thing pilot!Stolas does is call Blitz's office on a frequent-ish basis and get a bit too graphic with his sex talk. Tbh the whole thing with him wanting Blitz to take out a hit on a human doesn't bother me that much because the pilot leant much more into having the demons behave like demons and treat morally questionable acts as normal

it really seems like no thought whatsoever was put into rewriting Stolas into the Stolas Did Nothing Wrong of s2 when the first impression he gives the viewer in the first proper episode of the show is coercing Blitz into monthly sex.

Viv is basically that meme with the car swerving and the sign pointing two directions - one direction is Have Stolas Grow and Change and Admit he Did Something Messed Up Like What Character Development Would Do and the other direction is Imply Blitz Is Responsible for Being Sexually Coerced by a Rich Noble to Keep his Business Going and we're currently taking a hard turn to the right. It's honestly pretty grim with how young some of the fanbase is

Exactly. Pilot Stolas is annoying and makes Blitz incredibly uncomfortable, but that's all he does. And because the last time they saw one another was when they had sex and it's a phone call, he has no way of knowing he's making Blitz as uncomfortable as he is.

Murder Family Stolas knows exactly what he's doing and how much danger Blitz is in, is told several times, and doesn't give the slightest hint of a shit. Murder Family Stolas is a fucking monster.

[fuctacles]

Brainrot provided by kidnapper bodycam footage and sunshine single parent/deliquent dynamic meme

Eddie has been in a rough patch. His band is struggling, his drug source is in hiding and he's barely supporting himself and his uncle.

So he thought to himself. What's the harm? Just this once, his father's skills may come to use. What's one rich fuck's car in the grand scheme of things?

He has a potential buyer and all he has to do is, well. Do it.

The shiny BMW is in a great condition and just begging to be stolen from the negligent owner. And who's Eddie to say no to a nice begging.

The car purrs into life under his practiced fingers (practiced on his own poor van of course) and he's peeling out of the parking lot before anyone can take notice.

He's sweating and shaking with anxiety so when he hears a grumble from behind him, he nearly swerves into the nearest light pole.

"Dad? Are you done?"

He looks into the mirror to find a curly haired child rubbing his eyes from a nap. He can feel the blood leave his face.

"You're not dad," the kid frowns when his eyes focus.

Eddie sighs. He was so, so close. Now he's just close to crying. He didn't know crime could backfire this fast.

"No," he admits, fingers tightening on the steering wheel. "But I'll bring you back as soon as possible."

[chaoticbuggybitchboy]

I’m too lazy to edit the meme but the swerving car one where the two options are going normal and finishing my other wip and retconning and then I swerve to add more angsty backstory instead

[thoughts-of-loyalty]

Okay, I'm feeling inspired to get some Nitpick Novembers going, so let's give this a whirl and see what I can get.

For what I think is my 11th Nitpick: that battle against Torchwick in the Mech in Volume 2 definitely resulted in casualties, right?

I mean, look at this:

Torchwick really sends those cars flying.

And I mean flying, like the occupants of the cars we see launched into the air would be lucky if they're able to walk again.

That said, all of this carnage is definitely on Torchwick, right? Our band of heroes were simply trying to deal with avoiding Torchwick here.

I mean, yeah...

So long as you don't count Sun and Blake sending a few cars swerving out of control as they leap to safety. But let's be fair to them, they were trying to escape Torchwick and they only caused a few cars to swerve, not actually crash. No harm intended.

Well, uh... there was also that large sheet of ice Weiss conjured up to trip up that mech. I mean, sure, we see the cars behind it trying to come to a stop to avoid it, but we never actually see if they succeed in that.

I'm surprised that nobody memes on this whole sequence in the fandom. Like, consider how us Resident Evil fans poke fun at the infamous Resident Evil: Vendetta zombie dog scene:

We see a total of three cars get messed up in that scene: one that was because of a dog leaping on top of the car, and two more because a zombie dog tumbled underneath them when Leon shot it (and let's be nice and ignore the question of how that could even happen). And sure, Leon shot down a sign and then grenaded it, but no one else was there behind him to get hit by it.

Leon caused some accidental collateral damage (and some deliberate, but that one didn't kill anyone), and the fanbase memed on Leon for causing more casualties than the dogs did. But by contrast, RW//BY was involved in a scene that caused way more damage, yet nothing from them.

Now that I think about it, was that whole carnage on the highway ever brought up again? Cuz if memory serves, the next episode was them preparing for the whole dance event, right? Kinda weird that that whole event isn't ever talked about, like you think that a mech rampaging across a highway would've at least been brought up at some point when Ozpin's group has their chats about indents (beyond Ruby referring to her lacking "bad guy catching record" in the episode Field Trip).

[emotionalmotionsicknessxx]

for the kiss meme. how about 36? thank you

Sure, this seems innocuous!

36 - Write a kiss that gives up control....

They rode in silence the entire way back. 

The steering wheel, a poor surrogate for Meg’s neck, strained against his death grip as the shaking Cadillac hurtled into the night. She called it a “piece-of-shit car,” an insult he could usually ignore. Not on a night like this. 

“Erik…”

He did not respond. He could hear the leather of the passenger seat complain against her shifting body weight. 

“Erik, you can’t stay like this all night. Talk to me.”

It was a mistake, bringing her. He should have seen this coming the minute Meg Giry danced into his college office with a credit deficit and a half dozen lemon donuts - 

Idiot. 

He lived his life through a finite set of principles that kept air in his lungs, kept his pen moving, kept the lights on, and, most importantly, kept him totally and utterly alone. Long ago he learned it was better that way, simpler, more sustainable to keep a ragged heart like his beating. 

But then she came in his office begging for a letter, for admission to the senior showcase she was disastrously under-qualified for, and he found himself caught by her pleading eyes and halting way she delivered her acute condemnations of his behavior, the behavior of the university at large, and the rest of the world. 

“Erik, we can talk about it. It’s me…”

It was her, that was the problem. It was always her and her stupid visits at office hours and the way she found old records of lost recordings and brought them to him, a person who did not get presents, never got presents. It was her who was the only one who could keep up with his rapid-fire notes on her work, the only one who didn’t complain to the department that he was “overly harsh” or “better suited to directing inmates than grad students.” The only person who listened to him. 

And listened she had. The sequins of her gala dress scratched against the beige carseat. She had been right, of course, she could do the showcase, could bind them to her with her dance and her passion. She had always been technically brilliant; now the world saw her heart as well. 

He had seen it too. Seen it and needed to never be parted from it. Needed her to consume him, more than she already had. Own him, if she so desired, a dog with a bird at her feet. 

The hand that skated over his on the steering wheel (10 and 2, never wavering, no, no wavering now. Come on, Erik) electrified him further and he pulverized his back molars even more, eyes blurring on the two yellow lines rising to meet them on the old back road under headlights. He shouldn’t even know the way to her apartment, shouldn’t have offered her those late night rides, shouldn’t have done any of it. It was an exercise in control, and he had lost. He would not again. 

“Please,” he hissed. 

“Ah, so the great maestro speaks!” 

He cursed himself for saying anything at all. It only served to spurn her closer to him in the racing, sputtering car. He could smell the bergamot on her perfume, the honey of her long-since-consumed lozenge. She had gotten closer, her blonde hair tossed over one shoulder, her lips sheathed in a deep maroon so close to his own gnarled mouth beneath the mask. He had never kissed someone with lipstick on, would the makeup stain his own, cursed lips like his, marking them as her own, forever –?

“ERIK LOOK OUT!”

The little hands yanked the steering wheel from his grasp and turned, narrowly swerving from the pit of headlights careening toward them. He hit the breaks; She overcorrected, narrowly avoiding the tree line that edged the road. 

He heard her laughter first, then his own, his hands stuck on the steering wheel a moment before they were wrapped in her hair, pressing her to him. 

She tasted like honey. 

a/n forgot that this was partially inspired by this photo from Phantom Thread, the most Erik adjacent movie

[magnolia-sunrise]

ok.. as i am greedy, a few more numbers for the ask meme!!

this time for bastien :) 23, 27,28, 34

hihi thank you 3 am visitor to my inbox!!

ask meme

23. What do they feel guilty for that the other person(s) doesn’t / don’t even remember?

smaller things first - misgendering Élise a few times when they first started working together always makes him wince a bit, a bunch of people he ghosted in college after sleeping with them once, damaging one of Matteo's cars drunk driving and swerving off the road when they were younger (Matteo forgot like five minutes after finding out, Bastien still often feels deeply ashamed)

the big one is the plot relevant sequence of events and decisions- finally rejecting Wolf's advances despite his actual desires, leading to Wolfgang disappearing off the face of the earth for over week, leading to Bastien finding the clinic on fire and their lifeless body inside, leading to some of the worst months of his life. it's not that Wolfgang doesn't remember, they have trouble piecing it all together in sequence at first but they absolutely don't fault Bastien for anything he did even after having the whole picture. meanwhile Bastien will carry that guilt to his grave

27. What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?

fsfhs i can imagine a lifetime of bad and thoughtless gifts to the point they never really expect much of anyone else. one of the worst was probably getting a really fancy dinner jacket and trousers from Matteo that were intentionally tailored two sizes smaller to be "aspirational". Bastien likely tried his best to fake a smile and thank him while putting it somewhere deep in his closet to never be seen again.

28. What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?

actually telling people his desires out loud is a Whole Problem He Needs to Work On but i think in passing he would voice some platitudes like "i just want a peaceful stable life" or "i just want to help people" and only one of those is true.

34. How do they greet someone they like / love?

something like this

[rreskk]

Idk if you know this meme : someone's saying "I'm the bad guy", another answer "Say that again, I like it" and the first one can't say anything else because she is confused Well I thought about a Trevor x reader where reader where Reader just has a "friendly" relationship with Trevor but where Reader seems to have a lot of confidence in herself and therefore swings dirty phrases or jokes. But when Trevor decides to respond, she doesn't know what to say because she is completely inexperienced. That makes Trevor laugh and he decides to fix it 👀

A/N: Brilliant idea! Sorry this took some days to make. I wanted to make sure it was good :)

Summary: Trevor always knew you lacked experience... He pretended he didn't know.

TW: SMUT

You and Trevor were walking back from a bar, kicking pebbles down the road towards sunset as the most odd of conversations appeared. Your relationship was hard to pin. Without anything else to discuss or talk about, in the heat of the moment (the alcohol taking over), you began sprinting down the crumbled road while yelling at Trevor to race you…

You immediately regretted the decision when you crossed the road to cheat and a car swerved right into you. The driver’s skill to spin past and miss you by an inch made Trevor pause and cackle. The car horn almost busted your eardrums and you jumped out of the way, landing on the grass when the out of control car struggling down the road.

Trevor jogged over to meet you while laughing his ass off, pointing a finger like a kid. You huffed and patted yourself off before noticing how out of breath he was. A large smirk smothered your red face.

“You are panting already? I can’t imagine you last long in bed.”

It was completely common for you both to approach sexual encounters as a joke. While others call this flirting, you denied and protested this to be friendly banter.

He mocked your laugh. “Are you speaking from experience?”

Trevor’s eyes glowed brightly as soon he’s exposed to the sunset lights. His brown colour turned into an amber tint. It reminded you of warmth and comfort. After being hypnotised by his eyes, Trevor decided to escalate this ‘banter’.

“Someone’s staring too hard, ay?” He snickered.

You quickly played it off when realising how long you really were staring into him.

“I wasn’t staring! And what? What experience?” You laughed to fire up the humorous atmosphere. It got so intense that you felt a strong feeling in your lower stomach.

Trevor raised an eyebrow. “You’ve never had sex?”

You didn’t know if he wanted to humiliate you- whether it wanted to or not- he successful did. You grew bright crimson red.

“Of course I’ve had sex, dumbass.” Your voice wobbling at how intimate this is going.

“Who’s the lucky guy then?” He remarked. Although you were walking side by side, you could imagine how sickly wide his grin is, but you can’t find yourself to see. You could tell her was waiting for you to glance over.

You excused him with your limb hand. “No one you would know…”

You heard him scoff in disbelief. It made you nervous as when you usually hear this noise, he is about to control the situation.

“Oh really? I’m not convinced.” Trevor cooed. He began walking ahead, leaving you behind like a pathetic slum; wanting you to work hard to defeat him in this line of intimacy and ‘banter’.

Your legs unmanaged to reach his speed.

“I am not a virgi-“ You paused as he turned around and gave you a knowing look. “You know what? This conversation is over.”

The bluntness and seriousness of your tone seemed amusing for Trevor who heartedly stopped and waited for you to catch up.

“There is no need to get all snappy at me, sugar. I’ve known you for some time now…” He chimed out loud before chuckling to himself. “I know you are inexperienced.”

A spiral of embarrassment and humanisation overfilled your guts. The last thing you could feel physically would be the need to vomit.

“Trevor…” You tried to say.

He stopped you with a hand. The dominance he has to execute all banter and cut ties with your confidence. His forehead almost touched yours.

“Not so cocky now, aren’t you? How about I show you how long I can really last?”

You grunted when you felt his hand wrap itself from under your shirt, exploring your exposed back. The edgy feeling to his fingers, the firm tension as he touched your back muscles, inspecting their capacity.

“Trevor, not here.” You whispered.

The man breathed out a low giggle. You felt your face scrunch up as you got the taste of his scent.

“No one is around.” Trevor rejoiced with a hint of desperation.

You knew he had more to say as his mouth withered closer to your right ear.

“Virgin or not, I’ve always wanted to get a taste of you.”

A whimper left your tongue and like goo, your spaghetti legs trembled under his touch. Trevor held you close and the heat from his stomach warmed you like the sun did to his eyes.

“Lean against that wall.” He ordered in a rough voice, already guiding you with this body weight.

Your stomach pressed against the brick wall and Trevor’s fingers peeled off your trousers. How fast this had escalated, you trusted him to take good care of you. The way he is cradling your body made you wish you had touched him sooner.

Trevor kissed your neck lovingly before adjusting his large bulge. “Tell me when you are ready.” He smirked.

You gulped and prepared yourself. “I’m ready.”

He grinded himself slowly between your ass, taking in the way you respond. Trevor knew you had sexual relations before, but he loved the way you hadn’t experienced anything so intimate.

The moment he entered, you both yelped and moaned. Your hands were pressed against the cold wall, digging your fingers with every thrust he did. Trevor’s mouth occupied your neck and closest cheek, smothering sloppy kisses and brittle bite marks.

“Fuck, Trevor!” You hushed yourself by covering your mouth to refrain any attention to you both.

He snickered at your carefulness. Trevor began thrusting faster, wailing out monstrous moans that completes your insides. His hands gripped harder around your waist and watched you juggle back and forth from the wall to his stomach, panting like he did before.

“See how long I’m lasting baby!” He whined in a voice of ecstasy. His mouth had found itself buried in your hair, struggling to keep it together.

Although he isn’t proving his point, you realised it was his way of finding his way to you… That fucking bastard.

“Fuck!” You hissed when approaching your climax.

Trevor had his tongue hanging out like a dog.

“Harder!” You demanded.

One more thrust and you exploited his dick by reaching your climax, painting him in cum. Trevor whined so hard that the moment he pulled out, he came all over your lower back that it dropped onto your ass and the floor.

You were panting and gasping for air while Trevor held you from behind, his hands meeting with your stomach and sweaty face hiding in your neck. Your trousers were still trapping your ankles but this second, you couldn’t care. His embrace was so warm that you wished he meant what he did.

“Trevor…” You sighed.

He nodded his head.

“This better not be a first and only thing.” You chuckled nervously as his embrace grew longer and tighter.

His mouth moved against your skin. “Sugar, I’ll happily see your everyday.”  

[curiosity-killed]

have decided to make memes to celebrate when I finish a chapter. happy chapter twenty-eight to meee

[ALT ID: Four memes edited to refer to my manuscript.

Clockwise from upper left: Left Exit 12 meme edited to read "Be chill for once" and "Make a cult around a 21-year old" with the car swerving toward the latter labeled "Arradine."

Draw 25 uno meme edited to read "actually talk about relationship expectations and boundaries" and the guy with 25 cards labelled "Callebero."

Little girl disaster meme with the burning house labelled "Callebero's trust and happiness" and the girl labelled "Valyn, dying."

One Does Not Simply Walk Into Mordor Boromir meme labeled "One does not simply return from the dead without consequences."]

[athetos]

re: uwu-ification of mental illness— do you ever scream about how “intrusive thoughts” have become misused in mainstream? like all these videos like “the intrusive thoughts won” when really they mean the IMPULSIVE thoughts. like fam when I have impulsive thoughts I buy something online, when I have intrusive thoughts I’m thinking about swerving my car into oncoming traffic (and even then I question if those are truly intrusive thoughts?) anyway my point is THEY ARE VERY DIFFERENT

Yes yes all the time! It makes me so angry to see people confuse the two when theyre very different. I think nearly everyone has both impulsive and intrusive thoughts but it is the severity and frequency that can make them atypical… I remember way back there was this meme floating around about intrusive thoughts. I can’t remember the specifics but it would be shit like “me: trying to do my job. My intrusive thoughts: playing one direction on repeat” or some shit like that. It was just so annoying and frustrating to see all the time. I wish my intrusive thoughts were just having bad music stuck in my head, damn.

[fates-theysband]

that one car swerve meme but the straight road is "sub to the jrwi patreon and listen to the rest of bitb" and the exit is "download the episode and make a compilation of all the lines that made you go 😳"

[seagull-scribbles]

What's vectors love language for the ask meme

[ask meme here]

He's not big on materialist things but food is an obvious one

He likes making people laugh or if they make him laugh! Life's so short it's all about the good memories and spending time with people:

listening to music, splashing in puddles, swerving the car on an empty road like it's dancing to the radio, drawing on the sidewalk with the kids, learning to play a new sport- life is short and it is so easy to let it consume you with worry and stress, it's all about making the most of what you've got no matter how little

[tryan-a-bex]

[image description: user Scottish mushroom used the Left Exit 12 meme to portray a recent Neil Gaiman ask. Top caption: Fandom: what’s your favourite line from Good Omens? Main route on the highway is labelled: an actual line from Good Omens. The highway exit is labelled: The invisible and unbreakable one that joins Crowley and Aziraphale. The car swerving off the highway onto the exit is labelled: Neil Gaiman.

Reblogged by user tryana bex who added the Distracted boyfriend meme. The jealous girlfriend is labelled: Good Omens canon. The distracted boyfriend is labelled: The Fandom. The girl in the red dress who has caught the boyfriend’s attention is labelled: Neil Gaiman’s favourite line.]

[yesterdayiwrote]

All along I’ve fought with two very contradictory thoughts since that Bradley quote and it being resinded.

The first one being that it’s not hard to believe that Toto wants George out in favour of Max. It’s been the guys dream for months.

The second one being is if they want him out why are they so panicked?? It’s giving those kinda vibes. They’ve spent ages dismissing George, letting him be hated, and making a joke out of him with those bloody memes.

It could be absolutely nothing, but it’s also very interesting that George’s manager is in the paddock recently.

I’m so not looking forward to another season with a rubbish car and the possibility of my driver being out of a seat, so might swerve next year.

So I will start with saying George's manager is always in the paddock. I question his usefulness as a manager, and I'm not sure what it is that he actually does, but he's always been hanging around in the background, it's not exclusive to this season and it's the same with a lot of drivers.

I think it's a very difficult line with the meme thing. George is trying to grow his personal brand, and I think Mercedes have been very lax in helping him do that so far. The memes are a double edged sword though, because they are endearing him to people and helping him to go someway with that, but, yes, there's a counter argument that it leads people to not take him seriously. Mercedes need to give him a car that lets him perform well on track because, honestly, he can do both. It doesn't have to be an either or scenario.

I think Toto takes George for granted, and I do find the way he speaks about him to be very odd sometimes. When you consider the way he reacted to James Vowles comments about Mick, it often to me doesn't sound like he has George's back in the same way he does other people. I think some of that is the age and manner in which he met George. He still sees him as a child and has yet to make the transition into treating him as an adult and an equal and to show him the respect he deserves. And if I'm being TOTALLY honest, I think that letter could played a part in the weird 180 their relationship took this year...

[digbymayor]

Please does anyone have that one post of a big tournament from around the world to defeat joe biden, the russian guy gets his head exploded instantly it had the car swerve meme please help