#the path to hell

[drenched-in-sunlight]

i love the DLC man

[shrimpricebowl]

oh thank god

[starfruitssmoothie]

they have literally taken over my life my brain is empty except for them

[shanastoryteller]

i'm going to move on from supernatural posting, i swear to god, but first i'm going to talk about ep 9x07 bad boys

the episode itself is fine and good (i mean it's another example of dean having a support network while sam can't have anyone and dean keeping secrets while when sam does it it's the worst betrayal ever but that's not what this is about and sometimes i think about what this show did two earnest, loving traumatized characters by turning them into the most tragic versions of themselves and - ok, this really isn't what this post is about)

but fandom interpretation of this episode actually drives me up a wall because it does a disservice to literally every character

one, john did not leave them without enough money for food. dean gambled it and lost it. there's nothing in canon to say that john was taking longer than expected, that they were running out of money, none of that. dean gambled food money and lost it and then tried to steal to make up for it. he was 16 when this happened and it was a bad decision but i don't think he should be at all vilified for this. he made a dumb mistake and then tried to fix it with another dumb mistake. john was right to be mad and sam was also right to tell him that he shouldn't beat himself up about it. just like with shtriga - yeah, dean was climbing the walls stuck in that hotel room. but you know who else was stuck in that hotel room? sam. and he didn't get a break to go play at the arcade. again, i'm not blaming dean here, he shouldn't have been stuck taking care of his brother that young and he was a kid and john leaving his his children behind while hunting a child eater, whether he was using them for bait or not, is crazy. but dean stealing food wasn't about john's neglect and all the sacrifices dean had to make for sam. it was about him trying to fix his fuck up

two, and this is the one that really gets me, dean didn't go back with john because he had to take care of sam

listen. listen to me. i am speaking from experience when i say this

parentified siblings are still, first and foremost, siblings. especially with only 4 years between them. the show shameless i think did an absolutely excellent job with this and is why i love the first few seasons of it so much. fiona is without a doubt parentified, she is raising those kids, but she's also clearly their sister not their mother

i know later seasons dean and fandom like to make it seem like dean literally raised sam and john was just a background figure but like. that's not realistic, and frankly doesn't even make sense

the reason dean leaves sonny and goes with john isn't because he feels like he has to keep him sam safe. it's isn't because he feels like he has to raise him. it's because he loves him

you are reducing dean to the most pathetic woe is me archetype with this interpretation and ridding him of all his rich loyalty and care and love to saddle him instead with comparatively flat duty. dean is more than sam's caretaker. he's his brother

there's also no reason for dean to feel this way. he just massively fucked up in taking care of sam - that's why he's with sonny in the first place. john has alternate people to take care of sam when he can't do it himself, as he has just proven, and while i don't think we should turn a couple teenage mistakes into making dean incapable, dean absolutely would - and did! he carries every fuck up regarding sam with him! so right now he's really, really low when it comes to his own estimation to take care of sam and leaving sonny because of that doesn't make any sense

but he looks at his brother and is reminded how much he missed him and loves him and realizes staying means he loses his brother. the good and the bad. so he goes, because he loves sam more than anything else

this is also why sam leaving for stanford cuts him so deep. that's why this moment is a parallel to that rather than being unrelated. stanford isn't about sam leaving dean even though he has a duty to care of him, because he doesn't. dean's 22 and at this point is always hunting with their father so there's no reason for sam to believe his presence is necessary for either john or dean's safety

no, dean's mad because he chose his love for his brother over a normal life and sam didn't

(sam didn't want to choose at all but this isn't about him)

anyway. dean fucks up sometimes and john sucks but not quite in the ways fandom thinks and dean loves his brother past reason or sense

[bicheetopuff]

Oh nothing, just the symbolism of class a protecting and encouraging Deku but Katsuki being the one running by his side and pushing him forward cuz he’s who Izuku views as a symbol of victory. A high five from Ochaco to remind him of their mutual desire to save their respective villains and a push from Katsuki that reminds him that he needs to win before he can save.

[its-leethee]

2x08 // 6x01 framing that torments mee

[celestialowlryx]

Thousands of years ago, humans had nothing. We were starving and wretched, and helpless. There was famine and disease, and there was war and fighting over the few resources that we could get our grubby little hands on. Life was pain and struggle. Aaravos believed in humans when all the other elves and dragons thought we were worthless, stupid, dirty animals! Aaravos believed we could be better. So he gave us magic!

[peonysgreenhouse]

least gay path to nowhere moment

[musical-chick-13]

This is the only thing I'm going to say about the election until it's over:

Anyone who did not vote for Harris or who attempted to dissuade people from voting for Harris, you are indirectly responsible for whatever shit Donald Trump does if he gets elected. That blood is primarily on his hands, yes. But it is also on yours. I hope you can live with that because I sure as hell wouldn't be able to.

[cheesecake801]

Casually dropping all my unfinished digital submas pieces (+1 bonus traditionnal sketch of wurmple and staraptor)

[evilkitten3]

one pet peeve of mine in founders-era fanfics is when madara's whole,,,, everything is solved by izuna just being there

like maybe this is just me, but i don't think izuna surviving or even coming around to the idea of a truce with the senju would've been enough to keep madara from the path he ended up on.

izuna wasn't the reason he left - he was definitely part of madara's issues, but he wasn't the why. even if izuna had stuck around, and even if that had been enough to keep the uchiha clan from losing their faith in madara, i think he would've still come to realize konoha wasn't what he'd hoped it would be.

best case scenario, i think izuna's survival might've caused madara to stick around a bit longer, but i don't think it would've lasted. honestly, even then, that might've just made the inevitable break-up between madara and hashirama even more agonizing (particularly for izuna)

it's a fun idea to play around with for sure, but frankly i don't think canon!madara could've ever been 'saved' from that path. certainly not if the hidden village system ended up getting set up in the same way.

[columboscreens]

[the-copycat-hero]

i like to think that Monoma ends up enlisting the help of Hatsume Mei to construct a uniform somewhere down the line because he needs one capable of accommodating any conceivable type of quirk and she is one of the only people innovative enough to deliver

they are both two different flavors of crazy but they would work So Well together it's actually wild

[glasscupsss]

right…….bc azriel did not want to *canonically* eat tf out of elains pussy……..that’s not canon at all🎅

or when he saved her from hybern🙄

or when he gave her tt🤨

or when he took the potatoes from her and made everyone wait for her to sit🤮

or when she made him blush😨

or the multiple times he is the only one to express concern for her well being😒

or when they got each other meaningful gifts for solstice😠

or the fact they were both the last people to hold nyx in acosf (i promise you guys that is significant, i’m an english major trust me)😟

or when feyre literally said they would look good together😃

or when she said azriel might suit elain’s needs better than lucien😰

or when nesta found out his secret🥱

no, none of that is canon at all🤯

[billys-slutcherson]

'And I Saw Sparks' 18+ MDNI

Mike Schmidt x Gen!Reader

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Oneshot:

Following the failed garden camping and being drenched by the storm, Mike just wanted you to stay. More than that, he wanted you, to kiss you. Begging for more, confessing all of his pent-up need for you and only you.

Tags:

Shameless Smut, Awkward Romance, Unresolved Romantic Tension (Or I suppose resolved now?), Kissing, Neck Kissing, Handjobs, Sloppy Blowjobs, Semi-Rough Sex, Spit, Creampie

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Just want to preface this: This is purely smut and a follow-up to a writing that I did - 'It's You I Hold Onto' - You don't need to read this, but, if you wanted a side of slow-burn or fluff with your smut, here you go:

https://www.tumblr.com/billys-slutcherson/757009896363442176/its-you-i-hold-on-to?source=share

Words: 2,392

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Before you knew it, Mike had a hold of your waist, still kissing you. As if starved. You knew he was deprived of touch. You longed to change that. Your hands found his face to hold it in your embrace. He was breathless pressing you against that front door. Unaware his grip was rough, fingertips curling under his rain-soaked hoodie that you still wore. Both of you were still drenched from the storm.

“Hmph... can we uh...” Tilting his head back in the direction of his bedroom, You blushed for only a moment and gave an almost too-quick nod, as his hand released your waist. One grasping at your wrist. There was a look of longing, yet also nervousness in his stare. As he pulled you towards him. Walking backwards briefly. Unable to tear his eyes from your body.

Mike pulled you into the dark room. Nudging the door shut quietly. He sort of froze up after he closed it. A small gap between you both. As you whispered his name.

“Mike? Everything ok?…” So softly the words fell from your lips. He seemed to only nod, sighing softly as if frustrated. You closed that gap. Pressing chest to chest with him. Your fingers pushed back his wet curls. Till you could see his soft dark eyes. So tired. Mike's head rested back into the door as you looked at him with yearning.

“Do… you still?” You began. Quickly shut down as he stammered. “I do I just… I haven’t… it’s been… a while” Mike was turning pink. You understood as you stroked the side of his neck. Reassuring. “That’s ok…” Leaning to kiss him again. Slow, gentle even, losing your fingertips in his hair as you grazed his wet skin.

You guided him back to the edge of the bed. Mike was against your lips as you did. Clumsily he fell onto the mattress. Propped up on his elbows. As you leaned over him. The kisses shared were needy, tongue teasing past his lips desperate to taste more, soon slipping into his mouth colliding with his own. He was melting under you. You tried to go slow and yet failed miserably. As your hand etched down his damp T-shirt and over the front of his jogging bottoms. Resting against his crotch. You felt how the fabric was splayed, strained against his growing bulge. He whined a ‘sorry’ that made you laugh by accident. Shaking your head. “It’s… Mike, it’s fine… I, want this.” You cooed, the huskiness in your voice made Mike shiver. Grazing your hand over his erection, your touch more insistent the harder he became. Leaning closer, your breath washing over his skin, working your kisses along his jaw. Mike's desperation was evident as he cursed under his breath, hot to touch as his hips rocked into your touch. Warm breaths spilt into the air above him. Shifting your hand, tracing your fingers over the waistband. His hips jolted slightly. Your hand was soon pushed underneath the material. Reaching to caress his length through his boxer shorts.

Unable to see him fully, not yet. Taken aback by the girth, how it twitched within the confines of your hand. Throbbing, for you. Mike's lips parted again as his head rolled back. “Please… don’t stop…” He murmured weakly. Slipping your hand free you heard him whine defiantly. Mike, needy?! His eyes snapped to yours. "Just... patience..." You mocked through laughter. As you dragged his joggers past his knees and dropped down in front of him. Nudging his legs apart, helping him kick the remainder free. Soon leaning your arms against his thighs. Teasing the boxers down till his cock sprang free from the wet fabric. He shuddered involuntarily as the cold air hit his sensitive length. You took him softly in the embrace of your hand. Slowly stroking his twitching cock. Already, his pre-cum started to spill. Then quickly your name fell from his lips in a hushed moan. Your hand then swiftly started to pump up and down the length of his cock. Catching some more of that pre-cum as you glazed it over him like lube. You caught how his fists bunched the sheets under him. He was so pretty when he moaned. Mike seemed at ease for the first time. Without much warning your tongue darted against the underside of his sack. Dragging from there, all the way to the tip. You gawped at him as he shifted with a grunt.

“Fuck…” Mike hissed. Eyes flickering open. Gasping at you, chest rising and falling as he grunted. One of his hands released the sheets shakily. Your tongue swirled over his pink strained tip. You watched how flustered he looked. Apprehensively, Mike reached to drag his rough fingers through your hair. As you closed your eyes softly. Sinking your mouth over his tip. Taking him so excitedly, your lips stretching to force the girth to fit. For all you ever wanted, to touch him to kiss him you never pictured this. And fuck did it feel good. Your tongue caressed as you sank down to his base. Almost with too much ease for him to cope. Pulling back, swirling your tongue over his swollen head, tasting every ounce of his pre-cum. Though you felt him tug softly at your hair. Though it didn’t deter your teasing. You could taste the salt of his excitement. His relief. Mike's low hushed grunts filled your ears. He sounded beautiful. Soft little pleas escaped him in breathy gasps. More so when you engulfed his length once more. Finding a rhythm that only quickened with each of his groans and hums. Drooling over him, your spit pooled at the core.

He was quickly unravelling for you. Mike's thighs clenched under your touch and his back arched as his cock sank further into your throat. Your drool leaked from the corner of your lips. You wanted nothing more than him. Your mind was clouded with lust. Feeling how he started to thrust into your mouth. Gagging slightly from him stretching your throat to fit, he pulled your hair tighter. Your eyes rolled open. Catching him staring down at you. His skin was wet, no longer from just the rain, but sweat dribbling down his temple as he watched himself disappear in and out of your mouth. Biting on his lower lip so hard you swore it might bleed. Dustings of pink over his freckles.

“Stop…” He rasped. You slowed your sucking and he stuttered again. “No, you need to stop I’m going to…” Mike groaned. As he tore your lips away from his cock whining. “It’s okay… Mike… I want it…” You cooed, pressing your lips back over the tip of in defiance, as he shook his head quickly.

“No… no, I… I need to feel you…” It came out more like a beg than he’d intended though he resigned to it as he hummed. “Bend over the bed for me?…” You nodded desperately. Tearing your mouth from his cock. Watching the strands of spit and pre-cum lace over his thighs like webs. You grinned up at him. Not bothering to wipe your lips. You stood up and tried to tug his damp hoodie off of your body when he reached gently catching the hem. “Keep it on… you look…" He was hesitating again but finally groaned. "So fucking good in it…” Then he was laughing shamefully as he said it. The heat in your face rose. You shifted quickly to the edge of the bed and he observed. Dragging his thumb over his lips. Watching you. He couldn't control it anymore. Quickly, you felt Mike gripping his arms around your waist and one of his hands slithering to caress your throat. Merely touching, tracing his thumb up and down.

“I’ve wanted you… for so long… so fucking long...” He murmured against your earlobe. Kissing the nape of your neck. Your legs could have buckled beneath you there and then. He can't just confess that. It wrecked you. The way he kneaded at you with his large hands. And how his arousal pressed firm and bare against your ass. Rubbing on the fabric of your jeans he groaned.

“I want you, Mike..” You whined and you swore it nearly broke him. Mike couldn't control the throaty little grunt that flooded the shell of your ear as he reached for the button on your jeans and quickly undid it, the sound of your zipper flying downwards. Mike pressed the small of your back till you were bent in place. Hooking his fingers into the belt loops and tugging them down. Stroking your rear through your underwear, as he quickly yanked them till they were around your ankles.

Quickly you kicked them off. The action was clumsy, feeling a little laugh escape you. It seemed to ease Mike's shaky demeanour. You couldn’t tell if he was desperate, overwhelmed or perhaps both as you peeked back at him over your shoulder. Sliding your legs apart to balance he stroked your hind softly. Touching himself as he did. Mike's fist clutched around his length as he stroked softly. Wetting his lips at the sight of you. Before easing closer. Lifting your hips gently, his rough callous hands caressing the skin as gently as he could bear.

Mike slid his length against your tight entrance a few times. Catching your eyes in his. Mike stepped back a little. Crouching down. Hunching over a little he leaned till you felt his breath against that begging fuckhole. Keeping his eyes on yours, he let his tongue hang from his mouth like an animal, slathering it against your opening. Causing only for you to tighten and gasp, his hand patting your butt cheek softly. Lifting his head some, and spitting over that hole, letting the drool drip down from it.

You were shaking. "Mike... fuck me, please." You pleaded. He nodded, so deeply red as he returned more upright, though still hunching over you.

He readjusted, prodding at your entrance. Wordlessly, he eased his hips forward, spreading you open around his tip. “Fuuuck-... y-you're so damn tight, baby...“ He groaned. The way that 'baby' rolled from his lips like honey made you whimper on the spot. You felt as he filled you, stretching you around his thick shaft. Just the tip for now, as he pulled back ever so slightly. Much to your dismay. Before plunging back inside. This time deeper. Causing you to muffle your cries of relief. One of his hands planted on the mattress. The other was tangled around your waist. Reaching to touch you between your thighs. As he pressed into your begging hole, deeper. Mike’s warm breath washing between your shoulder blades. Fucking deeply into you. Rougher with each thrust.

“You feel so fucking… good… fuck…” Mike whined. He wasn’t going to last. You didn’t care. All you wanted was this. You were clenching against him. Unable to control how much you pulsated around his girth. Arching back into his motions. Shamefully direct in what you needed. As he curved in and out of you. His bare cock leaking slightly again. Desperate to last. Cursing himself as he felt himself edging too close already. His hand pressed the small of your back into an arch. All you could think about was how unbelievable he felt inside you. How well he stretched you. The grunts that left him turning you on in such a messy way. Mike moaned into the air. His head was thrown back as his fingertips kneaded against your hip. Bruisingly tight as he was fighting release. You were almost on the edge of orgasm.

Stuttering, Mike tried to speak. He stammered. “Close?…” Desperation in his tone. He was so cute holding back like that for you. You whined with a strangled little noise escaping you. The tip of his cock grinding inside of your body tightly. Against that tender soft spot, you felt close to blacking out. It felt that good. Clawing at the bed sheets you balled the fabric into your fists. He hummed out. Pleading with you.

“Cum for me… Baby, let me make you cum…” Mike grunted. Raking his nails over your soft skin, till it left faint red lines. That was it. It felt almost debilitating, burying your face in the sheets as you saw stars across your vision. Eyes fluttering shut. Cumming for him. Staining his sheets messily. The clenching and pulsating of your walls around him was too much for Mike as he let out a heaving grunt. Unable to pull out on time as you fucked your hips back into his. His cock filled you. Creaming inside of you, rope after rope of pent-up desire pumping deep into your core. He was arched over your body gripping at your waist. Squeezing at your sensitive skin haphazardly. Feeling every spill of his cum pouring into you. Mike's hold was so tight. As he steadied himself. Feeling his wet load leak against his own skin as it dripped out of you.

“Fuck… sorry... I tried to...” He hissed. As you breathlessly laughed. “Shut … up… It felt... so right.” You hummed. Hearing him scoff in return made it all the sweeter. Mike's forehead pressed into your back as he tried to catch his breath. His hips were grinding softly. Insatiably so, but you knew how tender he was as when you reciprocated, he rasped shyly. Tugging himself free, with a messy 'popping' noise. Shivering you as you felt his cum spill down the backs of your thighs, listening to his heavy exhale, shifting to roll onto your back so you could see him. You were more than a little dishevelled, however, Mike looked at you like you were angelic, bouncing down on the mattress beside you. A silence in the air, only broken by the sound of you both catching your breath. Hearing as he swallowed heavily, his fingertips traced against your wrist. Coarse like wood grain, though soothing all the same. Tracing deliberately on your inner palm, before lacing through your fingers. Compelled to, you rolled closer, moving to your side as you watched him. His shy eyes drifted to yours. A shared little smile between you, pressing your lips to his shoulder. Mike's eyes never left you.

"You are so beautiful..." Mike muttered.

“So are you…” You purred.

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Tada! Happy anniversary to FNAF, by absolutely FREAKING it with Mike Schmidt!

This is my first time writing !GenReader, so be gentle. I did a lot of revisions on it to make sure it was what I wanted (and hopefully something everyone can enjoy!)

Mike Schmidt, you have my heart and I will re-watch FNAF a thousand more times before the 2nd comes out.

（づ￣3￣）づ╭🩵～🤍

after two fluff's in a row obviously i was returning to my sinful ways, duh

[blue-rose-soul]

For hazbin hotel au: what if alastor arrives at young age? Let say an incident which both he and his ma die at same time but because of his heritage, he got sent to hell, forced to survive in the streets until he meet Charlie and the rest of the hotel residents. How do you think will happen if he meet Lucifer?

Oh, so an AU of the AU? Sounds fun! Let me think...

Well, my first thought is that Alastor's demon form would be fairly different, since it's so closely tied into the manner in which he died. Buuuuut... I really like him as a deer demon, so I'm going to handwave that away. I'm also going to have him keep his powers associated with radio, despite him not yet having become a radio host, with the justification that listening to the radio shows together with Nicaise and making her laugh by perfectly imitating the radio man's accent were such fond memories for him they carried over to his demon form.

Ultimately, this version of Alastor still becomes the Radio Demon. But unlike the Alastor who died as an adult, nobody knows what the Radio Demon looks like. He's a mystery, known only for his radio broadcasts and striking down Overlords from the shadows. So when this little red kid with deer ears shows up on Charlie's doorstep introducing himself as the Radio Demon, she and Vaggie are understandably skeptical.

That skepticism dies when he blasts Sir Pentious's airship right out of the sky.

Alastor still brings in Niffty and Husk - two of the only people who know who the Radio Demon really is - still fixes up the building, and still acts as the facility manager. But everyone involved in the hotel keeps his identity a secret, at his request.

When Lucifer arrives at the hotel, he's in sheer disbelief that the hotel's manager is this tiny kid. Never mind Alastor frequently pointing out that he's around a hundred years old now. That doesn't really clarify anything for Lucifer who's several millennia old. He's less of a condescending jerkass to Alastor at first, seeing him as a kid, but Alastor doesn't take kindly to being treated like a child. So Alastor does what Alastor does and prods under Lucifer's armor. He starts throwing himself at Charlie, hanging off her arm, acting like a precocious kid and interrupting Lucifer's attempts to bond with her while shooting the King of Hell smug looks.

Charlie finds it a bit weird given Alastor usually acts more like an adult, but she does think it's kind of cute so she allows it. Lucifer is furious. He frequently refers to Alastor as, 'that damn brat,' and casually picks him up and teleports him to other rooms of the hotel for 'a time out' and generally treats Alastor like he's a nuisance, not a member of the hotel staff.

And then... Alastor's parentage comes out.

Lucifer is just as awkward with the childlike version of Alastor as he is with the version who died as an adult. That awkwardness just manifests differently. He keeps trying to make amends by treating Alastor as though he's an actual kid, lavishing him with gifts, inviting him on trips, so on and so forth. Alastor really doesn't think he should have to decline a trip to Lu Lu World more than once. Charlie tries to step in on his behalf, but she's not so great at dealing with Lucifer's awkwardness either.

One of the most insulting gifts is a pet, similar to Razzle and Dazzle, who is supposed to keep Alastor safe.

Alastor explodes.

He died when he was ten and he's been keeping himself safe ever since then, thank you very much! He was strong enough and clever enough to become one of the most feared Overlords in the Pentagram, all without ever showing his face once! And it's been over a hundred years since then! If Lucifer wanted to be his dad, he's about a century too late!

Unfortunately, one of the downsides of being stuck in a child's body is that sometimes his adult emotions are too big for it. All the anger and frustration comes out as tears, which only makes Alastor that much angrier. Lucifer tries to offer comfort, to pull Alastor into a hug, but Alastor melts into the shadows before Lucifer can even touch him.