#they ain't lyin

[tylrowens]

Nothing's coming out of that [cloud]. That one? No, no. No, it's clearly moving into a stable environment. No low-level cape, not enough shear to keep it interesting. Yeah, it'd gonna die out. Not enough moisture to grow.

Twisters (2024)

[lovely-anathema]

i cannot stress enough that if you are someone who has been shady in your life and people say you abused them and you know they're telling the truth, to confirm the allegations and then do everything you can to atone will make you come off as so much better of a person than if you just deny everything with an "i would never do that and also those people crazy"

i just wish pr teams knew that.

[radaverse]

Ch 2. On My Own - Page 4

Tower of Mistakes

tw blood (?)

This will hurt

First - Previous - Next

[respectthepetty]

I needed someone to graps at straws with Lol. I keep thinking about the Midnight Museum brothers thing.. correct me if I'm wrong, but Triphob says Dome "looks" like Khatha's younger brother, not that Dome is his younger brother, right? And "looks like" is a very loose term.

What's that? If I grasp these straws, any tighter they'll break?

It's 2023; we don't use straws anymore, Anon, unless requested for those in need, which means, MIDNIGHT MUSEUM IS LYING!

They aren't brothers. Not in the blood-related sense.

How would Triphop know what Khatha's brother looks like? Dome drifted up in his tiny boat to Khatha's shallow shore (not a euphemism for sex) in 1820. The first photo didn't happen until 1826 in France, and from the looks of the lake full of dead bodies, I doubt anyone was willing to paint a portrait of Dome, so we could have a Picture of Dorian Gray moment 202 years later. I cannot see Khatha eating cheesecake in the kitchen with Triphop late at night like a Golden Girl and confessing Dome looks like his brother either since last time Triphop spoke to Khatha about Dome, he asked Khatha why he had been following Dome around for weeks, and Khatha told him "People who can die should stay out of immortals' business."

Also, I don't speak Thai, but I think Triphop's "younger brother" is the equivalent of me calling everyone my age prim (short for primo or prima - cousin) because, honestly, everyone could be my family in this small town much like everyone is Khatha's "younger brother" when Khatha has been alive for over two centuries! Who is older than him at this point?! Hell, Khatha probably stole half the shit that was up for auction considering he was alive before most of those items were even made! What else would he do for over two hundred years waiting for his lover to be reincarnated? He probably invented Be Gay, Do Crime out of boredom.

And finally, those of us who have been in this queer corner of the universe for a minute have been given questionable pairs before (HIStory 3: Crossing the Line, HIStory 4: Closer to You, ADDICTED!!!!!, Cherry Blossoms After Winter, and many more), so if Midnight Museum thinks a little "he looks like your brother" is going to stop me from shipping these two when they continue to look at each other in that sultry way they keep looking at each other, and keep giving me scenes like this that are two seconds away from having a FMV using Boyz II Men's "On Bended Knee" as the background music...

The writers obviously haven't been on AO3.

[hannibalismos-jaaneman]

so my mother's rewatching hannibal again and i shit you not, she called hannibal bsdk in amuse-bouche and i CACKLED-

[kitwilsonsass]

goddammit

[bending-sickle]

looking up dawn transcripts for another thing (i has a rant) but omfg this is hilarious from the Oct. 22, 2013 edition of the script:

Among the high-ranking apes at the fore, we recognize that brickhouse of a chimp, ROCKET.

[shadowwolfmemes]

I need to go to therapy because of x reader. 😓

[melodyvega1967]

My eyes travel to a boy with dark hair and thick glasses sitting in the front row, reading a book. He’s the only one who looks alone. I nudge Ruchi and nod to him. “Who’s he?” “That’s Aravind Raichand.” She raises an eyebrow questioningly but continues talking. “He’s quiet and kind of invisible. But somehow... he’s the first person you noticed.” I look at him again. He turns a page, then looks up and sees us. His deep brown eyes move over Ruchi, then they turn to me. He’s not frowning, exactly, but looks kind of curious. “Nothing wrong with that,” I say to Ruchi. “It’s just that he...” I turn back to him. He’s still looking at me. Should I stare back? I don’t know if it’s right. It probably isn’t. And yet... I want to. So I stare as his eyes twinkle a little. I stare as a gentle breeze ruffles his hair. And then... he smiles. He’s cute. I blink. My face grows warm, my cheeks definitely redder than his jacket. I can’t believe that’s the first thing going through my mind. But up until his smile—the smile that makes me see falling leaves and shooting stars—I could pretend he was another kid. Now he’s turned everything upside down.

[my-youtube-outofcontext]

(video link)

[nathaniacolver]

you know what i feel so strongly about this i made a tier list. thank you user @snowynix on tiermaker.com (link)

this is assuming that every fruit is perfectly ripe and in its raw form. also i'm SO serious ab the name of S tier but it has to be done without this knowledge like do you understand. they must do so unprompted for me to say yes

also i already said this but this post made me go eat some of my fruit so PLS reblog for health benefits

What are your top 3 favorite fruits?

[texasbama]

Survey says: She ain't lyin!

[slvttyplum]

'he lyin' to me and I'm lyin' to him, fuck it, guess we both ain't shit.'

you and satoru had a very complex relationship, one that couldn't be explained, but one thing that everyone could see is the fact that y'all wanted each other and couldn't be bothered to say it, so it caused unnecessary drama.

yall wanted each other not but enough to stop the lies flying around and the arguments and blocking each other, him showing up to your house at three a.m. when you had someone over, sabotaging your dates, it was a mess, but neither of you tried to make it better.

maybe it was the sex that was way too good for y'all to separate and drop each other, but either way, y'all were going to end up in the same bed at the end of the night. his lips on every part of your body, and his card in between your fingers as he watched you swipe it.

it was petty drama, yet you all still participated in the antics. there was no need for him to lie about where he was for the night because, while he was scrambling to come up with a new, unique lie he hadn't used before, there was a man between your thighs eating it up so good you couldn't even care.

blocking him whenever you had someone at your house, which was almost night, just like he had someone at his house every night, yet he got mad and showed up to your place when his calls weren't being answered.

meeting up the next day so he could get answers to his questions that he already knew the answers to.

"who were you with last night?' snmiling to yourself like you weren't fucking his best friend when he called you thirty times. his eye twitching slightly, waiting for the answer he got every single time. you didn't have time for this; the only time he got the answers he wanted was when you were bent over on his bed with your hands behind your back while he fucked deep inside your pussy.

"im the only one that can make you feel like this, hm?" whispering in your ear as he kept going, not stopping until he got the answer that he wanted. even when you did answer, he would fuck you more and more until you couldn't think, teasing you every time you would cum on his dick, your walls tightening around his dick.

the truth was, no sex could ever compare to the sex you and satoru would have. it was so fucking good that it had your head fuzzy and your body floating into space. he fucked your soul out of you better than anyone else could, but sometimes you wanted to try new things, even if that meant that in the end it wasn't going to be your new favorite item.

the same could apply to you; he just couldn't help but get a taste somewhere else, but he knew there was food at the house waiting for him. a taste that expanded in his mouth with ease and made him rave more, salivating at the mere thought of you and your sweet pussy that had him feing and breaking doors down for, his head spinning every time he was inside of you.

breaking your pussy in every time he got a hold of you, his hand around your neck, and his lips on you as he left his mark, so that when someone else fucked you and saw those marks, they already knew what it was.

yall were together but didn't want to admit it and wanted to slut around, bouncing on someone else's dick while you thought about him and the way he filled you out and stretched out your wet walls that would to him, while satoru fucked someone else and thought about how your pussy would grip around him whenever he got deeper.

the both of you knew each other from front to back, like a piece of paper memorized; you weren't going anywhere, even if this was a slightly toxic relationship.

[rowarn]

afab!reader, gn!reader, simons a fighter, protective!simon, blood mention, fingering, lil bit of mean!simon for flavor <3 MDNI

simon riley is by all means a "do what you want, i can fight" kind of man. and fight he will. simon will go to the ends of the earth to protect you. and that's always been incredibly hot to you. you'd never had a man so eager to defend you.

especially to the point that simon was. more than once he'd come away from a fight with bloody knuckles and a split lip. 

that's exactly how he looked now, but he also sported a cut across his eyebrow as well. the guy he'd beaten in the alleyway looked much worse, but he got a few good hits in. 

all you knew was that he said some revolting things about you that simon happened to overhear. simon refused to tell you specifics, citing that you didn't need to hear something like that. 

you both had gone home quickly after that. but the sight of simon all beat up, knuckles split and bruised from the force he'd used to beat the man had something stirring in your stomach. butterflies. 

as you cleaned his cuts and wiped away any blood that stained his skin, you could feel the wetness growing in your panties. you clenched your thighs and shifted as that began to uncomfortably stick to your pussy. 

simon, always attentive, noticed right away. his pretty, brown eyes lit up in interest, a brow raised as he watched you shift on your feet. 

"something wrong?" he asked, as if he couldn't tell what was going on. 

"n-nothing, si," you responded sheepishly, tossing the bloody gauze into the garbage can before stepping away. 

simon doesn't let you get very far before his arms are wrapping around your waist, pulling you back into his chest. you can feel the heat radiating off of him and feel how his heart pounds on his chest against your back. craning your neck, you look up at him. 

"ain't nothin'," he says, voice low and quiet, "and i'm not lettin' you walk out of here with that pretty pussy drippin'.''

you swallow around the lump in your throat as he says it. he wraps his big hands around your waist and moves them downwards, slipping under your shirt and pawing at the hem of your sweatpants. he dips his head down so he can kiss along your neck, practically purring when you sink into him. 

he takes the opportunity to slip his fingers under your panties, thick fingers prying your pillowy lips apart. you adjust your stance, leaning back against him for support as you spread your legs a little more so he can slip his fingers further down.

first he glides over your clit, pausing to stroke and roll the tender little bud under his fingers. your whole body twitched at that, trembling hands reaching to grip onto the fabric of his hoodie. your head fell back against his chest, giving him more access to your neck. 

his fingers dip lower, finding your entrance, slick and drooling all over the digits as he strokes back and forth, teasing you with their presence. 

"tell me," his voice vibrates in his chest, deep and low, "what's got you this wet?"

"mmm, d-dunno, si," you lie right through your teeth at him. 

he hums, pulling his fingers away from your sweet little hole to go back to your clit, pinching the bud. you whimper at the feeling, hips rabbing back to get away from the little pain, "you're lyin'. i want you to tell me the truth. what has this pretty little cunt all wet?"

"simon..." you whine. he knows you don't want the embarrassment that comes from the confession but he teases it out of you anyway, "y-you got me wet, si!"

"me?" he grins, wolfish and predatory, "i didn't do anything, love,"

you whine, rocking your hips forward. he took some mercy on you and slowly sunk one, long, finger into the tight clutch of your cunt. the stretch wasn't enough, he knew that, you'd become so accustomed to the fat girth of his cock that one single finger would never be enough to satisfy you now. he'd ruined you. 

"y-you beat that-that guy up for me..." you finally manage to squeeze out of your dry throat, "'s hot..."

he scoffs as if he didn't already know that that was the reason, "you like me beatin' some bastards head in for you?" you nod, sighing in pleasure when he rewards your with a second finger, "you're fuckin' filthy. you think he'd be happy to hear that it turns you on?"

"don't care about him," you quickly answer. 

his grin broadens, "that's the right fuckin' answer, love."

he finally gives you the third and final finger. you keen when he stretches you open on those digits, curling them just right to hit that gooey, spongey little spot inside you. his palm curls around your pelvic bone so the heel of his hand grinds against your clit just how you need to cum nice and hard for him. 

he works his fingers slow and deep, making sure to hit that spot every time he stuffs his fingers back inside you. his other hand comes up, wrapping around your throat to pin your against his chest. you moan freely, clawing at his tattooed arm desperately as you rock your hips against his hand. 

he can hear the wet, slick sounds of him fucking your precious little cunt open. you work your clit feverishly against his hand, helping yourself along to the high you so deserve. you're dripping down his fingers, making a mess of him and yourself but you don't care. 

"'m gonna cum!" you needlessly warn him.

"i know," he grumbles, tilting your head up so he can press his lips against yours, hand still firmly wrapped around your throat. 

he sees your eyes roll back before you melt into the kiss, your orgasm washing over you. he groans when he feels you squeezing and clenching around his fingers, pathetically humping against his hand to work your clit even harder. he slowly strokes that spongey little spot to help ease you through your high. you tremble and clutching desperately at his arm as you start to come down, whimper and panting into his mouth before he lets you pull away. a string of spit connects your lips and you look completely dazed as you gaze up at him. 

he always did enjoy the way a good orgasm had you looking all dumb and pliant for him. 

he pulls his fingers out of your panties and you whine at the loss, watching him bring those cum-covered fingers up to your face. you could see the way the bruises and splits in his knuckles were covered in your cum and had to hold back to keep from moaning at the sight. 

he popped them into his mouth, sighing at the taste of your sweet cum on his tongue. 

before you knew it, he was breezing past you out of the bathroom and down to the living room, no doubt on the hunt for something to eat. 

"simon!" you called petulantly. 

you heard him laugh from the living room, "what?"

"you aren't gonna fuck me?" you complain, feeling heat flood your cheeks when he laughs again.

"dunno, love," his tone is teasing, "we'll see."

ugh. he could be so generous one second and mean the next </3

mwah here is some food my beloveds

[chaoticace2005]

Husk: So... How's your life?

Angel: Good, yours?

Husk: …Same.

Angel:

Angel: We’re both lyin' ain't we.

Husk: You think?

[walkeddeath]

there’s no backing down or shrinking away, they stay firmly planted in place, even her gaze refuses to stray. her heart does pick up its pace, drum like and gen can’t convince herself that there’s any possibility he can’t hear it. which makes her even more set on keeping as challenging an expression as possible, especially when he plays his turn. they don’t count the slow ember glow that begins flickering in her eyes or the slight shift of her lips into a grin as failure to do so, nor the barely audible noise that accompanies being pulled to look even deeper into his eyes. it’s whatever, it’s nothing, the game just started and gen has little intention of keeping it short lived.

they let the glow spark brighter as they raise up just enough to close another fraction of distance. fingers toy with a few curls, still gentle still as soft as possible. nose nudges back, they feel on fire now, but still too eager to see how long this game can go on to do anything go extinguish it. “what do you want, klaus?” it’s half whispered, a genuine question. if they didn’t want to break the grip he has on them, she would tilt her head, pout a little, act beyond confused by his statement. but she enjoys it, so, she instead stops toying with his hair just long enough to shrug. “like, darlin, i can’t offer a prize if i like, don’t know what exactly it is y’want, so —“

hand moves to brush hair off his forehead, lowers to rest against his cheek. they move their piece on the board, push just a bit further, ignoring the pounding in her chest and the fire starting to catch. “tell me what you want. i like, know you can do it. i’ll even give you a lil gold star sticker if y’do.”

ㅤㅤthe new rouge upon their cheeks doesn't go unnoticed, and he stands to arch over them, his full stature dwarfing her. he has a unique way of invading the personal space of others, and he does so now, leaning down to their height. she couldn't have known ( no one does, because he has never told a soul ), but his scalp is sensitive and seldom touched by others ⸻ pulling on his curls may as well be tossing gasoline onto a simmering fire.

ㅤㅤhe chuckles lowly, clearly enjoying this little game they are currently engaged in. playing with fire, one might say. ❛ i assure you, i would win, love. ❜ he tilts their head back further, not forcefully, but as inexorably as the moon pulling the tide. they are close enough now that he can nudge his nose against hers, gaze narrowed as his smirk takes on a dangerous lilt. ❛ and i would take my prize, but i am not yet certain it is truly on offer. ❜