#this shit fucking slaps

[makeallthewindowsglass]

[bl00dstain3d-darlingg]

listening to Good Luck, Babe on full blast isn’t enough, i need to shoot this song into my veins

[asyourbodyremains]

⚡️⚡️⚡️.

[toomanysubcultures]

just had the most life changing falafel sandwich and pumpkin spice latte combo today

[gunstellations]

safety first! 🏍️🏍️

[hyacinthsdiamonds]

Fuck anyone who makes jokes about a crash that literally sent a driver to hospital.

Max's crash at Silverstone is the third most severe crash we've had in F1 in the past five years (most severe being Grosjean's in Bahrain 2020, followed by Zhou's in Silverstone 2022).

Additionally, the fact he was sent to the hospital at all is significant as Silverstone has its own medical facility on the grounds. It says everything that even as a precautionary measure, Max (+ Alex & Zhou the following year) was sent to the nearest hospital instead.

Do not for a single second take a driver walking away from a severe crash for granted. Sometimes, the miracles don't happen. Sometimes, a driver doesn't walk away unscathed. You do not want to be watching when the worst-case scenario becomes a real possibility, or worse; a reality.

If the like from Lando's dad is real... I have nothing else to say, from the bottom of my heart; FUCK YOU!

[brown-spider]

imo the pointing meme was 1,000x’s funnier in ITSV than in ATSV

[sniperct]

Biden previewed the shift in a Zoom call Saturday with the Congressional Progressive Caucus. “I’m going to need your help on the Supreme Court, because I’m about to come out — I don’t want to prematurely announce it — but I’m about to come out with a major initiative on limiting the court … I’ve been working with constitutional scholars for the last three months, and I need some help,” Biden said, according to a transcript of the call obtained by The Washington Post

Four days after that debate, the Supreme Court ruled that Trump was immune from prosecution for official acts during his first term in office. Less than an hour later, Biden called Laurence Tribe, a constitutional law professor at Harvard Law School, to discuss the ruling and the arguments for and against reforming the court.

Biden continually works with really smart people in the background, quietly, until he's ready to do or announce something. He uses these tactics in negotiations with other countries as well. He's not bombastic nor does he make the media happy because he's boring, but he's effective.

Whether you like him or hate him, he's actually good at this job and he gets shit done and often times it's actually good shit.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

this has been a roller coaster of a design journey but finally I can present you: class swap artificer!adaine and rogue!fabian

[emilyjunk]

"Kevin isn't that bad it's not like he beats her, why does she need to kill him or fake her death, just get divorced" you are the point of the show, you are missing the crucial reveal. Allison sees Kevin in every single scene as she does their last scene together, but we as the audience aren't privy to that and we only see sitcom Kevin which is Kevin's self perception. He is not suddenly becoming scary and threatening to her. He was like that the whole time. We only see Allison's feelings about Kevin and the aftermath of her interactions with Kevin -- this is the ONLY time we see Kevin from her POV except for the brief initial breaking of the sitcom cam. Every other time we see Kevin on screen it's from Kevin's POV. Even after she cuts her hand we only see the bandage in her singular pov when she is away from kevin, but when it shifts back to sitcom Kevin it's gone.... We do not see the reality of her interactions with Kevin, that's the point of the show!!! Because when Kevin is on screen, it's Kevin's world! We only see Kevin from anyone else's lens in ONE scene at the end, which is when Allison decides to leave, so yes the sitcom cam "softens his abuse" but it also just fully acts as an unreliable narration because we never literally see Kevin from anyone else's POV until the series finale so every time Kevin is on screen it isn't even an accurate portrayal of what's happening, it's Kevin's perception of what's happening. Allison has viewed him like that the entire show, we as the audience just did not get to witness that POV until the end

[reyadawn]

Foolish Games

*image not mine, credit goes to owner*

Summary: Reader is a reporter who has been following Noah Sebastian, the most notorious leader of the Bad Omens Mafia. Heavy metal rock group by day, deadly cartel by night. Reader gets much more than she bargained for when she accidently stumbles onto their territory...

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x OFC

Warnings: 🔞+, violence, heavy smut (kissing, choking, hair pulling, degredation, fingering, oral, unprotected sex, creampie), kidnapping

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18

Word Count: 🤷‍♀️😅

Shout out to @darling-millicent-aubrey for helping me find the right photo 😅

Enjoy! 😉✌️

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Red Door. The sign on the outside of the old brick building glowed a dull red, softly illuminating the damp asphalt of the parking lot. A cool breeze drifted through the air, rustling nearby trees and random pieces of trash. The low sound of jazz could be faintly heard as I parked my black Mazda around the back of the building by the dumpster.

I stepped out of the car, adjusting my black blazer and slipping my badge between the lapels. I threw my messenger back across my shoulder and made my way around the side of the building, slipping in through the side door. The narrow hallway was thankfully empty as I passed a series of doors on either side, the jazz music growing louder and the acrid smell of burnt cigarettes hung in the air.

The end of the hall gave way to a massive lounge, complete with red carpet, polished wooden chairs and tables with white lit candles in the center. There was a full bar along the right side of the room, the glass shelves lined with liquor bottles of various shapes, heights and colored liquid.

I sat down roughly at one of the bar stools, heavily tossing my bag on the counter. My best friend Baylan sauntered over to me after serving a Gin and Tonic to the businessman she was waiting on.

"Rough day, bestie?", she asked, tossing a white rag over her shoulder, her other hand resting on the bar. I sighed, putting my head in my hands.

"These fucking reporters in the office have no idea how to properly chase after a story. It's like, run in guns blazing instead of being discreet", I replied irritably. A shot glass filled with clear liquid came into view and I smiled.

"Always good looking out, bestie", I said, taking the reprieve. Baylan chuckled, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Where's Tan?", I added, looking around.

"She's doing inventory but should be up here momentarily", Bay replied. No sooner than she spoke, Tan emerged from the back, pencil in her mouth as she held a clipboard in her hands. She looked up and smiled, the pencil dropping to the clipboard.

"Hey, lady, how goes it?", she asked. I briefly smiled at my two best friends before shaking my head. "You don't wanna' know". Tan shot Bay a quizzical look.

"In a word? Rookies", Bay chuckled.

"Dear God, if I had a dime", Tan said, rolling her dark eyes. "I swear, these people...", she trailed off.

"Tan?", I asked, following her line of vision but I couldn't see much at the back of the room as she turned back to me.

"You need to leave, bestie, now. It's not safe for you here. He's watching you", Tan whispered to me harshly, grabbing my hand. I had no clue what she was going on about.

'He' who? Who did she see? Before I could say or do anything, a hand on my shoulder had me jumping in my seat. Turning, I looked up into the face of a very attractive man. Long dark brown hair, dark eyes, dressed in a black suit with a solid white t-shirt underneath, a silver chain around his neck.

"You've been summoned", the man said softly, his slight Sweedish accent sending shivers down my spine.

"Summoned? What is this, Magic the Gathering? Summoned by whom?", I snapped, crossing my arms under my breasts. The man blinked once before hauling me off the stool, hand gripping my upper arm to drag me in his wake. I tried prying his hand off me but it was no use. The back of the room housed a long couch, no tables and an overhead light that shrouded a dark figure in light green. Despite the lack of brightness, this had to have been the most beautiful man I had ever encountered. Short dark hair fell into dark eyes and his full lips looked almost as decadent as the rest of his muscular body that was covered in tattoos up to his neck. Black leather gloves encased long fingers and large palms and his legs were spread. Jesus fucking Christ.

"As ordered, Mr. Sebastian", the man beside me stated. This Adonis of a man stood and rose to full height, my head tilting back just to make eye contact. He had to be 6'3 at least. My body chose that very moment to betray me as liquid heat filled my panties. I shifted from one foot to the other, thighs pressing together. The man before me raised an eyebrow, the corners of his lips curled ever so slightly.

"Mr. Sebastian, huh? You got a problem manhandling people", I said defiantly. He chuckled darkly before a gloved hand shot out, long fingers wrapping around my throat. Turning us from the light, he pressed me against the wall, a muscular thigh pressing between my own. The pressure to my clit through the thin material of my pants had me moaning involuntarily. He chuckled once more.

"Listen, pretty girl. Listen very carefully. I don't take kindly to nosy reporters inserting themselves where they don't belong. You've been on my ass for months now. Why is that? Want an autograph? Or perhaps there's something else you're after?", he said, his voice caressing my senses as he pressed his thigh tighter against my clit. My eyes rolled back, hips grinding down on the thick muscle as his fingers squeezed ever so slightly around my neck.

"Jolly. Give her and her friends VIP tickets to the show tonight...but I want hers to be backstage", he said. Before I could say or do anything there were loud screams erupting from the front of the lounge followed by heavy gunfire. Arms encircled my waist and my body was roughly tossed to the floor as Mr. Sebastian's body covered my own protectively. Shots ricocheted off the walls, wood splintering and snapping. Chunks of drywall exploded as each bullet hit.

Bay! Tan!

I prayed to whoever was listening they were okay.

"Noah, we need to get out of here! Take her!", a man screamed, pulling us up on our feet. Cool air met my lungs as I was hauled outside and shoved unceremoniously into an already moving limo.

"Nick, status report", Noah barked, hauling me into his lap. I was shaking so hard I couldn't sit still.

"Demons. Marcus sent them. There's gotta' be a leak somewhere because no one even knows we own the bar. Operations are all underground. Don't worry, show is still on. Told Matt to be ready but we need to get you both cleaned up first", Nick explained from across the seat, fingers flying over the keys of a Visio laptop.

Noah's grip tightened around my waist as my thoughts drifted to Bay and Tan.

"My best friends...", I trailed. Noah pressed his lips to my temple as the limo drove through darkened streets, landscape changing from city to rural.

"Jolly got them out, pretty girl. They're okay. You'll see them later tonight. First things first though", Noah whispered in my ear. Hot tears of fear and adrenaline ran down my cheeks. Noah's hand came up to my face, dark eyes roaming my features. His full lips softly descended upon mine, tongue tracing my bottom lip and I silently complied. He tasted like rich cream...and bad decisions.

The limo came to a sudden stop, breaking us apart but Noah's hold never wavered. Nick's fingers continued to fly over the keys to his laptop, head raising to nod once to the driver, a long haired man with bright eyes and large gauges in his ears.

The door opened and Noah and I stepped out, his arm going back around me as we made our way up to the front door of a rather large house with enormous windows. Once inside, I barely got time to look around the place, not that I could see much because no one turned on any lights as I followed Noah up the stairs, down a hallway and into a bedroom.

Noah walked over to the window, peeking through blackout curtains before turning back to me.

"You're the head of Bad Omens...lead singer by day, murderer by night", I spat, crossing my arms over my breasts.

"Let's get a few things straight here, pretty girl. First of all, you work for me now. I can't have you running your mouth to the papers about what you saw. Second of all, you go absolutely fucking nowhere without me. Got it?", Noah said, coming to stand in front of me.

"I'm sorry, what? You fucking manhandle me, I almost get shot, you kidnap me, acost me and drive me to God knows where and expect me to just do what you say? You got your fucking wires crossed, dude", I snapped. Noah suddenly grabbed me, hauling me roughly to his chest, a gloved hand fisting a handful of my hair and forcing my head back to look up at him.

"You have a serious attitude problem, pretty girl. Let's see if we can't bring it down a notch", Noah said darkly, lips forming into a sinister smile. "Strip".

I stared at him in shock as he stepped back far enough for me to undress. I fucked up. Royally. I trembled as I did what I was told, hot tears of humiliation filling my vision. Noah reached out to me, his hand gently slipping around my neck as he brought his lips to mine. I moaned into the kiss as he lifted me and layed me down on the bed.

I tried covering myself up and Noah's gaze hardened as he looked down at me. He pulled my arms away from my body, holding my hands above my head with one hand. Using perfectly white teeth, he pulled the leather glove off his right hand to display even more tattoos, including his fingers.

"Now, spread those pretty thighs for me", Noah whispered as I slowly spread my legs. Noah's long fingers swiped between my folds, gathering the slick on his fingers to draw slow figure eight's around my clit. My breathing was becoming labored, hips shifting and tilting to meet his fingers, searching for more.

"Noah, please", I begged. He laughed darkly.

"What a wanton little slut you are. Begging for me to fill you and I've barely touched you", Noah said, before thrusting two long fingers inside me to his knckles. My back ached off the bed as his thumb rubbed slow circles over my clit while his fingers thrust in and out of my dripping pussy.

"God, you're fucking tight, holy shit", Noah all but moaned, scissoring his fingers inside me to stretch me open. I could see the huge outline of his cock through his joggers and my mouth watered.

Pulling his fingers from my body, he scoot down so his face was eye level between my thighs. My body was trembling in anticipation, heart beating rapidly in my chest, my clit throbbing for his touch. Noah looked up at me once before extending his tongue to taste between my folds, the tip curling around my clit. Noah's eyes rolled back in his head as he let out a filthy pornographic moan. Two fingers plunged back inside my pussy as full lips latched onto my clit, sucking hard. I threw my head back and screamed as my orgasm hit me out of nowhere, my release coating Noah's chin, fingers and hand. Raising his head, Noah crawled up my body, his dark eyes devouring me.

"Now, pretty girl...let's see if you can take just a little more", Noah said. Crawling up my body, he planted open mouthed kisses everywhere he could reach before sealing his lips over mine as he started working his cock inside me. He was huge. I could tell just by the head of his cock as it stretched me beyond anything I had ever felt. I was no virgin but none of the other men I had been with were this endowed. I shook my head, his hand momentarily releasing me.

"Noah...stop...please...it's too much...I can't--it won't fit, please!", I cried out. Noah lifted my leg up over his hip as he surged forward, his hips forcing my thighs open even wider, the remaining inches thrusting home to hit my cervix. I opened my mouth to scream but Noah slapped a hand over my mouth.

"Yes, pretty girl, it will...and it does. This tight cunt is mine. Mine to use, to fuck, anyway I want. You're my own personal cock sleeve...", Noah replied, thrusting harder and deeper as his hand covered my mouth again. The muscles in my legs and thighs grew taught with another orgasm. My nails clawed down his muscular shoulders and arms as I tried to breathe in as much air through my nose. Harder, deeper, harder. It was too much...my body was on the verge of snapping, my muscles were screaming, the coil that was building was getting ready to break and Noah could sense it as he kept pile driving his cock in and out of my overstimulated pussy, all but fucking me into the mattress.

"That's right...come for me...come on this cock...tell me you're fucking mine...tell me everything is mine...", Noah taunted. I could only whimper and moan. The English language all but left my body. "What's the matter, pretty girl? I fuck you that stupid? Nothing left in that empty head of yours?", he added.

Tears ran down my cheeks, no doubt taking traces of mascara with it. Noah chuckled darkly above me, still pummeling my cervix.

"God, look at you...I love seeing your make up running down your face", he whispered as he gave a final thrust, coming white hot inside me. I screamed behind his hand, my eyes rolling back as the orgasm that had been building finally let loose so powerfully I damn near blacked out.

Noah's cock was burried inside me to the hilt when a loud knock came at the bedroom door.

"They're here, boss", a voice called from the other side.

Noah grinned.

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[zeb-z]

dude. what is up with Edward Twilight. He really tried to establish dominance over Arthur ‘call me Sir until you earn my name’ Bennett, in the craziest, most confusing interaction, where he gloated over being with Mary, but also gave a ‘we saw you across the bar and dug your vibe’ sorta energy in what I can only call an attempted power play? and then he immediately lost the idgaf war so bad to he had to make two frenzy checks.

[mortysmith]

i do still occasionally think about that one show

[missingn000]

hey all! i wrote a what-if character study & action fic for if king fought sanji instead of zoro during the raid on onigashima. i'd really love if you gave it a read! thanks so much!

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happy reading!

[spaciebabie]

oh so you wanna fuck that monster huh. make sexy art of them without giving them muscles and/or making them look human