#tina thirst

[thefallennightmare]

Noah eating you out for the first time? In general or in the relationship, you choose🙈

I’m seeing a reoccurring theme today 😏

“Fuck, Angel. You taste so fucking good,” Noah praised as he had you sitting on the edge of the bathroom counter.

He was kneeling between your legs as your knees were squeezing his head closer to you. Your nails scratched along his scalp, him humming in approval.

“This is what I’ve been missing,” you panted while leaning against the cool mirror behind you.

Noah and you had been dating for less than a month. And when you told him that you’d never been eaten out before he nearly dropped the guitar in his hand. So he made it his mission to show you how much you deserve it.

On any surface he could.

His tongue speared inside of you before flicking over your clit. Bringing you close and closer to the edge of release. Your eyes met briefly and you choked on a moan at the sight of his pupils blown wide and your arousal coating his jaw and lips.

“All mine,” he growled.

You nodded. “Yours.”

[iguana-braces]

Sometimes I think tumblr is so big and diverse...

And then sometimes I'll go into the tags of a pretty well-known actor or character or show and there haven't been any new posts for months except for spam and every single post just uses the same five GIFS from 2011

AM I SUPPOSED TO BE FERAL ALL BY MYSELF????

[royalarchivist]

Etoiles: What is thi– what is this one?

Ellum: I pray– I pray it's a thirst-trap, I pray it's a thirst-trap. 😩🙏

Etoiles: What is this? I don't remember this moment. [Laughing] Oh, it's the best one!

Tina: Wait, you look so good! That was incredible.

Foolish: That turn-around was awesome!

Etoiles: The French athlete!

Etoiles reacts to his fancam introduction! 📸

[icejjfishesz]

002. ༺ONE MORE ROUND༻∘

a/n: i'm spamming so bad so this is probably gonna be the last chapter for a few days cause i don't wanna be annoying lmao. how r y'all feeling about the series so far tho??

summary: after getting unexpectedly left by your roommate, you find yourself in need of a replacement.

contents: reader is down bad. paige in a situationship. kinda angsty.

previous. next. masterlist.

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paige was a good enough roommate for the most part. you’d lived with her for a little over a month now and all you knew about her was pretty much that she wasn’t loud in the mornings, washed her dishes, cleaned up after herself, and paid the rent on time. she was quiet when she was home with just you. unless oliva was over.

“you always fucking do this!” oliva, paige’s…girlfriend? fuckbuddy? ex? whatever, yells. you can hear the sound of paige saying something along the lines of ‘stop yelling, i have a roommate’.

she thinks you’re sleeping but the truth is you’ve been up for hours, you were used to tina’s noise but paige and her what the fuck are they anyway? have been keeping you up. you’re in the kitchen, furthest room for paige’s and yet, somehow, you can still make out almost every word. you make yourself a sandwich, something to distract you from the noise. it doesn’t help. their dynamic confuses even you, they yell all the time and yet they’re always together and paige never calls her her girlfriend.

“i don’t give a fuck about your roommate!” she yells again, her shouting followed by even more shouting. they shout for so long that when they finally stop it nearly alarms you. oliva stomps out of the house, slamming the door shut behind her.  

you take another bite of your sandwich just as paige rounds the corner into the kitchen and pauses when she sees you. you pause yourself as you take her in, her beautiful eyes glossed over with anger, her hair down. she’s dressed casually, warm. a hoodie and sweatpants, that she makes look exquisite.

“thought you were asleep?” she clears her throat, looking embarrassed when she realizes that you heard the fight. you look away from her, a look of embarrassment covering your face too when she almost catches you thirsting over admiring her.

“kinda hard to sleep through all that…” you try and make light of the situation but it only makes her tense up.

“sorry…”

you smile at her shyly. “could be worse…my last roommate used to bring her boyfriends home and let’s just say…she was loud.”

that causes paige to laugh, it’s a lovely sound. attractive, just like every other part of her. she sits down in front of you at the table, a smile light on her lips but no longer showing teeth as her laughter dies down. “yeah, i get you…i had the same problem, actually.”

you smile knowingly, aside from when you first gave her the key last month, you and paige don’t really speak much aside from the slight comment here and there. 

you bit your lip as she smiled back at you, a sudden confidence growing within you that you’ll blame on the late hour come morning. “can i ask you something that i probably shouldn’t?”

her eyes widen a bit and she seems curious, slightly leaning forward across the table, elbows resting on the mahogany in front of her. “shoot.”

“you and olivia…?” you begin slowly but paige doesn’t even let you finish as she lets out a shaky breath.

“i don’t even know.” she laughs to herself, a little winded. “it’s like sometimes…she’s just like when i first met her and other times she’s this whole other person that i can’t stand.”

you listen to her every word with rapt attention, unsure if you’re trying to get to know her as her roommate or because you’re unbelievably attracted to her. 

“i mean…she’s been…temperamental for months now but she was never this bad at my old place. it’s like ever since i moved here and told her you were…” she stops herself, looking down at her hands.

“...what?” you tilt your head at her curiously, when she looks up at you again it’s like it’s for the first time.

“ever since i told her you liked girls.” she looks at you the entire time she says the sentence, sighing as she realizes why her….whatever has been acting the way she has.

“oh…i didn’t mean to be a problem.” you don’t break her eye contact. you’re physically unable to.

“you aren’t.” 

emphasizes on you. you know you shouldn’t be hanging onto it the way you are but you have a death grip like if you let go you’ll fall into despair.

she clears her throat and you take another bite of your sandwich. “want half?” you change the subject, feeling awkward under her gaze. she shrugs, grabbing your other sandwich half and mumbling a quick ‘thank you’. 

“do you love her?”

why the fuck did you just ask that? you groan internally, feeling embarrassed because you definitely overstepped but to your surprise she hums, still chewing the sandwich so she chews a little faster then swallows before answering.

“no…” she mutters. “i really don’t”

“so why are you with her?”

“i guess…” paige sighs, rolling her shoulders back. “i guess she’s all i really know. i mean, i’ve been with her basically since i very first found out i liked girls and i think i’m just more attached than anything.”

you squint. “wait…you’ve never been with another girl?”

you’re unsure of why she’s letting you ask her so many personal questions but you can’t help but keep them coming for as long as she’d let you. you want to know her.

“nope.” she takes another bite of the sandwich. “why does that shock you?”

because you’re so beautiful and i want you so obviously everyone else wants you too, is what you don’t say even though it’s exactly what you’re thinking. instead, you shrug. “i don’t know.”

if she even slightly believes you, her face doesn't show it. a look of suspicion coating her features...but she doesn’t push you. “well, it’s true. i mean, we’ve never technically dated but we act like it so…”

“why haven’t you?” you chuckle.

“‘cause she ‘doesn’t do labels’.” paige rolls her eyes, clearly feeling as though that’s bullshit. “i mean…she doesn’t wanna be my girlfriend but she acts like i can’t be around anyone else. she’s so jealous cause i’m living with you.”

jealous? of you? that makes you way happier than you’re gonna admit.

“i see why though…you are beautiful.” her words bring you pause yet again.

[berzatoe]

I Can See You

Warnings: swearing, smoking, smut, fingering, oral (M receiving), p in v, cream pie, breeding kink, spanking, dom!carmy, sub!reader, lots of dirty talk, Carmy is mean.

Pairings: Carmen Berzatto x F!reader

Synopsis: reader is a new hire at the bear set to replace sydney while she goes abroad, and she and carmen do not get along. On a particularly stressful night, they find a great way to sort out their differences.

Authors note: okay I was listening to Taylor’s song “I can see you” and this came to mind so here. There’s not enough Carmy smut out there so I am contributing. ALSO ACCEPTING REQUEST RN SO PLEASE SEND!!!

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

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The clock was ticking. A few minutes to open and so far, everything that could go wrong, had gone wrong.

When you agreed to fill in as Sous for sydney while she went abroad to study in Copenhagen, you didn’t realize what you were getting yourself into.

Night after night, you had anxiety levels in that kitchen similar to those of someone being hunted by wild animals.

That’s why they call it the bear— the thought occurred to you the first rush you worked. Richie and Carmen had almost killed each other, Tina nearly walked out, you were down an oven and the damn fridge was broken. It felt like you were running for your life as you tried to gain control of that kitchen.

“Chef, I said hands.” His firm voice cut through your thoughts.

“Yes, chef.” you followed his voice and took his place mixing as he began chopping vegetables. His biceps flexed with the heavy rhythm of the knife coming down against the board, veins swelling with tension, knuckles growing white.

He was another problem. He was the essence of the bear. You two butted heads like no other. Ever since sydney hired you to take her place for her leave, he’d been at your throat, hungry for your blood.

You were an ingenue of sorts at a prestigious chef school, and went on to work in one of his competing restaurants in New York at a very young age. You had come in with confidence of your abilities, and had different ways of doing things than Carmy. He couldn’t quite accept it, and you knew he didn’t respect you just yet.

But you craved his approval, for some reason. Something about Carmy made you thirst for his praise. You were constantly showing him new dishes you wanted on the menu to only be turned down. You two would easily get in screaming matches over wether to dice or mince, which spices to add, how long to cook, until you were out of breath and both needed a smoke break.

It didn’t help that he was so goddamn handsome. Watching him work, watching him be impassioned by his work, in command of his staff, it set something off in you. Even when he was screaming at you, there would be a glint in his eye, a vein popping in his neck, or a tone he took that would have you clenching your thighs together.

Now, you stood next to him staring at his strong arms and hands cutting vegetables, falling apart because you’re so stressed and all you can think about is those hands around your throat.

“Chef! What the hell!!” carmy shouted

You’d somehow poured the entire stock pot of sauce all over the oven.

You were stood there just staring at it emptily, trying to understand how it had happened.

“What were you thinking?!” Carmy yelled again.

“I can make more! I’ll get right on it, Chef.”

“We are fucking opening in exactly one minute, chef, we needed that sauce. We NEEDED THAT FUCKING SAUCE.”

“It was only half of the batch, the other one is still there.” You pointed toward the other pot, still heating. Then Carmen let out a heavy sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose as your eyes widened.

The second timer for it immediately went off, meaning it had reset. The alarm rang through the kitchen like a death siren. The sauce was cooking for twice as long as it was supposed to.

“Yup, looks like you burnt that sauce. Congratu-fucking-lations. We can’t open. Are you incompetent chef? Are you stupid?”

The words hurt. “I was going to take care of that sauce before you called for hands!”

“This is the 5th thing you’ve fucked up this morning. You’re ruining my open.”

“If you ever listened to me, I swear I have a more efficient way to do this where we don’t need to call hands and everybody has a set job—“

“This isn’t your restaurant, chef.” He cut you off with a cold stare to match his words, eyes piercing into your soul.

You huffed and spun around, scared if you stayed everyone would see you cry. You ran to the back, out the door, and sat against the brick wall of the alleyway. You rolled your head into your hands, trying to collect yourself.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” Richie’s voice rung out. He stood leant up against the fence, smoking.

“Oh god,” you sniffed, looking up and quickly wiping tears away. You didn’t answer, instead, you reached out your hand, silently asking for a smoke.

Richie obliged and continued, “you know, Carmy is really hard on you, huh?”

You stayed quiet, taking a long drag and looking off to the city as you exhaled.

“He has a really hard time with people. He’s not like me. And I think he’s really threatened by you, cuz you’re so good. He had to be a control freak and work for it, but you’re just good.”

You pondered this for a moment, “you really think that?”

“Uh, yeah sweetheart. You’re a natural. He has to at least believe he’s in control or else he’d go apeshit. Also, I think he sort of has a thing for you, so it affects his focus… or whatever…”

You paused. You never thought of the possibility that it could be mutual. That he’d lose focus looking at you the way you so often did with him. But he had just been such an asshole, and you were angry, and god, you wanted to make him pay.

“Richie, I don’t think that could be true. He doesn’t like me. He’s so mean to me.”

Richie just chuckled and then put the cigarette the two of you had been sharing out.

“I know the kid. Get back in there, make him think he’s in charge, and do your thing, little miss sunshine.” Richie smiled and squeezed your shoulders. That was his nickname for you, because of your general sunny disposition. It had changed the place a lot.

The rest of your shift until close, you did what Richie suggested. You made Carmen think he was in charge. You followed orders with a smile and a “yes, chef”, you trailed after him and cleaned up his messes without him noticing, and soon enough the two of you were doing a successful close, allowing the rest of the staff to go home early.

Through the night, you’d also found a way to combat how distracted Carmy could make you. Richie’s intel had allowed you to flip the tables on him. Instead of focusing on how worked up he got you, you started focusing on how worked up you could get him.

You’d always stare at him for just a second too long after saying “yes, chef”, you’d squeeze pass him, intentionally pushing your body close to his. You’d find opportunities to bend over in front of him, stretch out, let your hand linger on his too long when he handed you something. Anything to be close, any chance you got. You were doing your best to see if what Richie had said held any truth to it.

You’d almost given up, you thought for sure something would happen, but the two of you had wrapped things up and were turning down the lights in the restaurant as you got ready to leave.

Carmy had been suspiciously quiet since everyone went home and you were beginning to feel awkward in the silence.

You were standing in front of your locker, grabbing your bag, when Carmy turned around and said, “Wanna tell me what the fuck was up with you tonight?”

You swallowed and turned around to face him, “I don’t know what you mean.”

He took a step closer to you, “I think you do.”

He walked the small distance between your lockers until he was flush against you. He leaned forward until you were cheek to cheek, his lips to your ear as he whispered, “you think you could ruin my open, then tease me like a desperate little whore the whole fucking shift, and get away with it?”

His words went straight to your pussy. Your heart was beating faster than it had ever before, here you were; finally caught by the wild beast hunting you down. He’d fallen for your bait. You smirked.

He lifted his head from your neck where he was planting kisses, seeing the grin on your face. He gripped your jaw with a firm hand, forcing you to look at him.

“Oh, you’re proud of yourself, hmm?” His hand trailed down and came to rest at your collar bones. You moaned in response.

He knew what you wanted. His hand closed around your neck and you smiled again.

Carmen closed his lips around yours. It was unexpected, and even though his hand was rough against your neck, the kiss was slow and gentle. It felt almost nervous, hesitant maybe, and that just made you even more desperate for him. You let out a whimper, begging him to give your more, and his tongue licked into your mouth as his other hand came up to squeeze your breast.

After that he went feral. Pushing up against you, clutching onto your throat, licking roughly and desperately into your mouth, grinding his hard cock against your heat.

He came back up for air, staring at you for a moment, searching your eyes for any regret, hesitancy, anything but what he found; which was pure, eager, lust.

He trailed kisses down your neck and chest and latched onto your nipple as he quickly began pushing down your pants. His calloused hands slowly began teasing the soft delicate skin of your thighs, rubbing soft circles so close to your core.

You whined, and in response he let out a light teasing chuckle as he pushed his hand pass your folds, immediately landing his thumb right against your clit.

Your body convulsed at this, and he loved it. He studied your face, looking for every reaction and using them as cues as he began circling his thumb against your clit.

“Yeah?” He breathed, clearly enjoying it too, “is this what you wanted? Hmm? You’re so fucking wet for me. How long have you been thinking about this? How long have you wanted me to touch you?”

Any nervousness you had detected in Carmy before was long gone. He was in control. You were letting him be in control, again, and he was about to ravish you for it.

“Answer me.” His thumb stopped and he tightened his grip around your neck.

“I’ve wanted you since-“ he began rubbing your clit again.

“Since- my first shift- I-“ his ring finger poked at your entrance.

“I-I can never stop thinking about you and-“ his finger fully entered you now and you instantly clenched around it.

“And- I always fantasize about you fucking me which is why i can’t do any of my work right!” You spit out quickly as his finger began pushing in and out of you. At this, he curled it up to meet your spongey spot deep within and you let out a yelp.

“Oh poor baby” he said as he slowed his movements, adding another finger and thrusting them in and out at a torturous pace. Your back was still pressed up against the lockers and the sting of the metal carving into your skin heightened all of your sensations.

“Stupid little slut can’t do her job because she wants to fuck her boss so bad, is that it?” He thrusts his finger into you hard.

“Please” you begged.

“Please what? What do you want?”

“Go faster, I’m so close!”

He instantly removed his fingers from your and you felt the emptiness like a hole.

You went to complain before he clamped a hand around your mouth, “Don’t say a thing. You’re lucky I even gave you my fingers after the shit you pulled tonight, baby. You think you can tell me what to do? You think that’s how this is gonna work? I would just let you cum and then give you my cock and make you cum again?” He laughed.

His eyes were dark and full of want, his cock was hard and it was so painfully evident through his pants. It looked so big and you couldn’t get your mind off of it.

He noticed you staring and began undoing his belt. “Get on your knees.”

You gulped and froze.

He put a hand on your shoulder, pushing you down until you were kneeling, “I said, get. On. Your. Knees.”

He finished undoing his pants and you were face to face with his long, hard, thick cock.

“Be a good girl and suck it, baby” he said. You started towards him before he grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you back.

“What do you say when I ask you to do something, darling?” His tone was condescending, but you answered nonetheless.

“Yes, chef.”

He groaned and rolled his head back, “yeah, that’s right, good fuckin’ girl” pushing your head back towards his cock as an invitation. You accepted.

You were brutal with your movements, sucking and licking and pushing him as deep as you could get him. He was anything but shy with letting you know how much he enjoyed it, his grip tightening around your hair and pulling and pushing ever so slightly, his hips unintentionally bucking up, forcing his cock down the back of your throat.

And the sounds he was making, oh, they could only be from your dreams. He was unraveling at the seams and whimpering like a dog when you reached your hand up to cup his balls and lightly massage them, he pushed your head so far down you couldn’t breathe.

“Oh my fucking go-d” he said before pulling you off him with a “pop” and staring at your fucked-out face.

Blown out eyes stared back up at him, saliva coating swollen lips, mascara smudged and running, hair a mess. He was proud of himself, and the sight turned him on to no end. He knew if he let you continue he’d cum. However, you were relentless and as soon as he let up on your hair, you dove back down.

“Okay baby, that’s enough.” He said, tearing you away again.

“Why?” You asked genuinely, and it made his heart flutter.

“Cuz if you don’t stop, you’re gonna make m’cum. Can’t do that yet. Wanna do it deep, deep inside ya’… if that’s okay?” He whispered gently, cupping your face and wiping your cheeks.

“Please, god please.” You cried, nodding your head. He grabbed your hand and helped you up, leading you to his office.

There, carmy turned you around and placed, gentle, sweet kisses along your shoulder before whispering, “are you sure this is okay?”

To which, you nodded desperately. But that wasn’t enough for him.

“I need you to say it, honey. I need you to say that you want this. That you want me to fuck you right here on this desk, and fill you up with my cum.”

“I want you Carmy, I want you so bad.”

“Say it.”

“I want you to fuck me on this desk and fill me up with your cum.” You whined, slightly embarrassed, pussy swollen and begging to be fucked.

He pushed you down until you were bending over the desk, chest flush against it. He got a good look at how much you truly wanted him.

“Jesus Christ, prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen” he said, roughly spreading you.

“So fucking wet and tight too, could feel you squeezing my fingers earlier.” He spit into his hand and cupped your pussy with it, rubbing the spit down and over your folds.

You felt the tip of his cock tease your hole, slowly making little circles, just barely entering. At this point, you were so ready for him this actually felt mean. You needed relief and he knew it, he saw it, saw your clit throbbing and your legs shaking, body blushing all over. You beginning to make a sound you’ve never heard yourself make before.

He starts to softly comfort you but you know he’s proud of himself, with a smirk on his face as he does it, “ssshhh-sshhh… it’s okay, baby. I know, I know, it’s a lot. I just wanna make sure I don’t hurt you so I’m gonna start real slow, okay? Know you need me. Gonna take good care of you, promise” he slowly starts to inch himself in, and you have to admit, his size surprised you. You were glad for his patience.

When he finally burrows himself all the way within you, you both let out a moan in-sync at the new feeling. Both taking a second to adjust, you tighten and release your walls, making him groan.

“So. Fucking. Tight.” He says between thrusts as he begins, setting a good pace.

Once Carmen is finally fucking you, finally moving within you, taking you raw, you feel free. You let go of all the stress from the restaurant and let him drill it out of you, and you’re sure you’re serving the same purpose for him.

“S’good… so fucking good…” carmen is saying as he fucks you, pace picking up, getting more rough by the second. The praise makes you melt, you squeeze him again and revel in the loud moan you get out of it.

He grabs another fistful of your hair and pulls your head back, making your back arch and the position hit so much deeper. He leans over your body and reaches down to rub your clit with the hand not on your head. It makes you tremble under him.

“Doing s’well for me baby… knew this was all you wanted…. All I could ever think about too… taking you back here… fucking you hard and good just to shut you up… emptying my load deep inside you… leaving you to work the rest of your shift all filled up with me… you’ve been such a little tease every day since you got here… giving me those looks across the kitchen, wearing those little outfits in on your days off, pushing my buttons just to get a rise out of me… I’ve wanted this for so long, pretty baby. You’re so fucking pretty”

You cry out at his drunken confession. It gets you so worked up, you’re almost there, and you can tell he is too.

“Carmy…” you whine, feeling him so deep, hitting that spot every single time without pause, working you up and up and up.

“Yes, baby?”

“Cum inside of me, please. I want it all. Want you to fill me up. M’sclose too. Please please please, fill me up Carmy.” You’re practically in tears and it does something to Carmy. He hears you.

He quickens his pace, getting sloppier, rougher, more sporadic, the two of you making noises like animals, and soon he takes a hand and slaps it down across your ass, causing a loud thwack, as you scream in euphoria. He does it one more time, hard enough to leave a welt, before spilling his seed deep, deep inside of your pussy.

As he pumps his seed into you, again and again, you feel that coil come undone and are seeing stars before you know it, panting and moaning and sweating as Carmy holds you in his arms and snaps his hips back into you occasionally.

He’s collapsed over you on the desk, the two of you exhausted and decompressing. He places a few kisses against your cheek before standing up and pulling himself out, groaning again at the sight. He sees your welted ass, pussy red and swollen, knees shaking, body rising up and down from being out of breath and he instinctively pulls your dead weight into his office chair and runs to get you a water.

You decide that you and Carmy have found an incredible, healthy way to work out your differences in the kitchen.

[mrprettywhenhecries]

✦ Name ✦ Winrey "Win" Jane Lewis

✦ Face claim ✦ Kailee Morgue

✦ Age ✦ 18 (in 1984)

✦ Birthdate ✦ 10/01/1967

✦ Zodiac Sign ✦ Libra

✦ Orientation ✦ Bisexual & Polyamourous

✦ Love interest(s) ✦ Billy Hargrove & Steve Harrington

[Read her story: I Don't Think You Notice • tumblr | ao3 ] Note: I'm going to be rewriting/changing parts of this fic soon, since just as I had started writing the third part the Steve thirst hit hard and I decided I wanted to change it from just a Billy/oc fic to Billy/oc/Steve fic. Look for the updated first chapter soon!

✦ Friends ✦ Tina, Carol, Vicky (ex friends), Heather Halloway, Max Mayfield, Robin Buckley, Dustin Henderson, Eddie Munson

✦ Occupation ✦ high school senior, works part time at Sam Goody when Starcourt opens, after the mall closes she gets a receptionist job at the mechanic shop Billy also works at.

✦ Physical Appearance ✦ 5’1", 110lbs, petite, grey eyes, bleached blonde hair in a short bob with bangs and darker roots, pierced lip (right side), small stick & poke tattooed star on left temple

✦ Likes ✦ horror films, sleeping in, mint chocolate chip ice cream & chocolate cake, muscle cars (especially her dad's 69' Chevelle COPO 427), swimming, loud music, collecting chintz, stargazing, big time wrestling/wwf

✦ Dislikes ✦ bugs, fake friends, small towns, being lied to, being underestimated, algebra, spiders/bugs, spicy food, pineapple on pizza, the anniversary of her mom's death

✦ Vices ✦ smoking, weed, whiskey, driving too fast, public/semi-public sex, partying, not wearing pants when home alone

✦ Personality ✦ loyal, determined, street smart, witty, flirtatious, stealthy, moody, aloof, quick to shut people out, stubborn, holds grudges, jealous

✦ Favorite Bands ✦ Blondie, Billy Idol, Pat Benatar, Heart, KISS, Tom Waits, Van Halen, Judas Priest, Fleetwood Mac, Black Sabbath, Bon Jovi

✦ Favorite Movie(s) ✦ Mad Max, Blade Runner, The Lost Boys, Halloween, Better Off Dead

✦ Backstory ✦ Originally from Chicago, Win lost her mother, Ellery, as a teenager, leaving her lost and embittered. Not long after her mother’s passing, unable to process his own grief, her father, David, threw himself into his work, spending long hours away from home and leaving Win unsupervised most of the time. In an attempt to ignore her predicament and fill the void inside her, Win similarly found things to distract herself, mostly vandalism and sex.

At the beginning of her senior year, Win's father was offered a job at Hawkins Lab and he accepted, relocating the two of them to the rural town, hoping the change of scenery would be good for her, and Win was quickly branded as the popular new girl. Though Win couldn't really stand the "friends" she made, she figured it was better than being a loner. Little did she know how much everything would change with the arrival of Billy Hargrove.

[ See her Full Bio Here! 💚✨] [ Alternate Outfits #1 ]

[toobbolive]

I feel like people, when assessing blue team's capabilities, have a tendency to refer to bad as their protector? its true soulfire has been spinning their wheels a lot on other projects but thats because people (tubbo especially) have been trying to create machines and farms that the admin team quickly act to disable.

I don't think blue team really has or needs a protector, and Bad is a great player but he's not the only contributor to their success. they have been doing really well on the survival front without a token protector (like red and philza) and its got nothing to do with fighting! tina is fucking killing it! their farm makes so much fucking food that every other team uses them as a pantry and it doesn't even affect them

as well tubbo has been active in other ways, trying create in order to get dirt in order to get any source of drink to sate thirst, to making a mob farm in order to get experience and use mob kills to tilt the global percent in their favor, and now with the villager trading (mending books!!! dozens and dozens!) he's capable enough in combat to roam solo and his knowledge of mods was integral for them to survive the early days

purgatory is a bad, bad time but there’s a lot more to survival than just fighting it out

[elektrischemaidchen]

Lisztober #15: Hymn to the moon

You want Liszt x Chopin Thirst? Here we go! So, according to your poll result, we're going back to where we all originally came from. And that feels soooo good. :)

This song was originally based on the famous-infamous story about Mary Pleyel, who got hooked up  by Franz in Chopin's flat, while Chip-Chip was travelling. And how fitting that @dinapiss posted this great fanart a few days ago...really at the same time I was listening to a German podcast, ‘Klassik für Klugscheisser’, in which the two presenters asked to tell them exactly what traces of this night of love Chopin had found in his flat (I mean... come on,...it certainly wasn't a garter, you little unspoilt snowflakes.)

In our song, Franz thinks of Chopin while Pleyel (or an unknown girl, you decide) sleeps besides him, after a long night of… well...  I also liked the idea of the sun and the moon so much that I just took it a step further, @chopinski-official

But this time we didn't want to write another sexy-hexy-funny-funny-piece, we tried to convey a real desperate desire. Besides, I've definitely been listening to too much ‘Empires’ by Ari Mason in the last few weeks (Damn, so good, I really wish it was ours).

So, let's lie down next to @franzliszt-official again and see what happens. Morning already has begun. ;)

Comfy squad! Honestly, guys, it's been a rocky road to get here. Not that I haven't enjoyed the last few days (my colleagues only partially, who cares.) And now a lot of cudos to you!

We love all your fanart, your fanfiction, your RPG chats...everything, it's the real shit. That's why we're here on tumblr. And while the other social media world out there - just like the real world - sinks into agitation and disgust, the world here is like warm bunny slippers on a grey rainy day with a little rainbow breaking through. I've had my main profile here for over 10 years and it has really saved me through some madness (but also plunged me into another) This is written to you with love by a group of reallife Tina Belchers,  and (former?) cosplayers. <3

Her wet sweat Still sticks to my chest The scratches on my arms The marks of her lust She holds An empty glass Clutched, tight in her hand And while she sleeps The moonlight paints Long shadows on the wall And I ask myself Can you sleep Wherever you are While my longing Eats my soul? When will we meet again? I, the sun You, the moon Which is so calm and thoughtful Enthroned above all Enthroned above all She stood in your shirt Smiling in the doorway She has A very strange... Intuition for desire Her perfume hangs so piercing In the air of the room But I  search inside the pillows Desperately for your scent She has long since forgiven me That I aspirated your name I can't remember hers Just wanted to escape the loneliness Our lips met Like two drowning persons There's fire in her cheeks But her thighs are so pale When shall we meet again? I,the sun You, the moon Which is so calm and thoughtful Enthroned above all Enthroned above all Your fingers roam aimlessly Over my belly The flavour of her mouth Heavy with wine and smoke My breath in her hair I caressed her back God, please damn me And her own pleasures delight The days go by so Quickly The nights, they are empty And in the far distance Don’t  you know What I am missing? When will we meet again? I, the sun You, the moon Which is so calm and thoughtful Enthroned above all Enthroned above all She said can be for me Whatever I want And I, I secretly wish She'd finally be quiet And she asks After she just woke up Did you miss me And I nod Even though it's the biggest lie Of all...

[take-a-dip-in-the-deadpool]

Bobs Burgers/Great North Crossover AU

Takes place in Alaska

Bob/Beef: Spend the Episode hanging out on the boat fishing. Bob is unprepared for how rigorous the work is. Teddy video calls Bob and he and Beef hit it off.

Linda/Wolf-HunnyBee: Go on a 'wine tour' of lone moose. Linda meets Alyson and they know each other from way back and do NOT get along.

Tina/Judy: Just teenage hormones. Boy watching. Girl watching. No drama. Just boarder line too much thirst. Maybe. MAYBE they kiss. Judy's already shown to be bi-curious and i believe in LGBTina in my soul.

Gene/Ham: Cook/Bake together and come up with a new confectionary treat to celebrate the families meeting. Crispin shows up and is unsure of Genes energy.

Louise/Moon: Louise wants to learn traps and tracking. Moon teaches her and is surprised/almost jealous at how well she picks it all up.

I dont know how all this would tie into a cohesive episode or 2 part episode. But i think at least this is how the pairings would go. I hope Santiago and Mayor Peppers would make appearances too.

[thefallennightmare]

Hope you’re having a good day Tina!!

Just wanted to send you a new Noah thirst trap link!

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTNRatQ4o/

Enjoy!! 😉😁😏

I AM HAVING A WONDERFUL DAY NOW 🫠🥵

Thank you love! 🖤 I also made a gif out of the first clip if anyone is interested

[currymanganese]

This video where a biological anthropologist answers questions on love may interest my fellow Sydcarmy girlies, as Tina said,

"Science, baby!":

Highlights for me include:

1. "Love at first sight exists, attachment may come later and grow over time, but having an instant romantic attraction to someone is a very real phenomenon."

2. The difference between romantic and platonic love is marked by a level of obsession with the object of your affections not seen in platonic love. People who are in love with someone assign sentimental value to even mundane objects that they associate with their beloved.

3. Romantic soulmates exist.

4. Romance isn't dead. "This [love] is a basic brain system that evolved millions of years ago, it's like hunger, or thirst or anger, or fear. You can't kill it!"

5. Couples that play together stay together.

[reclusivesapphire]

THOUGHTS ON THE NEW EP (literally a stream of consciousness) (SPOILERS)

* Ah yes, the Octonauts are suffering. Sounds about right 👍🏼

* I love Tina the Tuna but she needs to like,, cool it with the attitude. “You know what will get water over my gills? 🙄 SWIMMING 😒” She has so much audacity like girl you are getting free healthcare, CAN IT

* The way this doesn’t even imply, but outright STATES there people fish in this world, is so interesting. I can’t help but wonder how that’s legal, or at least how the morality of that isn’t being put into question by just the Octonauts. It’s the same notion I had with the idea of Barnacles hunting: if all the animals are sentient, why is eating each other the norm? Why aren’t there like, laws against that by now? I’d get why it would be acceptable for animals to hunt each other in the wild, but in the case of fishing, I’m assuming that means intelligent, bipedal Animal people™ like the Octonauts are KILLING and EATING other animals. That’s genuinely so scary. The world of Octonauts is more brutal than it lets on.

* I MISSED SEEING HIM IN HIS LITTLE WHEELHOUSE

* Grumpy Kwazii is literally new my favorite thing

* Final thoughts: My thirst for new Octonauts content has been quenched. And what a great episode to kick off the era of new content! Introducing the idea of the Animalpeople being a threat to marine life is really interesting and bold concept for this show, and I hope they do more with it. Loved seeing all the characters again, especially Kwazii, who was basically His Royal Grumpiness the whole episode lmao. 10/10 episode will be foaming at the mouth like a dog until the next one

[i-want-colors-again]

Siren’s song (intro headcanons)

A new vampire moves in Forks and decides to change the narrative.

This is so self indulgent: reader is gender neutral, reader is a newborn vampire and owns a cat (mentioned once as Tina), is reader a bit of Mary sue/Garry Stu ? Maybe, it’s not very long but I wanted to post something before I had to concentrate on my final exams.

Siren’s song: A powerful ability that can charm any creature as well as nature (human, Vampire, werewolf, animals, plants) by singing. It is able to 'breath life' into things.

* At the same time Bella had to move to Forks, a new vampire appeared out of nowhere.

* The shapeshifters were furious and the Cullens had no idea how to approach you.

* On one hand, you were on their territory, as well as the wolves, surrounded by vulnerable humans.

* On the other, you literally moved in. Bought a house, lived in it, and haven’t proved agressive in any way.

* Alice had visions of you and Edward getting along, but he had no intentions of getting involved in this mess.

* But then you showed up at their high school.

* Since you and Bella were both the « new kids », you were able to bond pretty easily and become friends.

* She, of course, asked questions about you: Why were your eyes red? Why were you so cold? Why did you avoid sunlight.

* You pinned it all on a mysterious illness and Bella felt embarrassed about asking, but you assured her that she was allowed to ask questions.

* You became a bit of a duo, hanging out at the cafeteria, bookstores and even taking walks through the forest.

* And that’s when you started to feel followed.

* One look at your eyes made the Cullens understand that you were a newborn, and potentially very dangerous.

* Though, you seemed to have a lot of control over your thirst. Having no issues being around a lot of humans at once, let alone having the occasional physical contact with Bella.

* Today, Edward and Rosalie were tasked with following you around the woods. You were on their territory after all.

* Edward started to feel some sort of admiration for you. You felt so… human still. You were a loner, but seemed approachable.

* He could hear your thoughts clearly:

* « I hope there’s a big animal nearby. »

* « Should I buy Bella a friendship gift ? »

* « I need to get more food for Tina. »

* « Someone’s following me. »

* Edward had to grab and hold back Rose to keep her from getting spotted by you. She mentally cursed him off and both of them waited for you resume your hunt.

* But then, everything became blurry.

* They both remembered a voice, and woke up to two dead deers in the middle of the clearing, with you nowhere to be seen.

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I’ll write more if anyone is interested 🫧 I’ll also accept any requests related to this particular scenario (or even twilight in general)

Have a nice day 💜

[tina-armani]

A bit about me and what I'm doing here if anyone's interested 😉😊

I'm not a seasoned fan. I cannot say that I've followed his life and career since the Shield. Or even Justified. Yes, I'm a Justie. But it was only the beginning of July of 2023 when I first had that fateful thought "hmmm... there is something about this guy Boyd". He rushed into my life like a hurricane, with his larger-than-life personality, his 6D face, his radiant smile and contagious laughter, but at the same time with his calm and kind demeanor, comforting me with his velvet voice, touching me with his beautiful soul, offering wisdom and insight in every single interview, holding my bleeding heart gently in his big hands. Walton Goggins became more than a celebrity crush. He became a part of my DNA, penetrating every minute of every day, in all dimensions, on all the levels of my conciousness.

Tina Armani is not really my name. It's one of Walton's characters (originally Tino), who said something that became one of my favorite quotes of his, because it reflects in my own life: "Even the most hopeless of cases can change if what they are changing for has more power than the fear that is preventing this change".

And so, just like this, he changed my life, made me want to get out of my comfort zone, live more fully, express myself more freely. He awakened emotions in me that for different reasons I thought I was no longer even capable of. I would die for him, not because I'm so dramatic, but if it ever happened, I'd feel that my life has the most value I could imagine for myself. The amount of love I feel for this man scares and inspires me at the same time and it is not fading, it's becoming stronger every day.

But I am only a woman, after all;)) I wonder what regular people think when they first see him, because I lost this capacity. I look at his face and every fucking line on his forehead makes me wanna weep with desire. I am on my knees begging for mercy, but I am enjoying this sweet torture, in a weirdly masochistic way, fully realizing that I can never be with him, but still desperately wanting him and wishing that it doesn't ever end.

So this account here is mainly for expressing these feelings, the ones I would never dare showing anywhere else, on his Instagram or anywhere where he can actually see it. Mostly out of respect for his personal life, but also I would never wanna make him feel uncomfortable... If he ever sees my posts here, well, he came to my space, enter at your own risk, so to speak ;)) Here I can thirst for him, kiss his beautiful mouth and make virtual love to him all I want. I am not embarrased because I know most of you feel the same way. So welcome to my Walton's Vault. It is definitely safe to love him here, in every possible way, even if the whole world goes to hell. ❤️

Jenia

[astroa3h]

Natal Placement: 9th House Saturn

A thirst for higher wisdom has always tugged at you, but the journey hasn't been without its roadblocks. 

You might've faced criticism or strict boundaries around your beliefs or desire to explore. 

The universe might've felt both vast and constraining. Maybe early educational experiences or travel endeavors were challenging or limited. 

However, this placement also means you have the tenacity to shatter these barriers. It can also add a cult-like appeal.

Embrace that struggle; it's shaping you into a beacon of wisdom. Your higher truths are earned, not given, and when you speak, people will listen. 

Celebrity Example: Tina Turner

For Personal Readings Visit: astroash.net TikTok - astroa3h

[porcelainvino]

💚💙!!

What does everyone else get wrong about your favorite character?

do you know how many people say mercedes is straight it makes me CRYYY ik it’s just my headcanon but plz :(

people who call tina annoying/say they ruined her character like i agree to an extent but they mostly say it because they gave her more personality beyond just being the asian girl like god forbid she actually express her emotions for once like HELLO???

OH also all those mfs being like ‘kLaine iS fOr sTraight pEople’ something about that just pisses me tf off 😭 all those mfs that say ANY queer ship is for ‘straight people’ piss me off like what do you even mean by that yk? like SHUT UUUPPPPPPPP

Which character is not as hot as everyone else seems to think?

most if not all of the glee men. like i’ve seen like thirst traps for idk sam or something and it’s like.. who cares………… also blaine sometimes SORRY but i think it’s just more of the *cringe* aspect (i am aroace and i can see people as attractive but to describe them as “wowww they’re so hot” is a little cringe to me personally) of calling a character hot and making horny edits of them rather than i think they’re unattractive