#trickline

[toxicanonymity]

Can you do manhandling Joel, like him throwing her around and also keeping her from trying to escape bc he's too horny to wait and either Tommy or someone is in like the next room or the garage or just outside the door and she's super worried that they're gonna be seen but he has his way with her anyway even though she's trying to fight him off😅🥵

Picnic Table

750 | horny!Joel x reader

SUMMARY: Free Use -> manhandling. Tommy and Maria are on their way over, but Joel is determined to get it in.

A/N: the Joel & Reader from Free Use but can read standalone).

WARNINGS: I8+ dubcon/noncon (read ask) manhandling, PIV sex in public, light degradation/humiliation. unedited

You’re having Tommy & his wife over for a Barbecue and wearing a long flowy sun dress.  You’ve finished getting ready for them to come over and take a moment to relax in a lounge chair in the backyard.  Joel creeps up behind you and kisses you on the head, slides one of his hands into your dress to cup a breast.  “Mmm,” he says, and squats down next to you.  

Joel says, “Know what we forgot to do? Put out the tablecloth and stuff.”  When you’re both finished at the picnic table, he sits down and says, “Alright, now we can relax”  and pats his lap.  

You sit on his lap side-saddle and the edge of your thigh can feel he’s hard.  He forcefully pulls your ass further into his lap, grinding you against his manhood like you’re a toy.  

“Joel, they’ll be here any minute.  . .” 

“Tommy’s always late,” he says.  “Only take a minute.”

This always feels like gray area in your free use agreement.  You don’t mind and even enjoy when he uses your body, but you’re not comfortable with sex in public and he really pushes your boundaries sometimes.  It turns you on, but if you ever got caught, you’d never be able to go in public again.  You’d be too embarrassed.  Joel, on the other hand, doesn’t care.  He’d probably be proud.  Still, his desperate horniness has you tingling between the legs. 

Only take a minute, he says . . .hmm . . . “Promise?”

“C’mere.”  He manhandles you into straddling him.  You’ll probably have bruises.  It’s no use, you stop resisting.  Hopefully it really does only take a minute.  He unbuckles his belt, takes out his hard cock. 

“Fix your dress for me like a good girl,” he says.  You make it so you aren’t sitting on your dress, it falls in front of his knees and on top of his lap and covers both of you where it counts.  He fingers your dripping pussy and rubs his hard cock along it.  

Then you hear a car park in front of the house.  

“That’s them.”  You try to get up, but he forces you down.  His hands are huge and he’s so much stronger than you are.  He lets you stand up only enough to get enough clearance for him to find your entrance with his cock, which he does.  Then he forces you down on it almost all the way.  You gasp as he impales you and you hear Tommy’s car door open.   

“Joel, I’m sorry,” you try really hard to stand up.  You’re squirming against his strength.  He wraps his arms tight around you and pulls you down full-force on his cock and sighs in relief as he does it.  It feels amazing, you feel so full, you love how tight his arms are around you, but you’re uncomfortable and afraid.    

“Not done,” he growls.  He rocks you on top of him and God, it feels good, but no, no, this is bad, Tommy is walking up the driveway and will surely come around the house.  

“Joel please,” you squirm again.  “Whatever you want later, I promise.” 

“No shit,” he says.  “And whatever I want right now.” 

“He’s right there! Let me up!”

“Not ‘til I’m tricklin’ down your thigh, baby. Stop fightin’ and it’ll be over soon.”  

Tommy comes around the side yard, sure enough, and Joel stops rocking you the way he was, but can’t let you out of his lap.  Tommy comes right up to the picnic table.  You rest your head in the crook of Joel’s neck and say “We were just resting.”  

Tommy doen’t seem to buy it, he smirks but lets it go.  

“Yeah,” Joel says.  “After settin’ the table.  Mind grabbin’ the beers from the garage?  There’s a cooler of ice in the kitchen for ‘em.”  

“Sure bro,” Tommy says knowingly.  As soon as he turns around, Joel starts manhandling you on his cock, thrusting up into you as he moves you with one arm tight around you and a big hand on your hip.  You twitch and tighten around him, but don't quite come. Then, finally he erupts inside you with a barely audible grunt and breathes a sigh of relief through his nose. 

“Alright, baby.  Now you can go.”  

You hover over his lap for him to put his dick away, then stand up fully and feel the warmth trickle down your thigh.  A few drops of cum have dribbled onto Joel’s shorts from where you hovered, but he doesn’t care at all.  He’ll wear it proudly.  

-

[chemighoul]

Geez, Isley, it's only been 10 hours since your initial post and you're already bored with the asks? I have to wait up to a month for my St. Joseph's Coat cactus to decide it wants to grow a single new tubercle, but I guess we can't say you have the patience of succulents.

What's the point of your whole plot here? You invite the boy in to observe your garden under the pretense of a white flag, and then take over his blog? Your actions seem quite arbitrary and, dare I say, human.

You know, an observation from a non-human friend of mine is that the "meat beings" currently infesting this planet rarely operate as individuals. Like a fungi colony, what you do to one can have effects that reach throughout their entire social system, which will react accordingly.

All right, so uh.

First, you guys are ride or die, and I appreciate that. Threatening a rogue via my inbox where they're gonna see it? That takes guts, and I do have shooters out there.

However, there's more to this situation than what it looked like, so lemme explain.

As you all saw, I went to her place on her terms, and I brought some derivative toxin kinda like the worst pepper spray that I boiled down from leftover meds I "found". Bad for people, plants won't care, all that goodness. She offered me an inoculation like she gave Ms Harleen: immunity from plant toxins and all kinds, never will I threaten an orchid with the sniffles again during hay fever season. Won't even have to wear a mask and goggles. Of course, I said yes. What I didn't account for is that uh...when people get vaccinated, they can get a dizzy spell from all the shit they just injected, and this one was hefty to say the least...so, I got dizzy, laid down, and took a nap for 10 hours until she woke me up at sundown and told me to go home.

What I came back to was a buncha missed calls, texts, and some rude fuckin' comments that came tricklin' in while I was getting over it over the weekend. (Some of you oughta be ashamed of what you said to her. I'm not posting that shit, so if the misogynist shoe fits, choke on it. ) Do I love that I got frisked? No. But here's the thing: I understand why she did it. I would have too: there's some trust here between us, don't get me wrong, but we're still rogues. We have some mutual respect because we both know we can ruin each other if we decide to, and the crux of it is that we continually choose not to. Make of that what you will.

All that to say...have a little more respect, huh?

[cosmicjoke]

Banana Fish Drabble Request

This was a writing request that I recently completed for someone, and I thought I'd share it here:

The pigs had him.

He’d tried runnin’.  That’d been a mistake. 

Been a bigger mistake, gettin’ violent, tryin’ to break loose.  He’d caught one ‘a the bastards across the face, and gotten one ‘a the pigs billy’s across his knees for the trouble; gotten a bloody mouth.

“You nasty little whore,” the cop’d said, scruffin’ him by the collar like he was an angry cat, cuffin’ his hands at his back and shovin’ him into the back seat of the squad car.

Ash’s heart had hammered hard against his ribs, fear in his gut, even as he’d kicked at the seat in front of him and screamed profanities.

Papa Dino was gonna’ find out he’d been picked up for solicitin’.  He was gonna’ be pissed.  He was gonna’…

“Ash, kid… you alright?”

Ash’s eyes cut up to Captain Jenkins, seein’ the sorry look on his face, like he’s feelin’ bad for him.  Feelin’ guilty.

Ash sneers at him, leaning away.

“The fuck do you care, pig?” He spits, “You keep… keep haulin’ me in.  I ain’t hurt nobody.  It’s fucked, you pickin’ us whores up off the streets, like that’s the fuckin’ crime.  Don’t do nothin’ ‘bout the perves cruisin’ for us.  That’s some classic victim blamin’ there, Cap.  You probably think, hell, if it weren’t for us whores out there on the corners, wouldn’t be no pervs.  Like we create the temptation and they just can’t help their poor selves.  You and this whole department’s a fuckin’ joke, you know that?”

Jenkins’ got that sorry look still, lips pullin’ down at the corners.

Looks at him like he feel pity and Ash don’t want it.  He don’t want nothin’ from no pig.

“The fuck you want from me, Cap?” He finally demands, “You ain’t processed me yet, so I know you want somethin’.  Just spit it the fuck out already,”

Jenkins shakes his head.  He’s sweatin’.  Got a line of it tricklin’ down his temple.  What’s he got to be nervous for, Ash wonders. 

He was the one in the hot seat.

“You’re too smart for me, kid,” the captain tells him, and Ash feels sick.

Yeah, he was too smart.

Too smart for everybody.

All bein’ smart ever got him was hatred and unwanted attention.

All bein’ smart ever got him was men’s greed and lust.

“We need your help, Ash,” Jenkins finally admits.

“No,” Ash tells him immediately.

He ain’t doin’ this again.

He ain’t puttin’ himself in that position.

“Please, Ash,” Jenkins pleads, “this guy… he’s been pickin’ kids off.  He doesn’t even clean up, doesn’t try to hide it.  He just leave the bodies where he kill’s em.  Kids like you.  Street kids that nobody’ll miss…”

The captain seems to realize too late what he’s just said, his face goin’ pale.

“I didn’t mean that,” he starts and Ash laughs.

“Yeah you did, Cap,” Ash tells him, “and fuck, it’s true.  Don’t nobody want me, ‘cept pervs on power trips and pigs who think I’m good bait for a trap,”

Jenkins lips thin, and Ash can see the guilt rollin’ off him.  He wishes he’d save it.  He don’t want no ones pity or hard feelings.

“Please, Ash,” he begs again.

“I almost got killed last time I helped you bastards,” Ash says, voice flat, “so what are you gonna’ give me if I help you this time to make it worth it?”

He can already tell by the look on Jenkins face that he won’t be able to give him nothin’. And Ash hates himself. He hates himself, ‘cause he knows already he’s gonna’ accept, ‘cause he can’t… can’t just let some perv fuck keep killin’ kids out there. Not if there’s somethin’ he can do to stop it.

“… I’ll make sure you aren’t charged with solicitation,” Jenkins tells him now, as if that’s some sort’a consolation.

Ash scoffs, folding his arms.

“Could’a just left me alone for that,” he spits, “instead you wanna’ dress it up like you’re doin’ me a favor by not puttin’ another mark on my record,”

Jenkins looks away, shoulders slumping.

“… I’m sorry, Ash,” he says, sounding suddenly ashamed, “… I just… we can’t catch this guy… we don’t know what else to do,”

“… Yeah, you pigs don’t ever know what to do. You let kids like me pay for your fuck-ups, and then expect me to fix it for ya,” he shakes his head, “but fine, I’ll be your fuckin’ bait, Cap, so long as you let me go after. No… no callin’ up Dino to bail me out. You let me go, Scot-free,”

Jenkins looks relieved, a heavy breath punchin’ outta’ his lungs.

“Of course,” he promises, “whatever you need. And… and thank you, Ash,”

He holds his hand out, like he wants to shake on it or some shit, but Ash ain’t interested, ignoring it.

I’m a fuckin’ idiot, he thinks dismally.

Maybe he was always gettin’ screwed-over by life ‘cause the big brain between his ears wasn’t good for nothin’ that actually mattered.

//

It goes south.

He finds the man… or more like, the man finds him.  Big brute of a bastard, gets the jump on him, dragging him, kickin’ and screamin’, into a back alley.  Gets Ash pinned up against the rain-slicked brick wall.

Stupid, stupid, stupid, Ash thinks as he struggles in the man’s hold.  Fuckin’ fallin’ asleep like that.  Wasn’t no excuse.  Didn’t matter if he hadn’t slept none the last three days.  Wasn’t no excuse, and now he was gonna’ pay the price.

The guys hand around his throat is like a vice, chokin’ the life from him, and panic takes Ash by the heart, a horror show of lights blinkin’ and poppin’ in his eyes as he struggles to breathe.

He can feel his legs, kickin’ frantic and desperate, tryin’ to get any kind of purchase, any kind of leverage.

But he’s no match for the brute strength of this freak, and Ash knows, if he don’t do somethin’ quick, he’s gonna’ die here, in some stinkin’ back alley hell hole, where nobody’ll ever find him.

He remember then, sudden and sharp, the knife tucked away inside his coat pocket.  Just a small switchblade, but it should be enough, if he aims right.

He goes for it, slippin’ his hand inside his jacket, fingers fumbling and spasming around the handle.  It slips from his grasp more than once, and Ash grits his teeth.  He can feel himself tippin’ toward unconsciousness.  He knows if he blacks out, it’s over.

Finally, he manages to get a good grip on the thing, pullin’ it free. 

He depresses the button, the blade springing free, and Ash don’t hesitate.

He slashes the thing, right across the fuck’s face, catchin’ him in the eye.

The man drops him and Ash falls, hard, to his hands and knees.

He convulses, body sucking desperately for air, strangled gasps and wretched coughs in between, the air burning like fire in his lungs.

He don’t got time for it.

His brain screams at him to get up.  Get up now!

He forces himself to, the man’s pained moans coming sudden to his ears.

Ash sees him, stumbled back against the opposite wall, grasping at his face.

Blood seeps between his thick fingers.

For a moment, Ash stares at him, frozen in place, his heart hammering against his ribs, blood in his eats.

Black spots dance across his vision, everything blurred into an indistinct haze.  Somewhere, he’s aware of the already aching pain of his crushed throat.

“… kill you,” the man is muttering, “I’ll fuckin’ kill you!”

Ash’s heart slams harder, and he realizes with a start he’s dropped his knife.

He don’t know where it went.

His eyes search the ground frantically, but he can’t see shit in this light, can’t get his vision to clear enough to see anything.

“I’LL FUCKIN’ KILL YOU!” The man screams, and suddenly he’s lunging at Ash, hands outreached, fingers curling like claws to grab him.

Ash catches sight of his horrible, twisted face, his left eye slashed wide down the middle, a congealed sludge, mangled in the socket, a mask of red over everything. 

He barely manages to duck underneath the man’s reaching hands, and then he’s gone, feet slamming, turning over fast he can make ‘em against the wet pavement, his breath like thunder in his ears.

He breaks from the alley and sprints down the street.

He hears the man behind him, running after him, and Ash’s heart is in his throat, a numb horror through his guts.

He can’t let this guy catch him.  Can’t.  He doesn’t wanna’ know what’ll happen if he does.

But he’s got no place.

No place to hide.

The cops weren’t in sight.  He’d ditched his ear-piece a couple nights back, not interested in havin’ a tail. 

He wishes now he’d kept it.

It flashes then, in his mind, the one place he can go.  The one place he’ll be safe.

‘Least, from this fucker, he will.  Safe from the pigs, too.

Dino.

He don’t want to.  Last place he wants to go.  But ain’t no way this fuck’ll ever find him there.

He breaks for the nearest subway station, then.  Can still hear the bastard at his heels, refusing to give up.

Ash’s knees are like rubber as he barrels down the stone steps leading underground, prayin’ to a god he don’t even believe in that there’s a train waitin’.

He almost chokes with relief when he sees there is, passengers milling slowly in and out.

Ash crashes into them as he pushes his way through the crowd, ignoring the cursed insults flying his way as he just barely makes it through the closing doors of the train.

He falls forward, collapsing into one of the seats, mouth hung open in gasping breaths, heart threatening to push itself from his chest.

His hands are numb as he buries them in his hair, leaning forward onto his knees.

He only realizes, minutes later, how violently they shake.

//

“Ash,” Dino greets him, the sick satisfaction in his eyes making Ash’s skin crawl, “how unlike you, to come without being called.  To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Ash swallows back the bile in his throat, shovin’ down the voice, tellin’ him this was a mistake.

“I just… needed to get off the streets for a while,” he lies weakly, and knows Dino don’t buy it.

He stands from his chair, eyes narrowing as he stares down at him, chewing absently on the end of his cigar.

“Did you, now?” He asks, stepping nearer, and Ash resists the urge to step back.

“Y-yeah, I just… things were getting hard,”

“Come now, Ash, you expect me to believe that?  You’re an old hand at surviving the streets these days, are you not?”

Dino stands right in front of him, now, towering over him, and Ash turns his face down, swallowing past his tightening throat.

Dino’s hand on his chin forces his face back up.

“Tell me the truth, boy, or you’ll be sorry.  You know I don’t appreciate your lies,”

Ash’s eyes burn, and he wills the tears away.

“… Someone was… was after me,” he confesses weakly, “he… he wanted to kill me,”

“Oh, and who might this man be?  One of your clients?”

Ash knows, if he lies now, and Dino finds out he was lyin’, he’ll be fucked.  Whatever punishment Dino was gonna’ hand out to him for gettin’ pinched by the cops, for agreein’ to work with ‘em, it wouldn’t be as bad as him finding out Ash’d lied to him about it all.

So he admits it.  One, long stream of word vomit, a sick nausea in his gut as he watches Dino’s eyes grow black with displeasure.

“I see,” he says, once Ash has finished, voice deceptively calm, “that is unfortunate, boy,”

Ash only sees Dino’s hand raise.

He doesn’t have time beyond that for anything before the back of it comes crashing down on him, the blow whiting his vision and sending his mind to black.

//

When he wakes, he’s in his room.

The room Dino makes him stay in whenever he’s here, Ash reminds himself.

He doesn’t need to check the door to know it’s locked from the outside.

His face is a rage of pain, the taste of blood in the back of his throat, and he reaches up tentative fingers to feel at his swollen cheek and eye, flares of agony through the tender skin as he presses against it.

Dino musta’ kicked him again after he’d passed out.

That means he was mad.  Whenever he hit Ash that hard… he was really fuckin’ pissed.

A headache throbs through his temples.

Shit…

He’d made a mistake, he thinks, comin’ here. 

He shouldn’t of… 

Should’ve taken his chances out there on the streets, even with that psycho after him, he…

He’d panicked. 

Wasn’t no way around that.

Comin’ to Dino, he’d let the fear get him.

And now he was here, and he wouldn’t be allowed to leave ‘till Dino allowed it. 

He already knows what’ll happen.  What Dino’ll expect of him tonight.

For a moment, there’s an agonized despair, crushing the breath from him.

And then… nothing.

It’s his life, he tells himself.

This is his life.

Dino will rape him, and that’s the way it is.

No use in cryin’ about it.

No use in complainin’.

He did it to himself this time, coming here when he shoulda’ known better.

He did it to himself.

Whatever comes now, he’s got no one but himself to blame.

[krikeymate]

Need that Tara feeding from Sam scene 👀 Fangs 2B methinks?

"No."

"Tara... please."

Sam's desperate pleading is ignored as Tara shakes her head, leaning forward against the counter with shaky arms, turned away from her. It's easier to rebuff Sam when she doesn't have to look at her.

"We're out of options," Sam exclaims, stepping closer. "We have to try!"

A growl reverberates through Tara's chest and she slams her palms down against the countertop. "There is no we, Sam!" she yells over the crack of the granite beneath her hands. She leans forward and takes a desperate gasp she shouldn't even need.

Tara swipes a hand through the dust and runs it through her hair. "This is my problem. I'm the one who-"

"Our problem," Sam interjects. "We're a team, remember? Together forever, no matter what."

"Fucking hell Sam, we were kids when we said that." Tears well in Tara's eyes at the reminder of the promise Sam had made to her a decade ago. She'd promised they'd always be pack, even if Tara never turned. Then a year later she'd fulfilled that promise, chasing their father off as he tried to force Tara to turn (or have her die trying). How does Tara repay her? By getting herself killed and turned into a broken vampire, and then eating their mother.

A touch on her shoulder startles her out of her thoughts.

"You're still my pack, Tara. Wolf or no wolf. Human or vampire."

Tara bares her teeth at her sister, pupils mere pinpricks in her now-garnet eyes. Sam's eyes flash, a bright gold that glitters in the moonlight, and her hand moves up to cup the back of Tara's head, the other grabbing her shoulder and turning her around.

"You're starving to death - true death - and I can't lose you, Tara. It would kill me. If there's any chance this will work, I need you to take it."

The sincerity in Sam's voice is a stake through her unbeating heart.

"I don't want to hurt you," Tara whispers, unable to look her sister in the eyes.

Sam's hand slides to her chin, lifting it with a laugh. "I'm a full-blooded wolf with years of experience, and you're a starved baby vampire, do you really think you can hurt me?"

"What about mom?"

Sam sighs. "I don't know what happened Tara, maybe you took her by surprise, maybe she just wasn't as strong as she pretended she was..."

Tara studies her for a moment before she speaks again, voice small and uncertain. "...What if it doesn't work?"

Sam does what she always does when her sister is scared, she pulls her into her arms. "Then we'll figure it out... Now please, try."

Tara rests her forehead against Sam's shoulder and takes a deep breathe, an obsolete instinct that manages to persist, even weeks after her heart last beat. She can feel the pulse of blood thrumming beneath Sam's skin.

It calls to her. She's so hungry.

"Promise me you'll stop me if I go too far," she moans, fighting against the urge to sink her teeth into her neck, to rip and tear until the blood is free.

Sam raises a hand to the back of Tara's head and threads her fingers through her hair, claws tickling the skin. "I promise."

Tara gives in and bites.

It tastes so good.

It's not the bitter tartness of the animals Sam bought her, or the humans that were offered to her, nor Amber's own blood.

This is decadent.

Tara keeps waiting for the sharp nausea to appear, for the blood to rebel in her stomach, for her body to reject it like all the rest.

It doesn't happen.

She gets to feed for the first time since she first turned and... her mother. It makes her feel strong. No more blurry vision and shaking limbs, the constant ache in her body dissipates, her stomach feels full.

She needs more.

Her nails dig into Sam's back, squeezing her tighter, teeth sinking deeper.

"Tara," Sam warns. The girl doesn't respond, unable to hear her, lost in the blood.

Sam digs her claws in, tugging at her sister's hair. She pulls, detaching Tara from her neck. Her sister's eyes are blown, more black than red, and distant, unable to focus on anything other than the blood trickling over her skin.

Tara struggles in her grip, but Sam's strength prevails, as she expected it would. She doesn't know how Tara managed to overpower their mother, but she always knew, without hesitation, that Tara wouldn't be able to hurt her. Not like this anyway.

The girl whines in her grip, her gaze fixed on her neck. Sam turns her around, pulling Tara's back to her front and holding her to her chest. She pulls them both down to the floor to sit and wait.

The blood-high will fade, she knows, and her sister will come back to her. She just has to be patient.

Sam leans her head against the back of Tara's and resists the urge to cry in relief.

[visage-of-hell]

(Starter for @statiicstag: Seven years. It had been seven ... fucking ... years since she last saw that shit-eating grin of his. Back when life was still relatively simple--just a wannabe hotshot looking to make a name for herself in the bounty hunting business, like her father before her. She never would have guessed how the one bounty she failed to collect would redirect her life like this. She should be glad to see Alastor back, after so long away. And, well ... she was--but that happiness was soured by the fact that he'd just ... left. Not a word to the person who was supposed to be his friend, someone he claimed to trust. And then to just brush off his return like nothing? Did he even try looking for her upon his return...? Visage heaved a heavy sigh as she stepped out of the elevator, adjusting her tie in frustration. In a fucked up sort of way, it was funny--she was an Overlord now. The reality of it still hadn't really sunk in. All that life had thrown at her, and the hellhound had now gone from hunting demons of this status to actually being one. How times changed. Distracted as she was entangled in her own thoughts, she was oblivious to whoever might still be around as she withdrew her hellphone from her vest pocket and dialed. After a ring or two, a gruff voice came from the other end of the line. "Yeah, Boss?" "Update me, Gnash. Everything still solid at the club? I'm not in for any surprises when I get home, am I...?" The unspoken threat in her tone was impossible to miss. "N-Nope! Everything's business as usual over here, Ma'am, nothin' to worry about. The cherub's managing the bar and patrons are already tricklin' in for the night." "Good. Make sure it stays that way while I'm out. Be back soon." Without even awaiting a response, the hellhound hung up the call and stuffed her phone back into her vest with an annoyed huff. Grateful as she was for Carmine's aid in getting her club funded and established, her hands were now exceedingly full--ensuring her employees were properly taken care of ... keeping her soul contracts on a tight leash ... and remaining on the lookout for incoming threats were all new concepts. For all the arms dealer's assistance, in the end Visage was still just a new fledgling Overlord thrown into the deep end of the pool alongside all the bigger fish. Sink or swim.

[therappundit]

THE PUNDIT's Picks: More of 2024's Finest [*Part 5*]

In case you missed Part 1 - 4: https://therappundit.tumblr.com/post/755014827549835264/the-pundits-picks-best-of-2024-mid-year

Plenty of more favorites from the first half of 2024, and some new ones that I have been feeling this week...dare I say, this collection may be my most diverse list yet (in terms of different styles top to bottom):

"Rocafella Chain" - Grafh & 38 Spesh feat. Peedi Crakk, Freeway & Memphis Bleek

"Super Rufus" - Rufus Sims & Billionaire Boyscout

"Coolin Fr" - Jaysanityy

"Still On Steele" - Teller Bank$ & Ed Glorious

"HOO" - LIFEOFTHOM & Stoic

"Dream Blunt Rotation" - Rich Jones & SINAI. (Sleep Sinatra) feat. AJ Suede, Qari & J.U.S

"Sazon Gun Powder" - DJ Mickey Knox feat. Estee Nack & Chubs

"Booger Sugar" - Daniel Son & Futurewave feat. Al.Divino

"POLAR BEAR" - Trapmat Savior feat. Mike Shabb

"6ix" - Sekwence & killer kane feat. Defcee & Lord Juco

"Proper Vertigo" - mynameisntjmack feat. Sol ChYld

"Boogey Woogey Night" - BabyTron & Certified Trapper

"Out Yo Hands" - Lil Tre feat. Big C

"time tricklin'" - rimhan! feat. oldmanfreeman

"Care Plan" - Your Old Droog feat. Yasiin Bey

"Etouffee" - Vince Staples

"Jungle Juice" - Lil Double 0 feat. LUCKI & Lil Crix

"Bleed" - Fastmoney Ant feat. YFG Fatso, DCG Shun, DCG Bsavv & Lil King

"PROJECTz" - Yonaa feat. Chicken P & Myaap

Milwaukee rap is so damn fun 🔥

[kuwdora]

My brain continues to be waterlogged from burnout/PTSD and late stage capitalism. I either have two speeds: zooming everywhere like I'm golden Sonic and vibrating with New Ideas. Or I'm stuck in molasses and I'm having a hard time following through with my current tasks and responsibilities. It's still an uphill battle navigating the dysregulation and dysfunction since all of this is manifesting slightly differently than what I'm used to dealing with. I was telling a friend the other day that I have a TON of fucking spoons, they're all just melted into the most useless shapes and abstract renderings that kind of hypnotize me. Like...what am I supposed to do with these things? Gonna try to melt them back into a proper shape with habit stacking, accountability and continuing to be gentle to myself in the face of uncertainty and things outside my control. I am doing a lot, even when it doesn't feel that way. Anyway, thank you friends for tagging me in all the fun tag games and sharing pretty pictures or sending me delightful DMs. I have approximately 29 blog posts about all the randomness and fannishness bouncing around in my head that I'll b shoving into my queue. Oh, my queue which is actually almost maxed out because I had gone on a queue-stuffing frenzy in December since I couldn't stand having my drafts folder so large anymore and I've only just been adding since then. And now it's like 900 posts long? So maybe you'll see a random reblog of your post in six to eight months into your future. Sorry? I ought to make some sort of mini "about me" post or something since I'd gotten a lot of new witcher folks followin' me in the last few months. And now all my vidding and multi-fandom friends are tricklin' in over from Twitter. I just have to let you all know that I am so fannishly all over the board with my interests that I will just keep trying to over-tag things for people's filters. I am 1 half witcher fixation, one quarter vidding, one quarter all my other media interests. yeah, yeah, this has been an actual post. what a marvel. I keep telling myself I used to blog more but that was probably like a decade ago now. But the desire is still there. I was more chatty on Twitter in the last few years (until recently). I have more than enough to say about this or that when rolling around in DMs. Just gotta try to let myself noodle in my own tumblr space some more.

[seaturtleninja-blog]

Sucks that my country owns the whole fuckin world and I don't even get healthcare. Economics sure are tricklin down lol.

I honestly think this map is a bit fucked up no les parece

oh nothing it's just the US military casually (not so casually) admitting "we aren't a force to defend our country, we are a force to enforce our empire, and that empire is the entire planet"

[whavradio]

Students at the Haverhill YMCA’s Summer Literacy Academy Show Off Reading Skills

To submit school announcements, click on image. The Haverhill YMCA last Friday celebrated the completion of its Summer Literacy Academy, a program that served 50 soon-to-be first, second and third-graders. Students attended classes at the Caleb Dustin Hunking School each morning and to YMCA’s Camp Tricklin’ Falls in the afternoon. “The biggest impact we see through Summer Step Up is the…

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: August 28, 2011

Lyrics:

I feel like everybody's standing around me watching me now

I feel like whatever I do tonight would be the talk of the town

They wanna know how I'm gonna move my body

When the beat goes

'Cause something comes over me

When the beat goes

Well, I'mma rip my clothes off

Take a leap and surf through the crowd

Yeah, yeah

Drippin' down my neck

Soakin' wet

Sink or swim or you drown

Yeah, yeah

Let's get a little wet

I like the way you're workin' me out

Let's get a little wet

I like the way you're workin' me out

Body's getting super hot

Feels like a hundred degrees

I'm waitin' for a man with the fan

Who can give me a breeze

If you touch me there

Please beware you can start up a fire

I don't mind if you take me home

Cool me off in the shower

Well, I'mma rip my clothes off

Take a leap and surf through the crowd

Yeah, yeah

Drippin' down my neck

Soakin' wet

Sink or swim or you drown

Yeah, yeah

Let's get a little wet

I like the way you're workin' me out

Let's get a little wet

I like the way you're workin' me out

I love it when the heat from the beat melts me to the ground

I love it when it gets so wet starts tricklin' down

This beat is filthy dirty

I feel it all over me

Yeah e-yeah

Ha-ha-ha

Ha-ha-ha

Ha-ha-ha

Ha-ha-ha

Songwriter:

Well, I'mma rip my clothes off

Take a leap and surf through the crowd

Yeah, yeah

Drippin' down my neck

Soakin' wet

Sink or swim or you drown

Yeah, yeah

Let's get a little wet

I like the way you're workin' me out

Let's get a little wet

I like the way you're workin' me out

Esther Dean / Mikkel Storleer Eriksen / Sandy Julien Wilhelm / Tor Erik Hermansen / Traci Colleen Hale

SongFacts:

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Homepage:

Nicole Scherzinger

[toxicanonymity]

Low key wishing there were Joelkémon cards to collect ngl

Omg me too. / Blog FAQs

ABOUT: these are just joels i write. an anon called them joelkemons because i would strategically select a joel from my collection to tackle certain requests, and it caught on.

ACTUAL CARDS HERE by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Trouble Joel Signature Appearance: Tight jeans & tee Calls you: Trouble, sugar, baby Attack: That horny look Charge attack: Banter Tagline: You really are trouble Birthday: March 11 Evolves From: Just the Tip (joel master list)

Night Walks Joel Signature appearance: PJ pants Calls you: Pumpkin, baby Attack: Dirty talk Charge attack: Shotgunning Catchphrase: Hell yeah Tagline: Lift heavy, talk dirty, smoke weed Birthday: March 21

Raider Joel Signature appearance: Tactical jeggings Calls you: Sweet pea, baby Attack: Too-tight hug Charge attack: Dark fluff Tagline: It's for your own good, sweet pea Birthday: March 24

Free Use Joel (Demoted out of the prime time brothel) Signature Appearance: Blue collar Calls you: Baby, if he even addresses you Attack: Use Charge attack: Manhandling Tagline: Not til I'm tricklin' down your thigh baby Birthday: April 1 Comes With: Tommy Optional

Speakeasy Joel (Demoted out of the prime time brothel) Signature appearance: Visible erection Calls you: Baby Attack: PDA Charge attack: Showing you off Tagline: C'mere Birthday: April 3 Evolves From: For Survival (joel master list)

Stepdad Joel Signature Appearance: Joggers, glasses Calls you: Sweetheart, baby  Attack: Inner thigh rest Charge attack: Crying and jacking off Tagline: You're tryin' to kill me Birthday: April 7

Lincoln Joel Sig. appearance: shirt tucked-in, combed hair Calls you: Peaches, darlin', baby Attack: Comforting embrace Charge attack: Sex Ed Tagline: It's s'posed to feel good Birthday: April 19

Thighs Out Joel Signature Appearance: Mid-thigh shorts Calls you: Baby Attack: Full-body press, woo Charge attack: Say stop Tagline: Sky's out, thighs out Birthday: April 29

Slasher Joel Signature Appearance: Blue jumpsuit.  Calls you: Sweetheart, baby.   Attack: get curious Charge attack: near-death experience Birthday: May 11 Catchphrase: Real dangerous out here

Vampire Joel Appearance: Long cardigan with standing collar Calls you: Sweetheart, his special one Attack: Apologetic blood sucking Charge attack: Trying his best Birthday: June 11 Catchphrase: You taste so special

Jojo Signature appearance: heavily tattooed Calls you: Baby, jailbird or buttercup Attack: Dirty talk Charge attacks: Dick print, doing lines Catchphrase: Be good Birthday: August 14 Comes with: Mabel

[badlek]

♰    accepting meme  ⁏   @osheir:    ›    ‘  i  know  what  you're  thinking.  don't  do  it.  not  a  good  idea.   ”

BAD  IDEAS  &  BAD  KITTENS  LOVE  TO  CO-EXIST  TOGETHER  ;  YIN  -  YANG  OR  SOMETHING  CLOSE  TO  HOW  PROPHETIC,  HER  &  TROUBLE,  WERE.  10PM ON A SATURDAY & SHE  WAS  ALREADY  GRINNIN'  AWAY  WHILST  EYEING  SOME  UNLUCKY JOE-SOME'S  INVESTORS'  WIFE. YAPPING  AWAY  ABOUT  HER  JEWELRY  COLLECTION  WITH  A  RACK  OF  DIAMONDS  AROUND  HER  NECK,  SOME  TRICKLIN'  DOWN  FROM  HER  FAR-TOO-COMPLICATED  OF  A  RAT'S  NEST  UP-DO.  HOW  DUMB  THE  ELITES'  WERE  WHEN  THEY  THOUGHT  THEY  WERE  AMONGST  FRIENDS.   TOO-TRUSTING;    CARELESS;    STUPID.   AS  IF  MONEY  WAS  CALLIN'  HER  NAME,  NOIR  WAS  LEANIN'  IN...   LOOKIN'  FOR  A  LOCATION,    A  SCHEDULE,    A  POOR  SICKLY  GRANDMA  THAT  WAS  GUARDIN'  HER  PRIZE,    THE  MOST  PERFECT  INVITATION,    BUT  LIKE  EVERY  OTHER  ANTI-HERO..   HAROLD'S  WORDS  SNAPPED  HER  BACK  INTO  REALITY.   OF  COURSE,  SPIDEY  WOULD  GIVE  HER  A  GOD-BLESS'T  CHAPERONE  AT  AN  EVENT  LIKE  THIS.  FUCK.  FROWN  WAS  REPLACING  GRIN  BEFORE  SHE  EVEN  BOTHERED  TO  TURN  TO  RUSSET  MONEY-MAKER.    "      you  sure  know  how  to  ruin  some  fun,  osborn.   did  he  send  you?    or  are  ya'  a  party-crasher  all  by  your  lonesome?    "

[marrowofstructure]

Utter words he should know

Scriptures that carve no lines in the snow

I've paid for his words, to hear him

Here he sits in silence

I will queeze what I can, from this fragile old man

A visionary, a sage,

Reader of books, empty on each page

Gone are the lines of which to read between

No shape nor name to bear on us certainty

Far too close but just away enough

To breathe a little deeper

To hope a little louder

Pissed on the bricks that shaped our shelter

I see the clay in them

And I have seen the clay in them

Breathing like an auger,

I spoke to the dreams

Brought back with them, an array of little oddlers

Seemingly, a voice and grain of sand to each

Seemingly, I ignored the breach

Spiteful insights tricklin' in

Set my blood alight

Seamlessly, neighbors made to parasites

Seamlessly, cold was made from warm nights

Grain by grain, the tide is pushed away

I will crawl deep down, outside the light of day

Pull myself away

The shore is lost as deserts are made

Each grain for I have paid

[deanu]

I tried to decipher so mind the unsure parts marked with "?"

Everywhere I look

Everywhere I look

Everywhere I look

It's aquatic ocean atmosphere

Comin in Down

Bubblin Brows?

Fat tricklin down

Drippin all wet

All over ya now

Hope ya don't drown

Mouths of the river

Found entrenched

There's forefront Clouds

On your undercrown

On your town

Getting flooded in dis?

You're crawlin on top of the rooftop

Hollerin

Now your whole village is drenched

Waterfall

They caught it all

It's potable

We'll bound it in blue

Wrapped it in some plastic

Then told you you've got to have it all

Torch it if you break away from all attempts at full control

Undeniable

Part of you all

Without it, get the 'proach?

Down south

Face of the mountain

Proudly cascading downward

A fountain of backbreaking showers

Crashing the basin

Pounding

Evaporating outward into the landscape

Like powder

Feeding an elaborate display of flowers

Flora

An avast array of founder?

Don't wait till you're ready

A hero will know when he should come

Don't wait till you're ready

Your leader would already have jumped

Don't wait till you're ready

Drown and you forever dry up

Don't wait till you're ready

Our drop has all the power

Rippling and dribbling over the little pebbles on the beach

Gently tickling In between the little baby's feet

Tiny minnows swimming shimmering like crystals in the stream

Living simple and eventually drift into the sea

Drip drip

Drop drop

Every little trickle worth a lot

At the mountain top

Breathe in at the lodge???

Came into a creek into a river

Til the baubles bought

Cat tails? Highly sought

Fought over resources?

Prior retire is? prized as the first order

First on the ship

No one giving any quarter

Coveted degree like a diseased hoarder

Indestructible

Want some bubble

No one can click

And no one can meet me fine

Can't defeat me

You can only heat me

Take any shape

And take any form

I can give ya life

I can come as swarms

I'll be here on earth

When mankind is gone

I'm invincible

Let me quench your thirst

to the planes of earth

From the sky I fall

Rain down

????

Waterfall

Lake

Ocean

Watershed moment

You know it's bad when you can't find any lyrics of the song you like online

[dharmography]

Balance on rope Rodeo slacklining is the art and practice of cultivating balance on a piece of rope or webbing draped slack between two anchor points, typically about 15 to 30 feet (455 to 915 cm) apart and 2 to 3 feet (60 to 90 cm) off the ground in the center. #dharmOgraphy #slackline #slacklife #slacklining #highline #balance #trickline #slack #slackliner #slacklinebrasil #equilibrio #slackliners #slackvida #gibbonslacklines #slacklove #sport #climbing #yoga #slackgirl #slackgirls #longline #slacklines #training #slacklinebr #slacklinetricks #o #waterline #jibline #yogaline #nature (at Lodhi Garden-Lodhi Road) https://www.instagram.com/p/CWFo8HbPyVC/?utm_medium=tumblr

[demiandan]

Equilíbrio é fundamental, então desejo um feriado bem equilibrado pra todos vcs!!! Muita natureza 💚💚💚 #slackline #slacklife #slacklining #highline #trickline #balance #slack #slackliner #slacklinebrasil #feriadocorpuschristi #feriado #slackliners #gibbonslacklines #slacklove #slackgirls #slackgirl #yoga #climbing #sport #longline #slacklinebr #training #slacklines #slacklinetricks #jibline #nature #yogaline #waterline #statictrick #equilibrio (em Brazil) https://www.instagram.com/p/CPn1sA6l1VR/?utm_medium=tumblr