#what am I SAYING

[natalieironside]

"The boycott didn't work" It was never a boycott. It's not a mass action. It's just me, saying "I can't be a party to this if I ever want to look my reflection in the eyes again" and "I can't waste my time cultivating friendships with people of such low character."

Have you never made a choice purely for your own benefit and stubborn pride before?

[Edit]

This is about your little game. This post is about how y'all are people with no character, yellow bellies, and spines made of warm, wet spaghetti. Don't bother telling me all about it; I'm just going to block you and then forget you exist because it's less than stepping on a roach to me.

[ownalternative]

Paul McCartney being your fave Beatle may seem cliche and basic seeing he’s the cute loud one but don’t be mistaken. Paul Girls are uniquely disturbed,

[fishing-lesbian-catgirl]

Fine. I’m sorry. I said it, are you happy now? No?Well excuse me, but it’s not like it’s my fault that your foreskin got pinched in between my doll joints

[azuree1733]

I don’t think I’ve posted these doodles here

[can-of-w0rmz]

The Dracula protags are kinda in my head rn for some reason. Jonathan‘s such a sweetheart. Mina’s such an icon. Seward is such a cringefail loser. They’re just so silly. But it’s a CRIME that in that entire book Seward does not get a singular proper hug. My guy needed it. That lad was holding on by a thread the entire time. It’s ok bro. You’re a wee bit mentally unstable. Stop overthinking and sleep for a minute. Arthur gets all the sobbing sessions even van Helsing gets his sobbing session but where is my favourite pathetic guy Dr. John Seward’s sobbing session. In my Heart he had one and was just too embarrassed to note it down.

Anywya they’re like. Flash game virtual pets to me.

[vellialavellious]

hakuba knew that kaito kid was disguising as shinichi cause his ass was too flat i know because im gosho thank you goodnight

[insane-hag]

RISE OF RED GLASSHEART HEADCANON

Right so as a fandom we have established that Chloe’s first language is French, and there’s also a popular hc that Red’s is Spanish, and basically i think when they’re really tired they just talk to each other in their first languages because they never really get to use them in terms time because everyone speaks English so they have no idea what the other is saying but like they both GET IT yk.

[love-and-d33pthroats]

can there be like, a card where we suck Sylus' cock or something?

[gremlin-boah]

Your tiny Arthur is precious I wanna just

Little man ♡

He's jus a lil man

@gemini-forest lookat this boii, he's so polite

[qrtem]

am i crazy or is her thumb literally the size of my pointer finger

[cult-of-the-eye]

oh there's the cannibalism

[oobbbear]

When you watch a youtuber long enough that you can remember their patreon list and you would notice any if any of their long time subscriber disappear and gets a little upset like a cat you see at the park everyday don’t show up anymore

[drurrito]

you in a honky tonk

an: all mistakes are mine for sure

warnings: alcohol...

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It's your first night off in weeks, and you're spending it in some country bar in the middle of nowhere. Sam didn't need much to convince you. Your original plan was to waste away on the couch watching Gossip Girl reruns.

You're two drinks in by the time you're hitting a line dance with Sam and Carol. The rest of the crew watches on from the safety of a long table.

Clint has a trucker hat pulled down just enough to cover the bruise that some heavyweight painted around his eye last night. Bucky flicks the brim of the tan cowboy hat that he "borrowed" from a nearby table. Yelena keeps picking at the frayed bandage on her hand to the tune of Natasha scolding her every other minute for doing so.

"Stop your fussing, go out there already," with a huff, Yelena nods towards the dance floor. Natasha spares half a glance, and it's enough to catch the way your smile gleams under the colorful lighting. For a second, Natasha's heart thumps in double-time with the music.

"I don't dance," Natasha takes a swig from the beer bottle in her hand and focuses on it while the music slows and the dance floor begins to clear. The DJ pitches a one-liner about slowing it down for a couple songs to give people some reprieve. You only make it a few steps towards the table when Carol stops you with a hand on your arm.

"Wanna dance?" she asks like she already knows the answer. You match her lopsided smile with one of your own.

"I'll lead."

You take her hand and follow her back to the dance floor. Natasha watches the way you twirl Carol under your fingers with a natural ease. Even the way you two-step in tandem with Carol seems practiced, Natasha looks at Yelena's wounded hand to keep her mind from galloping off into the sunset.

Carol is hardly around. But when she is, it's a whole thing. She always hand-picks someone to be a lucky participant--last time it was Steve, this time it must be you. Of course Carol likes to go dancing--turning heads everywhere she goes has always been her M.O.

"Your face is going to get stuck like that," Yelena quips. She takes a sip of her drink and then licks at the Whiskey glossing her upper lip. Natasha spreads and flexes her fingers so they don't ball into fists.

"All eyes on her, just the way she likes it," Natasha does a piss-poor job of trying not to sound like a grump.

"Maybe," Yelena takes another sip, "she just likes to have fun, and doesn't care about who is watching."

Natasha entertains this with a hum and ignores the tender spot where Yelena's words dig. Carol just wanting to have some fun could (very likely) be true, but that would mean cutting this pity party a lot shorter than anticipated. Natasha's worked too hard these past few weeks to not indulge herself.

She is toying with the bottle in her hand when Yelena jabs an elbow into her arm. Natasha glares at her and then looks over in time to catch you dipping Carol as the song ends. She feels her jaw twitch as you pull Carol up with a laugh. As if on cue, Carol's hand finds the center of your chest and her lips stretch into a smile that is far too wide.

"Now's your chance, sestra," Yelena sings into the mouth of her glass but knows better than to look her sister in the eye at this point.

One time. Natasha smiled for a little too long after talking to you one time, and Yelena has never let her hear the end of it.

Carol and Sam slide into a seat at the table. You're about to do the same until a slow and sweet tune fills the room.

"I love this song," you look towards the dance floor to find people already pairing off.

"Need a dance partner?" Yelena hardly tries to hide her enthusiasm as she points at her sister. Natasha thinks about the force needed to bend Yelena's finger backwards so it looks like she's pointing at herself.

"If you'll have me."

You're earnestly smiling like you didn't just ask Natasha to embarrass herself in a bar filled with strangers.

"I would, but I can't dance," her eyes stay on yours. Even under the funky bar lighting, the way your eyes crinkle with your smile makes her stomach twist something awfully spectacular.

"That's okay, just follow my lead, you'll make it back in one piece," it's at this moment that Natasha realizes she can't even pretend like she can say "no" to you.

Natasha downs the rest of her liquid courage in one gulp to wordlessly take your hand without a second thought. Yelena bites her lip with amusement. Bucky puts his hat on your head when you're not looking. Natasha takes this opportunity to adjust it while she makes you promise not to get upset if she smashes your toes the entire song.

"You watched me get choke slammed by a guy five-times my size less than 24 hours ago and you're worried about stepping on my toes?"

Natasha hates how easy it is for you to make her laugh while she's looking down the barrel of public humiliation. You test the waters with a few steps before spinning Natasha into your side. You can feel how stiff she is against you.

"I got you."

The confidence in your voice makes Natasha's shoulders instantly depart from her ears. You sway and step together for a few beats and then raise both of your arms and spin yourself so you're in front of her again. For a split-second, Natasha thinks she's getting the hang of it until she steps on your foot while you're trying to twist her one way and then the other.

"It's okay, it's okay," you quickly soothe, pulling her closer than she’s ever been to anyone in the observable universe.

Natasha has no time for regret when you throw her arm around your neck with ease and spin the two of you across the dance floor. She can faintly hear the chorus as your hand slides up to her shoulder and your face is barely an inch from hers. Natasha can feel your other hand ghost the outline of her ass, travel the length of her thigh and arrive at the bend in her knee. Her breath is about to catch in her throat when you honest to god dip her like something out of a movie.

Without thinking, Natasha throws her head back like she's done this before as you lower her close to the ground.

"See? You're a natural," god, that makes her blush. Natasha's not even thinking about how her front melts against yours when you pull her back up and sway like that for a couple bars. You tangle and untangle yourselves again before letting her go with an encouraging "spin, spin!" and catch her with a proud smile that touches your ears.

Every time you hold out your hand, Natasha takes it without question. It makes sense when you grab her waist and her arm drapes over your shoulder. Where you go, she goes. You're a very good dancer. She starts to wonder if the chemistry she saw between you and Carol was all in her head.

"You trust me?" Natasha stifles a shiver when your lips brush against her ear.

"We're about to find out," she fights off another shiver when you respond by breathing out a laugh against her neck. You take a few steps with her, twirling her away from you. When you pull her back, you sweep her off her feet until she's almost upside down.

"Hold onto me," is all you say before bringing her back up. Natasha's death grip on your tricep relaxes when her eyes are back on you once more. She forgets the crowd and doesn't realize the song is ending as you spin her around and around until both of her feet are on solid ground.

"Not bad for your first dance. My toes made it out unscathed too!" You share a laugh on your way back to the table. You're both tapping a foot to the music as you talk. Natasha stiff arms Bucky so she can keep you in that hat on for a little longer.

[castielsprostate]

he didn't think he deserved to be saved, so he got loved instead

[crossnamara]

my mom said your blorbo can hang out with my blorbo. if your mom is okay with it

[ingydar-phan]

I’m sorry. I really am. And i don’t mean this in the evil phannie way but. There is no way, for the sake of both British politeness and also privacy, that Dan is inviting over some grindr otter to the phouse. The phouse that he shares with a peer gay man, Phil Lester at that. So the headboard rail/bondage bar was just. It was there. All along. Dan can have his experimental ron de vous all he wants but…it simply wouldn’t be in the phouse? So? Perhaps the Phard Phaunch was…inside us….all along….? Perhaps the Phard Phaunch was the friends we made along the way. Perhaps this was the Phard Phaunch.