#yummy song

[holidayhearrt]

You called me a crybaby

But you're the one who got teary

Tellin' me what you believe

How we're stuck in entropy

How it hurts to hope

Oh, it hurts to hope for more

Oh, it hurts to hope the future

Will be better than before

[uzi-x33]

this song brings me sm comfort i cant explain it also have this riggy image

[raeganpog]

modern au

[mythicalmagical-monkeyman]

♾️

"How come they've got it figured out While we're lost, waiting to be found? Maybe we need something different now"

[rae-unbeloved]

Good luck, babe! By Chappell Roan is such an edible song aihfshhffhd

[vincentcielsdad]

NOWAYY

🎅

[bumpycap]

CHECKER DANCE CHECKER DANCE CHECKER DANCE CHECKER DANCE OMG CHECKER DANCE CHECKER DANCE

[yramsz]

i need to share this now its causing me so many emotions. is this also me procrastinating? maybe, but that's not important.

Now, whats important here, is THIS GEM, MIRACULOUS, BONE RATTLING, SPINE TINGLING, SONG. https://open.spotify.com/track/5M8tCPBRAGdAVAyKIaEh9l?si=8b26647229d44e17

https://youtu.be/ojx8dyes__8 

i, its just so good???? i could talk about the lyrics and instrumentals in depth, maybe as a part two, but oh my god its SO GOOD. every time I listen to it i go insane.

[cassiopeia141]

Don't have anything new for Wolfwood Wednesday cause I'm dying of the plague. So here's some old stuff from the dusty archives.

[daenysthedreamer101]

Something something about Targaryen princes with insane face cards being played by men named Harry

I think about this often. Do you?

[evergreen-endo]

WE PLAY THE SAME KEYS AT DIFFERENT TIMES — r. kaji.

cw: 18+ mdni, f! reader, car sex, spit. wc: 0.8k a/n: unedited. thought about him on my drive home. enjoy. 

You and Kaji can’t ever just listen to music in the car together.

He really never intended for it to be like this at first— but once it happened the first time, it’s all he could think of the next time he got in his car. It’s the same every time; inviting you for a ride to listen to a tune that’s stuck in his head, one he claims he can’t get rid of until he hears it again. But with him, it can never just be one song. There are too many that make him think of you these days, despite his best efforts to press skip on those in particular. 

He drives around until night falls, and you’ve both shared everything you’ve had on repeat this week. As he pulls onto the highway, the low vibration of his car picking up speed thrums against your thighs, much like the guitar blaring through his speakers. The low light of the city falls on his hands as he steers with practiced motion, heel of his palm flat against the leather. Warm yellow light trails along the veins on his arms, dragging your gaze wherever it touches. It highlights the rim of his features for a split second, long enough to see the way he side eyes you.

He lets out a huff, leaning back against the headrest to hide in the dark, though it’s futile. As he whirrs past the overheads, the light guides your gaze to his thighs, spread lazily even with one foot on the gas, and up, up, up to…oh. It’s only a second that you see it before light rushes past, and you wait on the next street light to illuminate him. It takes its time, stretching slowly over the same path, fingertips to forearms to biceps. A flit of your eyes down, and the car leers onto the exit ramp, light changing its course and missing the bulge of his cock entirely. 

The both of you huff for different reasons, you in disappointment, and him in relief. Not that you can hear each other over the music, anyway.

You spend the rest of the ride bopping your head along and picking up your phone to add songs you like to your own playlist. He’s grateful that there aren’t as many street lamps on the route to your place, so you miss the poorly hidden smirk that plays on his lips. 

Pulling into your driveway, he thumbs at his wheel to turn the music down just as that one song comes on. The one you fucked to the first time he did this; the reason he keeps inviting you to do this. He pauses, sighing, and turns it back up again. You tense, thighs crossing as you hear the click of his seatbelt and squeak of the leather as he reaches over to click yours, too.

Kaji’s breath always comes out ragged— grits his teeth and hisses through them even as his chest heaves for more oxygen. He’s got you bouncing on his cock in his backseat, guiding you to some extent, rough grip on your hips because he really can’t find it in himself to be gentle. Not when you move so perfectly you hit every goddamn beat. 

You’re the perfect melody to him— he has half a mind to lean forward and turn the music down in favor of the sound of you. Ass clapping against his thighs, wet squelching from between yours, breathy moans and gasps and keens. He wishes he could isolate every salacious layer of sound— to savor it, ingrain it into his memory to replay over and over.

The beat of the song slows, just before he knows it’ll build up again. He takes the break to wrap an arm around your waist, effectively slowing the motion of your hips. You whine as he forces you to grind your clit against him, and he hums, captivated.

Using his free hand, he twirls his fingers through your hair, wrapping the strands around to get enough hold to pull you forward, the abruptness ripping a gasp from you. Perfect. Twisting his lips up, he tilts his head forward, letting a glob of spit travel past his lips and drip down onto your awaiting tongue as he plants his feet firm on the ground. With all the leverage in the world, he bucks his hips up into you as the beat picks up again, the heavy weight of his thrusts knocking the air from your lungs. 

It gets hard to move when you squeeze around him, ticks him off that you’re slowing down his rhythm. He just wants to give you what you deserve and you’re always holding him back with that fucking grip of yours. At least, he thinks, you’re giving him a chance to readjust his hips, so he can hit that spongey spot inside you until the song closes out, until all that’s left is the sound of your shared panting.

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price and Boris Karloff sing a tune during an episode of The Red Skelton Hour

Red Skelton Hour; He Who Steals My Robot Steals Trash (1968)

[ssseashell]

it was a late night idea but I Love it even if it’s cheesy,, I’m gonna write a newtmas fic inspired in Good Luck, Babe! by Chappell Roan bc why not (and they were roomates!)

[merakiui]

get ready mera tomorrow is the day you will expect me camping in ur inboxes bcs the horny demons WILL have me by the neck

being made into a marionette/puppet/doll by the fellow guy and having all emotion draining in poor reader’s eyes!! they’ll be so pretty!! the “princess of the circus” !! an eye candy for the audience (and the boys especially) and at the end of the show, you will be giving them “special services” fellow being paid to have you give all the boys head!! heck have your holes stuffed to the brim by ALL of them at once!! and maybe behind the scenes, fellow will have a taste himself 🤭

HAVE A GREAT DAY MERA AAAA WILL COME BACK TO SCREAM SOME MORE!! 😫🫶🏻💕💕❤️❤️❤️

HI HI, LOVELY ANON!!!! 💖💖 omg,,, your thoughts are so good. I am ready for you to camp in my inbox. I will set up the tent for you and include many luxuries so the camping experience will be enjoyable!!!!

But omg the thought of being turned into a mindless sex doll for the boys and you can't complain or fight back. You're so pliable and obedient; it's in your nature to serve them and be fucked by them. <3 since Playful Land is a place in which you can indulge in fun day after day, why would any of the guys ever want to leave? Some of them (Trey, Leona, Cater, Jack, etc) are hesitant. Of course they want to use you, fuck you, kiss you, stuff you full, and do so many things they may not be able to do at school, but part of them knows this isn't the real you and you're just being controlled by Fellow. But time passes in Playful Land and eventually, whether they wanted to resist or not, they'll fall into Fellow's palm and indulge in you and your body. :) it's only a matter of time before the obsession wins out over restraint.

I think Fellow likely fucks you way before the rest get their chances. >:D he wants to have his fun first. Omg just imagine how many possibilities that opens up for Leona and Fellow rivalry. Two beastmen, one of them a sly fox and the other a protective lion, and they both want you. 😵‍💫 Leona respects you, of course, but he has to stake his claim to ensure that Fellow guy won't take what rightfully belongs to the king. >:(

[theos-p0ny-blog]

It is my personal opinion that everyone should go watch this!!!