#BUT SYKES YEAH

[matts-self-soda-ships]

SYKES TOO?!

BRO YOU HAVE GOOD TASTE OH MY GOOOOSH!!! SLAY KING!

@askthelovenest

Thankie

[bonefall]

LITERALLY like its people discussing the characters as living people and not plot tools. no matter what mapleshade did her kits would die because the plot NEEDS them to die. they were doomed the second they were out of camp lol

(i would say the bridge route would probably just have the kits succumb to hypothermia from being out in leaffall rain though, given how fragile kittens are. then people would whine about how she didnt take the faster route. also also doesnt getting to the bridge require crossing the stream near fourtrees, which is also capable of flooding. like fireheart almost dies there in one book. i just checked the map again and it looms like you need to hop the stream to get there)

From what I understand of that particular creek, it's a "syke." A syke is a seasonal stream fed by extra rain, floodwater, and snowmelt, usually only seen in spring and early autumn. A syke is also called a "bourne" further south in England.

So the syke could be active because of the extra flooding, yeah. Which would make it dangerous to take that detour. Mapleshade on her 4th playthrough of MV trying to get 100% completion so she takes the long way around, only for the plot wave to follow her all the way down there too lmao. SYKE!

[saturngalore]

she’s so darling to me honestly <3

[the-skooma-den]

Jo'thera meeting his bio family goes very very poorly

[idontliketomatoesleavemealone]

forcing Bella to hang out with Ben and his gang but making it So So So obvious she fucking hates him

[oysterie]

ohhh you know a nonfiction book is going to be good when half the goodreads reviews are 2-3 stars and written along the lines of "incredible information great amount of research shes an expert in her field if you read this your entire worldview will change however it all went a bit over my head and was not written with the average person in mind. do not reccomend" like thats just a glowing review

[kaserolly]

Me: omg I can't wait to be active on Tumblr and Discord again :3

Also me: *disappears for days/weeks*

[cursed-bite]

the cork boards & polaroids are a STAPLE in any bedroom i build. how else would i cry over their prom photo booth pictures???

[korinthiakos]

Maybe I should send Cat!Corinthian to people's inboxes to bamboozle their muses

[faithfromanewperspective]

I did some research on bring me the horizon now I’ve been getting into their newer albums especially with the religion (and hell) imagery and I don’t know what it says about me but I was genuinely surprised to find out oli (and im not gonna talk about him too much more) is not only an atheist but actually finds religion to be largely harmful. I’ve realised that most of the artists I listen to are somewhat religious and I see it seep into the content and I appreciate it.

post human: nex gen falls easily into the category of ‘songs that capture how I feel when I’m doing religion things either personally or in community’ along with songs like you don’t go to parties which laments lost connection and previously shared experiences that left an impact. it’s the angst I’ve searched for for over a decade: the frustration and self destructiveness that comes easily to me as someone who is religious and works real fucking hard to bring good into the world motivated by it and is super insensitive to injustice and sometimes twists fear-based theologies I don’t agree with to take this angst I have no socially acceptable outlet for on myself—making the usual motivators for someone of my religious affiliation to basically do the opposite for me.

but in the end it makes sense. I’m listening to songs by someone who’s more like me than not in a number of ways, but especially in something central to who I am, and that’s seeing the harm caused by people in religious institutions. one of us from the inside trying desperately to prove that the hope I see translates further into the world to prove that I’m right (and finally acknowledge the hurt people have experienced and continue to and start to make things better) and one from the outside, making art to express how it feels to watch this without feeling the love of a deity. and these two experiences look from an abstract emotional viewpoint, real fucking similar. I don’t know where this leaves me; I don’t know what an experience with those who love the same god I do that doesn’t pour more salt into the wound can look like. probably the same as what would comfort the harshest skeptic. maybe that’s our goal as a fucked up body of a resurrected god. or maybe I need to let it go, be patient, have lower standards or whatever. maybe I’m only getting what I wished for. maybe this is the injustice that’s meant to have me longing for God and for paradise. I can’t imagine that. but I do trust that going through this is worth it if I can’t feel it. I don’t know if that makes any difference here on earth, because it’s fucking me up just the same.

[oh-no-boi]

you're reading danmei for the themes and poetic stuff and im just here to see some face slapping, we are not the same

[yokelish]

This is the second time Hoyoverse just feeds me NOTHING with its updates.

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

Eras London Night 3:

Bug swallowing

Shade squashing

Private show for one with 89k guests

Superior VIP tent

A Beatle dancing with a bunch of Canadians to But Daddy I Love Him

“Gracie Abrams has left the VIP tent”

SYKE

KILLAELITE EMPLOYEE PROMOTED TO UNDERSTUDY DANCE CAPTAIN

Did I mention private show for one with 89k guests

I REPEAT TRAVIS KELCE HAS BREACHED CONTAINMENT HE IS ON THE STAGE I REPEAT HE IS ON THE STAGE

Playing two day old song in the acoustic set

Oh yeah Gracie Abrams! She did leave the tent! And now she is also on stage

Karma is still the guy on the Chiefs

Barbie and Ken have left the building

Whew.

[thefreakandthehair]

“I know it sounds weird, but uh, no one we know sleeps well. Some better than others, or they have other people now who can help, but I’m kind of like, a sleep charm or something? That’s what Robin calls it anyways. She didn’t sleep for weeks after Starcourt, and Nancy didn’t sleep for over a month after Barb died. And we just kind of, I don’t know…” He gestures vaguely at the bed, sheets and blankets wrinkled and twisted into themselves from whatever position Steve had been in before Eddie interrupted. 

“... Cuddled?” Eddie supplies, the word nearly stuck at the back of his tongue. 

Steve nods. “Yeah.”

He stands in place, just as Eddie does, neither man moving yet. “And before any of the Upside Down shit, Tommy had a rough time sleeping and Carol, too. I swear, it’s not like, a weird sex thing. At all. But I know what it’s like to wake up terrified, and alone, and confused, and no one should have to suffer like that. So just, c’mon.”

Eddie watches as Steve climbs under the covers and kicks around, straightening them out, before holding the layers of blankets up to make space for Eddie to join. Every wet dream– no, worse– every tooth rotting romantic dream he’s ever had about Steve slams into him with a fury and before he can think about it, before he can rationalize a way out of this situation that clearly means something more to him than it does Steve, he finds himself sliding between offensively checkered sheets. 

What happened to being a runner? 

Silently, Eddie lays on his back and stares at the ceiling, unsure of what to do next. Does he initiate? Does Steve? He wants to touch him, to soak up whatever he can because cuddling platonically with a guy he’s had a crush on for years and has probably been in love with for months is better than nothing. But it’s nearly as scary as the nightmares that drove him here in the first place. 

Unwanted, nasty thoughts rage in the underbelly of his foggy brain. 

I don’t deserve this. Steve doesn’t have to squeeze the broken bits back together like this. He already dragged me out of Hell and now I’m waking him up in the middle of the night to cuddle me back to sleep. What’s wrong with me? 

Steve solves his dilemma for him when he shuffles closer and tentatively slides one arm beneath Eddie’s neck, turning to tug him into his chest. 

“You’re thinking too loud. Just relax.”

Eddie melts against him, exhausted and pliant, inhaling the scent  of Steve’s body wash. He sinks in, nose pressed against the crook of Steve’s neck, and breathes even, steady breaths that counterbalance the ragged desperate attempts from less than an hour ago. 

Something about Steve feels like home, and Eddie is only familiar with houses.

read the rest of no better version I could pretend to be tonight on ao3!

so uh, hope this isn't weird buttttt, tagging the people who seemed interested in the extended cut of my september microfic: @plumfondler @cuoredimuschio @stobinesque @steddielations @dreamwatch @vecnuthy @strangersteddierthings @extra-transitional @yournowheregirl @shares-a-vest @steviesummer @thegirlwiththelibrarybag @steddieas-shegoes @sidekick-hero @withacapitalp @ghostevie @hammity-hammer @oliver-sykes @perseus-notjackson @sailing-through-hawkins @aliea82 @elidoesntbreathwee

[the-skooma-den]

In which syke has the craziest 3 way of her life

[valiantroeagleangel]

Turn on.

Noah Sebastian x female reader, Oliver Sykes x female reader.

Based on one of @starsomens' anon's prompts "yeah also definitely not thinking about noah and oli taking turns eating you out".

Someone should have stopped me on that one but no one did. So here it is. Now I'll leave for a spiritual retreat.

Mama's tag list: @circle-with-me @somewhere-diamond @malice-ov-mercy @smokeynaomi @darkhallcorner @loeytuan98 @sthnog @cookiesupplier @cncohshit

You shouldn't have looked at Oli the way you did tonight, especially not in front of Noah. You knew you shouldn't have but you couldn't be more glad than you did. Noah freaked out. God, he hated how you looked at his co-star like he was the hottest person alive. He was reading every one of your emotions on your face and he abhorred it so much.

"What are you looking at?" He asked, joining you from behind against the balcony you were perched at, looking at Oli's check sound before the show.

Even if he tried to hide it his tone was severe and you couldn't help but shiver. You only hummed at him though, your gaze not leaving the man on the scene below.

Noah didn't like to be ignored, you knew it but that didn't prevent you from doing so. His large hand came to surround your waist, his body pressing itself against your back while his fingers grazed on your belly.

"I asked you, what are you looking at?" He whispered deeply in your ear and you finally turned your face to his, meeting his cold eyes.

"Nothing, I'm only checking on Oli's performance." You looked back to the scene to hide your trouble, your cheeks heating.

"Hm hm, of course." His grasp on your waist tightened while he stayed right beside you, reminding you of his presence and hold.

Maybe it was that moment that changed things between you, that changed the course of the events. Or maybe it was right after the show, when you all met and you couldn't help but blush when Oli smiled at you, responding to your compliments about his show.

At this very instant, Noah instantly left the couch to come back to your side, his hands travelling around your body once again to remind everybody who you were with. You weren't technically his but that didn't matter to him, he didn't like the fact that you could desire anyone else other than him or that anyone else could desire you.

Back on the couch, Noah sat you on his lap, pressing his torso against your back. His breath quickly came to your ear, fanning on it while you shivered but your gaze was still so focused on Oli that you couldn't even care about your trouble and how your body reacted to Noah's touch.

"Do you think he noticed how much you're wanting him?"

You abruptly turned back to the man behind you, blushing to the ear. "What are you talking about?" Noah laughed bitterly at your flustered state, not liking what it implied.

"Do you think he could make you come?"

You didn't answer him, your mind racing with images while he approached his lips to yours, brushing them together. "Would you like him to touch you? To eat you out?" He whispered so inaudibly that you doubted if he meant to really say it.

He pointed to Oli with his chin, inviting you to look at him and you did, your body turning only to notice how he was staring at your two bodies intertwined on the couch. "Look at him, wishing to be me, wishing to have you on his lap." He paused. "Do you think he is jealous?"

You scoffed at Noah and jumped off his lap, too embarrassed by how things were turning but little did you know, he enjoyed seeing you in such a state, to see how he could turn you on just with his words.

Later that night, when you thought you were finally alone and away from all danger in your hotel room Noah came by. It was 3 am and you didn't like what it insinuated. Nonetheless, he looked less aggressive than before and you let him in, not noticing the person behind.

When you finally turned back to face him, Oli's frame was resting by his side, eyeing you completely puzzled.

"What is he doing here?" You asked in disbelief as Noah approached you, his arms surrounding your waist to push you against his body. He didn't answer you immediately, his lips losing themselves in the crook of your neck while he held you.

"Isn't it what you wanted?" He breathed out, his mouth detaching itself from your skin for a second.

You flushed and tried to tug at his hair to force him to look at you. "What are you even saying?" That was a pitiful cop-out but it was better than nothing. You hated how Noah saw through you and how obediently he was ready to tame himself for you. It was too surreal.

You gave Oli a look and Noah groaned. "Don't look at him, only me." His mouth attacked your neck back as his teeth brushed against your soft skin. However, you didn't listen to Noah and looked at the other one, your eyes meeting for the longest seconds of your life.

Noah pushed you towards the bed, still pressing himself on you and Oli followed quietly, his gaze never leaving your face. Eventually, Noah's face rose to yours, trailing kisses up your jaw. "Are you deaf tonight? Eyes on me." His lips drew back to your neck, passing by your cleavage until he reached the hem of your shirt, tugging on it.

You tried to respond but he was already pushing your clothing up, exposing your belly and the beginning of your chest. Suddenly, shyness hit you, like you finally realised what was going on and how quickly things were slipping through your fingers. Oli's gaze was burning on your skin and it scared you. You felt like a prey in its predator grip, doomed to your loss.

Getting impatient, Noah sighed and pulled away. In a quick movement, he jumped on the bed and put himself under you. Without you realising it he got you sat between his legs, his arms surrounding you possessive as usual. His fingers back to your stomach he pushed your shirt up, caressing your skin. His nose rubbed against your hair, breathing next to your ear.

"You want him that fucking much?" He asked and you swallowed hard, mesmerized by Oli standing in front of the bed, a bulge growing in his pants. Noah's head shifted behind you, and Oli immediately moved as he started to crawl on the bed. Silently, he settled himself between Noah's legs, and more specifically between yours which were unconsciously spread.

"Hey." was all he said and you realised that you hadn't heard his voice until now. He was just here, like a voyeur, desiring you without being able to touch you, to have you, as if he wasn't even really here.

"Hey." You didn't know what to answer. You didn't know him that well. He was touring with Noah and you used to exchange pleasantries on the days you would see each other. You heard about him before obviously but that was all. And now he was in your bedroom past 3 am.

You wanted to believe that he understood your growing discomfort because he smiled at you tenderly, giving Noah a look for approval.

"How do you feel?" Noah asked softly, his lips still whispering in your ear.

"I'm okay." You breathed out, your head tilting back to rest on Noah's shoulder. You felt his fingers wander on your chest, quickly reaching your breast to mould it to his hand.

"Give me a colour baby." At these words, he pushed his thumb on your nipple, making your stomach flip.

Baby.

"Green."

A heavy silence settled between the three of you but it was short-lived. Noah's hand continued to play with you while his mouth slightly sucked on the skin of your neck. "What do you want him to do?" He asked and all you could think about was what Noah told you earlier.

"I want him to go down on me." You breathed out, your eyes closed as if it was only you and Noah, too far gone in your own horniness. But Oli was really here and it didn't take him two seconds to crawl closer to you, his big hands caressing your thighs until he reached the side of your underwear under your shorts.

At the feeling your eyes snapped back and you looked at him, unsure. He waited until he saw a change in your eyes, completely troubled by your presence. When you gave him a nod he lowered his face, gently kissing your inner thighs while his hands drew to the top of your shorts, tugging on it to take it off.

The piece of clothing in hand he threw it away in the room, not caring about where it was about to land. His mouth attached itself back to your thigh, sucking gently on your skin as he moved closer to your -wet- panties. You couldn't stop staring at him as you analysed every single one of his moves, the unrealistic scene going on in front of you like you were away from it. Oli's lips quickly reached your panties, kissing from your groin to the wet spot right between your legs.

Noah's hold became stronger around your torso when Oli's fingers pushed your underwear to the side, his tongue licking your slit as he groaned.

He was quick to get how your body worked and how you reacted in a certain way. Soon he had his two hands grabbing your legs to put them on his shoulders, eating you out with more fervour than before. His nose rubbing your clit made you moan, your hands immediately coming to your mouth to cover your sounds. But Noah stopped you, taking your hands in his to put them on Oli's hair, pushing his head more on you until he got another moan out of you.

"Oh my god-"

Noah didn't interfere the way you were expecting him to. He only kept peppering your face and neck with kisses as he basked in your moans and whimpers. Unconsciously, your hips started to rock on Oli's face, your body arching urgently as you drowned in all of these sensations.

You were so confused but yet so aroused that you didn’t know where to turn. It all started with you admiring Oli's body on tour, enjoying how Noah could get so jealous and now it was the two of them holding you in your bed.

Looking down all you saw was Oli's head lost between your clenched thighs surrounding his head, his hips slowly rocking into the bed. Your stomach squeezed at the view and you clenched over nothing, your hips pushed even more on his head.

Oli kept going, his lips followed every single one of your hip movements until all you were resumed to was moans, your body squirming under their hold. Immediately, Noah's hands came back to your breasts, folding them more urgently than before.

"Shit-." You cursed, tugging on Oli's hair to separate him away from you but he didn't move, eating you out until he felt you orgasm under his touch.

Out of breath, your body relaxed on Noah's one, completely limp but his caress on your chest didn't stop, stimulating you all over again. The older one straightened himself, pushing away from your intimacy as he stared back at you, your mind wandering away.

"Colour?" Noah asked once again, his voice soft and low behind you.

"Green."

Still, he didn't even let you time to think as he moved under you, flipping you over on Oli's lap in a second. When you realised what was going on it was already too late, Noah had settled himself between your legs, taking Oli's place as he exchanged roles.

Immediately, he tore your underwear off, putting the wet fabric in his pocket. Taking his time to savour the moment, he gently kissed your pelvis. "Was he good?" He asked, his fingers caressing your wet folds and you nodded. Quickly, he pinched at your sensitive clit making you moan. "Words."

You whined a semblance of a "Yes", your body going completely numb on Oli's who did his best to support you. A little venturous he gently caressed your pelvis, meeting Noah there.

"Better than me?" Noah asked once again and you didn't want to answer but this time he bit the interior of your thigh, leaving a red mark.

"Maybe." You breathed out, defying him as you looked down to meet his eyes. You saw how upset he was on his face as descended on you, licking at you in the slowest way he could. Still overwhelmed from before, it didn't ask him a lot to have you all whimpering for him. His licks were slow, gentle, tender, contrasting with Oli's ones and overwhelming you even more as he knew how to get you nice and obedient.

One of his hands came to your waist, resting on it as he continued to suck on your clit. He kept you steady under his mouth, his grasp tightening on your skin, assuring you to leave a mark after that.

Almost instinctively your hand came to the back of his head, playing with his hair as you pushed him down on you. This time you didn't even hesitate like you did with Oli. All you wanted was to push him more and more on you, begging him to speed up his pace. But Noah was too much of a teasing bitch to do that. He kept his slow motions, nice and gentle, groaning when you would moan a little bit louder or push him a little bit too hard.

Your legs started to close on Noah, desperately moving as your hips couldn't, looking for more friction. You tried to chase your other orgasm but he wanted you to know who was in charge, forbidding you to ride his face like you did with Oli. Maybe it was his way to assure his domination, or maybe he was just an ass.

But in the end, he got you so frustrated and desperate to come that all you did was whimper his name, just like he wanted you to do. You didn't call Oli's name before, not like you did with Noah and he noted it, satisfied with himself. It was all for his ego but he liked that. He liked to know he had control over your body more than anyone you could desire. No one could replace him and he wallowed in that idea.

Quickly Noah felt you clench under him while you kept moaning, unable to move. Your free hand was resting on Oli's arm, supporting yourself on it as you tried to deal with the pleasure and he kissed the top of your head. It was small soothing pecks but it was good to make your heart melt.

But Noah groaned once again and you looked down, admiring how focused he was between your legs. Oli's kisses weren't enough of a distraction to prevent your climax from washing over you as it took you away for the second time tonight. Noah continued to eat you through it like he didn't know when he had to stop. It's only when he heard you go completely silent that he pushed away.

He exchanged another look with Oli but you were too spent to even care about it. All you did was throw your arms for Noah to come closer, his body leaning on you as he left a small kiss on your forehead, completely ignoring the other man under you.

"I won." He stated, his eyes full of challenge while he stared right behind you.

"What do you mean "you won?"" You asked but Noah didn't answer you, a grin settling on his face and you heard Oli sigh as he rolled his eyes.

Completely confused you tried to turn back to look at the other one but he kept you in place, his arms still firmly pressed on you.

You knew you were missing something but maybe it was for the best. Noah's vicious mind could be pretty scary when he wanted to and you weren't sure that you wanted to know about his sinister plans, especially not when they were including you.

"I won't let you fuck her tho." He told Oli all proud and you understood that the less that you knew the better it was, at least for tonight.