#Lemony goodness

[hit-me-with-your-bat-please]

Metal Bat x Fem!Reader 🍋

A scenario in which reader finds themselves with a rare moment alone with their hero boyfriend, Metal Bat(Baddo) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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You couldn’t wait for school to be done, your boyfriend had texted you earlier saying to come by his place for a special date night. Little did he know just how special it was about to be.

Packing your bag and tidying the rest of your belongings, you made your way to the gates of your school only to be surprised by the love of your life.

“Hey darlin, I hope you’re ready for our date tonight,” he said wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug and giving you a light kiss on the check.

“Is Zenko going to be joining us?”

“No, we got the whole place to ourselves. So i was thinkin’ maybe grab some food to go and make the most of it,” he said with a small smile.

There was just idle chitchat on the way to the ramen shop nearest his house, talking about his day of slaying monsters and your day of wanting to yeet yourself out a window from listening to your maths teacher drone on and on about nonsensical equations. Maybe the slight scolding from you towards Metal Bat for once again ditching. He whined about how he can’t be a supportive big brother, a hero, and a boyfriend without some sacrifices. You chuckled and looked at him with a soft smile squeezing his hand slightly, both of you opting to walk to his house in blissful silence.

Sometimes you were amazed with how you scored a Class-S hero as your boyfriend, you two were complete opposites. You were more soft spoken, gentle, and had the body strength of a singular dry noodle, while Bat was loud, intense, and had muscles chiseled out by the gods themselves.

There was many a night you couldn’t sleep due to dreaming about what it would be like to finally give yourself to your lover, you thought about the way his body would look and more importantly what his cock looked like, the length and girth, if he was more veiny or not. The way he would feel stretching out your tight, wet, virgin pussy.

“Ya good babe?” He asked. Uh-oh, you didn’t realize you had slipped off into a daydream, a slight blush forming on your face as you stepped through the gate.

“Yeah, just lost in thought,” what you wanted to say was more so along the lines of *no, i need you to ravish my whole being, take me and make me yours* but you were trying to play it cool. He absolutely saw right through your bravado. (What? You didn’t think you were alone in these feelings right?)

Metal Bat also had a dirty secret of his own, one involving using his hand and his own dirty thoughts about what you looked like underneath your school uniform. The nights he was too horny to sleep, he would often think about you, how your soft your breasts would feel opposed to his rough and calloused hands, how your pussy would feel and he pumps his hard cock in and out of you. How tight your walls would grip his dick as you come undone around him.

After taking off your shoes and putting the few bags on the kitchen counter, you made your way to the bathroom to change in privacy. Thankfully you remembered to bring the lingerie you had bought to school with you. It wasn’t anything extravagant, but the way the light blue coloring complimented your hair, skin, and eye color, you just couldn’t pass it up. Plus it was like five dollars on the clearance rack. You put on some old sweatpants and shirt Baddo had given you a while back and made your way to the living room.

You walked in to see Baddo spread out on the couch, already having a program on tv to watch while eating. While you did enjoy spending time with him like this, your thoughts from earlier still had you feeling hot and bothered. You couldn’t stop thinking about how he would feel on top of you, how soft his chest would feel against yours. You hoped the lacey bodysuit wouldn’t get ripped apart since he was known to be pretty impatient.

He looked at you from the corner of his eye, taking in your small frame, wondering how your baked body would feel pressed against his. How absolutely debauched your perfect face would look in wanton pleasure. How desperately he wanted to be the source of your moans, and how much he wanted to make you scream his name.

“Hey Baddo,” you spoke first, breaking the silence.

“Ya?”

“I… I really want to fuck you,” you were surprised at your own boldness, but you had literally been dreaming about this man destroying you in the best ways possible.

“Yer serious?”

“Absolutely, i want you to be my first,” a blush spreading across your face.

He pick you up bridal style and carried you into his bedroom. Laying you on your back he hovered over you, peppering your face and neck with kisses while one hand was slowly reaching the bottom of your shirt. With a look and a nod from you he kept going, gently lifting it up and up until he hit a different fabric.

“What the hell is this?”

“Guess you’ll just have to keep going and find out.”

He kept dragging the cotton fabric over you until adjusting you to fully take it off, next thing to go was your sweatpants until the sheer lacey fabric of the bodysuit was all that covered your body. It was a shame to not leave it on but you shuffled it off so that it wasn’t in the way later.

“Holy shit, yer fuckin’ perfect babe,” he said nearly breathlessly, eyes not looking away from your body even as he got up to take off his own clothing. You could see his dick struggling against the confines of his boxers, and audibly gasped when it sprung out of it’s prison. He was a lot bigger than you imagined, you were almost concerned with not being able to walk afterwards. Almost.

“Like what ya see?” He coyly asked, taking his place on top you. Dipping his fingers into your soaking folds, his breath hitched. “Damn, yer already so wet for me babe. Are you ready?” He asked, eyes filled with lust and concern.

“Yes, please take me,” you said wrapping your arms around his neck as he lined up his cock with your soaking pussy.

You could feel him shudder in excitement as he slowly started pushing into you. His eyes scanning your face for any sign that you might want to stop.

“Holy shit, yer so tight,” he moaned out.

“Fuck, your cock is so big,” you were moaning, but aware of the foreign feeling in the pit of your abdomen. It didn’t really hurt, it just felt a little weird as you didn’t really know what it would feel like.

You couldn’t control your moans as he buried himself all the way to the hilt. Begging him to pick up the pace, he obliged your request. His own moans matching the volume of yours, neighbors be damned.

The sounds of skin slapping against skin and moaning filled his room.

“Fuck babe, I love hearing the sounds you make. Yer so fuckin perfect, and yer all mine.” The only reply you could muster was yet more moans as you felt that almost fiery knot grow.

“You’re.. you’re going…to…make me cum,” you sputtered out between moaning his name.

“Then be a good girl and cum for me. Ya dont know how much i wanna feel yer little pussy squeeze my cock as ya cum baby.”

That was all you needed to let go. Shaking and practically screaming his name, you came hard around him. He wasn’t too far behind you, picking up his pace and his thrusting becoming erratic. Groaning and and moaning your name he pulled out and came all over your stomach. Reaching over to the nightstand, he grabbed some tissues and cleaned his mess off you before laying down next to you

“I didn’t go too hard did I?”

“No, you felt absolutely amazing. I love you so much Baddo,” you said still trying to catch your breath.

“I love you too,” he said placing a small kiss on your forehead.

[lapetitemortbb]

Eddie making you straddle his lap and cockwarm him

Eddie Munson x reader (gender neutral)

Content & Warning: 18+, cockwarming, (soft)dom!eddie, sub gender-neutral!reader, light orgasm denial, light praise kink. its pure cockwarming filth and everything that comes with that.

I have very recently discovered cockwarming is a thing for me. I wanted to write a 3-4 sentence headcanon about eddie x reader cockwarming and it turned into 600 words of pure filth.

Eddie makes you undress but he leaves every stitch of clothing on. He’s still fully dressed, shoes and socks and all. His pants scrunched down just enough to free his cock. You’re not allowed to touch him or move. At all. It’s absolute torture. And it feels fucking amazing.

He spends his time flicking through magazines, painting his nails. The really confusing feeling of being so full but so empty has your head spinning. Every so often you clench around him without meaning to. He gives you an admonishing tut and an ever so gentle tap to your thigh. It takes everything you have left not to clench your thighs when he does. If there was a chance he’d at least slap your butt or thigh with meaning, you would consider doing it again on purpose. Just to feel his touch on you.

It feels like he’s been inside you for hours. You ache. The thought of keeping him warm makes your insides throb. He’s filling you up so good but not being able to feel him reach all those places inside you has you sobbing. Your head feels fuzzy and your skin is tingling all over.

His nails are finally dry and he sweeps your hair away from your face and tucks it behind your ear. You think he might give in soon and the torture will be over. You can’t help yourself, your hands reach out and bunch in his shirt and oh boy was that a mistake. His big hands wrap around wrists and keep them in place while he shakes his head in disapproval.

As punishment he paints your nails and even though he doesn’t say it (he hasn’t said a single word out loud this whole time and what you would give to hear his deep rumbling voice say anything right now) you know you’ll have to wait even longer for him to move inside you now.

He blows on your nails to help dry them and for a moment you think maybe it’s an act of kindness but when his breath brushes over your chest and you feel the warm air ghosting over your nipples you know it was definitely not an act of mercy.

Eddie can see just how desperately you’re trying to behave, he knows this is difficult for you but he also knows just how much you’re enjoying being so completely under his control. He shifts, sitting up a little straighter, so he’s closer to you. You can feel his clothed chest against your skin and his face is buried in your neck.

Then you hear him say, “not much longer.”

It makes you shiver, the ripples going over your entire body and making you curl closer to him.

He lets you suck on his ringed fingers and it has you crying in relief. To have something, some of Eddie, inside you. It’s salty and sweet and you can taste metal and polish and it has you drooling. If you could see yourself, hear yourself, you would be embarrassed. A sobbing, teary, drooling mess. But Eddie thinks you’ve never looked more beautiful, in fact, he tells you so.

He pulls his spit covered hand out of your mouth and you whimper at the loss. You feel so hollow, so empty. He places your trembling hands on his shoulders and his large warm hands wrap around your hips. Eddie tells you how good you’ve been and it’s time for your reward.

[19silvermirrors]

And again Quordle shamelessly broadcasts E-rated prompts🍋 SJ moves his lithe body while YQY kisses him hotly, and pleasure envelops them both like a tidal wave. Drama, fix-it, happy ending😏

[littlerosetrove]

I’m low-key losing it over here. 😆😆

Y’all. In the past, like, 3 days I’ve reblogged maybe 2-3 Obikin posts and followed 3 new Star Wars blogs (with a heavy Obikin focus duh). And now as I’m scrolling through my dash, sipping on my morning coffee, I keep getting this suggestion

TGVHBLKJHTYFVG

Sometimes tumblr does Get It. 🤣

[nasty-fox]

Meet the Dust bunny 🥕🐰 He doesn't show his tongue, noooooooo, it's his way of saying hello! 🖐

[jacklyn-flynn]

TW: Miscarriage (sorry for the spoiler you all probably saw coming anyway given the angsty nature)

There is just so much tooth-rotting smut before that though....

Adorable sneak peek though!

Shaking his head, he looked back down at the book. “Sparrow, if this per-” even with their hushed voices and the fire beside them, he quickly corrected himself, “-this piece is involved in the disappearance of slaves, it isn’t because they’re being freed. The repercussions of it would not be worth the risk but most importantly, no where in the history of the Imperium has something like this,” he waved the book a bit, then laid it on her lap, “been synonymous with the freeing of slaves.” 

It was her turn to lighten the mood. “”Synonymous” you know, but “elation” is a mystery?” she teased with a smile. 

He leaned forward, his grin revealing sharp canines. “Listen here, woman.” He saw her shiver at his teasing, but distinctly predatory tone. “I am a very dedicated student and you yourself have praised my quick grasp of the written word. Perhaps this fault lies with my teacher.” 

She gasped, pressing a hand to her chest. “You wound me with the very words I’ve taught you. I think I may need to lay down after an attack like that.” Fenris faltered and she noticed. “By lay down, I mean naked beneath you."

[shannaraisles]

Under The Wilden Oak - for @euryalex

For @euryalex, who is an absolute star, and has been very patient with me through the commissioning process. Enjoy!

NOTE: this piece is adult in nature, exploring themes of physical intimacy in a consensual, loving relationship context. DLDR.

Under The Wilden Oak

Lips and hands, bodies pressed close; love and laughter and hope fusing in a single moment beneath the boughs of the Wilden Oak. Limbs splaying in awkward tenderness, each one fumbling for clumsy, affectionate dominance as they rolled back and forth in the fragrant grass until, at last, Wyll conceded with a low laugh, dragging Tara to rest atop him in an ungainly heap, grinning into her kiss with unabashed delight. 

She giggled in answer, her breath warming his lips with adoring mirth mere moments before the possessive, protective curl of his hands at her hips dragged a cooling gasp from those same lips at the urgent evidence of his desire, so long held back by the gentleman he could not help but be. 

“The rest of our lives, to be spent just like this?” she teased, the quirk of her smile drawing a fresh smile from him as he arched his neck, seeking her mouth for yet another kiss in celebration of the promises just made, hungry for more now there was no need to shyly seek permission to love and be loved. “Mmm ... that’s a rather large commitment, you know.”

She let out a low shriek as he surged beneath her, cackling into the muffle of her own hand even as he laid her gently in the covering sway of the forgiving grasses, leaning over her with the fierce cage of his own form. A cage to which she knew, now and always, she held the key. It was a freedom she had never hoped to have - the freedom to choose to stay. Did he really not know how precious that was?

“I prefer to think of it as an awfully big adventure,” was his counter to her tease, leaning down to rest his weight on the forearm that cradled the back of her neck. 

His hips pushed with impish eagerness into her own, and without the need for thought, her legs parted, welcoming the weight of his desire into the cradle of her thighs with a slow arch of her own back to greet him. She felt, more than heard, the sharp intake of his breath, muffled as it was against the smooth line of her neck, a moment of cooling damp on her skin overtaken a split second later by the wet heat of his ravenous mouth tracing greedy patterns inching ever downward. 

“I love you more than a mortal heart should be able to bear,” he murmured, painting her skin with the fervour of his adoration as her hands began their near-shy exploration of the planes of his back and sides. “Tell me to stop.”

Tara huffed out a laugh, long fingers curling about the ridged curve of one horn to pull him back to meet her gaze, letting him see the absolute certainty in those violet depths as she breathed out her response.

“Never.”

The word felt like a fierce growl from within, sounded like a feline purr to her ears, and was met with a lion’s roar of yearning need in her noble lover. Lips clashed with lips, tongues touched, tasted, battled for an eternity in a heartbeat; all sense of time and place were suddenly gone in the exquisite rush to touch and be touched, to prove beyond any shadows and any doubt that this was not only their choice, but their desire. 

“Tell me what you want,” he breathed into her kisses, one hand smoothing up over her side, palming the soft swell of her breast through the thin cloth of her dress. The brush of his thumb over the pebbled bud of her nipple sent a flickering flare of white hot electricity to earth itself deep within her core, chased by a shudder that wanted so much more. 

“You.” Tara groped for the right words, not quite knowing how to tell him what she truly wanted. “Any way you wish me to have you, dear heart, please.”

The sound he made could not be described in any language she could bring to mind. It was a growl and sigh, a moan and a gasp, an expression of desperation and relief and eager uncertainty all in one. His hand tightened for just a moment, fingertips wriggling until he found the edge of her dress, tracing the gentle curve of her breast to drag the cloth out of his way. She barely had a moment to register the prickling coolness of the breeze on her skin before his mouth fell upon her, suckling and nibbling in a frenzy that seemed designed to catapult her into ecstatic torment at the mere thought of his continued caresses. 

Her back arched without conscious thought, offering him more to touch and taste even as she felt the hand beneath her neck tug loose the knot that kept the fall of her dress from becoming a pool on the floor. With the knot gone, the cloth was soon to follow, gathered at her waist as Wyll tenderly eased her fully to her back in the mossy grass, freeing both hands to explore and learn even as he feasted on every tingling inch of her he could currently reach. She was dizzy with desire; each callused finger’s caress, each wet pass of his tongue, sending spikes of pure pleasure lancing through her until she trembled on the precipice of something deeper, stronger, more significant than mere lust. Her own hands finally found agency of their own, gripping at the ragged cloth of his shirt, dragging it upward, heedless of the warning sounds of tearing seams as she forced it over his head, baring his skin to her hungry eyes and hands. Wyll shivered beneath her regard, his gaze darkening ever more eagerly as her hands followed the longing passage of her eyes, tracing hard planes and soft lines, seeking out the scars he wore to lavish them with all the love she held fast in her heart for this unexpected wonder in her cold, chaotic life. 

Skin to skin flooded her with tingling sweetness, fueling her strength to push upward, roll Wyll to his back and straddle his hips, taking control for as long as he would allow it. Lips sought lips, hands reacquainting themselves with the growing familiarity of his athletic form, her own form arching into him under the teasing exploration of his touch as he trailed those gentle, weapon-callused fingers down over her bare back, grasping her tight to thrust his heat against her own, separated still by layers of leather and cloth. She could feel the liquid heat pooling at her centre, demanding a release that she was not yet ready to devour, at once too keen to touch starlight and afraid that it might not live up to the heady heights she had already imagined too many times before. 

Strange, then, that she felt no desire to hold it back, either, surrendering herself entirely to the warm strength and tender mercies of this man who had seen and been so much, both for himself and for others and finally now was irrevocably hers. Who needed vows and witnesses when there was a purity of adoring purpose shared between them ... a purity that seemed only to intensify as his hand slid between them to stroke first one finger, then two, between slick lips, seeking out a budding pearl of fizzing pleasure that Tara had felt almost certain he might not even know existed. But know, he did, and more; his touch was confident and assured, knowing not only where to tease her, but how, with flickering fingertips and circling thumb, other arm taut about her waist to hold her against the rising, crashing tide of ecstasy that would not relent until that, too, found its place in the overwhelming rush of loving desire, leaving her breathless and thrumming, trembling in his arms as lips traded sloppy kisses and purple butterflies slowly faded from their chaotic dance behind her eyelids. 

“Wyll ...”

“You are so beautiful,” he murmured, each word a soft safety net to catch her shattering form as she felt herself coalesce in his arms once more. “So very beautiful, even in abandoned nearness. I love you so very deeply, my sweetheart, my joy ... my own dear heart.”

To hear her endearment for him echoed back to herself, knowing what those words meant to her when she spoke them and knowing his heart was as much hers as hers was now his ... was it any wonder her vision wavered for a soft moment, tears brimming only to be swallowed down as she captured his lips in a kiss that was as much conquest as surrender, hands roaming with possessive need to give him what he had just given her. It was not just the physical pleasure - though that alone, fueled as it was by unadulterated adoration, was more than enough to shake the foundation of her very being in more ways than she was truly willing to admit; it was the knowledge that he had chosen, and he had allowed her to choose, and this was their reward. She needed him to know, as deep in his core as she now knew, that they were meant to be here, beneath the Wilden Oak, sharing unspoken vows that could not easily now be broken. 

“I want you,” she breathed, words almost lost in the desperate play of lips and tongue and teeth, revelling in the squeeze of his arms tight around her back even as she rocked against him, tasting his breath in every groan she teased from him. “Take what you need, dear heart. Please.”

The way his breath caught in his throat could have ended her there, knowing intimately what such an offer meant to her. To offer him anything in this most vulnerable of moments, to trust that he would not abuse that trust ... how could he possibly refuse? WIth a throbbing groan, he rolled her tenderly to her back, wriggling with undignified eagerness to push away the tight cling of leather pants and linen smalls. Her own hands tugged at the fall of her dress, catching the briefest glimpse of him before he was over her once again, pouring his love into kisses even as she felt the thick length of him stroke rhythmically through the dewy slickness still pooling at her core. She felt herself arch as he angled himself to enter her, both of them shuddering at the first push, sweat stickiness clinging to each as they shared a low moan of unabashed delight at this first moment of unity. 

Breathless, she forced herself not to take the lead, letting her lover find his pace, his rhythm, hooking one thigh to his hip, gripping the curve of his back to guide him even as he  leaned over her, kisses still tumbling from his lips, painted with the ghost of his voice each time they found a particular angle, a specific motion, anything that taught them something about the other that should not be forgotten. Kisses became a breathless joining of lips as the coil wound tighter, as the motion grew shorter, faster, harder, each one racing the other toward that moment of blissful starlight, neither willing to leave the other behind them when they reached it at last. Tara’s cry of utter euphoria was swallowed by Wyll’s hungry kiss, his body stilling in the throes of his own elation barely a minute after hers, fingers entwined tight against the soft, mossy ground as seismic spasms rocked from him to her and back again. 

And after all the desperation and ecstasy and breathless, wanting desire ... there were smiles and laughter, arms softening their embrace as, nose to nose, the lovers giggled beneath the Wilden Oak, drunk on love and lust and shared devotion. 

“Wherever did you learn to do all that?” she murmured, drawing her knuckles along his cheek, trying to resist the urge to lap at the trickle of sweat chasing down his throat. 

She felt the blush under her touch before she saw it, Wyll’s abashed smile telling her a little of what she wanted to know before he could put words to it.

“I ... asked,” he admitted. “The wrong person, as it turns out.”

Tara’s brow rose as she shifted comfortably in his arms, too intrigued not to ask. 

“Who did you ask?”

Wyll chuckled, not quite able to meet her eyes. 

“Well, as it turns out, Karlach is very enthusiastic, but not particularly informative,” he confessed, doing his best to ignore Tara’s low chuckle in response. “Lae’zel, on the other hand ... she overheard the conversation and decided to educate me. Rather thoroughly, in fact.”

“I’m sorry ... Lae’zel was your sex tutor?” Tara stared at him for a long moment, enjoying his awkward wriggling under her fascinated gaze. She couldn’t hold it for very long, bursting into giggles that were quickly muffled with kisses as he poked at her sides for her teasing. “Now I want to know what she said!”

“I will never tell you,” he promised through a grin, looming over her as she laughed. “Are you done yet?”

“Never!”

“Never, hmm?” His grin did not fade even as he leaned down to her, silencing those impish giggles with yet more kisses. “Then I should do my best to earn all this mischief, don’t you think?”

She gasped as his hand slid down her side, kneading her skin even as he pulled her closer into the warmth of his frame. It appeared that the Blade of Avernus was not yet done with her, and who was she to argue? She hoped he would never be done with her. For the first time in her life, she had chosen and been chosen. He was hers, and she was his. Here, under the Wilden Oak, hearts bared and devotion assured, they knew they could face whatever came to them.

Just ... not until tomorrow morning.

[printsanonymous]

Simply the zest puns around!

Who wouldn’t love this adorable sticker! Link in bio!

[non-plutonian-druid]

[ID: a three color drawing (black, white, and teal) in the style of Seth’s illustrations from the Lemony Snicket series All The Wrong Questions. Five and Viktor (both about 13) are seated at the counter of a diner, talking. Luther (in his 20s), who is a patron seated next to them, looks concerned about what he is overhearing. Grace stands behind the counted holding a coffee pot and gazing into space. A missing poster for Ben is taped to the counter. In the mirror behind the counter, a reflection Diego and Patch (both 15) are visible in a booth. End ID]

i really should leave time between art posts for them to breathe and accumulate their fair share of notes, but also i need something to do while im waiting for my onions to caramelize.

In this installment: Five and Viktor meet over breakfast to discuss business, Luther is a Concerned Citizen, Diego and Patch also meet over breakfast to discuss business but in the background, and Grace is NOT a robot and this diner is NOT fully automated no sir. Also as usual Ben's face provides some ambiance, thank you Ben.

[vfdinthewild]

"or are you the victim of a false dichotomy?"

-via a discord chat, the context lost to time

[teakoodrawz]

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[inwhichiramble]

[badlydrawndrawnings]

ASOUE Characters (The Adults)

And the Beatles Songs I Can't Help But Associate Them With

Lemony Snicket, In My Life (~All these places had their moments/With lovers and friends, I still can recall/Some are dead and some are living/In my life, I've loved them all~)

Beatrice Baudelaire, Golden Slumbers (~Golden slumbers fill your eyes/Smiles await you when you rise/Sleep pretty darling do not cry/And I will a lullaby~)

Bertrand Baudelaire, All My Loving (~All my loving, I will send to you/All my loving/Darling, I'll be true/All my loving/All my loving, Ooh/All my loving, I will send to you~)

Count Olaf, Norwegian Wood (This Bird Has Flown) (~I once had a girl/Or should I say she once had me/She showed me her room/Isn't it good Norwegian Wood?~) + (~And when I awoke I was alone/This bird had flown/So I lit a fire/Isn't it good Norwegian wood?~)

Esme Squalor, Girl, being the Girl in question, not the 'singer'* (~She's the kind of girl who puts you down/When friends are there/You feel a fool/When you say she's looking good/She acts as if it's understood~)

*The 'singer' of 'Girl' is Jerome Squalor, who has strong feelings of his former marriage with Esme, more bad than good

Jacques Snicket, While My Guitar Gentle Weeps (~I look at the world and I notice it's turning/While my guitar gently weeps/With every mistake we must surely be learning/Still my guitar gently weeps~)

Kit Snicket, Help* [~When I was younger so much younger than today/I never needed anybody's help in any way/(Now) But now these are gone (These days are gone)/I'm not so self assured/(And now I find) Now I've changed my mind/And opened up the doors~]

*Despite the upbeat tone, the lyrics really do fit Kit

Dewey Denouement, A Day in the Life (~I read the news today, oh boy/About a lucky man who made the grade/And though the news was rather sad/Well, I just had to laugh/I saw the photograph~) + (~A crowd of people stood and stared/They'd seen his face before/Nobody was really sure if he was from the House of Lords~)

Ernest Denouement, Carry That Weight (~Boy, you're gonna carry that weight/Carry that weight a long time/Boy, you're gonna carry that weight/Carry that weight a long time~)

Frank Denouement, You Never Gave Me Your Money (~You never give your money/You only give me your funny paper/And in the middle of negotiations/You break down~)

[starvels]

there's something so specifically fun about steve rogers. a man who is at his most fulfilled when he's on his knees in a church pew or on his knees holding his shield up to take a hit or on his knees gagging on a cock and pushing through.

[doubleclusterthoughts]

I officially have a headcanon that Crowley is the same species of snake from Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events. Also known as The Incredilbly Deadly Viper. He has slit pupils like a viper (most constrictors have round) and is completely harmless even if a 'Hot Reptile'

@neil-gaiman (I hope I'm not the only person that sees this)