#and ooh boy is it fucking me up

[dirtytransmasc]

gods, I had a thought, and its aching like a bitch.

spider not wanting a na'vi to fit in, to be like everyone else, to have an ikran, to bond with anyone. yeah, that'd be an added bonus, one he wouldn't pass up if given the chance; but it's not the reason, no where close to the reason.

he wants to connect with the great mother, with eywa, more then anything else in his short life. he felt her all around him, watched his family, his people, connect with her. he watched the relief and fulfillment they felt, longing to feel the same. what child doesn't want to be surrouned in their mother, their creators embrace?

he knows she's there, she wants him, that he is her child; but he can't connect to her like everyone else.

his chest aches and his body feels somehow empty; tears prick in his eyes at random but nothing soothes him; he longs for quiet, heading off into the woods until nothing but the sound of ewya fills his ears, and it is still not enough.

sometimes he would follow his family to the tree of souls, finding the small alcove in the great trees trunk, and he would cling to her, desperate to feel the slightest connection to the great mother (it never worked, and he normally got picked on for trying - it never stopped him though).

it made him feel like even more of an outsider, he couldn't even do right by his mother, couldn't connect to her, couldn't show her his respect and love and devotion to her and her world. it was a whole new level of sorowness, like a chasm formed in his soul.

he would give anything just to connect to her. his life, his blood, his everything.

[pinacoladamatata]

blink and you'll miss it moments around skyhold....

[luck-of-the-drawings]

OOH YEAH BABY ITS THE SURGERY EPISODE BABY!!! ME AND THE HOMIES NEED SOME NEW FACES FOR OUR NEW PLAN, AND WHO BETTER TO GET THE JOB DONE THAN THE TWO MOST EVIL PEOPLE WE'VE EVER HAD THE MISFORTUNE OF HAVING OUR LIVES VIOLATED BY? I MEAN IT WOULD BE FUNNY. IT WOULD BE FUNNY.

[freakinnefor]

google search how does one un-fp their fp

[shreddeddescent]

hmmmm upsetting, my writing of the worst case scenario bullshit has ended up with a really satisfying emotional blow up between Raph and splinter but again it’s like. Such worst case scenario bullshit that idk if I can even show anyone

[ace-the-fox]

I haven't heard much about The Boy II (2020) opinion wise, so this might be an unpopular opinion, I have no idea, but...

I think the reason I liked the first film so much was because it sets it up as this typical creepy/possessed doll movie, only to reveal the doll wasn't the issue at all. Just a creepy man in his creepy walls with his creepy house and creepy parents who wants to fuck with some woman. Idk, that's what I gathered from it, and I liked it. It was a nice lil twist.

Then the sequel took that, crumpled it up, shat on it and threw it away. We're back to the typical creepy doll film again, fuck you.

Edit: Looked it up on Tumblr right after making this. We ARE all on the same page here. The outcome to this film sucked lmao.

[illiana-mystery]

oh P.S. BIG fan of your story Collateral. I am Obsessed. Such a pity theres like no stories for molinas character from that episode

Oh thank you! You're too kind. 😁💙

I really need to get back to writing that one. (I hate writer's block) But I have had fun writing it for almost a year now. Crazy how time flies!

And yes, you're so right. It is sad that there are virtually no other fics for Silas. His character had so much potential that the writers barely fleshed out. That was the reason why I wrote Collateral.

Plus I love westerns since it's a big part of my family's culture (my roots being from Louisiana with a Creole and Native background).

But also, just for you, here's a sneak peek of the next chapter. Hopefully I'll be able to get back to it soon. 🤞🏾 I made yall wait too long.

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"Mmmmm," Silas hummed as he gobbled up the bowl of stew in front of him.

He was just eating away, almost as sloppily as Billy the night before but it warmed your heart.

You never cooked for anyone other than your father and seeing your love interest indulge in your cooking made you feel some type of way.

Hell, you barely touched your own bowl of stew. No, you were just content watching him enjoy his warm meal.

Hannibal and Billy were also clearly enjoying your food, having not said a word since they began to chow down.

The only sounds in their home were slurping and chewing and you patted yourself on the back for that.

"I'm glad you like the stew," you said with a content giggle.

"Like it?" Silas scoffed. "Darlin, I love this. Best possum stew I've ever had."

"I agree, boss," Billy perked up. "This is delicious."

"Looks like the little lady does know how to make a mean possum stew. I'm impressed too," Hannibal chimed in. "Yeah, we're never gonna let you go back to your daddy."

Silas chuckled.

"She already made her choice," he responded before he rubbed your back. "She's one of us now."

You giggled to yourself before you kissed his cheek.

"Happy to be one of you," you stated. "Any of you boys want seconds?"

"I got it, little lady. Why don't you eat? You barely touched your bowl."

"Oh, I don't mind," you assured before Silas held you down.

"Hannibal got it," he insisted. "Now eat. I don't want you going hungry worrying about us."

"Well, alright. I really don't mind."

"I know you don't," he cooed before he gently kissed you. "You spoil us way too much."

"Well, I'm appreciative. Honestly, I've enjoyed my time here. I hate to admit it, but I barely miss my pa."

Silas didn't respond. Instead he hugged you tight and kissed one of the love bites that decorated your neck.

You fell deeper into his embrace and then began to eat. But as you ate, your sense of taste felt even more exhilarated by the warmth of the old bandit's body wrapped around yours.

It was a strange phenomenon to you, but welcomed nonetheless. It did make the stew taste even better after all.

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I also have a Silas McCall/Joe Cribbens x Reader fic in the works. Hopefully I can get it out next month. 🤞🏾 I've been racking my brain because I want it to be perfect. So stay tuned for that! 😉

Also we need a western with Fred and Willem as the leads like yesterday. Like it's a weird dream of mine. It would be so perfect. 🥹😩

[psalmsofpsychosis]

So anyway, it's sweet sweet sacrilege hours 💕

[hannibalismos-jaaneman]

just finished watching monkey man and gotta say casteism definitely got the better of me

[kitchendub]

Motherfucker. Four

[smol-tired-binch-blog]

Why do I seem to find Kiryu more attractive when I'm seeing him get his shit rocked

[vividbeateater]

my music taste never fails, every time i find a song super duper catchy it always ends up having the worst fucking lyrics istg 🥴

[warm-mangoes-with-chai]

24 today...

[fairy-angel222]

𝐄𝐝𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐬 𐙚⋆.˚

Him getting all teary as you continue to edge him, his cock painfully hard and throbbing as you stroked it slow.

“P-please mommy— ahh, need to cum so bad.” His voice cracks with a whimper, trying to thrust his hips into your warm fist for just a little more contact to his overly sensitive tip.

His moans are so loud and cute, his hands tied snuggly behind his back as he ruts desperately up into your fist. His abs tensed, mouth hung open in shaky cries as his orgasm builded up.

“Nngh— ‘m cumming, ‘m— no, no, no, w-why?” He let out a choked sob. Pleading eyes going dark when you only smirked down it him, running your nail up his shaky stomach.

“It’s okay baby.” You coo, “you can take it, you’re such a good boy f’me.”

Choso frowned, his eyes glossy as he glared at your form on top of him. Effortlessly breaking his restraints into two before grabbing you roughly by your neck with the shake of his head, “ ‘m done, ‘s your turn now.”

You let out a loud whimper when Choso shoved you into the bed, spreading your legs impatiently before lining himself up with your dripping hole. “You get this wet from torturing me.” He scoffed.

“Choso baby, w-wait.” Choso only ignored you, thrusting into you roughly before he was hammering into you in the chase of his lost orgasm. Loud squelching sounds filling the room as he used your pussy to stroke his cock however he liked.

“F-fuck,” he cried, his body already shaking as he felt his orgasm coming back to him. His hard chest pressed against your own as he fucked himself stupid with no rhythm. “O-ooh- nghh— feels so good m-mommy,” he breathed in relief, his cock slamming mercilessly into your tight warmth.

“Yeah? Feels so good doesn’t it, fucking yourself with my pussy?” You cooed, small moans falling past your lips as you stroked his hair.

Choso nodded with a broken mewl, his hips rutting into you with nothing but need as his thrusts got sloppy, slobbering kisses down your smooth neck. His eyes met yours through wet eyelashes. “Uh huh- ‘m gonna cum— nngh, please mommy can i cum?”

You only smirked. Good boy.

“Mhm, go ahead baby- cum for me.” Choso let out a string of loud whimpers, a cry of your name echoing through the room as his body trembled.

“O-oh fu-uuck— i love you s’ much mommy.” His voice went up a pitch, his hold on you tightening as his body stilled, twitching cock buried deep inside you to pump you fuck. “So warm— nghh, so tight. Can stay in you for h-hours. Fill you with my babies over ‘n over again.” He moaned when you clenched down on him, ropes after ropes of his sticky cum painting your walls white.

“Fuck, mommy’s gonna cum too baby. Keep fucking me just like that okay?” You moaned desperately.

Choso only pecked your lips before rubbing at your clit while fucking meanly into you. Your head falling back into your pillow with a whiny cry as your body trembled, feeling your stomach tighten as you neared your high.

Choso grinned, “Are you close mommy?”

You nodded with a mewl, your vision blurry and your lips parted in soft whimpers when you felt Choso’s cock repeatedly hitting your sweet spot. The stretch of your pussy for his thick girth clouding your mind as you moaned out for him.

“C’mon, use your words.” His voice deepened, hand reaching up to wrap around your throat with the tilt of his head. “Well?”

You nodded with a hiccup, “Mhm, ‘m so close. Gonna cum f’ you baby.” You cried out shakily, your toes curling with the arch of your back as your orgasm began to wash over you.

“Aww, well that’s too bad.” Choso faux pouted, halting his movements and smiling sweetly when you whined desperately. Lifting your hips towards him for any form of contact. “Baby p-please.”

He leaned down to kiss your cheeks as your own eyes grew watery, “told you it was your turn.”

[witchwhaat]

how are they going to resolve all of this in 1h 30 minutes 👁👄👁

[steddie-as-they-come]

"Mom," Steve whispered in the inky blackness of his parents' room. "Mom, there's something under my bed."

Patricia Harrington turned over. "Steven, go back to sleep," she murmured.

"I can't." Steve said. "There's a monster."

"No such thing." his mom said, angrier, more awake. "Go to bed now, and if I catch you out of bed again you can forget going to Tommy's this weekend."

Steve nodded and padded back down the hall, pausing at his door then taking a running jump into bed.

The room was silent.

"I know you're here." Steve whispered, making sure all his limbs were tucked safely away under the covers. "You don't scare me."

A couple minutes of quiet, then Steve heard a scraping sound come from under his bed. He squeaked and pulled his blankets up to his nose.

A horrible, raspy laugh came from below him. "I do scare you!" said a voice. "You lied!"

"No-no you don't!" Steve said boldly. He clutched his blanket tighter, then said, "I can't be scared of something I can't see! That's just dumb."

Something dark began to slither across the floor out of the corner of Steve's eye. Oh, I'm gonna regret that, he thought.

The thing began to pull itself up, looming over Steve. It cracked a smile, and sharp white teeth gleamed in the light from his closet.

Steve screamed.

"Shut up!" his dad shouted angrily from downstairs, and Steve clapped a hand over his mouth, eyes flicking between the shadow and the door like he wasn't sure which monster to be more afraid of.

The monster crept toward him, and Steve dug his fingernails into his face, scooting away from the horror. He whimpered, not daring to close his eyes.

Then the monster began to shrink.

It shriveled away, changing color and backing up, until a little boy, about Steve's age, stood in front of him. He had long curly hair and was dressed in a t-shirt that was way too big on him. When he opened his eyes, Steve flinched, because the whites of his eyes simply...weren't there. His eyes were an onyx black.

"Hi," the boy said. "I'm Eddie."

Steve was too stunned to speak, but he did uncover his mouth.

"I'm the monster under your bed!" Eddie said. "I'm supposed to scare you, but, um-" he risked a quick look at the door "-I don't think you need my help for that."

"Why are you supposed to scare me?" Steve asked.

Eddie shrugged. "Dunno. Every kid's got one. It's just how it works. I was made to be your monster, forever!" He sat down on the edge Steve's bed, bumping Steve's shoulder against his. "Weird to be on this side of the bed. No dust bunnies or anything."

Steve giggled, forgetting his fear. "You're fun!"

Eddie grinned at him. "Thank you! None of the other monsters think my jokes are funny."

"So you have to scare me?" Steve asked. "But you're not scary. Not after talking to me."

Eddie paused. "Oh, right. I'm not supposed to talk to you. Um..."

"What if we just say you're scaring me?" Steve asked. "I'll pretend I'm really scared of the monster under my bed, and you pretend you scare me every single night. But really we're hanging out instead of scaring!"

"Ooh, I like that idea!" Eddie struck a dramatic pose. "I'll be the monster under your bed, but I'll be ready to protect you if you need it too!"

Steve stuck out his hand like he saw his dad do for business deals. "Deal?"

Eddie shook it. "Deal."

-

Steve sprinted through the forest, the kids hot on his heels. "There!" he shouted. "Everyone in!"

The kids bolted to the abandoned cabin, and Steve slammed the door shut. "Is there a bed in here?" he called. "A couch? A fridge?"

"Bed's in here!" Will yelled, and Steve followed his voice to the cluttered bedroom, complete with partially-caved-in bedframe. He gingerly took a seat on the mattress, cringing when it crackled. He did not need to know what was on this.

"Eddie?" he called, tapping on the flaky painted wood.

The shitheads crowded in, and Mike murmured. "What the fuck is he doing?"

Steve ignored him. "Eddie, come on, I need your help."

Something tall, dark, and lanky slid out from under the bed, and all the kids jumped back in fright, raising their various weapons. Steve leapt to get in front of them, raising his hands as a shield. "Chill! Calm down, this is Eddie!"

Eddie shrank into his human form, draping himself over Steve. "You had to summon me to the nastiest bed in Indiana? Really, Steve?"

Steve shrugged. "This was the closest one. We need your help, Eds."

"We?" He focused on the Party. "Well, these must be the infamous buttheads." Eddie slid into the shadows and reappeared behind the Party, inspecting them. "Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Will, El, Max, right?" he said, pointing at each one as he said their names.

"What the fuck are you?" Dustin asked.

Suddenly Eddie was under Steve's arm, wrapping a hand around his waist. "I'm Steve's monster under the bed." he said. "I'm just... friendlier with Steve than most of the monsters I work with."

Steve rolled his eyes. "You can tell him you're my boyfriend, they know I'm bi." He kissed Eddie on the cheek.

The kids all broke into gasps, except for Max, who fake gagged. "Don't be gross!" she yelled. "Demogorgon outside, remember?"

"Ah, right." Steve said. "Eds, can you-"

"On it." Eddie kissed Steve. "I'll be back."

The kids watched Eddie melt into shadows, then wheeled on Steve. "Steven Don't-Know-Your-Middle-Name Harrington," Dustin said. "You have a lot of explaining to do."

edit: i did not expect this response to the short little thing that took me 30 mins max at 2am!! i’m planning on rewriting it and turning it into a full length fic, so i’ll come back and edit this with the link!

edit #2: if there’s anything you guys want to see in the full length version of this please let me know!! i’m trying my best to make it a slowburn which is horrid for my adhd so let me know if there’s anything you want!!