#but holy SHIT is it unsufferable

[anaalnathrakhs]

im not saying its WORSE or anything but having permissive parents is also an incredibly weird kind of leash. i CAN do anything i want technically, and they'll accept it, but they'll also shit their pants in fear if i do anything but go to school and hang out downtown until 6pm. one time my mom INSISTED to come get me with the car less than a full kilometer away from home bc she was scared for me. and here i was, in my sluttiest outfit, sitting in my mom's car at 1am, because of course mother cannot go to sleep if the child is not back in the nest for tonight. i have a door to the outside in my room, i have the key, i can leave anytime i want. but i remember when i was fully nocturnal and i'd return from a little walk in the neighborhood at 5am and my mom would just look at me like i just told her i swallowed the whole medicine cabinet. i dont want to hurt my parents. i also dont want to be providing a detailed roadmap of everything i intend to do while out. that's what i mean when i say i feel like moving out would fix me.

[atanxdoesstuff]

haruka deserves better fr

bonus: majima and kiryu beating each other up in the background

[godwithwethands]

COLLATERAL (2004), dir Michael Mann

Vincent's Introduction vs Vincent's Death

[geekingout87]

Red, White, & Royal Blue - Official Trailer | Prime Video

I know I have work that day, but I am watching this as soon as it drops at midnight or whatever. 

[sabadorks]

I'm watching the Metal Evolution documentary series from 2011 and i have a few thoughts:

Episodes 1-3

lmao at Yngwie Malmsteen just having a bunch of Ferraris just parked as randomly as possible in his garden.

I was not expecting Ronnie James Dio's mantlepiece to be full of statuettes of princesses and dragons?

No Arthur Brown? Bruh I'm pretty sure his performance of Fire contributed more to the look of metal than anything else (although gay leather culture probably contributed just as much)

NWOBHM

my verdict is that yes, Def Leppard do belong to the movement just because I really like them

Glam Metal

despite what they claim in the episode, the genre had a renaissance and it did manage to attract an awful lot of young people. But I guess it was too hard to take a look to what was happening in Europe in the mid/late 2000s (especially in Swden where they had a whole movement called the New Wave of Swedish Sleaze)

also very important considering the two episodes that follow this one: i like that the glam metal dudes seem to have a sense of humor, self awareness and a tendency to mind their own business.

also after watching the following two episodes, very sad that is apparently a bad thing for a band to have a sense of showmanship and wanting people to be entertained and have a good time.

Thrash Metal

yeah yeah you're better than the glam metal band because you don't wear makeup and spandex.

I absolutely dislike Lars Ulrich but it is super funny to listen to him try to convince everyone that the black album was not them selling out tho.

hysterically funny to see the people who opened the episode mocking glam metal bands for wanting to have crossover appeal not only celebrating the popularity of the black album but trying to justify the fact that each and every one of them changed their sound to try and replicate metallica's success?

the episode about thrash metal really made me realize that i just don't like the way a lot of US bands sound (Megadeth are the exception). Gonna stick with the European bands.

Grunge

Holy fuck I thought the thrash metal dudes were unsufferable but jesus fucking christ the grunge people are so much worse. "Glam metal was ridiculous and stupid unlike us who are very smart and deep and original and have integrity and personality" like settle down dude, you're not the second coming of the christ.

we have here a grunge producer dude who just informed us that metal is noisy and the songwriting is shit unlike grunge which is intelligent and apparently full of musical geniuses. Not sure if the documentary people are trying to make everybody who was in a grunge band seem like cunts or if grunge musicians are even more elitist than metal musicians?

oh god now the grunge musicians are mad at the bands they influenced for being too derivative and not challenging enough. Very bizarre thing to criticise considering that grunge is overall really easy to digest both musically and lyrically?

these people just feel miserable like they have been complaining about everything, including grunge raising to mainstream popularity. Buddy I don't know how to tell you this, you decided to sign a contract with a major label?

why on earth did they dedicate a whole episode to grunge God only knows considering that everybody here made it pretty clear that they want nothing to do with metal.

[simeleons]

you ever hate someone so much that u actually can feel ur head spinning

[dontstalkhaleyshedontlikethat]

Just scrolled through a vegan TERFs blog and holy shit. If I wasn’t already laying in bed I’d need to lay down because that’s such a leathal combo of annoying dumbfuckery that never crossed my mind of existing.

[kakashisdarling]

The t-shirt - Kakashi Hatake

Big thanks to the wonderful @interlxdee​ for this request, I hope you like it <3

Kakashi x reader

Warning: NSFW +18

I forgot to do the laundry this week. I fucking forgot to do the laundry.

Two nights ago, I arrived home from a long mission with most of my clothes buried deep down in a dirty backpack, too smelly for me to try to go anywhere near it.

Usually, Kakashi reminds me to wash my clothes and if my pout is good enough, he’ll wash them for me when he does his charge. But unfortunately, Kakashi left for a mission a couple days before I arrived, and he is not home yet.

I curse as I go through my drawers, unable to find any clothes that aren’t too washed up or shredded. Maybe I could go buy something, I just saw this beautiful lavender dress at the market. No, no, I can’t buy random stuff right now, I’m saving up for Kakashi’s birthday.

Maybe Kurenai or Anko could lend me something to wear but they live too far from my place and either I would have to make a walk of shame with my smiley ramen printed pajamas or with a long-washed set of pants with a bunch of holes.

Wait, I think I have a solution. My hand wanders slowly to the bottom drawer. A smile pulls up on my lips, Kakashi forgot his black slouchy t-shirt the last time he spent the night. And the best part is it still has a hue of his addictive scent.

He left a pair of pants too, but I figure the t-shirt will cover enough and the weather has been pretty warm lately. Plus, it’s cleaning day, I’m not planning to go out and even if I did by that time, I’d probably already washed my decent clothes.

After a few hours of extensive apartment cleaning and with my clothes already hung up on the clothesline, I realize how exhausted I feel after fulfilling my duties.

Whining, I scout the kitchen cabinets and chuckle as I grab what I was looking for, instant ramen. I warm up some water and prepare my delicious not-so- healthy meal, then I sit on the couch with my legs crossed, eating with one hand and going through a magazine with the other. Ah, this is the moment I’ve been waiting for.

Suddenly, I hear the sound of the door’s lock opening and as I tilt up my head from the magazine, my eyes meet a familiar eye, he’s the only person that has keys to my apartment.

“Hey! I thought you were arriving tomorrow. How did it go?”

Kakashi stays still near the door, frozen, as his warm gaze roams my whole body.

“You are wearing my t-shirt” he states with a low tone.

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t think you would mind. I forgot to do my laundry when I arrived from the mission and this was the only decent item on my drawers. But I’ve already washed my clothes and they’re probably dry by now. Hold on, I’ll change real quick.”

“NO, NO. I mean,” he almost screams before gulping hard. “It looks really good on you, please don’t take it off.”

I nod unsure and raise an eyebrow.

“Are you feeling okay?” Kakashi presses his eyelids at my question. I feel a little worried, maybe he is injured. Carefully I leave my ramen and the magazine on the table as I walk up to him.

“It’s ju-just I-I” his voice breaks as my eyes fall upon the reason for his weird behavior. Automatically, a shiver runs down my spine and my stomach starts tickling, the gap between my thighs clenches as my essence starts wetting my core

A husky chuckle escapes my throat.

“You just arrived from a mission, I can’t believe you have any energy left to produce something that… big,” I tease, pointing with my chin toward his king-size boner, that somehow seems to get tighter underneath his pants with every second passing by.

“I haven’t seen you in weeks and when I finally get the chance, you decide to wear” he pauses to choose his words carefully, “that.”

“Oh, knock it off. It’s not like I’m wearing lingerie, it’s just a t-shirt, it doesn’t even have any cleavage.”

“But it’s my t-shirt. And you are wearing it. Fuck. And it looks so fucking good on you. It makes me want to rail you until you don’t remember your own name.”

Holy shit, this man is unnaturally hot. How could any living being resist him?

“Oh, well” I mumble pretending to sound resigned, “we certainly cannot let something that size go to waste now, can we?”

Kakashi offers me a sided smile as he breaks the distance between us, pushing me back to the couch and laying on top of me. I tug his mask down and drop his hitai-ate on the floor, placing my hands on the corners of his face and smashing our lips together.

“As much as I like how my t-shirt looks on you, I’ll have to take it off, or else I’ll rip it and lose the chance to see you wearing it again.” I nod as I raise my arms to ease his job. And without ceremonies, he unfastens my bra and slips my panties off my legs, pausing briefly to take a good look at my body as if I was the most intricating thing he has ever seen.

“Come back,” I mutter slightly blushed. Kakashi smirks cheekily as he drops his green vest on the floor and strips the rest of his clothes but his underwear, before eagerly leaning back on top of me.

“Nu-uh, those can’t stay,” I gesture pointing his boxers to what he laughs.

“Those are your job,” he says before drawing his attention to my neck, leaving wet kisses all over.

I flex my knees on Kakashi’s sides as I slide my hands under his boxers, hugging his butt before pulling down the unsufferable cloth. I groan at the feeling of his throbbing dick against my thighs and without warning, Kakashi shoves two digits inside my already dripping cunt.

“Holy fuck, you are so fucking damp” he whispers with a restrained voice.

Abruptly, Kakashi takes out his fingers and sits on his knees before lifting my legs to rest on his shoulders. He ducks himself, smirking huskily, before painfully slowly licking my folds.

I moan loudly as his tongue swirls around my cunt, the tip tracing quick circles on my clit. My hands fly to his head, tugging strands of silver hair on my fingers and pushing him closer, I hear his sexy laugh mixed with the wet noises.

It doesn’t take long before I feel myself falling on the edge. Kakashi notices my walls tightening and the pace of his tongue grows softer.

“Kakashi,” I sigh but before I have time to say anything else, he lowers my legs from his shoulders and maneuvers nimbly with my body. He lays with his back on the couch and then places me on top of him, his hard dick excruciatingly brushing my palpitating folds.

A malicious smile forms on my lips as I press my palms on his muscular abdomen, carrying myself and sinking his eager length in my cunt. Kakashi swears with a low tone and as I move my hips teasingly, he places his hands on my sides to stabilize my motion, his grip firm enough to leave marks.

“I don’t think I can take that today,” his voice sounds so unsteady. “Just be a good girl, will you?”

Kakashi’s grip on my hips tightens as he carries me to fasten my thrusts.

“You look so fucking good riding me.” I lean forward to reach his ear, my sore nipples brushing his chest.

“I know,” he smirks at my self-confidence as he stretches his hands to massage my breasts, pinching my nipples. My head falls backward enjoying his precise attention. Then, his mouth assumes the role his hands were playing, his tongue licking and sucking my swollen buds. I curse, this man knows every inch of my body and how to take care of it.

I lift my body and sink in deeper than before, our groans mixing in a sea of pleasure. The pace of our thrusts grows faster. My darkest instincts taking control, rationality left long behind. And once again, I feel my walls clenching around Kakashi’s cock. I desperately call his name as he bites my nipple, incoherent words trying to escape his lips. My senses go numb as I feel waves of intense pleasure traveling my body, increased by the sensation of Kakashi’s cum spilling all over my walls. We hold each other tightly as our orgasms reach their highest point.

Fuck, that was something else.

Once we’ve started breathing steadily, Kakashi pulls me over him, tangling our legs and wrapping his arms around me.

“If this is how it’s gonna be, I’m going to steal all of your clothes,” I whisper playfully.

“I’m not planning to stop you,” he chuckles, placing a soft kiss on my temple.

So, finally here’s day five, I’m really sorry for the delay. I hope you enjoyed this fic, it was really fun to write.

Thanks for reading! <3

[turbobyakuren]

self uncare is getting curious and reading about the reverie father discourse

[sweetrobinbryne]

The Track

It was a picturesque day in Florida, a rare one at that. The heat and humidity wasn’t overbearing nor oppressing, a light breeze making it all the more comfortable. A break from what was almost an unsufferable week and every man in Dillinger’s gang appreciated the reprieve, deciding to take advantage of the pleasurable weather and head to the horse track to place some bets and have a few beers.

Pierpont leaned back in his seat to sip at his ice cold drink as the horses thundered by on the track, listening to the boys joke and laugh behind him, doing exactly what they came here for. A good time and possibly make some money. The track wasn’t overly busy but still had a good amount of people there, mostly in the standing area where tickets were cheapest. His eyes roamed over the seating on the opposite of the track before quickly settling on a single woman who stood out like a sore thumb, impossible to miss her.

“Hey Red…” He called out over his shoulder, gaze never leaving the woman as nodded in her direction. “Isn’t that Bryne’s daughter over there?”

Hamilton turned his attention in the direction that Pierpont nodded and squinted as he tried to pick out who he was talking about, eyes going wide when he finally spotted her. “Holy shit, it is! What is she doing down here?”

“Looks like Nitti is trying to get back in her good graces.” Pierpont easily spotted Frank Nitti with a combination of who could only assume to be both of his and Bryne’s men. Nitti was sitting as close as he could seem to manage to get her with their lackies sitting around them in a wide circle to keep others away.

“Brave man, that’s for sure. He’s lucky she hasn’t put a bullet in his head.” Red said matter of factly before taking a sip of his beer.

“Who in the hell are you two squawking on about? I don’t see no dame.” Nelson cut in with his nasally voice, instantly making Hamilton tense and roll his eyes.

“How fucking blind are you?! The girl in the white dress and hat. Long blonde hair.” Pierpont spun around in his chair to look at Nelson as if the man was obviously bat shit crazy. “And don’t call her a dame. Not if you value your life.”

“Wait, Bryne?…He worked with Capone, right?” Homer poked his head into the conversation, now catching the rest of the gang’s attention at the mention of Capone’s infamous name.

“Yeah. Side by side for years. Walking on top of the world those two. Until something went wrong at a drop and Bryne got a bullet in the back of his head.” Hamilton huffed out, giving a quick glance to Dillinger.

“I remember that! Everyone thought that Nitti had something to do with it. It wasn’t by chance that he became Capone’s right hand man after Bryne was gone.” Homer finished off his beer and waved for another one.

“He was banking on the fact that Bryne’s part of the business would just disappear with him gone. No one but Capone knew that Bryne left everything to his daughter. Hell, no one knew she even existed! Bryne had her stashed away here in Florida while he ran his business in Chicago. Surprised the fuck out of everyone when she came out of the woodwork.” Red pointed her out across the way to John.

“Rumor has it though she’s got the face of an angel. Right out of a movie she is.” Pierpont added with a laugh. As if on cue, Robin stood from her chair and stepped around the small table, putting her hand up for her men to stay where they were when they jumped to their feet to follow. Her white lace dress flowed and moved with her every step, showing off her slim figure and round behind while the wide brimmed sun hat covered her face. Walking down a small set of stairs, she stopped briefly at the railing to look over the race track as the next set of horses and jockeys were set into the chute, waiting for the starting gun before she turned to head down the walkway and through the tunnel, out of sight.

“What do you think, Johnnie? Underneath that hat she has the face of an angel? Or is she hiding what an ugly broad she actually is?” Hamilton nudged Dillinger with his elbow and a laugh, eager to hear what he had to say.

@sonofirishseas