#could think about this for days

[erwinsvow]

alright, cheater!sammy annon here. we can totally reach a compromise (which thank you because this is your blog after all your could have just ignored me and that's was going to be alright too but I find it really fun to share creative ideas with other people!!) maybe reader won't admit it but she does get off on the fact that he is married... likes to feel the cold metal of his wedding ring... and the car sex (in his patrol car nonetheless!) is literally the best thing I heard in a while. he parks it in a spot he knows no one is going to bother them. and they are both so desperate for it ends up being real nasty. Poor guy whoever gets arrested and thrown in there the day after

omg hi bestie girl i'm sorry this took so long to reply to it's been a week and it's only tuesday. omg of course!!! i love yapping with you guys it's actually the best. and i'm so thankful when people take the time to reply and send ideas because it's so much more fun than me just yapping my thoughts all day which i do anyways.

i literally hope you know i have not stopped thinking about cheating sammy aus since you sent the first one. like somehow everything is just so much more.... !!!!. my eyes have been opened and i see the light. sammy trying so hard to avoid being a stereotypical cop husband stepping out on his wife with a cute young girl he has no business being with. !!! reader being a stereotypical sweetheart who disparages her friends who stay with their cheating boyfriends and thinks they should grow a pair and do better. suddenly having no qualms when it comes to one samuel bryant who has a half-way fallen apart marriage when they meet, though it seems like maybe things might be salvageable. (you hope they're not—in the last weeks of the time you've known each other, you've been hearing the stories. things are definitely not salvageable, and you honestly don't like the woman very much, though you still haven't sunken to that level that you've always talked so much shit about. but you can't pretend any longer that the thoughts don't plague you, something like sticking it to his wife and fucking her husband anyways, it's not like you both don't want to. you're just being good, decent people. or something like that.)

i think you and sammy stumble into each other's lives because you work at the hospital—i say a nurse but it can be anything—and he's there often enough. you're very good with your patients, very nice to the detectives and officers (him, more than any of the others. even more than nate, who pretty nurses often find trouble resisting.) and he's very stressed out and always on the phone and you maybe overhear it one day in the lobby when you're coming to update him on the patient—you hear yelling on the other line and a man who looks like there's not much waiting for him at home, at least nothing that will make him happy, and you glance at the wedding ring he fiddles with when he talks to you and you kind of.. let it be. for now.

and then maybe there's a bar you and some friends like to go to after work when you have some days off. it's notorious for badge bunnies—all the cops go there after hours and you have a friend who's into that sort of thing. and so the next time you see sammy, he's drinking a beer by the bar and his tie is loosened and his sleeves are rolled up and he's with that other detective your recognize. and you're wearing a skirt that's way too short for his sentences to be coherent, though somehow you two end up in a booth alone and you just.. talk. for hours. about his wife and his dog and you talk about work and your patients and your friends and whatever else comes up. to the point where the officers he came with stare in the general direction, murmur to each other. your friends stare too, especially the badge bunny one, though she's occupied before long. you stay until the bar closes, and he drives you home, and you linger in his passenger seat for far too long.

and then another night in the bar. he hears about this kitten you have at home and the patients you helped today and how you're tired of your noisy neighbor but it's so much better than when you had a roommate last year. he talks about if your cat would like his dog and how castaic is quiet and you tell him it sounds really nice, that you'd like to go there someday. and then dinner—burgers and soda after both of your shifts got off. his wife calls in the middle of it, and he walks away to answer but you hear something about working late and eating with the boys. and surprisingly, you don't feel mad. or uncomfortable. or anything. you feel like you want her to hang up so he can come back and finish the story he was telling you about the arrest they made this week and the case they're working on.

and then maybe you're working at the hospital when janila's grandmother gets shot... sees how sweet and gentle you are with her, getting her cups of water and sneaking her the good snacks, finding ways for her to stay longer with her grandma even though it's not allowed. the guard has a hard time saying no to you (just like sammy does) as does the charge nurse and everyone else that works there. and then at end of shift when sammy takes janila home with him, you stop and ask if there's anything you can do to help and you really mean it, not just saying it, and you're probably so tired after twelve on that your eyes hurt but you still offer, still hug the girl goodbye like you didn't just meet her.

and then he gets this internal monologue going—how his own wife can't watch this poor girl and you're offering even when you have nothing to offer. and then he gets something else going—how is it that he's felt more relaxed with you in a month or two than he has with his own wife in years? that during that one random weekend he took richter to the park and met you there for coffee, that his dog curled up next to you like he'd known you for years?

and then after one of those late-night dinner again, this time at a 24 hour diner where you get fries and offer him half without him asking and take sips of his milkshake and share his straw, you say something like "so you think you're gonna get divorced?" and he tries to explain himself, thinking that of course a nice, sweet girl like you was going to have issues with whatever the hell is between you two and ask questions that he can't answer eventually.

and then you say "well, i don't really want to wait for your divorce any longer." and he thinks great, that he's fucked up the one thing in his life he's been really looking forward to—your late dinners and early weekend mornings and hours talking and somehow never running out of things to talk about. and then you look at him while he tries to stutter out some sort of answer and you just sort of roll your eyes and finish your meal and walk back to his car with him, where he opens the door like always. and he says he'll bring you home but you just stare at him while he drives—you two spend a lot of your time in his car and you like watching him drive, like watching his arms flex under his rolled up sleeves while he pulls out and like how he swings his arm behind your headrest when he reverses. and he pulls in front of your apartment and he runs a hand through his hair after putting it in park and slowly tries to explain himself again. a jumbled up sentence about how he's not that kind of guy but he can't stop thinking about you and you actually don't know when it happened, but you end up leaning in for a kiss. or he ends up leaning in a for a kiss. and then he pulls into some shaded street and you crawl into his lap in the driver's seat and stay like that until you end up in the back getting your guts rearranged by this married cop who has somehow become the person you want to tell everything to.

and then your dinners and occasional mornings turn into make out sessions in his car and getting fingered until that cool metal of his ring is covered in your cum and your entire body is pliant and exhausted and he kisses you like you're his, and you've fucked in every position that it's possible to fuck in the backseat of his patrol car. there's a questionable stain and the car smells like sex so he has to keep the windows down and act innocent when someone says something. and that's all i got so far :)

[beaft]

me when someone abruptly asks me if i want to go and do something fun together but the fun thing wasn't part of my daily plan:

[chloesimaginationthings]

Michael Afton’s happiest day in FNAF

[maagisterpavus]

Thinking about Dorian in Inquisition, who seems very opposed if not outright afraid to say “I love you.”

DAI Dorian, who has spent his entire life screaming on the inside, spent his entire life putting up walls and locking himself behind glistening gates, hiding himself away from any more pain because enough has been inflicted already. DAI Dorian, who detests confessions, let’s get this over with. DAI Dorian, who says things like “if you don’t make it out of this, I’ll kill you” and “you are incredibly dull, and I hate you.” And a romanced Inquisitor just smiles, knowing he means the opposite, but can’t bring himself to say those words, not yet.

Thinking about Dorian in Veilguard, who sends this letter to the Inquisitor, his love, his amatus.

DAV Dorian, who has been hardened by fighting what sometimes feels like a losing battle over the last decade, and yet softened by the wisdom and clarity that comes with age. DAV Dorian, who no longer cares to squander his feelings because he’s finally realized he doesn’t have to. DAV Dorian, who survived one near-end of the world already, and is now staring down another and won’t, can’t allow himself to hide away any longer. DAV Dorian, who has finally accepted that love isn’t something to fear or be ashamed of. Certainly not trite. It’s something to cherish, and he’s worthy of it.

Anyway, I’m fine.

[panthermouthh]

“Accursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust?”

[egophiliac]

can't believe that skeleman has turned on us, and Halloween Prom is tomorrow.

(what a top-tier UM...we are about to be just totally obliterated in the absolute silliest way. what possible use could this power have outside of bringing us to the brink of utter holiday disaster.)

[hmura-hmara]

Something about Luke being the spitting image of his father

[shepscapades]

Realized I haven’t posted anything other than dbhc angst lately, so here’s a small collection of silly and sweet things as an offering to balance out the angst :]

[15teal]

[fictionadventurer]

How did Treasure Planet manage to come up with the greatest aesthetic in all human history? Victorian elegance plus space-age flair, with just enough dirt and grime and wear and tear to make it feel real? A combination of traditional and computer animation that perfectly embodies the movie's blend of old and futuristic? How does it get any better than that?

[l4tchk3y]

Silver has managed to capture the Espio.💕

[avenoirn]

to hold you is my only wish

[goaskangel]

how the 141 eat you out !!

price, ghost, gaz, soap headcanons ^o^

price likes to keep things easier for himself. augh, he’s just getting older by the minute and can’t keep up with your youth—doesn’t mean he’ll let his birdie down, of course. he’ll shush any overthought anxieties that come from you when he tells you to get up and sit on his face. 

laying down on your comfy, shared bed and patting the space next to him, praising you, “tha’s a good girl,” when you comply, hovering over his jaw. your clothed pussy’s drenched middle sends soft grins to the man below you, he takes a quick lick at the sweet slick seeping through and hums in delight. 

he wastes no time to rip them away to kiss and suck at his favorite girl. his big hands massage your thighs to keep them open as his beard tickles and scratches at your inner thighs, his obscene spits and skilled tongue’s noises are faint under the hearty moans you let out. you sure as hell won’t be strong enough to get up from the sheets when he’s pulled orgasm after orgasm out of you. 

ghost is just nasty with it. he doesn’t care where you guys are or what you’re doing, if he’s craving the taste of you on his tongue, he’ll go for it. his speciality being kneeled down and smothering his face into your cunt. in public, he’ll push you and seduce you enough into going into a bar’s stingy bathroom, “nobody will catch us, ‘ere, love. just follow me.” 

he’ll sacrifice his good jeans to kneel down on the dirty floor when he’s got you sat on the clogged sinks, your short dress coming up even shorter as he hooks his fingers down to get to you. simon lifts his cloth mask up just above his nose to kiss and suck at your sloppy folds. he could almost laugh at how nervous you were before to just how wet you were for him and how loud you were moaning, but he just shoves his face deeper into you. 

and some–most–of the time, he’ll get on his knees in the kitchen where you stand at the counter, jumping slightly with the surprise of your boyfriend behind you, lifting your little robe up to shove his tongue to your pussy. he loves spreading your ass, kissing ‘em gently as well before focusing on swirling his tongue on your clit. he’s definitely leaving bite-marks on your ass. 

gaz is awfully impressive with how he eats you out. from how his mouth tongue-fucks yours and his skilled fingers rolling waves in your cunt, he loooves combining the two when he gets the chance to kiss your pretty pussy. when you’re both home from a long day and he joins you in the bedroom, kissing up on your face as you hold him, giggling, before trailing down your body to your open legs.

he undresses you with smooth and romantic touches, his lips holding that same love. pressing little kisses around your slicked folds and finally frenching with your clit. he’s trying to hide his eagerness but he can’t help it, you instantly start writhing when he licks pressured tongue-kisses on your needy bud, waiting until you produce enough slick yourself to slither two fingers inside.

you gasp at the impact and involuntary feel your eyes roll back at the double satisfaction. the feeling of kyle’s fingers rubbing right on your gummy spot inside you while he’s sucking your clit right gives you an early climax. he sits up, licking his lips as his hand goes past his waistband, “needy, needy girl. how’s about your cunt kissing something else?” 

soap goes to you almost always the same way when he wants you. just comfy, what you think is plain and boring-old you. you’re lying lazily on the couch, watching some show that came on until johnny comes in with love-filled eyes. ( i mean when aren’t they??? )

he admires the pretty figure of your body just relaxing, your shirt loose but tight enough to emphasize the curves of your tits. maybe you’re not wearing a bra and he’s literally drooling at the nice plump shadow of your shirt. he finds his spot between your legs, pulling your shorts off with his teeth, “don’t mind me, bonnie. continue whatcha doin’.” but god it’s so hard to focus on the crappy tv show when he’s just lapping at your sweet pussy and stimulating your puffy lips with his tongue. 

your body moves in waves as you whine at his stupidity. but it’s not stupidity at all but rather the best fucking session he’s given to you. just random love he’s making to your cunt with his tongue. you pull and tease at the tufts of hair, climaxing immediately when he looks up at you with the same slyest and sexiest gaze he got you with.

want some more cod?

[zeropro]

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

Being someone who read Under The Red Hood and came out with the firm belief that, for Jason, it's not about killing Joker, it's about Jason wanting proof Batman would choose him over the Joker (bc shelia chose the joker). Makes seeing any other media where it's all about just wanting the Joker dead is a teeny bit frustrating. to be honest

Jason could've killed the Joker himself, really, really easily. Jason kidnaps the Joker before the confrontation. I can't open my comic for a reference right now, but it felt like he had the Joker for quite a bit before the confrontation. He had him. He beat him up with a crowbar. He had every single opportunity to kill the Joker himself, but he didn't because that wasn't his goal. Make no mistake, he did plan for the Joker to be dead by the end of it, but do you see what im trying to say here

Edit: If I knew this post was gonna get 1000+ notes I would've tried to word it better or something, this was a rant I made on the way to the grocery store 😭

It's not about making Batman kill either. When Batman says he won't kill, Jason adjusts and goes, 'Let ME kill the Joker or kill me to stop me' instead. The test is all about Batman choosing him. The whole final confrontation is Jason's first death again. The parent, The Joker, and the explosives. It even ends with Jason unable to move as a bomb goes off right next to him again because the parent didn't choose Jason. And instead tried finding an option that'd benefit them and (consequencely) letting the Joker walk, again, lol, lmao <-in agony

[nipuni]

More Davids!