#grrrr

[hexcii]

Crossover moment… part two!!

Guys go read Chasing Stars by @kaprisvn RIGHT NOW ITS SO GOOD AND AMAZING AND I LOVE IT AND— GAHHH I’m so excited for the future chapters <3333

Pushing our AUs together, they are all friends now <33

Hi Kapri I love you /p

[biscuits-and-gracie]

this is a ruthie hate club! 😌

𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱 𝘌𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘴

summary: You didn’t have to harden yourself to survive. Not with Rafe around.

characters: rafe cameron. crybaby! reader. mentions of ruthie. topper. kiara.

warnings: dead turtle :(

word count: 1k

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The sky was slipping into dusk, the colors spilling across the ocean like someone had taken a watercolor brush and dragged it through the clouds - golds, pinks, and bleeding violets. The salt in the air clung to your skin, and the bonfire crackling nearby cast dancing shadows across the sand.

You stayed tucked against Rafe’s side, your fingers threaded tightly with his, feeling the steady pulse in his wrist against your own. His thumb brushed lazy circles along the back of your hand - grounding, possessive, sweet in a way no one else ever saw.

The beach was alive with chaos - Kooks and Pogues mixing in that strange, brittle way that could snap at any moment. Topper’s Jeep revved somewhere near the dunes, Ruthie shrieking with laughter as she gunned the engine too hard across the sand.

You heard it before you saw it - the sickening crunch. Then the tracks in the soft earth, torn straight through a scattering of tiny shapes.

At first, you didn’t understand. Then your stomach twisted. The tracks weren’t just in the sand. They were through a nest. A nest of baby sea turtles.

Kiara was the first to reach it, stumbling forward with a strangled sound. She bent down, her hands shaking as she scooped up a tiny, broken body. The hatchling fit into her palm like a fragile, ruined thing - a cracked shell, little flippers limp.

She whirled toward Ruthie, voice cracking in rage. "LOOK WHAT YOU’VE DONE!" Kiara screamed, her hand trembling as she held up the dead turtle.

The beach seemed to still. Even the music dipped lower, like the ocean itself was holding its breath.

Ruthie only laughed, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "It’s a turtle, Kiara. Jesus. Chill out."

You stood frozen for a second, staring, until the devastation hit you like a wave. Your vision blurred instantly, hot tears welling up and slipping down your cheeks without permission.

The tiny creatures - their first instinct to find the sea - crushed before they even had a chance.

You sank down into the sand without thinking, your knees giving out as you scrambled forward to help the few hatchlings still moving. Your fingers, trembling, brushed one onto its feet again, coaxing it toward the surf like it could somehow make it if you just believed hard enough.

The tears came faster, silent but unstoppable, dripping off your chin onto the sand.

"Aw, are you serious?" Ruthie snickered loudly, catching sight of you. She elbowed Topper, gesturing. "Look at her. What a crybaby."

You flinched like she’d slapped you - not because it was mean, but because it was loud and sharp and cut through your soft grief like a knife.

That’s when it happened. You heard the change in Rafe’s breathing before you even looked up.

One second, he was beside you. The next, he was on Ruthie.

He crossed the sand in two strides, grabbed her by the wrist so roughly her laughter cracked into a yelp. Her phone tumbled from her fingers into the sand, screen face down.

"The fuck did you just call her?" Rafe’s voice was low, dangerous - like a lit fuse just waiting for the spark.

Topper lunged forward, trying to break it up, but Rafe shoved him back without even glancing at him. Topper stumbled, nearly falling onto his ass.

Kiara watched with wide eyes, still cradling the baby turtle.

"You crushed a goddamn turtle nest, Ruthie," Rafe growled, his hand tightening enough that Ruthie’s face twisted. "And now you wanna run your mouth about her? You think that’s funny?"

"Rafe-" Ruthie stammered, but Rafe leaned in closer, a razor smile cutting across his mouth.

"Apologize," he said, deadly quiet. "Or I’ll make you wish you had."

The fire snapped and popped behind them, casting Rafe’s face in flickering shadow. His pale blue eyes looked almost silver in the dark, furious and unblinking.

Ruthie went pale, nodding jerkily. She stammered something that vaguely sounded like sorry, and Rafe let her go with a shove that sent her stumbling backward.

But when he turned back to you, it was like a switch flipped. All that violence melted off him like a second skin he could shed just for you.

He crouched down next to you carefully, like approaching something too fragile to touch. His hands, rough and calloused, cupped your tear-streaked cheeks with a gentleness that made your chest ache.

"Hey, hey, baby…" His voice cracked a little - softer than the breeze. "Please don’t cry, alright? Please."

You hiccupped against him, your hands shaking as you tried to wipe at your wet cheeks with your sleeve. "They’re-they’re just little babies, Rafe… they didn’t even get to the water…"

"I know, sweetheart. I know." He kissed the damp trail of tears under your eye. "It’s fucking awful. I hate it, too."

You sobbed again, and Rafe tucked you into his chest without hesitation, wrapping both arms around you so tightly it felt like he was trying to hold you together by force.

"You want me to fix it?" he whispered fiercely against your hair. "Tell me what to do, baby. I’ll donate, I’ll fund the whole goddamn coast if you want. Ten grand, twenty - it’s yours. We'll save a thousand turtles. Just say the word."

You buried your face into his white shirt, breathing in the sharp, clean scent of him - cologne, salt, and smoke.

"You don't have to-" you started to whisper, but Rafe cut you off with a soft kiss to your temple.

"I want to," he said. "Because you care. And because no one gets to make you feel bad for having the biggest heart I've ever seen."

The fire crackled behind you. The tide tugged at the beach with a sleepy hush. Somewhere, a few stubborn hatchlings finally found the ocean.

And you stayed there, wrapped in Rafe’s arms, soft and broken - knowing that even if the world was cruel, he would always be crueler to protect you.

You didn’t have to harden yourself to survive. Not with Rafe around. He could be the sharp edges. You were allowed to stay soft.

[0wldn0]

Bubblebee...

[mingyuskim]

❤️‍🔥

[parkercore-69]

yo guys i think it’s pretty sweet when Troy smiles at the camera when Abed’s filming ☹️

[charmac]

ABC shared a tiny clip from Season 17 as part of an FX Promo during the Oscars!

[greetings-inferiors]

Yes, hi, what's happening to reddit? I usually check some fandom news there but everything is private/blocked now? I have an account and not even that allows me to enter?

Reddit is changing their policy so they every thousand api requests they charge money. This means that third party apps, moderation tools, and other various things just won’t work anymore, since these things rack up thousands of requests very quickly, they’d just be unsustainable to run.

This cost would be average out to a dollar per month per person using third party applications, like an alternative app, text to speech, moderation tools, etc. Reddit has millions and million of users, most of which would be affected.

For example, Apollo for Reddit, a popular third party alternative to the Reddit app (which I used myself, seriously the Reddit app is abysmal) would cost $20MILLION DOLLARS A YEAR TO RUN. Given the app is developed by one guy, that legitimately puts him out of business.

Moderation would get even worse than it already is, as moderation tools use the api to effectively moderate, but now it’s at a cost.

The reason why this change is happening, is because the API can be used to collect data for AI, and, to quote the CEO, “the Reddit corpus of data is really valuable” and he doesn't want to “need to give all of that value to some of the largest companies in the world for free.”

So, once again, AI and capitalism is ruining things for everyone else.

This is a change that is created solely to make money without thinking for a second about the millions of people it would effect. This lead to 7000 of the most popular subreddits blacking out for 48 hours in protest, and I’m pretty sure it crashed the whole site. The voice of the people has definitely been heard, now it’s just time to see if it’s done anything.

Edit: I got something wrong! Thanks to all who corrected me! No thanks to the anon who was an asshole about it lmao

It’s not that Reddit is charging that’s the problem, it’s that it’s charging way too much, is way too short of a deadline to change it, and spez is just an asshole lying about the Apollo dev. Still a shit situation! Just not exactly for the reasons I said. Look into the reblogs for people who know more!!

[jesusatemysnatch]

“anything? that right?”

old!logan howlett x f!reader

summary: you end up in logan’s shop with an oil leak and can’t afford to pay him

wc: 2.3k (i’m in hell the brain rot is BAAAAD)

authors note: plot is very cliche like ik eat me. while writing this i took a break and got an edit of logan to tulsa jesus freak. yes i’ve lost my sanity. also i don’t know shit about shit with cars so yea

warnings/tags: MDNI. dubcon. unspecified age gap. logan is a little mean?? reader has no description besides hair long enough for logan to grab, wearing short skirt. logan grabs readers face. hair pulling. big dick logan (canon). pussy pronouns. spanking. throat fucking. degrading. tears. dirty talk. pet names. daddy kink. fingering. aggressive sex. unprotected sex (wrap it up). cream pie. orgasm denial.

your type doesn’t frequent this place, the auto shop on the edge of a town that’s seen better days. most of logan’s customers he’s had for years, he’d grown used to the faces that come through the shop, greeting people on a first name basis at this point in his career. like hell did he ever expect you. you, who stood behind him when he’s hunched down, working beneath the hood of a truck. he didn’t hear you coming, the radio on his workbench drowning out the sound of your footsteps. “shit,” he hissed, peeling back from the piece of shit he’d spent his afternoon working away at, white beater stained with oil and god knows what else. he paused abruptly when he finally noticed you, drawing in a slow breath. if he didn’t have enough on his plate, here you are. a pretty, young thing. in the thick of the summer you’re hardly dressed in much at all, a little top and a short skirt. “ain’t hear you come in,” the clear of his throat echoes off the walls as he walked towards his bench, wiping his hands with a greased up towel. “can i do for you?” his teeth clamp down on the toothpick stuck out his mouth, an oral fixation to try and keep his mind off smoking while on the job. it hardly worked for shit, nicotine always in the back of his mind. the radio gradually softens, pair of glasses pulled onto the bridge of his nose. “think i have an oil leak?” you sound unsure of it, logan nods, scribbling it down onto a forum he kept for his records. “bring ‘er in. take a look,” his boots thud quietly across the floor, walking past you to pull open the garage door. the wiring had gone out a couple months ago and he’s yet to get around to fixing it, muscles straining as he pulled the door up an over his head. he watched you pull your car in, sighing as you stepped back out. “well.. ain’t even have to look. engine sounds like shit, definitely a leak. i’ll pop underneath anyway, see f’somethin’s loose or if it’s a crack.” he nodded, wheeling his creeper out from beneath the bench with his foot. he tries not to groan as he sunk to the floor, his body too old for this shit. he pushes himself up underneath the car, brow knit in a tight furrow as he took a look around to access the problem. “oil pan has a crack, s’pretty fuckin’ bad. i can change it out for you, take me an hour.. hour an a half at most.” he nods, sat upright, an elbow propped against his bent knee. your expression flashes with annoyance and he thought to himself that you looked like a fucking brat, but god damn did you wear it so well. he fights back with the corner of his lips that threatens to tug up.

logan gathered up what he needed, not paying you any mind as you’re left with not much other choice but to sit and wait for him to finish on your car. dressed like this he figured you had better places to be, but he didn’t give a fuck. you came to him, and the way he saw it was your choices were limited to accepting the help and learning some patience or ruining your car. he’s good at the work he does, it’s why he has so many loyal customers, why he’s been in business so long. he could’ve given you some grief for the look you gave him when he told you about the wait- and he still might. “she’s good as new.” he nodded, sliding out from beneath the car with your cracked oil pan. his chest is slick with sweat, glistening under the dull lighting. he brushed his dirty hands against the thighs of his jeans as he stood, tossing your old cracked pan into the trash as he approached his work bench again, quickly jotting down the work that he’d done. “s’goin’ to be.. nine hundred fifty three. s’for the replacement, fresh oil and that god damn look you gave me earlier.” he nods, dropping the clipboard onto the desk. “take cash or card.” his arms cross over his broad torso, forehead creasing as his brow sunk in. “this is a joke, right?” you ask, scoffing out a laugh as you look up at him though his expression doesn’t let up, unamused. “do i look like m’makin’ a fuckin’ joke, sweetheart?” his jaw is clamped tight, his tone flat, serious. “you can’t charge me for a look?” “i can charge you whatever the hell i feel like. i had other shit goin’ on.. could’ve made you wait a hell of a lot longer.” you scoff out in disbelief at him, shaking your head. “i don’t have nine hundred dollars.” you finally admit and logan’s head dropped forward, a low chuckle coming from his lips. when you didn’t pull out a card he knew this shit was going happen. he saw right through you. “alright so.. let me get this straight, sweetheart. you came here for me to look at your car knowin’ you didn’t have the god damn money to pay for it? is that right?” he lacks sympathy for you, pretty as you were you had another thing coming if you thought you were going to pull a fast one on him. “i might be old, girl, but i ain’t no fuckin’ fool. i tell you what.. no money, no fuckin’ keys.” his voice is low, your keys dangled around his finger and he shoves them down into his pocket. he walks away from you, too god damn angry to be stood in front of you, having wasted enough time on you already. “please, you don’t understand.. i need my car. i can pay you what i have right now and bring you the rest next week, please.” you beg, coming up behind him where he’s hunched over again beneath the hood of someone else’s vehicle, the same one he’d been working on when you arrived. “ain’t my god damn problem.” he muttered, biceps flexing beneath his tanned skin as he tightened a bolt in place. “i’ll do anything.” you plea again and logan slowly stops what he’s doing, looking down at the truck battery he was working at. he sighed loudly, recomposing himself as he peeled back from the truck, walking towards the garage door. he reached up, muscles flexing across his back as he pulled the door shut, closing off the inside of his shop from the street view.

“anything? that right?” he’s standing before you now, looking down at your shorter frame. “anything.”* you repeat in a whisper. he drew in a slow, deep breath as your palm slid over the front of his dirty jeans, stepping closer into you until you’re tucked between him and the truck. he groans when your squeeze your palm around him through the denim, your lips curling up to a sinisterly sweet smile when you tug at his belt. he grabs your face hard, lips puffed out slightly when he pulled you in for a kiss. it’s sloppy, his tongue lapping across your lips before dipping into your mouth, an anger filled hunger. he’s pissed off, but you’re pretty enough that he’d be willing to accept your throat as some sort of payment. he looks down at you as you pull back from his kiss, sinking to your knees. he appreciates that you had no issue getting to the point. “i reckon you must’ve been thinkin’ about this the entire time, sweetheart.” logan mused as you grabbed his cock out from inside his jeans, moaning at the sight of him. “bet you ain’t ever seen a cock that big huh, girl?” the palm of his hand pets against the back of your head as you stroke him slowly, his shaft filling out your small palm. “hands behind your back.” he nods slowly, gathering your hair into his fist, holding the back of your head with a tight grasp. he taps the weight of his cock against your tongue before he lays his base flat against you, slowly pulling his hips back as your warm tongue licked over the veins that protrude from tightened foreskin. “nice an wide.” he mutters, feeding the head of his cock into your mouth, a grunt parting his lips when he brushed the back of your throat. god damn. “you’re goin’ to sit here and take it like a champ. reckon you ought’a think about havin’ my god damn money next time. stupid girl.” he warned you before his hips draw back and roll forward, pushing the length of his cock down the curve of your throat. it’s lewd, the repeated squelch of your throat as he pushes himself inside again and again. “should’a known you’d be this big of a slut when i saw you. cute little fuckin’ outfit, barely wearin’ anythin’ at all. just knew how to get an old man goin’.” he grunts, unbothered by the tears that have begun to roll over your cheeks. he’s selfish, using your throat to his advantage, balls slapping the underside of your chin. the cute outfit you’d turned up in ruined by your own slop of saliva as it dribbled out the corners of your mouth. “good fuckin’ girl. payin’ off every fuckin’ dollar.” his skin is slick with sweat, head lulling back against his shoulders, blinded by the dull white light above him. your throat is exactly what he needed at the end of a shitty week, and he had no shame in taking out his stress on you, sure you wouldn’t be forgetting him anytime soon.

when he finally lets up you choke out a cough, spit strung between his soaked cock and your mouth, breathing hard as you look up at him with watery eyes. still, you come chasing for more, hands sat on his denim clad thighs as you licked your tongue along his cock, gasping in a breath of air before you took him back into your throat, craving the feeling once more. “fuck’n hell.. look at you. must really need that god damn car, huh?” his fingers move into your hair again, yanking your mouth back off his cock so he could pull you up from the floor. “ain’t that right, princess? you’d do anythin’ for those keys back, huh?” “yes, daddy.” you choke out and what patience logan had left snaps, swiftly turning you around by the hold he has on your hair. he lifts the skirt up over the swell of your ass, palm of his hand roughly swatting against. you. once, twice, three times. your cheeks are stained red as your legs tremble, impatiently waiting for him to give you more. “let me see ‘er.” logan nods, bent over you and he pulled your panties to the side, spreading your cheeks so he had a perfect view of both holes, your pussy slick with your own arousal.

“you like gettin’ treated like a slut.” he acknowledged, spitting against his fingers before he brings them to your pussy, fingertips swirling your clit before he pressed two long fingers into your core, free hand wrapped around your throat. he stroked his fingers slowly at first but gained speed as your arousal coated him, making it easier for him to plunge his fingers into your tight hole, biceps flexing with each stroke of his fingers, feeling out the warmth of your walls, infatuated with the way your pussy sucks his fingers back in. he grins at the gasp you take in when he replaces his fingers with the head of his cock, pushing yourself up straighter as he sunk himself deep into your pussy. “daddy,” you softly grab at the hand he has around the middle of your throat, moaning as his chest presses up against your back. “you ever been stretched out this good before?” he asks beside your ear, breathing out a quiet laugh when you shake your head no. he grabs your face again, pulling your lips back to his when he fucks into you, hard strokes that press your hips against the grill of the truck, sure to leave you with bruises in days following. he swallows the moans you cry out, roughly driving his hips into yours. he’s unrelenting, giving himself to you hard the way you deserve it, the way you so evidently love it. it’s been a long god damn time since he had pussy this good, and fuck was he obsessed with yours, cursing himself for fixing the troubles your car had given you instead of giving you the run around to keep you coming back for more. hell, with the way you’re fucking yourself back onto his cock you just might anyway. “you’re going to make me cum, daddy,” you choke out, and he grabs at your hips, pulling him deeper into your sopping cunt. “that right? this ain’t even about you, princess. this was for me, remember? who says you’re allowed to cum?” he is brow furrows, getting a rise out of the way you while beneath him, small hands grabbing at the truck. “please, i know it’s not about me but please let me cum, daddy.” you whine, legs trembling beneath you, threatening to cave under your weight. he doesn’t respond, just fucking into your stretched core while you beg him to cum again and again. he ignored you until he spilled first, filling you with thick ropes of his cum, hips flush against yours so you take every drop deep inside. “you want to cum now, sweetheart?” he asked and you nod, rocking your hips back against him as your chase your own high.

needless to say, logan was more than willing to return your keys. and you.. well you might purposefully pop a tire soon.

[loveanddeepyearning]

Thinking about how Caleb is not like other men...

18+ MDNI, Mentions of your previous partners

“They what?!” 

Oh to turn back time, to unopen your big fat mouth and yoink those words from the super-charged air suspended between your bodies. As your confession hangs in the air, your face burns and you wish to run from the heavy look of disbelief Caleb pins you under. Closing your eyes, you turn your face into the soft pillow cushioning your spinning head, running from the vulnerability you introduced to the situation. 

Calloused fingers turn your face, a captivating gaze caressing your own, flooding your body with a comforting warmth. “I’m sorry, pips.” Soothing the errant strands of hair hindering your view, he strokes your temple, the nerves in your tummy gradually subsiding to a gentle pulse of desire. “You deserve so much better.” 

Caged in an intimate embrace, your legs wind around his hips, pulling him forward to brush his tip against your slick entrance. “Mmmm.” Electricity tingles down your spine as his head prods your clit, his gasp of pleasure echoing like music to your ears. The anxiety that blossomed in your chest when Caleb reverently slipped your clothes from your skin nearly sent you running. Panic only intensified with the admission that you had never finished from a man’s actions, your previous partners only focusing on getting themselves off when the task took too long. The nerves slowly slip away under his troubled watch, appalled that someone would give up, and wouldn't dedicate their lives to learning what makes you cum. 

“Will you teach me?” A heady plea fills his voice, determined to bring you the pleasure you deserve. 

Blushing again, your fingers brush over his chest and the dog tag necklace he wears for you, core clenching when he shivers beneath your touch. Taking his shaft in your hand, you run his head through your folds, moaning when it dips into your soaked pussy. Releasing him, your fingers dig into his shoulder as he slowly slips inside you, warm and pulsing against your sensitive walls. Holding your face, his teeth nip at your ear, breath hot on your neck. “Just as soft as I imagined.” Pinned under the dark haze in his eyes, you clench tighter, his praises intensifying the pleasure in a way you’ve never experienced before. Biceps wrap around your waist, cradling you to his chest, the solid mass of his body pressing you into the sheets you had always laid in alone. Quick hookups to get him off your mind never did the trick, your body aching for his touch, unsatisfied with men who weren’t him. 

Tanned skin presses flush to your own, trailing hands down the sides of your body, cupping and squeezing every inch of the way. Pleasure curls your toes, your hips angling to take him deeper, dizzy from the drag of his cock through your aching cunt. Most gave up at this point, pounding you into the sheets until they collapsed, leaving you sticky and ready to leave. Yet Caleb watches you expectantly, lips gently reassuring you of his affection. 

“Give me your hand.” 

Untangling his fingers from your hair, he watches you encircle his wrist, guiding his index and middle fingers to your clit. Pressing the tips of his digits to your sensitive bud of nerves, your back arches into his chest, his arm tightening the hold on your body. Holding the base of his fingers, you apply a delicious amount of pressure to the area, rubbing his fingertips against you just the way you like it. And oh, when your digits grow weak from the pleasure, his own continue to caress you with expert care, studying every minute change of your blissed-out expression. “Harder?” Pressing firmly, he circles your clit in time with his thrusts, increasing the pressure as he feels you clench around his length. 

“Yes, yes. Just like that.” Throwing your head back, your hips buck into his hand until your orgasm hits you hard, back arching with loud moans of his name. Continuing to move inside you, he works you through the pleasure, swallowing your cries as he pulls your lips to his own. 

Opening your eyes, Caleb hovers over you like an angel against the light, eyes flickering with adoration and pride. “Hmmm. You deserve another one. Cum with me this time.”

[danger-dayze]

regulus romanticizes the hell out of his trauma

[bugbxyjunk]

hhhhhhh

[timethehobo]

Modern and casual professor Emmy just cos. Need him.

[cyucya]

lume is also a miracle worker

cons: he is a really really really bad influence as a preteen. Super bad.

LOOK AT SKYLAR-CHILLI

my little heartbreaker🥹💖

Like ...HE LOOKS AMAZING??? Lume may be a menace, but he sure knows how to style someone up!! The pink leather jacket?? The boots?? The PIERCINGS??? This is the best kind of bad influence, I’m obsessed.

And confused Sonic HELP😭😭😭

[forgottenporkbun]

Take a shitty doodle of Jay on some random scrap bc im going mental rn

[livelaughlovelams]

I NEED MOTIVATION SO UH

If this gets 1 note I'll drink a glass of water

If this gets 10 notes I'll have an actual meal

If this gets 20 notes I'll start a new book

If this gets 50 notes I'll practice violin

If this gets 70 notes I'll research the 7 years war or something (I'm a nerd)

If this gets 100 notes I'll clean my room

If this gets 200 notes I'll start taking care of myself

If this gets 300 notes I'll actually learn math

If this gets 400 notes I'll start working out again

If this gets 500 notes I'll join clubs next semester

AAAAANDDDDDD NOW FOR THE BIG GUNS

If this gets 2,000 notes I'll cut out the toxic people in my life

If this gets 4,000 notes I'll clean my art desk with literally two whole feet of unorganized papers stacked up

And for 5,000 I'll actually organise all those drawings...

YAYAYYAYA (My posts average 30 so I'll be impressed if I even get the 5th one...)

[chimivx]

someone on twt said no one has ever college boyfriended this hard